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Imil paced back and forth by the gate. He slung his pack over his shoulder, readjusting his sword across his back. Then he sighed and looked back into the town of Vale. Lalivera was late, and he was getting antsy. He took a scroll out from his satchel and opened it, eyes slowly tracking the path they were to take. If all went according to plan, they should reach the site of the ruins by nightfall. With any luck, they could locate the mythril by morning, take a short rest, and be on the way to the Mercury Lighthouse by the second day. Imil rolled up the scroll as he heard the crunching of pebbles behind him.
"Bored?" came Lalivera's voice.
"It's about time you showed up," Imil said, irritation bleeding into his voice.
Lalivera walked up beside him, a satchel slung over her left shoulder and a walking staff held in her right hand. A dark brown cloak was draped over her shoulders.
"I had to leave a message for Maxti," she explained. "She'll wake up and see that we've gone to Bilibin for medical supplies."
"I had hoped to get started before the sun rose," Imil stated, glancing at the first rays of light peeking over the horizon. "It will take us most of the day to reach the mine."
Lalivera started walking, leading the way out of Vale. "Well then, let's get a move on!"
Imil followed quickly, catching up just outside of the village. "Honestly, Lali, you are so difficult sometimes."
"You're just grumpy because you couldn't sleep a wink."
"I was planning our course, thank you very much."
Lalivera trudged up a short hill. She turned back to see Vale at the entrance of the Alchemy Plain, sunlight glistening off the windows of the village. Imil stopped a few feet beyond her and turned back.
"Are you coming?"
"Yeah," she responded softly. "I'm just wondering if I'll ever see my hometown again."
Imil sighed inwardly. He didn't have the emotional attachment to Vale that Lalivera did. He had been selected by the Mercury clan elders to be part of the Mercury contingent that protected the Stone of Sages. Lalivera, on the other hand, had never been part of a clan. She had been born of a Wind and an Earth adept in Vale, the only person to have been born there. She had a special bond with Vale that no one else did.
"Hopefully we'll return with the power of the lighthouses in our hands."
Lalivera turned to Imil. "We'll never be accepted. If we succeed in sealing Alchemy, we'll be branded as traitors in Vale."
"Does that change the situation? This needs to be done."
"I know. That doesn't make this any easier."
* * * * * *
Lalivera walked along the path next to Imil. They had been silent for several minutes, each absorbed in their own thoughts. Imil had been short with her this morning. Undoubtedly, he was feeling the stress and pressure that their quest was placing on them. If they failed, Weyard would be swallowed by some Alchemy-powered dictator. As much as Lalivera loved her hometown, she realized that being an exile from one's hometown was a small price to pay for the salvation of the world.
She knew their plan would work; she had researched the absorption spells, and it was possible to concentrate them in an item. But the mythril was the key. If they couldn't obtain any mythril, their quest would be over before it started.
Lalivera glanced at her companion. "So, where exactly are we going?"
"Heading southeast until we reach the Lavault Pass, then skirting around the western edge of the Gonthorian Forest until we reach the base of the Northern Range. The mine should be in the foothills of the range," Imil explained.
Lalivera frowned. "Why are we skirting the Gonthorian Forest? Wouldn't it be quicker just to cut straight through?"
"That's a very dangerous forest, Lali."
"Yes, but I think we can handle it between the two of us."
Imil nodded. "I'm not saying we couldn't, but it would very likely slow our progress. It may take us just as long if we cut through the forest, and it will be less strenuous to go around."
"Less strenuous?" Lalivera echoed dubiously.
"So that we can start searching the mine as soon as we get there, rather than having to wait."
"I think you're being a little bit overcautious, Imil. We could save a few hours by going through the forest, and time is of the essence."
Imil was silent for a moment. Lalivera knew he knew she was right, but would he be willing to take the chance?
"Very well. We shall go through the forest."
"Good," Lalivera asserted. Then she stopped.
Imil looked at her. "What is it?"
"We're about to be…" she started. Suddenly, six men with cloths over their faces leapt out of the bushes, surrounding the pair.
…ambushed," Lalivera finished sheepishly.
The largest thief approached the pair, sword held menacingly in front of him. "We'll just be relieving you of all your valuables."
Lalivera glanced at Imil, who returned the look. "And what if we don't have any valuables?" Lalivera returned.
"Then we take your life," the bandit growled.
Imil stepped forward. "We don't need any unnecessary bloodshed here."
"There won't be any if you hand over your valuables."
"I've got a better idea," Lalivera interrupted. "Why don't you let us go, and we'll be kind and forget this happened?"
The thief's eyes widened slightly above his mask. Then he chuckled. "Dead or alive, makes no difference to us. Get 'em, boys!"
The leader swung his sword at Lalivera's head, only to be blocked by Imil's quick parry. Lalivera whirled and caught another thief's blade on the shaft of her staff, striking him in the stomach with the end of the staff. As the thief doubled over, Lalivera swung the other end of her staff in an uppercut, catching the thief on the chin and knocking him out cold. As two more thieves approached, Lalivera held her staff out vertically. Earthen spires shot up from the ground, impaling the two attackers. Lalivera felt a spray of water land on her back, and turned to see Imil blast the final thief with a pillar of water that extended from his hand. The thief flew back a good fifty feet before crashing into a tree. The leader was on the ground, a stab wound in his chest. Of the sixth thief, Lalivera saw nothing.
Imil wiped his sword off on the leader's tunic, then sheathed the blade. "The forest?" he invited.
Lalivera followed him down the path. "Lousy thieves," she muttered aloud. "They put a scratch in my staff."
* * * * * *
As the sun met its zenith in the blue sky, the two travelers entered the Gonthorian Forest. Imil still had misgivings about cutting through the forest, but Lalivera was right. If they could handle hundreds of trained mercenaries in an army and dispatch six rogue bandits without breaking a sweat, they could probably handle the trials of the forest.
Imil led the way, picking out the quickest paths through the undergrowth. For some reason, he felt uneasy. His hand went to his shoulder, fingering the hilt of his sword.
"What's the matter, Imil?" Lalivera asked.
"I have this uneasy feeling. Like we're walking into a trap."
Lalivera glanced around the forest. "I doubt there's anything in here with enough intelligence to set a trap for us. And even if they do, it didn't do those bandits much good."
"Still," Imil said, trudging onwards, "I fear the forest more than blades of steel."
They continued their trek for some time. Soon, they came to a small clearing in the forest. As they reached the center, a chorus of howls echoed through the trees. Imil quickly drew his sword as Lalivera brought her staff to a ready position. Imil's eyes scanned the underbrush. The clearing left them open to attack in all directions; they could come from anywhere…
Suddenly, a wolf blasted from the bushes to Imil's right. Lalivera spun to dodge as Imil stepped in with his blade. The wolf fell to the ground, impaled through the chest, but as it died three more burst into the clearing. Lalivera pointed her staff into the ground, and a blast of sand forced the attackers backwards. Imil turned to find four more wolves entering from the opposite end of the clearing; this was quickly getting out of hand!
Imil extended his hand and blasted a water pillar, striking one of the wolves dead on. The other three charged him, and Imil swung his sword, felling the first. The second made a leap over Imil's head and charged at Lalivera, who was occupied with the other three wolves.
"Lali!" Imil called out.
Lalivera swung around just as the wolf leapt. She passed her staff vertically in front of her and the wolf collided with a shimmering golden wall, crumpling to the ground as the glow faded. Imil turned back to his own battle, but the enemy struck first, sinking his fangs into Imil's left arm. He grimaced in pain and threw the wolf off with his arm, feeling his flesh tear as the wolf's fangs exited. As the wolf whirled and charged again, Imil sheathed his sword and held his right hand out, a whirling sphere of water forming.
"Come and get it," he snarled. Once the sphere had grown to about the size of the wolf's head, he passed his left hand over it, and it froze into a crystalline ball of ice. Imil then hurled the ice at the charging wolf. It shattered as it struck the wolf's head, and shards of ice embedded themselves in the unfortunate creature's skull. Imil looked to Lalivera as his adversary fell, and saw her fending off two wolves with her staff as two more charged from the bushes, one leaping at the Venus adept's back. Imil drew his sword and leapt forward, intercepting the wolf in midair. Pain shot up Imil's wounded arm as the sword sliced into the wolf's hide, killing it.
Lalivera held up her hand and the ground beneath her adversaries erupted, hurling dirt and boulders everywhere. The two wolves flew through the air, landing hard in the underbrush. Imil shot a spike of ice from his left hand, felling the final wolf.
"Thanks," Lalivera said, "I was in a bit of trouble there."
"Not a problem. That was closer than it should have been," Imil replied, checking his arm.
"Here, let me help you with that," Lalivera offered, holding her two hands over Imil's ruined forearm. A yellowish glow formed, and as the wound was bathed in its light, Imil watched his muscles and tendons reforming, the skin healing. Soon his arm was back to normal.
"Thanks," he said, sheathing his sword. "Let's get out of here." But as he turned to leave the clearing, a loud crash echoed through the forest. Imil stopped dead in his tracks. A second crash echoed, closer this time.
"What is that?" Lalivera whispered.
She was answered by a third crash as the creature leapt into the clearing. It seemed, at first, to be a tree. Its two huge legs were covered in bark, and pointed, branch-like arms protruded all over its body. It stood at least ten feet higher than the two adepts, and it was howling through an unseen mouth.
"It isn't friendly," Imil responded.
"This should be fun," Lalivera agreed.
* * * * * *
Lalivera started the fight by erupting the ground beneath the behemoth. Unfortunately, the stones just rebounded off the monster's thick hide. It turned towards Lalivera, and one of its branches suddenly shot out towards the adept. She leapt back just in time, as the branch shuddered with its impact. Imil, meanwhile had charged between the monster's legs, slashing with his sword as he went. The tree seemed barely affected, as he swung his leg around behind him, connecting with the Mercury adept and sending him sprawling across the ground. Imil stood shakily, facing the monster.
As Lalivera watched, the monster wrenched a small tree from the ground behind it, and hurled it at her. It hit the ground short and slid towards her. Thinking quickly, Lalivera planted her staff in the ground and used it to propel herself over the tree, landing hard on the opposite side. She watched as Imil blasted a pillar of water at the tree, connecting with its upper right torso. The tree was thrown off-balance, but shot another branch at Imil, causing him to dive to the side.
Lalivera frowned. She pointed her staff at the ground again, blasting a large cloud of sand at the gargantuan beast. The tree howled and seemed to writhe, shooting branches off its body wildly. Several trees around the clearing were impaled, and Lalivera had a close call as one whizzed by her to the right. Imil had to roll quickly to avoid being struck.
"Lali!" he called. "I've got an idea! I need some protection!"
Lalivera took advantage of the monster's distraction to sidle up next to the Mercury adept. Imil had closed his eyes and held his left hand towards the monster, his sword held loosely at his side. Lalivera had no idea what he was up to, but she created an earthen barrier in front of them.
By now, the monster had recovered from the sand blast. It whirled on the two adventures. Lalivera tightened her grip on her staff. Three branches shot towards them, and Lalivera winced as they impacted on her barrier and shattered into pieces. The barrier dissipated, its energy spent. Suddenly, the behemoth howled in pain, grabbing for another tree and ripping it brutally from the ground. Lalivera quickly conjured a boulder and sent it hurtling at the enemy projectile. The two missiles collided in midair, with the tree getting the better of the collision. But Lalivera had managed to knock it off course, and it slid by the two adepts harmlessly.
"All right!" Imil yelled. "I need to blast it with everything you've got!"
"It won't work!" Lalivera responded. "Its hide is too thick!"
"Just do it!" he replied, dodging yet another branch.
Lalivera turned to the monster just in time to roll out of the way as a branch shot at her. She got to her feet and held her staff in front of her, concentrating. The ground beneath the tree rippled and suddenly exploded. To Lalivera's delight, the hulking beast shattered from the impact, completely disintegrating. Once the dust had settled, Lalivera looked at Imil in disbelief.
"What did you do?" she asked.
"I found all the water inside that thing and froze it," Imil said, climbing to his feet and brushing himself off. "Made it a bit more brittle."
Lalivera headed for the edge of the clearing. "I'm with you. Let's get out of this crazy forest."
* * * * * *
They made it through the forest without further incident. Before them lay the foothills of the Great Northern Range. Imil glanced at the setting sun and said, "Let's get to the Formth Range and camp for the night."
Lalivera consulted the land deed. "If I read this correctly, it should be directly west of the Bilibin Cave. That would put it…" she trailed off, scanning the horizon. "There."
Imil glanced where she was pointing and struck out across the field in that direction. He knew that it would take them a while to actually find the mine, and then they had to hope that there was still some mythril left for them to take. The trip through the forest had been harder than he'd anticipated, and they weren't even a day into their journey yet.
Soon they reached the base of the hills. After some searching in the twilight, they found a suitable place to camp. As the pair settled into their makeshift beds, Lalivera spoke.
"What's the plan for tomorrow?" she yawned.
"We can search for the mine after some food. Hopefully we'll manage to find it without too much trouble."
"Yeah. G'dnight, Imil."
"Goodnight."
And with that, Imil drifted into dreams.
A/N: Violence! Violence! Oh, sorry. This story is gonna be a little slow at the beginning, but should improve as the plot thickens. Review responses:
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