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Skyevi entered a crystalline cavern similar to the one Alunia had been sealed in slowly, the only difference was that the crystalline walls were a deep black and the room was bigger. She was dressed in the attire of the a priestess, and I got the feeling this memory happened long before any of the other memories. My suspicion was confirmed when I saw the person imprisoned in the transparent crystal.
Skyevi looked rather surprised, and approached with caution. She saw the young man imprisoned there, eyes wide open and bloody wound unhealed. His right arm was stretched out forward, as if he’d been reached for something, and part of the crystal protruded with it. She reached out attentively, her middle and pointer finger touching the palm of his hand through the crystalline prison.
A moment later, the crystalline battier was gone and he blinked, icy cold hand closing over her warm one. She jumped back as he came alive, drawing her katana at the same moment he snapped out of it and pointed his lance at her, the blade only inches away from her neck as the tip of her katana steeled pointing at his heart.
“W-who are you?” He stammered, “Where is Alunia and Myoninla?”
“I’ve got no idea who you are talking about.” She said, looking shaken. “You may call me Sora. Who, and what are you?”
“None of your business, human.” He said coldly, jerking his lance toward her to kill her, even though she was fast enough and moved in time to avoid the attack. He blocked a few of his strikes with ease, but as he jumped off the platform although he landed on his feet and slashed at her with his lance, he fell to his knees when the wound in his chest started bleeding.
She stood over him, watching him attentively as he tried to stand. He couldn’t and lost consciousness shortly there after.
Skyevi stood in front of the small wooden hut that had been assigned to her near the base of the mountain. Building the town under the sanctuary mountain, Neivila was a slow process and she was one of the handful of people that had joined the procession.
“Skyevi, are you sure about this?” The young woman who had been appointed the village’s healer asked, looking worried. “He’s not from here. He’d an outsider. Where did you find him again?”
“Collapsed near the foot of Neivila mountain.” Skyevi replied, “He probably got in from one of the entrances we don’t have guarded. If he causes any trouble, I shall take full responsibility.”
“Don’t tell anybody about him.” The woman said attentively. “Nobody will want to hear of an outsider here, he could be a spy from another race trying to claim this sacred land.”
“Don’t worry.” Skyevi said putting a hand on her shoulder. “You should head back, your other patients are waiting for you.”
She nodded saying, “Good luck.”
Skyevi reentered the small cabin, not surprised to see he was still unconscious. She’d already eaten and started checking the points on her other arrows, and checked her inventory of them to see if she needed to tell the council to add more arrows to the next list of delivered items. It took two weeks to get any type of supplies from the nearest town to Neivila. She didn’t want to fully depend on her sword, for archery was a more useful skill when it came to hunting and guarding since much of it was done from afar.
She picked up the lance the young man had wielded, she was storing it with her weapons, but thought better of it and decided to keep it in the shed of tools that was beside the one-room cabin. When she reentered the room, he stirred and blinked a few times before looking over to her as she entered the room.
“Where…am I?” He asked.
“You are in the settlement beside the sacred mountain Neivila. You are injured, so I suggest you don’t try pulling anything like you did before. How did you come to be here? And how did get into the cavern under Mt. Neivila?”
“I don’t know.” He replied. She scanned his eyes for lies, but decided to ask a few more questions before she believed his memory had failed.
“What year is it?”
“I don’t know.”
“Do you remember anything more this?”
“Yes, passing out before. Why were we fighting?”
“I would like you to tell me that. What is your name?”
“Reluzera, I think.”
“What county are you from? Ragnarok? Nohin? Genzia? Mazar? Kremedkai?”
“I don’t recognize those names.” He said, sounding a little attentive.
“Dalmara, the isolated island?”
“Doesn’t sound familiar.”
“Do the names ‘Alunia’ or ‘Myoninla’ sound familiar?” She asked, saying the two names carefully. It was the only real information she had about him.
“No.”
“And yet you remember your name.”
“Are you going to turn me in to some kind of council? I’m not lying to you, I swear, I don’t remember anything but my name fore then and I don’t recognize any of those names.”
She wrapped her fingers around the small crystalline stone in her pocket, and looking him in the eye while summoning the jewel’s power she asked, “Do you remember anything from before I found you?”
“No.” He replied, not blinking. She let go of the jewel, and as expected he grimaced from the headache the jewel gave its ‘customers’.
“You should rest.” She said standing up. “If you want to stay here you have to join this community and help with the hunting, building, and guard duties. You will get no special treatment, and you would start once your wound is healed. If you do not want to stay here, no matter what I do or say they shall either throw you out of Neivila or torture you until you regain your memory or die, whichever comes first.”
“I don’t have much of a choice then, do I?”
“If you wanted to live, then there would not be much of a choice.”
“I suppose I’ll help you and your group set up a town here, then.”
“When you are healed enough to walk, I shall present you before the court and tell them you wish to help settle this location, then. You should get some rest, I need to join the others at the entrances for the night guard. In the morning a friend of mine shall come to tend your wound, if anybody else comes here do not make any sound. They shall not come in for it is not common courtesy to enter a woman’s home, but don’t let anybody know you’re here. It is doubtful they’d think to ask questions before killing you.”
She picked up her bow and arrows and slid the katana into her belt adding, “Oh, and don’t go near the village. This hut is near the foot of the mountain and set aside from the rest of the village. If you get too close-”
“Somebody will see me and I’ll be killed, right?”
“Correct.”
“Is there anything I can do without being killed?”
“Not really. At least, until I get you verified. You’re lucky it was me who found you rather than one of the other inhabitants of this village. They’d of left you for dead, or brought you to the council to be killed. Even if they did decide no to dispose of you, the council owes me a favor so even though you won’t be trusted, they won’t be able turn me down easily as they would others.”
The next day, Skyevi proceeded to find her friend at the infirmary, Mayori, during her break.
Mayori looked up, her eyes clouding slightly when she saw Skyevi as she said, “I know that look in your eyes. Don’t tell me, you need me to get a change of clothes for Reluzera because you know the court won’t like to have a bloody untrustworthy spy in their group?”
“He’s an amnesiac.” Skyevi retorted, “I used the Infinity Tear on him and he still said no when I asked him if he remembered anything.”
“Yes, but how much faith can we put in that thing?”
Skyevi pursed her lips saying, “Don’t doubt divine power. Can you do it?”
She sighed saying, “Yes, there are a few patients in the infirmary about his size I could say they’re for.”
“Good.”
“Wait!” She said, jumping to her feet and grabbing the sleeve of Skyevi’s white shirt. “Why do you want to help him so much? Don’t you realize how dangerous this is?”
“I want to know who he really is.” Skyevi replied after a pause, “He doesn’t look like he’s from any of the other countries, and I want to know why.”
“Is that really all?”
“I also want to know why he was imprisoned under the sacred mountain, and what Kirhlm lu Gsv Hvzovw Gizrgli means.”
“That’s tongue of the ancients, before the War of Gods.”
“I know.” Skyevi said pulling out of Mayori’s grip, “That’s why I want to know what it means.”
“Please think about this before you do anything too drastic. I sent a letter to my grandmother, and she said there was a Reluzera in legends from the War of Gods.”
“You think he’s some kind of reincarnation, then?”
“Maybe.”
“It is nothing I cannot handle. Don’t worry, I’ll be fine.”
“It’s been a week.” Skyevi said tossing him the pile of clothing. “It may not be the right size, but you can’t present yourself in front of the council in those blood-stained torn clothes.”
“I thought the rations in this place were tight.” He said through the door.
“They are.” Skyevi replied while watering a small patch of flowers in front of the hut. “Mayori got them saying they were for one of the sounded soldiers in the infirmary.”
“She sounds like a good friend.” He replied, “She seems a little overly-concerned though. She doesn’t trust me, does she?”
“Mayori isn’t originally from the same town as me, she originally came from Nohin. We were part of the same city-state when we came here, I didn’t know her all too well before then. You wouldn’t guess it from her personality, but she’s trustworthy and good at keeping secrets.”
“She’s that good of a liar?” He asked and stretched in the morning sun.
“Yes.” Skyevi confirmed. She looked him over saying, “The shirt is a little floppy and your boots are terribly worn, but you’re passable.”
“Shall we go then?”
“Yes, best you don’t wander off. Or else-”
“Yeah, I know. I’ll be killed or tortured then killed, right?”
“Said it too many times, have I?”
“A few.”
“At least you remember.”
“I probably won’t forget until the day I die, pun intended.”
She smiled slightly as she placed her bow just inside the door of the hut, only bringing her sword.
“Let go then.”
Aside from a few strange looks, they made it through the town without any problems. They’d left early, so most of the inhabitances had left for hunting, gathering, or whatever other jobs they were appointed. The basic construction around the council’s building had been completed so the majority of the builders and other all around ‘thugs’ were on the outskirts of the town. They reached a large wooden structure which Skyevi identified as the council’s meeting hall. She’d arranged for the meeting the day before.
The room that the members of this council wasn’t what an outsider would expect, for it was very plain. The desk the four people of the council sat at was a long half circle, made of dark cherry wood. Two of the council members were male, the other two female.
Skyevi bowed her head, and Reluzera also did so remembering what she’d told him the day prior.
“Council, this is Reluzera.” Skyevi said looking up. “He wants to join this community and the movement to start a town around Mt. Neivila.”
“How did you learn of this project, Reluzera? What was your previous occupation?” The older of the two male members asked, “You look a little Ragnarokain, I suppose.”
“I do not know, sir.” Reluzera replied, “I don’t have any memory before being found by the group of people bringing supplies here to Neivila. I was wounded, but I do not remember how or why.”
“You have no memory of your previous involvements in Ragnarok?” The younger female member asked.
“None.” He replied.
“Skyevi,” The older man addressed, “How did you get involved with him?”
“I was assigned to help the crew bring the goods in with Mayori and they asked if I knew him because I’ve been around Gaia. I did not, but I volunteered to watch him until he was healthy enough to be presented before you.”
“Why were we not told of him sooner?” The younger of the females asked snottily.
“I sent the girl Nari to tell you, I suppose she did not make it here.”
“Nari and her family were only here during the last shipment of supplies. Did she not tell you that when you sent her?” The younger woman scolded.
“Then forgive me, your ladyship.” Skyevi said with a bow.
“He may stay.” The older man, he looked to be around sixty, said leaning back. The two younger members of the council gave him looks like he’d gone senile in old age, and he continued, “You said your name was Reluzera, correct?”
“Yes sir.”
“Are your wounds completely healed?”
“Almost.”
“You shall be assigned to assist with organizing and stocking equipment that is delivered during shipments. You also shall help with the night guard with Skyevi, and run any errands she may need you to do. You shall stay at the community lodging and receive meals there. Any other questions?”
“No sir.”
“Thank them properly!” Skyevi hissed.
“Uh, thank you.” Reluzera said bowing his head.
“You are dismissed. Skyevi, please stay a moment longer.”
“Go ahead.” Skyevi said calmly.
After Reluzera had left the older council member cautioned, “Skyevi, you shall held responsible for whatever trouble he may cause, and are to watch him. Understood? I would not do this if anyone but you were asking.”
“Understood.” She replied. “Thank you.”
Skyevi glanced over at Reluzera, who had apparently fallen asleep during the guard shift. The night guard started at midnight and ended at dawn, and he wasn’t fully healed yet, so it wasn’t surprising. It was also very peaceful in front of the waterfalls that guarded Neivila. She was the only able guard at the main entrance to Neivila.
She had her katana with her along with her bow and a few dozen arrows. Should an intruder appear, she was ready.
She heard footsteps behind her and immediately tuned around to see who it was. She couldn’t tell if the person was male or female, for a white cloak covered the person’s body and the hood his or her face.
“The path you walk is dangerous.” The person said softly.
“If you all have such doubt in me,” Skyevi countered guessing it was one of the villagers playing a prank, “Then why don’t you stop me?”
“It is up to you to pick your path. Remember, Reluzera is not the only one that has to regain memories.”
“What is that supposed to mean?” Skyevi asked stringing an arrow to her bow.
“Simply that there are things you need to remember if you wish to succeed, your path is dangerous enough with knowledge, but should you stay ignorant to the truths of this world the path is fatal.”
“Is there a path that does not, one day, lead to death?”
“Not for a human, unless the human strives to become more.”
“Tell me what you mean by ‘more’.”
“I am not the informant, simply the messenger. I wish you well.” The person said with a bow, and when the young priestess blinked, the person was gone.
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