AUTHOUR'S NOTE: Alright, then…
DISCLAIMER: I don't own ToS.
That night… Kuchinawa sat around a fire and makeshift camp, several miles away from Sybak, in the woods.
The block of ice, propped up with a few sticks, over the fire, was sweating rather profoundly, but no sign of decrease in size.
Perplexed, Kuchinawa quickly snatched the ice, from the sticks prison and fire. He took a well-jagged rock and wedged it into the dirt. He held the ice up at chest level and slammed it upon the rock. It shattered, into several chunks. He picked up the finger, and studied it. It was small, smooth, with a tiny fingernail. It was an index finger. An index finger of a child.
Kuchinawa sighed and flung the appendage over his shoulder. He scooped up the ice fragments and dropped them into the fire.
He stretched out on the ground and stared at the fire.
Fucking Knights… How am I supposed to get a boat, now…?
He rolled over, and tried to get some sleep. He was aware that the fire was still going.
"Let it burn half the field," he yawned. "Some trees need a lot of heat to release seeds."
Asleep, he fell to…
Kuchinawa awoke the next morning, with rays of the sun, raining through the tree branches and leaves.
He groaned and turned over, to his disappointment, to see the fire subsided and nothing, except the ground it was on, was burnt.
With a tired grunt, he hoisted himself up. A sparkle in the soot caught his eye. He kicked the ash to reveal the pieces of ice, still there.
"What the hell?"
He picked up the ice shards and put them in a satchel. He packed up his other stuff, and headed for Sybak, to try and find a half-elf to explain this phenomenon to him.
He burst through the thick brush on the edge of the forest, uprooting some small shrubs, as he ran on his marathon to Sybak. He was still tying his sword sheath around his shoulder…
Dark clouds were gathering together.
Great… Kuchinawa thought. It's going to rain…
A flash of lightning, filled the sky, and a symphony of booming thunder filled his ears.
He had to hurry. He was sure there might be suspicion about him, even Sybak, with the man he killed, and the woman he threatened to kill. The meteorologists might be going out in this storm for some field study, at close to the entrance.
Finally, at Sybak, Kuchinawa didn't see anybody outside to study the weather. It was dark and raining heavily. He hid behind some boxes to catch his breath. He had run over four miles.
After a forty-five minute rest, he sat up and peered over the boxes to see if anyone was around.
Confirming no other presence, he left his hiding spot and walked over to the other entrance into the university.
He walked over the sewer entrances and came to the fourth one.
He opened it, and dropped in. He fell down into knee-deep water.
He stretched out his hands, for it was pitch black, and felt the side. He sloshed through the sewage water, until he felt a convex bump in the wall. He wrapped his hand around it and pulled open the stone door, to the side. He jumped from the water and onto the passage and walked through.
A few seconds later, he reached the back of a bookcase and kicked it down.
As it fell, books and various items flew from it, as the wooden shelf continued to the floor and landed with a loud crack. The three half-elves in the room gasped.
Kuchinawa, acting as if nothing happened, said, "I need you three to explain something to me." He pulled the satchel from within his outer robe and tossed it onto the table. "Open it up and tell me what it is that's inside."
The three half-elves didn't move.
Kuchinawa sighed in exasperation. "It's not an explosive. Now, open it!" He yelled.
The male half-elf slowly walked over the table and set his hands on the strings. He untied the knot and, before he unveiled what was inside, he asked, "How can I trust you that there isn't something dangerous in here?"
"Because," Kuchinawa began to explain. He grabbed the half-elf woman, by her green-hair, and pulled a star out and held it dangerously across her throat, as she whimpered in fear. "If you don't, she goes."
"Okay, okay, okay," the half-elf man cried. "J…Just don't do anything to her."
He tightened his grip on the bag strings and turned his head away from it, and yanked it opened.
Nothing happened… The half-elf man, exhaled deeply in relief.
Kuchinawa threw the woman to the ground. She yelped, but saved herself, with her hands. She stayed on the ground, still weeping, trying to recover from her near-death experience. She held her wrist, for it broke.
Kuchinawa walked over to the man, and grabbed him under his arms and, threw him to the ground next to the woman. The man quickly sat up, for he wasn't thrown directly to the ground, like the woman, and gently took the woman's hand to see where she broke it.
Kuchinawa stomped his feet at them. "Stop your sniveling and get back to your work." The man quickly stood up and helped the lady up and they went back to their test work.
Kuchinawa turned his direction the other half-elf woman.
But, before he spoke, "You just came down here to deliberately torture us, didn't you?" the half-elf woman asked, crossing her arms.
Kuchinawa cocked his head, "In this sack, is fragments of an item of peculiar properties. And, you will be wise to cease your defiant stand and tell me what they are." Kuchinawa said, in a threatening tone of voice.
"Fine. If you leave directly afterwards."
"Very well." Kuchinawa pulled one of the ice pieces from the satchel and tossed it to her.
"Ice?" she said, in a huffy tone.
The half-elf man then said, "Please Kate. Just do what he says." The other woman nodded in agreement, cradling her wounded wrist.
"Okay."
Kate took the ice from Kuchinawa and studied the ice under a microscope. After a few minutes, Kate turned and handed the ice chunks to Kuchinawa. "It's just ice."
"Bullshit! This ice doesn't melt!"
A loud band was then heard at the door. A voice on the other end yelled, "Keep quiet down there, half-elves!"
The lock clicked. Kuchinawa quickly ran out through the passageway.
Kate quickly erected the bookshelf back up against the threshold of the secret entrance.