Chapter 102: Resurgence

Hayden wiped the sweat of her brows with a well-used cloth slung around her neck, before putting on thick gloves and grabbing a pair of metal tongs, pulling out a searing hot long bar of steel.

She quickly hefted it over to an empty anvil, placing it down and picking up a nearby hammer, whacking away at the bar as she attempted to shape the steel into what looked like a sword, tapering both sides evenly.

The consistent hammer sounds were suddenly interspersed with a loud yell and a thud. “Huh?” Hayden glanced outside the window to the treeline, noticing two humans collapsed onto of one another. What the?

Placing everything on a bench, she rushed out of the smithy, sprinting over to them. “Hey? What’s wrong! What happened?” As she neared, she noticed one of them had a gaping gash on his back, as though a warrior mineral ant had sliced it out.

“Drake! Get over here quickly!” Hayden yelled back towards the houses, prompting a few onlookers while a half-naked man rushed out of his home. “Wait, why the fuck are you naked?!”

“What? You told me to come!”

“Yes, but come, you know, properly!”

“By the looks of it, if you want them to live, I won’t have time for clothes. We have to haul them to my place, quickly!”

The two strangers were placed on makeshift fabric stretchers before being put down on the floor of Drake’s house. Drake leaned over, examining the two strangers. The first one looked fairly unremarkable, though he seemed a bit familiar. Have I seen him in a light thrower theatre before? He inspected him, checking his pulse and his body for any marks or signs of infection. “Seems just to be a concussion.”

As he turned to check on the other stranger, there were already a few members of the village who couldn’t help staring at his face.

“I know I’ve renounced Yual, but by Yual, his features are impeccable. Is he a noble or something?”

“No, he can’t be; he’s covered in blood with a tinge of piss. No noble would willingly stoop so low.”

“Maybe they are adventurers or something. Didn’t the wound look exactly like a warrior mineral ant’s? Do you think they tried to clear the hive nearby?”

“I doubt it – no one cares enough about us to do anything. The Versian military has not even replied in the last two years.”

“Or... they were sent by them!”

“Then they are pretty useless soldiers!”

“Would all of you stop your useless gossiping and let me work in peace?” Drake sighed, checking the pulse of the second stranger, who he honestly admitted looked far better than anyone he had seen before.

“Alright, back off, the show’s over!” Hayden shooed the onlookers away, giving Drake a thumbs up as she returned to the smithy.

Drake nodded, focusing on the task at hand and lifted the stranger’s body, tilting him over to examine the gash. He noticed traces of poison that was present in the blood that seeped out of the scabbed gash, which still had chunks of exposed meat.

Drake rummaged through his cabinet of herbs, coming across a few dried preserved leaves. The healing is being stunted by the poison, it seems – perhaps this medicinal herb will help.

As Drake placed a few leaves on the exposed parts of the wound, the second stranger yelped in pain as he shot right awake. “Where-where’s Feldon? Who are you? Where is my weapon? The ants are coming!”

“Relax, calm down! You’re safe here!” Drake tried to persuade the second stranger and restrained the body from moving too much in fear that the stranger might aggravate his own wound. However, the second stranger was surprisingly strong despite the injuries, nearly throwing Drake off.

“Fine, have a whiff of this!” Drake reached out to a nearby table and tossed a handful of bluish powder right at the second stranger’s face, knocking him out in an instant, snoring peacefully as though nothing had ever happened.

Drake rubbed his sore arms gingerly, aching from the amount of strength he had to use to hold the second stranger down in place.

The door to Drake’s house swung open, with Hayden barging in. “I heard someone yelling, is everything okay?”

“I am the leader. My name is Drake. May I know yours?”

“We have received reports that you are harbouring dangerous individuals that are active revolutionaries against the government.”

“I don’t see why this backwater village would have anything to do with trying to overthrow the government.”

“Don’t play games with me. The eyewitness report stated that there were two strangers who entered the village earlier in the morning. However, we have confirmed with the Adventurer’s Guild and Explorer Guild that none of their registered members have entered the forest.”

“Do we count as the unregistered members as well?”

“The penalty for harbouring them is death. You are to show me where they are immediately!”

“I don’t have them.”

The stoic reply from Drake earned him a blow to the back of his head, sending him sprawling onto the floor in a slight daze. The villagers gasped while a few children began to cry. “You! The one who made the report.” The sergeant pointed to a lady who was cowering with the rest. “Where is the leader’s house?”

“The third one on the right with the sign of a leave on its archway, you can’t miss it.” The lady replied hurriedly, earning stares of hatred and astonishment from the surrounding villagers. Before they could attempt to grab and attack him in a fit of rage, the soldiers pulled the lady out of the group before beating back anyone who tried to get past them.

The soldiers fired shots into the air, frightening them into submission again and tempering their anger. “Two of you, with me. The rest of you, make sure none of them are harmed. We need them in perfect condition.”

Drake was hauled up and restrained with handcuffs as he was dragged along towards his house. His head lolled about, but from the corner of his eye, he could see Hayden crouching behind a house’s wall, hidden from sight, while readying a machine gun. Drake’s eyes widened, mouthing ‘NO’ to Hayden and shaking his head violently.

“Stop struggling. It’ll be over once we find the two strangers.” The door to Drake’s house was kicked down on its hinges, the wood splintering off into chunks that clattered onto the empty floor. There were no signs of the strangers nor any space for them to hide, only the brightly burning fireplace sending flickers of light across the wooden lodge and tables. “Search the whole house! Check under the bed and the cabinets!”

The soldiers began to ransack the house, overturning the area while the sergeant squinted his eyes, trying to spot every nook and cranny. After a minute of searching on the floor for any trap doors, the sergeant was fuming.

Drake, too, was at a loss, having seen the two strangers here right before the soldiers marched into the village. Where in the world have they gone?

“Bring the damn lady here who made the report!”

“Yes, sir!”

The lady was dragged in front of the sergeant. “Supplying false information to the military is punishable by slave labour and ten years in prison. Where. Are. The. Revolutionaries?!”

“I swear, I swear on my life I just saw them here ten minutes ago before you moved in. Drake himself was still treating them!”

“Soldiers, spread out and turn over the whole village!”

“Don’t bother; I’m here.” A human figure landed from the chimney into the fireplace, blasting out the hot embers that sprayed onto the soldiers, causing scalding and screams while the sergeant quickly pulled out an arctech pistol from his leather holster, aiming it at the fireplace and fired blindly. The single shot barely grazed the edge of the human figure.

The human figure dashed rapidly, his image becoming a blur before he slammed his palm into a soldier’s chin, causing his head to punch through the thick wooden log ceiling before grabbing the sergeant and hauling him out of the house.

The remaining soldier tried to fire at him but was far too late as he was kicked right in the guts with full force, his spine breaking as he crumpled to the floor, his mouth choking with vomit and blood.

The lady screamed as she scampered outside, leaving the groaning sergeant on the floor to fend for himself.

All he could see was a wooden mask with only two holes punctured through it, the brilliant eyes staring into his soul.

“The Ghost of Tenar has come for all who betray the people of Versia.”