THE JOURNEY THROUGH ETERNITY
A Diablo 2 Fan-Fiction - Rated: Teen
Chapter 4
"The Necromancer"
The carriage is ready. We have all we need.
Kashya led me there, and left when I already reached the way into the carriage. I entered quietly through the small steps, ducked to avoid getting hit on the head, and as I tilted my head right, I found a long seat from the nearest edge to the other side. I smiled. The inside was fine; warm and cozy. It was made out of wood, obviously, and the cover was made out of thick cloth. I doubt the sands get in - these kinds of fabrics are tough and the holes are so tiny nothing can go through it - even water.
I positioned myself to the seat and relaxed my tired, sleepy body by leaning it against the wall. There was a support so it would rather look like a chair than a piece of vertical wood positioned above huge blocks of light wood. I opened my eyes. I saw the things around me, arranged neatly. The carpets were in front of me, in case we sleep in the middle of our journey, a bunch of firewood tied with a bendable metal rope, and a container - probably close to a treasure chest, filled with food. There is meat inside, too. I think they're cooked.
"Leashya?" a man's voice called.
I faced at the direction, which is at the entry. Warriv appeared shortly, wearing his usual suit - a blue thick cloth with slate-colored scarf connected to the cap… or is it a cap? I mean, he wears something on his forehead, still slate-colored and there is a cloth hanging down from it, covering his ears then it's like, turned into a scarf from his shoulders. I don't know what it's called. But it doesn't matter. And he wears boots, a red sash around the hips and smooth satin pants which is enclosed with red tapes of cloth tied behind his legs.
"Yes?" I answered.
He looked around. "How is it?"
"Great!" I said. "Marvelous! Great!"
He made a wide smile. "Really?" he said happily. "I worked for that since yesterday, I think. It's a big job to work and make the sister of the chieftain good."
"Right…"
It was silent. The chirp of the worried bird broke it, triggering us to talk once more…
"You really don't have to do this, Warriv." I said. "I mean, it's not like I'm royalty. Most of the Rogues don't trust Amazons like me, you see. And you're serving Rogues, not Amazons."
"But you are different, Leashya." Warriv said. "You're still Kashya's sister and she cannot change it even if she kills you or banish you or something…"
I looked down. I don't know I was looking down at the floor for no reason, since I thought of many things. I started to play with my hands.
"Don't worry Leashya." Warriv said.
"It's just that - I think I'm the only one in the world stuck in this situation." I told him quietly. "Between rival clans… Each side attacking each other and all that. Competitiveness… It's hard not being an ally on either side!"
Warriv nodded. "Yes, I think I understand you…"
"Whereas you are not me, handling this life." I said, silently still.
Warriv waited for me to quiet down. "You're not the only one in this world in that situation, Leashya."
I looked up at him slowly. My face suddenly turned into an innocent one.
"Everyone in this world didn't experience only happiness, only sadness, only anger, or only hate." Warriv explained looking at my eyes. "Every person experiences everything."
He paused. I looked down again, slowly.
"Even the wealthiest person. Even the poorest, sickest person. At least once in their life, they must have experienced those, too." Warriv continued. "They're still humans. Rich men do their best at first when they are poor until they reach what they are now. Sometimes, some of them are lonely at their homes, no one looking, cared or anything - since they're supposed to be looked up because they're rich or anything like that.
"Poor people feel pain as always - only few to eat and hard around money but, don't you know they can still pursue happiness?" Warriv said. He smiled. I remained silent. There was another while of silence.
"Oh, I almost forgot…" he said, then tried to pull something out of his pocket.
"What is it?" I asked, looking at his pocket.
He's scanning his pocket until he found a small scroll. It was not crumpled, and has a nice green band tied around it.
"Ah… Here you go." He said, handing me the scroll. "Akara wants me to give you this."
I took it. There's nothing I can do, right?
"She told me this helps you to close this entrance here." he instructed. "She also helps me set these things up, you know."
"Thanks, Warriv." I thanked him.
"Okay. Just tell me when you're ready to leave!"
He left. I waited until his footsteps are far off. While waiting, I just stared blankly at the scroll. I wonder what's within it.
I gently pulled the band off the scroll with my left hand. It slipped instantly, like it was loose by default. I put the band down to my side and opened the rolled piece of old parchment. I found some writing, neat writing, and read it with my eyes:
Lif'd usc coa. Mez wi hawn.
So far, these words aren't taught to me yet.
But there was a pleasant but interesting sound. I faced the direction of the noise and found out something amazing. Did Akara really…? I can't describe how I feel.
The edges of the entry seemed to be stretching, trying to reach each other. It took about few seconds for them to touch, and as they do, little black strings begin to seam the edges and transformed into a solid fabric enclosing me inside - completely safe for sure. My jaw dropped in awe.
That will stop me from wondering on how I can keep the sands from going in. But how will I open it?
I read it again: Lif'd usc coa. Mez wi hawn.
The fabric started a low and silent ripping sound and was torn to make the entry again. I'm expecting to see torn-fabric edges but it doesn't appear that way. The fabric seemed to be mending and fixed itself like what it was before.
I shook my head and smiled. Those are the only things I could think about at this moment.
"Leashya, are you ready?" Warriv called afar. He has returned from his previous work, and I don't know what it is. I don't really care.
"Sure!" I yelled. I know he can't hear me with a whisper, can he?
His footsteps hastened, and I know he is running. He appeared at the entry.
"You have all you need?"
"Yes," I said.
He looked around. "Hmm… If you are hungry, you can just get some of the cooked meat in the container over there."
He pointed at the container in front of me.
"Okay," I said.
"Be prepared. Say goodbye to anyone you know. You'll be back in just two days." Warriv said.
"Uhm… Sure." I said. It took me a while to think about he said. "You? Don't you mean us?"
He was about to leave but hearing my voice asking him means to answer it. "Unfortunately," he said. "…no. Only you will go and find your way home. Didn't Akara tell you to escort the first mercenary we'll find?"
"I wasn't paying attention, sorry." I told him. I really wasn't (I only asked Kashya how I look like back there so that I can tell you the story. It seems so incomplete without it). "So, you're looking for more?"
"Yes, that's true." he replied. "Maybe five more or so."
"But won't you take long?" I asked, almost making him stop saying his last word.
He paused and started to think. Then he said, "I think for two weeks. But I'll try my best to get here as early as I can."
He stared at me. I didn't make a sound.
"So," he said. "I - I'll just go around and prepare the horses…"
A tall shadow replaced Warriv. It was making its way here, and then I finally saw who really wanted to say goodbye to.
Black boots, Black skirt, a gray chain suit with black leather straps on the shoulder, an orange cape, a black circlet - and orange hair. I can't make mistakes on this part - for it was my beloved sister, Kashya.
She looks at me, her arms crossed. Her strict face, after one blink of her eye, became a smiling face. It was very pleasant, after seeing her stressful these days - I can't help but being happy just seeing her smile. These past months, she's having a lot of stress, but she doesn't tell me what makes her. It her own business, her own.
I smiled back. I think this is her way to say goodbye.
She nodded, closing her eyes, then left.
I looked back on the scroll. I read it and closed the entry.
It took about more than ten minutes for Warriv to prepare the horses. What do I know, though? Maybe he's fixing some other things.
"Get ready Leashya!" Warriv called. He was already at the front, ready.
I spent time humming and closed my eyes wishing I could be in a world of peace, not chaos. Sometimes I wish there are no such thing as demons and magic, to lessen the sufferings of people here in our reality.
"I already am!" I told him.
Now what should I do?
Even though I am so much active for today, I can't help but sleep in boredom.
Darkness. Well, I love using that word.
Four blurred images of persons are in view, and the first visible person was Danaetia, standing beside me. The environment is blurry, too - even I can't describe it that good. All I know is a green background and the ground below, slate colored - again. Now the color's starting to hurt my eyes bad.
I gripped her hands tight.
One - blurry woman was staring at me, telling from the direction her head. Danaetia asked her whether I should be a part of them.
"Why?" she asked arrogantly.
"Because I wanted her to be," Danaetia answered bravely. She looked down on me and smiled proudly.
The woman's figure was still fixed on the direction of where I am, maybe only glancing at Danaetia whenever she asks her. I couldn't tell - as I've said I can't see her face except Danaetia's.
"No."
"Why not?"
"Because she is one of our -"
I can't hear the other things that the woman said. From her voice, I can tell she's old - so let's say we'll call her an elder. By the way, the reason I can't hear what she said is that Danaetia whispered to me, "Don't listen."
I guess she said, "Enemies" or "Rivals" or something.
"You should still accept her. I want her to be one of us - and she was all alone in the desert. What would that mean?" Danaetia explained.
I told her before that I left Tristram myself. I think she's just changing the course so I can be trained.
"What's the point?" the elder said.
"We are Amazons. We're getting everyone into our side that is defenseless, and rebels of some sort!"
"Rogues are not one of those," the second elder said, now a man. It was strange seeing a man here. I never saw one. Except on this time for sure.
"Rivals are rivals. They're not enemies." Danaetia said sharply. "They're just our competition-"
"And rivals are our enemies." He said. "We're planning to-"
He paused. He looked at me.
Danaetia was enraged.
"We will talk about this later," said the third, a woman.
"We shall meet you at the great hall on before sundown," the fourth said, also a woman.
Danaetia turned back and dragged me softly. I followed her, and took the last glance to the elders, staring at me.
"May Athulua curse them for all eternity if they don't…" she whispered.
I waited for her to finish. We're passing by few hovels and back to her tent.
"What exactly are they planning to do?" I asked.
She didn't answer at once, but said, "…I think it's not yet time for you to know Leashya, not now."
The view turned black. The 'dream' is over and my head hurts.
My head was bumped against the wood frame of the carriage. That should explain it.
I opened my eyes. All I can see is the darker version of the carriage and all I can hear is the noise of the fast galloping of the horses.
I pulled myself up, my left arm as my support. As soon as I sat up of my seat, I asked Warriv: "Where are we?"
"Why not find it out by yourself?" he replied gladly.
I scooted at the edge of the seat and peeked through the small window behind him.
A medium sized, firm and steady wall met my eyes. At the center of the huge wall that covers many miles across, is a huge gate with a set of shining, stainless steel portcullis that gained my attention. On the wall made of white bricks of sand stand the guards of the mighty city: they are wearing blue long sleeves, red scarves, breastplates for protection, sturdy iron helms lined with glittering gold, and they equipped spears and a ready kite shield. The guards were patrolling the walls, some stand on higher towers made of wood to scout - and one of them went down to report that we're coming (I guess…).
I gazed at it. It's my first time to get to another big city (Unlike the Amazon's "Land of the Earth" and I considered Tristram as a big city, too.) especially one next to the ocean.
I haven't seen a huge body of water other than rivers or lakes. I never seen the sea and the ocean and I am still wondering what is an 'island.' I live in a huge continent, and we live in a landlocked place.
A new kind of smell entered my nose. Is this what they call the "scent of the sea?"
We are at Lut Gholein. We have arrived.
I didn't expect we will come to this place. My heart is starting to beat faster than what it was, reacting to my sudden excitement. Gheed told me a lot of stories from this place, and I am just ignoring what he always say about what he got to gamble. Oh, how I wish to come here!
"OPEN!" I heard one guard yell.
As we draw closer, the portcullis began to rise. It made smooth sounds of the mechanism inside the wall.
As soon as we reached the gate, the portcullis is high above. We entered Lut Gholein.
My mouth widened in awe - so much awe.
For the first time of my life, the main road of Lut Gholein showed me the great, infinite, blue ocean. The moon is shining bright and the reflection that I had once only see in the puddles, and other forms of the water is pouring down to the sea. The reflection is rippled, telling us that the water moves peacefully - and on it are the shadows of sailing ships, wandering notoriously through the night in search for fortune.
We went on until we reached the edge of the city, near the huge port that covers almost a fourth of the city. We stopped where there are most of the hovels and where most of the camels were left off (like a stable but it's in the outdoors.). Warriv got off in an instant, and tied the horses to the nearby tree, and when he found a huge stone, he got it and put it just beside the wheel where it turns back. I think he put it there, because I feel a slight slope towards the waters.
"Leashya, you can step out of the wagon." he called.
"Yes. Sure I can." I told him in response.
I recited the words: "Lif'd us coa. Mez wi hawn."
The entry unsown itself once more, to give me the exit. I got out and looked around.
There are many lights. Many lights from homes and lantern carriers. The whole city are cooperating with each other, the children are happy, the people are smiling, and families are stuck with each other - well, I may have said it in a "bad" way but I really mean to say, their family ties are strong. They are happy.
The ground is made of mud bricks, too. It's yellow as sand, and it is so beautifully made, like it made some kind of design. Warriv told me he found a design much more like a lion's face roaring in the middle of the city, near where most of the traders settle for income.
As I look around and observe what design the ground's making, I simply bumped into something hard and cold.
I looked up.
A huge guard stand in front of me. He's a little bit taller than me, about half a foot and he was looking straight down into my eyes. My hair in the back raised and my spine is making chills, but I am not scared. Just - startled.
"Kaelan, don't scare people off…" a young man's voice said.
It was the man shorter than me, wearing a white mage suit with its shoulder protectors lined with golden silk, and a blue long vest-like cloth made up of soft light fabric over it. He wears a jeweled white turban, a sultans turban, making me think he's the 'sultan' of the city. But with this "Kaelan" person around him - is he?
"Good evening, Lord Jheryn." Warriv greeted happily.
"Nah, don't call me 'Lord' if you may, Warriv." Jheryn said.
"But…"
"You've been here before! You've been traveling back and forth with your dad and we're friends here!" Jheryn said.
"…I can't remember…" Warriv said, thinking hard. He can't remember about Jheryn.
"You called me Rhyn." Jheryn said, obviously waiting for him to remember - or he is eager to meet an old friend, and he's trying hard to make him remember.
Warriv stared at Jheryn. I stared at Warriv. Jheryn stared at us.
"OH!" Warriv jumped loudly, pointing at Jheryn. "Rhyn? Rhyn is that you?"
"I am the son of the sultan. I didn't tell you because you might be jealous of me…" Jheryn replied.
I was looking at the one who speaks, and I feel out of place.
Warriv reached for a hug, Jheryn welcomed his invitation gladly.
Okay. Now what?
"So," Jheryn started after Warriv released him, or him releasing Warriv. "Would you like to introduce me to this young woman?"
Warriv laughed. "Yeah, sure. This is Leashya, our Chieftain's sister."
"Kashya's sister?" Jheryn asked, amazed.
"Yes." I finally responded. He gave me his hand in greeting. I reached for it and shook it.
"Nice to meet you," Jheryn told me.
"You too," I said.
He turned to Warriv, ignoring me. "Should we end this happy moment or not?"
"Umm… I could say, we can have a good time. But actually, I came here to discuss with you an important thing." Warriv answered, looking down to the ground and massaging his chin with his right hand.
"Should we discuss this to the palace?" Jheryn asked.
Warriv stared at me for a while on hearing this. "It's a lot more like a private talk, so - we can do it there. Leashya, are you coming?"
It took me awhile to think of an answer. I don't like being on things that isn't involve my duty, and my duty is only to escort the first mercenary.
"I don't think so. Thanks, Warriv." I rolled my eyes to Jheryn. "Lord Jheryn."
Jheryn nodded. Warriv smiled, "Very well then. You can go to the inn now. You can reserve us two bedrooms so that we can rest for tomorrow."
"Okay."
"I'll be back soon and don't you worry." Warriv said. He and Jheryn walked to the palace with Kaelan the bodyguard, turning their backs on me, which I don't mind since they thought I was on my way. I had no trouble finding the inn, though - I can see the second level down here, and all I should worry about are the streets to stroll on.
As soon as I arrived, there are still many people in the inn. I just realized that many people are drunk - I know it's nighttime and many people sip a lot of ale before they go to their beds. I know I am going to forget that, I just can't take it off my mind of how disturbing it is.
Yep. It's disturbing for me. Because I just saw incidentally the vomiting man. I don't want vomit.
I am starting to ignore them. I turned my back and prepared myself to pretend I didn't see anything and something caught my attention.
Someone perhaps. A woman emerged from the front door, she had her hair cut short, and she is wearing somewhat a purple suit lined with yellow somewhat similar to a vest, but she looks like a sorcerer or sorceress with it on. Underneath that vest, is a long, dark indigo dress which matches her vest, too and she looks so fine with it…
She walked towards me saying: "Have you seen my son?"
She has a kind voice. She's innocent, too. She looks trustworthy and "weak" hearted. And you know that in my sense of weak hearted is someone who cares a lot and easily hurt and does anything to satisfy a special someone. Well, I count myself - I always do something if that "special" someone arrives. I wonder who is that person. A friend? A soul mate? Who believes in soul mates by the way? Maybe he or she is already there around, and I don't even notice the way I act around that person. Oh… What am I talking about?
"I don't think so." I told her. "You see, I'm new…" then I smiled raising my shoulders slightly, in a very friendly way.
"Oh, I'm sorry if I bothered you, miss…"
She ran along the road and a small kid ran to her.
"There you are!" she said. "Don't wander around too much and leave me worrying!"
"I'll try, ma." the kid returned.
She glanced at me and smiled. The kid was facing the other way, smiling on to someone I can't see from here.
"Atma!!!" a man's voice yelled out. Atma? I think I'll remember that.
She faced the same way her child's facing. She grinned and there she walked away with her son, vanishing from my sight.
Warriv told me to reserve two rooms, right?
Ignoring the unpleasant new world of the inn, I walked straight to the nearby counter made of light wood. A person is standing right in front of me, waiting eagerly for a customer.
"Can I get you something?" The man said.
He was just wearing a normal set of clothes a desert man should be wearing during the cold night. They wear lighter clothes during the day, since the heat will be beating down on them like they were fried.
"Um…" I thought of a question. I can't think properly because of the noise.
"GEGLASH!!!" A person yelled and threw a mug of beer at a huge man.
My goodness… It seems like there will be a fight anytime right now.
"Where can we get rooms?" I asked quickly.
"Of course, here."
"Are there vacant rooms?" I asked, panicking. I hate violence, especially when I don't want to be in one.
CLASH!
Dishes from one of the tables fell down on to the ground, breaking - obviously. I just heard it. Please don't ask me to describe it. I don't want to look at it.
"Yes." the man said. "Let me see."
Can't he hear the men behind me fighting? Or about to start a fight? They are drunk - I'm a little bit scared already. I thought about 'peace' here…
Something inside me is forcing me to yell. I wanted it so bad. Staring at the man looking for vacant rooms made me feel so uneasy, I want to make the whole place silent. I want silence. I am craving for it.
"WHY DID YOU THREW THAT BLASTED MUG AT ME?" a man with a really big voice threw out from his ale scented mouth furiously.
My lips are starting to shake to break out my hidden voice within. The inn's already noisy of people cheering, and the dreadful aura surrounds me already. I don't want to be here. I forced myself to think of the words: "Repel" and "Temptation."
"ARRRRGHH!!!"
I waved my hand where they couldn't see.
Gold sparks appeared from my hand and it approached - hopefully at the middle of the two people yelling at each other, and made a golden silhouette of a woman like me. It slowly formed into an exact me; exact in everything and it is solid. It moved as if it was breathing and it did nothing but stare at the smaller person who is the opponent of a man named "Geglash."
"Here you go ma'am." He lend me the two keys. "They're just side by side. Second and third door at the left side after you reach upstairs. Choose which one you like. Call us if you need anything."
I snatched the keys and took the dark stairs near the arch to the kitchen (Didn't they ever think of putting light on it - at least for us to see?) and snapped my fingers to unsummon the decoy of myself I made. Immediately, as I reached the second storey of the tavern-inn, I reached for the second door I see at the left side, inserted the keys, opened the door and entered and shut it real loud that I think the people downstairs might have heard it.
Well, I made that decoy to distract them. At least they'll be silent for a while with that in front of them.
I panted. I controlled the noise of my breath. I looked around at once when my body regained the rhythm of my breathing. It was dark. The window was wide open just across me, and the curtains were blown up against the current of cold night breeze. I can't see the moon, it was way up high and I still need my face in front of it to see it right above us. All I can see from here is the giant dome of the building in front of me and then the wall was just close. The colors were in blue tint, so I cannot really define the true colors.
There was my bed, beside the window, vertically arranged. The head was placed on the dark spot, on an empty white wall on the right side of the window, and at the base of the bed was a table with a mirror in front of it. On the left side of my bed was a small table, with a candle. I hope that the wind will never blow it away, but I doubt since it was on the side where the wind can't blow it. There was also a private stash to keep what I am bringing now. It was right below the window, beside the small table.
It was fairly spacious, square room. The walls are mostly empty, but some sides have one or two painting frames (or none) and they are all fruits or vegetables and some sights that can be seen on Lut Gholein. On the left side of the room, too, was a sliding door of light wood - which is the cabinet when you stay for long.
But with that knowledge, I can't even stare or observe at it for long. I was thinking about the mercenary. I was thinking about Kashya, Akara, Charsi, and well, sometimes Gheed even though I really don't talk to him. I always think he's a waste of time, and he's always thinking of how can he earn some more money either by making only few useless items cheap while the more needed supplies more expensive. Or the most expensive at the place. Yes, and oh yes, he is a tricky gambler. You paid a lot and all you got is a worthless piece of junk. There is only about one and only ABOUT ONE out of a hundred chances that what you got is more expensive than what you just bought. I did once and I am like "OH MY GOODNESS!!!." It was the bow I am using now.
Why am I talking about Gheed?
Yes, I should quit thinking about him. I'm going to kill him someday, anyway. So - well, not much really. But after a while of thinking about Gheed, I arrived in another memory.
My mother. I feel like singing what just Kashya sang that night when the demons attacked the monastery. She just made it up - but a lot of times I've heard it, you see. And that makes a foremost reason why I know every single word and melody of it. I missed her, both Kashya and my mother. When can I ever find her? I just… I just hope that I could find her someday. I hope she isn't dead.
I know a lot. Lots of stories. They just came into my life. I mean my stories are, and I am in most of them. Chronicles flooded my soul. I wanted to give it. But horrible memories I have. I wish I have the courage to speak to anyone.
Do you want to know it?
I am willing to tell you but, not now. I have many things in my mind. Many, many things I just can't tell.
I walked across the empty room, my feet pounding the wooden floor and making its thumping sounds. I was advancing towards my bed, and as my feet reached the base, I turned with only my right foot in balance in the air so that when I land to my bed, I fall on my aching back. I spread my arms on the bed of wool. I looked at the empty, torn ceiling desperately. I need someone to talk to, someone to trust, someone who's funny. I need a friend. I never made true relationships with one of the rogues after… That tragedy happened.
The tragedy. That was the thing I wanted to tell you - next time.
Making relationships with anyone was hard. Akara is the only someone who I could ever trust. But Akara is so, so far away. How can I talk to her? I don't want her to be disturbed in the middle of the night of her sleeping hours. I trust Kashya completely, but she's not the type of person worth telling to. Because look, when I tell her, she'd tell me what I could've done or do in an aggressive and angry way. Well, that's not understanding. She's just telling or forcing me late when I have already done it. Is that even the kind of attitude when telling an opinion? And worst of all, she's one of my thingies on my mind that disturbs me.
Rogues don't look at me. They think of me highly because I am the Rogue Chieftain's sister. They don't even talk to me except they're telling me what they know, like Flavie. Flavie's just telling me that the cave is full of those demons I just battled with. I mean, well it's not a friendly warning where "friendly" means you're friends. The word "friendly" there means a stranger you just don't want to die in front of your necrophobic eyes.
Most of the time, I am comfortable being alone, too. But that's not normal. I want to change that. I even want friends because I just don't want to be lonely. It's like I just don't have that much luck of making friends. Someone even thought that they're friends with someone, but that someone really doesn't like them to hang around with them because of such discouraging qualities that the person didn't want to ever reveal or doesn't even want to be like one. For example, sorry when I am bad at giving examples, but here's an example: Person number one doesn't like person number two because person number two looks like a killer when person number two isn't a killer and then person number one stays away from person number two and avoids person number two most of the time even just for a friendly call. Same thing as a boy doesn't want to play with a girl because girls play with dolls and boys play with wooden swords and the girl just want to play with the boy because she wants to learn new things like how to fight. And then the boy stays away from her leaving her thoughts of him as a friend to her… Blah, blah, blah… Because you know, I really know it hurts if I am the person number two or the poor little girl. I act like a guy because I am plain fearless and daring and even almost look like one with big Ohh's in front of me and curvy sides, but… I don't know. I just know it hurts. I just wish for someone who just does these things like a joke because I know I would laugh inside my heart in joy that he doesn't even want to do those things and reveals that he cares for me. I just… Don't want to get hurt just yet because of the things currently going on in me right now.
My breath eventually slows down, and then my eyes closed by itself. Then my head slowly rolled aside so that my cheeks are on the soft silk, and then my heart slowly beats. I am tired. I need rest. It feels good. I fell asleep.
Oh my. I forgot to tell Warriv about the room. Where is he? Where did he sleep? Did he find it out by himself?
No. He was at Jheryn's. He slept there. The "renting the second room" stands useless.
I thought of these at the first moment I woke up in the new day, staring at the ceiling, my eyes wide in shock, panic, and… well, something else.
The table with the mirror had a gold bowl filled with water. Probably for washing my face and my hands so that I would have a good start when I go out of the room.
Did someone entered my room when I was sleeping?
I looked around my room. I didn't tell you there was a bowl here right? I said just a mirror on the table…
Nah, who cares anyway. I am sure there was no bowl.
I tried to pull the bowl up and carry it aside. Just then I found a piece of parchment folded twice. It was under the bowl all the time.
I opened it and read it.
"The Tavern is closing its room service for the opening of the brand new Inn by Elzix. You can find it east of Lut Gholein behind the Land Lord's Palace."
Then there was a note pasted into the parchment. It can wear off easily, and I guess it was only glued by water. I read it.
"Leashya, I bet the things we discussed yesterday at the palace is useful to you. And maybe you can even help us. Come by downstairs and meet me there. Time for a little chat about what your sister really is aiming for."
Warriv might have sent this to me through the man downstairs. Oh, and there's a P.S.
"Don't worry about the bills. I already paid it for you. Hope this convinces you to come with me for the hunt -"
Hunt?
"- for the Necromancer."
Author's Notes
Wow. That was long. I don't write that much on the final days on my freshman days, so I just had my freetime during the summer. Sorry. Again.
In this chapter, you might find that most of what Leashya is talking about is unreasonable around. It is because this is within her mind and this is like her diary. Answers are on the coming Chapter 5, too.
Who is the Necromancer? What would he be like?