The Land: Forging (Chaos Seeds Book 2)

by Aleron Kong

  Psi Blast – Lvl 1, points to next level: 1

  Brain Drain – Lvl 4, points to next level: 4

  Can use:

  Air Magic

  Resistances:

  Mental: 100%

  Air: 50%

  Race: Psi Dragonling

  He was happy to see her basic stats had increased with her level. Also she remained disease free. Either she had been immune to the demon’s disease spell, or she had avoided it all together. She hovered in the air above his head, ready to face whatever danger was about to come. The hatch wheel easily fastened to the indentation set into the round door. Sion stood several steps behind him and to the right. An arrow was nocked and partially drawn. With a last nod to his Companion, Richter took a deep breath and twisted the wheel. He yanked the hatch open, ready for battle!

  There was no one to fight. Taking deep breaths to calm his racing heart, he looked at Sion and laughed shakily. The sprite was clearly relieved as well. All that the hatch revealed was a narrow tunnel slightly smaller around than the hatch itself. Brown vines hugged all surfaces of tunnel that Richter could see. Having a high suspicion of what to expect, he immediately shone his wand on any surface it could reach. Words were soon revealed, emblazoned on the stone around the lip of the tunnel. The area had been completely hidden by the edges of the hatch, but it now revealed their next riddle.

  As we all enter, so do we all leave. Obey this truth or be crushed by your weakness.

  Richter looked at Sion confused. He was really getting tired of riddles. His Companion looked back at him with a sure expression.

  “Alone.”

  “What,” Richter asked.

  “Alone,” Sion repeated. “We all enter this world and leave it the same way. By ourselves. The riddle means only one of us can enter at a time.”

  Richter grimaced. He didn’t like the idea of splitting up. This dungeon had almost killed them plenty of times, but the fact remained that they had to get out of this place. If there was one thing that had held true so far though, it was that obeying these riddles would keep them alive. He nodded and began to take off his arms and armor. The tunnel would be too small for him to crawl through wearing what he had on. Sion stopped him.

  “I am the one that should go,” the sprite said. Richter shook his head and prepared to argue, but Sion cut him off. “You know that in that small space, I’m the better choice. You were already about to remove you weapons. I don’t like the idea of us splitting up either, but the idea of going into a new area of this dungeon without protection is insane. I will handle this. You focus on protecting our friends.” Sion gave him a cocky smile, “This is what we do, brother.”

  Richter couldn’t keep the smile from his face even though he tried. He agreed on the condition that Sion tie a rope around his waist. If he got into trouble, Richter could pull him out quickly. Sion agreed, and handed him his pack. Richter gave him two health potions just in case. After slipping the potions into a belt pouch the sprite got into the tunnel and started walking forward at a crouch.

  The tunnel couldn’t have been longer than fifty yards. Richter cast Far Light, anchoring the ball of light half way down the tunnel. Richter watched his Companion move forward, ready to pull him back in an instant. After Sion had crossed the half way point though, suddenly Richter couldn’t see him. The sprite hadn’t disappeared. Instead, the tunnel now ended in a blank wall, illuminated by a hovering ball of white light. The rope led directly into the rock.

  Alarmed, Richter shouted and tried to pull the rope. It was like he was trying to rip a piece of a mountain off. There was absolutely no give no matter how hard he pulled. Dropping the rope, he started to climb into the tunnel. As soon as his hand crossed the threshold though, a grinding noise ensued. The tunnel started constricting like an iris. It wasn’t just the opening though. Richter could see that the entire length shaft was getting smaller. He withdrew his hand quickly. He didn’t have more than a fingertip in for more than two seconds, but the tunnel had perceptibly shrunk. There was no way he could reach Sion before the tunnel was completely shut, let alone have enough time to bring him back to safety. Richter had no idea how solid stone could flex like a muscle, but he did know that his Companion was on his own.

  CHAPTER 23

  Sion didn’t hear anything strange, but he sensed something was amiss. He looked back and saw only a blank wall of brown stone. His heart started slamming painfully inside of his chest. He couldn’t be trapped! Not again! His fear threatened to incapacitate him, but then he heard the trilling call of a forest lark.

  Sion turned his head back forward. He was confused but was intending to scramble the last distance out of the tunnel, but stopped, shocked by what he was seeing. He was in the forest, on an exceptionally beautiful day. It was autumn and the beauty of the changing leaves complemented the smells of the changing seasons. There was the sweetness of decay from the fallen leaves. The somehow sharp scent of cooling wind down from the mountains. He didn’t understand what was going on, but there was something familiar about the scene.

  “Sion! Why didn’t you wait for me? I told you I was coming too!”

  When he heard that boyish sprite voice, and even greater feeling of dread rose in his breast. He turned, and saw the face of his best childhood friend, Kurian. The sprite’s youthful cheeks were somewhat ruddy from both the run he had just finished and the brisk chill in the air. Sion now knew what day this was. It was the one day he spent his entire life trying to forget. The events of this day were why he had let Richter be torn apart by wolves. This was the day that he had killed his best friend.

  The one thing that all sprites learned from an early age was to avoid human lands. It was drilled into them again and again. Sion had needed to prove himself, though. So he goaded his best friend into coming with him on a horrible misadventure.

  Seeing Kurian again after so long, Sion’s spirit tried to shout, ‘Turn back! Don’t do this,’ but he had no control over his younger body’s actions. He was trapped as a spectator, just along for the ride.

  “Don’t take so long next time, Kurry,” young Sion said laughing. “I heard the hunters talking about how they had seen humans at the boundary of the forest. Are you ready?”

  Despite his earlier protestations, Kurian’s face adopted a doubtful expression, “Yeah. Of course, I am! But maybe we should go tomorrow or the next day. Elder Yamin is making sprangle berry pie today, and-”

  Sion cut him off, “If you are too scared, just stay behind.” He turned to go, but waited expectantly before starting to walk again. Kurian immediately hurried to catch up to him, espousing his limitless courage. He fell into line just as he always did when Sion bated him. Just as Sion knew he would.

  The two boys ran through the forest. The sprite’s racial ability of Concealment made it easy to avoid any predators. They were instinctually in tune with forest around them. They also knew that they would not be missed anytime soon. It was the nature of sprites to wander the woods communing with nature, so their absence for a day would not raise any suspicion. All the elements for their trip were in place.

  That night they drank sweetberry juice that Sion had stolen from his mother’s larder. They praised themselves for embarking on such a grand adventure. What brave explorers they were! When it was time to sleep, both climbed into the limbs of a massive oak. Well hidden by the changing leaves, they both let themselves be carried away into dreams of adventure.

  The next morning, Sion awoke first and nudged his friend. After performing the necessary functions of every morning, they resumed their great quest to see the humans. They played tricks on each other while the traveled. Kurian would peg the back of Sion’s unsuspecting head with a mud pie. Later during a noon nap, somehow a newt wet from the river would make its way down Kurian’s shirt. Sion looked on with a shocked and innocent expression while his friend shrieked and cursed. They both enjoyed their journey, and nothing seemed to be able to ruin their mood. That was when they f
ound the body of a deer.

  Both were confused by what they were seeing at first. It had been killed by an arrow, that was clear enough, but the body hadn’t been treated in the way they had been taught. Instead great hunks of meat had been cut off with no concern towards saving the pelt. Much of the deer had been left to rot as well. It was in opposition of everything they knew. Death was part of life, that truth had never been hidden from the young sprites. Killing another living creature was not to be taken lightly, however. Hunting was both a responsibility and a sacred honor. No part of an animal was ever wasted. What they saw before them was… savagery.

  Their mood now somber, they continued to follow the trail that led from the carcass, ever farther from the Hearth Tree. Another few hours of travel brought them to the camp of the humans. The smell was what they noticed first. The humans seemed to have just emptied their bowels and bladders in random places rather than create a proper site to dispose of their waist.

  They stayed hidden as they walked through the trees. When they were closer, Sion heard squeals of pain followed by cruel laughter. The smell of cooking meat drifted through the woods, and they caught the first glimpses of the camp through the trees. Another minute of walking, and they saw the most horrible sight of their young lives.

  There were four, no five, humans in the camp. Two wagons were nearby filled with stacked cages. More than half were filled with some of the more dangerous creatures of the forest. Feline brown fangs, red forest dogs, chittering skree, and even several skeelings. They were all caged separately and seemed furious about their situation.

  The squeal of pain they heard though, was from a cave badger. The humans had made their camp beside a small crevasse that was about seven feet deep. Both entrances were blocked with rocks preventing escape. A badger huddled near one entrance. Its body was pressed up against the rocks in an attempt to avoid the other denizen of fissure.

  The humans had driven a spike into the ground near the other entrance. A heavy length of chain was attached to it. The other end of the chain was tied around the neck of a razorling. Five feet long, the razorling stood on four paws. Each finger was tipped with a curved and wicked talon. The creature’s body was thin and clearly built for speed. Its mouth was filled with razor sharp fangs that were snapping open and shut, only inches away from the badger.

  Even sprites avoided packs of these sadistic hunters. The razorlings gained their name by the tendency to toy with prey. They never killed quickly if they could avoid it, but instead would disable. Then, to the sound of their cackling laughter, would swipe at the body of their victim making small razor sharp incisions. The sprite hunters had told Sion it could take near an hour for the razorlings to finish their kill.

  The chain was short enough that the badger was safe, but only so long as it huddled at the far end of the crevasse. Unfortunately, that wasn’t enough entertainment for the humans. Four of the filthy men were standing around the lip of crevice laughing and hooting. The fifth was down in the crevasse, but on the other side of the stone wall from the badger. The men had left a small hole in the wall, and they used it to poke a spear at the poor creature. Never too deeply, but enough to cause it to shy away from the weapon. That would of course bring it closer to the razorling, who would struggle to reach the badger with renewed vigor. The fear of the predator would overwhelm the pain of the spear, and the badger would huddle against the stone wall again. All of this happened to the cheers and horrible laughter of the men, drinking from jugs and slapping each other on the back. After a minute, one would shout in common tongue, “More!” The man behind the wall would jab the spear forward, and the entire travesty would start again.

  Sion and Kurian watched this with horror. They had never been exposed to wanton cruelty before. They both lost their innocence that night, watching while the men tortured the cave badger for mere amusement.

  It wasn’t long before even the small squeals of pain and terror the men were eliciting weren’t enough to quench their appetites. One of the men, with a large scar on his face, took a long pull of whatever they were drinking, and said, “Finish it Rall.”

  The man stabbed the badger again, but instead of withdrawing this time, he continued to push the animal forward. The badger squealed in panic, but the pain of the spear tip kept it from retreating. With a forceful jab, the badger jumped away from the weapon. And into the reach of the razorling.

  “No,” Kurian shouted.

  Sion clapped his hand over his friend’s mouth, afraid to draw the attention of the evil humans. One of the men looked up to locate the source of the noise. Luckily, the other drunkards were too obsessed with their vicious sport to hear. Soon the one man who had taken heard Kurian looked back to crevasse to enjoy the dying screams the forest animal. The two boys huddled in the undergrowth afraid to move, and learned that the sprite hunters had been wrong.

  The screams of the badger only lasted half an hour.

  Night was falling by the time the men walked away from their amusement. The walked over to where they had been roasting their meat, and settled down with a fresh jug.

  “Did you see all that blood,” one man with a scraggly red beard asked. “We will get a great price for that thing in the pits!”

  “Hahaha,” another replied. “I say we throw something else in later.” The other men cheered and agreed.

  The man with the scar stood up. “Now listen you motherless pigs! A bit of fun is one thing, but I won’t have you cutting into our profits! Now get some sleep, because we leave in the morning. We have enough in the cages, and I’m tired of these stinking woods. Rall, you have first watch.”

  One or two of the men grumbled, but no real dissent was raised. They settled in for the night, except for Rall. He sat with his back to the fire, looking disinterested in his duties as guard.

  Once Sion heard the sounds of snoring, he motioned for Kurian to follow him away from the camp. They stayed silent until they were several hundred yards away, then Sion paused and whispered urgently.

  “Stop Kurian!”

  “What,” his friend hissed back. “Why? We need to get away from here!”

  “They are going to torture and kill all of those animals. We have to free them.”

  “No,” Kurian said, shaking his head. “When we can get back we can tell the warriors. They will be able to stop them.”

  “Those humans are leaving at dawn,” Sion argued. “They might leave the forest before the warriors can catch them.” He drew himself up, puffing out his chest. “It is our duty to protect the forest and its creatures.” He had heard his mother say the same thing many times. Sion knew full well that she had not meant for two sprite youths to risk death against a band of cut throats, but he wouldn’t let that stand in the way of his youthful bravado.

  “Sion,” Kurian pleaded, fear evident on his face, “there are only two of us. Those humans are full grown, and they have weapons.”

  Sion expression became condescending and judgmental, “Iiiii will do my duty as a sprite. You can leave if you are afraid.” He turned and started walking back to the camp. Kurian fell into line just as he always did when Sion bated him. Just as Sion knew he would.

  Watching this memory unfold, Sion’s spirit struggled with renewed fury to take control of his younger self. He didn’t want to see what was about to happen. Living through it once was more than anyone should ever have to endure! Despite his efforts though, he remained only a spectator.

  The two sprites walked back towards the camp. When they got closer, they circled around to come at the wagon from the opposite direction. Sion’s plan was simple. They would sneak up to the cages, keeping the wagon between themselves and the men as cover. All of the cages on one side were locked with the same chain. Sion would break the lock and Kurian would pull the chain. They might not free all of the animals, but they would free most. In the chaos afterwards, the two boys would fade back into the forest, and then go back to the Hearth Tree to warn their people.r />
  At first, it looked like Sion’s plan would work. The two boys made their way to the wagon undetected. The lock did not seem too large, and Sion was already wearing Strength enhancing armor, a perk of being the son of the Hearth Mother. He thought one blow from a rock would break it. With a last look at Kurian to see that he was ready to pull the chain, Sion raised the stone in his hand. That was when Kurian screamed.

  The cage that Sion’s friend was standing in front of apparently contained a nettler. The over large spider was named after the spikes sticking randomly from its body. It had reached through the cage and stuck one of its spikes into Kurian. It quickly its injected venom, and he fell to the ground, paralyzed. Sion bashed the nettler with his rock, making it withdraw back into the cage, but the damage was done. He was reaching down to carry his friend away when he heard a sound behind him. Looking back, all he saw was something falling towards his face, and then, blackness.

  When Sion came to, he was bound in front of the fire. Kurian was tied up on the ground next to him. The boy was awake. Nettler venom, while potent, was also short lived. His friend was struggling to shout, but was gagged as well. Kurian’s face was bloodied and one eye was swelling shut.

  “Look! The other one is up!”

  The face of the scarred man came into Sion’s view. “Well hello little guy,” the man said with false kindness. “Now we haven’t been introduced. I am Broyin, and these are my men,” he said with the mockery of a flourished bow. He loosened Sion’s gag. “What is your name?”

  Sion looked up at the man, defiantly not speaking. Broyin smiled happily, and slapped Sion soundly across the face. The sprite saw stars and tasted blood in his mouth. He blinked his vison clear and focused back on the man’s face. He steeled his expression, and looked back into Broyin’s eyes with his lips pressed firmly together.

  The man laughed loudly and was joined by his men. “Well you have some fire in you, I’ll give you that!” He slapped Sion again, harder this time. The sprite’s head fell back and bounced off the ground. He might have lost consciousness for a short period. When he was able to focus, he realized that he was gagged again. He looked about and saw that Broyin was standing over Kurian.