The Sacred Arms
Chapter 7: Magic! The Final Sacred Arm
Leshimier refused to move for several hours after the group had left. He wasn't able to sleep that night, completely consumed by some unknown fear. The muscles of his demon arm began to cramp, and--despite his best efforts--he was unable to relax the creatures. Finally he settled for cowering in some bushes, eyes alert for any sign that the group was coming back. As the sun began to rise he lost the energy to stay awake, sleeping through the day.
He had nightmares.
When the chimera woke, the burning star was just starting to glow the deep red of sunset. He was trying to decide what to do when a low hum came from a pouch on his belt. The noise startled him out of the bushes, shocking him completely awake.
Shit! The ball. Leshimier quickly fished an obsidian sphere from his pack, sitting crossed-legged on the ground with the sphere by his feet. He raised his hand over the humming gem and paused. He'd lost the three Sacred Arms, not to mention the Armor. He's gonna be madder than a neutered troll. Shit, I gotta think of a story. The sorcerer thought quickly, the stone humming insistently.
Finally he had a fair excuse, waving his hand over the gem. It glowed faintly, the surface growing clear. Within the sphere an image appeared; a tall man sitting easily in a padded throne rested his head against a long, graceful hand. His face was half in shadow, the only clear feature his gently smiling mouth. "Hello, Leshimier." he greeted, voice purring like a pampered cat's. "Have you retrieved the Water Armor?"
The chimera flinched just barely. No matter how many times he was forced to face this man, Leshimier never failed to be awed and humbled by the power he held. His beauty alone was testimony to this. "Well, sir, that is…um…."
The smile slowly fell. "You…haven't?" he guessed.
"I…it was those interlopers!" Leshimier finally confessed. "They beat me here. I don't know how they did, but--"
The man in the ball held up a hand of silence; the sorcerer was quick to obey. His lord sighed deeply. "Tell me plainly, without your useless stuttering, Leshimier." His voice was low, sounding almost bored.
"Well, um, I got to the t-temple just after they d-did." Leshimier licked his dry lips.
"They meaning who?" the man questioned. "Was it the strange girl again?"
Leshimier nodded. "Y-yes. But those others--the ones who helped me get away before--they're with her now."
"Do you know who they are?"
"Other than the girl," the chimera began, feeling a bit more confident when no punishment was delivered, "there were three other sorceresses, a swordsman, and a chimera. One of the sorceresses was referred to as 'Amelia,' and another was Lina Inverse."
At that the man straightened, head rising from its perch. "Lina Inverse?" he repeated, sounding vaguely surprised. Then, very slowly, an amused grin tugged at his lips. "How…interesting. The famed bandit-killer." He returned to his original relaxed position. "The other must be that princess that's been traveling with her. This is getting fun, isn't it?"
Leshimier thought nothing of the sort but agreed anyway. "Shall I go after the last Arm or try to get the others back, sir?"
"Others, Leshimier?"
The chimera cringed. His defeat was a blur of unexplained terror. Over the course of the night he had reasoned that the group had put some kind of spell on him, one to make him hallucinate. The small, blond sorceress….She couldn't have sprouted wings; it was impossible. It's not worth telling him, making him think I was frightened…. "Yes milord. They…overwhelmed me…."
The man waved a hand. "It doesn't matter; we'll get them back."
Leshimier nodded doubtfully. "Then I should…."
"Follow them," the deep voice commanded. "Let them enjoy their victory for now. I will be sending you help."
At this the chimera brightened. "A bounty hunter?"
"No." The man grinned almost maliciously. "Kraias."
Leshimier fell backwards, completely stunned and not a little fearful. "But…but my Lord, isn't that a bit--"
"Kraias will meet you at the temple. He will know what to do." He sighed, sipping delicately from a crystal glass. "You must merely make sure they don't beat you there. Understand, Leshimier?"
"Y-yes, sir." He paused a moment. "Do you think this Lina and her friends are that powerful?" he asked.
The man only smiled. "We shall see."
Zelgadis and Gourry walked side by side, studying the turned backs of the girls in front of them. They didn't speak; they were trying hard to listen in on the others' conversation. The occasional words and facial expressions hinted that they were discussing something very important. The two boys cast each other a glance, puzzlement and curiosity mirrored in the other's face. "What do you think they're talking about?" Gourry asked softly.
Zelgadis shrugged. Even his strong sense of hearing couldn't pick anything up. "Got me." He looked back to the foursome. Tanith was in the middle, Lina and Amelia on either side, Sylphiel next to the princess. The Ruumin was the center of attention, smiling and answering questions from the other three.
"No way!" Amelia exclaimed, quickly hushing herself. "Is that true, Tanith-san?"
She nodded. "Yup. That's the way it works for us."
Lina shook her head, not bothering to hide how impressed she was. "I can't believe it. To be able to do that…."
"Yes," Sylphiel added. "It would be very useful, wouldn't it?"
"A gift of the gods," Amelia agreed.
Tanith grinned. "I was so surprised when I heard that humans were different. I mean, it never occurred to me that it wouldn't be the same for you."
"There have been so many times I've wished things were like that," Lina put in. She grimaced. "We were lucky it didn't happen during Rezo and the others."
Amelia and Sylphiel nodded in whole-hearted agreement. "That's very true," the former said.
"What comes in handy is that it can actually enhance magic." Tanith was thoroughly enjoying their expressions. "And during 'that time,' it really makes up for the inconveniences."
"I wish I was a fairy," Amelia said wistfully,
"Me too," Sylphiel added.
"I don't wanna be you, Tanith," Lina spoke up. "No offense. But being able to use magic during 'that time of the month' would be great."
Zelgadis approached from behind, curiosity getting the better of him. "What are you all talking about?"
The four turned as one, shouting "Nothing!" with wide, angry eyes and red faces. They glared at the chimera as though he had interrupted the most important conversation in the history of the world, every one trying to hide a flash of embarrassment. Zelgadis muttered a quick apology before retreating back to Gourry's side.
"They wouldn't tell you?" the swordsman asked.
Zelgadis shook his head, a bit frightened to speak least they turn on him again.
Gourry hummed with thoughtfulness. "Probably girl stuff," he reasoned. "Probably 'that time of the month.'"
Lina and Amelia spun around so fast the two boys didn't have time to react. Seconds later Gourry was face down in the dirt while Zelgadis stood fearful and confused at his side.
"We were not," Lina informed them haughtily, tossing red hair over her shoulder. "What we talk about is none of your business." She loomed over the two. "Understand?"
"Yes, ma'am," they answered, completely sincere.
Tanith giggled as they returned, Zelgadis and Gourry following at a respectful distance. "No one crosses Lina Inverse," she teased.
"Damn right," the sorceress replied, flipping her hair again. "Damn that Gourry. He's such a good for nothing."
"He's not," Sylphiel quickly protested. "You shouldn't say such things, Lina-san."
"Right," Amelia added. "Especially when you like him." The princess was quickly sent back with the two defeated men, a sizable lump forming on her head.
"Any more wise cracks?" Lina asked the group.
No one spoke.
The sorceress snorted. "Good. Let's keep going, shall we?"
Amelia gently probed the bump on the back of her head, wincing. "Lina-san, you didn't have to hit me so hard," she complained. "Now I've got a headache."
"Serves you right," the red-head responded, tossing another log on their fire. "You should learn to think before you speak."
"You never do," the princess muttered.
Tanith smiled, moving to sit beside the girl. "Here Amelia, let me try something." She raised her hands over the offending area, eyes closed in concentration. "Gentle wind with gentle touch," she chanted softly, a white light forming beneath her fingers. "Heal these wounds of flesh and spirit. Healing Winds." The energy touched the princess' head, vanishing as the blond lowered her hands. "Better?"
Amelia nodded carefully, fingers wandering over the once bruised spot. "It's all healed." A wide grin spread across her face. "Thanks. That spell worked great."
"Was it Ruumin magic?" Sylphiel asked.
"Uh-huh." Tanith sat back, accepting the fish Lina handed her, speaking between bites. "We have all types of magic besides attacking spells."
"Fairies are so cool!" Amelia suddenly exclaimed. "Fighting for justice, punishing evil-doers, using magic that heals as well as fights." She clasped her hands together in a dreamy pose. "They're so magnificent."
Tanith laughed, a bit embarrassed by all the attention she was receiving; Lina and the others were going out of their way to keep her spirits up. Not that I'm ungrateful, but it is a little much. "Why do you keep calling me a fairy?" she finally asked.
Amelia's expression slipped further into her imagination, striking various heroic poses. "You protect the innocent, fight for the truth, grant wishes, defy the laws of nature to continue your battle for justice…." She paused, breathing a deep sigh of contentment. "Plus you have those lovely ears and amazing wings."
The group struggled to recover from their exasperation, Lina facing the princess first. "Since when has she ever protected the innocent?" she questioned angrily.
"I've never granted a wish," Tanith objected, turning away to concentrate on her meal.
Zelgadis leaned forward curiously. "What do you mean, 'defy the laws of nature?'"
All the girls nearly choked on their fish, coughing and sputtering that it was nothing. Gourry used their distraction to steal another piece of cooked meat, eating it quickly. Lina caught him and immediately attacked. "What do you think you're doing? That was mine!"
"You already ate two," the swordsman reasoned.
"I was still hungry!"
Gourry shrugged, licking the leftover juices from his fingers. "You could stand to miss a meal."
Lina's face grew bright red, eyes blazing as she stalked towards the blond man. Tanith and the others quickly moved out of the way, huddling across the fire as the two began to fight. "Do they always act that way over food?" she asked.
Zelgadis sat down beside her. "Yes. Especially when we don't catch enough for everyone to eat until they're gorged."
Tanith chuckled lightly, but her tone had become a bit wistful. "I knew someone like that," she whispered, watching to two with clouded eyes.
The chimera watched her for a moment, unsure of how he should react. "Something…bad…happened to you, didn't it?" he asked quietly. Some part of him didn't believe she would answer; secrets were best kept to oneself, after all. But he felt he had to ask, if only for asking's sake.
She shook her head slowly, casting him a brief glance. Tears stung her eyes but were quickly repressed. "More than you could ever know," she whispered, her tone not one of superiority but of truth; he probably wouldn't understand what she'd gone through, if only because of what she was. Tanith closed her eyes, lowering her head to her tucked knees, wanting to be left alone. "And unforgivable," she added softly.
That caused Zelgadis to pause. She was to blame for her sorrows? Tiny pieces of what he knew of her people assembled in his mind, trying to come up with a solution even as he granted her silent wish for solitude. Across the fire, Lina and Gourry finally settled, the former speaking with the remaining two group members of some spell. The fire cracked, logs tumbling onto each other as the bottom of the pile broke.
They live in isolation, leaving only when "called" by the Elements. Zelgadis pulled a small piece of bread from within his cloak, one he'd been careful to hide from his red-headed companion. He nibbled it thoughtfully, gazing into the fire as if to see the answer within the flames. She wasn't "called" by the threat of Shabranigdu, and no other Mages came either. From the way she acts, the others are probably dead. He turned his head enough to see her huddled form. Did she have something to do with their deaths? Did the Ruumin kick her out because of that?
No, he quickly rejected that idea. Even if she accidentally killed one of her own, they don't seem like the type of people to just exile her. And I doubt she killed them directly. An accident seemed the only possible event that came to mind. Perhaps I should ask….
He risked another glance and abandoned that thought as well. We all have secrets, myself included. There are things I could never tell Lina, let alone Tanith. No, the best thing is to let her be. She'll lighten up eventually, and if we need to know it, she'll tell us.
"Hey Tanith!" Lina called from across the clearing. "Sylphiel's gotta question about that healing spell you used."
The blond raised her head as Sylphiel weakly protested. "Lina-san, you wanted to know how it works," she accused.
"You want to know too, don't you?"
"Well, I suppose--"
"Tanith, come on! Wha'cha waiting for?"
Zelgadis leaned back against a nearby tree as the Ruumin moved beside the sorceress. She smiled, acting as though nothing was wrong, spirits starting to lift at the red-head's jokes. The chimera felt his own lips turn up slightly.
She'll be fine.
"So tell us more about this dagger. It's the most powerful, right?"
Tanith nodded, walking easily besides Lina and Gourry. They were a day or two away from the next temple: according to the misted dream-boy, that is. Tanith had talked to him the night before, confirming the location of the shrine.
"The Spirit Dagger, sometimes called the Mage's Tear." Tanith ran a hand through her long hair, massaging one pointed ear. It felt good to not have to bind them to her head. "It's the Arm that represents Paige of the Harbingers."
"He's the one that did Gaia Quake, right?" Amelia asked.
"Right. Whenever Paige is pictured in a painting or story, he is always shown as having one tear in his eye. It's supposedly the way he looked before he died."
Sylphiel spoke up from behind her. "Was he crying because of his friends?"
"What do you think he was crying over?" Lina demanded, exasperated. "Jeez."
Tanith shook her head, looking over her shoulder to speak to the priestess. "Paige had loved Carme, and he was really hurt by his death."
Gourry scratched his head. "I thought Carme was a guy."
Lina was about to hit the man for his stupidity, but then she realized he was right. "They were both guys," she mused, glancing cautiously at the Ruumin. She looked back innocently. Disgust suddenly overwhelmed Lina's expression as she lurched away from her. "Tanith. The Ruumin are 'strange,' aren't they." It wasn't a question.
Tanith couldn't help laughing the sorceress' reaction. "No, no. It's not like that."
Lina eyed her warily. "What is it like then?"
"Paige and Carme loved each other, but they weren't in love," she patiently explained. "Mages get very…intimate, I guess…during their training. They were like really, really close brothers."
"Sounds like some pretty weird brothers to me."
Tanith sighed. "It was friendship, not 'something else.' They were willing to die for each other, and Paige probably thought he should have been able to prevent Carme's death." She tried to think of some example to convince her friend. "If Amelia was killed, what would you do?"
"Hmm…." Lina considered the question very seriously, hand on her chin and eyes closed. Suddenly, she grinned. "First, I'd blow up whoever did it, along with all his buddies."
Amelia came up from behind her. "Lina-san, that's so swe--"
"Then I would run back to Seiluun, cry and act really depressed for Phil-san, and then offer to sacrifice my life to take the poor, lost princess's place as heir to the kingdom."
Tanith shook her head, giving up as Amelia pronounced the red-head a heartless monster. Yet another item on the "do not even try to explain" list. "Are you guys going to let me finish?" she finally interrupted.
"Yes." Lina indifferently dusted off her clothes and swept her hair back. "Please continue."
Why do I bother? "The Mage's Tear is supposed to be the key to the other objects; if you can't break through to it, you can't get the others to work."
"And you say we'll reach the temple tomorrow?" Lina asked.
"Or the day after."
"Great. We'd better stop to rest soon." The sorceress grinned evilly. "We gotta be ready to kick some serious ass."
The Temple of Spirit wasn't a temple in any way by the look from the outside. A small door was embedded into the side of the mountain, warped and hardened with age. Tanith insisted on lightly burning the wood, afraid of hurting whatever was inside. After several minutes of impatient waiting, Gourry easily kicked the door in.
Tanith approached the darkened entrance, raising two cupped hands before her. "Starlight," she whispered, and instantly a white flame formed within her fingers. She cast a grin at the others, leading the way into the temple.
The interior proved to be huge, modeled the same as the Water shrine. A long, tall hallway lead to a stone alter, the final Sacred Arm resting in a bed of velvet and dust. Tanith held her light with one hand, carefully picking the object up, cleaning it on her skirt before showing it to the others.
The silver blade itself was as long as the Ruumin's forearm, set against the hilt with a large, white jewel that matched the color of the one Tanith wore. Blue, feather-like wings spread from just below a handle topped with another white sphere. Circling the jewel, hand grip, and ball was a thin vine, and at wrapped carefully around the top jewel was an elfin figure. Upon closer inspection, Lina and the others could make out a single tear falling from the creature's eye.
"It's beautiful," Sylphiel whispered, clearly awed.
For several more moments the group was silent, each thinking of the story and circumstances that had brought about the legend of the dagger. Tanith held it delicately, emotions wavering from seeing this legendary object, lost for over a thousand years. Somehow she felt drawn to the blade, the weapon radiating an aura of strength and comfort. She looked up to her companions, wishing that they could feel and understand the meaning of this event as she did.
Lina finally broke the spell of silence. "We'd better get going before Leshimier or something shows up." She grinned at Tanith in the magic light. "We've got them all now. That bald freak better not try anything."
Tanith nodded her strong agreement. "If he knows what's good for him," she finished.
The sound was barely audible in the closed cave, yet everyone heard it, spinning quickly to face the entrance.
"You congratulate yourselves too soon. Now come out and be my dinner!"
"Damn," Lina muttered. "I had to say something."
Zelgadis grabbed the sorceress's arm, propelling her towards the door. "Let's get out before he traps us in here."
Tanith, clutching the dagger to her chest, moved quickly towards the exit ahead of the others. If Leshimier was so afraid of me before, she reasoned, He should be doubly so when I'm actually trying to frighten him.
The chimera was standing in plain sight when she came out. The bright sunlight momentarily blinded Tanith after the darkness of the cave. Leshimier hesitated only slightly as she appeared, arm still wrapped in fabric and blade replaced. "So we meet again, little thief."
Tanith tried her best to look confident as she faced him, feeling the others file out behind her. Their presence gave her strength. "You've lost, Leshimier," she announced loudly. "The Sacred Arms are mine."
To her surprise, the man only grinned. "I think not."
The soft whooshing of movement through air was the only warning Tanith got, but it wasn't enough. She barely saw the blur of dark skin, sharp teeth, and clawed hands before some large, heavy object slammed into her side. She was lifted into the air, breath knocked out so hard it made her choke. Somewhere far away several voices were shouting her name. Seconds later the trees caught her, branches breaking with her momentum before dumping her on the forest floor. Thankfully--or not so thankfully--she remained conscious.
Leshimier giggled as she fell, enjoying her pain and the expressions of the others as they could only helplessly watch their friend. "Ladies and gentlemen," he began grandly, drawing their attention away from the girl. "May I introduce my good and dear partner: Kraias, the most powerful Construct in the world." He laughed gleefully as the beast scooped up the dagger that had fallen from Tanith's hand. "Am I worth it now, Lina Inverse?"
The sorceress turned angrily, ready to punch the man in the face. Then Kraias stepped between her and Leshimier, and her plan changed.
Kraias was about half the size of a dragon, his shoulder just a bit taller than Gourry's own height. His large head topped a long, scaled neck with a wide snout and ears like a dog. He stood easily on all fours, hind legs thick and clawed like a reptile's, forelegs about half that size and taloned like a bird. Coarse ebony feathers covered his chest and wrists; the rest of his lengthy body was decorated with black, shining scales. His tail whipped back and forth, red eyes gleaming with intelligence.
"Where the hell did he get something like that?" Lina asked no one in particular. The creature was terrifying, made of at least three kinds of animals, one of which had to be a dragon. Not many sorcerers can pull off something like that, a frightened little voice in her head whispered.
Leshimier flew easily to the creatures back. It snorted once as if displeased, but didn't make any other sound. "Well, Lina Inverse? What do you think?" He giggled again, a high sound that was quickly becoming annoying. "Can even you beat Kraias?"
"Just you wait," she growled. "I'll finish you both with one spell." She raised her hands.
Leshimier paused in his glee, cocking his head. "Dragon Slave?" he asked curiously, then let out a short bark of laughter. "That won't work. Kraias was made from the toughest beasts with the strongest hides. Your little spell wouldn't so much as dent his skin."
Amelia moved beside the red-head. "Is that possible?"
"Unfortunately, yes," Lina growled. "There are some types of sea-serpents that can. If that thing was magic made, it's possible."
"What about the Sword of Light?" Sylphiel asked, fearfully watching the creature.
"I don't know. We'll have to try it." Lina cast a glance to her left. "Amelia, you go check on Tanith; make sure she's all right before coming to help." The girl nodded and was off. "Sylphiel?"
"Yes?"
"You stay back. If Leshimier tries to use a spell, you have to stop it." The sorceress looked at her gravely. "We're counting on you to watch our backs."
The priestess pulled out her scepter. "Okay."
"Zelgadis and Gourry, you're with me. We're going to have our hands full with this monster, so don't worry too much about Leshimier unless he comes after you. Got it?"
"Got it," both replied.
"Let's go."
Leshimier waited patiently while they made their plans, radiating an aura of supreme confidence. Kraias shifted anxiously beneath him, plainly disagreeing with the inactivity. The chimera patted the creature's back with his foot. "Steady there," he soothed. "Let them talk." He grinned, speaking loud enough for the group to hear him. "It'll be their last chance to say good-bye."
Lina glared at the man. "We'll just sees whose 'last chance' this is."
"Ha! So we shall."
Zelgadis attacked with a Flare Arrow, aiming for the bald man. Leshimier dodged easily, landing on a large branch well out of reach. He stood with his hand on his hip, content to let the dragon-monster handle things. Kraias roared a challenge, his voice a cross between a mountain cat and a hawk. It wasn't the deep, booming sound the group had been expecting, but the raptorial tones were frightening enough.
Lina cast a Fireball, aiming for the beast's head. Kraias dodged with quick agility, lashing out with his thick tail in the attack that had caught Tanith. The group scattered, unhurt, and continued the assault.
"Tanith-san! Tanith-san, are you okay?"
The Ruumin slowly pushed herself to a sitting position, arm wrapped about her middle. To her relief nothing was broken--just bruised. She attempted a smile for the princess's sake. "I'm…all right…Amelia…" she managed to gasp out. Then she realized the dagger was gone from her hand. "Where did…?"
"That monster, Kraias, has it," she answered. "Do you want some help?"
Tanith cursed, using words Amelia couldn't understand. She shook her head to clear it. "Help me heal this," she instructed, indicating her painful ribs. "We've gotta hurry and help the others."
Amelia nodded, kneeling beside the Ruumin. Together they healed her bruised body, listening to the sounds of battle just beyond the trees. They were finished fairly quickly, Tanith insisting she would be fine.
They walked in on a pause in the fight. The others seemed fine, save being a bit winded. Lina was muttering under her breath, most likely curses. Gourry's Sword of Light was out and lit, humming softly in the momentary quiet. Zelgadis glanced up as the two came forward. "You okay?"
Tanith nodded shortly, eyes locked on their adversary. Her face reflected a moment of fear, an expression she fought to control. Kraias was inspecting the new-comers, left hand curled around some unseen object. The dagger, she guessed. This isn't going to be easy.
"Give it up, Leshimier!" Lina called to the grinning man. "Tell big and ugly to hand over the Arm before we have to do something unpleasant."
The man's smile only widened. "That's funny, Lina Inverse. I was going to tell you the same thing!" He laughed as if he'd made a hilarious joke. "From this position, it looks like you're the ones who are in trouble."
"Why don't you come down here then?" Lina invited.
"I think not," he replied easily. Then his manner changed, turning from gleeful to maliciously serious. "There's no reason to let you live, especially since killing you would be so much more fun. Kraias, finish them. " He smiled evilly at the group before him as the beast stretched to its full height. "Tonight we'll dine quite well."
The Sacred Arms
Chapter 8: Beast! Battle of the Hearts
Tanith dodged another swiping claw, rolling quickly out of reach. Lina covered her brief retreat with a Freeze Arrow. The projectile landed near Kraias' hind foot, ice pinning it to the ground. He broke out, at the same time striking at Zelgadis with his long tail. Tanith tried her own fire spell, then cursed as it had no affect.
Their numbers had been depleted by half. Amelia had been knocked senseless by the ever-moving tail and was now lying near the door to the temple. Gourry sat propped against the stone wall, bandaging his leg; Kraias had managed to catch him with his talons. Sylphiel knelt at the swordsman's side, trying to heal him as well as keep a constant barrier in place; occasionally the beast or Leshimier tried an attack, hoping to finish any of them. The sorcerer himself didn't fight, only casting a spell now and again if one of the fighters looked to get a lucky shot.
"There's gotta be something that'll work against this freak," Lina cursed during a break in the battle. Zelgadis and Tanith stood on either side of her, both showing signs of fatigue. Kraias, on the other hand, barely looked winded, the dagger still clutched tightly in his left hand. "We can't keep this up."
"Nothing is getting through his skin," Tanith pointed out. "Fire, ice, lightening--"
"Black," Zelgadis added.
"--All of it's useless," the Ruumin concluded. She glanced at the huddled group near the shrine. "And they won't be safe for much longer; Gourry's in trouble and Sylphiel can't spare the energy."
"I know, I know," Lina muttered, not meaning to snap but unable to help it. "Gods, I wish I could just use Dragon Slave."
Zelgadis sighed, mind whirling with trying to come up with a plan. If only Dragon Slave would work, he thought wistfully. Or…maybe the Arms…?
The chimera turned suddenly to face the Ruumin. "Tanith, can't you use the Arms? Even if you don't have the fifth, won't they at least help?"
Tanith's eyes lit with a spark of hope. "Maybe…."
"It's worth a try." Lina quickly removed the bag containing the three Arms, tossing them to the girl. "Hurry up and get them on. Zelgadis and I will keep him busy."
Tanith nodded. "Be careful."
"Haven't you given up yet?" Leshimier called from his tree perch as the two faced the monster. "You're obviously no match for Kraias; why not just turn over the Arms, and we'll let you go."
"Not a chance, baldy!" Lina shot back, attacking with a blazing Gaav Flare. Zelgadis quickly followed with a Fireball, the two casting spells as fast as they could to keep their enemies busy.
Tanith fit the Gauntlets around her wrists and the medallion around her neck. She could almost feel the power they held, hoping that this would work. Please, Sacred Arms, she prayed silently, eyes locking on the creature before her. Help me. Give me your strength. Her gaze darted briefly to the temple. My friends need me.
A swell of power rose within her, body suddenly charging with energy. She was so relieved that she nearly laughed. Thank you! Oh stars, thank you!
"Rage from within, be released," she chanted loudly, raising her hands over her head. "Burn to ashes these enemies in our way." Bright fires leapt from her fingers, swirling about her in a fierce dance. Before her, Leshimier glanced away from the battle. His skin--what could be seen beneath his black paint--paled with the feel of her magic. On her wrist, the Gauntlet of Fire glowed.
"Flame STORM!!!"
Kraias screamed in pain, the heat burning a shallow hole in the once impenetrable hide of his back left leg. Lina cheered in triumph, launching her own Flare Arrow at the injured spot. With another agonized cry, the beast was forced to his knees.
"How is that possible?" Leshimier cried, disbelief and horror splashed across his face. "Kraias is immune to all magic! How could she…." The man turned towards the three fighters, gathered together and grinning at him. Tanith stood in the middle, sunlight reflecting off the bright armor. "The Arms…."
"Ha ha, now wha'da'ya say, Leshy?" Lina teased. "Say good-bye to your precious Kraias."
But the beast apparently had other ideas. Forcing himself upright, Kraias glared at the three. With another loud roar that nearly deafened them, he turned…
…and ran.
Lina blinked in surprise. "What the--"
Kraias moved with a speed not even Zelgadis could hope to maintain. Leshimier cursed and vanished into the forest, leaving a very confused group behind him. He had no intention of staying to face them alone.
"He's still got the Dagger," Zelgadis pointed out, but by the tone of his voice he considered it lost.
Tanith apparently didn't catch the tone. Without a word she spread her wings, startling the two beside her. She glanced at the red-head. "When I tell you, cast Dragon Slave, okay?"
"Wait, what are you--"
"There's no time!" Tanith interrupted, launching herself to the top of the temple, wings beating furiously. I can't let him get away. From the cliff she could see the beast's retreating form; his original northern path had led to a dead end against a mountain, and he was turning back to head southwest. As he passed by the shrine, Tanith cast another Flame Storm. The creature turned, glaring with burning red eyes. He slowly stood on his hind legs, now visible from the waist up above the trees, silently meeting her challenge.
I don't have time for a powerful spell, Tanith told herself. He'll move and bolt before it could even get there.
There's only one thing I can try.
Tanith spread her arms, wings arching from her back. For the first time in many years she opened her mind completely, reaching out towards the beast. Please hear me, she pleaded--not to Kraias, but to the object in his hand.
"Spirit Dagger, listen to me," she called out strongly, surprising the beast as well as her friends. "That which holds you is not your master. You don't belong with him."
Levitating off to the side, Lina turned to Zelgadis. "Is that really going to work?"
"I don't know," he answered truthfully, watching Tanith intently. "But I hope it does."
Kraias cocked his head as if to ask if the Ruumin was joking. Then it began to bark, the sound almost passing for laughter. Its lips curled in a gruesome smile, clearly enjoying the failed attempt.
But Tanith wasn't finished. "You don't belong to a filthy demon's pet, do you?" she asked, remaining strong despite the beast's anticipating stare. "Have all these years muddled your soul? Feel the thing that holds you, see what he wishes to use you for." For a moment there was a stirring in her mind, the sense of something waking. "Spirit Dagger," she continued quickly. "Remember what you are."
A strong wind began to blow, ruffling and tossing her hair, cape, and feathers. Kraias was beginning to look bored when his expression changed. He lifted his hand, inspecting the closed fingers as if the object within had moved.
And very faintly, Tanith could feel the dagger reach out to her. Its mind was not composed of words or thoughts but of emotions. It brushed her consciousness with curious mental "fingers," asking a silent question.
"You know me," she answered aloud. "We are one and the same, Mage's Tear."
Kraias yelped as his hand jumped, jerking him abruptly forward. The beast glared at the girl, covering the left hand with his right. But the object within continued to move about, trying to free itself.
Tanith radiated an aura of encouragement, reaching her hands towards the monster. She glanced to Lina, nodding and mouthing "get ready" before turning her full attention back to the dagger.
"Mage's Tear, hear me!" Her voice rose over the now wild wind, ignoring her hair as it blew into her face. "Your friends are here. Will you leave them again?" Kraias roared as he was dragged forward several steps. "We need you. We need your help." Tanith felt her eyes burning, her memories resurfacing. I can't let my friends down again. Never again. Below her, Lina was chanting while Kraias looked ready to attack if only to silence her.
And from the objects she wore, Tanith felt the souls of the other Arms. They reached for her, pleading that she do what they no longer could. For a moment, she imagined that the long dead Mages were standing with her, encouraging and empowering her. A sob caught in her throat.
If not for me or my friends, then for Them.
"Your love is here, waiting for you. Come to me, Spirit Dagger!" Tanith threw her arms wide, all her heart reaching out. A single tear ran down her cheek.
"Come to me, PAIGE!!!"
The monster lurched, screaming in pain as the blade cut through both his hands in a bloody explosion. The dagger flew through the air, for a moment looking as if it would bury the silver metal in its savior's chest. Instead it turned, impacting flatly against the blue armor. Tanith wrapped her arms around the dagger as though it was an old friend. "Lina--now!"
"Don't have to tell me twice," the sorceress muttered, spell long since prepared and ready.
"Dragon SLAVE!!!"
The earth shook with the impact of the spell, the beast crying out one last time before silencing forever. Tanith knelt on top of the temple, wings protecting her from the explosion. As the wind died she relaxed, cradling the dagger in her hands. The moment it had touched her…. It was as though some missing piece had been replaced. Even as she held the blade, she felt as though it was the one holding her. The spirit within the metal spun with joy, and through it she could feel the earth, feel the connection she had lost years ago.
:You will never be alone again….:
He was right. Clouded brother, you were right. Somehow, Tanith knew her friend could hear her.
"Hey Tanith." Lina and Zelgadis landed beside her. The former grinned. "We did it."
The Ruumin nodded, climbing to her feet. She smiled gratefully as she displayed the dagger. "Yes. We did."
The group camped at the temple that night, healing and resting while they filled Gourry and the two other girls in on what had happened. Amelia woke up dazed but otherwise fine, angry that she had missed the battle. They all slept soundly, Tanith with the dagger tucked away firmly in her belt.
The next day the travelers used up whatever energy they had gained back to fly to the nearest town, determined to celebrate their victory. The inn master welcomed the large group, hurrying to bring them the enormous dinners they had ordered. The night was spent in the common room, talking, laughing, and arguing over the last bits of food. Tanith enjoyed every bit of it.
They slept through most of the next day, taking advantage of the quiet, peaceful town. There was a smaller, lesser party that night, but everyone agreed to retire early and discuss their plans at breakfast.
* * * * * *
:You did very well, little sister.:
Tanith grinned, bowing slightly to the approaching mist. "Thank you, clouded brother." As she straightened her eyes widened in surprise; the dream had clarified a bit, colors and small details now visible. "What happened to you?"
The boy glanced down at himself. His clothes were blurs of white with light blue cape lining. His hair proved to be a light blue-green, eyes a deep color that matched her own. Tanith could almost make out the features of his face; not enough to recognize him--if she even knew his identity--but enough to tell he was smiling. :You have connected with the earth again,: he explained. :In a way, our spirits are closer and can 'see' each other.: His smile deepened with a look much like pride. :You are very lovely, little sister.:
Tanith blushed, not used to such compliments. "Thank you," she managed to mumble.
The boy laughed. :I've made you uncomfortable. I'm sorry.:
She shrugged. "It's okay."
He shook his head, still smiling. For a few moments he only watched her, eyes slowly turning serious. Tanith felt his emotions shift, almost as if he were shaking himself from some deep thought. :In any case, I came to ask a question of you, little sister.:
"What?"
:The Sacred Arms. What do you think should be done with them?:
Tanith considered his question carefully. The Arms would be very useful if she needed to fight another Kraias, but the chances of that were slim. And Lina would hardly just let them disappear; even if she couldn't perform the Gaia Quake--though she might try to learn it--the idea of a magic enhancer was too good to pass up.
But the Arms were dangerous, especially if someone like Leshimier got hold of them. And whoever made Kraias; I doubt that chimera was strong enough to Construct such a powerful monster.
:You're right about that,: the cloud interrupted her thoughts. Tanith sighed, reminding herself that he could hear her so easily. :Leshimier did not make Kraias. Your battle may not be over yet.:
"Do you know who did Construct him?" she asked eagerly.
To her dismay, he shook his head. :That I don't know. But whoever it is, he or she has covered their tracks well enough to throw off us spirits. But don't worry about that now,: he insisted. :What about the Arms?:
"I feel like you're testing me or something," she admitted, her earlier happiness over their victory fading quickly with the solemn news.
:Well…I am.:
Tanith shook her head, wondering what the importance of this was. If he told her to destroy the Arms, she would. Why make her decide?
:Because you need to be strong,: he answered, Tanith cursing silently at her stupidity. :Sorry, but you don't think quietly.: He chuckled.
"I'm not used to it," she admitted, her humor returning a bit with his laugh. "I can't hide anything from you, can I?"
:Nope. So give me an answer.:
Tanith considered for several more moments. "I don't like it," she finally replied. "But I should get rid of them; the Arms are too powerful to be handled by anyone, including me."
The boy cocked his head. :Why do you say that?:
"Because of what happened to me." She continued before he could interrupt. "If you know everything in my head, you know what happened. I'm unstable. I admit it. Just Lina asking an innocent question completely freaked me out. If an enemy somehow found out…." She let the sentence hang, her thoughts clearly picturing the outcome.
The clouded Ruumin took her words very seriously, staying silent for a long time. :I agree,: he said. :You aren't strong enough to face your past yet; maybe in the future, but not now. And you should get rid of the Arms. However….: He stared straight into her eyes, lips curling in a soft, blurred smile. :I want you to keep the Dagger.:
Tanith was puzzled. "But…but why? It's the key to the others--"
:Which you will get rid of,: he explained. :Throw them into the sea; they will make their way home. But you need the Mage's Tear, if only to keep your link with the earth.:
"So…it was the dagger that did that." Tanith felt a bit of disappointment: she wasn't reconnected with the Ruumin's beloved planet; the Sacred Arm was doing it. "Without it…I would…."
The boy came up to her, once again taking her into his arms. She accepted the comfort, grateful for the warmth. :You will never be alone again; didn't I already tell you that, little sister?: He gently stroked her long hair, reminding her very much of one of her old, lost friends. :You have the Dagger; it will work only for you, help to strengthen your power. You have those new friends. They are good people, even if they have some strange habits: Tanith laughed softly at his mind's image of the group eating, food covering the table and their faces. :They are strong and need a serious, clear-thinking person to keep them on track. I don't think they'll turn down your help, either.:
Tanith had to agree; she felt like an older sister, a situation she would have never thought herself to be in. Sylphiel and Amelia, both of whom looked up to her as a superior magic user, were kind and welcoming. Despite their differences in age, the two had young hearts that, for some reason, had opened to her own. Gourry may have been a little…slow…but accepted his role as Swordsman of Light better than any of them--himself included--could see. According to Lina's stories of their battles with Shabranigdu and Rezo, he seemed to know when a situation was serious and acted accordingly.
Then there was Lina herself: strong, self-assured, totally in control of everything around her. She acted superior and had every right to feel that way. And yet, when it came down to it, she wasn't afraid to look for help: the fact that she had so easily given the Arms to the Ruumin--and accepted her at that--was proof enough. Lina knew when to cheer her up and when to let her be. They respected each other.
And then there was Zelgadis….
:He's the hardest one to figure out, isn't he little sister?:
"I don't know…. He's a demon, I'm a Ruumin; we don't belong…we shouldn't be working together." She sighed, her happy thoughts fading again. "I don't know if I could trust him…."
:You still feel uneasy about him? Even after he came to help you?:
His words surprised her: he was defending him. "Do you trust him?"
:My opinion doesn't--:
"I want to know," she interrupted. "If you do, maybe I can start to."
The cloud sighed, pulling her closer. :I do,: he said strongly. :From what I can pick up between him and the others, he is a loyal friend. I trust him.:
Tanith smiled against his shoulder. "I'm glad." And she was; out of all the group, Zelgadis and her were the most alike. Neither was human, both trying to find their place in the world. Perhaps we can be friends after all….
:And you'll always have me, don't forget.: The boy pulled back, eyes soft and assuring. :No matter what, you're stuck with me.:
Tanith laughed. "Great. I'm stuck with a talking cloud."
:Hey, I'm better than before.:
The girl's smiled deepened. "Yeah, but where will you be when I have to tell Lina I'm throwing away her magic enhancers?"
His face turned troubled. :Um…taking a nap?:
"Yeah, right."
He returned her grin. :I told you, you have to start thinking for the good of everyone, not just yourself.: He started to back away, signaling the end of her dream. :Be strong, little sister. I'll be here if you need me.:
"Thank you, clouded brother." She blew him a small kiss. "I'll hold you to your word."