Normal POV

"What!?"

"I mean, her DNA doesn't completely match. It's as if she's a different species."

'Should've seen this one coming.' Two days passed since the arena, and Jen was sleeping the heatstroke off in the medbay. During that time, Dolly did a few blood tests. They were close enough for her to listen in.

They fell silent when Jen jerked. Seeing their point of interest shuffling a bit before stilling, Damas turned his attention to Seem, "Report."

"We have managed to open some of the eco vents in the lower levels of the Temple. My monks are now pulling weapons from the archives to further their training."

"Why the sudden need? If it's the Mauraders . . ."

Seem shook her head. "No, not them. When I took the Grey One to the temple, the Oracle spoke."

They moved to take the conversation elsewhere. Jen shrugged and fell back to sleep.

"This has better not be a daily occurrence lass."

"And see your face each time? Perish the thought."

It's been one week since the arena, and Jen was finally getting out of the medbay. Dolly refused to let her out until the cycle has fully passed. Jen was more concerned about getting over the heat stroke. On the plus side, Jen received a new outfit.

A long, tan tunic with short sleeves and baggy blue pants. Bandages covering her arms, long brown cloth split in front and crossed over. A brown leather cuff over the left wrist. And most importantly, brown boots. Her previous pair pretty much melted from the arena.

One of the things learned was that Jen needed more water than they did. Instead of one water skin a day, it was two. Not to mention, she had to be far more careful of the heat than the average person. Looking out a window, the suns are now just rising. People are already out, doing their thing.

"C'mon chickie, Lordship wants to see you. I'm to show you the way." Jen took the time while following Kleiver, who has a full head of hair now that she paid a bit more attention, to think on how she's going to get food. If she could find artifacts, or maybe manifest eco into a solid state and barter for her meals. 'Might as well pick up edibles while I'm outside the walls. Not to mention, when am I going to get a place of my own to sleep in? I also need to get my stuff out of . . .' CLUNK

Jen hissed, gripping her face. What the hell did she hit? The air shimmered before revealing what looks to be a Dark Satellite. Only difference was . . . it's tiny. The size of a person, not a big boulder.

Giving off a shrill, it dropped a whip cord and lunged down.

Two hours! It took two, bloody, hours to demolish that thing! And that was with practically the entire city shooting at it. Kleiver lost the tip of his left ear and dealt a nasty blow to the head. Jen threw some green eco at it, hoping it would be enough to prevent potential infection.

The city has suffered many scrapes and bruises, some broken bones, and the loss of a life. She had a nasty slice the left side of her face, from the jawline to beneath the eye. It was most likely to scar.

"I mean it girl, come back tonight."

"I hear ya, Lucy. I'll see you tonight. Just get those legs taken care of first."

Lucy. Demolition expert. Red hair, pixie cut, three claw marks on her face. Red shirt and white pants. The satellite knocked a wooden beam down on her and broke both legs. If Jen didn't find her when she did, Lucy would have most likely lost her legs or more.

"Lass, going to need some more green over here."

"Coming Dolly." The seal of Mar may have hurt in the beginning, but it also meant Jen had practically an unlimited amount of eco. Dolly figured that out fast and pulled Jen in to create extra eco for the wounded until Spargus could get in contact with the monk temple. The satellite messed up the communication antenna and the pipes containing the eco needed for the transport rings during its rampage.

"Somebody turn on the ring! The Golden Order is ready and waiting!"

Letting out a breath of relief, Jen turned around, ready to ask Dolly for a breather, only to smack into the King. "Come with me." Internally groaning, Jen complied. Now what?

"You forgot to mention something specific," Damas opened the door to the garage, "Imagine my surprise, after all that has happened recently," why is Exonn in the garage and who is that older look alike standing next to him? "The opportunity to start setting aside generations worth of hatred," the two guests looked at me and bowed, "because of your actions."

Remember the history lesson a while back? There's more to it. The Mauraders are originally from the northern Icelands. They were originally sent to the desert as punishment or training for the troublemakers or criminals of their clans. Finding the group who started causing trouble for Spargus, they lied and said Spargans were the instigators of violence. That is how the hostilities really got going.

Exonn was drugged to the ears and silenced when he found out the truth of the Northerns. Reading the papers jogged his memories. The current head chief of the North is his father. Word got to him and all Norths were pulled back.

"Short ears."

"Long ears."

Exonn stared a bit before he snorted. "You have my thanks short ears. I have something for a channeler like you." He passed over what looked like a bow, but with no string. "It will work only when you channel eco. Best do it outside."

The Father handed Damas a sword that was glowing yellow, "King Damas, I offer my utmost apologies for what has been going on for far too long. May this weapon serve you to the end."

The two soon took their leave after that. Jen really could not say that she was expecting the day to go as it did. Not to mention . . . A DARK SATELLITE NOW?! That wasn't supposed to happen for almost a decade!

She was so caught up in her thoughts, Jen didn't register the fact that she was being lead elsewhere until she was pushed into the lift. As much as she admired the king back when he was part of a video game, the thought of facing him alone now was too intimidating. Especially when he looked like wanted to toss her into the arena for a death match.

"Now," Damas stood in front of the steps leading to the throne, "you will speak the truth."

Purple eyes bearing down, Jen couldn't help but nervously swallow. What did Seem say?

Author's Note

A huge thank you for chobits15 for creating Jen's outfit. you can find it here at this link

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