Chapter 241: Dark Side of the Brain

Chapter 241: Dark Side of the Brain

Everyone went back down into the castle, leaving me alone on the battlements. Some were more reluctant than others, some were already planning their breakfast order. Jenny and Laney were the last ones left.

Do you wish me to stay and help you strategise? asked Laney, serious and ready to roll up her sleeves.

No. Fuck off.

She moved her mouth around her face but didnt threaten me with public execution, which I took as a sign of maturity. She spun around on her heels, stamped her foot like shed been dismissed from the parade ground, and walked off.

Jenny smiled unhappily. I suppose you want me to fuck off, too.

Yes, thanks for understanding.

She nodded and followed Laney. I took a look around the empty castle roof and then at the roofs in the city beneath me. Or should that be rooves?

It was the start of another day and possibly my last. Not my first time thinking that. We had a giant elf to take care of somehow, and even if I managed to survive that, there were the other parties aiming for global domination.

I took out the gem in my pocket and unwrapped it.

You must not allow the spire core to be drained, said Evand as soon as I revealed the white crystal.

Why not? I asked him. It will stop the elf, wont it?

We can return the elf to her proper place. I will help you.

What are you, Evand? There was no reply. You want me to help you? First tell me what I want to know.Follow current novels on novelb((in).(com)

And then you will help me?

I sat down with my back against the castle wall. Then well see. I know youre not an elf, so what are you?

I am a dwarf. We were the first people. We lived deep under the ground, relishing the dark. We mined for jewels of great power and built homes in the warm bosom of the earth.

All I heard was dwarves and digging mines. Stereotype much? Is it dwarves or dwarfs? I asked him. Might as well get that out of the way now.

It doesnt matter. Either will suffice. The important thing is to protect the spires.

No, the important thing is for you to answer my questions. Explain why you serve the elfs.

That isnt important. We dont have much time. You are in an ideal position. You can order them to do as you wish, dont waste

I took out the spike and placed the very sharp tip over the gem in my palm.

What are you doing? Evand sounded nervous.

This is supposed to drain the core. Im curious what it would do to you.

Please dont do that. No, stop. Stop!

The tip was hovering over the gems surface, a fraction of a millimetre away from touching it.

We were worms, crawling on our bellies, said Evand, his voice shaking. They were the stars in the sky. We chose to serve them. Willingly. We gave them our secrets and taught them our magic, and they created a world of peace and prosperity. Do not listen to these beasts and monsters. None of them would even exist were it not for the elfs.

If it was all going so swimmingly, why did they leave? And why force one to stay behind? I dangled the blade over the gem and let it swing like a pendulum.

They left because there was nothing left here to interest them. They wished to see what was out there.

So they were bored. I could relate. And the one they sealed up and left behind?

They will return. Soon. One had to remain and provide a bridge, a way back.

So, if she dies, they cant come back?

Die? They cant die. You can only delay the inevitable.

Unless the spires are destroyed, I said. Then they cant come back. Right?

There was a long pause. I was tempted to stick the spike in, whether he answered or not. Would it kill him? Would the gem turn to ash or blow up? Better to find out on a small scale first.

This world will die if you do that. I cant prove it to you, but its the truth. The elfs are the only choice if you wish for a true utopia.

I didnt wish for a true utopia. The only way you could get one of those is if you didnt let any people move in. If the elfs are so great, why did the trolls book it like that? They didnt seem to be big fans of a utopian future.

The gemstone sighed. It was Evand, obviously, but the gem shivered in my palm. Some value their freedom more than good sense. The trolls could never achieve greatness on their own, but they would rather fail of their own volition. It is small-mindedness and ego.

That did sound like the trolls.

Then, one of the scientists decided to get a few scans of regular folk to use as a comparison, and while he was at it, he did one on himself. No biggy.

Surprisingly, he found his own scan also showed a blank in the same areas as the killers and madmen. Psycho killer, quest-ce que cest?

He had the same condition as the worst humans on the planet. Only he had never killed or hurt anyone.

He went to his family, his wife and kids, and asked them if they found it odd he had this condition. They said, no. They recognised some of those traits in him. He had a tendency to be very dark and cold. Thanks, fam.

He went back and looked at the histories of the killers he had scanned. And he found something they all had, that he didnt. An abusive upbringing.

His childhood had been a good one. He was raised by a mother who brought him up to be a good man. She showed him love and affection, and even though he had this condition that allowed him, potentially, to ignore the needs and wants of others in favour of his own, he didnt pursue that line of thinking. He didnt need to.

The point is, its not how youre born that makes you good or bad, its how youre treated. You arent defined in the womb.

My childhood was no tragedy. I wasnt beaten or fiddled with. But I wasnt loved or surrounded with warmth, either. I think it had a negative effect.

Jennys eyes locked onto mine, wide with fear.

I think its working, I said. The spike handle was warming up.

Jenny began shaking. Then convulsing and retching. I kept the spike firmly in place. When I looked over, Biadet had somehow pinned Laneys head under her small boot, where she growled and struggled like a badger having an epileptic fit.

You always knew? I asked Biadet.

Yours, I wasnt sure about. Mine Ive known her since we were babies, and shes never been anywhere close to this rational. Laney spat and clawed at her.

Then why didnt you do this yourself?

Biadet looked surprised. You still dont understand your power, do you?

Annoying. No. Why dont you tell me?

Youre untouchable, Colin.

Jenny coughed like she was choking and spat out a gem, similar in size and colour as Evands. It landed on the ground. Jenny slid off the spike and fell, bleeding profusely.

Untouchable? What does that mean? Im invulnerable? Because I get hurt all the time. How am I untouchable.? Why did people keep giving me crappy powers? Why couldnt I fly or run at supersonic speed?

Jenny slapped at my leg weakly, trying to get my attention.

Hold on, I said. We still have to do the other one. I pointed the spike at Laney and she immediately coughed up her gem.

Look at the spike in your hand, said Biadet.

I did. It looked the same as before. I dont understand.

You will. She took her foot off Laneys head.

I will kill you, said Laney very calmly. Slowly and with great pleasure. She smiled like shed never been happier.

See, said Biadet. Back to normal. She hopped up onto the castle wall and jumped off.

I bent down and healed Jenny. Her face tightened and then screwed into a grimace. She wasnt in pain, she was pissed off.

If youre mad about me stabbing you, just remember the times you

You cheated on me.

What? When?

With my body when I wasnt in control.

She was mad because Id cheated on her with her? Harsh.

How is that my fault? I didnt know. I thought it was you.

I was watching. I saw you. Her face twisted in disgust.

I could see why that would be upsetting but still not my fault. Jenny grabbed the gem shed coughed up and held it in front of my face.

You and... him.

Untouchable? I felt a touch of something then. Him? What do you mean, him?

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