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The Forsaken Facsimile
"Well if this is my third life,
let's hope it is better then the other two that
I have lived." Kain mumbled to himself as the two older
teenagers helped him
out the pit where he had
laid.
As Kain got out of his grave he
thanked Phantine and Dekan for their help and
then he realized that
this was not the Valley of Mist that he had remembered the
walls of mountains were
not nearly so high, in fact they were nothing more than
hills. The air was still misty but, the mist
smelled different, it carried a
scent, which he could
only describe as, unclean. He looked at
the young ones,
obviously a couple just
by the way they were connected even without holding on
to one and other, the
same way that Cecil and Rosa had looked to him.
Phantine and Dekan were clothed very
oddly. Neither wore armor either, quite
strange for two people
adventuring away from civilization. It
was then that he
saw the long spear on
Dekan's back, he realized immediately that this boy had
heard the tales of the
true Dragoon and was wanting to become a one, like
himself. When he looked to see what the Girl Phantine
had equipped he was
half-expecting to see a
long bow, crossbow, or even a whip like the one Rydia
used. But behind her back he saw no signs of a
quiver or bow. He checked her
belt only two find two
strange objects, which looked like the triggers of
crossbows, separated from
the crossbow.
"How many years have
passed." Silence "Answer me!"
Phantine looked startled yet
understanding, "Probably about, 750 years." If it
weren't for Kain holding
himself up by his spear he would have collapsed on the
ground. He should have realized this though and
recovered from the shock
quickly.
"We should probably tell you
what's been going on huh," Kain nodded back at
him. "Well, the Alliance gave the world
peace and prosperity, for about, 300
years. After that the loosely organized Alliance
became much more organized and
started calling itself
the World Alliance; after that the Kingdoms no longer
existed. The Alliance was under the control of three
men, the Patriarch,
Matriarch, and Guardian;
each were given specific duties, and people that
followed them, the
Guardian had the regular army, the Patriarch all male magic
users, the Matriarch all
female magic users. It was about this
time that the
people started loosing
some of their freedoms, and also technology advanced
considerably. After about 200 more years the Guardian
declared war on the
Matriarch and
Patriarch. He won the war only from the
aid of the neo-paladin
though. They used small amounts of magic but, were
under his control. This
completely disregarded
the laws set down by the..."
"Dekan." Phantine suggestively whispered.
"Sorry, well after that one
Guardian after another has been ruling this world
with an iron fist. And no one is allowed to use any magic
except those directly
under the Guardian. Those that are found with magic inborn with
them have it
taken away by a machine
that they call a 'de-toxifier' in fact most people think
that's exactly what it
is, but we've found out the truth. We
wish to stop these
things and I hope you can
see why." He could, though he had
never been able to
use any magic, he knew,
that that was something the great maker had given to
humans and should never
be taken away from anyone, under any circumstances.
Kain began to ponder everything that Dekan
had said and many words that he had
used were quite new to
him. "You mentioned a few words
that I had never heard
before. So in order to understand your peril I must
ask you, exactly what is a
'technology?'" Kain asked.
"We've got a lot of work to
do." Phantine whispered to Dekan,
Dekan nodded.
* * *
Kain, Phantine, and Dekan walked for
two days, in order to get to Phantine and
Dekan's hideout, so that
they could think out what plans of action should be
taken. Along the way Dekan and Phantine were trying
to catch Kain up with the
details of the past 750
years. Whenever they weren't talking
about history that
Kain did not know about,
he talked of history that he did know about. These
children didn't really
even know what had really happened to anyone that he had
journeyed with before
they had gone to what was then the "ruby moon". They told
Kain though that after
about 25 years the moon just drifted off on it's own;
apparently going
completely out of the solar system.
Once they had reached the small
hideaway Kain, was pretty much up to speed.
But there were still many
questions he had to ask. "Tell me
what happened to
all of the demons and
monsters that used to use these open fields like we use
thoroughfares."
"Back when the Global Alliance
was three parts, the Guardians were able to use
their forces to
completely eliminate all existing demons and monsters, and after
a while they were also
able to root out all of the existing dens and hatcheries
that they used for
breeding." Dekan stated.
"But what about the ones within
the Underdark."
"Underdark? oh, oh, you mean the underground. Well from what I know
everywhere down there is
good too, although from what I here most dwarves have
it worse than us."
"Even the called monsters!"
"The what?"
"The called monsters, you know
the ones callers summon."
"I've never heard about that,
Kain."
Phantine then in realization
added. "If the callers had anything
to do with
magic then even the
records about them have been erased, probably along with the
callers themselves."
"I doubt that." Kain added. "From what I understood of rumors from back in my
time, Rydia brought the
strongest remaining Callers to live with her in the
Underdark."
"Hmmm." Was all that both
Phantine and Dekan added.
"Tell me," Kain said. "How did you two obtain all of this
information about
magic and sorcerers and
other histories which you had said were gone forever.
Or at lest forbidden by
this 'Guardian.'"
"Both of us used to be workers
within the grand Library of Damcyan, that's the
only library that has
access to those works." Phantine
said proudly. "We both
used to read the texts
when no-one was watching. One day we
found each other
doing the same
thing. From that day we made it our
mission to find and record
all of the lost history
we could find. We've found a lot, but
with you here you
could fill us in on
everything we are missing from before the coming of the
Alliance. Some people today believe that the Alliance
has always existed, they
don't realize or just
done care enough to think differently from what the
'Guardian' tells
them."
"Why do you want to spend so much
time learning history now? That can be done
after we have liberated
this world." Kain asked the two.
"Knowledge is power."
Phantine replied. "At least that's
what I've read."
"True enough," Kain said.
"But, like I said we will talk about the past after
we have secured the
present."
"Very well." A knock came at the door. Phantine reached for her pistols and
stepped into a small
corner where it was hard to see her. Kain stood in the
corner which when the
door opened would be hidden. Dekan set
his spear aside
and answered the
door. A man in a gray coat stepped
inside. Not only was his
coat gray but it seemed
to Kain that so was his face and the rest of his skin.
Kain could sense a small
hostility from this gray man, but remote enough so that
he did not have to worry
about it, he signaled for Phantine to stand up and put
away her guns. Then she came out to join Dekan at the door.
"I'm the Paladin Inspector for
this area, if you don't mind I'd like to ask a
few questions of everyone
in here." Said the gray man.
Kain snarled and whispered to
himself. "That man is as much a
Paladin as a
dark imp is."
Dekan answered the gray man. "Come right in."
"Do you mind if I have a
seat."
"Not at all." Replied Dekan as he pulled out a chair for
the gray man.
"Thank you." Replied the gray man. "I patrol this area of land outside of
Mist, and I noticed your
hut, so I was wondering what you people were doing
outside of the city. Are you on vacation, or maybe have you
decided that what
the glorious Alliance
provides you within the city is not enough."
"Actually we are doing some
research for the Guardian himself and we needed to
come out here for it, you
know peace and quite type thing." Kain went around
behind the Gray Man.
"I see, where were you stationed
before you came here, girl."
"Damcyan."
"Hmmm, I find it rather
interesting that ones as young as you are personal
scholars of the Guardian,
himself." Kain took his spear
silently from it's
corner where he was
standing.
"Well, sir, were not his personal
scholars of course but we were assigned to do
reserch on the Legacy
of..." The spear shot from Kains' hands and into the skull
of the gray man, as blood
began to flow out of his head; Dekan and Phantine looked
horrified.
"What the hell did you do that
for!?" Dekan yelled.
"He was not believing your story,
when he left he would have reported this
location and us. Then brought back about a hundred of his
friends with him; I'd
wager this Alliance
doesn't take any chances, from what you've told me. I think
I might have been able to
take them all, but not and protect you as well.
Besides that man wasn't
really living anyway. Might as well
have just killed
one of the
undead." With that, Cecil's words
flowed into his mind.
["The Undead are the worst kinds
of Demons, they are the ones who's souls have
been
grabbed from them, and only the body, the shell of the man or women is
left. They should be taken out of their misery,
not just to save lives that
these
soulless creatures could take, but also to put them back to the eternal
slumber,
where they should be. Even demons have
souls, the undead do not."]
"Yes, but didn't we tell you that
all of today's Paladins are brought together
by some kind of mental
network. They communicate with each
other by sending out
mental waves." Kain looked at Dekan confusedly. "That means they can't really
talk telepathicly, but
they can send emotions out to others. And there is no greater emotion
then that which comes
from the terror at the end of a life. I'd wager all the
Paladins in Mist will be
coming here for our heads, very, very soon."
"Well then I believe we should
go. And by talking to you people I know
the
exact place where we
should go."
[Rydia looked at him with those large green eyes that almost matched her
hair,
she
wasn't as beautiful as she was cute, but Kain did enjoy her company.
"Inside
of this place time flows differently. Occasionally a day is day, but
most
of the time a day is a year or a year a day." Her eyes began to sparkle as
she
opened the portal that would send them to the place where the, 'called
monsters' lived.]
"What's wrong Kain?" Phantine asked. "You faded out on us for a second
there."
"I was just remembering something
that a friend told me once, a long time ago."
Kain told Phantine. "Dekan, I think you should know
something though. That man
that I killed was not a
Paladin. A Paladin is a holy warrior of
the Light, a
champion of haloed
causes. Not one that fears death so
much that when he does
die, he let's loose a
'wave of emotional terror' or whatever you said. A
Paladin serves the light,
no other and if he does not, he is not a Paladin.
Just as a Dragoon is not
a Dragoon unless he says, finds, and knows the oaths.
Anything else is nothing
more than a, forsaken facsimile." Kain stated as if it
were the most obvious
thing in the world.
"I claimed to be a
Dragoon." Dekan stated. "And I have not sworn any oaths.
Does that make me
evil?" Dekan Demanded. "Does that make me one of these,
forsaken
facsimiles!?!?"
"No," Kain said calmly.
"For your mistake is out of ignorance of the oaths. No
one today, besides
myself, probably even knows the words let alone what they
mean."
"Will you teach me the oaths, so
that I may become a Dragoon."
"I can teach you the oaths, but,
that is just the first step towards becoming,
True Dragoon. You have to learn what the oath itself means
though, once you
have done that you will
be Dragoon, maybe not True Dragoon. But, Dragoon none
the less."
"Please then I beg of you to
teach me, all that you can." Dekan
begged.
"Very well Dekan, First you must
take the oath. Repeat after me, Dien ty
uinz,
Dien hbain, Dien Yallgr,
Task bva omnia mori temble do ya vall ya ua
Medus."
"Those who write
reviews shall be Karmicly rewarded."
-Kain DeLuman