The Wandering Inn

Book 8: Chapter 72

Ryoka Griffin took one moment to reflect upon her failings on her journey to meet the Archmage of Memory.

Just one. Perhaps it wasnt even a true failing. The thing was

She didnt kill people. She was neither good at it nor did she have the ability to look at someone and do it.

Even Persua.

No, seriously. Even Persua. Even that wretched girl who had broken Ryokas leg, tried to kill her by switching her healing potions for mana potions, and threatened Ivolethe.

Even her.

Ryoka felt that was a normal thing. People fantasized about murder all the time, often in mundane office or workplace settings. But the number of people who would actually act on that impulse were low.

Infidelity, drunken fights, accidentsthat was one thing. But if there was one thing this world had a monopoly on, it was a different mentality when it came to death. There were soldiers on Earth, or people who saw death far too often.

Killingbe it monsters or people or monsters like Goblinswas more common here. Ryoka didnt want to do it. And she thought that was fine.

Yet there was a lot of blood implicitly on Ryokas hands if she could not stop Tyrions advance. He had not gone to war just for her, but Sammial, the very real threat Ailendamus posed, and the kidnapping. Ryoka was culpable in that from trying to steal from Rhisveri, but the greatest good she could do was get him to turn back.

Rhisveri was open to the idea. That was the role Ryoka was willing, wanted to play. Howevershe came to a rest on one of the flat plateaus of Kaliv.

The mountain range bordered not only the north, but parts of Pheislant and Gaiil-Dromes south. Ryoka could see some very tall trees to the south.

Ironically, there was actually different elevation in the forest nation too. Some trees were distinctly larger; a different species that occupied one corner? It must be fascinating, but Ryoka doubted shed find three friendly kings and a magic sword in there. Or a Nama.

Maybe? If there were anywhere to go, it was further west of Gaiil-Drome, but not to Pheislant on the western coast. Ryoka might stop, if she had the time, and look over the land that even Terandrians had not yet reclaimed.

The blasted kingdom of Silvaria, still filled with death magic, where the Necromancer had once been.

The wind blew a cool breeze over the flat ground, filled with sparse and rather unpleasant weeds. But Ryokas wrapped feet felt none of the pricker-thorns from the long, flat weeds bursting through the rocky soil. Their long needle-spines on dark green leaves kept trying to lacerate the soles of her feet. It wasnt mean; just self defense to keep her from stepping on them or eating them.

It didnt work, of course. From her toes to her ankles, Ryokas feet were covered by the fae-wraps. Ryoka could literally hop up and down on glass and not feel a thing.

A gift from the lands of the fae. Even the giant goat-herd native to Kaliv grazing nearby gave Ryoka a look of grudging respect.

For her part, she eyed the massive goats who would make a bull think twice about rushing them. They werent as large as bulls, but they would outnumber one angry bovine, and they had huge horns.

What do you eat to get this big?

The goats chewed down on the tough weeds. None of your business. She felt that was fair. There was a point at which Ryoka had to justunderstand that Ailendamus was Ailendamus. Events were happening.

I just have to do my part so I dont regret it later. I cant save everyone.

Right on, sister. A possibly-female Goat gave her a bowel movement of approval. Ryoka sighed. It beat talking to herself.

She pulled something outwell, two thingsand the wind obligingly died down a bit to let her take a look at them.

Even in Ailendamus, even her private rooms, Ryoka had been very careful not to fiddle with either object that much. Especially not around anyone intelligent like Visophecin or the Agelum.

Rhisveri was an odd case; he was too reliant on his magic. Plus, hed seen the strange technological blade break on his scales, so he didnt see it as a threat. But Ryoka had asked for a [Translation] spell, and Visophecin had obligingly scribed it and asked why she needed it.

Well. Ryoka stared down at the alien writing as it made sense before her eyes. She had already read a bit of it, but now was the time for some quick studying.

Honestlyit was a bit embarrassing. If Ryoka had had even a week without someone trying to kill her, she felt she could have figured it out. The thing wasaliens werent stupid.

Oh, sure, give them some context. This was definitely a rush job. Ryoka didnt know how long the Faerie King had given them, but they had clearly printed this off, and their technicians had rushed to figure out how to explain a modern, state-of-the-art weapon and all its functions to what was essentially a hairless monkey with rounded toenails.

It was like if she had to try to teach a monkey how to use a smartphone.

Monkeys could use smartphones. Literally, they could use some apps and they could swipe, a skill older Humans failed to master. So it was definitely possible. But Ryoka still appreciated the logical way the aliens had done it.

Firstimages. Pictograms, but they had clearly realized that their concepts of even basic ideas were different from Ryokas. For instance, now she saw the basic instruction to squeeze the grip. How would Humans tell you to do that?

Well, with a diagram of squeezing the handle, maybe with arrows. The aliens took the opposite approach, highlighting the area and adding a symbol that Ryoka now realized meant weight. To her, it looked like a series of dots, increasing in size.

Some kind of universal symbol for mass? Mass generates gravityanalogous to weight. They had multiple species in their federation. I meanwe have a weird one-ton block to symbolize weight.

Maybe it just meant force. An increase in magnitude.

The point was, the engineers had tried to approximate symbols that even analienwould understand. But theyd done it on the fly. Probably with, what, hours or less to work this up?

So the pictograms and illustrations were part of the instructions, but then theyd run into the issue that modern technology had. Yes, you could tell the monkey to swipe left to get another picture or reject someone on Tinder or a dating app. But how did you tell the Ryoka that in order to repair a possibly damaged screen, you had to get a specialized screwdriver, open the casing, apply a gravitron solvent, etc. etc?

There were functions on this simple sword sidearm that were advanced. Ryoka supposed this was akin to an omnitool; it certainly seemed like it had a lot of functions.

Shed seen actual blueprints for buildings that had less space than this. At least the alien paper neither creased nor got dirty nor damaged.

Nowin order to solve the issue of having to just write their instructions, the aliens had given her a cipher. They had written their entire alphabet and generated all the codewords and syntax in the upper right-hand corner. Butuh

It was still hard. Ryoka flushed with embarrassment. She was sure she could have gotten it! Just give her a few months of study. The problem was, they were trying to teach someone an entire language with no context, so they had filled the entire upper right corner with sample phrases. Some amusing onesat least with [Translation] on.

The Federation is made up of equal peoples. Do not attack each other or we will punish you.

But they had broken it down, so it looked like

(The Federation)-is-(made up)-of-(equal)-(people).

Each word was clearly denoted, such that Ryoka could have inferred The Federation was a proper noun, and is was a connecting word. She took (made up) as a single word and wondered if the [Translation] spell was faulty.

Wait. Does this just mean comprised?

She tapped made up, and the word changed before her eyes to comprised. Instantly, the manual shifted slightly, and Ryoka saw more complicated words appearing. Her mouth worked silently.

MotherfI still have to be intelligent?

Maybe this spell wasnt as good as a Tier 6 [Translation] spell or something. What would that even look like? More nuance? Translating things without words?

Talking to goats?

One of the goats had plodded over, and Ryoka shooed it away.

Go. Go. You really dont want to get near this. Okay

She was studying the advanced functions, her ruminations on the nature of communication aside. Ryoka had gotten very little from gingerly experimenting with the handle. Squeeze it, bop it, throw it at the wallit didnt seem to let her do much other than turn it off and on and a few other functions.

Because no alien soldier wanted to pull up the help file during combat. The goat watched, possibly eying Ryokas hair as a nutritious meal as she cursed.

So thats why nothing works. Alright. Damnit. They did underline that. But they dont underline the same way

She sighed, stopped making excuses, and placed a finger in the center of the hilt. This was definitely not meant for rapid configuration, although she could hotkey some functions by the looks of it.

Im not touching that. Okay. Finger heretap hereand now I give it three squeezes?

She got absolutely zero response from the sword hilt, which made her feel like an idiot. But then she saw a flicker, and the Kaliv goat and Ryoka saw a glowing interface rise out of the Faeblade where the sword would normally be. The bleating goat fled as Ryoka stared at what was probably a well-designed interfacecovered with more translated words and options.

There were, on this first screen alone, about sixty-eight options, each in their own sub-menus. Ryoka covered her face. Then she eyed one button.

No way.

It had to be a translation approximating the word to her understanding of it. But Ryoka stilleyed Communications and gingerly tapped it.

Instantly, the menu changed, and she saw Battle Group, Victory Commander, and Ship. Ohand Emergency Broadcast.

It looked like these were not regular options, and Emergency Broadcast had a number of warning symbols attached to it. Ryoka hesitated for a long time, but tapped Battle Group, then tried the other frequencies.

She learned that aliens had a dial tone too. Alsothere was no one in range. Ryoka wasnt sure if she was relieved or disappointed. Then again, she didnt know if she wanted to meet aliens in this world.

She went back to inspecting the functions. There were some cool things she wanted to try, but she had a purpose. Andshe looked at the Faeblade.

She named it that, the Windsword, because it was good cover and it had come from the lands of the fae as much as space-faring aliens. But she never forgot what Oberon had said.

The time has come for you to do more than run.

The goats were getting tired of Ryokas crapor lack thereofby now, and the bright light she kept generating was hurting their eyes. It was getting dark. She was an uninvited guest.

They were just getting ready to eject her by literally ramming her off the plateau when she activated a different setting on what she now knew was a Hetshal-knife. The goats nearly went blindtook one look at what Ryoka had just created, and ran for it. Ryoka gulped.

Okay. Okay. Ive got it, Faerie King, aliens. Butwho am I fighting?

She had a feeling this sword wasnt going to kill the enemies of Oberon himself. So. SoRyoka stood up and, prepared, holstered the Faeblade. She took a breath, then leapt into the air to reach her destination by evening.

She had wanted to meet him. Feared the strange answers shed gotten. Come to one terrible conclusion. But still.

When she found the Archmage of Memory, Ryoka Griffin was not prepared.

The Wind Runner landed in the Archmage of Memorys camp and looked around, almost as wide-eyed as Flynn.

Fuck me. Is that her?

The Australian man breathed as he straightened. Pokey, his Needlehound dog, raced forwards, and Flynn called out.

Pokey! No! Back!

Heads rose at his shout, but Ryoka had already been seen. A [Mage] had escorted her into camp, and theyd nearly stopped her before Eldavin had told them to let her in.

He had spotted her. By now, there wasnt a grasshopper on a leaf ten miles away he couldnt spot.

The magic hummed in this camp, such that the Order of Seasons were complaining that some of their [Knights] who could see magic were nearly blind. Eldavin had told them to adjust their vision. Flynn was not used to this world, but he had the exact same look as the [Knights] and even Wistrams [Mages].

He understood

This was the age of legends come to life. He was one of the Earthers who had come with Eldavin to Terandria. In fact, one of the last Earthers in Wistrams custody since so many had fled.

Flynn had a lot of feelings on that, including Trey never telling him what he was planning. But he had gone with Eldavin, and his reward was superhero armor. He didnt feel like hed lost out, but he wished he had gone with Trey or talked with the guy more.

Pokey sniffed the Wind Runner and raced back. As the dog with aggressively-pointy fur did, the [Mage] landed somewhat unsteadily next to Ryoka.

He had robes and was far, far less graceful than Ryoka Griffin. She touched down, one foot wrapped in some pale linen, coming to rest on the ground as lightly as a feather.

High Mage Telim landed like a frog in a squat and groaned.

My back! I do not know how you do that, Courier Griffin. Its clearly practice. And I get fairly disoriented in the sky. Welljust as well the spell keeps me upright. Someone tried to do a loop-de-loop and threw up. But since they were doing a circle, they hit themselves.

Clearly, Flynn had missed some banter. The young man hurried over as he heard a female voice, not accented as hed presumed, but American, replying.

Iyes. Lots of practice. Be very careful at high speeds. Thank you, [High Magus], was it?

Telim smiled.

High Magus Telim, at your service. Terras faction.

He even had the symbol on his robes. Eldavin had just decided on the designit looked from afar like a Venn diagram. And it would probably be reduced to that for the sake of secrecy. But if you looked closeryoud realize they werent two circles, but two worlds, overlapping.

A message for the future. Flynn thought it was subtle enough. But Ryoka noticed it. And she noticed him in a moment. Well, Flynn couldnt resist being cheeky about it.

Gday, Miss Courier. Are you Ryoka Griffin? The Wind Runner?

If there was ever a way to tell someone where you were fromshe looked at him. Flynn waited for a shout or exclamation, but she had met people like him before. How else could she contain herself, blink a few times, then take his hand and shake it firmly.

Thats me. But you can call me a yankee if you want.

He laughed, then blinked as he realized the hand that shook his was firmand missing two fingers. Ryoka noticed the gaze.

Sorry

No, sorry. Fuck. Im making a fool out of myself.

He felt instantly embarrassed by drawing attention to it, but the Wind Runner smiled.

Drawbacks of the work. And yourewith Archmage Eldavins Terras faction? I just landed. ErHigh Magus. Is he expecting?

She looked around and found the Archmages tent. Well, tent was a strong word.

It was more like the concept of a tent transmogrified into an actual building via light-magic. It glowed with solid light construction, even actual stonesmooth as glassthat Eldavin had raised. Unlike a lesser construct, Eldavin had informed Flynn that it would fold up and be able to be redeployed wherever he wanted.

This camp was still mobile since they were advancing into Ailendamus, but Eldavin was making something permanent. A powerful fortress unto itself.

Walls of light magic. Even guard-towers that [Mages] were practicing spells in, practically bunkers they could rain death down from.

Ohand Golems and soldiers. Not the Order of Seasons. The [Knights] had agreed to attack on their own front.

Animated Earth Golems and spectral, summoned warriors. Eldavin was a peerless [Summoner] along with everything else he wanted, and so he had conjured a small army of defensive constructs. Once those [Mages] learning his magic mastered their spells, Eldavin had said that Terras might send up to two thousand soldiers into battle without so much as meeting the enemy.

Sip Sages Tea and win wars.

That was one facet of this camp. It hurt Flynns head to take it all in. He had no idea how the Wind Runner wasnt freaking out.

Because he thought that, he clearly didnt know Ryoka Griffin. But her poker face was good, so she faced him and High Mage Telim as the man caught his breath.

Archmage Eldavin will see you shortly, Miss Ryoka. Just give me a secondhe doubtless knows youre here. And dont worry about, ah, covertacy. We all know youre from Earth.

She jumped as if someone had goosed her, and Flynn reassured her.

Everyone at Wistram knows. At least, everyone in Eldavins faction whos [High Mage] or higher. There were lots of usrecently. This is a whole story. Let me try again. Im Flynn, from Australia. Melbourne, most recently. And this is Pokey. Dont pet her; shes got needle fur.

Ryoka looked at the dog sniffing her, at Flynn, and blinked a few times. She saw two more Earthers hurrying over, the [Mages], all the magic in camp, and said

Very little. She just drank it in. Telim flew off, still trying to master the [Levitation] spell hed been taught. Ryoka Griffin watched him go. Faintly, she spoke.

Im a bit overwhelmed too, Flynn. Hi, Pokey, is it? That [High Mage] is using [Levitation]? Not [Flight], he said.

Yep. Thats Telim. A good sort.

Ryoka nodded and glanced at Flynn.

He seems that way. You know, [Personal Levitation] is considered a Tier 5 spell. Its also complex enoughespecially if you get it wrongthat virtually no [Mages] in the modern era use it. Only [Grand Mages] would be expected to know the spell. Archmage Valeterisa is the only [Mage] I have ever personally met capable of casting that.

Flynn blinked at her rather in-depth knowledge of magic.

I dunno about the specifics, but all thats changed with magic. Archmage Eldavins been revolutionizing spellcasting for everyone. Even Im thinking of picking it upbut I like the armor. Do youknow about that?

He nodded to the gleaming stand of armor that hed been working on, customizing elements to his liking. Ryoka gazed at the suit of plate armor, magically enhanced to let the wearers fly, cast lower-tier spells, and perform other magical feats. They had weaknesses; you could run out of casting power, and you werent invinciblebut it turned any volunteer into someone on-par with a Level 30 [Warrior], if not in powerful Skills, then in utility.

She nodded briefly and looked at Flynn.

The entire world saw it. I cannot believe my eyes. Ohhi.

Are you from Earth? Oh my god!

Someone ran forwards, and Ryoka Griffin was caught in a desperate hug. Flynn lost the chance to talk to her as more people came to introduce themselves. He wanted to catch her and insist they sit down and talk. Something about the way shed looked when he mentioned Melbourne

High Magus Telim came back for Ryoka, puffing and saying the Archmage would see her now. Not just him; the Summers Champion, Greysten, had spotted a Courier coming in and had requested a spotafter Eldavin.

I have to go. Im sorry. Its great to meet you allI want to chat. I really do. If possible, Ill definitely stay and talk.

Ryoka had to pry herself free of the others. She turned to Flynn, and he nodded reasonably as Pokey begged for scraps from Telim, the infinite bounty of food.

No problem. I understanda girls gotta fly, right?

For the first time, she actually blinked and grinned at that. Ryoka gave Flynn an honest smile, breaking out of the blank look as she saw all of the magic and Eldavins faction around her. Just for a second.

Absolutely. Melbourne was where you came from?

Yep. Have you ever been there?

Uhsome airport in Australia. I was young. Tell meFlynn, right?

He nodded. Ryoka pointed at him.

Do you know a Daly Sullivan?

The mention of his best friends name struck Flynn speechless. Everyone else looked at Ryoka as he surged forwards.

Do you know Daly? Where is he? Have you met?

Ryoka shook her head and kept shaking it as Flynn realized he had to let her speak. She looked him in the eye.

All I know is that he got grabbed too. People noticed you were missing. He might be somewhere in this world. If

If hes not dead. Flynn stood there and felt a mix of hope and dread. Ryoka pointed at him.

Well talk once I get out of there.

Yeah. Definitely. Thank youthank you for telling me.

He watched her go. Ryoka trotted into the Archmages tent, and he wondered who the heck she was. She had gazed at this amazing display of magic without losing her mind. As if she had been stunnedbut not surprised.

Flynn had seen monsters, survived in Chandrar, and befriended Pokey in the time hed been here. Hed gone through some very rough patches and seen a lot of good and ill.

He wondered what shed seen if she didnt blink at this. Then Flynn thought of his friend. And wondered if Daly were still out there. If he wereFlynn would find him. After all, he had magical armor.

Ryoka Griffin had seen a brass Dragon, scales gleaming like a different kind of gold, in a cave too small to truly encompass him, surrounded by wonders.

Multiple times, mind you. There was no experience she could ever equate to her first meeting with a true immortal, even as he was.

She would never forget that. As she trotted through Archmage Eldavins camp, though, Ryoka realized something.

She had seen a majesty of old, a legend hidden away and napping.

This was like seeing it all in its fullness. Like a flower that had closed as it sleptin full bloom, Eldavins power was all around her.

The Wind Runner was shaking so bad she was surprised no one saw, especially Flynn. Was it right to tell?

Dont think about it. Do what you believe is right. She believed telling him about Daly was right. Maybe tell him about Cara?

No. She looked at the person in armor practicing flying over her head.

Gravity magic. Nothing as adept as using wind currents to fly. Grand Magusexcuse me, Archmage Eldavin did point you out as a lesson in proper flight. He is a superb flierthe Garuda cant match him, you know. We rely on telekinetic and gravitational magic. We fly like Drakes, in short.

Telim was showing her up the hill to Eldavinstent. It looked more like a magical fort, and Ryoka was sure the inside had dimensional magic.

The wind told her that; it was far larger on the inside than outside. She turned to Telim.

And Eldavin made that?

In his spare time. Hah! It took him a single day to design the armor, and we were prototyping it within that span. Not that he didnt have something to work off of. A young man from EarthAaron?

I know him. He made it?

He designed the concept. But I think its based on some concepts from your world?

Superheroes. Yes. Iron Man?

Telim chuckled, and Ryoka felt so incredibly odd speaking to someone who got any reference from Earth.

Wonderful movie.

Youveseen it?

Yes! We have multiple devices from your world. The Archmage has even speculated about using memory magic to let people share more stories. Safely, of course. But thats just the man, isnt it? What you can think ofhe can do. Its the Archmages of old, coming to the present. I must tell you, Im a fan. But I take it you know each other, so look at me blathering. Do excuse me.

Not at all.

Ryoka was surprised at how cool she was. Even inside. It was like someone had taken their hand off the Ryoka-panic valve. Or it had overloaded and she was justlooking at it all.

Magic unleashed. She compared this with the scope of magic she knew. It was not hard.

Lets takeCeria. Or no, Falene. A proper, Wistram-trained Gold-rank. Practically at the highest-level of [Mage] you could expect to find. A semi-renowned name.

Or Grimalkin, even. Capable of fighting a Frost Wyvern Lord. The Strongest Mage in Pallass.

Neither one could fly. Maybe Grimalkin could cast the spellbut Ryoka suspected he considered it a waste of mana when he could run and too slow.

But could he create Golems? No. And these were new. Neither one could permanently justcreate a building when they wanted to.

The thing that struck her the most was the armor. Flying armor that could let you shoot lightning bolts.

Eldavin made that. How hard is it for him to makeany of this?

Telim scratched at his beard.

Well, if he needed to, I imagine he could make a suit of armor like that within an hour. Less, but hed spend time adjusting it and experimenting. The man has more mana than I can blink athe must have been holding back in Wistram! The only limit on him is time. Why, hes promised to help Sala do a semi-permanent shapechanging spell into a Nagas body. Pardon me, shes a Selphid. She wont be able to reverse it until she masters magic, but it would be a huge incentive for all Selphids.

Sohes going to polymorph a Selphid into another species? A Naga?

The plump [Mage] was a nice man. Indeed, hed offered Ryoka a puff pastry, which shed declined. Hed even cast [Stonehand] to pet the Needlehound dog and fed it some jerky.

Yes, indeed. I know what you must be thinking. A Naga. Why not a Lamia or half-Elf? If I were to try it, maybe Id become a Minotaur. But thenah, no accounting for taste, eh?

His wink let Ryoka know that he knew how ridiculous and amazing all this was. Ryoka smiled back.

Permanent shape changing. Armies of summoned warriors. Flying people. And Eldavin had just mass-teleported them all from Wistram and annihilated an army himself.

Ohand hed just outfought eight Lucifen and taken one prisoner. Ryoka Griffin had wondered, in her spare time, as she begged him to deal with the Goblin Lord or Azkerash, lambasted him for staying put and not doing anything, what it would look like if a Dragon truly brought himself to care and intercede in the world once more.

This was her answer.

It was too much to believe, even seeing it up-close. Polymorphing? Ironically, if Eldavin had only done one of these things, shed be in full freakout-mode.

But she was here, and he was so closeTelim moved the flap aside, the only part of the tent that actually remained.

He should be just inside. He told me to send you right inno one else can even step into his tent. I understand there was some kind of incident, so hes rather touchy. But he wanted to see you. I hope well be able to talk later, Miss Ryoka. Perhaps you can teach me how to fly.

Yes, thank you.

Then she entered Eldavins tent.

If this were a clich, Eldavin would have been talking on a phone or something analogous when Ryoka entered his tent, and she would have been left waiting.

She was not. The Archmage of Memory sat at a wide table that looked rather expensive, perhaps a gift, writing on a scroll of pristine paper. He glanced up, saw her, and let the quill hang there, mid-word.

Ryoka. There you are.

The Wind Runner, predictably, froze. But the first thing that happened in that moment of shock, of seeing him, the tall, impossibly perfect half-Elf with mismatched eyes, so familiar, was that Eldavin stepped forwards and hugged her.

It was a tight, quick squeeze, then he stepped back and regarded her, hands resting on her shoulders, looking her up and down with keen insight.

And they knew.

Ryoka glanced at the scroll Eldavin was working on, around the room. It had all of the paraphernalia of a true [Mage], but he hadnt had time yet to let it devolve; there were multiple rooms adjoining this one. Dimensional magic indeed. What might have been a bedroom to the right and more workstations and so on to the left.

She didnt see Paxere. Eldavin just stepped back.

I confess, Ryoka, I am surprised to see you. Sit. Will you take food, drink?

That brief pause was so fast that neither one spoke on it, but Ryoka had seen his eyes change. She had seen it at once.

This was not Teriarch. And he knew that she knewsomething. But what?

There was a faint clamor outside his tent, of Telim arguing with [Mages] andDrassis voice? Eldavin glanced at Ryoka.

Lets resolve this first. They wont get in unless I will it. I swear, Ryoka, Teriarch is not in danger. Neither am I, unless I take a truly dangerous wound and die.

He was distracting, deflecting. Ryoka mumbled as Eldavin turned.

What do you mean? A simulacra

Can influence the host. The trauma of the death or injury matters, Ryoka. But Im a Dragon, not a giant, ten-thousand year-old Sages Grass plant. Why, I can imagine Cognita might have killed me badly enough if I really just stood there, but a mundane wound?

Eldavin grinned and brushed down his robes.

Not that I am likely to take it. But they would have had to hit me as hard as they hit Lesegoth!

Wheres that?

Ryokas head was low. Eldavin was chattering on, relieved, even energized.

Another fragment of memory. You know, I have all this useless information about Warmage Thresk? I must have added it to my memory here so I could tell you. A mysterious fellowAlbez was wiped out by some horrific beastial creature, and Thresk I think was eaten along with a nearby tribe before a Gnoll slew it. One of those old stories. But, ah, the other great [Mages] of Albez didnt all die. In fact, his closest companion, I think his lover, the [Temporal Mage]Udatron? He vanished in the last battle. [Time Mages] do that sort of thing. Useless. Where was I? Lesegoth?

How hard did they get hit? Why does this matter, Eldavin?

The problem was, Eldavin had true stories. Fascinating stories. All he had to do was turn and say

The City of Shields. The most defensive city of the Drakes ever built. Dragons like me failed to take it. You know Manus? Still around? It had nothing on the City of Shields.

But someone still destroyed it?

Eldavin scoffed at Ryokas raised brow.

Just listen. Every city can simply be overwhelmed by too many high-level foes. Yes, countless armies had besieged it for over three decades when the final blow came. After all that fighting, the highest-levelled individualsand immortal beingsdealt the final blow. They launched a volcano at it.

A what?

An entire volcano. Ash, lava

They threw a volcano at the City of Shields.

Eldavin chuckled. But there was a note of sadness in his tone, and he and Ryoka stopped and heard it. The Archmage of Memory grew somber.

No. No, that was not how Lesegoth fell. It survived. So then the greatest [Alchemist] of that time used a grand experiment with devastating effects. It turned every ordinary bit of metal into something that exploded when it reached contact with the air. Or maybe it was justunstable. Every scrap of metal in the City of Shields. Including the elements in the body.

Ryokas blood chilled at the notion. Now, Eldavin was caught in the memory.

Yet still the City of Shields stood, in wreckage, defiant. Still they held. Thenand only thenthe combined armies cast a Tier 9 spell. And Lesegoth fell.

They cast a Tier 9 spell? None of that was?

Ryokas head rose. Eldavin shuddered, shaking his head and turning away from the vivid memory he must have seen.

Yes. They offered the Drakes every chance to surrender and leave without retribution. They refused.

So someone would have to hit you as hard as that to kill you?

Ryokas voice was incredibly sarcastic, and Eldavin turned his head to glare at her. He searched around for the [Message] scroll he had been talking to Duke Rhisveri with. Was he? Hed have to get it out of Ryoka.

Im sure you know hyperbole, my dear. Its an analogy. I cant survive that kind of trauma, but Dragons survived fistfights with Giants. I will be careful not to give myself that kind of shock. Short of that? Tsing. I wont fear

Eldavin stopped talking abruptly. His eyes unfocused. He didnt see, as his eyes stared vacantly ahead, the brilliantly pink blade made out of light protruding from his neck.

Then the blade moved and severed the Archmage of Memorys head from his body.

There was so little blood. It was the cleanest cut imaginable.

She still felt it. Ryoka Griffin stood, arms shaking out of control as the body collapsed and blood began to run. His head lay there, lips still parted.

Im sorry. Please wake up.

She hadnt been able to cut him anywhere else. The Faeblade would have snapped like cheap glass on his enchanted robes.

Ryoka stared at her hands. She nearly dropped the Faebladebut then turned to retch. He had to wake up. She had to

No one had expected it. Not her, when she entered this place. Not Eldavin.

Not Emerrhain. The ___ of secrets, hovering in frustration at the edges of Terandrias shores and trying to see past the wary defenders, frowned. His mouth opened as he sensed it.

Did she justwhat did she just do?

Ryoka Griffin appeared in front of Paxere, looking violently ill. The Lucifen rose.

You can tell that Archmagewhats wrong?

She could hear nothing, but she saw Ryoka checking the magical barrier around Paxere. She swung her Faeblade, yet it broke into a million pieces of dissolving light.

Well, that did nothing. Whatwhat are you doing? Where did the Archmage go?

Paxeres voice was uncertain. She had just felt his magical signature vanish. But that couldnt mean what she thought it did? Then she saw Ryoka fumbling with the Faeblade. Ryoka motioned to Paxere.

Get back. The Lucifen backed up, and her eyes widened.

What is that?

The barrier broke as the Faeblade blasted the containment spell apart. The Archmage had made it wellyet Ryoka annihilated it. Paxere stuttered.

Thats not an artifacthow did?

We have to go. I just killed Eldavin.

Ryoka rasped. The Lucifen girl looked at her.

Huh? Youbut I thought he was your patron.

Ryoka didnt answer. She just grabbed Paxere, and the Lucifen felt her connection with the outside world returning. Instantly, someone realized it.

Paxere, report.

Is that you? Wheres that damned Archmage? He just stopped talking to me!

Two simultaneous commands, from Visophecin and Rhisveri respectively. Paxere stumbled after Ryoka, stopped, and murmured a reply.

Ryoka Griffin just killed him. ImIm staring at his headless corpse.

Visophecin went silent, but Rhisveris exclamation was deafening in Paxeres head. Ryoka was peeking outside. Paxere backed away from both the Wind Runner and the body.

We have to go. Can you get us back to Ailendamus? Tell Rhisveri to free Sammial. Or do it.

II can do that. I can open a gateway. The Lucifens way. Is that okay?

Paxere looked at Ryoka. The Wind Runner turned, half blind. Was she crying? She still held the Faeblade.

Yes. Do it.

Paxere had the gateway open and was looking around the tent. Both Rhisveri and Visophecin were demanding clarification, and the Wyrm was also telling her to grab anything she could. One look at Ryokas expression, and Paxere was disinclined to.

Should we just?

Paxere saw Ryoka hesitate. She swept around the room.

No. Just go!

Rhisveri wants me to erase any recordings. If we can

Fucking go! You can do it later!

Ryoka shouted at Paxere, and the Lucifen went pale. With fright? The Wind Runner controlled herself and then realized

Paxere wasnt staring at her. Slowly, Ryoka Griffins head turned.

For a second, a sleeping Dragon drew breath. His eyes fluttered and his heart beat. Just once. Then

Ryoka Griffin had made a terrible mistake. She had taken Eldavin at his word. He had trusted her in that moment enough with the truth. But she had made a single mistake, and it was this:

She had assumed a Dragon would create a simulacra that could die from something like being beheaded.

Ryoka?

A severed heads eyes moved. Unfocused. The blood began moving back into the body. The body jerked, flailed around, and then Eldavins torso rose. The head drifted back into place, but facing the wrong way. The blood pooling in the eyes had turned the whites red. Two unfocused pupils slowly drifted together.

And looked at her. Eldavins body swiveled around as Paxere froze, and Ryoka just stared in horror at him. She saw the line of blood slowly closing, and then Eldavin focused. On her.

His look of betrayal was complete.

What did they do to you? Why

He looked up, lifted an arm, and the Faeblade shattered on contact. Ryoka had hit the wrong button, and the blade broke on his robes.

Ryoka

The Archmage was stumbling, disoriented, and retreating. Ryoka whirled the blade at his head again as it reappeared. Eldavin, stumbling, blood on his robes, backed out of the tent as she lunged and missed his head.

That was the scene that played out on the scrying orb for Tyrion Veltras. The waiting Wistram television crew saw the Archmage of Memory fall down, hands raised, as the Wind Runner of Reizmelt stabbed down and missed his head. He shouted.

Ryoka

Then the Archmages camp and the Terras faction exploded into fighting. Flynn was in the enchanted lavatories when he heard the first spell coming down.

Someones throwing spells at the camp! Get to safety!

As he raced outside, Pokey barking, Flynn heard a mix of voices.

Its the Wind Runner! She tried to assassinate the Archmage!

Kill her!

No, capture her!

Ryoka? Flynn couldnt believe his ears, but then he saw a fiery meteor hit the barrier spells above his head and detonate. Regardless, he was getting into his armor.

Pokey! Hide!

He pointed her to the safest place he could think of, and the Needlehound dog ran. Flynn took minutes getting into the armor and into the sky.

When he did get up there, he thought hed made a mistake. Eldavins barriers were dueling with spells that punched through, some obliterating his summoned creatures or targeting the camp.

Yet the Archmage of Memory himself was up there. Andwas he fighting or fleeing the Wind Runner?

None of the spells were tracking her. If anything, they were shielding her from the [Mages]. One punched down, a black bolt, and Flynn twisted to avoid it. He saw someone falling, and his heart froze as he saw a hole in a breastplate.

I thought the armor was

Flynn dove for cover. But then he saw Ryoka fighting.

She was chasing Eldavin, the glowing sword in her hands swinging at his neck. He thought he heard her screaming and Eldavin shouting at her.

Net spells, capture spells flew around the two, but neither one was caught. They dodged and chased across the field past Telim, who flew like a rock. Ryoka curved around an armored figure, and the wind slammed one of them into the ground. She tried to behead Eldavin twice. Both times he twisted or blocked her with magic.

Ryoka!

Flynn heard the Archmage howling as the Wind Runner seemed to realize she would never kill him. The [Mages] of the Terras faction were regrouping, and the Order of Seasons had galloped into the camp. They couldnt fight the bombardments, but their combined auras were blocking spells.

She turned to flee, and Eldavin followed her. Flynn witnessed the last moments, as Ryoka turned, screaming something at him. Why did he slow? He was furious, face white, eyes wide. They shouted confusing things at each other.

What did they doto you?

That came from Eldavin, and Flynn understood something of that. The betrayed Archmage of Memory dove with wings of fire, shaking. He almost had Ryoka when she shouted, and then the air twisted around her.

Did he see a clawed hand grab her out of the sky? She vanished in a distortion, and Eldavin howled his fury.

Rhisveri!

But he had hesitated. Throughout the rest of it, Flynn wondered what it had meant. That one thing Ryoka had shouted at Eldavin.

Wake up.

There was more to this than just one Human girls relationship with a Dragon. It was about a warthe Dragon just happened to be a very big, pivotal part of the war. The Human had done everything she had thought was for the best, and it had backfired in her face in the most monumental way.

The fallout was just beginning. But of note was, perhaps, the Wyrms look of bafflement and almost-respect when Visophecin pulled Ryoka back into Ailendamus palace.

Did you do that for me?

She just began to laugh, hysterically, in his face. But the immortals certainly looked at her differently. Especially Paxere.

Sowhy? The immortals stood in curious judgment. They had to know. Ryoka looked at them, and gave them the same answer she would give Cara ifwhen she explained. To Magnolia. Of all of them, Magnolia might understand.

Why did you do it? I thought you liked him. Did someonedid Rhisveri make you?

Everyone turned to the Wyrm as Paxere spoke, still shaky from her rescue, but Ryoka shook her head. She turned to the gathered immortals looking at her.

Lucifen and Agelum, Fithea, Sophridel, Rhisveri, and more. They understood something of betrayal. She croaked as she tried to tell them why.

Eldavin was notthe person I came here to find. Hes just a fragment. Part of the person I know. The person I respected. A hero.

The only hero she knew. A true hero, who never spoke of what he had done, but who showed it in every weary line, every scar, and hid from a world he had fought too long for. Paxere glanced behind Ryoka uncertainly.

But then whyhe seemed like he was making the [Mages] stronger, but he did nothing to meritthat.

Azemith herself was uncertain.

Ryoka shook her head. She realizedshe had gone there knowing it would end this way. That was why she had looked up the Faeblades controls. She had known. But she had to explain.

He was. It wasnt for that. Not for the weapons or the magicit was because of what he did to you. Hes killed before. But all of that?

She looked around blindly. Terras, great magics of old. Her voice cracked.

Do you believe you can die of guilt? The longer hehed weep for what he did. When he came to his senses.

Now he never would. The immortals didnt understand. Perhaps save Rhisveri or a few who suspected something. Yet even the Archmage was now less threatening.

He can be slain. We will do it.

Fithea murmured. Fithea! Everyone else nodded. They were so contemptuous. They talked about Eldavin as if he had captured Paxere as a fluke, as if hed gotten lucky. Ryoka shouted at all of them present.

Dontdont look like that! You think this was an accident? You think Visophecin or the others could have beaten him? If they tried, they would die. Even Rhisveri.

She pointed a shaking finger at the Wyrm, who looked affronted. Yet Ryoka kept going, looking at each one in turn.

You have no idea what Eldavin could do. You think you do. You think youre the greatest beings to ever walk this world. But he could bring you all to ruin. He was preparing for war, and if any one person can end your dream of Ailendamus, it will be him. He would have woken you with fire and blood, and the more he tried, the longer he stood against you, the worse it would have been. I did not want to see him stride through the palace and leave only ash behind.

That silenced them. Because Ryoka had seen them, knew them, and she still claimed it. Rhisveris eyes flickered, but the Lucifen stood in silent judgment. Paxere sounded like Igolze, her voice distant and cold as she turned to Ryoka.

Yet you could have reasoned with him. Did you try to change his mind? Did you ask or did you execute him in cold blood?

Ryoka spat phlegm and bile and guilt onto the floor.

No. No, I didnt. I couldnt change his mind. He fears death more than anything else. So I betrayed him. I thoughtI hoped it would save his soul. He should never have gone to Wistram. He was right. There is one last great war that I could have ever asked of him. I hope hell forgive me. I hope somedayhell tell me I did the right thing. Perhaps he never will.

She had known Teriarch, the Dragonlord of Flame. Respected him, hated his inaction, but looked up to him. She did not know Eldavin, the Archmage of Memory. To Ryoka, one was just a shadow parroting the body of the other. Hurting him without even knowing why. Ryoka sat down.

Eldavin was different than Teriarch. The two were linked, but one was a stranger and the other hostage to the firsts life. Eldavin had done nothing wrong other than exist. Still, she looked up. When she met Rhisveris eyes, she spoke to him, and only him, and all of thembut to him.

In another time, in another world and another if, he would have been right here. Among you all. He would have protected you without a second thought and sacrificed everything to keep you alive. For hope. I couldnt let him destroy his own kind. If he ever wakes, that knowledge will never leave him.

A gasp ran around the room. Rhisveri just looked at her and sighed. He already knew, but Ryoka gazed at him and then the others.

Please. Kill him.

It was all about Rhisveri. But it wasnt about him. Ryoka had just made her attack on Eldavin a worldwide event, dramatic, and Tyrion Veltras had seen it.

So had Magnolia Reinhart. And she took the worst of the worst from what she saw. She could only speculate what it meant until she spoke to eitherbut she knew.

As for Tyrion? He kept watching as Drassi discussed the fallout with whomever she could findnot Eldavinand then the news cycle cut to a horrible, discordant view of

Ailendamus.

It should not have, but Eldavin had ordered them to stop broadcasting now. AndwellAilendamus had paid for the time slot. Promises had to be kept. So the audience, who had just witnessed a rather upsetting battle, were treated to the magnificent vistas of Ailendamus.

The Kingdom of Glass and Glorys capital seems far away from the front. But here I am in a rare tour of the palace. I believe thats a real Pegasus in the background being groomed; Ailendamus does not lack for magical animals of any kind, as well see, and they incorporate culture and knowledge from around the world

A [Presenter] was reading from a script, blissfully ignorant of the drama in the world. At the very least, the tour of Ailendamus was tone-deaf, but it had layers of horribility.

Like, for instance, the possibility of capturing an Agelum or Lucifen on screen. Or Gilaw doing something. Or Ryoka Griffin just walking out of a hallway talking to Rhisveri, or

The sheer possibilities were endless. However, interestingly, the camera did not capture Ryoka Griffin and a Wyrm. Mainly because the recording crew were not allowed anywhere near the royal wing.

They did just happen to run across a [Princess] and young [Lord] racing about in a real display of youth, athleticism, and friendliness between cultures. Oesca had been briefed and stopped to give a charming smile and bow to the camerabut Sammial had not.

Wheres Ryoka? Shes always running off! Who are you?

He was kicking around, furious at being left aloneand the Singer of Terandria hadnt even been entertaining! The camera focused on him as he was shown to the Five Families, and his father, to be welland, well, Sammial.

Wistram? Im on the news?

When the [Lord] heard this he was agog. He peered at the camera.

Eh. This is boring. Its just a scrying orb.

He lost interest at once, shoved a finger up his nose, and the [Mages] were treated to a real close up of

Erdid you say Ryoka Griffin, young man?

One of the Wistram [Mages] wanted to be a reporter for the Terandrian broadcast of Wistram News Network, and he could read [Message] spells.

The aspiring [Reporter] saw Sammial glance up, and everyone traded glances as Sammial wiped his hand on his coat.

Yep. She has a room here. Want to see? I wonder if shes back. Maybe she is. Sometimes there are all kinds of weird people in there. Naked people, Viscountsshes never boring. Oesca, lets go check!

Theimplications of what he was saying aside, the [Lord] ran, and Oesca ran too, hiking up her dress and trying to run in heels.

Another proof that trousers were the more efficient mode of transportation! She quite liked Sammial, and even if her mother hadnt asked for the moment, she would have followed the [Lord] around.

Ryoka was interesting? Sammial was interesting! He was unrestrained, and to Oesca, that was great.

Sammial yanked the doors open to Ryokas rooman unwise movehaving the magical passkey, but found neither [Knights] nor anyone else inside.

The Wistram team was just running down the hallwaywhich was right next to the royal section where Rhisveri wasclutching at their sides. They were not in great shape, and the flustered [Presenter] had lost the footrace to Oesca and Sammial, who ran like children. Eternally quick until they dropped.

Fecking idiot! That cunt isnt here!

Sammial happily bellowed, using some of Caras adjectives about Ryoka Griffin. The TV crew were debating whether they should stay on this topic or go back to the tour and the [Presenter] was dragging them back to a safe place when Sammials voice drifted out of the room.

Oh hey. Shes gotten a present. I wonder what this is?

A brief pause, and then Oescas voice was suddenly high-pitched, terrified.

Sammial! My rings! Dont t

Thenon live televisionthe entire screen flashed. Sound was lost. When, after ten heart-pounding moments, the vision was restored, someone was screaming.

Two bodies were lying thereWistrams crew. A dizzy face of a Human came into focus, and the [Reporter], looking dazed, reached for the scrying orb.

What happened. Whatwas that a spell?

His voice was the only audible thing. Someone began blowing a horn next, and then there was shouting.

Attack! Magical

A roaring voice came out of nowhere, and then there were [Knights], rushing around. Servants screaming and panic.

But through it all, the [Reporter] pressed forwards, one thought in his mind. And indeedeveryones mind.

The two children. What had?

The blast had taken out most of Ryokas room and part of the palace. It left only open air, and the dust and debris was such that nothing was visible at first. [Bodyguards] rushed around, but it was the [Reporter] who followed a [Nursemaid] who leapt into the dust and began digging, heedless of the dust and cuts on her hands from the shards.

Shes here! Shes right

The [Knights] joined her and furiously began digging. As the shaky camera watched, a figure appeared out of the dust. No

Two?

Lord Sammial Veltras and Princess Oesca of Ailendamus lay there, unconscious, Oesca bleeding from her nose.

But unharmed. The [Princess] had clasped her arms around Sammial Veltras, and her tiara was cracked down the stem. The protective magics had shielded them both.

They were alive. More than that was unclear, as a [Knight] noticed the scrying orb, grabbed for itand everything went dark. Queen Oienas first royal broadcast of Ailendamus and Sammial Veltras clear and unequivocal wellbeing turned off as Tyrion Veltras watched.

The wine cup rolled around on the floor as the [Lord] of House Veltras inhaled once. A shuddering breath of someone who realized his son was still alive. His heart was still intact. Then the quiet [Lord]s head rose, and a sword rasped in its sheath as he drew it. There was no foe in front of him, nothing but the shocked exhalations, the gasps and choked sounds of his family.

But Tyrion Veltras swore that the blade that he held under the grip that ground his bones against flesh and metal would not be sheathed until he was holding his son.

As for Queen Oiena? She took one look at her daughter, dazed but alive, bleeding in her home, and made a simpler oath:

For this, someone would die.

Authors Notes: Day 4. So. Where it went wrong was Day 3.

Not the story. The storyI will let you discuss on Reddit, here, Discord, and wherever. Its not over, but were getting there. I wonder how youll feel at the end of Volume 8? But we are moving fast for it.

But back to my writing of these 7 days. The flaw was Day 3I wanted to have the Eldavin section in there.

Which I failed, and this entire chapter resolves that. True, I did make it a full chapter, but its messing with my timelines.

Nothing for it, though. I have to do what I can, and I was not about to write another chapter as long as this one. This is live-writing, web serial writing, and it changed based on factors besides the actual writing itself, if that makes sense. If I get sick, I write when Im sick.

Or I dunno, die, but thats an outside chance. Hopefully Im a simulacra and when I get to my real body I find out Ive been taking it easy this entire time.

Im not sick. This is an analogy. Hope youhm. Im not sure enjoy is always the right word. Hope you find it worth reading, and Ill see you tomorrow!

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