174 Trials of time (2/2)
”Before, I was just a farmer in Massalia, but now, I have powers beyon…”
”Massalia?” Cutting him right in his tracks, she was extremely surprised to hear this word. But soon, she realized something that made all the problems and issues she met to this day look logical. The fact that the undead helped humans recently and not a long time ago. Everything, in short. She hardly heard what the One Reborn was saying after that.
”Yes, Massalia. My place, before all of this. One day, I woke up, only to find out I was in this body, with weird memories inside my head. And that huge creature covered in fur, those goauts looking at me, telling me to take care of the circles of stones. But they didn't know, they didn't know it was me. They thought I was someone else, and then, I saw the humans.” Clenching his fist, he smacked the arm of the demon near him, releasing his hatred.
”Treated like mere cattle, like some cows or something. And in my head, a myriad of spells, something that only magicians should know. And those symbols, everywhere. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw that head, that was giving me all of this, causing me pain each time I tried to forget. It was like I was given a second life, I was reborn, to make all of them pay. The human that gave me information, the monster in fur that told me to guard the stones, the demons that hunted the humans. HAHAHA”
Laughing madly, he extended his arm as he was slowly rotating his body, watching every corner of his room. Looking at all those symbols that made no sense to him, but that he knew were important. He remembered graving them into the circles of stones because he was ordered to. Only after stopping his laughter did he remember he had a guest, and he was not talking to a mindless lich again.
”But you arrived. You, the one that is supposed to be their enemy. So, all the time I waited is finally worth it. Now, will you …”
”Zärtar Kûrlam ô Jyzref.” Her infantile voice once more cut him, but like precedently, he was not angered. After all, she was his ticket for his revenge. However, this time, she pronounced something he had no idea what it was. Trying to repeat those words, he could hardly see where was the verb or a name.
”Not understanding it? Really?” Her white eyes could not express any emotions, but if they could, right now, it would only be sheer disappointment. The One Reborn did not talk about Candaith, even after she mentioned that space bunny. Nor did he understood what she just said. That meant he was not the one she was looking for, or should she say, he was no longer the one she was looking for.
”Tell me, did I missed it by a hundred or years or more? Never mind, it doesn't matter anyway. He will probably know more.” ”He-e? Who-o?” Even if she hadn't change the tone of her voice, he could feel in his guts that she was not as friendly as she was before. No, it was even worse, she was considering him as her enemy. But that was impossible for him to believe that.
”No, no, no, NO! The demons ARE YOUR ENEMY! IT WAS CREATED LIKE THAT! I WAS THERE, I WAS THE ONE THAT DID IT!” Each word was pronounced with more strength than the precedent, as a pathetic attempt to convince Leilade. But she was already convinced, totally, to be honest. Only, it was something different that the One Reborn imagined.
”You, or should I say, the one that Akama trained, was present, it is a fact. However, it seemed that as Malakov experienced it, you humans are truly a pain in the ass. Always trying to remember, always seeking your past. Because of your selfishness, you almost ruined their plans. Luckily, I was too arrogant for my own good.” He could not see it or even feel it, but she had already manipulated the shadows to wait right under his feet. Because it was time for her to leave.
”What? Why? How? I don't understand, why are yo … ARGH! MY HEAD!” Knocking once more his mask, she noticed some familiar traits appearing as it was distorted under the might of the bone hands. Not caring at all, she levitated the mask toward her, while modifying it slightly, just enough to see the face of the old Akama appearing.
”MY MASK! GIVE IT BACK!” Softly touching the stolen good, she did not even raise her head at this order. Soon, the screaming of the lich was silenced by the tentacles that appeared from the ground, ambushing the undead caster. Absorbing his memories, it was not as bad as the one of the Akûl she encountered, in the depths of the Wild Mountains. But still, it was only some fragments here and there, as the only intact images she had was after the One Reborn attacked the demons.
However, in her search, she noticed a very small spark that did not belong to the soul itself. Grasping it very carefully, she barely used her soul to see what was inside. To her surprise, she saw a small debate between Akama and Candaith, before the former approached the undead once more and murmured some stuff. She couldn't hear what he said, but it was easy to read on his lips that it was insulting toward the spatial mage.
Laughing at this sight, she did not disperse that foreign spark but instead transfer it to her inner soul. There, her other personality lifted her eyebrows at this sight, not knowing what the main Leilade was up to. ”See for yourself. Also, take care of him.” Leaving the spark like that, the young white soul looked with surprise at the exchange between the two men, before smiling too. Gazing at the mud she had wasted before, it didn't take long for her to build another statue, only this time, without any other intentions.