Book Two Chapter Fifty Eight: Mummy’s Curse

Book Two Chapter Fifty Eight: Mummy’s Curse

Everybody stand back, Sewer Bard said heroically, pushing a (very capable of walking on her own) Qube behind him. Get to the other room and make sure to cover your ears!

But theres nothing underneath the bandages! Qube protested, as Definitely Bad Guy tried to hustle her into the chest room. How does that even work?

Were they some kind of bandage construct? Where, instead of stone or metal, theyd been made out of bandages? But they were hollow! Although, thinking about it, Qube realised she had no idea whether or not the constructs at Construct Crossroad were hollow. Presumably everyone was hollow to some degree, even if it was just little pockets of hollowness, otherwise where would their inner loot reside?

But no loot had fallen out of the bandage construct. Unless that had also been sucked up into the jar while she had been too transfixed on the whole lack of a person under the bandages situation to notice? Would she be able to fish the bandages out of the jar and talk to it? The remaining bandaged figures shuffling towards them were moaning, which indicated some ability to vocalise, albeit with less articulation than the other constructs shed encountered before.

Qube felt like her mind was lighting up, ideas and questions sparking in every direction.

If she cut off a piece of one of the bandages, would a new bandaged person grow from it? Could bandages heal? Why had they been sleeping in those upright coffins? Did bandages need to sleep? Was there a bandage version of the Constructor around? Would it be okay to experiment on or fight sentient bandages? Were they even sentient? Could bandages feel pain?

Oh no! What if the bandage creature had felt itself being violently torn apart by the sucking jar and was now in tremendous pain on the other side of wherever the jar teleported it to?

She had to see if she could get the bandage construct back out, and ravel it back together!

Squiggles, cover my ears for the spell please, Qube said, grabbing the now-lidded jar and sitting on the floor so the sharktopus could more easily block her hearing. She had to figure this out!

Im about to cast, Sewer Bard called out to the group.

Qube looked up as she felt her pets tentacles press against her ears, and saw, rather than heard, Sewer Bard cast his spell. Undistracted by the actual sound, she noticed for the first time that the mana he was using wasnt only his normal bright green. Instead it was shot through with a deep red, the same colour as Definitely Bad Guys eyes when he was examining things. The Bards fingers danced over the lute strings, and the mana throbbed in response.

Looking at it made Qube feel deeply uneasy. Something about the combination of red and green was a bit like looking at an infected wound. Not that Qube had ever seen an infected wound shed always [Lesser Heal]ed any injury before it had the chance to get infected but it was the first comparison that popped into her mind.The source of this content nov(el)bi((n))

Her fingers, working independently of her brain, popped the lid off the jar. Qubes attention was thus suddenly and quite rudely drawn back to the task at hand by the jar trying to suck her hands into it.

Wrestling control of the jam jar, Qube pulled her hand free, only to try and carefully insert it back into the jar. It was hard to stay steady against the force pulling at her, but she was determined that if she was going to be shoving her hand into something, it would be at her own pace!

But there was nothing at the bottom of the clear jar. Whatever spell or rune was inlaid within the glassware failed to teleport Qubes hand. Instead her fingers pressed against nothing more magical than smooth glass. Which, while impressive in the wow society sure has invented some amazing things sense, was not particularly impressive to someone trying to teleport their appendage.

Feeling around the bottom of the jar, Qube was still having to fight against the jars magical spell attempting to pull her arm off. Yanking herself free, Qube was forced to do something she hated: admit she had no idea how this thing worked. Carefully putting the jar back on the ground, she held the lid over it and waited. After a few seconds, the jar stopped trying to eat the world and went still. She popped the lid back on, but that slight movement didnt set it off again.

Was it some kind of safety feature? So if you dropped the jar, it wouldnt suck forever? Really, the Temples thought of everything!

Squiggless tentacle tips fell away from her ears, only to be replaced with all eight limbs as Squiggles hugged Qube.

I do try to get people to agree to being [Heal]ed, Qube, frustrated by her ignorance, broke into the strange double conversation. Granted, she hadnt actually gotten consent in the majority of her cases, but she still tried!

And if asking was an option, I would take it, Sewer Bard replied immediately. But that is not the case here.

I see your point, Sexy Screamy Spider Lady said to Sewer Bard. But I want to see how it affects someone we can talk to. Ask them why theyre so aggressive towards us.

There is something that could help the spell, Definitely Bad Guy cut in. He looked at Qube. If you would be willing to demonstrate your [Heal]ing on one of these creatures, it may assist us in fine tuning our own spell.

I dont know Qube started worriedly.

Please, kind Healer, Sewer Bard said, taking her hand. We would not ask it of you were it not of the utmost importance. We must free these poor creatures from whatever drives them to attack.

Qube looked at Squiggles, who blinked her little button eyes at her. Whether it had been fear, hunger, or some kind of compulsion that had led Squiggles to rush at her when theyd first encountered each other, the fact remained that if she hadnt [Heal]ed the monstrous beast attacking her, she never would have gained such a loyal and loving pet.

And if there was a chance that she could do more than just avoid killing similar creatures like the Chosen One suggested, if she could instead help free more like her

Well, then she had to do it. She was a Healer, after all.

Carefully extending a hand towards the closest bandage construct, she summoned her mana from the pool within.

[Lesser Heal], she said, and watched as her silvery magic infused itself into the creature. The potential construct reared back, stopping its humming and instead jittering in place. After a few seconds it seemed to regain its senses, and started moving its head back and forth in what was probably the bandage equivalent of looking around.

Turning to the group, Qube was startled to see Definitely Bad Guys eyes were bright red as he examined her.

Excellent, he said, in a satisfied voice. That should prove most useful. I can already see several aspects of the current spell which can be improved.

Qube gave him a tired smile. All of a sudden she felt exhausted. It wasnt that she had used up all her mana; it was more like all of her emotions from the past few days had suddenly demanded their price. She felt fatigue fogging her mind. When was the last time shed slept?

Did you want to take a few minutes to figure it out? she asked the Mage, struggling not to slur her words. There were no beds here for her to sleep on. But maybe she could do what the Chosen One had, and try sleeping against a wall.

Sitting on the ground for the second time in the last hour, she leaned against the wall, and closed her eyes. Thoughts, ideas, fears all swirled around inside of her, each clamouring for attention that she was too tired to give.

Had she done the right thing? Her [Heal] only worked because of the Evil Emperors curse. Was she somehow spreading some of his power? What was the difference between a blessing and a curse?

She sank, deeper and deeper into something that was not sleep, but offered her a chance to escape her own self.

In that meditative state, she dreamed.