Terror Thirty-Three - Acacia

Terror Thirty-Three - Acacia

Terror Thirty-Three - Acacia

I adjust one of my butterbutts so its more in line with the others. Felix and I have cleared out some of the leaves and the topmost layer of dirt on a patch of the forest. I have room to work with now.

All of my little friends are laid out in more or less neat rows. Its hard to get them to line up, especially since theyre not all identical to begin with. I have about two dozen butterbutts, three shinies--those are the smart little beetles that can transmit messages to Monsters.

Next to those are four echos. Theyre little cricket fellows who can zip around real fast and are good at repeating things and noises.

Of course theres my squirter, in case we run into any locks. Thats a good precaution, I figure.

And finally, of course, there are about three dozen hummy boys. Hummy boys arent the stealthiest of my combat friends. Theyre long, with dragonfly-like wings near their middle they can fold back to make themselves smaller. They have big mandibles that can inject a really painful venom, and their long tails have two little blades on the end they can swipe across someone when they fly past them.

Theyre very dangerous, at least against anything with skin.

Thats about all the little friends I have that I think I can bring with me. Its not that many, but I need to be able to hide them on my person, which is pretty important. That, and Im tired, and the day is moving on. The token in my pocket feels like its burning away at me.

I think we should head back now, I say as I get up. Do you mind carrying some of my little friends with you?

I... dont, I guess, Felix says. You mean in my arms, right?

I look at her.

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Felix isnt super happy when I explain that no, I meant just about everywhere but her arms. They wont crawl all over you. Youll probably even forget theyre on you.

I dont know, Felix says.

Just a few of them, I reply. If they make you nervous, we can have you carry just the non-lethal ones.

Lethal?

That means those can kill you.

Then theres the much more subdued temple to the Three Goddesses. Technically, I suppose its three separate temples, but the buildings are super close together and they all have a similar look to them. There isnt even a fence between each of them, so people can easily cross over from one to the next.

The road opens up onto a wide square, with some statues in its centre and a few planters with flowering trees. Stalls selling sweet fruits and honey-dipped nuts line the sides and even Felixs over abundance of joy gets lost in the hustle and bustle of the place.

The temple of Acacia is a large facility. Its wide and walled, with a proper building at the rear, but the entire front-most section is made up of a large platform with columns on it, each as wide around as my arm span, and tall enough that I need to stretch my neck way back to see where they reach the ceiling.

Theyre painted in soft greens, the columns decorated with carvings of birds and deer, and people in a state of undress that has my cheeks warming.

Its all very pretty though. The temple has a small yard around it, with large bushes and patches of flowers, and, of course, a few big trees. As I walk in, still holding onto Felix, I can almost feel the serenity enveloping the area.

Its a place of healing and also a place where people pass away. Not painful, but still.

This area feels strange, Felix whispers. Shes smiling, but theres a curious edge to it. Her joy is still in the air, but its wrapped around us, snug instead of reaching out and touching everything.

This is a temple of healing, a sombre place, where grief allows for rebirth, an older gentleman says as he steps closer. Hes a broad-shouldered man, with big muscles his robes do little to hide. Id think him a warrior or something if he werent unarmed, barefooted, and looked so... not quite sad, but close. Weary, maybe. Welcome to the temple of Acacia, young ones. How may we assist you?

Are you a priest? I ask.

He nods. I am.

Oh, I say. Acacia is famous for her priestesses, so Id kind of expected that there should only be women here. I think some of that shows on my face because the big man nods to me.

Acacia doesnt discriminate. It is merely that more women tend to resonate with her teachings than men. Nonetheless, Im certain I can help.

Thats good enough for me, I guess. My friend, Felix, shes blind. We, ah, wanted to see if you could help.

To lose your sight, and so young, he murmurs. Come, we will observe, we will pray, and, goddess willing, perhaps we can remove one small blight of sadness from this world.

With that, the priest turns and shuffles deeper into the temple.

Of course, we follow.

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