Book 8: Chapter 71

Book 8: Chapter 71

May 12th, 2017. A day that was almost overlooked for a year. It would later become a timestamp synonymous with conspiracy theories, governmental coverups, and a worldwide crisis. Its nickname would be simplythe Melbourne Incident.

The Melbourne Airports logs would showonce they had been leaked by whistleblowers and people panicking over what theyd seenthe inexplicable.

Eyewitnesses would come forward to testify what they hadnt seen. Which was their friends or people around them disappearing.

Young people. The logs on all the surveillance showed it too. One second they were therethen nothing.

No glitches. No blips on the footage. Even someone with a phone, recording the incident by chance, just saw a person move past a young Japanese man, Kenjiro Murata, for the briefest second.

Then he was gone.

This was not the first incident, but what had been put down to some human trafficking incident or runaways, kidnappings with no ransom note, or worse, a serial killer or cult, quickly refocused itself. In an airport, with undeniable mass-evidence of what was going on, public opinion quickly focused on the event.

It transpired just as fast that a number of media organizations had known of the incidents, but they had been forcibly prevented from breaking the story. Multiple nations had covered up the incidents and looked into them. They had found nothingor so they claimed.

But at this point, who would believe them? There had always been conspiracy theories. Thismade every crack theory look like logical musings as internet sleuths, panicked rumors or false informationeven faked videos and imagesspread along with a true and genuine abduction of the young.

It had so many elements to it. Young people, but not children, were abducted. In a specific age range. Yet it didnt matter how safe they were. They all vanished, from the rich to the poor, to those who were in the company of protectors to ones who went for a walk.

In their own homes. Going to the bathroom. Worse, there was no one to blame. Oh, pundits and politicians and everyone blamed everyone else, but there was no proof. None of them returned.

Ryoka Griffin was considering how that must have all been. Then Rae mentioned the pandemic.

The what?

Oh, just something akin to a worldwide disease like The Black Deathalbeit far less lethalsweeping the world. Made far worse because now people suspected this was Phase 2 of some kind of plot or invasion. The Illuminati capturing children for a new generation and wiping out the old world?

Aliens seeding the way for a landing? The Rapture?

Conspiracy theories are everywhere. It was insane. Even videos made for fundo you know the Mandela Catalogue?

No.

Oh. Right. Someone made that, but people were convinced it was real. No one trusts what any news organizations are saying because half of them knew. So people were sharing that. Forget about masks. Everyone I knew thought the government was putting something in them.

So you had a worldwide disease made worse by a refusal to comply with restrictions. Multiple nations all accusing each other of knowingsomething. Actual abductions of the young people.

What interested Ryoka was that Rae, the bassist and one of the latest people to come from Earth in the year of 2021had a better understanding of the economic impacts of all of this than most.

Greg, who was from 2019 and as annoying as Cara had pretended to be with her [Alter Ego] Skill, just talked about the vibe. Rae, however, had a father in the IRS and a mother who was a nurse. And she had gone to church.

The hospitals are flooded. People start dying because theyre full up. At the same time, some groups are making all the money.

Like?

Ryoka sat in the crowded wagon of Caras band. Every Earther was present, staring at her, but letting Rae catch Ryoka up to speed. Cara had introduced Ryoka to everyone, but the Singer of Terandria was the only one not present.

You can talk with them. Ill get to work.

Cara didnt need to hear all of what they had shared again, but there was a visceral relief on the faces of the other Earthers in sharing this. Theyd all hugged Ryokaor tried to, in Gregs case. They liked her before having met her, which was an unexpected feeling for Ryoka, and one she was disinclined to break by talking too much.

Because to them, she was like Cara. She was the Wind Runner, an Earther whod become a Courier. Shed made it.

Anyways, back to Earth. Rae grimaced.

Self-defense, arms manufacturingeveryone, I mean, everyone is buying something. Give every young person a gun, just in case. They nearly passed a law letting people from 12 and up carry firearms.

Oh heck, that is going to be a problem. However, if the gun lobby had new teeth, guess who else had more converts than they had since the actual Crusades?

Every religion in the world, even the weird ones, had gained in followers. Some had literally doubled their numbers, and they did not help with the many prophecies and laws that had been broken in the modern era that might spell divine judgment.

WorseRyoka was gnawing at her lip as Greg interjected.

People are saying they see things. No one believes that. Yet. Theres a famous CEO who says he saw the messiah himself beckoning him to the last war against the Devil. Everyone he was with swears they saw it too. But thats the weirdest part of it.

Fuck.

No one had thrown a single [Fireball] through the portal between worlds, and yet Earth was practically tearing itself apart. Wellpractically.

No one had started a world war yet. The Earthers chattered, and Ryoka, to distract herself, let them catch her up on less important news. Like all the movies that had come out, despite the calamities. New songs, even drama. She drank it in hungrily because it was home.

Would they ever go back, though? And if they did

Would she want to?

Cara OSullivan, if that were her real name, asked hard questions. In fact, that was pretty much the only type of question she asked.

Ryoka Griffin, it could be said, had very little chill. She got anxious, she worried, and she snapped.

Cara, in that case, had anti-chill. She thought about the world with a depth of cynicism Ryoka admired.

Howeverthey were two radically different people. On the same side! But they approached the issue of Ailendamus, where Ryoka was, and everything else from fundamentally different points of view.

For instance, the first thing Cara had asked Ryoka on their walk back was

After this, if you can be free, what will you do?

And Ryoka was paralysed because she didnt know. Go home to Izril? Well, assuming Erin woke upgo and find Mrsha. But if Mrsha were safe, she had to rally help against the six. Oror talk to Eldavin. Or return Sammial to Tyrion and

Then Cara jabbed her with an elbow and reclarified. Not that. If all were well in the world, what did Ryoka Griffin want to do? Go home? Find more Earthers? Justlive in peace?

If she could go home, would she?

Any one of these questions could have given Ryoka a full blown existential crisis where she jogged along the beach and thought about them for a day or two. Since there was no beach nearby, Ryoka just hyperventilated.

She didnt know. By contrast, Cara did.

Im creating Safety. Step two is to get everyone where they want to be. In their class. Step three? We go home or send a message back. Failing that? We need to find a nation, a cause, a group, and create something safe for us. Its nebulous as feck, but Im touring Terandria to find somewhere I believe in. The Kingdom of Keys might be goodif they let us in. Im genuinely considering Khelt, to be honest. Or the House of Minos. Paradises. Youve met Minotaurswhats your impression of them?

Physically fit.

To that, Cara had rolled her eyes. She had an Irish accent when it slipped, but she had training, so she often adopted a different accent depending on who she spoke to.

Wonderful insight.

She was prickly around Ryoka, but the other Earthers thought of her as trustworthy.

Shell bite your head off, but she got me out of jail. Everyone thought I was trying to cast a spell on them when I landed, and I was in there for two weeks. She rolled in and got me out.

Thien assured Ryoka that Cara was on the up and up. Abebi, from Nigeria, was also confident in Cara.

Safety is great. I hope you can visit. But no ones going there until were well clear of Ailendamus. Cara told us all to be careful. Whatwhat is the situation here with you?

Ryoka gave her a winning smile.

Complicated.

That pretty much described everything. When in doubt, that was the answer. But the truth was, Ryoka was glad Cara was here.

Because Caras other goal, besides possibly breaking Ryoka Griffin out of trouble, was to end the war with Ailendamus and the Dawn Concordat, specifically Calanfer. Ryoka Griffin considered that between keeping her out of trouble and that

Cara had a better shot at ending the war. And Ryoka would help her. She had supreme confidence in her ability to sway Ailendamus true power. Right up until she heard that Tyrion Veltras was carving a path through Ailendamus forces.

And then that House Wellfar had entered the war. Guess who was to blame for that? Someone knocked at the door to the Earthers secret conference, and everyone went silent immediately. Ryoka opened the door and saw a [Knight], Dame Chorisa, taking off her helmet.

Chorisa, can it wait? Im a bit bus

The Thisting Veil Knight stepped aside and showed Ryoka about twenty [Knights], from the Order of the Hydra to Drell [Knights]. One of the [Royal Knights] gave Ryoka a stiff bow.

Excuse me, Courier Griffin? Duke Rhisveri would like a word with you.

While Ryoka Griffin was being escorted to meet with Rhisveri, Cara OSullivan was singing. Yes, Ryoka was being marched off under guard, but when was she not? It was what the Wind Runner wanted, anyways.

Ryoka had a belief that in order to change things, like this war, you had to go to the top. There was a great story, great fate and destiny at play, and she wanted to be an important part of it. To move Ailendamus, one person, one Wyrm mattered. Maybe some Devils and Angels and a Dryad and Elemental or two were thrown in for good measure, but only them.

Carano. Cara took a different view, and it was that everyone was the protagonist of their own story. Ailendamus was made up of people, and it was people who changed things. So she put the magical microphone to her lips and sang.

I~, I have a secret. And its you.

The song was unfamiliar to her, but she was a quick study, and it had the same cadence as a modern song. It needed a bit of rearrangement, the melody and maybe the beat, but it was an amazing copy of an electropop song. Yes, some of that would make it work.

There was a brief moment of pause as someone inhaled. Then a voice quickly sang in a wonderful baritone.

I~, I know its never just me alone.

A bit of hesitation. Pure nerves in the voice singing with her. But just as Ryoka had saidCara looked sideways at the half-Giant named Menorkel, or Menor to his friends.

My should-be-dead gods, hes a great singer!

The beginning of the duet was nervous, and Menorkel looked like he might pass out on the other admirers around Cara, but he quickly rallied as they began to sing the song that Ryoka mentioned hed written and dearly wanted Cara to look at.

Hed nearly run away when she came to meet him, but Ryoka had told her Menorkel mattered. Of course, Ryoka meant it in the connection of immortals and Menorkels true nature.

Cara didnt know any of that. What she saw as she looked at the half-Giant, swaying despite himself and singing his heart out with one of his heads, wastalent.

A kind of passion that made her feel artificial at times. She listened to the lyrics as they went on. Oh, yes, it even had the spirit of the song.

I~, I have a secret. And its you.

I~, I know its never just me alone.

Its been gnawing at me for so long

Because Im not honest with them all;

Its not one, but two.

Hed written an entire song after hearing her. Yes, it was unpolished. Yes, it was a copy of the many different artists she herself was pretending to embody.

But his height! The half-Giant had a kind of casual style, and his insane height wasnt as intimidating as that Great Knight Gilaw or other half-Giants that Cara had met. He wasnt as tall, and he had that lanky look of a young man in his late teens.

Cara felt it. Her [Popstar] senses, which had never tingled, were screaming at her.

A nine-foot tall singer with a voice as sweet and deep as a barrel of molasses and the ability to project it as loud as she could with a mic. Winsomely awkward yet brave enough to sing with his idol.

If he were on Earth, Id bet my entire fortune on him being a sensational singer. Or part of a boy-band.

I want him in my band as an actual singer.

If Cara had known he actually had two heads and could have gotten over the shock of it and the secret cabal in Ailendamus, she might have tried to abscond with him right then and there. As it was, Menorkel looked like he was dreaming as Cara lowered the mic after the song ended.

You. Are. Beautiful. Menorkel, that song is genius.

She reached up, took his arm, and he nearly fell on a [Lady].

Y-you think so, Miss Cara? Singer Cara?

Call me Cara. Yes, I do. We need to work on accompaniment, but my [Manager], Abebi, can mix music. Some kind of melodybut the lyrics? They are spot on. How did you come up with them?

The half-Giant began to stutter, still looking like he wanted to pinch himself. Was this real? Cara just beamed up at him, genuinely smiling. This young man had a talent. More talent than she did. If nothing else, she was going to hone that.

Ryoka had dumped Menorkel in Caras arms, in a figurative sense, because it might matter. Cara decided to devote as much time as she could to the young man because he had a dream. And if there was one thing she could get behind, it was chasing any dream you wanted until you found yourself on the big stage.

The only trick would be explaining how Abebi used the computer to mix electronic tracksbut he didnt need to see that. Cara flicked up her hair and winked at him.

Do you know any other songs of mine? You have a superb voice. Are you trained? I noticed you have trouble hitting the high notes.

Menorkel gulped. Cara looked around at the envious faces; there were a lot of her most devoted fans, but she rarely sang with them. She even spotted a hugearmored figure

Cara froze as she saw Gilaw perched on a window ledge, staring at her like a hawk. The Great Knight made no move, and Menorkel babbled on happily.

I know almost all of them, Miss Cara! I would love to singer, Miss Cara?

Um. Who is that, Menorkel?

The Titan turned, spotted Gilaw, and made a frantic go-away motion.

Thats just Gilaw. Great Knight Gilaw, Cara. Shes a friend of mineGilaw! Go away! She might be listening. Maybe she likes your songs? She listens to mine.

The strange woman with dark skin and a mane of hair refused to go. Cara hesitatedthen put on her best smile. She bowed.

Knight Gilaw? Youre welcome to listen closer! If shes your friend, Im delighted to sing for her, Menorkel. What if we did a duet? Some songhow about Dont Stop Believin?

His mouth dropped open at the famous song with, naturally, a male and female part. Edited a bit for comprehensibility. Street lights made sense, for instance, but trains and whatnot needed changing.

Cara realized she was going to have to further edit every song for lyrics aboutRyokas biggest worry.

Wonderful. But then she put the mic to her lips and motioned at Menorkel to sing. He went pale, but she was his backup. Cara winked at the half-Giant, and he looked around wonderingly.

Like the young hero entering the high point of his own movie. The star of his story. That was how Cara saw it. And besides

She did love to sing.

Duke Rhisveri of Ailendamus did not sing. He did croon, though. That was the tone of his voice. Very ominously friendly.

Were all friends here. Im so happy. Im not thinking of melting you.

That was thetone of his voice. A kind of forced good mood that revealed the simmering core of molten rage in his eyes. The smile was rather like that too. Corpses had more genuine rictus grins than his bared teeth.

It seems Archmage Eldavin and House Veltras have both decided to enter the war against Ailendamus. And House Wellfar. Just what is your relationship to Tyrion Veltras and the Archmage of Memory, Ryoka? Personal? Intimate?

She turned beet red.

None of your business. Im sorry theyreattacking, Rhisveri, but you did abduct me.

Yes, yes. I abducted you. After you stole from me. And this is my comeuppance. Itorin is not happy. The [Generals] and [Strategists] are whining to me and holding me accountable. Which I deserve! It is purely my fault. And I will pay for it. Right after I vent my frustrations onto you.

The Wyrm opened his maw in the private audience he had summoned Ryoka to, and she inhaled the sickly-sweet smell of his gullet. Not actually that bad. But she did see the acid preparing to spray and thought she actually saw the acid-ducts.

Anyone else, possibly even Cara, would have frozen in response to immortal wrath. Even Erin?

Well, Erin would have dodged. But Ryoka knew Rhisveri. And while she could fail to charm a starving duck with a full bag of bread crustsshe raised one hand.

Do you use mouthwash or something?

Rhisveris eyes bulged in an amazing sight on the giant Wyrms face. He closed his mouth, and then his cheeks puffed and he spat acid to the side.

Hah! Dont make me laugh! How did you know that?

He growled, trying to maintain his anger, but Ryoka lifted her hands.

It sort of smells like that. Seriously. You do use mouthwash?

What am I, a barbarian? Do you not cleanse your mouth? Dont answer that. I think I can smell it coming off you. I suppose this is the point where you remind me youre a guest of the Faerie King, and etcetera, etcetera.

Rhisveri grumpily rested his head on his only forelimbs and stared at her over his claws in such a Human way that she nearly laughed. Ryoka had known the odds of him blasting her were remote, but she kept going.

No, because you know that, Rhisveri. I wont insult your intelligence. But I will ask for a meeting with all the immortals in the capital.

Amazing. You waste so much of my time, and now you want to waste everyones? Why would I possibly grant that request?

The Wyrm raised his brows. Ryoka lifted a finger.

Firstly, you do realize twothree powers are in this war because of me? It probably makes sense to try and make one or all of them withdraw.

Rhisveri frowned darkly.

We can win. Wistram, House Veltras, House Wellfar? None of them dare to send more than portions of their might. Ailendamus can crush all three. Or do you think your precious Archmage is my equal?

He balefully eyed Ryoka. She gave him an innocent smile.

My friend, you have no idea what Eldavin is.

What she said was far less confrontational.

Of course you canbut do you want to at this moment? Youre a logical man, Rhisveri.

He rubbed his head. Since he had no claws capable of reaching the top, the Wyrm rubbed his head against one wall, which seemed to be polished, as if he did that now and then. Wearily, he looked down at her.

I am a logical Wyrm. Dont insult me by bringing me onto your level. And you would be so generous?

Rhisveri gave Ryoka a skeptical look. She shrugged.

Havent I settled my debts with you? Im willing to talk them down if possible. You have Sammialif you let him go, Tyrion might relent.

He wants two million gold coins. For that, I was tempted to send him a trap in the [Message] spell. Very well. Youre speaking rare sense. But why would I allow you to talk to the others? Speak to me. I am in control here. The others are lesser peers. I will make the final decision.

Rhisveri narrowed his eyes dangerously. Ryoka just sighed. She reached into her bag of holding and produced a handful of glowing stones.

Because Im willing to pay you if you answer my request. You and the others. Not just for Tyrion and Eldavin to withdraw. Duke Rhisveri, Great Wyrm of Ailendamushow much would it cost for you to abandon your war against the Dawn Concordat? You see, I

She got no further because Rhisveris gust of laughter as he exhaled and rolled over, slapping his tail in the far distance, nearly blew her off her feet. Ryoka caught herself as the Wyrm laughed for a good twenty seconds, then, chortling, looked at her.

You what? End the war foryou have your audience. I will call the others after this banquet. They have to hear this.

He laughed at her as he dismissed her, but she wasnt dead, and even if he laughedhe did listen to her. Ryoka wiped at her brow. Rhisveri was a difficult person to persuade, but she took this time to jog off and find Visophecin, Sophridel, or Fithea. Visophecin and Uzine first and priority.

If there were any chance at all, Ryoka was going to take it. In some ways, she was very unlike Cara in her limitless, boundless confidence in her ability to do things. Like persuade a Wyrm to stop a war. Ryoka thought she had a shot. This was before Eldavins battle with the Lucifen, so her spirits were uncharacteristically high.

What Ryoka and Cara agreed on was that they had to try and end this conflict. Cara knew someone in Calanfer.

Princess Seraphel du Marquin.

You know a [Princess] of Calanfer?

Ryokas tone was frankly disbelieving. Cara gave her an odd look.

Yes. Because I landed in Noelictus, where she was being betrothed to the [Earl] of Ovela. That ended poorly, but I got to know her. Shes a decent sort, even for a royal. She has had too much shite piled on her lap.

So you justknow her.

The Singers eyebrows raised.

Yes. And you just happen to have met the 6th Princess of Calanfer after she ran away. Who works at an inn in the middle of the continent. Which one is more coincidental?

Um. No, I get that. Its justso youre trying to end the war for her?

Cara rubbed at her brow. She took a swig of healing potion mixed with a tonic for her voice; shed just spent an hour and a half singing with the starstruck Menorkel. And about thirty seconds of hearing Gilaw try to copy them at a dead screech. But shed made an impression on the two immortals.

Ryoka was actually sort of jealous. She walked over to the window and closed the shutters. Gilaw couldnt hear them, but she was peeking through the glass at Cara, the new target of interest. Menorkel pulled her away and hurried her off.

Of course, Cara was the Singer of Terandria. But Ryoka was the friend to immortals. Ahem. The Wind Runner coughed and saw Cara giving her a long look.

What?

Im not ending the war because I know Seraphel, Ryoka. Im ending the war because Ailendamus is an imperialistic, expansionist nation that aggressively annihilates any smaller nations. They make Rome look peaceful. People are dying in this war, and if I canwell, you were the excuse to come here. We havent a shot in hell, but Ill try. Hand me that brush?

Ryoka did, a bit shamefaced.

Uh, right. I think it can work. But are you sure we need to stick to your plan?

She was antsy. And embarrassed by Cara reminding her of the obvious. Ailendamus did attack other nations.

It was justRyoka saw why. Part was Rhisveris greed, but the immortals genuinely thought they were making life better. The Agelum did. The Lucifen were more obsessed with order, but Ryoka also knew it was self-preservation.

Mortals killed immortals. There was a part of her that got why they were doing this.

And another part that realized how dangerous all of this was. Yet despite herself, Ryoka didnt hate Ailendamus. She might fear it, but she knew Itorin, saw the people here

Cara did too, but again, her perspective was far different.

Ovela and Afiele. I dont know what you think youre seeing, Ryoka, but Ive seen their worst. Hiring a [Necromancer] to assassinate an entire familychildren and allis what some of the rats in this nation will do. However, theyre not all evil pieces of Creler crap?

She turned to Ryoka, and the Wind Runner nodded.

Some are reasonable. Like I said, theres ways to make an impact.

Theyd discussed that, but the imminent banquet was the first thing. So Cara just nodded.

Im sure youre right. Thats who were impressing. No ones all good or evil in a nation. So were doing thisas long as youre not going to run off on me.

She strode to the door as Ryoka hesitated. She really wanted to make a break for it, but Cara cracked the door open.

Abebi, time? How are we looking?

Ryoka heard the [Manager]s reply.

Everyones good, Cara.

Define good. I just saw Rae throwing up over there.

Abebi glanced over her shoulder.

Shes good. Ive got it. Just get ready for your part.

Cara nodded and shut the door. She had the amazing ability to not worry about everything and delegate, like letting Abebi get the band ready and everything set up. All Ryoka could do was fly.

The Singer of Terandria was at full strength here, as the chattering guests flocked to one of the giant courtyards where food and drink were set up against the darkening sky. No less than His Majesty would be in attendancebut casually.

This was the Singers first big concert, and Ryoka realized she had really thrown Cara off what needed to be a spectacular moment. Everything aside, she was contracted to perform in Ailendamus for at least a week, and her reputation was riding on this.

It turned out this would not be a broadcast concert; Cara didnt like Wistrams mages rebroadcasting her for good reason. She got enough press, and trust issues aside, part of her sales were the uniqueness of her events. The rise of mass-media would take away some of her value.

At least until I get royalties. No royalties, no system set up to accredit people for their work. Fame is literally their only payment, and were all worth more. Thats the one thing I agree with Ailendamus on. Okaywhat are you doing with your clothes on?

Of all the questionsRyoka jumped.

Oh shit.

Cara pushed a bundle of clothes the [Costume Tailor] had worked up in a frenzy into Ryokas arms.

Ill turn my back. But if youre going to back off and run awaynow would be a really good time for me to know. Were on in fifteen.

She glanced out the window, and Ryokas heart began to judder in her chest. Now she had second thoughts and third thoughts and fifth ones that told her maybe this wasnt a good idea.

How had Cara talked her into it?

Iare you certain this is for the best?

Cara turned to Ryoka.

Ah, theres the last-minute objections. No, Ryoka, you dont have to do this.

Oh, well then

The Singer continued like a freight train rolling over a foot.

Id just have to improvise with fourteen minutes to go. Again. Hereget changed! Lets keep talking. No, you dont have to do this. But we both agreed that youre well-known in Ailendamus. Im not. I have my reputation, but people know you, so this is the best way to help me. Which we want to do. Your scars

She had just seen the scars from Ryoka being shot in the back. The Wind Runner saw Cara hesitate, then go on briskly.

Dont worry about anything other than what we rehearsed. Do we need to go through it again?

Ive got it. I think. I just walk around and then use the magic to fly up. I can do that. Its not hard. I mean, I control the wind, but if I make a mistake

Breathe, Ryoka. In and out. Dont worry. Even if you make a mistake, I can improvise around you. Got it?

Rightokay.

It was true, the costume would, uh, attract attention. On multiple levels. And Baron Regalius, Itorin II, even Menorkel, Rhisveri, and people from the Court of Masks and more knew Ryoka. Viscount Visophecinshe knew a lot of powerful people.

She just really, really didnt want to do this. Ryoka rubbed at the fabric. It wasnt polyester or modern fabric. Had they actually gotten hide or something? She bit her tongue.

Im committed, Cara. Im not going to leave you behind. Its justI really dont want to do this. Ill do it! Butwill it really end this war? I know youve got a plan, but you dont know the leaders of Ailendamus.

She could not tell Cara the truth, even if she wanted to. Yet the Singers eyes were, if not purely confident, resolved.

I havea few variables, Ryoka. And among them is just tipping the scales. If its one of two people who switch from supporting to hesitating, or better yet, opposing it, we can maybe grind this war machine from annihilating a country to something before that. There is always a point where enough is enough. Enough blood, enough dissentI want to push to that point if it can be done.

It was well said. But Cara didnt know that a Wyrm ruled Ailendamus. Ryoka wonderedwhat Rhisveris tipping point was.

The two said all of this as Cara helped Ryoka put on the rest of her costume. Then their serious moment turned to hesitation. Cara bit her lip, and Ryoka saw her holding in a smile. The Wind Runner checked herself in a mirror and sighed.

Ivolethe would laugh herself sick if she saw this. Even Caras lips quirked, and Ryoka heard people in the band laughing when she exited the trailer.

Holy shit. Are we doing this?

Greg stared at Ryoka until Thien elbowed him. Cara turned to Ryoka as the Wind Runner peeked at the banquet and saw the Agelum in the audience. Oh, great. They seemed to be looking for her. Andwas that Sammial Veltras standing with Oesca and her friends?

Why yes, yes it was. Cara put her arm on Ryokas shoulder.

[Performers Grace]. Breathe, Ryoka. Are you breathing? In, out, in, out

I know how to breathe!

Ryoka snapped back. Cara didnt even blink, but Ryoka relaxed slightly as the Skill worked on her. The Singer kept talking as she steered Ryoka towards the backstage, behind the curtains. Ryoka wouldnt be taking part in the first few songs, which made her even more nervous. Someone was announcing Carait sounded like Regalius?

the illustrious Singer of Terandria, who graces our noble kingdom with

Abebi hurried over and whispered to Cara. It must have been rather dramatic to the audience watching, but backstage it was all chaos as Rae nearly threw up from nerves again, then took her place. Greg was fiddling with his guitar and tightened it too muchthe snap of a string breaking was muffled by the applause. Cara turned to stare at him, and Abebi ran for a [Repair] spell. The Singer turned back to Ryoka.

I know this is out of your comfort zone, Ryoka. This is me pushing you hard, and we both know it. But if theres a chance this helps, this is about thousands, hundreds of thousands of lives if we can change anyones opinion. This is bigger than us, so your comfort zone does not exist right now. The question you need to answer iswill this help?

Ryoka spread her arms helplessly, and the costume which had gone over her windsuit spread. She looked into the crowd and saw a bored Rhisveri yawning and popping prawned shrimp into his mouth. She imagined how he might react.

Yes.

Okay then. Wait for your part.

While Cara went out, Ryoka heard her performing from behind the stage. She saw less of the stage effects, only the flash, reactions of the audienceand the [Mages] casting the spells and Abebi coordinating everything frantically.

It was the backstage Ryoka saw, and she saw that Cara knew her stuff. She also sang wonderfully.

She had a wide range from peppy pop to, more recently, a harder rock, even treading into metal. It was her personathe Singer of Terandria was like an amalgamation of different celebrities into one.

Cara could do it because she was acting each part. And when she was on stageshe greeted the crowds and thanked Itorin II for letting her perform, every bit the [Popstar], a bit breathy, even nervous, delighted by the honor of performing.

She was good. But Cara had one fatal flaw, at least insofar as impressing Ailendamus true elite was concerned, and it was this:

She was lying. She had anti-truth spells, anti-appraisal rings, and all of that, but she didnt fool the immortals. Rhisveri watched Cara with a look of pure boredom on his face during the charming greeting. He did tap his foot to some songs, and Cara had some of the immortals hooked.

But only by the quality of her music. Menorkel and Gilaw were dancing in what was close to a mosh pit at the front. So were some of the Merfolk and maybe other immortals.

I will head there myself. But how did he teleport them out of their manor? Id have trouble doing that. Any Archmage should fall to the Lucifenthey can cast Tier 6 piercing spells.

He was pacing back and forth with his Human body as the first Lucifen young began to arrive, battered, but alive. But of course

Hes got Paxere. He saw us.

One Lucifen was so badly scorched he looked like a ball of ashlike a cartoon character, but his skin was flaking off. Fithea was casting healing spells as Rhisveri listened.

He knows Five Alchemy magic? Those are high-tier elemental spells, but that last onehow much mana?

Second only to you or Visophecin. One second we were winning, the nextit was a Skill or something.

Ryoka was frozen in shock. Eldavin! Teriarch! What had he done?

Im going after him. I will slay himVisophecin, two of the Agelum, and you, Rhisveri. We can kill any foe.

Paterghost announced. Sophridel spoke, having no limbs but floating masks, which edged forwards, like an arm.

I will send four of my strongest masks if it matters.

No.

Rhisveri overruled Paterghost, much to Ryokas relief, but not out of caution. His eyes were narrowed as the Wyrm cast magic.

Hes fortifying up as we speak. Whatthats a Tier 7 ward. How does he know that magic? No one living should

His eye flicked to Ryoka, and she felt a shock run through her. Rhisveri alone knew who she had met. And she saw the instant paranoia and fear run through him.

A Dragon.

But here was the funny thing. They didnt know. They werent certain. The immortals recognized strength, but they were not sure. It was almost funnyRyoka as a mortal could recognize the nature of immortality better than the immortals. Eldavin could have actually been a powerful mortal.

Or one taught by an immortal.

If we attack now

We would have to destroy the Season of Summer and Summers Champion, countless [Mages] of Wistram, and this Archmage on his home ground. He survived an ambush that would have killed half of us. All it takes is for him to reveal Paxere.

Will he?

The immortals were worried, frightened as Visophecin stepped through the doorway. He and Rhisveri spoke as one.

No.

Rhisveri looked down, and Ryoka recoiled. She saw Visophecins eyes burning, and the smell of metal and oil were strong on him. Were his fingers more like claws? Was his shadowvibrating?

She looked into his dark eyes and saw a little, bright red light glowing in the depths of his pupils. Uzine was panting from standing for so long and collapsed into a chair.

Hold, Visophecin. Hold

He coughed and wiped the blood onto his pants. The Lucifen instantly turned to him as Rhisveri addressed him curtly.

Dont change here, Visophecin. Im speaking to this Archmage. Ive issued a warning. If he reveals Paxere, we fall on him. Were negotiating.

In the tense silence, every eye fell on Ryoka Griffin. It was Fithea who looked up from one of the Lucifen she was tending. Eldavin had pulled his punchessort of. The Lucifens protective gear was shattered and they were alive, but one had stakes of wood that were rammed through her bodyanother had lost almost all their layers of skin

Eldavin had done this? Ryoka had seen the wrath of a Dragon only once, but it had been directed against Venitra, who definitely deserved it, and the Necromancer.

These werechildren.

She looked up as Fithea murmured. She looked for one spark of hope or understanding. But even the ancient Dryads gaze had gone dark. A spark of magic shone in the ancient stone of her face, but it was an implacable forest. And withered trust. She whispered it into the air.

So this is the one who came here. You may have brought death to us after all, Ryoka Griffin.

The Wind Runner stood there as the hostile gazes of the immortals fell upon her. So Ryoka looked around.

She felt bad for Calanfer, she truly did. And the Dawn Concordat. But her only tie was with Lyonette. She was horrified in an abstract way. She didnt know them.

She did know Ailendamus immortals and mortals. In a sense, Ryoka was on Ailendamus side. She loved the immortals, the last of their kind.

But she could see the worst of them in the Lucifens contempt for humanity. In Rhisveris greed. In the way they manipulated those with shorter lives into living and loving a lie. Into a war that threatened people Ryoka did know.

Tyrion Veltras had led his family into war. Buscrei and Swey.

Pellmia.

And Grand Magus Eldavinno, Archmage Eldavinhe had brought the future to this world ahead of time. Super-soldiers wearing armor.

A war that Ryoka Griffin was culpable for. Now?

Azemith walked over to Ryoka and handed the Wind Runner something. The Lucifen mother didnt worry or grieve as openly as others. Igolze, standing behind her, just held still, his back open to the portal to nothingness.

Here.

Ryoka looked down. She held out her hand, and the Lucifen put something into it.

A burnt finger. Ryoka dropped it and leapt back. Azemith fixed her with a red-eyed stare.

If Paxere dies, I will take more than two of your fingers.

Azemith.

Gadrea pulled her back. The Agelum and Lucifen watched Ryoka Griffin breathing in and out. Staring down at the finger.

Ryoka Griffin almost laughed.

Thats the second time someones handed fingers to me.

Even Rhisveris head turned. The giant Wyrms mouth moved, silently mouthingwhat?

But Ryoka just stood there, feeling the weight of the choices she was makingor wasnt, by her inaction. She looked at Paterghost, at Rhisveri, who was eying her, and at the watching Lucifen.

I didnt ask Eldavin to go to war for me. But hes here because of me. At least in part.

Ryoka looked at the others. She took a breath and met Azemiths gaze. Then turned to Rhisveri.

Ive paid every debt to you, Rhisveri. So youve said.

I am beginning to reconsider that statement. But functionallyyes. That does not absolve you of this issue.

The Wyrm hissed at her. Ryoka instantly shook her head.

Im not making excuses. But there is something I can do. Sowill you hear me out?

The gathering of Ailendamus ageless looked down at Ryoka with suspicion, curiosity, hope, waiting for her response. As if there were ever any question. Any one of Ryokas friends could have told the immortals, anyone who knew Ryoka at all.

When trouble came, when the worst happened, when there was dire need. Even if the sky fell down, or she came to another world. If she was facing a terrible foe, or doing a great deed. If someone proposed to her or she couldnt bear the care of others or her mistakes, there was only one thing for Ryoka Griffin, the Wind Runner to do.

She ran.

Cara OSullivan found two children waiting for her along with a number of people after leaving the Court of Masks. Exasperated, she realized Ryoka had left Sammial and Oesca in her care.

She waited for the Wind Runner while defending herself with as much eloquence and charm as possible. She didnt think Ryoka would run away after daring the concertso where was she?

The bathroom?

Excuse me, do you know where Ryoka is?

Cara eventually stopped a [Knight] hurrying towards her. She had an eye for faces and as Greg she had seen Dame Chorisa. Ryokas bodyguard came to a stop.

Courier Griffin isunavailable at this moment, Miss Cara.

Where? She just left.

She always does this!

Sammial threw up his hands. But Princess Oesca addressed the [Knight], and Dame Chorisa instantly bowed.

Your Highness, I am not able to tell you fullybut Duke Rhisveri has apprised me that all isacceptable. I was sent here to inform you all that she will not be returning immediately.

Shes leaving. Again? Where? House Shoel? Thats a nice place, Oesca. You should go. But where is she?

Sammial alternated between chatty and exasperated. Oesca lifted her chin.

We will go meet her.

Dame Chorisa hesitated, and the two children and Cara realized something was off. [Princess] or not, Oesca was royalty. But Oesca made one mistake.

She still assumed Ryoka was on the palace grounds. Sammial blinked, and his eyes opened wide as Dame Chorisa replied.

I believeYour Highness, that will not be possible. It is my understanding that the Wind Runner has headed south. She is flying towards Kaliv. Duke Rhisveri has informed me she had better beshe will be back by nightfall.

Oescas lips moved as she processed that. But Cara was already dashing to a window. She leaned her head out of it and said eight words that Sammial decided to memorize and use forever.

Baron Regalius followed Caras gaze out of the window and shaded his eyes. The [Baron of Ceremonies] breathed as people looked up and pointed.

Now thats a Courier.

Southwards, the wind blew. It was a quiet breeze around the great palace of Ailendamus, the heart of the capital. At first, it was gentle as it departed one of the spiral towers, each tile laid in a dancing color as the sun faded in the blue sky.

Over neatly tended palace grounds and people pointing upwards, the wind blew, accelerating. What was a breeze became a gale, and it passed over the capital city, bustling, flashing over the paved roads in a moment.

Orderly new stone and wood gave way to lush land, and then a forest where half-Elves looked up from their timeless retreats in the Kingdom of Glass and Glory. A breeze blew across their dwellings. They looked up and caught sight of the zephyr made manifest.

Squall, then gale, then tempest. Over another city, rattling shutters, but passing too high to do more than touch the rooftops and hanging gardens below with its passing.

The flags of Ailendamus snapped in the breeze, and word caught up with the wind as it blew southwards, outracing it by magic, but only just. [Message] spells flitted through the air and told people to look up. They spotted the wind, and some waved, racing along, trying to build the little sailboats of cloth and wood and resolving to catch the wind when it raced back. The rest just pointed up.

They had seen Couriers before. Great Runners who galloped or ran using magic or other methods. But this one was different than even Garuda. So people stopped and gazed up at the wind and figure.

It wasnt often you saw a Human fly.

Ryoka made the mistake of opening her mouth once. Her lips immediately tried to catch the wind and tear her cheeks out of her face. She needed a helmet and goggles.

She added it to her list. But then reconsidered as the wind blew around her, changing so it didnt tear her face off.

She flew in a slipstream of air, her wingsuits arms spread. Like a giant flying squirrel, or a skydiver of Earth. The only difference wasRyoka didnt need that much altitude to begin her wild journey.

Nor would she ever land. The wind blew her ahead, keeping her from dropping. Ryoka didnt know how fast she was going. Wingsuits could propel you at a hundred miles per hour. Absolutely insane speeds that no creature could matchand instant death if you so much as grazed anything.

Ryoka was going faster. Fithea, Visophecin, and Rhisveri had cast weather spells to clear the way. Even she, friend of the wind, wouldnt risk this mad acceleration normally.

But she let Ailendamus disappear below her, a mad blur. Thankfully, Ailendamus capital wasnt in the center of the nation, but close to where it had originally been when the nation had been smaller, bordering Kalivs north.

It would still take hours to reach her destination, even at her insane speed. And she had two places to visit.

A Courier crossing Ailendamus was not without risk. Especially one who might be opposed to Ailendamus. Most of the army couldnt do squat, if they even looked up in time to see Ryoka coming, but Ailendamus had altogether too many forces capable of at least making Ryokas life uncomfortable.

If she was their enemy. If she was trying to flee Ailendamus? Ryoka saw [Mages], or their auras, who were briefed on how to stop a fragile, flying object.

Mostly by casting a barrier spell and letting her slam into it high up. Ailendamus also had [Griffin Riders], albeit not many. But no one stopped her. Rhisveri had cleared her path, so Ryoka zoomed over an army of several hundred jogging [Knights] who cheered her.

The Order of the Hydra pointed up at the Wind Runner and shouted in mild outrage. The very same [Knights] who she had met in the capital shook their fists at the Wind Runner who had just covered the same distance they had in about two hours.

By this point, Ryoka was using her wing-glider and clipped into it. Mainly because spreading your arms in a wingsuits dive got tiring after thirty minutes, much less two hours. The exhilaration had faded a bit, but she felt free.

Freeexcept for that magical arm-bangle that was glinting warningly on her right arm. Rhisveri had let her go, but he hadnt taken off the tracking device. He had let her go, but given who she was heading to, hed taken precautions.

It was enough time, even with the power of the wind at her back, even flying, to think. Ryoka Griffin saw a mountain range coming up, not the High Passes for certain, but so high she began looking up at them.

Her entire journey was actually long and somewhat boringcertainly cold. But it had certain highlights, from people waving up at her, spotting the Order of the Hydra she recognized, heading to war

And attracting the attention of the forces engaged in this war.

Ryoka blew past a squad of thirty Griffins, massive beasts with giant talons and beaks. Big enough for multiple people to ride on. The small ones were just large enough for lighter riders, but any one of them could just land on a horse and kill it.

And Halracs team hunted these damn things? Ryoka angled past them and then realized the Griffins had saddles.

Also, riders. One whirled, and a figure raised a sword.

Halt! Who are

Ryoka shot around the Griffin Queen of Kaliv so fast she didnt hear. She did see the Griffin Queen hot on her tail, though.

Dead gods!

A gigantic Royal Griffin and a woman with a huge speareven longer than regular to let her attack from the backdove after Ryoka. With her Skills, she actually nearly caught up.

Who are you?

Courier! On a mission! Sorry!

The two women screamed at each other. Neither one heard through the rushing wind. The Griffin Queen waved her spear. Slow down!

Sorry, Im busy!

The Wind Runner waved her hand. The Griffin Queens mount was struggling to keep up, even with whatever Skill she was using; her escort was floundering, trying to catch both. Ryoka looked down and saw an army besieging a city on a plateau. They were camped far out of range, but giant bows were hammering the walls.

The Griffin Queen of Kaliv was fighting for her homeland. What she wanted of Ryoka was anyones guess, but she did not look like she was used to people telling her no, even Couriers.

She lifted her spear warningly, and Ryoka hesitated. Whatever the Griffin Queen was about to do never happened, though. Mainly because of the thin, crimson beam that shot through the sky and quickly targeted the wing of the Royal Griffin.

It danced on the wing as the Wind Runner, and the Griffin Queen, stared at it. Not just a red dot like a laser pointer. The entire beam was visible. It didnt seem to do much, but Ryokas face turned waxy. Hadnt she seen something like that before? It reminded her of Magnolia Reinhart when the [Assassins] and the Great Mage Nemor had tried to kill her.

When shed used her ring t

The Griffin Queen dodged the railgun of energy. A blast of fire and energy hit the air as the wind itself screamed, and Ryoka went tumbling down. The Griffin Queen flew away, and Ryoka saw the ground coming up.

No, nononono

She pulled at her parachute, but she was clipped to the glider! And the wind

Slowed, and she felt her body suddenly drift downwards. Ryoka, in free-fall, suddenly drifted, dangling as the [Featherfall] spell left her falling. Down, down

Towards the army of silver and purple and green, ranks of [Knights] standing to attention, horns blowing, halfway down the pass while a keep stood, under siege in the distance. Ryoka Griffin drifted down and saw the person who had fired the spell riding towards her.

Great General Dionamella of Ailendamus had been expecting Ryoka Griffin. The half-Elf was so old that Ryoka realized Eldavin and Archmage Feor were both pretenders.

True age washer.

Ryoka realized the first moment she saw the General of Ages what Dionamellas power was. How she fueled the ability to accelerate or stop time for an entire army.

Rhisveri, you bastard.

She whispered, and Dionamella tapped her on the head with her staff. Ryoka flinched, but the Great General just smiled.

I intended to let you pass, but the Griffin Queen accosted you. I understand you are bound to speak with Tyrion Veltras and possibly negotiate their retreat. Ryoka Griffin, the Wind Runner.

An entire army had halted around her, and Ryoka saw the Great Generals bodyguard not-so-casually aiming their weapons at her.

Her real bodyguard. Not the [Knights], even, but two dozen half-Elves.

Justhalf-Elves. Like Falene, Ceria. Oh, but they looked middle-aged and like they were career soldiers. So they had been warriors for how long?

Ryoka held up her hands, but Dionamella just pointed.

Your quarry is somewhere to the south. We do not know exactly where he is, but the Dawn Concordat is set to assail us here. So. You will find him there.

Do youare you?

Ryoka looked around at the others and realized this was not the spot to ask if Dionamella knew the nature of Rhisveri and the other immortals. But the half-Elf just eyed Ryoka and gave her a timeless smile.

I may see you at the capital if you remain. I understand you have caused quite the stir. Hurry onwards, Ryoka Griffin. And pass on a message from me to the two youre trying to convince: consider retreating. I was taught by Rhisveri and Fithea, among others.

That was all. But the calm confidence scared Ryoka more than anything else. She scrambled to her feet, leapt into the air

And smacked the ground so hard everyone winced. Just a face-first impact, without trying to break the fall. Ryoka got up, stunned, and Dionamella hesitated.

Ah. We march under a different time. Lightly. Im sorrytry again.

Ryoka turned, nose bleeding, and felt the wind pick her up. It carried her up, out of the Great Generals aegis, and Ryoka suddenly felt very nervous.

She could calm the wind itself in her aura?

Tyrion Veltras looked up, and there she was.

Unexpected. Unlooked for.

Possibly unpossible too. How was shehere? He had just been thinking of what to say to her, and then the wind had whispered.

And Buscrei had screamed in his ear to look up.

The Wind Runner landed with a bloody nose as House Veltras forces flagged her down. Or rather, Buscrei had nearly winged her with a glowing arrow as Ryoka circled, searching for them. She came down, and Tyrion had to ask.

Ryoka Griffin. Are you injured? Is someone following you?

I landed on my face.

Jericha, Swey, Pellmia, Buscrei, all looked between Ryoka and Tyrion as they exchanged the first words since Ryokas disappearance and the attack on House Veltras. Lord Pellmia whispered a prayer without target or faith.

He did not have the levels for this.

[Avert Disaster (Verbal)] activated in the first minute of the two just looking at each other. Half-starting to speak. In the end, Ryoka Griffin just looked at Tyrion.

Im sorry. Ive caused you all a lot of trouble. I never expected you to comeSammials alive. Hes well. Unharmed. Too well, in fact. The [Princess] of Ailendamus is learning a lot of bad lessons from him.

Tyrion let out a breath he didnt know hed been holding for the last month, and Buscrei muttered.

Thats something. Are they letting you go? Nothats not jewelry, is it?

Tyrion noticed the bangle on Ryokas arm. The Wind Runner shook her head.

No, but theyre not hostile. It was my faultthey attacked because of something I did.

Something you tried to steal.

Jericha murmured, and everyone looked to her. Ryoka hung her head.

Yes. This is all my fault, and I came to tell you that Sammials alive. That you dont need to advance. I will make sure hes safe and returned. Sodont join the battle. They sent a Great General of Ailendamus, and shes dangerous.

Perhaps why Tyrion Veltras liked Ryoka was because she spoke as eloquently as he did. The problem was, there were two with the same level of social grace. But Lord Pellmias lips moved as Tyrion considered what he could say. And the [Lord], thus saved by the worlds finest wingman, said this to the Wind Runner:

I did not go to war against Ailendamus just for you, Ryoka Griffin. My son was kidnapped, one of the Five Families attacked by a foreign nation. House Quellaes folk endangered and blood drawn. Nor am I ignorant of the Dawn Concordats plight. Three sovereign nations have been invaded, and I am not foolish enough to think Ailendamus will halt at the shores of Terandria. I did not ride against Ailendamus for you.

Buscrei covered her face in one gloved hand, and Tyrion went on.

You were part of my reason. And so long as you are a captive, I will continue my advance. For you and Sammial. You make my sons laugh. I would not see you imprisoned or harmed. Ido care, though we have not known each other long.

Ryoka Griffin looked like she was ready to fly up into space and stay there. But it was not a disastrous statement. If anything, she seemed relieved by him explaining the very true reasons why he had already been considering the war. It wasnt about her.

Even so, Pellmia slapped the side of his head. That was the best he got from his new Skill? He wondered how bad the original had been.

Ryoka had no such benefit.

You have to turn back. I dont want you all to die.

She said that, bold as brass, to House Veltras, House El, and Terlands folk, who had all gathered around. The [Lords] and [Ladies] shifted.

You speak as if you believe there is no chance wed win. The Dawn Concordat has mustered the greatest army, and their champions. They are not far behind Ailendamus in numbers and we will be joining them.

You havent got a chance. Not against that Great General. I know it sounds like Im lying, but

Tyrion Veltras nodded thoughtfully and stopped one of House Els [Ladies] from kicking Ryoka in the back.

I believe you. I can sense her from here.

Ryoka Griffin looked up gratefully. But the [Lord] just rested a hand on the saddle of his horse.

Yet I will do nothing if I cannot see Sammial. If I do not hold himif he is not returned to House Veltras, I will go to battle. And I include your freedom in that demand, Ryoka Griffin. I assume you have been sent to discuss the matter? We will negotiate the restthat is my demand. Ryoka Griffin and Sammial Veltras return under oath from King Itorin himself, witnessed. If I have that before the battle draws to a close, I will speak to my allies. Perhaps convince them to turn back.

If he did not do battle, the Lightheralds attack would be disastrous. Tyrion still weighed the very real aggression of Ailendamus in the balance.

However, if Ryoka Griffin and Sammial were freedhe would withdraw from this battle.

If not the war.

That level of duplicity was so cunningor just unexpectedthat Ryoka Griffin just took it at face value. And so did everyone else. She nodded to Tyrion and turned.

II can do that! I think I can talk the people down, and Ill make sure they do. I think someone in Wistram is even showing Sammial. Theyre doing a tourcheck your scrying orbs!

She turned, and Tyrion caught her.

Where are you going? You should sit, talk. At least tell me how Sammial is eating. Has he causedincidents?

And we can wipe that nose. That is the ugliest nosebleed Ive ever seen.

Buscrei added. But Ryoka was shaking her head.

I have to stopArchmage Eldavin. Im sorry! I need to catch him, and hes all the way in Pheislant.

Theres no way youll reach Pheislant by nightfall. Theres two nations between here and the coast!

Ill get a teleport! The Great General can send me.

Tyrion Veltras saw everyone recoil and added that to his list. So the Great General was not only able to send that spell that nearly killed the Griffin Queen into the skya Tier 6 spell?but also teleport Ryoka two nations across.

That definitely factored into Ryokas offer. Pellmia nudged Tyrion as Ryoka turned, arguing her way back to Ailendamus lines.

Dont you have to say something? Shes about to leave.

Ive said everything

Go, dead gods, Tyrion!

Then he found Pellmia shoving him forwards and the others stepping back. Ryoka turned, and her blind apprehension and worry was like a reflection of how he sometimes felt.

ErTyrion. Lord Veltras. I, uhwe didnt get to bring it up, but about your proposal. The thing isIm going to have to decline. And I dont want you to think

Swey covered his eyes and Buscreis. Theyd forgotten about the proposal. But Lord Pellmia clasped his hands together like a man looking for a miracle. Tyrion Veltras looked at Ryoka, and the list of injunctions like, dont try to kiss her, and no marriage offers, dont talk about expected children, floated through his mind.

What he said was all hed decided over all the thinking, in the background of his mind.

I withdraw that. I was clearly in error.

Ryoka relaxed slightly, and Tyrion heard someone sigh.

Iits just

Tyrion nodded slowly.

I know you may not be interested, or what I ask was far too direct. I understand this. I hope, Ryoka Griffin, that you will simply visit us again. You saved my sons lives. I think you give them something I have forgotten how or never had. That is what I hope you will consider, once this is over and we are returned to Izril.

Ryoka Griffin froze as Pellmia clutched at his chest like a man sensing a class consolidation. She inhaled sharply and then looked at him.

Icould do that.

He watched her fly off, without anything more. Not much was said, in truth, but that was how Tyrion best communicated. He saluted her with a sword as Pellmia collapsed into Buscreis arms in a dead faint of relief.

Someone find me a scrying orb. I will watch for my son.

And he did. Tyrion sat, feeling light and relaxed, waiting to see what the future held. Pellmias head rose, and he bellowed.

[Lord of Love and Wine]! Its a miracle!

Tyrion Veltras actually smiled. He was in the middle of toasting Lord Pellmia Quellae, the hero of every lost battlefieldin lovewhen Jericha rushed in.

Lord Veltras. The Wind Runner is on the orb.

Tyrion turned and dropped the goblet as he saw Ryoka Griffin meet Archmage Eldavin.

The goblet rolled upon the ground in the silence.

Authors Note: I have an assistant. Ive mentioned it in Contacts, but I now have a fanmail and inbox for business too. If you need to reach out, rest assured I have a Salii. Does that mean Im Orjin? Nono. My arms are too weak. Anyways

Day 3. My stream-watchers can testifyIve just paused after about 6 hours of writing for today. I dont want to cut it here, but I think I have to.

Its about quality. In a regular chapter, Id just continue tomorrow, but I am writing another chapter tomorrow.

So here it has to end. I could push, but Ill lose my energy for the week and the ending will be rushed.

Im now behind my schedule. But well see if I catch up tomorrow or what. Anyways, each chapter has ended with a cliffhangerbut I am now getting to the cliff, then jumping off.

The Wind Runner is on the move once more. Did you enjoy it? Let me know and just wait. I have four more days to see how far I get.

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