Chapter 48

Chapter 48

I returned from the mindscape and found Raven curled up in my lap, sound asleep. Arent you supposed to be watching for bad guys? I asked, scratching her behind the ears.

She stretched and let out a yowl as if to say I have been, I just got tired. The sun was high in the sky, and the valley was as serene as I remember it being. Id been in the mindscape for several days, so for a long moment, I took stock of myself. A lot had changed, and I needed to make sure I was ready to deal with the world before I left this place.

I spent the remaining time in the valley going through different fighting stances and working to see if I noticed the presence of my new precognition ability. The sense was muted as compared to the mindscape, but through focusing, I began to feel it more.

As night fell, I decided I was ready. The darkness was my friend, I knew that now. Before, thered been a lingering sense of guilt at my ability to see in the dark. Certainly, that made no sense, but it had been there. Now it was gone and I was thankful.

Moving through the darkness, I made my way back down to the main valley and headed for home. It took all of the night, and I arrive just as the sun was beginning to rise. A note was nailed to my doorfrom Maxwell. Hed visited and was letting me know he was going to be online for a while. He said he was in town and that Father Mathis told him to have me report to the temple as soon as possible.

I had at least today before anyone noticed movement around my home. And Maxwell had dated the letter, also mentioning he had a small job that would take him a day or so. So, I spent the day at home, deciding Mathis could wait.

I set to work on expanding my cabin. My goal was to add more rooms and dig out a cellar. I didnt have a lot of need to store food, but it was something I wanted to do. It made the place feel more like a home. I was also pretty certain I had a hidden lair now. What better place to hide the entrance to such a place than in a cellar?

When night fell, Id made good progress in tunneling the cellar under the main section of my cabin. It was hard work, but it was made easy by my undead endurance. That night, I redid my illusion spell. Id been purposely wasteful in how the spell was cast before, but now I wanted to have some access to my mana, so I spent the night reworking the spell.

After that, I meditated for the rest the night, and in the early morning headed into town. Father Mathis met me at the docks, no doubt seeing me cross the lake.

Where have you been?

In the mountains, I said. I had a little soul-searching to do.

Father Mathis huffed in annoyance. Well, I hope it was worth it, I needed your help.

I gave him a smile that didnt quite reach my eyes. Oh, it was. What do you need my help with?

I need you to take Maxwell and hunt down an enclave of he spat on the ground in disgust fae folk. There have been rumors of them defiling the mountains with their fae magic. It has been detected and confirmed, and they are not to be allowed to prosper.

What was that? Mathis snapped.

Without stopping or turning around, I said, Nothing. Ill find you at the temple entrance so you can show us where to go.

Mathis did not reply. Maybe he realized there was only so far he could push before things spiraled out of his control. All he knew was that for now, I was still listening.

I missed Rhea. Shed been kind, though stern. I couldnt help but think that she wouldnt have a problem with an enclave of independent fae taking up residence in the mountains. Then again, maybe she would. Maybe all of Olattee was full of bigoted fools.

That thought got me rethinking many things. Up until then, Id been working to try and somehow redeem myself by serving Olattee. But if the darkness wasnt inherently bad, what then did I have to redeem myself for? My actions before my death, while atrocious, could be excused to a certain extent because I didnt know what I was doing was real. A weak argument, yes, but what could I do to fix it?

I was both remorseful and sorry. Though dwelling on that wouldnt help me. With my emotions returning, I was swimming in feelings that surprised me. Id expected to be crippled by greed and self-loathing, but instead I was almost embarrassed by the self-righteous cross I was trying to bear. I was almost behaving like a flagellant, whipping myself over and over because of my supposed sins.

I shouldve known better. Those fanatics from the fourteenth century were crazy, and it was exactly what Id been doing to myself. It took speaking with Father Mathis to truly acknowledge this, and I resolved myself to do better. To actually try, and not just think that I could fix what happened by beating myself up over it while I wallowed in inaction.

Lost in my thoughts, I barely noticed when I reached the tavern.

Zeke! Its good to see you, Maxwell said, standing to greet me, but then he paused, his tone changing. Are you okay?

Theres just a lot on my mind. I shook his outstretched hand. Father Mathis said youre ready to go on his mission.

Unfortunately, Maxwell said. Maybe you can get some of whats bugging you off your chest in the mountains.

That would be nice.

Maxwell was a friend that I did not deserve, and I was glad he was here. He would give me a sounding board to hopefully work through these thoughts.

From the tavern, we went to the temple and met Father Mathis. He showed us a map of the region that the magic of the enclave was detected in. Unlike the last couple of times, the best route for us to get there was to travel along some of the roads leading out of Omark, instead of heading back up the lake. We left the village promptly. Neither of us wanted to run the risk of interacting with Father Mathis any more than we had to.