The Wise One had his head in his hands. He had failed, and many of his own Na'ukiq warriors had fallen for nothing.
Despite his so-called 'great knowledge', the presence of the corruptive Elders was nonexistent to him. Not a trace of their being was visible to him, and this is what troubled him and brought his mind into divide. Were the Elders even real? He had tried to judge fairly and correctly, believing the Elders were under the Volatauiq tribe's protection. An attack on the northernmost camp had proven him wrong, and a bloody battle had ensued.
My motives are dominated by emotions.
The Volatauiq people had landed on this continent and had instantly brought ruin down on the Na'ukiq people, who did not seek a war. While forcefully trying to move the Na'ukiq people from the lakes, people had been killed and this had led to a bloody battle in which blood on both sides was spilled.
He pushed these thoughts away. He didn't need dead matters to cloud this situation. The Volatauiq had changed drastically, abandoning the old ways by enforcing justice. The Canukiq up north had also changed, passing their Unukitiq/Arcadiniq heritage away to become solely who they were today. The Volatauiq had drastically changed after attacking their northern cousins; they had come back weary and lifeless, as if they had seen a side in the Canukiq they didn't want to see.
The Wise One suddenly felt heat encase him. The sensation felt strange but familiar. Waiting a minute, he got up and left his tepee.
Outside, he looked around. A slight frown creased his features. "Where are our Psychics?" He asked, noting the absence. "They all left the camp a moment ago, Wise One." Na'aki said. The Wise One's piercing gaze drifted over to the entrance of the camp. The gate was open, but no Na'ukiq Psychics were in sight.
Whatever their reasons for leaving, the Wise One was annoyed. Extremely annoyed.
His thoughts came rushing back and he felt tingly feelings in his arms. He knew what was going on; every Ancient Psychic had gone to the biggest Castle of all, to congregate. He felt a presence pulling at him, trying to coerce him to get up and follow them, but he did not. Instead, his thoughts drifted into the near future...
"No." he said, shaking his head. "What is it Wise One?" Na'aki asked, but the Wise One sprinted out of the encampment without a word.
Sigil stumbled amidst the remains of the Volatauiq encampment. Bodies and Na'ukiq arrows were everywhere. Smoke ascended into the sky beyond him and created halo around the pale wintersun. Sigil noted a dull pain in his shoulder, looked down, and tore the arrow out. He broke it across his knee, hissing in anger, and turned to glare at the mountains above him. Who had done this to his people?
Sigil saw a Psychic walking like a zombie towards him and had the irresistible urge to kill him. "What is happening?" He snarled in the Psychic's face, not being fazed by the Ancient's glowing eyes. "The Elders must be brought to justice so we can bend the nature of this world to our will." The Psychic said eerily, breaking easily out of Sigil's strong grip. Sigil took a moment to think, and then said, "What are you talking about?"
But the Psychic walked on as if Sigil didn't exist.
Yusai was the only one left. The battle had been nothing more than a massacre, all three armies had destroyed each other in the valley, and Yusai had just about survived by falling backwards off the edge and clinging onto a fir tree for dear life. When he had got back, no one was alive. The ground was stained with the blood of all of the Ancients involved. He watched as it filtered towards the glacier that led into Nokuy Territory.
He was also weaponless and the cold bit into the skeletal frame of himself. Revenge was on his mind. Whoever was responsible for this would pay dearly. However, he found it hard to believe that he would ever get revenge on anyone in his state. His vision was seesawing in and out of focus every time his feet hit the floor. More than once he collapsed into the coldness of the snow, and crawled back up, shivering. All he saw was dead Ancients...and their blood. Everywhere.
And then he stopped. Locksley looked over his shoulder, but neither the glacier or the battlefield was in sight. How far had he walked? The mountains loomed over him on all sides. He snapped himself out of his disorientation and cold focus dominated his thoughts once more. The river was frozen by the side of him and he looked into it, examining the reflection of the grey skies above, thinking about what to do. He was in the centre of Nokuy Territory.
A tree branch snapping made him drag his gaze up lazily, but he did not turn. No footsteps, or rather, if there were any, they were silent.
Knowing it was stupid to try and prolong his fate, he turned around to meet the dark green gaze of a Canukiq Ancient.
Empyrean regarded the Unukit Warrior in front of him with a strange emotion. Never once had he seen one of his potential ancestors in Kanuk before, certainly not in in the more mountainous territory. He realised how much they were similiar...and yet different. The facial appearance was similiar yet the build was completely different. Empyrean's brother also regarded the Unukit Ancient strangely. The Ancient looked back awkwardly, but with little other visible emotion.
Empyrean took his brother to one side and conferred with him, and then finally asked "What is your name?" "Yusai." The other Ancient said after a moment's hesitation. He was looking anywhere but Empyrean.
Shouts drew Empyrean's attention away from Yusai, who was trying to come to a decision. Do I run away or do I stay with these people? He was weighing up the options. So far, the Canukiq people had not bothered to attack the Unukitiq, and it did not look as if they were going to, even though Canukiq Ancients of Arcadiniq heritage were willing to rid the world of them, as were other Canukiq people. Yusai knew these people were actually laid back and sometimes friendly, but he felt that within them all was enmity and bitterness.
"Where are we?"Yusai asked, locking his gaze onto Empyrean. "Right in the southern central area of Nokuy Territory." Empyrean's brother said, slapping Yusai on the back, a smile on his face. There was no smile on Empyrean's face however. "Follow me, something is wrong." He said flatly.