Chapter Seven - Follow the Yantos Brick Road
Hitomi walked. Faster, faster, along the path which she knew so well. She reached a small section divided into two roads, one leading to the monastery and the other away from Amosyan.
Hitomi bent down near an old looking Nega Willow tree and brushed her slim fingers along part of its outgrowth roots. A small carving caught her touch. An arrow, pointing to the left. Getting up, she made her way through the path that was directed. Not long after, she reached the entrance of the monastery. But something was wrong.
Hitomi felt stray rubble and brick against her legs. Signs of struggle. The monastery was damaged.
She needed to find the monks.
"Kafel! Saimon!" Hitomi called out and started lifting up pieces of rubble, throwing them aside, desperately.
A groan caught her ears.
"Kafel!" Hitomi followed the sound to an upturned piece of rubble and searched.
"Hito-Hitomi," the monk said weakly. "Is that you?"
Hitomi nodded, "Are you alright? What happened?"
The monk tried to speak, but exhaustion took him over. He fell limply. Hitomi realised he was in no position to recount what had happened. She would have to do this a different way.
Placing her palms on the monks temples, Hitomi felt the familiar rush of energy inside her. Her abilities were coming through.
Hitomi found herself in the monastery again. But this was different. She was watching in on a scene.
"Where is the scrolls of Yan?" she watched the tanned man dressed in royal robes assault a molish monk. She could feel his pain, she could understand the situation. And when the monk gasped out a, "Princess Melosa" Hitomi knew what she had to do.
Hitomi awoke from the memory. Something was fluttering by her feet, she felt it land on her toes. She picked it up. It was a piece of torn paper, old, from the wrinkling and possibly from a book. It had words on it, Hitomi knew, as she knew she could never read them. She pushed it away in her pocket.
"Don't worry," Hitomi assured the monk, "Help is on its way." Already monks from other parts of the monastery were pouring in to help the injured. Hitomi got up. Her time here was over. She had a new mission.
To warn Princess Melosa.
Making her way back to the section that had brought her to the monastery, Hitomi knew this time she would choose the right path.
Brackus was feeling...odd. His heart was beating, he was sweating a bit, and he could feel a rush of excitement pour into him. This was it.
Flinch and Malco waited for their masters orders. They were sitting down in the castle of Infinor. After the excursion to the monastery, Brackus seemed...different. He didn't talk, or snap at them, he seemed in his own world. And his eyes reflected greed, selfishness and evil.
"M-Master?" Flinch squeaked. He was rather bored, and wanted to get on with things. However, he needed to let Brackus know in the nicest, most humble way possible.
Brackus moved his gaze to the nervous scientist. There was something eerie about the way he looked at things now.
"What do we know about the Scrolls of Yan now?" Brackus suddenly spoke.
Flinch gave an internal sigh. Now he could speak.
"Well, your eminence," he started, "We now know that in order to become a bearer of the Scrolls of Yan, one has to destroy its last heir."
Brackus' steely glance made Flinch shudder, "And who is this?"
Flinch cleared his throat. Malco grunted.
"Your, er, niece. Melosa Sumling, aka, Princess Melosa of Sumos."
Brackus turned, and gave a small smile.
"Your eminence, may I ask- how are we going to retrieve the scrolls?"
Brackus answered precisely.
"Obviously she has them in her posession. I will request them to be given to me: and if she fails to comply...-"
Brackus's eyes glazed over.
"-I will have to use a form of...persuasion."
Flinch immediately queried him again. "But how, my lord?"
Brackus thumped the table with his fist causing Malco to twitch and Flinch to jump back with a squeal.
"Do you take me for a fool, Flinch? Did you not think your master would have something better up his sleeve than what you have in mind? I will interrogate the damsel at the ball. The Radosian Royal's Ball."
Flinch nodded his head in agreement nervously.
"Wise decision, master..."
Brackus leaned back with a sneer on his face.
"Prepare my suit, Flinch. We are leaving once again."
The image of the princess played around in his mind. He was waiting...
