Seeking Answers
I slowly walked inside the Krimzon Guard Fortress. It was a long walk. The hospital was in the area around the Haven City Stadium, and the Fortress was in the Slums. I was a bit tired, but nothing an ex-commander from the Guard couldn't handle. When I made my way through parts of the place filled with Guards, they would draw their weapons at me.
"Relax, it's just me Erol" I told them.
"We thought you were dead!" one of the Guards commented.
"Well I'm not, let me go through I want to see the Baron" I snarled at them.
"Have you been in a coma sir?" another one of the Guards asked me.
I nodded and asked him why he asked such a question. He didn't hesitate to answer.
"Praxis has been dead for over a month now" the Guard informed me.
I was amazed, impressed, and shocked at that comment. My jaw dropped open and my eyes widened as much as they could. I couldn't believe it, how did he possibly die?
"What!? How!?" I asked.
"Metal Kor killed him" the Guard answered.
"Metal Kor?" I asked startled.
The Guards exchanged confused looks at each other. I was even more confused than them. 'What the hell is going on?' I thought to myself. It seemed I had been in a coma for quite a while now. And I had missed a lot of stuff that had been going on in the city. I needed answers, and I needed them as fast as I could get them.
"There is one place you need to go to sir" one of the Guards finally answered.
"Where?" I asked, almost knowing what the answer would be.
"To Onin. She'll have all the answers you're seeking" the Guard recommended.
I knew I saw that coming as soon as the Krimzon Guard told me there was one place I needed to go to. But I hadn't gone to Onin ever since I joined the Guard. She was a fortune-teller and Praxis was a military man. Military men usually didn't believe prophecies and thought they were a waste of time. I thought they were a waste of time myself. But one thing you gotta admit, Onin is different from all other fortune-tellers. She's been a fortune- teller for almost all her life and if something happens in the city, you can expect Onin to know before any journalists do. So the Krimzon Guard was right; Onin would have all the answers I was seeking. So I thanked the Guards and went back to the outside.
"So off to the Bazaar we go" I told myself.
I began to walk again. By the time I could see Onin's place from the distance, I had surely lost a reasonable amount of weight from so much walking. I was damn exhausted and I gasped for breath as I entered Onin's tent. Onin's highly annoying interpreter, Pecker, stood on the plate on Onin's head.
"Aaark! What is it that you want Erol?" the monkeybird spat.
"I uhh..." I began before being able to finish.
"You seek answers of what has been going on ever since you crashed into the Eco?" Pecker interrupted me.
"Yeah" I admitted.
"Well too bad, 'cause Onin and I don't help bad men like you!" he snarled.
I growled in anger and squeezed my hands into fists. Damn that animal knew how to piss me off! Onin gave her interpreter a slight smack on the back of his head signaling him to be nice with me. Funny, the bird brain was right; I was a bad man who didn't deserve Onin to be nice to me. But I didn't give a damn about that, I needed answers fast. And that was the best place to get them.
"Ouch! Ok ok, Onin says she will give you the answers you look for" Pecker admitted.
This time, he was the one growling. Relieved, I let my fists open and my growling stop. I slightly bowed and thanked Onin. And then I shot a warning glare at her monkeybird. He shot me a warning glare at me back and a short stare-off between him and I started. Pecker growled once more and broke the stare-off. His master began to signal strange signs with her hands.
"Onin says that Kor, the old Underground man, ended up being the Metal Head leader. And that he killed Praxis and then Jak killed him. So Jak saved the day" Pecker informed me through Onin's signs.
I was surprised at what the annoying bird told me. 'So that's what the Guards meant by Metal Kor!" I thought. Then I stopped analyzing it and faced the blind and mute fortune-teller and her bird.
"So what else do I need to know?" I gently asked.
Onin began to move her fingers in strange patterns again and Pecker observed them carefully.
"Hmmm, Onin says that now Ashelin is the ruler of the city but she doesn't know how long that may last" Pecker said.
"What does she mean by that?" I asked puzzled.
"She means that Ashelin may not last long as ruler of the city you idiot!" the monkeybird snarled.
"No duh deformed rooster, but why?" I asked sarcastically.
Onin once again moved her hands and fingers and Pecker watched the patterns.
"She says it's because the evil Count Veegor and the rest of the Haven City council wants the right to rule the city" Pecker explained.
"I knew that would happen the day Praxis died" I remarked.
"Ok now, go and leave us alone because I don't like you!" Pecker yelled.
Onin smacked Pecker on the back of his head again. Rubbing his head, the bird looked at me with a disgusted face and growled.
"Ouch! Damn it woman, stop doing that! Ok Erol, don't leave Onin has more to tell you" Pecker admitted.
"What is it?" I asked Onin.
"Onin says that Metal Heads are regrouping and planning to attack the city" the monkeybird informed.
"Damn, that can't be good" I commented.
"No really?" Pecker snarled at me.
"Anyways, Onin says the city is danger and that it is not safe to stay here anymore" Pecker continued to give bad news.
"So what should I do?" I asked with a bit of sarcasm in my voice.
"Onin suggests you get out of the city and go to Spargus City in the Wastelands" Pecker answered.
"Why?" I asked the old fortune-teller.
"Only time will tell" Pecker said.
"You didn't say 'Onin says'" I added.
"So?" the monkeybird grunted.
"So not only Onin knows what the future holds, but so do you!" I exclaimed as I realized a shocking fact.
"Everything Onin knows, I know" Pecker mocked.
"Oh well, whatever. Thanks for everything Onin" I thanked.
And with that, I headed outside the tent.
"Wait!" Pecker cried from inside the tent.
I turned around and re-entered the tent to see what happened.
"One last thing, Onin says Torn is the new commander of the Guard" Pecker told me.
I was outraged when I heard that. It was obvious Ashelin would pick Torn just because she loved him. Especially when I was left for dead! Damn that woman! I wouldn't even allow the resurrected Mar to take my place from the Guard! Damn her!!!
"What!?" I spat as soon as I heard what the bird said.
"Ha ha, tough luck. Now leave loser!" Pecker exclaimed.
I growled and cursed at Ashelin as I walked away from the Bazaar. Now I was heading directly to the palace. I wanted to go to the Fortress at first when I got out of the hospital, but that's because I expected Praxis to be there. But then when the Guards told me a lot of things had changed ever since my coma, I decided to go to the Bazaar. And now that I knew what had changed ever since my coma, I was headed towards the palace. There I would speak to Ashelin and demand my rank as Krimzon Guard commander once again.
I slowly walked inside the Krimzon Guard Fortress. It was a long walk. The hospital was in the area around the Haven City Stadium, and the Fortress was in the Slums. I was a bit tired, but nothing an ex-commander from the Guard couldn't handle. When I made my way through parts of the place filled with Guards, they would draw their weapons at me.
"Relax, it's just me Erol" I told them.
"We thought you were dead!" one of the Guards commented.
"Well I'm not, let me go through I want to see the Baron" I snarled at them.
"Have you been in a coma sir?" another one of the Guards asked me.
I nodded and asked him why he asked such a question. He didn't hesitate to answer.
"Praxis has been dead for over a month now" the Guard informed me.
I was amazed, impressed, and shocked at that comment. My jaw dropped open and my eyes widened as much as they could. I couldn't believe it, how did he possibly die?
"What!? How!?" I asked.
"Metal Kor killed him" the Guard answered.
"Metal Kor?" I asked startled.
The Guards exchanged confused looks at each other. I was even more confused than them. 'What the hell is going on?' I thought to myself. It seemed I had been in a coma for quite a while now. And I had missed a lot of stuff that had been going on in the city. I needed answers, and I needed them as fast as I could get them.
"There is one place you need to go to sir" one of the Guards finally answered.
"Where?" I asked, almost knowing what the answer would be.
"To Onin. She'll have all the answers you're seeking" the Guard recommended.
I knew I saw that coming as soon as the Krimzon Guard told me there was one place I needed to go to. But I hadn't gone to Onin ever since I joined the Guard. She was a fortune-teller and Praxis was a military man. Military men usually didn't believe prophecies and thought they were a waste of time. I thought they were a waste of time myself. But one thing you gotta admit, Onin is different from all other fortune-tellers. She's been a fortune- teller for almost all her life and if something happens in the city, you can expect Onin to know before any journalists do. So the Krimzon Guard was right; Onin would have all the answers I was seeking. So I thanked the Guards and went back to the outside.
"So off to the Bazaar we go" I told myself.
I began to walk again. By the time I could see Onin's place from the distance, I had surely lost a reasonable amount of weight from so much walking. I was damn exhausted and I gasped for breath as I entered Onin's tent. Onin's highly annoying interpreter, Pecker, stood on the plate on Onin's head.
"Aaark! What is it that you want Erol?" the monkeybird spat.
"I uhh..." I began before being able to finish.
"You seek answers of what has been going on ever since you crashed into the Eco?" Pecker interrupted me.
"Yeah" I admitted.
"Well too bad, 'cause Onin and I don't help bad men like you!" he snarled.
I growled in anger and squeezed my hands into fists. Damn that animal knew how to piss me off! Onin gave her interpreter a slight smack on the back of his head signaling him to be nice with me. Funny, the bird brain was right; I was a bad man who didn't deserve Onin to be nice to me. But I didn't give a damn about that, I needed answers fast. And that was the best place to get them.
"Ouch! Ok ok, Onin says she will give you the answers you look for" Pecker admitted.
This time, he was the one growling. Relieved, I let my fists open and my growling stop. I slightly bowed and thanked Onin. And then I shot a warning glare at her monkeybird. He shot me a warning glare at me back and a short stare-off between him and I started. Pecker growled once more and broke the stare-off. His master began to signal strange signs with her hands.
"Onin says that Kor, the old Underground man, ended up being the Metal Head leader. And that he killed Praxis and then Jak killed him. So Jak saved the day" Pecker informed me through Onin's signs.
I was surprised at what the annoying bird told me. 'So that's what the Guards meant by Metal Kor!" I thought. Then I stopped analyzing it and faced the blind and mute fortune-teller and her bird.
"So what else do I need to know?" I gently asked.
Onin began to move her fingers in strange patterns again and Pecker observed them carefully.
"Hmmm, Onin says that now Ashelin is the ruler of the city but she doesn't know how long that may last" Pecker said.
"What does she mean by that?" I asked puzzled.
"She means that Ashelin may not last long as ruler of the city you idiot!" the monkeybird snarled.
"No duh deformed rooster, but why?" I asked sarcastically.
Onin once again moved her hands and fingers and Pecker watched the patterns.
"She says it's because the evil Count Veegor and the rest of the Haven City council wants the right to rule the city" Pecker explained.
"I knew that would happen the day Praxis died" I remarked.
"Ok now, go and leave us alone because I don't like you!" Pecker yelled.
Onin smacked Pecker on the back of his head again. Rubbing his head, the bird looked at me with a disgusted face and growled.
"Ouch! Damn it woman, stop doing that! Ok Erol, don't leave Onin has more to tell you" Pecker admitted.
"What is it?" I asked Onin.
"Onin says that Metal Heads are regrouping and planning to attack the city" the monkeybird informed.
"Damn, that can't be good" I commented.
"No really?" Pecker snarled at me.
"Anyways, Onin says the city is danger and that it is not safe to stay here anymore" Pecker continued to give bad news.
"So what should I do?" I asked with a bit of sarcasm in my voice.
"Onin suggests you get out of the city and go to Spargus City in the Wastelands" Pecker answered.
"Why?" I asked the old fortune-teller.
"Only time will tell" Pecker said.
"You didn't say 'Onin says'" I added.
"So?" the monkeybird grunted.
"So not only Onin knows what the future holds, but so do you!" I exclaimed as I realized a shocking fact.
"Everything Onin knows, I know" Pecker mocked.
"Oh well, whatever. Thanks for everything Onin" I thanked.
And with that, I headed outside the tent.
"Wait!" Pecker cried from inside the tent.
I turned around and re-entered the tent to see what happened.
"One last thing, Onin says Torn is the new commander of the Guard" Pecker told me.
I was outraged when I heard that. It was obvious Ashelin would pick Torn just because she loved him. Especially when I was left for dead! Damn that woman! I wouldn't even allow the resurrected Mar to take my place from the Guard! Damn her!!!
"What!?" I spat as soon as I heard what the bird said.
"Ha ha, tough luck. Now leave loser!" Pecker exclaimed.
I growled and cursed at Ashelin as I walked away from the Bazaar. Now I was heading directly to the palace. I wanted to go to the Fortress at first when I got out of the hospital, but that's because I expected Praxis to be there. But then when the Guards told me a lot of things had changed ever since my coma, I decided to go to the Bazaar. And now that I knew what had changed ever since my coma, I was headed towards the palace. There I would speak to Ashelin and demand my rank as Krimzon Guard commander once again.