Nova
Chapter 11
Inside the temple the priests offered prayers to the gods and left Jason on a stretcher, lying on an Alter of sorts. Unconscious, Jason saw only black, then a mist appeared, then the mist became a raging sandstorm and it cleared away, leaving Jason standing in a vast desert of his sub-conscious.
Visions began to appear, the survivors of the Sarenjek fortress charging out, a strange triamaran boat, a great battle. Jason looked at the battle, staring at the leader in the armour, it was him! He had his digi-bond armour over another armour, this one with blades curving out of the gauntlets and shoulders. Imbedded in the armour's shoulder pads were the two crests he wore; the crest of Time and the crest of Blades. In the battle him and two others in similar armour were leading a charge against, Jar'eneth, also clad in armour, who was wielding a massive blade, half as tall again as Jason, and about as wide as him as well. Then the scene shifted back to the charge of the Sarenjek
"Hurry human, we show you glimpses of the future"..."avert the chaos you missing them would bring"... "Go quickly, chosen of the dragon, you are healed, help your friends"
The three voices that Jason heard came from a strange creature; the bottom was like a pyramid with an eye on it, there was a gap then a four armed creature, then a gap, then a creature who was mainly a head with hair blowing around and silken tendrils drifting off it.
"What are you?" Jason asked of this stacked creature
"We are the Trimvate, the three gods of the desert wanderers," they said in unison
"But..."
"Go, your noble friends do lack you," Said the 'Head' of the Trimvate
The sandstorm began again and faded into whiteness, and then Jason's eyes snapped open. He leapt off the Alter, his wounds indeed being healed, and ran to his sword. He grabbed Janto and tore out onto the deck just in time to see the swarm of Sarenjek charge out of the wreckage of the fortress
"All Wind Blades to me..." called D'ana, Jason and Ruth ran down to the corvette bays after D'ana. Asheth was waiting, the ramps were down. D'ana drew her Atlas blade
"Ready? Cheeeaaaaarrrrrrrggggeeee!!!!" Cried D'ana, vaulting onto Asheth's back and flying out of the bay, Jason followed suit, Janto in one hand, Atlas blade across his back
"I feel the battle, Blood Rage rising" said Ruth into Jason's mind, his eyes turning red.
Jason could feel Janto thirsting for blood and spirit fused, leaping off Ruth into the middle of the pack of enemies. A Blood Rage had seized him, he no longer shuddered at killing, and he was hacking his way through them like a reaper through corn. Heads flew from shoulders, torsos slid apart, enemies became drastically shorter and still Jason hacked his way through them, Ruth shredding and eating Sarenjek, picking single people from the dumb herd that ran blindly on, falling at the blades of Sihn Baran's defenders, even Barankan was hacking at Sarenjeks as they neared him. Jason let some elemental magic rip through enemies and icicles flew through them as if they were made of wet rice paper.
In just over an hour it was all over and the warriors collapsed, spent, to the ground, surrounded by carcasses from both sides. D'vid's Phoenix set fire to the remains of the Sarenjek, the bodies of those of Sihn Baran were carried up to the Temple. Jason passed J'mes, crying over the badly wounded and rather prone form of C'rrol. Again, someone sensed Jason's prescience, Jason held the contact long enough to confirm the identity, Al'x, the Dragon Keeper.
At the feast Jason announced he would be leaving the city, but said he would contact them soon. D'ana decided to come with Jason so they both gathered their possessions and commandeered a heavy cargo transport, sailing off north, the dragons on the back, to the nearest sea, and to a port that would take them to Centranda, the continent upon which Jason's Quest had begun.
Chapter 11
Inside the temple the priests offered prayers to the gods and left Jason on a stretcher, lying on an Alter of sorts. Unconscious, Jason saw only black, then a mist appeared, then the mist became a raging sandstorm and it cleared away, leaving Jason standing in a vast desert of his sub-conscious.
Visions began to appear, the survivors of the Sarenjek fortress charging out, a strange triamaran boat, a great battle. Jason looked at the battle, staring at the leader in the armour, it was him! He had his digi-bond armour over another armour, this one with blades curving out of the gauntlets and shoulders. Imbedded in the armour's shoulder pads were the two crests he wore; the crest of Time and the crest of Blades. In the battle him and two others in similar armour were leading a charge against, Jar'eneth, also clad in armour, who was wielding a massive blade, half as tall again as Jason, and about as wide as him as well. Then the scene shifted back to the charge of the Sarenjek
"Hurry human, we show you glimpses of the future"..."avert the chaos you missing them would bring"... "Go quickly, chosen of the dragon, you are healed, help your friends"
The three voices that Jason heard came from a strange creature; the bottom was like a pyramid with an eye on it, there was a gap then a four armed creature, then a gap, then a creature who was mainly a head with hair blowing around and silken tendrils drifting off it.
"What are you?" Jason asked of this stacked creature
"We are the Trimvate, the three gods of the desert wanderers," they said in unison
"But..."
"Go, your noble friends do lack you," Said the 'Head' of the Trimvate
The sandstorm began again and faded into whiteness, and then Jason's eyes snapped open. He leapt off the Alter, his wounds indeed being healed, and ran to his sword. He grabbed Janto and tore out onto the deck just in time to see the swarm of Sarenjek charge out of the wreckage of the fortress
"All Wind Blades to me..." called D'ana, Jason and Ruth ran down to the corvette bays after D'ana. Asheth was waiting, the ramps were down. D'ana drew her Atlas blade
"Ready? Cheeeaaaaarrrrrrrggggeeee!!!!" Cried D'ana, vaulting onto Asheth's back and flying out of the bay, Jason followed suit, Janto in one hand, Atlas blade across his back
"I feel the battle, Blood Rage rising" said Ruth into Jason's mind, his eyes turning red.
Jason could feel Janto thirsting for blood and spirit fused, leaping off Ruth into the middle of the pack of enemies. A Blood Rage had seized him, he no longer shuddered at killing, and he was hacking his way through them like a reaper through corn. Heads flew from shoulders, torsos slid apart, enemies became drastically shorter and still Jason hacked his way through them, Ruth shredding and eating Sarenjek, picking single people from the dumb herd that ran blindly on, falling at the blades of Sihn Baran's defenders, even Barankan was hacking at Sarenjeks as they neared him. Jason let some elemental magic rip through enemies and icicles flew through them as if they were made of wet rice paper.
In just over an hour it was all over and the warriors collapsed, spent, to the ground, surrounded by carcasses from both sides. D'vid's Phoenix set fire to the remains of the Sarenjek, the bodies of those of Sihn Baran were carried up to the Temple. Jason passed J'mes, crying over the badly wounded and rather prone form of C'rrol. Again, someone sensed Jason's prescience, Jason held the contact long enough to confirm the identity, Al'x, the Dragon Keeper.
At the feast Jason announced he would be leaving the city, but said he would contact them soon. D'ana decided to come with Jason so they both gathered their possessions and commandeered a heavy cargo transport, sailing off north, the dragons on the back, to the nearest sea, and to a port that would take them to Centranda, the continent upon which Jason's Quest had begun.