606. Her Story and History

606. Her Story and History

Omen: 5, 18

Lord Biggu carried the group back to the main island. Umbra lay on her back casually, tossing branches into the air every so often, before shooting up bolts of lightning from her fingertips.

Every time the farmers heard the lightning bolts, they winced, recalling their fight from the previous day. Rick could feel that he was different, but he wasn’t sure if he was different because he had died, or if he felt different because he was over thinking about feeling different.

“You think too much,” Jurot said from beside the farmer.

“Sorry?”

“Do not apologise.”

“No, I mean... right.” Rick cleared his throat.

“You were alive, then you were dead, now you are alive,” Jurot said, as though life was really that simple.

“Right...”

The main island welcomed them in the evening, where the Goofs, Agi, and Drakon scrambled when they saw Umbra return, those out of sight going off to find weapons, while the leaders of each race came to meet them at the dock.

“Storm Lord! You have returned!” Shaka Ti called out, holding up her hands towards the sky.

The other two were not quite so eager, with Zambria swiftly taking his position as the Father of Drakons, in front of the others.

“Shaka Ti,” Umbra said, before reaching down to rub her head. “Did you miss me?”

“We all missed you.”

“I’m certain,” Umbra replied, dryly, glancing across the other faces. “You can all relax, since you’ll live another day.”

“Storm Lord, you killed many of our Goofs...” Shaka Ti frowned up towards Umbra.

“I did?” Umbra asked. “I’m sorry, Shaka Ti. I must have lost my mind during the time.”

Shaka Ti sighed, nodding her head slowly, though she continued to mourn her people within her heart.

“I will not lose my mind any longer, at least, not for a while,” Umbra said. “I will be leaving tomorrow morning with the rest of the outsiders. I will return to my original world.”

Gasps filled the city, with each member whispering emphatically to one another.

“So it’s true?” Zambria asked.

“It is.” Umbra reached up a hand onto his head, like that of a mother. ‘How many years have passed? How many times did I reincarnate?’ She sighed, before walking past them. “Come with me, I’ll explain things to you and leave you with my parting gifts.” ‘I’m sure father would do the same.’

“Damn, she’s so cool,” Adam whispered. “Jurot, you think I’ll ever be as cool as her?”

Jurot closed his eyes, allowing a thought to pass through his mind. “Cringe.”

“You really must leave?” Shaka Ti asked, pouting up at Umbra.

“I must,” Umbra said, embracing the tiny Shaka. Out of all the peoples in this world, even those long dead, none had endeared themselves to her like the Goofs. She brushed the Shaka’s hair. “Don’t worry, I’ve left contingencies in place in case they act up, but don’t say that Umbra, Mother of All Drakons, had left nothing behind to the three peoples she adored most.”

Lightning crackled between her fingers as she summoned items from a small demi dimension, a crack which could store items unaffected by time. She held up the blade forged out of a Dragon’s Heart, her own. She would spent the last days of her lives forging such great items, and this was her very first. She handed the gem blade to Zambria.

“Take this, my first weapon, since you are still my descendant,” Umbra said.

Zambria took it tentatively, thinking it was all a trick, before he gasped, feeling the great magic within it. It was definitely greater than any weapon they currently had in their possession, even Dragon’s Tooth, which was, as Adam would say, a Legendary Enhanced blade. This blade was similar in its might, but its additional effects were greater than Dragon’s Tooth.

“Then, for the Agi, who have done their duty as the warrior class of our alliance,” Umbra said, summoning out a pair of claws, each made from a separate Dragon’s Heart. “The Champion must possess one, and the other shall be given to any Agi that the alliance chooses, save the Champion.”

“Thank you, Umbra,” Champion said, bowing her head deeply as she accepted the weapons.

“And finally, to my Shaka Ti,” Umbra began, before summoning out two items. One, an armour made of her scales, and the other was a spear, made of a Dragon Heart. “Hold out your hand.”

Shaka Ti did so.

Umbra picked Shaka Ti’s finger, and allowed the drops of blood to spill against the armour and the spear, the spear being the item she had created last. Had she been given the time, she would have created another item for the Goofs, but she had come across the Iyrmen.

“Each of these weapons are tied to Goofs, and their true potential is tied to them. These items are handed down to the Shaka, and will only be used by the Goof Shakas of the future.” Umbra picked Shaka Ti up and held her close in her arms. She whispered, not quietly in the slightest, into her ear. “If any of them do anything to your Goofs, you may kill them as you please. This armour and the spear are my greatest treasures.”

“No,” Shaka Ti said, reaching up to hold her face. “You are the greatest treasure.”

Umbra kissed Shaka Ti’s forehead. “This is why I adore you Goofs the most.”

Shaka Ti’s eyes began to burn with tears, but she did not cry.

As night fell, Adam stared up at the darkening sky, seeing meteors fall down onto the world, two or three just that night. The sparkling colours of broken stars and moons covered the sky.

‘How the hell are we meant to leave this place?’

“Adam?” Jurot called.

“Yeah?”

“When we return, may I tell the story?”

“Of course,” Adam replied. “I’m no good at that sort of thing.”

“I would like to hold Lanarot as I tell the story.”

“...” Adam looked over to Jurot, who was staring at the sky, his eyes glued to the various stars. “I can’t believe you’d steal my own sister from me.”

“She is my sister too.”

Adam smiled, returning back to stare at the stars. “Yeah. She is.”

I wonder how they'll get out of here...