Chapter 459: Not the First

Chapter 459: Not the First

Despite Kafkas protest, Dallion spent a large part of the day in the cloud city. The rhythm of the place fascinated him. The contrast with Jirohs family on the ground was astounding. It was as if someone had drained all the joy from the furies living on the ground and placed it here. People felt free, almost careless, cheer emanating from them like radio beacons. It was slightly different inside. As back on Earth, the service industry had a far less enjoyable time. Jiroh never hid that her job hadnt been the most enjoyable, although even that seemed better than being a farmer. It seemed that it wasnt so much the work, but the attitude everyone hada mutually agreed feeling that furies on the ground were outcasts from the rest of society.

Going through the shops, Dallion regretted not asking for some pocket change for their deal. Exotic and highly questionable food aside, the shops sold everything from clothes, to furniture, to cloud pets. Jiroh had made a point to warn Dallion to keep away from them, but for some reason, most of them seemed to like him a lot. If anything, he had trouble getting them away from him. On several occasions, embarrassed owners rushed to him, pouring apologies and forcefully dragging their clouds away. Onea mother of fiveeven offered to give Dallion a cub from her cloud litter. It was a tempting offer, but Jiroh made the firm decision to decline.

Come afternoon, the group was back on their way to Jirohs home. The sensation of joy and euphoria quickly vanished, replaced by realistic pessimism.

Dont trust them, Katka said.

They werent lying, Dallion said, just to oppose her. It was self-evident that the library alliance wasnt to be trusted. Even so, something in the mage made him want to take the opposite view just on principle. If this were the awakened world, this was definitely a flaw he was going to address in the next awakening trial.

You can avoid the truth without lying, the mage openly scoffed.

The librarys show of good faith came by evening. Two furies arrived with a series of books and what appeared to be local currency. In his mind, Dallion imagined them as people in suits and glasses, carrying a black suitcase. In reality, they were dressed in elegant casual wear made of light gray clouds, pulling a medium-sized cloud along through air currents.

There were no pleasantries, no long conversation or requests, just a mention that Olm had sent this with his compliments. Moments later, they were gone.

Jirohs family kept the moneywith her taking half out of principleand the rest was given to Katka. Dallion took one of the books, though mostly to learn how to read fury. He was also forced to give his left gauntlet to the mage so she could interact with the fury books. At that point, the reading began, continuing throughout the night. Despite all her faults, it had to be admitted that the mage excelled in what she was going. Unlike Dallion, who was reading one book at a time, she spread out a dozen around her, reading them simultaneously. The speed at which she was doing it was outright impressive, almost giving the impression she was combat splitting.

Complete trash, the mage said one hour before morning. Some gift of goodwill. They probably just sent this to keep our interest. Anything good in what youre reading?

Not sure, Dallion replied. He had gone through three quarters of the book. Despite the apparently small size of fury books, they packed in far more words than one would have thought possible. Im at the third age of creation. Things are a bit unclear.

Give that here, Katka said with the annoyance of a middle-school teacher.

Dallion didnt protest. He wasnt in the mood to read more, anyway. Right now, he had far more pressing concerns, namely the patches of orange on his fingers. For the moment, there didnt seem to be many, but they were definitely spreading.

Another creation myth. The mage sighed, moving the book to the side. This world has a lot of them.

More than usual?

A lot more than back home, and definitely more than the awakened world. All the books I read were creation myths. Up to now Ive read over a hundred accounts, dozens in the same book. The worst of it is that all of them are painfully similar.Nnêw n0vel chapters are published at novelhall.com

Fun. Dallion liked down on his back, staring at the ceiling.

That doesnt mean I didnt find anything useful, Katka added.

This caught Dallions attention, making him instantly sit up.

Its mostly guesswork, but I think that most of the ancient heroes were awakened. The descriptions are embellishments, of course, but a lot of the small details wouldnt make sense unless they were awakened.

Fully awakened? Dallion asked. So, Jiroh wasnt the first to go back.

Seems not. Makes one wonder how much of our own myths were actually real. There was a slight pause. Anyway, there seem to be a lot of them returning, often after a long absence, with new and unusual powers. So far, I havent seen any mention of them disappearing. My guess is that theyre keeping that part.

Jis not coming along? Dallion asked.

Shell be going to the Thundervein library to look through our book archive, one of the furies replied. Well be going somewhere else. Dont worry, youll have plenty to do there.

The higher the cloud rose into the sky, the faster it seemed to get. Within minutes, it was faster than Dallion felt comfortable.

Youre sitting on iron mesh, the fury said. No need to be tense.

Easy for you to say, Dallion thought.

The cloud kept on accelerating on a course towards the horizon. Clods flashed by, as did the land below. Mountains emerged in the distance, then slowly grew higher and higher. It didnt take long to figure out that was their destinationa resource deposit. The lack of nearby clouds suggested that the place was kept secret from the majority of furies.

Nearer and nearer the cloud kept going to the cliff, until suddenly it stopped without warning, changing shape in the process. A net of air currents prevented the passengers from flying out, keeping them in place, like giant air cushions. The experience wasnt pleasant, but it was over.

Once that was over, part of the cliff changed color, revealing a large opening for the cloud to gently glide in.

Welcome to Mount Seven, Olm said in greeting. Strangely enough, other than the pair of furies that had driven Dallion here, there didnt seem to be anyone else. Given that it was a secret mining facility, Dallion expected there to be at least several dozen people. I hope your trip was pleasant.

Youre mocking me. Dallion gritted his teeth and put on a fake smile.

It was fast, he said, stepping out.

A while later, so did Katka. Remembering the mages reaction to Dallions combat tactics back in the awakened world he could see she was handling it far worse than she was letting on.

I have already set up everything you might need, including a furnace, the thunder fury was quick to say. Ore isnt an issue, and"

Do you have clay? Dallion interrupted. Ill also need water and wooden tools.

Clay? the fury sounded confused. He knew what clay was, since the word existed in the Fury language. However, the request was unexpected.

And wax. That wont be a problem, right?

No. Olm nodded to the pair of furies, who expediently darted out of the mountain. Youll have your materials. Anything else?

Just take me to the forge.

Do you have any books here? Katka asked, her voice still slightly shaky.

We have something better. A theater that can create a perfect copy of any book in all of our libraries. Selections are being made as we speak. Theres just one minor detail, however.

For some reason, Dallion felt a chill down his spine. Old had deliberately separated them from Jiroh, so if it came down to a fight, he was almost certain to win.

As you explain the method to me, a cloud copy of you will be sent to a few other facilities. Needless to say that if they cannot achieve the same results following your process, we will consider our collaboration over. That wont be a problem, right? A sarcastic smile appeared on the thunder furys face.