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War of the Runes, Ch. 1 Unity
The harsh and torrent wind buffeted the small ship, and its two passengers as it made its way through the Eastern Sea that separated the great nation of Toran and the mysterious island that was to be their destination. With every crash of the ship as it lurched its way through the waves of a sea at unease, the two passengers were greeted by the salty waves that lapped over the sides of the boat and splashed against their faces and clothes, soaking them in the horribly cold water.
"How much longer do you think we have?" The first traveler asked his companion, his voice strong yet young as if he held an inner confidence and strength that seemed able to move the heavens. It wasn't arrogance, it was knowing his place in the world and accepting it. Wrapping the large traveling cloak tightly around his body, he realized too late that he succeeded only in soaking himself further, for the cloak made an exceptional sponge.
"As if I would know!" The second young man said, his voice, though softer, echoed the same sure logic for life as his friend's. "I've never been there before, I can only assume we're heading the right direction."
"Lofty expectations. How can you be so sure?" Said the first young man, turning his head to peer at his friend from under the hood of his cloak.
"Well, as neither of us are guiding this ship, we can safely assume it will take us where we need to go." The second commented, continuing after a moments thought. "It's like Captain Rowd used to say, 'knowing your path will only start your journey, you must act to see it through'."
"Jowy, of all the brilliant military geniuses in the world, you have to quote a man who was neither brilliant nor a military genius." The first young man said, rolling his eyes at his friend's statement.
"Just because a man is a coward, a liar, a murderer and a rat bastard, doesn't mean he can't be right once in a while."
"You have a fair point." He said, laughing at his friend's commentary. "But I would have been more impressed had you taken credit for the quote yourself. Tell me Leon Silverburg said it, that would have been impressive."
"Leon Silverburg did say it, he stole it from Rowd." Jowy said, staring fixedly at the island that had now come into view.
"Now I've lost respect for him too." "See why I didn't take credit for it?" Jowy remarked. "But I'm surprised to hear you say you have respect for Leon Silverburg."
"Well, and let me quote someone worthwhile for a change, as Grandpa Genkaku used to say, 'respect for your enemies is respect for all life. It's easy to hate your enemy, but life respects all things.' But what I'm surprised about is to hear you speak about the war at all. It's been 15 years since the war. Why the sudden nostalgia now?"
"Honestly I don't know. Maybe I'm getting introspective in my old age."
"Yeah...we don't age Jowy, remember?" The first young man said, the boat sliding against the shoreline of the island they had come in search of.
"Our bodies don't age, but our mind do Riou." Jowy answered, leaping lightly from the boat and walking to the bow of the ship to help his friend pull it ashore, keeping it from drifting into the sea. "Imagine how old we'll feel in 300 years. Kind of frightening isn't it?"
"I'd rather not think about it myself." Riou answered, turning to stare at the large citadel that rose from the forest and seemed to support heaven itself. With his right hand, Riou unclasped the clip holding his cloak together and allowed the sodden material to fall wetly to the ground in a great heap. "What I'd like to know is what is this place, and why were we summoned here?"
"That was my idea." The soft, fluent voice of the woman who seemed to appear out of the mist of space itself spoke, tilting her head slightly at each young man in turn. "Forgive the melodrama, I am afraid with the current situation destabilizing more rapidly than I had hoped, I had to be somewhat cryptic."
"Lady Leknaat?" Riou spoke first, staring at the woman who had guided both Jowy and himself to obtain their runes. But before Riou could voice any further questions that seemed to flood into his mind, Jowy spoke the one that both wished to know.
"Please milady, explain the situation that has you concerned enough to summon us both. What is destabilizing?"
"Perhaps we should discuss this inside. Most of the others are already here." Leknaat said, smiling sadly as she turned to guide the two young rune bearers through the path of Magician Island into the great hall of the crystalline citadel.
Riou and Jowy could not contain their surprise and wonder at the vast beauty of the glittering castle, and felt compelled to explore every recess of the great structure, but suppressed any desire to go exploring until they knew the reason they were summoned. Leknaat led the two up the spiraling staircase, each taking as much opportunity as possible to gaze at the various pictures and ornaments that peppered the walls.
After what seemed a day's journey up the unending stairs, the three had reached the upper most level of the fortress, prompting the two young men to pause as she turned to address them. "You may be surprised to see some familiar faces, and I'm sure there are faces you won't recognize. But if we are to succeed, we will all be needed to combat this threat. I will explain more once we enter the Great Hall."
Saying nothing else, Leknaat walked to the great wooden doors, not at all surprised as the doors opened smoothly for her to enter, yet her two young companions did not elicit the same reaction. The cavernous chamber was brightly lit from what seemed a thousand candles, and the large, stain glass window sporting the image of a great dragon set within the high wall did nothing less than beautify the already auspicious room.
However, the finely crafted furnishings and delicate decorations held the two young men's attention only briefly, it was the others gathered within the room that drew their notice. Five bodies were spread throughout room, all eyes on the three who now entered. As Leknaat had advised, two of the five Riou and Jowy had recognized from the Dunan Unification War.
The first, was the eternally beautiful woman Sierra, her long silver hair curled hypnotically at the bangs and framed her face in a halo of platinum silk that drew any man's attention to her beautiful eyes. It was from there that she would trap her prey, for Sierra was not an ordinary woman. As a vampire and possessor the Moon Rune, one of the 27 True Runes, ordinary was not a word that fit her.
Standing next to, yet some distance away from Sierra was a man whose very presence emanated confidence. Wearing the black and dark blue robes he was so known for, Mazus stared around the notably impressive collection of people within this room as if there should be no doubt he belonged here. In truth, he did, for though he possessed no true rune, his power was beyond many that could be considered "normal" humans.
Jowy and Riou moved out from under the entrance and walked to a nearby vacant area where they studied the remaining members of this assembly with interest. A man standing at the front of the circle, with long, silver hair flaked in black streaks that remained only as a reminder of his long forgotten youth seemed to make the most impact, not for sheer presence, but because of his garments. Dark gray armor, decorated with gold and green settings gave him both a kindly and terrifying appearance. His face, smooth despite his apparent age, was uncovered and two dragon-like fins that set on either side of his head decorated the band used to restrain his long hair from falling into his face.
Next to him was a figure that was impossible to discern whether it was male or female, as the person was hunched in the dark shadows of the room. It could not be determined for certain, but Jowy was sure the figure was mumbling to him or herself as if managing a very difficult equation.
"Has there been any word from him Hellion?" Leknaat asked the final person gathered within this group. She was easily the oldest looking among the group, with kindly features that somehow reminded Riou of someone's grandmother. Her dusky, sand-colored robe hung loosely over her frail form, and she looked to be leaning heavily on her staff.
"No Lady Leknaat, I'm afraid there hasn't been." The aged woman replied, her voice kindly echoing throughout the cavernous chamber.
Leknaat breathed heavily before closing the circle as she stood just inside the doorway. "I feared as much. His absence will make this so much more difficult."
"You needn't worry Leknaat," Mazus began. "If you had any reservations about this task before it began you wouldn't have summoned us to begin with. Besides, I'm here and that should account for something."
The man with the dragon markings on his armor stared fiercely at the offending magician, but was only one to do so. Sierra held her usual detached demeanor, the woman Hellion smiled kindly as if tolerating a insubordinate child, Jowy and Riou continued to stare about the assembly in a puzzled manner, and the hidden figure relentlessly mumbled to itself. Leknaat fought only to restrain her own sigh, she had hoped for some degree of continuity between those she had gathered together. Thus far she had not found it.
"A little humility would do you well Mazus."
"Joshua," Leknaat spoke softly, turning everyone's attention to her. "We cannot afford internal discord. We have no time for senseless bickering. I was hoping another would join us, but he does not seem to be coming. We will begin regardless..."
Yet, as if on cue for the meeting, or whether arriving simply when he had determined he would, the final person Leknaat had been expecting arrived. No one needed to ask his name, and Jowy and Riou recognized him immediately as Tir McDohl. But this was not the same McDohl Riou knew 15 years ago. His usually bright yet horribly clashing clothes of yellow trousers and red tunic topped with his trademark green bandana were gone. Now he wore loosely fitting leggings of ebony black and a sleeveless charcoal tunic. His once notable green bandana was replaced by black, the tails of which hung to his waist. The only color that seemed to reflect his once former attire was the long green cape the stretched over his shoulders and brushed the floor; a gift from a very dear friend.
But it wasn't the clothing Riou first noticed it was his eyes. Riou remembered being told his eyes once held the same shine; the same glitter McDohl's eyes had shone. But there was no glitter in the dark orbs that stared out at the group before him, only a hollow shell of himself. Riou thought, looking at him, that Tir may have become the most recent victim of the rune he held within his hand. The thought was disturbing and Riou fought to suppress the shudder that had moved up his spine.
Leknaat moved toward her right to make room for the new companion, however McDohl paid no attention to the invitation. Quickly sweeping his eyes over the gathered crowd within the chamber he walked quietly to the far wall, pressing his back against the flat of the wall, arms crossed over his chest, head bowed.
Leknaat let pass Tir's unwillingness to join the circle and turned to again address the group before her. "Now that Tir has joined us, we can proceed." Leknaat replied with a definite note of relief echoing from her voice. Looking at Tir and his apparent emotional state, many within the assembly room pondered if Leknaat's confidence in the bearer of the Soul Eater was warranted. "As many of you are sure to have already determined, Luc is not among us today. Unfortunately, he has seen fit to defy me, defy God and defy his place as a True Rune bearer. We can only surmise his intentions, and then only begin to guess what he may be capable of doing. But we believe it is of grave significance, lest I would not call upon you all.
"As difficult as this is for me to believe, as difficult as it is for me to want to believe, I have no choice but to assume my sister Windy may be behind this." Leknaat finished.
"What evidence do you have of this Lady Leknaat?" The tall man named Joshua inquired, his sharp eyes closing slightly in an intense stare that Leknaat could not see but hear in his voice. He did not doubt her, but Joshua knew first hand of Windy's power, and even witnessed the collapse of Gregminister. He was not one to discount miracles, but felt it unlikely Windy would appear after 18 years of apparent death.
"I understand your apprehensions Joshua, and appreciate them. I have no evidence, just a feeling. When Gregminister fell, I did in fact receive the second half of the Gate Rune, which I chose to allow everyone to believe was still missing. I then gave the rune to Hellion, as she has succeeded me as seer for Toran and has proven herself worthy of the rune. I myself had survived without both halves for so long, I didn't feel the need to accept the burden of the front half of the Gate Rune.
"But, a true rune can only be handed over for one of three reasons. The rune bearer dies, in which case, the rune itself attaches itself to whoever is closest. I was not near the place where Windy fell. The True Rune bearer could have willingly given up the rune, meaning she was alive when she passed it off, but Windy would not pass it to me. No, what I believe is the most likely possibility is that she obtained a second True Rune that forced hers from her body. As you know, her body was never found, and I do believe she found that rune."
"And what rune would that be?" The shadowy figure spoke finally, breaking away from the constant mumbling. The voice coming from the unknown person was that of a man, an old and tired man, yet his voice seemed to resonate power.
"Barbarosa died, but was buried without his true rune, the Sovereign Rune. It is that rune which I believe Windy has acquired."
"Okay, so what about Luc then?" Jowy inquired, not sure what the significance of Windy was.
"Luc seems set on a path of destruction. I can tell you that, from our observations, he has obtained the services of Yuber. Since that is the case, we must stop him. Even without knowing his final objective, it is safe to assume Yuber was summoned to assist in some degree of destruction, destruction reminiscent of Windy's obsessive goal. That is why we believe she is somehow involved."
"That is quite a bit of assumption Lady Leknaat," Sierra spoke, her silky voice smoothly filtering through the air. "From what you've told us, there is no legitimate fear from Luc, only that he's gone off on his own. Could it be that your desire to involve us is somehow related to the betrayal you feel for Luc finally wishing to get out from under your thumb?"
But it was Hellion who addressed Sierra's question. "As seer, it is my duty to gaze into the probable future of our planet and determine when threats arise. This is one such time. Luc will, very soon, gain the status of bishop within the Holy Kingdom of Harmonia. Additionally, Luc's ultimate goal is to obtain all five of the true elemental runes. From what I have been able to foresee, his intention is to destroy the True Wind rune. Anything beyond that however is hidden from me."
A swell of murmurs echoed throughout the chamber as each tried to grasp the weight of the statement. Everyone seemed to shift nervously except McDohl, who had not moved during the entire speech.
"Is such a thing possible?" Riou asked, looking unconsciously at his right hand.
"We can only speculate." Leknaat continued. "We know for certain that Luc will certainly try. If he has recruited the services of Yuber, then he most certainly believes he can." Leknaat paused and took a deep, weary breath. "Luc also took Sarah with him, a shrine servant of a race whose entire existence is so enveloped in magic that it flows through their very blood."
"Cindar..." The shadowy man croaked simply, giving no explanation to his answer or deduction.
"Indeed, and she could tip the balance in Luc's favor most dramatically."
Sierra however was not convinced. "I still do not see evidence to believe your former puppet would try to destroy his rune. What does he hope to gain?"
"Revenge." Leknaat answered. "Revenge for being born, or rather created by the Harmonian leader, Hikkusek. Luc is merely a clone of Hikkusek, and was created solely to house a True Rune. Because of that, Luc has come to despise his existence, and despite my best efforts, wishes to destroy Harmonia for his revenge. Windy would be the greatest of his allies to help him accomplish this goal."
"So, Luc, Yuber, Sarah and this Windy person. Is that why you brought us together?" Jowy asked.
"Partly. If everyone is in agreement, then I will tell you all what I need from you." Leknaat said, turning her face to each in turn.
"Well, I think I'd like to test myself against this little girl you're so worried about Leknaat. Sarah is it? I think I can handle her." Mazus said, his face gleaming in confidence.
"No Mazus, I have a different task for you." Leknaat replied, looking blinding at the mage. "For Luc and his companions, I would like Riou, Jowy, Sierra and Tir to handle that."
"So, who's in charge of this group?" Riou asked, looking at Jowy and expecting Leknaat to advise it should be one of the two holders of the Rune of Beginning.
"Tir will take command." Leknaat answered as the three members of the party stared at the form of Tir McDohl, who still had not moved and may have dozed off for all they could discern.
"Are...are you sure?" Riou asked, looking back at Leknaat his face painted with a look of utmost confusion.
But it was Sierra who responded before Leknaat could answer. "What's wrong little boy? Upset about being passed over? It's probably only because Shu isn't here to tell you what to do."
Riou's face went scarlet, either from anger or embarrassment. Jowy however looked as if he hurt himself from trying not to laugh.
"Are you with us then Sierra?" Leknaat asked, choosing to avoid the vampire's statement.
"I still don't believe in what you're saying, but eternity does get rather boring. I could use an interesting travel and I think I might have some fun with this group." Sierra smiled, baring her fangs at Riou and Jowy who looked ready to bolt for the door.
"Very well. Hellion, Joshua and myself will continue to monitor the situation from here. If things go as we fear, we will need to take more direct action."
"Indeed," Joshua said, bowing his head in respect to Leknaat. "I will advise Millia to take command in my absence and direct Futch to scout the area Luc is heading and look for anything that appears out of the ordinary. The more eyes the better."
"Sounds like a good idea." Sierra cooed, arching an eyebrow slightly. "I have a...friend who's good at snooping around as well as finding trouble, it might not be bad to have him look into some things."
"Excellent idea." Leknaat responded, pleased that Sierra was taking initiative in the mission at hand. Though for all she knew, Sierra's idea of fun could involve anything.
"What about me?" Mazus said, stepping forward as if insulted he had been overlooked all together. "Surely you didn't call me here to hear your wonderful plans and tell you your brilliant."
Leknaat took a deep breath and gathered her thoughts before proceeding. She was sure this would be harder than convincing Sierra to help.
"Pesmerga." Leknaat said simply, letting the name send a brief chill throughout the chamber.
"What about him?" Mazus said, still annoyed Leknaat had not answered his question.
"If Yuber is involved, we can assume Pesmerga will not stay quiet. If Pesmerga and Yuber fight, and one destroys the other, that would throw the balance of order within this world off, giving the advantage to either Dharma or Chaos. Pesmerga and Yuber are archangels, for lack of a better term, for their respective order. Their battle could be our undoing, especially in this delicate time. That is why we need them separated. For that reason Mazus, I need you and Crowley to find Pesmerga and keep him from interfering."
Mazus looked as if he has swallowed a lemon. His eyes squinted and his face soured as he stared at the holder of one half of the Gate Rune. "You brought me here to baby sit? Tell me you want me to oppose Windy, that's a threat I'd be willing to undertake, but I don't like having my power used for some menial task. I'm not a chaperone."
"You sound nervous Mazus." Crowley replied, stepping from the shadows, no longer muttering to himself but eyeing Mazus with amusement.
"I sure as Hell don't want to do it working with you." Mazus said again. "I don't need your help."
"That is why you will never beat me Mazus, you're only concerned with beating me. I seek only to best myself." Crowley said, looking around at the assembly. "Isn't that the greatest triumph of any mortal? To be better than they were. That is truly the only judge of life. But Mazus," Crowley said, turning his attention again to his former pupil. "If you think you can subdue Pesmerga yourself, then prove it."
The younger mage stared at his teacher, but did not answer. He knew what Crowley wanted. Wanted him to agree, to accept the mission of stopping Pesmerga. And as much as Mazus hated the idea of wasting his magic for such a feeble task, he didn't want to back down from the challenge Crowley issued either. Closing his eyes and nodding once, Mazus committed himself to the task at hand, and learned a new level of hate for his teacher.
"And what about Windy?" Tir finally spoke, startling everyone within the room. His voice soft and hollow much like the image that shined from his once brilliant eyes. Leknaat didn't answer immediately, but waited, letting the pain from Tir's voice leave her troubled heart. She wondered if the young man would have the strength to maintain the group that she had put him in charge of.
"We need not worry about her for now. She'll show herself when the time comes, that is one of the contingencies we three will be looking to stop when the time should arise. For now, let us worry about the task at hand. I thank you all for your cooperation in helping me in this matter. It seems as though the Runes are willing the world to fight against each other one more time." Leknaat replied, bowing slightly in reverence to her friends who came in spite of their own lives. She could not express her gratitude to them. "Together, we can hold off the destruction. I thank you all."
Tir pushed himself from the wall and left the chamber, not bothering to see if anyone was following as he made his way down the spiraling staircase, leaving Riou, Jowy and Sierra to follow.
"What happened to him?" Riou asked, watching the once great general depart. "I don't remember him being that...distant."
"The Soul Eater." Sierra said simply, looking at the youngest true rune bearers amongst them all. Seeing they were not satisfied with her quick answer, she added, "Every True Rune bearer has a curse. If you want to know McDohl's curse, you should ask him." And as if her thoughts of her own curse troubled her, Sierra gently pushed her way past Jowy and Riou and followed McDohl into the courtyard.
"You think our runes will do that to us?" Jowy asked, looking worriedly at his right hand. Riou answered only by shrugging his shoulders. Like everything involving his rune, he'd rather not think about it unless he had to. For Riou, the future was too far away to worry him.
Mazus was the next to leave, followed by Crowley. Neither man spoke to the other as the younger mage still fumed over his apparent task. Though no appearance of pleasure at Mazus' unwanted mission graced Crowley's face, a light of enjoyment shined in his ancient stormy eyes.
Leaving to initiate his appointments to both Millia and Futch, Joshua bowed slightly to Leknaat and left the chamber. He promised he would return within the week, and if he were to complete that promise, he would need to leave immediately.
"Do you think we will succeed?" Hellion asked her friend, watching Joshua walk from the hall.
"You're the seer, you should know these things." Leknaat smiled despite herself.
"Yes, but even I can't tell the outcome, whether we're doing the right thing or not. I can only hope we'll know that answer when everything is done."
"Only history may know that answer for sure." Leknaat sighed heavily, the years she bore the True Gate Rune and worked as the keeper of the balance had neither been enjoyable or easy. "But this is only our first step. We'll need to alert Geddoe and Wyatt as well. The more eyes we have open, the better prepared we'll be."
"What about Windy?"
"McDohl is involved, she'll make herself involved. She still wants his rune after all." Leknaat let out a long breath. "We can prepare for that contingency, let us only hope our other fears do not come to bear."
"Indeed, hope is all we truly have."
-To Be continued.
Author's note: I think this chapter may be more confusing than I intended, certainly longer than I thought. But keep this in mind, this is what I wanted Suiko III to be like. There will be some eventual pairings as well. No Yaoi though, I don't go for that. But any thoughts and suggestions would be great. And I'd like to know if anyone could figure what other problems Windy and Hellion were referring to. Just like to hear your opinions and ideas...and of course reviews. Thanks much.
War of the Runes, Ch. 1 Unity
The harsh and torrent wind buffeted the small ship, and its two passengers as it made its way through the Eastern Sea that separated the great nation of Toran and the mysterious island that was to be their destination. With every crash of the ship as it lurched its way through the waves of a sea at unease, the two passengers were greeted by the salty waves that lapped over the sides of the boat and splashed against their faces and clothes, soaking them in the horribly cold water.
"How much longer do you think we have?" The first traveler asked his companion, his voice strong yet young as if he held an inner confidence and strength that seemed able to move the heavens. It wasn't arrogance, it was knowing his place in the world and accepting it. Wrapping the large traveling cloak tightly around his body, he realized too late that he succeeded only in soaking himself further, for the cloak made an exceptional sponge.
"As if I would know!" The second young man said, his voice, though softer, echoed the same sure logic for life as his friend's. "I've never been there before, I can only assume we're heading the right direction."
"Lofty expectations. How can you be so sure?" Said the first young man, turning his head to peer at his friend from under the hood of his cloak.
"Well, as neither of us are guiding this ship, we can safely assume it will take us where we need to go." The second commented, continuing after a moments thought. "It's like Captain Rowd used to say, 'knowing your path will only start your journey, you must act to see it through'."
"Jowy, of all the brilliant military geniuses in the world, you have to quote a man who was neither brilliant nor a military genius." The first young man said, rolling his eyes at his friend's statement.
"Just because a man is a coward, a liar, a murderer and a rat bastard, doesn't mean he can't be right once in a while."
"You have a fair point." He said, laughing at his friend's commentary. "But I would have been more impressed had you taken credit for the quote yourself. Tell me Leon Silverburg said it, that would have been impressive."
"Leon Silverburg did say it, he stole it from Rowd." Jowy said, staring fixedly at the island that had now come into view.
"Now I've lost respect for him too." "See why I didn't take credit for it?" Jowy remarked. "But I'm surprised to hear you say you have respect for Leon Silverburg."
"Well, and let me quote someone worthwhile for a change, as Grandpa Genkaku used to say, 'respect for your enemies is respect for all life. It's easy to hate your enemy, but life respects all things.' But what I'm surprised about is to hear you speak about the war at all. It's been 15 years since the war. Why the sudden nostalgia now?"
"Honestly I don't know. Maybe I'm getting introspective in my old age."
"Yeah...we don't age Jowy, remember?" The first young man said, the boat sliding against the shoreline of the island they had come in search of.
"Our bodies don't age, but our mind do Riou." Jowy answered, leaping lightly from the boat and walking to the bow of the ship to help his friend pull it ashore, keeping it from drifting into the sea. "Imagine how old we'll feel in 300 years. Kind of frightening isn't it?"
"I'd rather not think about it myself." Riou answered, turning to stare at the large citadel that rose from the forest and seemed to support heaven itself. With his right hand, Riou unclasped the clip holding his cloak together and allowed the sodden material to fall wetly to the ground in a great heap. "What I'd like to know is what is this place, and why were we summoned here?"
"That was my idea." The soft, fluent voice of the woman who seemed to appear out of the mist of space itself spoke, tilting her head slightly at each young man in turn. "Forgive the melodrama, I am afraid with the current situation destabilizing more rapidly than I had hoped, I had to be somewhat cryptic."
"Lady Leknaat?" Riou spoke first, staring at the woman who had guided both Jowy and himself to obtain their runes. But before Riou could voice any further questions that seemed to flood into his mind, Jowy spoke the one that both wished to know.
"Please milady, explain the situation that has you concerned enough to summon us both. What is destabilizing?"
"Perhaps we should discuss this inside. Most of the others are already here." Leknaat said, smiling sadly as she turned to guide the two young rune bearers through the path of Magician Island into the great hall of the crystalline citadel.
Riou and Jowy could not contain their surprise and wonder at the vast beauty of the glittering castle, and felt compelled to explore every recess of the great structure, but suppressed any desire to go exploring until they knew the reason they were summoned. Leknaat led the two up the spiraling staircase, each taking as much opportunity as possible to gaze at the various pictures and ornaments that peppered the walls.
After what seemed a day's journey up the unending stairs, the three had reached the upper most level of the fortress, prompting the two young men to pause as she turned to address them. "You may be surprised to see some familiar faces, and I'm sure there are faces you won't recognize. But if we are to succeed, we will all be needed to combat this threat. I will explain more once we enter the Great Hall."
Saying nothing else, Leknaat walked to the great wooden doors, not at all surprised as the doors opened smoothly for her to enter, yet her two young companions did not elicit the same reaction. The cavernous chamber was brightly lit from what seemed a thousand candles, and the large, stain glass window sporting the image of a great dragon set within the high wall did nothing less than beautify the already auspicious room.
However, the finely crafted furnishings and delicate decorations held the two young men's attention only briefly, it was the others gathered within the room that drew their notice. Five bodies were spread throughout room, all eyes on the three who now entered. As Leknaat had advised, two of the five Riou and Jowy had recognized from the Dunan Unification War.
The first, was the eternally beautiful woman Sierra, her long silver hair curled hypnotically at the bangs and framed her face in a halo of platinum silk that drew any man's attention to her beautiful eyes. It was from there that she would trap her prey, for Sierra was not an ordinary woman. As a vampire and possessor the Moon Rune, one of the 27 True Runes, ordinary was not a word that fit her.
Standing next to, yet some distance away from Sierra was a man whose very presence emanated confidence. Wearing the black and dark blue robes he was so known for, Mazus stared around the notably impressive collection of people within this room as if there should be no doubt he belonged here. In truth, he did, for though he possessed no true rune, his power was beyond many that could be considered "normal" humans.
Jowy and Riou moved out from under the entrance and walked to a nearby vacant area where they studied the remaining members of this assembly with interest. A man standing at the front of the circle, with long, silver hair flaked in black streaks that remained only as a reminder of his long forgotten youth seemed to make the most impact, not for sheer presence, but because of his garments. Dark gray armor, decorated with gold and green settings gave him both a kindly and terrifying appearance. His face, smooth despite his apparent age, was uncovered and two dragon-like fins that set on either side of his head decorated the band used to restrain his long hair from falling into his face.
Next to him was a figure that was impossible to discern whether it was male or female, as the person was hunched in the dark shadows of the room. It could not be determined for certain, but Jowy was sure the figure was mumbling to him or herself as if managing a very difficult equation.
"Has there been any word from him Hellion?" Leknaat asked the final person gathered within this group. She was easily the oldest looking among the group, with kindly features that somehow reminded Riou of someone's grandmother. Her dusky, sand-colored robe hung loosely over her frail form, and she looked to be leaning heavily on her staff.
"No Lady Leknaat, I'm afraid there hasn't been." The aged woman replied, her voice kindly echoing throughout the cavernous chamber.
Leknaat breathed heavily before closing the circle as she stood just inside the doorway. "I feared as much. His absence will make this so much more difficult."
"You needn't worry Leknaat," Mazus began. "If you had any reservations about this task before it began you wouldn't have summoned us to begin with. Besides, I'm here and that should account for something."
The man with the dragon markings on his armor stared fiercely at the offending magician, but was only one to do so. Sierra held her usual detached demeanor, the woman Hellion smiled kindly as if tolerating a insubordinate child, Jowy and Riou continued to stare about the assembly in a puzzled manner, and the hidden figure relentlessly mumbled to itself. Leknaat fought only to restrain her own sigh, she had hoped for some degree of continuity between those she had gathered together. Thus far she had not found it.
"A little humility would do you well Mazus."
"Joshua," Leknaat spoke softly, turning everyone's attention to her. "We cannot afford internal discord. We have no time for senseless bickering. I was hoping another would join us, but he does not seem to be coming. We will begin regardless..."
Yet, as if on cue for the meeting, or whether arriving simply when he had determined he would, the final person Leknaat had been expecting arrived. No one needed to ask his name, and Jowy and Riou recognized him immediately as Tir McDohl. But this was not the same McDohl Riou knew 15 years ago. His usually bright yet horribly clashing clothes of yellow trousers and red tunic topped with his trademark green bandana were gone. Now he wore loosely fitting leggings of ebony black and a sleeveless charcoal tunic. His once notable green bandana was replaced by black, the tails of which hung to his waist. The only color that seemed to reflect his once former attire was the long green cape the stretched over his shoulders and brushed the floor; a gift from a very dear friend.
But it wasn't the clothing Riou first noticed it was his eyes. Riou remembered being told his eyes once held the same shine; the same glitter McDohl's eyes had shone. But there was no glitter in the dark orbs that stared out at the group before him, only a hollow shell of himself. Riou thought, looking at him, that Tir may have become the most recent victim of the rune he held within his hand. The thought was disturbing and Riou fought to suppress the shudder that had moved up his spine.
Leknaat moved toward her right to make room for the new companion, however McDohl paid no attention to the invitation. Quickly sweeping his eyes over the gathered crowd within the chamber he walked quietly to the far wall, pressing his back against the flat of the wall, arms crossed over his chest, head bowed.
Leknaat let pass Tir's unwillingness to join the circle and turned to again address the group before her. "Now that Tir has joined us, we can proceed." Leknaat replied with a definite note of relief echoing from her voice. Looking at Tir and his apparent emotional state, many within the assembly room pondered if Leknaat's confidence in the bearer of the Soul Eater was warranted. "As many of you are sure to have already determined, Luc is not among us today. Unfortunately, he has seen fit to defy me, defy God and defy his place as a True Rune bearer. We can only surmise his intentions, and then only begin to guess what he may be capable of doing. But we believe it is of grave significance, lest I would not call upon you all.
"As difficult as this is for me to believe, as difficult as it is for me to want to believe, I have no choice but to assume my sister Windy may be behind this." Leknaat finished.
"What evidence do you have of this Lady Leknaat?" The tall man named Joshua inquired, his sharp eyes closing slightly in an intense stare that Leknaat could not see but hear in his voice. He did not doubt her, but Joshua knew first hand of Windy's power, and even witnessed the collapse of Gregminister. He was not one to discount miracles, but felt it unlikely Windy would appear after 18 years of apparent death.
"I understand your apprehensions Joshua, and appreciate them. I have no evidence, just a feeling. When Gregminister fell, I did in fact receive the second half of the Gate Rune, which I chose to allow everyone to believe was still missing. I then gave the rune to Hellion, as she has succeeded me as seer for Toran and has proven herself worthy of the rune. I myself had survived without both halves for so long, I didn't feel the need to accept the burden of the front half of the Gate Rune.
"But, a true rune can only be handed over for one of three reasons. The rune bearer dies, in which case, the rune itself attaches itself to whoever is closest. I was not near the place where Windy fell. The True Rune bearer could have willingly given up the rune, meaning she was alive when she passed it off, but Windy would not pass it to me. No, what I believe is the most likely possibility is that she obtained a second True Rune that forced hers from her body. As you know, her body was never found, and I do believe she found that rune."
"And what rune would that be?" The shadowy figure spoke finally, breaking away from the constant mumbling. The voice coming from the unknown person was that of a man, an old and tired man, yet his voice seemed to resonate power.
"Barbarosa died, but was buried without his true rune, the Sovereign Rune. It is that rune which I believe Windy has acquired."
"Okay, so what about Luc then?" Jowy inquired, not sure what the significance of Windy was.
"Luc seems set on a path of destruction. I can tell you that, from our observations, he has obtained the services of Yuber. Since that is the case, we must stop him. Even without knowing his final objective, it is safe to assume Yuber was summoned to assist in some degree of destruction, destruction reminiscent of Windy's obsessive goal. That is why we believe she is somehow involved."
"That is quite a bit of assumption Lady Leknaat," Sierra spoke, her silky voice smoothly filtering through the air. "From what you've told us, there is no legitimate fear from Luc, only that he's gone off on his own. Could it be that your desire to involve us is somehow related to the betrayal you feel for Luc finally wishing to get out from under your thumb?"
But it was Hellion who addressed Sierra's question. "As seer, it is my duty to gaze into the probable future of our planet and determine when threats arise. This is one such time. Luc will, very soon, gain the status of bishop within the Holy Kingdom of Harmonia. Additionally, Luc's ultimate goal is to obtain all five of the true elemental runes. From what I have been able to foresee, his intention is to destroy the True Wind rune. Anything beyond that however is hidden from me."
A swell of murmurs echoed throughout the chamber as each tried to grasp the weight of the statement. Everyone seemed to shift nervously except McDohl, who had not moved during the entire speech.
"Is such a thing possible?" Riou asked, looking unconsciously at his right hand.
"We can only speculate." Leknaat continued. "We know for certain that Luc will certainly try. If he has recruited the services of Yuber, then he most certainly believes he can." Leknaat paused and took a deep, weary breath. "Luc also took Sarah with him, a shrine servant of a race whose entire existence is so enveloped in magic that it flows through their very blood."
"Cindar..." The shadowy man croaked simply, giving no explanation to his answer or deduction.
"Indeed, and she could tip the balance in Luc's favor most dramatically."
Sierra however was not convinced. "I still do not see evidence to believe your former puppet would try to destroy his rune. What does he hope to gain?"
"Revenge." Leknaat answered. "Revenge for being born, or rather created by the Harmonian leader, Hikkusek. Luc is merely a clone of Hikkusek, and was created solely to house a True Rune. Because of that, Luc has come to despise his existence, and despite my best efforts, wishes to destroy Harmonia for his revenge. Windy would be the greatest of his allies to help him accomplish this goal."
"So, Luc, Yuber, Sarah and this Windy person. Is that why you brought us together?" Jowy asked.
"Partly. If everyone is in agreement, then I will tell you all what I need from you." Leknaat said, turning her face to each in turn.
"Well, I think I'd like to test myself against this little girl you're so worried about Leknaat. Sarah is it? I think I can handle her." Mazus said, his face gleaming in confidence.
"No Mazus, I have a different task for you." Leknaat replied, looking blinding at the mage. "For Luc and his companions, I would like Riou, Jowy, Sierra and Tir to handle that."
"So, who's in charge of this group?" Riou asked, looking at Jowy and expecting Leknaat to advise it should be one of the two holders of the Rune of Beginning.
"Tir will take command." Leknaat answered as the three members of the party stared at the form of Tir McDohl, who still had not moved and may have dozed off for all they could discern.
"Are...are you sure?" Riou asked, looking back at Leknaat his face painted with a look of utmost confusion.
But it was Sierra who responded before Leknaat could answer. "What's wrong little boy? Upset about being passed over? It's probably only because Shu isn't here to tell you what to do."
Riou's face went scarlet, either from anger or embarrassment. Jowy however looked as if he hurt himself from trying not to laugh.
"Are you with us then Sierra?" Leknaat asked, choosing to avoid the vampire's statement.
"I still don't believe in what you're saying, but eternity does get rather boring. I could use an interesting travel and I think I might have some fun with this group." Sierra smiled, baring her fangs at Riou and Jowy who looked ready to bolt for the door.
"Very well. Hellion, Joshua and myself will continue to monitor the situation from here. If things go as we fear, we will need to take more direct action."
"Indeed," Joshua said, bowing his head in respect to Leknaat. "I will advise Millia to take command in my absence and direct Futch to scout the area Luc is heading and look for anything that appears out of the ordinary. The more eyes the better."
"Sounds like a good idea." Sierra cooed, arching an eyebrow slightly. "I have a...friend who's good at snooping around as well as finding trouble, it might not be bad to have him look into some things."
"Excellent idea." Leknaat responded, pleased that Sierra was taking initiative in the mission at hand. Though for all she knew, Sierra's idea of fun could involve anything.
"What about me?" Mazus said, stepping forward as if insulted he had been overlooked all together. "Surely you didn't call me here to hear your wonderful plans and tell you your brilliant."
Leknaat took a deep breath and gathered her thoughts before proceeding. She was sure this would be harder than convincing Sierra to help.
"Pesmerga." Leknaat said simply, letting the name send a brief chill throughout the chamber.
"What about him?" Mazus said, still annoyed Leknaat had not answered his question.
"If Yuber is involved, we can assume Pesmerga will not stay quiet. If Pesmerga and Yuber fight, and one destroys the other, that would throw the balance of order within this world off, giving the advantage to either Dharma or Chaos. Pesmerga and Yuber are archangels, for lack of a better term, for their respective order. Their battle could be our undoing, especially in this delicate time. That is why we need them separated. For that reason Mazus, I need you and Crowley to find Pesmerga and keep him from interfering."
Mazus looked as if he has swallowed a lemon. His eyes squinted and his face soured as he stared at the holder of one half of the Gate Rune. "You brought me here to baby sit? Tell me you want me to oppose Windy, that's a threat I'd be willing to undertake, but I don't like having my power used for some menial task. I'm not a chaperone."
"You sound nervous Mazus." Crowley replied, stepping from the shadows, no longer muttering to himself but eyeing Mazus with amusement.
"I sure as Hell don't want to do it working with you." Mazus said again. "I don't need your help."
"That is why you will never beat me Mazus, you're only concerned with beating me. I seek only to best myself." Crowley said, looking around at the assembly. "Isn't that the greatest triumph of any mortal? To be better than they were. That is truly the only judge of life. But Mazus," Crowley said, turning his attention again to his former pupil. "If you think you can subdue Pesmerga yourself, then prove it."
The younger mage stared at his teacher, but did not answer. He knew what Crowley wanted. Wanted him to agree, to accept the mission of stopping Pesmerga. And as much as Mazus hated the idea of wasting his magic for such a feeble task, he didn't want to back down from the challenge Crowley issued either. Closing his eyes and nodding once, Mazus committed himself to the task at hand, and learned a new level of hate for his teacher.
"And what about Windy?" Tir finally spoke, startling everyone within the room. His voice soft and hollow much like the image that shined from his once brilliant eyes. Leknaat didn't answer immediately, but waited, letting the pain from Tir's voice leave her troubled heart. She wondered if the young man would have the strength to maintain the group that she had put him in charge of.
"We need not worry about her for now. She'll show herself when the time comes, that is one of the contingencies we three will be looking to stop when the time should arise. For now, let us worry about the task at hand. I thank you all for your cooperation in helping me in this matter. It seems as though the Runes are willing the world to fight against each other one more time." Leknaat replied, bowing slightly in reverence to her friends who came in spite of their own lives. She could not express her gratitude to them. "Together, we can hold off the destruction. I thank you all."
Tir pushed himself from the wall and left the chamber, not bothering to see if anyone was following as he made his way down the spiraling staircase, leaving Riou, Jowy and Sierra to follow.
"What happened to him?" Riou asked, watching the once great general depart. "I don't remember him being that...distant."
"The Soul Eater." Sierra said simply, looking at the youngest true rune bearers amongst them all. Seeing they were not satisfied with her quick answer, she added, "Every True Rune bearer has a curse. If you want to know McDohl's curse, you should ask him." And as if her thoughts of her own curse troubled her, Sierra gently pushed her way past Jowy and Riou and followed McDohl into the courtyard.
"You think our runes will do that to us?" Jowy asked, looking worriedly at his right hand. Riou answered only by shrugging his shoulders. Like everything involving his rune, he'd rather not think about it unless he had to. For Riou, the future was too far away to worry him.
Mazus was the next to leave, followed by Crowley. Neither man spoke to the other as the younger mage still fumed over his apparent task. Though no appearance of pleasure at Mazus' unwanted mission graced Crowley's face, a light of enjoyment shined in his ancient stormy eyes.
Leaving to initiate his appointments to both Millia and Futch, Joshua bowed slightly to Leknaat and left the chamber. He promised he would return within the week, and if he were to complete that promise, he would need to leave immediately.
"Do you think we will succeed?" Hellion asked her friend, watching Joshua walk from the hall.
"You're the seer, you should know these things." Leknaat smiled despite herself.
"Yes, but even I can't tell the outcome, whether we're doing the right thing or not. I can only hope we'll know that answer when everything is done."
"Only history may know that answer for sure." Leknaat sighed heavily, the years she bore the True Gate Rune and worked as the keeper of the balance had neither been enjoyable or easy. "But this is only our first step. We'll need to alert Geddoe and Wyatt as well. The more eyes we have open, the better prepared we'll be."
"What about Windy?"
"McDohl is involved, she'll make herself involved. She still wants his rune after all." Leknaat let out a long breath. "We can prepare for that contingency, let us only hope our other fears do not come to bear."
"Indeed, hope is all we truly have."
-To Be continued.
Author's note: I think this chapter may be more confusing than I intended, certainly longer than I thought. But keep this in mind, this is what I wanted Suiko III to be like. There will be some eventual pairings as well. No Yaoi though, I don't go for that. But any thoughts and suggestions would be great. And I'd like to know if anyone could figure what other problems Windy and Hellion were referring to. Just like to hear your opinions and ideas...and of course reviews. Thanks much.