Chapter 58

  A time for rest

  Songbirds sang a sweet serenade in the boughs of stardust trees. Summer sunlight blanketed the woodlands in warmth as the winds set the leaves to swaying. A cozy ambiance of serenity made the day feel lethargic and full of peace. There could not have been a more pleasant day to take a nap.

  Rils was stressed.

  The airship captain sat on a barrel and rocked back and forth, pressing the edge of her hands against her forehead and lips in an odd motion of prayer as she took measured breaths. Even the sweet savory scent of coffee on the table beside her could not rouse her from the tension she embodied.

  Every moment seemed longer than the last as she waited by the edge of the airship, eyes fixated on the path where her scouting party had departed an hour before. They had yet to return, and each time she glanced at the clock on her table less time had passed than before. “Where are they?” She said for the umpteenth time.

  She wanted to hop up and go after them. She wanted to take to the skies and fly to them. She wanted to deploy the skiffs and comb the treetops. She wanted to do this, but knew she could not. “Patience...” She said, repeating the virtue to herself like a mantra. “Patience...”

  Virtues were for saints.

  Rils hopped to her feet, picking up the coat draped over the rail of the ship. In a swift motion she donned her coat, equipped her bandolier, and picked up a sheathed cutlass and holstered weapon.

  “Captain.” Den said, a drawn out word from his deep voice. Rils looked back, nodded, and removed the weapons and coat to return to her seat. All she could do was wait, she knew that as she placed her coat back down. She had already lost count of how many times Den had stopped her with that word.

  "You should get some rest, Captain." Den advised. "The crew might grow uneasy to see you like this."

  "I can't rest, Den." Rils said, "You heard their report, that explosion." She stood up again, "If Mien's brother is in danger he'd want us to help."

  "No." Den said, in a calm firm voice. "Mien trusted them and their abilities. If we leave and they return we won't be able to help at all."

  "Alright, but Franz..." Rils said.

  "Franz and the others are excellent scouts. They know how to hide." Den said.

  Rils sighed, tapping one foot. "Can you check again?" She asked.

  Den nodded and closed his eyes. From the outside it did not appear he was taking any action. In truth, he scoured the paths along the edge of the trees, seeking any sign of the scouting party's return. For Den, and other Aaphuso, seeing through the eyes of a phantom image was the norm. All children of the Aaphuso had a phantom companion, but few had advanced it as far as Den.

  In order to not stand out amongst the 'Major' races, Den chose to hide his Aaphuso heritage as best as he could. Many of the 'Lesser' races chose this path in order to avoid discrimination. It would be simple to not use one's phantom at all, never splitting it apart from the body. Den did not take the simple path.

  Even though Den's phantom was dozens of yards away from the airship, it was invisible. A typical phantom is a semi transparent image matching the appearance of the Aaphuso it originates from, in the color of their magic. Den had leaned into his heritage in order to make his Phantom vanish in its entirety.

  When Den saw someone coming, they did not see him. "I found someone." Den said, making Rils stand alert. "Oh, good." He added, sounding relieved.

  "Who is it?" Rils asked.

  "A friend." Den said, smirking.

  "Oh come on, just tell me." Rils said, though she relaxed the same as Den. He had been showing his own signs of stress.

  "See for yourself." Den said, pointing out the treeline. Rils walked to the rail surrounding the deck and looked out. From the forest two people emerged. Franz, the Sennish leader of the scouting party, and Michael.

  "Where is everyone else?" Rils asked.

  "I guess we'd better ask." Den said.

  Michael reached the airship and began climbing aboard while Franz hopped the twenty feet up the side. "Reporting in, captain." Franz said with a salute. "No sign of the evildoers, and the Cryston battlemages have arrived to assess the damage and debrief the adventurers."

  "And the other scouts?" Rils asked.

  "Giving their reports to the battlemage commander, Captain." Franz reported.

  "Very good. Dismissed," Rils said. Franz relaxed his stance, "Go get some lunch and take the rest of the day Franz."

  "Thanks," Franz departed for the canteen as Michael reached the deck of the airship.

  "Michael." Rils said, looking over the man. He seemed exhausted, covered in patched up wounds and his gear messed up. He was carrying his sword, but it was white now. "Are you alright?"

  "Yeah." Michael said, leaning against the rail. "Anything happen while we were away?"

  "Yes. There was an explosion and we checked it out to find that crystal gate in ruins. We contacted the Cryston military and they arrived soon after." Den reported.

  "What about you?" Rils asked, "What happened?"

  "It was..." Michael said, "Harrowing. There were lots of battles, and we failed all of our objectives." He sat down on the deck and leaned against the rails. "A few people died. Vero got away, and with a deadly new minion too."

  Den and Rils watched the man close his eyes, he looked defeated. "Who died?" Den asked.

  "The guards. The host of the Revenant, a bandit woman named Vy. And an archer from a group of bounty hunters. He was called Evan." Michael said, "Everyone else is fine. Alive."

  "You should get some rest." Rils offered. "And put away your weapon. You're safe now."

  "Oh this?" Michael stood up again, "This is a new one. Look." He drew his black crystal sword from its sheath. "Now I have two."

  Den nodded, "Can I see it?" He asked, indicating the white sword.

  "Might not be a good idea. The Oronbyr rejects people, and this is some kind of copy." Michael said.

  "Then just your sheath. I will have another made." Den said. Michael nodded and handed over the Oronbyr's sheath.

  Michael held his swords in a non threatening manner that looked a bit awkward. Rils beckoned him to follow her and started towards Michael's cabin. "So, where is your party?" Rils asked as Den left.

  "Well Yan said she had something to do and stayed back in the Shards of the Sky. She'll catch up soon. Sebastian stayed with the other scouts to give a report to the military guys." Michael tried to avoid waving his hands as he spoke. "Hyato is helping bury the dead. The two gate guards and the two I mentioned. Fara and Wolf were helping too, but went to check on something else as I came here with Franz."

  Rils nodded and opened the door for Michael, "Wait. Who is Fara?"

  "Oh yeah. She was one of the Bounty Hunters. When Vero corrupted Rex and turned him, he tried to kill off his friends. But Fara used a spell to survive or heal or something." Michael said, "She's been helping us. Can she come aboard? I don't think she is a bad person." Michael placed his swords in a trunk beneath a table.

  "If you can vouch for her, then yes." Rils said, "You gonna get some rest?" Michael nodded, trying to say something but yawning instead. Rils chuckled, "Alright. We'll take it from here."

  "Sebastian..." Michael yawned again, "Knows where we're going." Rils patted Michael on the shoulder and he climbed into bed. The Captain of the airship returned to the deck and began issuing orders. The airship needed to be ready to take off, so break time was over.

  By the time the rest of the party arrived at the airship the deck was abuzz with motion. Yan hauled herself onto the deck while dragging a huge bag in the other, and was helped by a few sailors. She looked around as the others made their way to rest or eat.

  Over near the main mast Yan spotted Rils, talking to Sebastian and Fara from the looks of it. Yan hauled herself over, lugging the heavy pack with her.

  Sebastian finished speaking as Yan arrived and Rils nodded. "Thank you for the summary. I think after what you've all been through today you deserve to rest a spell. And we would be happy to take you back to Myrrh, miss Fara." The captain said.

  Fara sighed, "Wouldn't have to if my air skiff wasn't busted." She said, "But it looks like my former fellow student broke it to splinters."

  "I am not able to offer a replacement, but taking you to the Mystic Grove will not move us off course." Rils said. "We'll need to refuel around there before heading near Necros anyways."

  "I suppose we can take it as a sign that Vero wants to get there first," Sebastian said, "Since he wrecked your skiff."

  "Well I bought that with my own money, so it sucks anyways." Fara said.

  Rils clapped her hands once, "Alright. Go eat or rest, I have to attend to the launch." Sebastian and Fara nodded before heading off.

  Yan walked over and parked the pack in front of Rils, causing a heavy lump. "You have time before then, Captain?"

  "Yan," Rils said with a smile, "Always time for you. What's on your mind?" The captain glanced at the heavy pack with a curious gaze.

  "Remember when you showed me how the airship works," Yan asked. Rils nodded, "Well I was thinking about that. Wouldn't a bigger Aero Crystal mean the ship goes faster?"

  "It would." Rils said, "And provide a better fuel economy. There are many other factors, of course."

  "Well, I didn't want to pass up our one chance." Yan said, "And seeing as our enemy is threatening the whole world, pretty much, I don't think Mystia would mind if I bend the rules a bit."

  "What... Are you getting at?"

  "No one is supposed to take anything from the Shards, but..." Yan opened the pack a little to show Rils the contents. The pack itself had just one item inside, an enormous Aero Crystal. If Yan curled up, she would fit inside it.

  The airship captain's eyes widened and she grinned. "Wow, Yan. You've really outdone yourself. Are you sure?"

  "Positive." Yan said, "You can use it right?"

  "Absolutely. I'll get Graham to install it right away." Rils said, "With this, we should be able to get you to Necros much faster."

  Yan grinned and let go of the pack, "I'll leave it to you then." She said, "I think I need a shower."

  As the adventurers unwound from their hectic battles, the crew of the airship moved into action. Captain Rils had the new Aero Crystal assessed and installed, delaying the launch by an hour. Despite the delay, the crew made themselves useful in getting the airship ready.

  Half of the party had rested well enough to relax in the canteen. Wolf ate enough to feed three people, Fara found herself a corner to read in and ended up reading with a few of the crew. Sebastian considered spending quality time with some of the women of the crew, but chose instead to seclude himself on the training deck and meditate.

  The other party members needed time to recover. Michael had already passed out, and Yan slept next to him after she had cleaned. Hyato slept in the medical cabin, after having several bandages applied to wounds he had kept hidden.

  As the airship departed it was already growing late. The telltale signs of early evening engulfed the lands above the Stardust Woods. Rils set her course to the northwest, to return to Myrrh and head for the lands of Necros to the north.

  Three figures stood alone on a bare hilltop, near enough to see the airship depart. Below the hill battlemages scoured woods in search of those responsible for the destruction of the Shard gate, and the death of the gate guards. Velicio watched the battlemages in motion, ready to intercept should they draw near.

  "Well that's just great!" Daemon Rex said, stomping his foot. "They had an Airship in tow. How are we supposed to catch up now?"

  "Stop your whining and keep a lookout." Vero said. He drew lines on the stone with a thick purple marker. "And don't leave your spot."

  "Hard to keep watch from over here." Daemon complained, looking out over the treetops. The Scorpio Mountains loomed above, and the area would soon be bathed in the shadows of the mountain range. Daemon could see the remains of the gateway to the Shards of the Sky. Huge chunks of the wall had fallen and cracked, making the whole area resemble the Shards area, with grass.

  "As long as no one interferes, you won't have to keep watch for much longer." Vero said. He continued to draw lines, connecting sections of a greater array.

  "We shouldn't be casting spells at a time like this." Daemon huffed.

  "Be silent, whelp." Velicio said, shooting Daemon a dark look. "Do not question Vero's magic."

  Daemon Rex drew his sword with a sneer, but Vero made a placating gesture, "Now now, there's no use in fighting. And just relax, Daemon Rex, you will like the effect of this spell." Daemon grumbled and put away his weapon, though Velicio had not even moved. She seemed as confident as ever, even without a weapon.

  As Vero worked on the array near his sister he asked, "Is your training complete then, Velicio?"

  "Yes." She said, "I have accomplished enough to return to my real style."

  "Good. Then it seems we'll need to make a small detour back home, shant we?" Vero asked. Velicio gave a nod as she continued her vigil, so Vero worked on his task in silence.

  As shadows fell over the bare hilltop Vero completed his array and moved to stand in the last empty space. Circles and arcs were drawn alongside runes in an overall triangular array. The three points were filled by the three people present. "Ready you lot?" Vero asked.

  "I am ready." Velicio said, standing to face the center of the array.

  "What is this ritual supposed to accomplish?" Daemon Rex asked.

  "It's a Sorcery of my own creation, of course. Teleportation." Vero said, smirking.

  "Oh." Daemon adjusted his stance, bracing himself a bit. "You should have used this to get here. Then those idiots wouldn't have kept up."

  "That would defeat the purpose of luring them there." Vero said, "But I could not have used it before if I tried." He reached into the front of his robes and withdrew the mask he carried. Made of some solid grey material, carved with nine slats that could be seen through, the mask had an eclectic design.

  "You've always had that." Daemon said, "Did that creepy lake really give it power?"

  "The power was always present." Vero said, "But with it were eight powerful curses. That is no longer the case." Vero put the mask on, and dark flames engulfed his head.

  The rune array glowed bright as power shook the very hill they stood on. Daemon crouched to maintain balance as the tremor caused by Vero's mana spread to the trees below. Neither Vero nor Velicio appeared to be phased, though white markings had appeared on their skin.

  Clouds of birds took to the skies to flee from the tremendous force that surrounded the hill, drawing dozens of battlemages to move out in droves. Then the tremor stopped, before any of the militant soldiers of Cryston could ascertain its origin.

  Their search continued, but all they found was a bare mountain, devoid of any people or even marks on the ground.

  Flying on an Airship was a comfort and luxury few people experienced. Though Airships were commonplace in transportation, the inherent risks involved in travel affected the sky faring folk as much as any other. Yet the sheer thrill of airships fulfilled the dream that many people shared from childhood, the feeling of flight.

  As the others went to peer down at the plains below, Wolf stood fast in the middle of the training deck. As long as he didn't look over the edge, everything was fine.

  "I can see the Crystal City from here." Yan said, hanging over the edge of the rails to look back.

  "Are you sure? That looks like just a lake to me." Hyato said.

  "Well it's blue and glittery," Yan pointed out, "And there is a lake next to the Crystal City."

  Hyato nodded at this as Michael walked over to take a look. The distant white of the Stardust Woods was almost gone from sight, and near it was a blot of blue glittery shapes. He couldn't tell anymore.

  "We must be moving fast." Michael said, "Hey Wolf, take a look at this."

  "Haha. No." Wolf said, finishing his morning workout. The other three had already warmed up. "Instead, let's begin your dual wielding training."

  "Okay, sure." Michael said, heading over. "It can't be much different from using one sword."

  Yan and Wolf shook their heads, each letting out a bit of a chuckle. Michael frowned. "Nope, it's a whole new way of moving." Wolf said. "You may have the dexterity for it, but you don't yet have the skill. You need to train."

  "Working on being able to use both or either weapon in any situation takes practice." Yan added.

  "Alright," Michael drew his swords. The Oronbyr and the unnamed White sword now had matching sheaths that he wore on his sides. Michael and the others were wearing padded clothes as opposed to their usual gear. "So, sparring then?"

  "I don't think so." Wolf said. "You could get hurt if you mess up or forget one of the swords, so we need to revisit the basics. Show me a defensive stance."

  Michael changed his stance, holding one sword behind him and the other ahead. "No no, you'll hit yourself. Change. Just, move that foot kind of." Wolf tried to help Michael correct his stance, having him shift and pivot around. Each new stance seemed worse than the last. After going through a dozen Wolf threw his hands up, "This isn't working."

  "Okay?" Michael said, standing in an odd posture and wavering his balance.

  "I'm not cut out to teach, we should go get Sebastian up." Wolf said.

  Hyato stepped forth and examined Michael's stance. "No, I can handle this." He said, "Michael, I'll teach you instead, okay?"

  Michael abandoned the odd stance and relaxed, "Sounds fine to me."

  "Hyato, you use one sword." Wolf said, "Using two is different."

  "You are correct, however I have been studying every style of swordplay I encounter." Hyato said, "Even two or three sword styles."

  "Three swords? How?" Wolf asked.

  "You need good teeth," Yan joked.

  Hyato waved a hand, "Anyways, Michael." He said, turning to face the man, "I am going to teach you the Zoku Style, okay?" Michael nodded. Hyato took a stance and had Michael copy him.

  "What's Zoku style?" Yan asked.

  "It is a style predating modern swordplay. A balanced style between power and speed, but it requires a great deal of Adaptability. The Zoku Style suits you in this fashion, Michael." Hyato finished his explanation and began instructing Michael in his movements.

  "Maybe you should learn this too, Yan." Wolf said, "I'll practice it. I rely on Strength and Vim for my style, but maybe I'll find something to add in."

  "I thought you didn't like learning other styles," Michael said with a smirk.

  Wolf grunted, "Ain't gonna use it, but you guys keep getting better so fast. Must be something to it." He joined Michael in learning the stances and footwork of the Zoku Style.

  "Yan, did you wish to learn?" Hyato asked.

  "Hmm." Yan considered as Michael practiced a step he'd been shown. "No, I want to try some other things. I'll train on my own." The boys nodded and focused on Hyato's teachings.

  Taking a few strides to insulate herself, Yan summoned her energy doubles. The clones were still a brilliant emerald green and had been great assets thus far, but Yan wanted to improve them. "No matter how much I train, they aren't changing." Yan mused to herself. "What was that power Sebastian used to create them? Monster... Something?"

  The swordsmen began training in earnest, working on helping Michael learn how to use his new white sword in tandem with the Oronbyr. Yan watched them for a few minutes, then made up her mind. Leaving them to their work, she made for the cabins.

  With the rate the clouds moved past the airship, Yan could tell it was moving faster. Much faster, but the airship also seemed to be steadier. Yan wondered why that was, but filed the question away as she reached the quarters where Sebastian had slept. Yan poked her head inside.

  Sitting in the middle of the floor, Sebastian was meditating. He seemed tranquil, undisturbed. Yan slipped inside and sat in a chair. The feet of the chair squealed a little as she moved it, but Sebastian did not stir. Yan focused on not making any noise.

  Sebastian's meditation lasted another several minutes, then he opened his eyes and stretched. "Ahhhh, oh." Sebastian let out a long yawn, "Yan. Hello. Good morning."

  "Mornin Sebastian." Yan said. "Had a good sleep?"

  "Indeed I did." Sebastian said, "I trust you were warm next to Michael all night."

  Yan blushed, "So, are you done meditating, I wanted to run something by you," She said, changing the subject. Sebastian smirked, but nodded. "Okay," Yan continued, "That Monster power you used to take the power from that Gibzori, when I got my energy doubles."

  "Monster Master." Sebastian provided.

  "Yes, that." Yan said. "Can you tell me more about how the powers work? I've been wanting to improve my energy doubles, but I can't seem to."

  "Mmm. They should improve through usage, but if that isn't good enough." Sebastian rubbed his chin to think it over.

  "I want to fully realize them somehow. I've gotten used to seeing out of multiple viewpoints. Sort of."

  "Well, if that's the case you might need to find a way to empower it." Sebastian said, "perhaps by infusing more Zori power into it somehow."

  "Yes!" Yan said, "Can we do that? How do we do that?"

  "It's only a theory." Sebastian said, "I myself am not very skilled in the ways of a Monster Master. Enough to take advantage of it should a strong Zori appear, but not adapt the skill."

  "Oh darn." Yan deflated and slumped back in her chair.

  "Why don't you learn it?" Sebastian suggested, "I could teach you."

  "Really?" Yan asked, her ears twitching as her interest was piqued.

  "Yes of course." Sebastian said, standing up, "Mind you, it will take effort to build the skill necessary for major changes, but if you are willing to learn I don't mind teaching."

  "I'll learn." Yan stood as well, "It sounds like it could be really useful."

  Sebastian got out a notebook and a small pen. With a bit of mana, the pen changed size to match his hand, and he began to write. “Use this notebook to study. We’ll start by discussing the theory, then move on to practical training.” He handed the pen to Yan and had her attune to it, then Yan nodded so Sebastian began his explanation.

  “All beings that live have Energy. It is a force that combines several factors, including our health, into a form of power. Some non living beings are capable of storing Energy, but not producing it. There are stones that can contain it, and most of the dense metals are particularly efficient.”

  “Zori, like people, also have Energy. However, Zori differ from animals and people in several ways. Most are not born, yet some are. A few seem to spawn from nothing at all, or more likely something no one has thought to track. And when they perish they typically leave nothing behind, not even dust. Incidentally they process Energy, and Mana, in a different way than we do.”

  “Monster Master works in a rather simple method, to understand. Doing it is another story. You need to tap into the Zori’s energy, then as they are dying you need to add some of your Energy to theirs in order to stabilize, to actualize it. It's rather tricky, and getting the exact function you seek is not easy to do. You can generate failed powers, or negative effects even.”

  Yan held up her hand and paused Sebastian’s explanation. “So, tap into their energy? Is that even possible?”

  “Yes, in fact you can already do it.” Sebastian said, “When you use Meditation or Seran first aid you are already tapping into another person's energy. However, that surface level connection is not the same as what is required for a Monster Master. Since we won't have any Zori to practice on, you will be training by forming a connection to me, as well as the others when they are free.” Yan grimaced, “Worry not, it won't be intrusive to either party.”

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  “So,” Sebastian continued, “Forming an Energy connection and then actualizing it. Once you have an actualized power from a Zori, you have a few options. The first, and strongest, is what I did for you. Imbuing the power into your body or another person as a permanent function. It can be rejected, and there can be side effects, but the trade off can be very worth it. The second thing you can do is infuse an object with a power, this is much harder and has a much lower chance to succeed. If you use items made from Zori parts, crafted by those using the Monster Hunter skill, it works better.” Yan continued to take notes as Sebastian spoke, writing fast enough to record every word.

  “The third action you can take is augmenting an existing power with an actualized Zori power. This can be risky, and I have no experience with it myself. I simply know that it is possible, and likely the solution to your query. Finally, you can use the powers you take as consumable actions. A one use attack mimicking a Zori, can be very powerful depending on how you use them. This has the least risk, as there is no chance of mutations or negative side effects persisting in your body.”

  “And so, a word of warning. Monster Master is adapted based on a race called the Kiitera. A Lesser Race capable of acquiring power from Zori automatically. While they do not get to choose when they gain a power, Monster Masters do. However, Kiitera can suffer from mental and physical mutations that drive them mad, and Monster Masters are not safe from this either. Know the risks involved before you make a decision. You do not want to succumb to Fiend Mind and become a monster yourself.”

  Sebastian left it off at that note as Yan finished recording his words. Her excitement to learn had not waned, but was tempered by the warning. Yan finished her notes and looked up, “Okay. Anything else?”

  “Studying for hours would do us no good.” Sebastian said, “Keep the notebook and the pen and record any observations you make. I think it's time to begin practical training. To start, grip my forearm and we will try to have you tap into my energy.”

  Yan and Sebastian began their training in the ways of Monster Master secluded away in a cabin, while Michael and Wolf learned the Zoku Style of swordplay from Hyato. Above the skies of Cryston there was plenty of work to be done, and time to do it in.

  Spending the days training made them fly by, and the party kept themselves focused by working hard but playing harder. Mealtimes in the canteen became more like parties whenever Michael and the others would arrive. Relaxing and joking, as well as dancing and singing to their heart's content, the crew had become fast friends with their adventurer passengers. Even Fara was drawn into the festivities, despite trying to stay out of everyone’s way most of the time.

  At the end of each day Michael and Wolf would have a heavy sparring match. Many members of the crew would gather to watch and cheer them on, so many that Den had to make an allowance for those who were supposed to be working to come and watch. Wolf and Michael fought like monsters, nothing too extreme so they didn't damage the ship, while Michael tested out his new Zoku Style with all his might. Despite all his progress Michael still lost every match, but never lost his grin while fighting.

  The duel with Wolf was no longer enough to wear down Michael’s stamina, it seemed to grow bit by bit each day. In order to help Michael relax, others would join in various sparring matches. Hyato would have a sword duel, Yan would play high speed tag, Sebastian would match Michael in elemental battles, and even some of the airship crew would help in wrestling or willpower matches.

  After Michael expended his stamina the party would retire to a cabin together and sit down for a meeting. Each night they shared their days with one another, and talked over a few things before retiring to separate rooms. Michael and the others gathered once more to have a chat, with Fara joining in for the first time.

  “Training seems to be going well.” Hyato reported. “Michael understands the basics of the Zoku Style, the three basic stances and all the basic attacks.”

  “Yeah he uses it well.” Wolf said, “Might have to call it the Michael Style at some point.”

  “Well you could have been a part of that if you hadn’t stopped training in it.” Michael said.

  Wolf shrugged, “It didn’t match my style, and I learn what I need to know fighting you.”

  Fara sat on the floor next to Yan, “So is this what you guys talk about in your meetings, whatever you did today?”

  “It’s also about planning.” Sebastian said, “It’s important to have a plan.”

  “Unless we improvise.” Yan said, leaning back against the bed. Sebastian pursed his lips.

  “Well anyways,” Sebastian said, “Are you comfortable fighting with two swords now, Michael?”

  “For the most part.” Michael said, “I can’t really use my big flashy sword techniques though, I know I did before but I don't want to accidentally damage the ship, or like... shadow rush off the side.”

  “Oh right, does your white sword have it's own techniques?” Yan asked.

  “I dunno.” Michael said, “Can’t test them.”

  “Oh,” Yan said, “Yeah, what you just said.”

  “The other god sword.” Fara said, “What’s the deal with that then, your sword was made by Morrofyr?”

  “That is what Drackle told us.” Sebastian confirmed.

  “So what about the other one, is it a god sword too?” Fara asked, “It was made like a copy right?”

  “That’s a good question.” Yan said, “How can we find out?”

  “I don’t think we can.” Sebastian said, “Do you know anything more, Hyato?”

  Hyato rubbed his nose a bit and lay back. “I don’t think I’m supposed to help in this conversation.”

  “Oh come on, future boy.” Wolf said, “Just a hint?”

  “Future boy?” Fara asked with a bit of a giggle.

  “Ehh, I still don’t know if that will mess things up.” Hyato said, “This isn't important enough to spoil.” The others all looked at him, so Hyato sighed, “It’s not like it matters. What would it change if you knew the answer?”

  “True,” Michael said, “I never cared that the Oronbyr was made by a God, it’s mine now. And so is this one.” Michael held the sheathed copy sword.

  “Have you given it a name?” Yan asked.

  “Ugh,” Fara said, “Why bother naming it, it's a sword not a kid.”

  “In Michael’s case, it would be practical to offer it a suitable form of identification.” Sebastian said, “He possesses the Arm Return technique, which allows him to summon a weapon with which he is familiar back to his hand.”

  “Wait really?” Fara said, “Why didn’t you use that more in the battle?”

  “I was saving it.” Michael said, “I thought I could make Vero lower his guard so I could use Dark Chakram for a direct hit. I never got the chance.” There was a moment of silence in the cabin where no one spoke. Michael wondered if he wanted to kill Vero or not, but pushed that thought aside as he did many others. “So, let’s name this thing. The Oronbyr is called Hatred Master when translated. It's a black sword made by a god that has some kind of spirit of hatred inside that possesses me and makes me into my own edgy counterpart.”

  “You’re pretty wordy today,” Wolf said.

  “I suppose talking with more people has expanded your vernacular.” Sebastian said, offering a polite clap to Michael, “Well done. So, did you want to name it as a counterpart?”

  “Hatred Master.” Fara said, cringing, “So what, you gonna name the white sword Love Master?” Michael frowned.

  “I don’t get it,” Yan said, “Love isn’t the opposite of Hatred.”

  “What do you mean?” Fara said, “Isn’t it?”

  “No, if something is the opposite they can’t be on the same side.” Yan said, “I love my brother, but sometimes I really hate him.”

  “Or perhaps you are frustrated by him.” Sebastian said, “But, I must protest to naming a weapon with the term Love, in any case.” The others nodded.

  Michael examined the sword, pulling it from it's sheath. White and reflective, but not clear like a mirror. The blade itself was as solid and opaque as it's black counterpart. “Something White related? Or maybe to do with Mirrors?”

  “Wait, hold on.” Wolf said, “If your Oronbyr gave you an angry dark soul, will this sword give you some kind of light soul?” He grinned, “Are we gonna see you transform into Light Michael?”

  Sebastian and Yan gave Wolf a withering look. “That’s stupid.” Yan said.

  “Indeed.” Sebastian agreed.

  “I can already do that.” Michael reminded them, turning into Light Form for a moment, “So, no?”

  “Oh, right.” Wolf said, chuckling. “Well, maybe just call it Zoku or something, or Balance. I mean, it's white and your other sword is black, and now you are learning a balanced sword style to compensate.”

  “Maybe...” Michael said, frowning. “But I still don’t know how to make that into a name.”

  “Naming is hard.” Yan said, flopping back more, “I don’t even know anymore.”

  “Then perhaps we should shelve the issue.” Sebastian suggested. “It need not be named this moment anyways. Michael, think about what the sword means, or what you want it to mean. Perhaps then, you will find a name that suits it.”

  With a nod, Michael put away his weapons. “Okay. Anything else we need to discuss? I’m pretty tired.” He looked around the room at the others. Wolf shrugged, Hyato yawned, and Fara twiddled her thumbs.

  “Monster Master training is going well.” Yan said, “I’m getting better. Michael, can I link to your energy before you go to sleep?” Wolf made an ‘ooh’ sound so Yan threw a pillow at him.

  “Well, I guess so.” Michael said, trying not to yawn.

  “We can play a game of Command~.” Yan said. Michael perked up, nodding. “Cool.”

  “In that case, I bid you all a good evening.” Sebastian said, rising. “We have an early start tomorrow, for more training.”

  The party dispersed to their own cabins. Each of them had their own room to stay in now, even Fara, after some changes Rils had made. Yan and Michael settled in for a game of Command while they talked about their days, while the others made for bed without further dallying. The only one left awake a half hour later was the smallest of the group, or was she really a member of the group at all?

  Fara lay in bed thinking about the events leading up to now. She had been dedicated to her studies with enough fervor to join MAW, but ended up working with Rex for the chance at money. What was she to do now? Her time spent adventuring had been enlightening, to say the least, and also tragic. If she and the others who chased a bounty could be considered adventurers for it, then the statistics were correct after all.

  Evan died. He joined a perilous quest with an ambiguous goal, and wasn’t even dedicated to it much. That was all it took for him to be killed, murdered by the hand of one they knew. Or someone wearing the skin of an acquaintance, at least. If half of all adventurers died within their first year of adventure, why adventure at all? Fara wondered if she got the statistic right.

  These people that Fara was now hanging around were serious about themselves. When she had joined this quest she thought it to be easy money, like Rex said. A Million Gil is not much, but that kind of money was still a great deal more than Fara had ever seen. The bounty turned out to be fake, but Fara wondered if Michael was underestimated. If that man went wild, he could cause far more than a million gil of damage. It wouldn’t even take a day for him. The others were monsters in their own right, what made Fara able to stand at their side?

  In truth, Fara was not standing at their side, was she? They all sought to prevent Vero from carrying out some bizarre machinations of bloodshed, but Fara did not have the same investment. Did she?

  The bed never seemed to get any more comfortable as Fara turned to her side and clutched the oversized blankets. Questions seemed to pound away in her mind and prevent any form of sleep, but sleep was inevitable anyways.

  Days passed aboard the airship faster than the lands passed beneath it. Despite an increase in speed, travel took time. Rils had to bring the airship down for maintenance and fuel here and there, but the party had returned to Myrrh after all. It had felt like an age since they had been there, in the Kingdom where their journey started, but in reality it had been around a month since Michael awoke. In the Ferosian calendar, a given month was around forty days. While it varied from month to month, Sebastian explained that there were still many weeks of Summer remaining.

  “I feel like we are traveling faster than an arrow.” Wolf said, laughing as Sebastian explained things over dinner. “Most of my adventurers used to take way longer than all this.”

  “When dealing with the destruction of towns and the potential revival of an ancient warlord,” Sebastian said, “Things tend to get a bit rushed.”

  “Speaking from experience, I take it?” Fara asked, smirking. Sebastian chuckled and shook his head.

  "Time moves fast." Hyato said, poking at his empty plate. "Maybe I should get seconds."

  "What about you Hyato?" Yan asked, "How long has it been since our journey started together?"

  The hungry swordsman glanced over, "Maybe a year." He said.

  "How does that work?" Fara asked.

  "I live out of order. Between each battle there's usually at least a week of sleeping. Then I'm awake and alert for a while." Hyato said.

  "That's strange." Fara said, "So, do you remember everything we went through then?"

  "No." Hyato said, "Some of it hasn't happened for me yet." He stood up to go get seconds.

  "Well, thanks for what you said to me back there." Fara said. Hyato nodded, wondering what it was.

  After dinner Michael stretched, "I think it's time for more training." He and Hyato stood up, and Yan went with.

  "Go on ahead." Wolf said, yawning. "I just wanna fight some Zori."

  "You can't sleep in the canteen," Sebastian advised, cleaning up his plate. He used a bit of hydromancy to rinse his dish, which worked well enough. "Sleep by the training deck."

  Wolf grumbled but followed along anyways. The party made their way to the training deck for some evening exercise. Between meditation healing, Val's skilled medical arts, Fara applying her healing, and eating lots of food, Michael and the others had been able to train all day everyday. Wolf took a nap.

  Michael drew his swords and went through the motions of the Zoku Style warmups. "Okay." Hyato said, "Tell me, how do you feel about this combat style?"

  "It's good." Michael said. "I feel like I understand the purpose. Three stances, one where I use both swords to attack, one where both swords are for defense, and one where I use one for attack and the other to defend." Michael explained, stepping into each stance. "But the strength of the style is swapping stances as I go. I can effectively swing either sword to parry or strike when I need to."

  "Just don't overextend yourself." Hyato warned. "Just because you can fight off two enemies at once doesn't mean you can look two directions."

  "For multiple enemies I'll just use Dark Wind." Michael said. "Although, I have noticed it's hard to focus on Elemancy while I do this."

  "All your focus is in your footwork and slashes." Hyato said, "It will become second nature in time. Then you can learn the final stance of the Zoku Style."

  "There's another stance?" Michael asked, perking up.

  "Yes. The final stance of the style allows you to 'Become as two,' whatever that means."

  "You don't know it?" Michael asked. Hyato shook his head. "So, where did you learn about it, who made this?"

  "Zoku." Hyato said, "One of the Six legendary swords masters whose styles have been fused into modern Swordplay. Each of them learned, experimented, then created their own styles. Then they became legends."

  "Woah, that's amazing." Michael said, "When did this happen?"

  "I... Don't remember." Hyato admitted. "I didn't pay too much attention. It was long before the Broken Times, I think."

  "Over a century." Michael said, "Maybe more."

  "That gives you an advantage." Hyato said, "No one prepares counter styles to ancient combat methods. So they won't be able to read your moves."

  Michael grinned, "Yeah. And it's as adaptable as I am, so if I throw in my unique sword techs and my techmotion I'll be unstoppable. I practically have my own style already!" Michael did more practice slashes, making sure to get the motions right.

  Hyato laughed, smiling at Michael's excitement. "Don't get ahead of yourself. You still need to master the basics."

  As Michael focused on his training, under the strict guidance of Hyato, Fara looked around at the others. Wolf was napping, having eaten too much or worked out too hard. He needed to build his strength for the duel with Michael anyways. Yan was working as well, practicing some sort of energy training that Sebastian had assigned her. Fara looked at Sebastian last, and noticed an intense sense of concentration on his features, but he was holding still.

  “What are you doing?” Fara asked Sebastian.

  The Evari illumni did not blink or look her way, “I... am... looking...”

  “What? What do you mean?”

  “Do... you know... about... Elesense?” Sebastian said, each of his words coming out strained.

  “No.” Fara said, “What is it?”

  “Later...” He said, “Captain... approaches.”

  Fara turned to see the captain of the airship heading towards the training deck, along with her helmsman. When Rils arrived she waited a moment before clearing her throat. “A moment please.” She said, calling for attention. Yan, Michael, and Hyato walked over to listen to the captain. “I need to discuss something with you all, spare a minute?”

  “Yes.” Sebastian said, and the others acquiesced as well. Only Wolf remained silent in his napping.

  Rils frowned a bit at the Phanokai, but spoke anyway, “In just a day or so we will be arriving at the Mystic Grove to refuel. From there, we will need to plot a new course. I know you plan to enter Necros, but that is not possible to do by air. Necros has their seas and airspace around their borders kept under tight lock, and the Mystic Wall prevents entry by land.”

  “So how are we supposed to get in?” Michael asked.

  “That, you will have to determine for yourselves.” Rils said, “But I have an option for you.” She held out her hand to the Helmsman that stood at her side, an Aaphuso woman with light blue skin. “This is Tren, my night Helmsman. She was born in Necros, and managed to flee the country.”

  Tren gave a small bow. “What the captain says is true. I am native to Necros, as are many of my kind.”

  “So how did you get out?” Yan asked, “If you can’t escape by land, sea, or air. Did you teleport or something?”

  “Nothing like that,” Tren said, “Not just anyone can teleport. There is a path, a route by land. I-”

  Sebastian shot to his feet, causing Wolf to crash to the ground and drawing everyone’s gaze. He looked to the sky above and blinked several times, “Something is coming.” He said, a tone of panic in his voice.

  The crew aboard the ship looked above as the lookout from the crow’s nest called out. Blue streaks of light danced across the sky like a migration of meteors. The lights moved in a wide pattern all across the sky, each veering off in different directions towards anything airborne. In an inevitable outcome, one of the blue lights homed in towards the airship.

  While most everyone stood in bewilderment at what was happening, Sebastian leapt into action. His right arm burned to life with power, engulfing his body in a sky blue flame as he rose his palm towards the sky. With a crackling whisper of power a tendril of water erupted from Sebastian’s arm to lash out at the oncoming meteor. His elemental force struck the homing light with a dazzling array of rainbow sparks, blinding them for a moment.

  When their vision returned those aboard the ship saw Sebastian’s watery attack remained, but the light had slipped around it to land aboard the ship just outside of the training deck. It appeared to cause no impact, but remained even when Sebastian lashed out again with a blast of flames.

  “What is going on?” Rils said, more annoyed than dismayed at the arrival of the invulnerable light.

  “Whatever it is, that magic is strong.” Fara said, “It’s awfully complex, it must be a King Spell.”

  “In normal terms please?” Rils asked.

  “There are nine levels of spell complexity, level 7 spells are called King Spells.” Fara said, “I couldn’t dream of casting one. Not even Sebastian could.”

  “Not the time,” Sebastian said, “The others are on the way here!” He drew attention to the migration of widening lights, which now moved towards the airship from every direction. Michael and Wolf drew their swords and Yan summoned Energy Doubles as they prepared for a fight. All the sailors aboard the ship watched or made ready to fight, save for one man too engrossed in his work to even notice the commotion.

  The blue lights of the King Spell gathered together, slipping through a dome of wind that Sebastian summoned. Each of the lights gathered in the glow where the first light struck, adding to an ever growing font of blue light. When all the lights had gathered they stood about the height of Wolf, just a bit taller than your average tall person.

  “Get ready everyone.” Sebastian said, condensing the wreath of flames to be just around his arm. Michael and Wolf slipped into battle poses while Yan spread out to be ready from any angle. Fara positioned herself behind Sebastian and Michael, ready to assist.

  Hyato took a seat.

  The font of light shone bright for a moment, and two shadows appeared from within the light, stepping onto the deck of the airship. The person in front wore armor composed of interlocking crystal plates and carried a shield of brilliant red metal, glowering around with a look of distrust at all she saw. The Evari woman kept herself ahead and in front of the other person as they stepped aboard.

  Donned in fine blue robes and walking with a relaxed posture was a tall Evari man with a neat white beard and long hair brushed back behind him. As Michael and the others in the party saw him, they dropped their guard to adopt a look of confusion and relief. Fara, Rils, and the airship crew did not recognize him on sight, but grew still as he spoke.

  “Greetings young ones, please pardon my intrusion.” He said in a smooth refined voice, “If I may have a moment to speak, I shan’t interrupt your travels for much longer.” Mystia wore a patient smile as he awaited a response.

  When Rils did not answer, Michael did instead, “Of course, no problem King Mystia.” Michael said, trying to sheathe his swords without drawing attention to them. The members of the crew took on looks of astonishment when Michael spoke the name of their visitor.

  “I do hope I am not intruding upon anything of import, I have something I wish to say to you five.” Mystia took a step forward, but a hand was raised to stop him.

  “Please sir, allow me to escort you. It is my job.” The guardswoman said, moving ahead to allow Mystia to approach.

  “Of course,” Mystia said, “Allow me to introduce my bodyguard, Wyria. I am afraid I cannot travel anywhere anymore without an extra level of protection.” Wyria continued to view everyone in the vicinity with suspicion.

  As Mystia drew close enough for a polite conversation, Rils cleared out the gawking sailors to return them to their tasks. “So, what did you need to tell us?” Yan asked, having also dropped her doubles.

  “I have been informed in full about what occurred in the Shards of the Sky last week.” Mystia said, “I have come to say my piece regarding this event.” The party and the captain remained to listen, “First, I must commend you all for surviving. Do not count this event as a loss. You yet live, and there are those who did not count themself so lucky. Mourn as you must, and accept condolences for your loss, but you must also endeavor to move on.”

  “The events as they transpired might be something you consider as regrets. I advise you not to do this. You, and I, were manipulated by the Sorcerer Vero. In retrospect, I can see no reason to believe this was not made to be a trap. Had I not authorized your entry into that realm, he would never have breached its defenses. I myself shall take all the blame for this.”

  Mystia continued to speak, not allowing any to intrude upon his words. “What you face is something that few have survived, and I urge you to continue your quest. I have personally met Mexizu in battle, long long ago, and can attest to the danger the world faces should that man return to this world. If the words reported to me are accurate, those that this Daemon Rex fellow spoke before he opened up the earth, do not take them lightly.” Mystia gave the five he bestowed gifts a stern gaze for a moment.

  “However.” Mystia said, “I am but an old man. You need not follow any commands I give you, and it would be best for you to make up your own minds. I come not to offer mere praise and warning, but also to offer my wisdom. Please, if you have any questions, ask them.”

  The party looked around at one another as Mystia turned over his hand. They had not been prepared to press for information, and all seemed to be racing with thoughts. Fara raised her hand first, “Okay, I’ll ask the obvious one. What was that spell you used?”

  “Ah yes. My preferred method of travel is to teleport, but not all places have a site ready for me. The spell I used sends out scouts to find my target location and create a portal.” Mystia said, “When I depart with my great- granddaughter,” Wyria gave Mystia an annoyed look, “Ahem. My bodyguard, the portal shall vanish.” Fara nodded, looking satisfied.

  Michael raised his hand, “I have a question. Was Mexizu really as bad as they say?”

  “That is a difficult query, Michael.” Mystia said, “In the Broken Times, I doubt there were any good men. I only met him once, and only for a brief skirmish.” He looked down at his hands, “I shall never be able to forget his power.”

  Michael shivered.

  “Okay, I’ll try to remember all this.” Yan said, “What are the Godai, the Farlanders, the Fiends, Du Mar, and Eassenni?” She asked. “I know what an Annoph is, but Dark Michael mentioned all of those.”

  Mystia rubbed his beard. “The Godai are ancient warriors turned artisans from countless eons before the erasure of history. The Fiends, I do believe, refer to the Original Fiends. They are the predecessors to the Annophs, and the ultimate origin of Zori, or so it is said.”

  “Du Mar is an interesting entity to mention. There was once a High God tasked with recording all knowledge, but decided the task was too much for one being; even as a God. Azrad, he was called, broke himself into a race of beings to travel the planes and seek out knowledge and store it for all time. One by one, the Azrad, the people not the God, were killed off. When only Du Mar remained, the other Gods took pity on their fallen brethren and granted him immortal life to carry out his mission. The legends say that Du Mar records all things that occur, and invented the oldest form of magic, Calling.” Mystia explained. “I know all this because I was a Caller, before I invented Modern Magic.”

  “As for the last two. Eassenni and Farlanders. I have heard the terms, but am not myself familiar with them.” Mystia admitted. “I apologize.”

  “No, no.” Yan said, shaking her head, “That’s... alot.”

  “Anyone else?” Mystia asked, “I am sure you have many questions.”

  Sebastian stepped forth. “Recently I created a mass of energy in an attempt to create Elio.” Sebastian said, “In the process I was put through a... harrowing experience.” He lifted his arm to show it, wiggling the fingers about. “I was concerned I had created Black Mana instead, and that I might be a Malefacte. Is there a way to tell?”

  “Interesting that you would ask that,” Mystia said, “After your tale, I expected you to ask after Elio. Very well.” Mystia nodded, “There is a trick to detecting Black Mana. It is not difficult, and should be useful to clear any doubts. You are not afflicted with Black Mana, but I shall teach you anyways.” Mystia explained to Sebastian how to look for Black Mana using Mysticism. Fara and Yan listened in and learned as well.

  When the impromptu tutoring finished, Wolf touched his cheeks. “Hmm. I think it’s my turn to ask something, but I don’t really have a question.”

  “Very well, then I shall ask after you. Has the pendant been useful, Wolf?” Mystia asked.

  “It has! I can unleash more power than ever. I still don’t know where my upper limit is.” Wolf grinned, arms akimbo. Mystia inclined his head with a pleased smile.

  “My turn.” Hyato said, “Who would be the best person for me to learn the ways of Vurblade from?”

  Mystia laughed, “Such a straightforward question. But advancing your own skills is important too. I do not have an answer for you now, Hyato, but I will ask around and find a way to contact you. Worry not.”

  “Thank you.” Hyato said.

  When the party had finished asking Mystia questions, the King turned his attention to Rils and Fara. “We get questions too?” Rils asked.

  “You are as important as anyone in this quest.” Mystia said, “Providing efficient transport, and helping those who you once opposed are both admirable and worthy of some reward.”

  “Oh wow.” Fara said, blinking, “I’m not going to get in trouble am I? I had no idea the Shards place was a restricted area when we followed them in.”

  “Do not worry.” Mystia said, “I thought you had been cleared already, but no, there need not be any consequences when you have already suffered so much. Was that your question, you may ask another of course.”

  “Oh,” Fara frowned, “I don’t... I don’t have anything I want to ask.” She said, “I think I have learned enough already, to make up my mind.” Mystia inclined his head, a knowing look on the old man’s visage.

  “I don't really have anything to ask you either, your highness.” Rils said, glancing around, “But Yan looks like she has another one.” Yan’s eyes widened, then she nodded. “Go ahead, hun.”

  Yan gave a chuckle, “Yeah, I do have another one.” She said. Mystia waited, so she took in a breath. “Who is Mistan?”

  Those gathered near looked from Yan to Michael, then to Mystia. “I suppose you do not mean Prince Mistan, the missing heir of Myrrh.” Mystia deduced, “Which means of course that you mean the Mistan he was named after.” Yan and Michael’s ears twitched, and everyone seemed to be holding their breath for Mystia’s next words.

  “Mistan, in fact, is the name of one of the three most powerful Ancients. The very Ancients that were central to the Ancient War, which enveloped the world so thoroughly that nearly all people were eradicated, and history itself was erased to keep it hidden. Of course, the eager archeologists all over Iagorothi uncovered much of the record of what occurred, and continue to do so. Or perhaps someone found one of the Azrad’s hidden vaults of knowledge. We do not know where the books came from.”

  “Of the Ancients, Mistan was among the greatest. Each Ancient was a being forged by the Gods themselves, set upon the world to guide it. A terrible idea, given the tragic history of the Godai long prior. Many of the Ancients were made by Lesser and High Gods alone, but Mistan was the only Ancient to be created by all three Elder Gods working together. And, incidentally, the only recorded Ancient to have been touched by Cha-on themself.” Mystia explained.

  “Alas, we know not what actually occurred to end the world, but there are no surviving Ancients. The war they waged destroyed them all; and, when the arks carrying the descendants of the refugees landed, none that lived in the time before were able to leave.”

  Yan sat down, “That’s way more than I expected to hear.”

  “My grandson Warlin has been researching the Ancient War for some time now.” Mystia said, “He has kept me abreast of his findings with frequent updates. But, I feel it is my turn to ask. Why did you ask about Mistan?”

  “Because.” Michael said, “When Dark Michael was raging around and fighting Daemon Rex, that’s what he said, wasn’t it?”

  The others nodded, and Yan spoke, “I am Mistan.” Yan said, “That’s what he said. Screamed, really.”

  Mystia brought his hands together in front of himself. “I see.” Mystia said, “Perhaps... It is not impossible for it to be just that, a name. Or perhaps something of the Prince’s mind lingering. But, do not dismiss the possibility that Dark Michael spoke the truth.” Mystia advised.

  Michael let out a breath of relief, “That means one thing.” He said, smiling, “I’m not possessed by Mexizu.”

  “Did you really think you were?” Sebastian asked.

  “Well, yeah.” Michael said, “I mean. We’ve seen lots of things right? The revenant is Mexizu’s Soul, and I keep having visions. Well..." Michael paused and blinked. "I haven’t had a vision since the mountains actually.”

  “I see.” Sebastian said, “In any case, we should research more about this Ancient Mistan, should we get the chance. In case it is relevant.”

  “Agreed.” Yan said.

  Mystia clapped his hands together, “Excellent. Always a pleasure to ignite the passions of learning. Now, was there anything else before I depart?”

  “Yeah.” Michael said, “Is there a way to test if I am Immortal?”

  Wyria arched an eyebrow, but Mystia frowned. “None that I know of. Do you think yourself Immortal?”

  “Maybe...” Michael said. “There have been lots of times where I seem to barely escape death. And there was this crystal down in the caverns beneath the Shards, it spoke to me.” Michael frowned, “But, I’m not sure.”

  “I would give you an answer if I had one, Michael.” Mystia said, “But do not do anything risky to test that idea.”

  “I won't.” Michael promised. He looked around and saw concern in the eyes of the others and looked into their eyes with his own empty eyes. “I won't.” He repeated.

  With a nod Mystia looked around once more. The sailors around the deck were all watching, while pretending to work, but had been far enough away to not hear over the sounds of the airship. Wyria cleared her throat, indicating the portal behind them. “I do believe that was all the time I had.” Mystia said, “Before this portal wanes and strands me in another Kingdom, I must go. Do not forget, you have nothing to regret. Make the choices you must, follow your Soul, and listen to your Heart.” Mystia turned to leave, Wyria following along behind him.

  Before Mystia reached the portal Michael took a step forth, causing Wyria to spin around and Mystia to glance back. “Thank you!” Michael said, bowing at the hips towards the man, “We won’t forget your words!” He declared. Yan bowed as well, then Wolf, Hyato, Sebastian and Fara followed suit. A few members of the crew mirrored the action.

  Mystia gave a soft chuckle and smiled, “Fare well, travelers. Be safe unto morrows dawn, for one knows not where time would have us meet again.” King Mystia departed, vanishing with Wyria in a flash of blue light.

  The silence left on the airship was broken by the ambient sound of machine and wind. For several long seconds no one seemed to move, registering the event in their memories as once in a lifetime, and the absence of such a presence spoke volumes. Only one person carried on working, the sailor who had not even noticed the arrival or departure of one of the world’s Magi, so dedicated to his rope work.

  Michael stood up straight and looked at the others. “Well... that was something else.”

  “You’re telling me.” Yan said, “I never thought I would get to meet a King twice.” She sat down and looked up at the sky. “Am I dreaming?”

  “You aren’t.” Sebastian said, “But, let us not waste any further time. Captain Rils, I shall speak with Tren about this potential path, then the others later tonight. Can you lead me to where she went?”

  “Of course.” Rils said, a bit stiff in her movements. “Right this way, and afterwards I think I might need a nap.” She started showing Sebastian away.

  “Oh, would you like company?” Sebastian asked, giving the Captain a winning smile.

  Rils laughed, “No. Keep it in the canteen.”

  Sebastian looked back, “I shall meet with everyone later, after your evening sparring.” He gave a wave and departed with Rils. Michael turned to Wolf, beckoning him over to the training deck.

  Fara sat down next to Yan, “You know, being an adventurer is intense.” She said.

  “Isn’t it?” Yan asked, “But ever since I started traveling with Michael I’ve learned and experienced more than I ever imagined I would.”

  “It’s crazy.” Fara said, “I thought studying for finals was stressful. How do you manage it?”

  “Manage what? Stress?” Yan asked.

  “Yeah, it’s one of the top killers of adventurers, right?” Fara said, “But you guys train harder than martial artists and still seem at ease.”

  Yan smiled, “It’s all about recreation. Be serious when you need to, and goofy when you don’t. I play Command, and do some other things.”

  “Recreation.” Fara repeated, “Okay. I’ll ask around about it.”

  “Just don’t ask Sebastian.” Yan said with a grin, nudging Fara. They both laughed.

  Unwinding from the day's events was done through combat for some of them, and relaxation for others. After Michael’s stamina draining duels, which he lost, the party had their meeting to discuss possible paths going forward. They needed more information, something they would acquire in the Mystic Grove when they arrived. For now, it was time to rest. For every day of battle, a dozen of training. For every day of training, a night of rest. The party slept well, ready for the trials of the morrow.