Chapter 45: Your surprises are no longer surprising

Chapter 45: Your surprises are no longer surprising

Dantes gently placed a small candle down on the floor of the wide cavern. He took out a small burnstick, lit it, and gently placed it against the wick of the candle. It lit easily, and then he moved a few yards down and lit another one. He repeated this process until there were a half dozen candles lit in a long straight line.

He reached out his senses feeling all of the life in the wide cavern starting to stir from his activity. He focused his attention on the cave moths nearby, not willing them to do anything, but instead simply broadcasting the image of candlelight to them. He felt them respond shortly after, and soon enough there were dozens of moths fluttering around the candlelight, their soft grey forms getting closer and closer to the burning flames, a few of them coming to close and lighting themselves aflame.

The moths werent his goal. He couldnt really think of what he would do with a moths favor, aside from maybe using them to destroy shipments of cloth coming in from the ports after purchasing a large amount and then selling what he stored at a high premium. He paused for a moment. That was actually a fantastic idea, but not one that would be of much use to him in the Underprison. His current needs were very different from what he hoped his future ones would be. He filed the idea away for later, and focused on his actual target for the day. The bats hanging from the ceiling above.

Enjoy the buffet

He couldnt see in the contrast between the candlelight and the dark, but he could hear the soft wingbeats of the bats as they dropped from their upside-down perches and began to make their way toward the moths that had gathered to enjoy the light. It was mere seconds before he started to feel moths' lives start to be extinguished as the bats caught them in their talons and jaws. They didnt seem to mind though, just continuing their mindless drifting toward the light.

It had taken him some time to decide where to focus his attention in the last few weeks. Hed continued his exercise, transporting the fruit, the occasional round of dice with the changelings or the collared. Hed also continued to work on coordinating the rats and roaches simultaneously, but even that wasnt really enough to keep boredom from slipping through. So hed decided to see what he could do to gain another Mark. Hed considered spiders, snakes, and a few other critters, but found that it was too hard to locate large groups of them, and also the easiest ways to feed them and gain their favor would be to sacrifice his rats and roaches, which was counterproductive, so hed decided on bats. He was already starting to understand them better, catching the odd word here and there, even though he still couldnt directly speak to them.

He left the candles burning in the cavern, and made his way back to his own cave. He could feel his garden starting to ramp up its requests for blood again, but so far the droplets of his own had kept the cries from growing too loud. He began to flit through the viewpoint of a number of rats making sure that his path ahead was clear. Then he shifted to that of the roaches. It was harder to process what they were seeing and feeling for Dantes, but he could keep track of them from a much greater distance without issue and at far less of a cost.

There seemed to be some kind of commotion with the Collared, but he couldnt tell exactly what. He looked at his marks. The roachmark was full at both wings, with just the head still stubbornly black. The ratmark on the other hand was only a fingernails width from being completely filled. He flexed his hand and clenched it into a fist watching the nearly completely golden mark expand and contract on his skin. He was excited to see what would happen, he wasnt certain of what it would be, but he knew he wanted it.

He made it to his small territory in the underprison without trouble and broadcast a message to all the nearby rats that they could eat all of the fruit they wanted to, aside from the peach tree which was Jacopos. The amount of favor hed been receiving got smaller as the mark filled, but he hoped one last push would get him where he wanted to be.

Hmmm, you are ugly as a rat. Are you considered ugly by two-legs when you are one of them?

Dantes turned around to look at Jacopo. It was very unusual to see him at eye level. They were the same size, give or take a whisker or two.

Some do, certainly. His words came out as a series of squeaks, but at the same time were perfectly understandable to him. This doesnt surprise you?

Jacopo shrugged. You were already an honorary rat to me, and at this point your surprises are no longer surprising.

He looked down at his wrist, the rat and roach marks were both still there. He reached out with his senses and found that his abilities didnt seem diminished at all. The only real difference seemed to be that he had become a rat.

He took a long deep breath into his tiny lungs, and willed himself to change back. It worked, as he instinctively knew it would, and he grew back to his human self without nearly as much pain as the initial transformation had taken. He took another breath and willed himself to change into a rat again. This time it was less painful and much faster, but still incredibly unpleasant. He repeated the process a few more times anyway, switching from rat to human, and back until he could perform the transformation within seconds either way. He couldnt think of many immediate possibilities for the power, at least none that it wouldnt make more sense for him to just send a rat to do, but the ability to get out of and into places personally was very useful to him.

He looked back at his wrist. The ratmark's fangs were still filled with gold, which meant that the transformation didnt cost him any favor. He ran his finger along the raised skin of it.

Thank you, rat god.

He felt the mark burn for a moment, as if hed been acknowledged, then it faded. He started going back through his regular rotation of rats and roaches to see if anything had changed. When he reached the roach he had been monitoring the collared, he froze. He sensed blood.