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Chapter Thirty-Two
I didn't think Dean would say anything all day. He hadn't so far. He'd just stood off to the side of me as I went around each group of soldiers, advising them here and there and answering questions. Today we were learning about treating minor injuries and wounds, a filler lesson since I couldn't get a hold of any combat instructors so far. For some reason they were all indisposed this week. Anyway, Dean did talk, much to my surprise. It was during a break at noon that he struck up a conversation.
"I think it's cool you're a Commander." He'd said, then took a bite out of the hearty sandwich he'd found in his sack lunch.
I said, "It's alright," but I had to repeat myself.
It was loud in the mess hall, and even though Dean and I sat near the front of the room in separate chairs rather than at the crowded tables, we still had trouble hearing one another.
"Being Commander is alright," I told him more loudly. "It's not like I'm the best at it or anything."
"But you are the best, Commander!"
I looked over and saw the young man who'd said that. He was tossing his sack in the waste can and had overheard me on the way.
I smiled at him and said, "Thanks for that, Troy."
Dean said thoughtfully, "Compared to this, my job is really…plain. All I do is sit around and type on the computer and file papers. And sometimes I talk on the phone, but not much. It's not very interesting."
"Is it what you want to do?" I asked.
I was finished with my sandwich and started in on an orange. Dean munched slowly, peering out at the many faces of the troops. He tipped his head forward and pondered my question. I couldn't quite see his profile because his dreads were down in front of his shoulders.
"I guess." He finally responded, and slowly. "I mean, I'm really good at math and this job pays well so."
I frowned and asked, "Isn't there something you really wanted to do, though?"
"If there is, I don't know it yet." Dean replied sincerely. "I really never gave it much thought."
I'd say that was how I was at first; I only jumped in the plumbing business because Mario was already in it and he was my big brother and well, high school was over and I had to do something with my life.
Then came the otherworldly adventures, I thought. Thank God.
In that vein I told Dean, "Your job's not so bad. Just think; you could be fishing hair and car keys out of toilets for a living."
Dean gave me a quick glance and first appeared disgusted, then laughed the loudest I'd ever heard him since I knew him. It wasn't that loud, but for Dean it was a big deal.
He gazed at me with an easy smile and said, "You're funny, Luigi."
Something about his genuine smile and genial presence made me regret every single day I'd spent with Terry and not him. I wished I'd met Dean sooner. We would've been great friends.
BANG!
Not just the loud noise made people hush, but the clumsy, giggled apology that shortly followed.
"Nice one, D."
"It was an accident! You pushed me!"
"I did not, so don't pin it on me."
Daisy was here, I could see a clear shot of her from where we sat between the two sides of tables. She was walking and laughing with Alicia and…General Zair? I stopped peeling my orange and stood.
"Hey, sweetie." Daisy greeted and it was a tiny bit embarrassing, especially when some of the troops snickered or made that 'aw' sound. Alicia came right up to Dean and gave him a hug.
"Hey, Daisy," I smiled uncomfortably. Focusing on her and only her, I relaxed. "Is there something you need?"
"Yes." She said firmly. "I need you to come swimming with us."
"Now?" I frowned. When she nodded I said, "I can't. The troops—"
"—will be under my watch for the remainder of the day." General Zair finished coolly.
The troops groaned but were silenced by a backwards glance. Well, almost all of them were; Portia muttered something that I couldn't make out but the General just ignored her.
I glanced back at Dean and Alicia and then at Daisy.
"Swimming it is, then." I declared, and Daisy grinned.
She took my hand and the other couple followed us out the door. As we walked up the low-grade hill, I looked down at my fiancée. She didn't seem to be any more dressed to go swimming than I was, for she wore nice white shorts and a baby blue shirt. She gazed up at me and beamed.
"I didn't want you to feel left out," Daisy said, "So I got Zair to take over for you. It's not every day we get to have friends over."
"Yeah, you're right about that." I murmured, glancing back at the two.
Alicia was talking to Dean and he had a soft smile on his face as he just patiently listened to her mile-a-minute account of Chai City. I turned back to Daisy.
"It'll be boring again once they're gone," I predicted.
She nodded and said, "That's why we've got to make the most of our time now. Do you want to ride bikes tomorrow? In the evening, after the sun's gone down and it gets cool?"
"Sure," I agreed, knowing I'd be free by then.
We walked towards the back of the palace where there were more trees and forestry. I had to ask where we were going, but Daisy refused to tell me. I suppose it didn't matter. Water was water, and it was hot out; a swim would be awesome.
I just feel bad about the troops, I admitted. It was kind of heartless to leave them in the care of that quasi-sadist. He wouldn't give them the same lesson in healing that I would. He might even tell them, should they be unfortunately torn open in battle, to shed a few tears and keep it moving.
No, not even he is that cruel, I thought. Hoped.
"Luigi," Daisy spoke quietly.
I looked down at her and saw she'd become solemn. She and I were a little distance ahead of Dean and Alicia, and were afforded that space of privacy.
I asked, "What is it?"
"Last night," She began, "I talked to King Boo."
"You, too?" I frowned, not shocked to hear that. "So he told you about the village that got terrorized."
Daisy said, "Yes. He thinks it may have been Bowser."
"But Bowser doesn't have his powers," I reminded her, stepping over a large fallen tree trunk.
Daisy did the same and said, "No, but he may have someone helping him, like a witch. They could temporarily restore his powers through magic. And," The girl's eyes narrowed as she added, "I last saw him with a medallion, the same one he used back in the palace in the Badlands. He could have gotten his fire through wearing that."
"What did Boo say about it?" I asked.
She bit her lip and told me, "I didn't bring that up. I only just now remembered."
"So you think we should send scouts out there?" I suggested. "I could take my troops—"
Daisy shook her head and said, "We don't know who his ally is or what caliber their strength lies at. It could be dangerous. Besides, he may have also moved locations."
"But we've got to check," I insisted. "It'd be good to keep watch on him."
Daisy said, "Yes. That's why I'll send some troops to just go and investigate the area."
"Why not us?" I spoke for myself and my soldiers.
Daisy gazed at me gently and said, "I don't want you facing him prematurely. This is just to see if it really was him."
I understood her reasoning, and in all fairness my troops weren't ready yet. We still hadn't even gotten the guns from Mario yet, hadn't even finished their training.
"Trust me," Daisy stated, "This isn't the last we'll hear of that viper. If he's big and bold enough to attack now after hiding out so long, he'll more than likely strike again." She said, "Maybe we could catch him in the act."
As always, the mention of the Dark King put a serious damper on the liveliness of the mood. I swung our joined hands up and kissed the back of hers.
"Let's talk about something else now." I suggested.
Daisy stared at me, troubled, but her expression cleared like clouds parting for the sun and she smiled.
"Alright," She agreed. "How was your day?"
"It's gotten a whole lot better." I chuckled.
She asked, "Did you and Dean do any bonding?"
"Uh, I'm not sure what you mean, Daisy. We're not glue." I teased her.
Daisy said, "You know what I mean!"
"Yeah, I do." I agreed. "And yeah I guess we did bond, we bonded over the topic of whose job was more interesting."
"Did you win?" Daisy asked slyly.
I laughed and said, "It wasn't a contest! But…considering I might die from mine, I'd say I did."
"That's not funny, Luigi." Daisy's voice was soft and worried.
I stopped and ran a hand down her arm saying, "Hey, I'm sorry. You're right. I have a terrible sense of humor."
She brought her hand up to my cheek and said, "No, I'm just not ready to lose you." She pinched my skin and added, "I don't think I will be. Like, ever. So don't you go and die on me, mister."
"I'll do my best."
Alicia and Dean caught up to us just as I leaned down to kiss her and for once I wasn't embarrassed.
"Now isn't that sweet?" Alicia cooed as she and Dean stepped past us.
Daisy and I broke apart, the former with a big grin, and she hurried to get ahead of her friend.
"Wait up," She cried, "You don't even know where we're going!"
"So why don't you tell me!" Alicia shot back.
Dean and I followed the playfully squabbling girls in amicable silence.
If it weren't for the knowledge of his horrid destination, Ludwig might have appreciated his freedom a bit more. He wasn't tied or chained at all, nor was there any magic binding him to the immortal sitting a few feet away from him. They were far from the mountains as they'd been traveling by foot for a good three and a half days now. In the beginning, Ludwig had tried to escape a couple times, but without his magic he was limited to the abilities of a child. Nikolai proved to be astoundingly tolerant and, rather than punish him, let him exhaust his energy with futile attempts. Both of them knew Ludwig's fate was sealed. That was why Nikolai was so calm now as he sat in a vast meadow, a dark being among harmless daisies and rolling green grass, without a care on his mind.
"You really ought to eat," Nikolai spoke conversationally, rolling an apple in his hand.
He tossed it towards the child who sat with his legs folded and with a consternated expression on his little face. Nikolai watched the fruit fall into the boy's lap and then saw the child take it into his small hands reluctantly.
Nikolai said, "You'll need all your strength for whatever Cal's got in store for you."
That made Ludwig don a sour scowl as he chucked the apple away in disgust. If he had any trace of an appetite it was gone now. He was again reminded of the peril that awaited him and it made him fret inside.
I have to find a way to escape, he thought, bowing his head and retreating to the solace of his mind, safe from sight behind the curtain of his sleek navy hair.
Nikolai noticed this and stood. He said, "Don't worry. We won't be arriving at HQ until much later. I've got to make a short detour."
Ludwig blinked and faced his captor, who was now crouching in the field. He motioned for Ludwig to stand and when Ludwig did so, Nikolai reached for his hand. When Ludwig refused Nikolai grabbed his shirt collar and laid his palm deep into the grass, against the earth. A second later they were transported to another world. They stood in the same position, as they were truly in the same spot, just in another world. A parallel world.
"Come on." Nikolai urged, pulling Ludwig along.
A barefoot, blue-haired child and a man in out of date clothing garnered much attention from the people—there were so many of them—but Nikolai paid them no mind. The hunter had to cross an intersection of traffic and a few more busy streets to get to where he was going. He also had to meander through mobs of rushing men and women who had nasty words for the shoving hunter and that irritated the immortal. But they made it to the place he was so anxious to get to and, once there, he breathed out a quick, thrilled sigh before digging in his pocket. While he did, Ludwig observed the building. It looked like an apartment. He was familiar with those. There was one in this very town that he used to visit about once a month, just to see her face.
Nikolai found what he was looking for.
I knew that bitch wouldn't give me what I want, he thought with an acrid frown, which is why I took the liberty of stealing it.
He took the talisman and held it to his lips, grateful to the inanimate object that would bring him closer to what he wanted most. He conjured a piece of string with a wave of his hand and tied it round the wooden object, then knotted it behind his neck so that it hung just above his sternum. With it on, he cautiously moved towards the apartment's front steps. He stood at the bottom one and hesitated, glancing at the talisman around his neck.
If this doesn't work I'll be incinerated, he thought through narrowed blue eyes.
Ludwig, even in his impaired state, could sense there were very powerful wards in place. He stepped back behind Nikolai, who at the same time took the slowest step forward of his life.
I'm alive, the hunter thought, his foot unharmed on the first step. That's a good sign.
He took another step and another, emboldened when nothing happened. He had to use a complicated spell to undo whatever magic was locking the door and then three more prevented him from going even further.
Paranoid, sweetheart? Nikolai chuckled as he thought that because he knew these wards were created with him in mind. And although they were cumbersome to get around, the hardest part was over. He'd used the relic to do what he couldn't before. Tamaryn was right, he wasn't as skilled in magic as his brother and for the longest time he'd been confounded, unable to enter the apartment. But now he did, and with a gloating smirk he took in its interior.
Where are we, Ludwig wondered, trailing into the apartment's open door with just as much ware as the older sorcerer. Nikolai moved quickly about the place, opening doors and searching the rooms. The place was empty.
"No matter," Nikolai muttered, "I'll come back."
Something began to chip and crack. Nikolai glanced around, thinking it was Ludwig. He went over to where the child had picked up a picture frame off of the television set and was staring at it, transfixed.
"Stop making that noise," Nikolai frowned, turning the boy by the shoulder.
He, too, got a glimpse at the photo. There were two women in the picture and one of them was his target, his prey. He took the photo and heard that cracking noise again. Absently he scratched at his neck.
"You're looking for that woman, aren't you?" Ludwig asked, his emerald eyes knowing.
Nikolai said, "No longer. I've found her. All I have to do now is bide my ti—stop making that noise!"
"It's not me." Ludwig denied, then pointed at the sorcerer. "It's that thing around your neck. It's breaking."
Nikolai frowned in confusion and then looked from the photo to the talisman. Indeed it was breaking. There were cracks in the barrel-shaped wood and they were getting bigger by the second.
It's her magic; it's stronger than the talisman, Nikolai despaired, already feeling his skin start to burn. The wards were activating against him and his source of protection was failing him. It wouldn't be long before the magic surrounding the apartment overpowered the magic inside the talisman.
I've got about ten seconds, he estimated. He pocketed the frame, grabbed Ludwig, and headed for the door.
The talisman exploded.
"Ah!" Nikolai hissed as the splintered pieces of wood dug into his throat.
He screamed at the pain of tiny blisters blossoming on his skin all over his body. Changing his mind on the spot he teleported them back to the field and collapsed to his knees. The flowers swayed innocuously as he gritted his teeth and made the blisters disappear. He filled himself with icy energy so that the redness faded from his heated skin and caught his breath. His ego took a beating at this; to be bested by a witch, a woman, his wife. He stood and composed himself, then began picking the splinters out of his neck.
With the talisman destroyed, I have no way of getting back inside, Nikolai thought angrily. He winced as some of his skin came out with another splinter and flicked the bloody shard away.
Gazing at the ground he contemplated, I could go back to Tamaryn, but she'll be wise to the fact that I stole from her and if she was bitter then, she really will hex me now. No, I can't go back to her.
The ex-enforcer observed Nikolai with his steel-trap mind and put his cunning to work. He went over to the picture frame that had fallen out of the other man's pocket and studied it silently, keeping the sorcerer in his peripheral vision as he spoke.
"I could help you get to her." His voice cool and his tone open-ended.
Nikolai froze with his hand up to his bloodied neck and stared at the child. His long navy hair was aloft, being carried by the strengthening winds. Ludwig rubbed his thumb over the glass of the photo and Nikolai scowled.
"You'll say anything to get out of facing Callian." He accused.
Ludwig turned to him and said, "Maybe so, but what do you have to lose?"
Nikolai vacillated between entertaining the child and just heading to his brother. He didn't want to, but he could try and get Callian to help him with the wards.
Ugh, I hate asking him for anything, Nikolai thought dourly. He never lets me live it down.
"Are you saying you could lead me to her?" Nikolai was deliberately vague so as not to give the boy any details he could twist around and deceive him with.
Ludwig answered, "I could lead you to where she might be."
"And I suppose you'd like your freedom for that?" Nikolai wryly stated.
Ludwig nodded once.
It took some time for Nikolai to come to a decision, but in the end he chose to take a chance on the boy. Like Ludwig said, the hunter had very little to lose.
It felt like summer in one of those nineties movies, like this was the point in our lives where time stood totally still and we were invincible, free. I'd never felt like this before and I didn't know if I ever would again; this was one of those moments I would have to store in the vault for whenever I got down or depressed because I knew it'd snap me right out of whatever bad mood I was in in an instant. How could it not? The sun was shining, the wind was blowing just right, and I had my favorite person in the world here beside me. Well, not anymore.
Daisy's secret swimming location was a part of Chai I didn't know existed. It was far behind the palace and the land was wild, untamed, so unlike the rest of the orderly city. It was a vast bay with a tiny rocky Cliffside that went on for miles in both directions and gave way to toffee-colored earth and after that clear blue water. When I saw the bay I had to stop because it was just perfect. With the sun high in the bright blue sky and the water shining like a sea of diamonds, I was sad I didn't have a camera. It would have been a great—
"Let's take a picture!"
Well, at least one of us planned ahead, I thought when I heard Alicia suggest that.
She and Daisy had bolted off ahead of Dean and stopped at the cliff. They turned to us and I saw the taller girl pull a phone from her shorts pocket. She held it high in the air with a frown.
"Reception here is crap," She stated, then grinned and said, "But that doesn't mean this phone isn't good for something! Come on, bring it in!"
She grabbed Daisy's hand and waved Dean and me over with the other. I hated taking pictures, but I guess this time I could make an exception. I stood on one end of our group, next to Daisy, with Dean at the other end. Upon being prompted by the bossy girl whose curly hair took up the most space, we all draped our arms over each other's shoulders and waited for her to hit the shutter button.
"Hey, you're not smiling!" Alicia accused, glancing over at me with a faux-pout.
I faked a small one for her sake and she scoffed a little and rolled her eyes. She then fell out of line and stood in front of the other three of us with her phone poised sideways at me.
"I want a picture of just you, Luigi." Alicia spoke in a soft, fond voice. "And I want you to smile!"
"Do I have to?" I was only half joking when I asked that.
Alicia grinned wonderfully and said, "Yes!"
I sighed.
"Please?" The young woman's dark eyes were entreating.
Daisy shook her head and Dean just gave me a sympathetic look as if he knew all about his fiancée's tactics.
"Alright," I acceded and Alicia's brown skin was practically glowing all over by now.
I shoved my hands in my pockets because if taking a picture weren't bad enough, taking one alone was downright awkward. Daisy seemed to think it was funny, my discomfort, for she stood off to the side with Dean just laughing behind her hand.
"Luigi," Alicia lowered her phone with a disappointed frown. "Please, just smile; like, really smile. I can tell when you're faking."
Why is this so important to her? I look cheesy when I smile for real and she wants to capture that cheesiness for posterity's sake? Why?
I looked to the side and locked eyes with Daisy. She stared at me first with those lovely light eyes and then slowly her scarlet lips stretched from corner to corner. Her smile was contagious and I didn't even realize I was doing it, too, until I heard Alicia squeal delightedly.
"You weren't looking at the camera, but that's fine." She said, gazing at the photo on her phone. She looked up and told us, "Pictures are incredible. They're the only true way we can travel in time."
It was either her words or her reverent tone that suddenly made me feel bad for not indulging her earlier. She obviously took this way more seriously than I thought.
"Well the sun's not gonna' be out forever; let's go!" Daisy declared, running for the cliff.
Alicia took off behind her and, laughing, they jumped off it and landed on the ground. Dean and I were slow to follow and he was even more quiet than usual. I didn't mind. Everything about this day was great.
"Daisy, what are you…"
What do you think she's doing, brainless?
I saw the girls stripping and didn't know what to think for a second, but then I saw they had on bathing suits underneath. Alicia's was red, a good color for her, and it fit her long, lithe body well. Dean was very lucky. Daisy's was…
"What do you think?" My girl asked, letting her hair down and twirling playfully.
The suit was navy and plainly cut, but it didn't matter. Daisy made it look extraordinary. Her curvy waist and backside gave shape to the garment and I liked the way the top straps circled around her neck and teased at the view of her chest. When she twirled her long, wavy chestnut locks moved with her and settled over her slim shoulders and in front of her face alluringly. She wanted to know what I thought? Honestly?
"You're beautiful." I spoke in quiet breath.
Daisy laughed and said, "I was talking about the swimsuit!"
"Oh yeah, it's…it's great." I told her.
But nothing compared to you
She put her clothes down on a rock and I did the same with my t-shirt. I took off my trainers and set them next to Daisy's shoes, then felt her hands slide down my arms from behind. By the hands Daisy led me out towards the water and it was warmer than I expected. The ground was like clay beneath my feet and the water grew progressively cooler. It was the ideal balm against the high-noon heat.
I said, "Remember when—"
"—we went swimming at the lake?" Daisy finished with a grin. "At the Mushroom Kingdom? Yeah, I remember."
"That seems like a long time ago." I spoke with the water up to my chest.
Daisy let go of my hands and I saw her start to swim expertly towards deeper waters. Alicia was with her and I couldn't see Dean so I guessed he was underwater, too. Soon we all were.
We spent hours in the bay, splashing around and racing laps and playing kids' games like Marco Polo and water tag. It was the most fun I'd had in a long time.
After the sun went down, I found myself sitting next to a soaking wet Dean on the cliff with our legs hanging over the edge. I'd never known a person who could say so much with just a look and a smile. His silences were something I was starting to appreciate.
"What is it?" He now spoke and he sounded concerned.
It wasn't unwarranted. I'd jolted abruptly because my chest started to burn and tingle. I glanced down and saw it was the mark on my chest. It was glowing. Lo and behold, a glance out at the bay showed me the two young women standing with the water up to their ankles and their heads ducked towards each other; Daisy was speaking to her friend and stroking her fingers over the scratches on her chest. I rubbed the ones on mine and she met my eyes.
Later, when we were all heading back towards the palace, we saw something strange. It was in the woods right in the castle's backyard. There was a bright blue light flashing. It was after dark so the light was clearly noticeable. I thought we should ignore it, but Daisy and Alicia wanted to investigate so that's how we ended up trekking in the forest under the great big white moon.
It was getting cold and my pants were sticking to my legs as I walked, chilling me to the bone. Though dry my t-shirt was no protection against the lowering temperatures.
I hope we hurry up and figure this out so we can get back indoors, I thought, craving a hot shower.
Following the light led us further into the woods than I ever wanted to go, considering this was where the last part of my training took place. But the girls were adamant in continuing on.
"It's this way!" Alicia took the lead.
"Keep your voice down," Daisy advised. "We don't know what that thing is."
"Exactly," I pointed out. "So why don't we just—"
"Shh!" Daisy interrupted, "Do you hear that?"
We all saw another gust of blue light from the left and this time it came with a whooshing noise. It was fire, I'd know that sound anywhere. Unsurprisingly, the next time we saw a blue light it was wrapped around the trunk of a tree only a couple feet in front of us.
"Ah!"
"Whoa!"
We all jumped and you'd think that brush with being fried would change the women's minds, but no. They just glanced at each other and doubled their pace in the direction of where the blue flame had come from.
We got to a clearing and before any of us could break through the shrubs and bushes, Daisy pulled up short. The rest of us followed suit and she wordlessly pointed ahead, then put her finger to her lips. What we saw stunned me, at least. But I shouldn't have been so shocked.
It was Zair. He was practicing some kind of offensive, martial-arts-looking moves and without a shirt. I knew he was buff but it was just weird seeing the man I'd pegged to be old with defined abs and biceps.
"Whoa, who is that?" Alicia whispered.
Daisy told her, "An old friend of my parents."
And a closet sadist, I wanted to pitch in, but from here I was afraid the General would hear me. It wasn't a far-fetched notion, for a moment later he stilled, his black eyes keenly sliding over until the pinpointed exactly where we stood huddled behind the thin shroud of shrubbery.
"You can come out now." General Zair spoke, folding his arms. "All four of you."
"How did…" Alicia trailed, then was led by the arm by Daisy as she stepped into the clearing.
Dean and I followed and the General studied us all in turn, bowing a bit at the princess.
"You're out late." He observed. "Did you have a pleasant swim?"
"It was great," Daisy answered, then said, "We didn't mean to spy on you, by the way. We just didn't know where the light was coming from."
Like a schoolgirl Alicia stood slightly behind her friend in the presence of the tall, intimidating male. She cast curious glances at him when his intense eyes weren't on her and when they were, she stared off to the side.
I probably should have thought before I next spoke, but seeing Zair train like that gave me an idea.
I said, "Do you think you could come teach the troops combat tomorrow?"
General Zair lifted a black brow.
"It's just that, you've got fire. In your hands." I explained, "Like the Dark King." He tilted his head when I said this and I hurriedly added, "Not to say that you're like him at all, but I just think it would help if you were to give the troops a uh, feeling of what it's like to fight against him."
General Zair tapped his fingers against one of his folded arms and took a while to answer me. When he did, I wanted to take back everything I'd asked.
"It would be my pleasure." He responded with a flit of a smirk. There was that sadism coming out, making me wonder what I'd just done.
Have those posters in high school taught you nothing? What happened to think before you speak?
No matter how much I berated myself, I couldn't just say, 'never mind'. It's not like he'd listen at this point.
The General dropped his arms and gazed down at me and said, "When are we going to have that talk, Commander?"
Daisy glanced between us and asked, "What talk?"
"Later," I told the General. "When I get a chance, I'll come and find you or something."
General Zair didn't stop staring at me for several seconds, and even then he donned one of his impossible to read expressions.
All he said, though, was, "I see. I'll be looking forward to it." He strode past our group and called behind him, "Enjoy the rest of your evening, young people."
A/N: Thanks for reading.
~DymondGold~