Interlude - Blood and Sand

Interlude - Blood and Sand

A long time ago

They were running, of course they were. Karya had burned an entire pass and the valley beyond it. Killed so many of them. He was struggling with his emotions. A part of him wanted to do it himself, to avenge his brothers death, but it was done. And now, they had the others coming after them. Those that survived, Verostions few remaining commanders. Erakael wanted to stay, to make a stand, but in the end he had agreed with Karya. They were done here the moment this war happened. There was no coming back from it, Bolas and Verostion were both dead, but too many others had died with them, too many for everyone to forgive and forget.

He saw now what she had meant when she tried to convince him to do something other than push for conflict. But Erakael he couldnt betray his brother, he couldnt turn his back on him. He remembered the time back on their old world, when he was small and his brother kept him safe for the years it had taken him to gain access to the Framework. Without Bolas, he wouldve died in the first month. It was guilt that pushed him too. He knew that the reason his brother became mad, the reason why he sought so much power was so that he would be able to protect Erakael.

And now he was gone, and Erakael had an entire people looking up at him for guidance.

They are getting closer, Karya said.

Erakael snapped out of his mind and turned, looking at the small council gathered around him. They were fleeing south, through the territories that they had claimed, taking everyone willing to go with them. They knew that the army coming at them now wanted blood.

We are too slow, Dark Shell said, the Champion form Skreen looked haggard, if something like that could be said for his kind. The pure black chitin surrounding him was covered in dirt and grime from the constant march, and Erakael saw that he was tired from the weeks on the run.

We have non-combatants, they dont, Karya said.

And that was the main issue that they had. Many wouldve stayed and fought, despite the fact that they were outnumbered, and probably outpowered. The enemy had all the great weapons that Verostion hoarded, they had more high tiered people. If a fight happened, Erakael knew that they wouldnt be able to protect their people, the children and those who couldnt fight. Their enemy didnt have that disadvantage.

No, this was over the moment Bolas and others died. They lost nearly two thirds of their strongest in the attack, and while Karya had dealt them an incredible blow, there was just simply more of them. Even if not all of the First and the Second Iteration were coming after them, they still outnumbered them.

I know, the Rolling Tide Hive came to me, Dark Shell said slowly. They are willing to buy us time, send all of their Warrior and Champion Forms to slow them.

Erakael winced. That would mean their death. Skreen were many, but few of them had achieved great power. And the Skreen of the Third Iteration were not those of the others. Their world had not devolved into war among the hives like on the worlds of the First and the Second Iterations, they had not come to the Infinite Realm as one united and powerful hive, but many. They had worked together, had chosen who was going to go to the Infinite Realm, they they sacrificed too many on their world to make sure that every hive would have representation in the Infinite Realm. Erakael knew that they would march into death without a second of hesitation, but he couldnt ask that of them.

Erakael, Karya said, her eyes sad. I know that you dont want that to do that, but we dont have any choice.

And what after Karya? They will die to buy us time, but what after? They will keep coming, and they will catch up to us again, Erakael said.

She didnt answer, instead she looked away, gazing at the sky. I

They didnt have the strength to defeat them, Karya, for all her power couldnt do what she had done that day, not for months yet, and even then It was a special circumstance, the enemy would not be foolish to fall for it again. Erakael himself he could hold them on his own, but what did it matter? They would overwhelm him eventually, and then there would be no one to protect the others.

I we just need to hit them hard enough that they decide it is no longer worth it to them to follow us, Karya said slowly.

I dont know if we can do that, Dark Shell said slowly. The three of them were the strongest left, they had others that were powerful, but

I might know a way, Karya said.

Erakael looked at her and saw something that he hadnt seen since all of this started, hope.

Karya

Karya stood in the garden surrounded by blood red flowers, she didnt speak, instead she waited and hoped for an answer.

Ender looked at his flowers as he answered. I was glad that you came back, but this? It doesnt concern me.

Maybe not now, but eventually they will expand and find you, then they will try to take this from you, Karya told him.

He shrugged. Then they will die.

I know that you could probably kill many, but eventually, they will overwhelm you, Karya warned him. She knew that he was strong, as strong as Bolas and Verostion were, stronger perhaps. He was just as mad as they were, obsessed. Though his madness was all around her, his art, his garden. It felt wrong to try and use him this way, but she had no choice.

He turned and glanced her way. You would have me sacrifice my work, my garden.

You can always start again somewhere else. The lives that will be lost if the enemy catches us will never grow again.

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After a few moments of silence, she spoke. We will help you, fight at your side, together we could

No, he said. If I agree, you cant fight with me.

It happened as he expected it to. War. They came, and they didnt stop. It didnt matter that they won some battles, that they killed their champions, in the end, there was always more of them.

Erakael sat in the meeting room while the others debated what to do, how to defeat them, how to push them back. He knew that it was futile.

We got word that Zenker fought against two armies, Karya said. Perhaps we can approach some of them again, find some way to stop the war.

He could hear the pain in her voice, the loss of her son had almost defeated her.

They dont care, their internal conflicts are nothing, they hate us more, Dark Shell said.

It was true, Verostion was their leader, but he died with many others. People whose family or friends remained, and as long as they lived this would never be over. They couldnt forgive, the same as Erakael and his people couldnt forgive them. They were doomed to a cycle of war and death, until all who remembered were dead.

No, Erakael spoke finally, silencing the others. We wont do that. There is only one way forward now.

What? Karya asked.

We leave, the same as we did before. Only this time we go farther, as far away as we can. So far that they wont reach us for hundreds of years. So that we will have time to grow and get strong. So strong that we will be the ones that come for them, Erakael said. They kept coming, seeking revenge, well, he wanted revenge too. And he was tired of being at their mercy. For once, they would be the ones at his.

The scorching desert was somehow even more dangerous than the monsters. Not to all of them, some had powers that could help them keep the heat away, others could survive it. But others were hit harder than most, but none harder than the skreen. Their bodies didnt handle the heat, and many had died just from walking. Still, they walked, didnt complain, they died on the sands and Erakael felt every death. With every soul lost, his hatred grew. They pushed them to do this, to run for decades through hostile territories, losing thousands upon thousands of people in their quest to find a new home. Erakael had stopped listening to the daily reports, he couldnt handle to hear it anymore. There had been no days when they didnt lose someone in a long time.

But that had also made them stronger. They fought monsters greater than anything that they had seen near the core. They had conquered dungeons and gained powerful items. They all grew in power, eclipsing what they had once been. And that nurtured him and his rage. The knowledge that all of this hardship will only make them stronger, that this is what would give them the power to triumph against those who had pushed them out of the core, who had killed his brother.

Monster swarm! The call came from above, Dark Shell flying down with the other scouts.

Where? Erakael asked as Karya turned already sending orders for the soldiers to assemble

To the east, Dark Shell said. Several thousand of them, theyll be here in minutes.

Ill go to the front, Karya said, but Erakael stopped her.

Dont, call the soldiers back, he said.

She frowned, looking haggard and tired.

It reset this morning, Erakael said.

He saw her sigh with relief.

Erakael spread his wings and flew away from the convoy, not even looking back. He could barely handle looking at them. He found the monster swarm easily enough, a dark tide charging at them. He landed in front of them and focused. Seven years they had spent in the desert, looking for a place where they could make a home. They hoped that the desert would end, but it never ended. The desert shaped them, the trials that they survived here forged them. Their power changed to help them survive in it, all of them had become hardened, had changed. He let his perk out.

Glorious Army of the Dunes

A perk, an ideal, fit for a leader surviving in the desert. The army rose around him, soldiers made out of sand, monstrous titans of dirt and sandstone, burrowing worms made out of dirt and rock. A desert was not barren, it was not simple sand, it was harsh and hard, but there was life. The monsters came, and his army charged.

It was night when he returned to his people, they camped next to a small oasis, on a stone plateau surrounded by sand. It was not large enough to hold all of them, so many made tents on the dunes. He saw them, saw how accustomed to it they had become. They had been forced to adapt, to learn how to survive here.

He walked into his tent and saw Karya standing there, leaning over a table.

We are going to need to move quickly tomorrow, Karya said. The monster swarm is gone, but other smaller packs had been spotted to the west.

No, Erakael said firmly.

What?

No more, this, here, this is the place. This is where we start our home, enough running it is time for us to grow again.

Karya blinked. Erakael, we are in the middle of the desert, the scouts havent seen any territories that are anything else anywhere near here.

So what? We survived in the desert for years, it made us strong. We will survive, this place, he gestured with his hand. It will make us strong.

She didnt answer, but he didnt need her answer. He ruled them, it was his decision and no one else's.