Cassandra Pendragon
I had no clue what kept me going. The last few hours had been a constant struggle, topped off with a little despair and garnished with shavings of hope and happiness right now. I felt completely overburdened and I was thirsting for a chance to digest what was going on. But I couldn’t afford it, not right now anyways.
Whatever the red and purple light had been, I was willing to bet anything you’d like that I’d come to regret its existence. Ahri and me were safe for the moment but Boseiju was still shuddering, I didn’t even want to picture what had happened around the stairs and we still had no clue what the highest floor of the tower contained. To top it all off, my companion couldn’t use magic anymore, she was pretty much stuck at the same stage of development I was at. I didn’t want to belittle our prowess, but we were miles away from where we had started and galaxies from a two-kitsune army. Maybe I could just fall asleep and everything would be solved once I woke up…
I scrambled to my feet and offered her a hand.
“Ahri…Aurora, wow, I don’t even know what to call you…”
“Ahri is fine, you know how it works.”
“Honestly, I have no clue. But it can wait. What should we do now? I want to look for the others and make sure they’re still alive after the spell. But this is also our best chance to snoop around the second palace and I’m worried about Boseiju. The roots are its heart, someone should pay Greta’s cavern a visit as well, see if we can help.”
“No offence, but I’ve always been the better fighter. I’ll go check out the stairs, you take a look around here and head for the cavern afterward, my blast should have obliterated any dark creature that still lurked about. You won’t fall prey to a spell or enchantment that might have been left behind and should be able to break the curse on Boseiju, if it can be done at all.” That sounded convincing, but I really hated the idea of being on my own, I wanted to stay with her and I wanted to make sure my family was okay:
“What about you and the others? You might need me.” She saw right through me. I thought she had found a compliment somewhere in there because she answered with a small smile:
“Right now I have access to most of my memories, you don’t. There isn’t much you can do to help them that I can’t, but judging from the amount of energy that was poured into Boseiju, I suspect your wings are the only things that can make a dent into the magic.” She hugged me tightly. “I’ll keep them safe for you and rush to your side as fast as I can. Promise.” Damn it!
I felt like I had to be everywhere at the same time. Somehow I feared it would all go to shit if I wasn’t around, despite my less than perfect contributions in the past. I couldn’t bear the idea of one of them dying just because I wasn’t around. It was utter bullshit, if what Ahri had said was true, she wouldn’t need me, not at all. Basically it came down to whether or not I trusted her. And despite the revelations of the last moments, or maybe because of them, I did, more so than any other person in existence. Than why couldn’t I let it go? Heavens, I was torn but I had to say something.
“Go. I’ll see you soon, my l…” I couldn’t get the words out, my voice broke. I fought against the tears for a moment but then I allowed them to flow freely and threw myself against her. She whispered into my ear: “my love” and with a gentle push she broke the embrace. Her wings flared bright as the sun, hot winds blew back my hair and like a burning star she ascended into the night. It was the most wondrous sight I had ever had the luck to behold and for a moment I thought it had all been worth it. While Ahri became smaller but no less bright I felt a memory tickle the far reaches of my consciousness. I didn’t have the time, I had a job to do.
I turned away from a companion I had thought lost and focused on the tower. Flames and light still spilled from the ground floor. Further up Ahri’s blast had annihilated the glyphs and runes carved into the walls. The windows were gone but the building hadn’t caught fire. The top floor was untouched. Reflective windows threw back the uncaring light of stars and the orange glow from below made it impossible to get a glimpse of what was beyond. A sharp line cut across the tower where the enchantments had become to powerful for Ahri to overcome. While everything below was blackened and partly molten the top floor look just the same it had a couple of minutes ago.
I had no interest in examining every nook and cranny of the tower and the mutilated bodies I was sure to find. I intended to go directly for the summit, skipping the atrocities piled on my way. With a thought I rose into the air, much slower than Ahri had, and headed for a huge window directly above me. The rooms on the lower floors I passed by were empty but showed signs of the devastating blast and a fierce struggle. I could see broken swords and halberds, a dented helm and black blood spatters between smashed furniture and shredded canvases. The floor below the top was something else entirely. The window I passed led into a large room, it had probably been the bedchamber of one the royals before. The furniture had been removed and a huge tridecagram had been carved into the floor. The lines had been filled with a silvery metal, probably mithril and at each point of the formation a smaller pentagram had been drawn with blood. Within each pentagram a mutilated kitsune was nailed to the floor, the wounds and cuts over their bodies formed signs I couldn’t decipher. There wasn’t much left of their faces, the eyes had been taken, the ears cut, the noses broken and the mouths sewn shut but the horrendous contortions of their corpses showed the agony they had been in before they had died. Bile rose in my throat and I nearly lost control of my flight. Why? Why would anyone do such a thing? I had to a avert my eyes but I couldn’t forget the image burned into my mind. Oh, he would pay. However long it might take, however far I might have to go, I’d make sure no one else would have to go through what we had to endure. This wasn’t about revenge or even justice anymore, he was a monster and he had to be slain or all his future deeds would stain my hands as well. A being capable of causing so much suffering had to be stopped.
I felt another memory sluggishly rising from the depths but I suppressed it again. I had to be careful, if past experiences were anything to go by, the memories were closely linked to my next evolution and Mephisto had told me I wouldn’t survive another one so soon. I had to calm down. I closed my eyes and tried to take a deep breath but I was assaulted by the gruesome scene immediately. Blood pooled into a puddle on the floor, the stench of excrements and violence was present again and the empty eye sockets stared at me accusingly. My eyes fluttered open and I focused on my racing heart. Calm down, damn it! With all my will power I pushed the lump of emotions as far down as I could and focused on the looming window above me. Hopefully I would find a guard or two who were left behind. Or maybe even his ugliness himself, that would be a treat!
I took great care that my wings weren’t visible from within and peeked over the sill through half closed eyes so their glow wouldn’t alert anyone to my presence. I couldn’t see a damned thing! The enchantments had survived and still protected everything within, blocking my view and probably also stopping all kinds of energy. I wasn’t entirely surprised and had already thought about what I would do when it came down to breaking into a sealed space. My previous failures at teleportation were, I guessed, caused by my inability to perceive space and interact directly with it. The perception I had used to find the emblem might circumvent the problem.
I stretched out my wings as far as I could and wormed my way into the room. I felt a tiny prick and a small resistance when I encountered the barrier but it didn’t pose a problem. Additionally my torrents of energy were small enough to not trigger any alarms or cause visible damage to the protections. I closed my eyes and slowly the room in front of me lit up, at least half of it, I didn’t have the reach for more.
I had been prepared for more atrocities, maybe a flaming throne or a towering golem. There was none of that. The room appeared mostly untouched and largely unchanged. It was a mixture of a laboratory and a meditation chamber. The walls were covered in bookshelves, countless volumes arranged in neat little rows. I couldn’t see colours, nor could I read through this form of vision but I expected spell tomes, recipes and magical treaties to make up most of the contents. Towards the centre, the floor was inlaid with intricate formations of glyphs and runes, some forming calling circles I recognised, some provided elemental functions and others could be used for divination. In the middle I perceived half of a huge tridecagram, one of its corners directly above the one full of sacrifices and a floor below. The mithril strands that made up its lines had been overloaded and still hummed with an overabundance of energy the molten metal slowly cooled down as the energy dispersed. A stone portal stood at the centre, grey granite filled with flickering energy. I didn’t hesitate.
I focused on my connection to the spot next to the portal, willing myself to travel there, to be there and my vision disappeared. It felt like I was part of a river, rushing through space. I experienced each of my wings as a gateway, allowing me to dive through and reach for the space beyond. With a mental twist I flowed along the glowing current and materialised inside the room. No sound, no light had been projected only a quiet displacement of air heralded my arrival. My eyes flew open and I ducked, expecting a trap to trigger the moment I had arrived, but everything remained quiet, even the sounds from outside were cut off.
The second half of the room mirrored the one I had seen perfectly but my focus clung to the stone arch in front of me. It was covered in black symbols and this close I could feel the remnants of massive amounts of soul energy that had passed through, not too long ago. But that was all that was left, the traces of great magics, but like with the tridecagram the magic was gone now, most of it consumed during the last casting. It was getting better and better.
The portal was probably the one Mordred had stumbled upon, a physical connection to the emperor. Somehow they had brought it here and sent massive amounts of energy through. Did he come here in person? And if so, where had he gone? I slung my wings around the portal, I didn’t intend to destroy it so I didn’t push down on the enchantments I felt but I tried to understand as much as I could. It took me a couple of minutes full of frustration until I found something. The sheer amount of energy that had been channeled through had contained enough souls to imprint some memories onto the arch. With my wings I was able to interact with the tiny motes of individuality, still stubbornly clinging to existence. I had to hurry, soon they would fade to nothingness. I closed my eyes again and allowed my perception to switch back to silvery forms and radiating light.
Where ever the tip of one of my wings touched one of the memories, I felt a soft tug and images rose before my mind’s eye. They were blurry and disconnected but it was enough to reconstruct the last chapter of a sad tale.
During the night after my birthday, disaster had struck. It had already been strange when the youngest prince, John, had petitioned for the right to designate a major-domos for himself, granting the person in question the right to represent the prince in all aspects. Usually the privilege was used to organise a royal’s everyday life, but it wasn’t limited to mundane affairs. When the appointed major-domos first act had been to issue a challenge and nearly kill the princess of another family a crisis meeting had been called at the first opportunity, including each member of the royal family as well as the highest ranking soldiers and political advisers. They had retreated to the library and sealed their fate. The room had been prepared in advance and poison had quickly overwhelmed everybody present. When they woke up, ugly marks had been branded to the base of their necks and their wills had no longer been their own. And thus they had prepared the bloodiest night in kitsune history.
While everyone else had been busy with my trial and the additional strife the controlled second king had caused two rituals had been prepared in the second palace. The first would create an army of shadows form the souls of some kitsune to wreak havoc all over Boseiju and the garden. To add to the chaos, the humans, who had already proven to be of dubious morales, had been paid off with gold and promises of further riches. Unfortunately I couldn’t gather any information on why they had kidnapped our children and had hauled them off the island. The second ritual was ingenious in design and cruel in nature. The shadows had gathered as many sacrifices as they had been able to get their hands on, even their own essence had been channeled to feed the magic’s unbound hunger. The effect was twofold: the energy I had seen previously would cling to any life force and soul it encountered and feed off of it, channeling the largest part back into the ritual itself. The afflicted beings would turn into a form of… well, zombie, without a soul and driven mad by hunger for life. I suspected the glyphs I had seen on the ones downstairs had been there to make sure they wouldn’t run amok and to keep them on a tight leash.
The amount of energy contained in the ritual had risen further and further but I couldn’t see the climax, the second stage remained a mystery. The last soul had been consumed before it had gotten that far. The final memory showed the very room I was in, flooded with light. Manifestations of energy in the form of blue lightning strikes, dancing flames and small gusts of air distorted my vision. Each point of the now brightly shining tridecagram channeled immense amounts of power from below. Before my world turned into darkness as the soul dissipated I could see the ghostly manifestation of a large cherry tree appear in the centre, the energies twisted around it and slowly invaded Boseiju’s mirror image.
I opened my eyes again as the strongest tremor up until now traveled along the mighty branch the tower was built upon. I could hear the creaking of old wood, even through the palace’s enchantments. White blossoms and leafs filled the air behind the window as the ancient tree shook and trembled down to its roots. A wailing sound pierced the barriers around me and I thought it carried a myriad of different voices, crying out in pain, with it. I was in the wrong place, I had to get to Greta’s cavern. Now.
Cassandra PendragonI abandoned all attempts at secrecy, slammed a bunch of my wings through the enchantments on one of the windows and followed it up with a heavy book I threw right after. Without the support of the crumbled magic the tome smashed right through and with the clear sound of breaking crystal and a shower of sparkling shards I flung myself through the hole and into the night.Within the tower I had been protected from the raging elements outside but now I had to withstand the full fury of a storm. Winds, smelling of decay and rotten cherries pummelled my body and drove me off course, blossoms and leafs obscured my vision and I could feel small twigs and stones graze my skin. The noise was terrific and I couldn’t hear a thing except for the eerie howling of the wind, laced with distorted voices. Without the protection of the tower I could feel them attacking my mind, whittling away at my sanity but I shrugged it off. Dangerous as it might be, I didn’t fear the magic, I wa
Cassandra Pendragon At first we stood silently on an island of quiet in the surrounding chaos. I felt my mom tense up and without any warning she started snivelling and shuddering in my arms, breaking me out of my stupor. The cacophony of sounds around us assaulted my ears again and I could feel blood dripping down my nose. My right side was burned where I had skittered over the platform and every movement resulted in an ominous crack from my thigh. At least my appearance matched my mental state. For the moment the dwarfs and kitsune were locked in a stalemate and even though I dreaded her answered I had to know and whispered into her ear: “What happened? Where is my father?” She went rigid and even her breath stilled. Her reaction told me everything she couldn’t put into words and I felt tears stinging in my eyes. I pulled her closer until she finally took a shuddering breath and started to cry in earnest. It took every ounce of self control I had left for me to not join her but I
Cassandra PendragonThe return trip went decidedly smoother which allowed me to survey the scene from above for the first time. Greta’s weight slowed me down but it wasn’t enough to seriously impair my speed or agility. Harsh winds circled around Boseiju and tore leafs, blossoms and smaller branches away. The air was full of debris and I knew a constant, maddening howl assaulted anyone who wasn’t protected even though I couldn’t hear it at that moment, thanks to Greta’s shield. I saw the dwarfs and my friends slowly climb down the stairs, the kitsune from the different palaces yapping at their heels but a steadfast rearguard held them off efficiently. The large platform, from where I had taken off a couple of seconds ago, was already flooded with zombies and only the smallest patch around the stairs was still held by the dwarfs. I could see a small group of 5 in the middle who shrugged out of their armour and into a strange looking suit with several lengths of material hanging from th
Cassandra PendragonMy head hurt and I felt dizzy while the world spun around me. Streaks of colour whirled up and down, left and right and only came to a stop when I crashed on the frozen and unforgiving ground. Specks of light danced before my eyes and the sound of the sea drowned out every other noise. Blind, deaf and disorientated I tried to move, to get back on my feet but my legs gave out and I fell back down. My breath rushed in and out of my lungs, much too fast I might add, and fear quickly evolved into panic while the seconds ticked on. I didn’t know where I was or how long it’d take the cursed to reach me. I could imagine vividly what would happen if they found me prone on the ground.I focused on my wings and luckily I was still able to control them, if not fluently. I closed my eyes and focused on my inner world, willing the darkness to recede and illuminate my surroundings in the shades of silver I was starting to get used to. My second sight was fuzzy but I still manage
Cassandra PendragonI was taken aback by the toll she had to pay for her spell. I felt great and was glad she had healed me but I couldn’t begin to imagine how a simple piece of magic could extract such a price. Still somewhat groggy I realigned my sprawling limbs and climb to my feet. I had to use the table for support but once I was up I felt pretty steady.“Thanks, I’m okay now. But what happened to you? I’ve never seen you in such a state before. Did something go wrong?” She wanted to reply but a dry cough drowned out her answer. She choked and swayed, all I could do was pat her back gently and keep her steady while she fought against the fit. It went on and on, long enough for me to seriously start worrying if she was going to die on me right then and there. Luckily it didn’t get that far and after a minute or two the coughs subsided. Bloody traces of spit marred the corners of her mouth and she was struggling to remain upright. With a perceivable effort she wiped her face, her l
Cassandra PendragonI was exhausted, empty, it was a struggle to even muster the strength to turn around. Greta appeared peaceful, somehow she had come to rest in an almost natural position, her legs angled and her arms buried beneath her torso she laid on her side. My gaze traveled over the familiar shape of her face and I shuddered when I saw her eyes. Where cataract filled orbs should have been, gaping black holes, smouldering at the edges were all that remained. Her eyes had been burned away, the only visible sign of what she had been through. I scrambled to my knees and reached for her, I wanted to pick her up and get out of here as fast as possible but I was thrown back on the floor when the crackling noise outside subsided for a moment, only to return even stronger, accompanied by a rushing sound and a tremor that shook the very foundations of the tower I was in. Whatever Greta had done, it had worked and I had to hurry.I gritted my teeth and stood up when the room had stopped
Cassandra Pendragon“It all began about 100 years ago,” he continued his explanation. “An old friend of mine, Airu, a star whale, was killed. I could feel his death from afar and I simply couldn’t believe it. Star whales are peaceful creatures but also powerful, they are tough and unbelievably hard to kill. I couldn’t understand why anyone would even bother to try.” He sighed heavily and resumed his story in a much quieter voice:“One of my brothers, Michael, came to me with an explanation. An advanced society that had begun to conquer space stumble across Airu by sheer chance, he said. Their curiosity and greed got the better of them, fascinated as they were with a living being larger than their biggest space ships and they tried to capture him. In the ensuing fight my friend was killed. Michael claimed that he had long since expected something like that to happen. Their society was supposed to be a twisted thing where might ruled and progress was the only thing of value. He whispere
Cassandra PendragonI expected to be thrown into another memory, but I was wrong. The next thing I knew was the soft embrace of a fluffy blanket, the sounds of a moving airship and the smell of seasoned wood and hastily prepared food. I was in a small cabin, similar to the one where I had found Ahri in. The sky behind the one small window was black but I could see one star or the other blinking at me uncaringly. As soon as I opened my eyes everything I… we had been through came rushing back and despair, grief and rage welled up once again. The emotions hit me like a truck after the blessed silence I had experienced during my talk with Lucifer. For a moment I was literally stunned, tears leaked out of my eyes while I laid on my cot motionless. Images of burning trees, mutilated kitsune and Greta’s empty eyes rose within my mind and I couldn’t shove them away. I started to cry in earnest, my body trembled with every heartfelt sob. The memories were much too strong and I even forgot whe
Cassandra PendragonHer eight eyes followed me wearily while I rose ever higher into the air, my wings slithering around the statue like the coils of a hunting serpent. I could feel the enchantments and spells the dark granite had been imbued with give way without offering any resistance and slowly the inner working of the statue became visible to my second sight. Most of the magic wasn’t actually in the legs, they had been crafted as conductors and to inflict pain but the truly ingenious parts were hidden in the torso and head, both of them ablaze with the energy that flowed through them. The way I saw it, everything Shassa could offer, from her life force to her soul, could be torn from her and channeled through the legs towards the centre of the statue. What I thought to be the seed would then start to fill with power and once it had accumulated enough, a purified pulse of what I suspected would be transcendent energy, was going to be sent towards the head. An intricate array of e
Cassandra PendragonUnbelievably, the body was still moving, faint twitches and the occasional shudder made it obvious just how much pain she was in. Crap, I could already feel the urge to help her, to free her of her binds without any form or reassurance or gain on my part. Pity was a damned nuisance.“Great, now what?” I mumbled.“Don’t be daft, I know you can cut through spells. Go ahead, you’ve done it before, haven’t you?” “And then? Do I shake you until you wake up?” She rolled her eyes and that was quite the spectacle, like a wave that ran across her face.“Heal me enough to communicate but not more than that or you might come to regret it. You can do that, can you not?”“I hope so, probably… maybe? Uh, won’t there be two versions of me, anyways?”“No, the path you’re trying to reach hasn’t been walked yet, it’s just a dream of the universe in a way. It’ll become reality once you cross over, there won’t be two versions of you but I’m not sure where you’ll end up. You could also
Cassandra PendragonOne might ask why I had said eight legged monster, there hadn’t been much to see after all, images don’t usually linger on the edge of dreams but the longer I communicated with Shassa, the more real everything appeared to me. From exchanged memories lived through between two fluttering thoughts the scene around had developed into the grey of the mind scape, a place I was starting to get familiar with. I had a body and sensory impressions but there was nothing there except for a hazy silhouette, still hidden behind a veil of fuzzy thoughts. With every contact, every exchange she had become clearer until I saw her for the first time and the disembodied memories flowed together to show me whom I was dealing with. Her body was that of a huge spider, bloated and black with red markings in the shape of a reversed cross on her back. Eight bowed, chitinous legs held her upright, each one of them at least 2 metres long with a sharp, deadly claw at its end. Her torso ended
Ahri AreteThe smell wasn’t as bad as one might imagine. The continuous scrambling and scratching was another matter. The noise produced by an army on the rise was horrific, a constant, piercing pressure against my ears that made it impossible to focus on anything but the moving assembly of spare parts and limbs before me.Mordred and I had retreated under the shadow of the statue, Reia alongside Shassa’s withered body between us. Eight stone claws pinned her to the ground and even though the wounds had dried up long ago a distinct metallic odour still lingered around her prone form. Her eyes were closed, shrivelled and blind, eight deep holes on top of her head like windows to an empty room. Reia was still and pale, her mind had fled from the sensations that were racing through their connection, from the pain that had flooded her once the spell had started working. Viyara was hovering in the air, sparks of magic running along her talons and fangs while she surveyed the amassing hord
Ahri AreteHer knees buckled, her wings vanished and she fell. I was barely fast enough to catch her before she hit the ground but with a few frantic wingbeats I managed to sling my arms around her lithe body before she could add another injury to her growing collection. I was still angry, nay, furious and maybe a little shocked but when her soft curves came to rest against my chest and her fluffy tails circled around my middle reflexively I couldn’t help it, my anger melted like snow under the midday sun and I was simply happy to hold her again, dirty and mangled as she was. She wasn’t wounded anymore, as far as I could tell but her skin had a feverish colour and heat radiated off of her as if she was still fighting for her life, spasms making her muscles twitch against me constantly. Her body was liberally coated with the remains of her rampage, but the few untarnished spots showed the same alabaster hue I had come to know so well but now there was distinct sheen of silver to it,
Cassandra PendragonNope, neither sunshine nor rainbows but at least I didn’t find myself in the middle of the ocean. When I had stepped through the portal, a brief moment of vertigo and disorientation had led me into an atrium, for want of a better word. From the corner of my eye, I saw a doorway and the first steps of a wide staircase that vanished into the earth. The walls were bare but polished stone, a reflective surface crisscrossed with lines of shimmering metal, glowing faintly in the dark. Behind me the energy of the portal still hummed reassuringly, my way back was still open. Unfortunately I couldn’t quite concentrate on my surroundings, a still bleeding corpse in the middle of the room commandeered most of my attention.There, practically at the centre of the chamber, laid a chimera, with the head of a lion, the body of a goat and the tail of a serpent. Black blood oozed from deep gashes in its hide, some clean and narrow, others wide with frayed edges. It looked like the
Cassandra PendragonCould it possibly be meant to connect to someone else rather than something else? I had always wanted to learn how to heal, after all. Mephisto had basically told me that my new body would be formed in the image of what my soul desired, without the rationalisations an active mind would use to ignore the sometimes darker nature of what I might long for. If that was true, it wouldn’t be too far fetched to imagine that I had given myself a way to restore what shouldn’t be lost. Unfortunately I didn’t how I could try it out without a Guinea pig. Right then, every time I wanted to move my energy through the wing, I encountered a resistance, a blockade that wouldn’t allow my powers to pass. It felt like knocking at the door of an empty house, in theory it was supposed to open but someone was needed to turn the key and invite you in. For now, it wouldn’t be more than a fancy streak of colour among the silvery torrents of energy.Much more confident than I had been two min
Cassandra Pendragon“You’re a bloody idiot, that’s what you are. But you got balls, at least metaphorically, I’ll give you that.” “Thanks, by now you’ve repeated yourself enough times as well that my tiny brain can retain the information.” I was long past the initial rush of gratitude I had felt when I had first regained a resemblance of consciousness in a grey world of nothingness. By now I was mainly annoyed and a little worried.Unbelievably my stunt hadn’t been the end. I should’ve been dead, my very personality obliterated in the truest sense of the word, my core clean for another spin of the wheel but… I wasn’t. No thanks to my efforts as Mephisto kept on reminding me. He had saved me, in a way. The unbound energy that had been released in the chamber prior to my temporal displacement had been more than enough to reconstruct his reservoirs and the interwoven sparks of transcendent energy had allowed him to perform a miracle, his words, not mine. He had come to when I had collap
Cassandra PendragonI was somewhere in between. I could still see the circular chamber as an afterimage of sorts while I struggled with the sensations my own body was providing me with. Every muscle and tendon connected to my wings was burning as if it had been dunked in acid and I could feel torrents of blood gush down my back, a warm stream of sticky liquid that formed a dark puddle beneath my feet. I couldn’t remain upright, spasms raced up my legs and along my back and I collapsed face first into my own blood. My wings felt like they were about to be pulled out of their sockets, a much stronger force than I had ever experienced had taken hold of them and was constantly trying to rip me a part. My ingenious manoeuvre had worked, I was in my own time stream and still anchored in the alternate version. Unfortunately that also meant that right now my wings were the only thing connecting two separate streams. In a way I was a stick thrust between two wheels. If the wheels were turning