A/N: I really don't know what to make of the previous episode. It felt rushed and I'd like to see Cara as a baneling for longer. But seeing Ted Rami again was all right. Then I'll admit that when Nicci returned with blonde hair, I was startled, confused, and a little pissed off. And I've been lazy…as far as this story goes.
Chapter 6
Stories of the Past
Nicci had been in Winmoor for almost a week now. The young couple who's home she was staying in were Flynn and Annabelle, the first people to get married in the town after construction was finished. Giller had been asking her for any info on Jagang, who was in the land of Anderith, hiding.
"So what does Anderith have to do with 'land of bells'?" Nicci questioned Giller.
"Anderith's east border is lined with a defense known as the Dominie Dirtch. They are bells powered by an unknown magic. Somehow a tribe that became the Haken people in Anderith was able to pass through the defenses. But that's all I was taught. Can you tell me everything you know about Jagang?"
Nicci took a deep breath. "Jagang was born in the city of Altur'Rang in the Old World. He was the second youngest of seven children and ended up being a bit neglected. He happened to be very close to my mother before meeting the leader of the Fellowship of the Order, Brother Narev. Because of that man, he and my mother didn't get married. Oh, and he's 178 years old."
Giller mouth dropped and his eyes slightly bulged. "How…how is that possible?"
"Under the magic of the Palace of the Prophets people live longer than they should. It basically retards aging."
"But isn't that place for wizards and Sisters the of Light. What would a dream walker be doing there?"
"Being trained. He was the first and only person I was ever allowed to train in any way."
"What happened?"
Nicci calmly looked at the ceiling. "The Palace of the Prophets was in the city of Tanimura, where my mother went to after an incident. She never told me what it was. I looked about 19 or so when I became a Novice and given my final task: to train a magical being. Jagang had arrived there almost a week later and he was placed under my charge." She sighed. "He was such a wonderful person at first, but as he continued on, I feared for many others, including my self. I tried to convince the Prelate to let him go, but she wouldn't. He had been there for 143 years when he reached his full power."
"The palace went into chaos soon after. He gained the minds of the Sisters of the Dark easily and broke away at our defenses. The Old World would be at war for the next 10 years, seven of them I spent hiding in the cellars of the Palace, directing our troops from the shadows."
She slowly stands and walks over to the door, stopping right before opening it. "I need to finish what I started. Goodbye, Giller. And tell Flynn and Annabelle thank you for the room and board." Nicci left the house and started for the western gates, heading towards her final destination: Anderith.
Jagang stood, looking out at the wilds from the Dominie Dirtch. He knew Nicci was coming and his fate. Prophecy spoke of it. One of his men had returned from Winmoor, watching that whore Christabel when Nicci took her on. A soldier armed with a simple crossbow had stopped her, but he knew his time could be coming to an end. He just hoped the Dominie Dirtch could finish her off.
