Chapter 14, They Met Again

Chapter 14, They Met Again

Rise and shine, drop-out! Craig shouted the second the Dragonstone door to Kreigs cell slid open. As always, Kreig was sitting by his desk, at this point trying out ink and brush to draw with. Huh? Youre not in bed? Kreig put down his brush. Hrm. Ill take your silence as a firm maybe! Really, though. Its, like, six in the morning! All the other prisoners would have a riot being awakened at this hour, you get me?

As always, Kreig did not oblige Craig with an answer, only standing up to face him.

Craig, in turn, fetched the iron collar Kreig always had to wear, alongside the mitten-cuffs that Kreig hadnt worn in two weeks. -Yeah! Surprise surprise! Since nobody else has told you anything, Ill go ahead and say right away that were not headed to the usual meeting place. They werent? Nope! Were going to the Upper Level, where they keep all the otherworlders below level 100! Now that was unusual.

Kreig was above the highest level visible. All things considered, there was neither rhyme nor reason to why he should be allowed in the same room as what he personally considered to be regular people.

Yeah, a bit odd, right? Well consider it a final test! If you can keep not harming anyone and not doing anything wrong, theyll consider letting you into more regular situations. Like the outside. Or, for example A competitive grin flashed across Craigs lips. -Your family. Kreig froze where he stood, his hands half-inside the mitten cuffs. I thought thatd get a reaction outta you. Now get those things on and well get going! Youve gotta hit the showers, after all!

Another unexpected detail. Though, it did make sense, since he really hadnt showered in two weeks or so, which was the third time they let him shower.

How long had he been there? He knew it was no more than two months. Hed gotten real good at counting the days back beneath the Empire. Now that he compared the two lifestyles He really couldnt say that this was any bad. He saw people every day, was allowed to draw and paint as he pleased It wasnt bad.

Though, now that they were climbing higher than hed gone in over a month, he did feel somewhat nervous.

Oh, also, we havent informed them of who you are or anything. All those guys above will know is that youre a new prisoner. Try and get along with them, yeah? Craig told him as they walked. A bit odd, but Kreig would rather that be the case than what happened on the Lower Level. If they got to know him before they learnt who he was He might be able to get along with them. Somehow.

The shower Kreig took was quick and shallow, the kind you take before a strenuous exam when you know you have to shower but cant bother to remain too long.

And then, it was time. The clock had hit 7 in the morning according to Craig. Apparently, early mornings did nothing to dampen his spirits.

And there they were. In front of the back-exit to the cafeteria, the one used by guards and other people coming from the lower depths into the main area. There were several hundred Upper-Level prisoners, most of them consisting of the soldiers of some country, all the leaders and sorcerers of their platoons having been forced to end up in the Lower Level due to their higher level. The source of this content nov(el)bi((n))

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Ergo, Kreig here can stay, the soldier looked Kreig up and down, say, is there a reason youre wearing an orange jumpsuit and a collar? The names Unglaus, by the way. It was a good question, and Kreig wasnt sure how to answer it. In most cases when Kreig was uncertain in how to act, following the words of the scripture was usually the wisest decision, since it was written by wise men, and Kreig himself was not wise in the least. Therefore, honesty was a given.

-I was brought up from the Lower Level. No need to elaborate on that one, no siree.

...Is that so? Erm. I mean Did they perhaps misjudge your level? Really, we have no idea how to do it. All they need is a guy to look at you and for you to touch a strange card and they know how strong you are. Some of our guys have been hypothesizing that theyve all eaten a Messiahs Egg, but that makes no sense. Not only is it the most sinful deed of all, but there is no way that those fungi could possibly grow on this strange world. It only makes sense that their magic artefacts would fail one of these days, Unglaus said with such perfect rationality that even Kreig wondered if that wasnt what had happened.

At the provocation, one of the other members at the table spoke up, presenting a theory that since the Messiahs Egg was a shroom (most foul), it was likely to have invaded this world through spores. Another disagreed, figuring that little white imps had brought it here.

Yet another believed that the people could not, in fact, see their strength, but that the card alone did the trick. The Messiahs Egg person was just a scare-tactic.

In the end, nobody came to an agreement and breakfast was finished without much further ado. Gerald still seemed extremely apprehensive in regards to Kreigs mere presence, but in a certain way, that was to be expected. He had killed his entire platoon, after all. Maybe he should apologize? Wasnt it only right to apologize to someone youve wronged? Ah, then again, this might be a bit too much.

And even if he did decide to apologize, he would barely even know how to. Hed learnt long ago that the clearest way to apologize to someone was through actions and gifts, not words, although complimentary words always did well.

Then again He had no actual reason to apologize, either. And not because he killed them in self-defence, no, there was just no reason to try to befriend Gerald at all.

...No, there was one reason. A singular reason.

If he made friends, albeit temporary ones, he could prove to the authorities that he was stable enough to be given free rein outside. Perhaps even to meet his family. That settled it. If he could befriend a man who absolutely hated him, that must prove that he was well enough in the head.

That left him with the pure physicalities of befriending Gerald.