Not long after arriving back to the void of memories, Mon'Ter and Leonidas did another short walk till they entered the next memory. Really, it was rather close. Even closer than the ones that took place hours or even minutes after the previous ones. Perhaps, it was a memory that happened at the same time as Samuel's entrance to the academy.
Perhaps, that idea wasn't too far off.
The scenery manifested itself anew, though; it wasn't at the academy like the duo had expected it to be, no, they were back in the city of Banul. Far from Grevil city and its school of magics. Now, before them stood a very specific hallway within the royal castle of the capital, one that went along the farther reaches of the keep, and Leonidas instantly recognized it.
"Oh my, we're back at the capital this soon? But why are we at the royal blacksmithy's hallway..." he mumbled to himself, half musing half narrowing his eyes.
"Royal blacksmithy?" Mon'Ter quizzed, wondering what the
The two memory voyeurs watched as the dwarf went to some of his nearby chests, they were all filled to the brim with different bars of metal, each ranging in density, strength and magical properties. Certainly, he had it all from simple iron to legendary adamantium here."So, what is it that you'd like to have made?" Korgen said, his fingers running across a bar of mithril as he did. The voice which reached the princess’ ears sent shivers down her spine."You'll really make me a magical blade, right? Dwarven crafted techniques and all?" she grinned widely, nodding her head whilst tightening her cupped hands and their grip. She did it almost as if trying to affirm it by herself."Hahahaha! You're an excited lil buggah, ain'tcha?" Korgen laughed out loud, placing his hands on his hips as he shook up and down in laughter. "I'll have ya know, this next item I'll be making for ya ain't no slouched one like the previous toys you requested! No, no, princess, I'll
Mon'Ter and Leonidas roamed further amidst the memories, wondering what the next one might be."Maybe we'll see them working in the midst of it? Or how the sword was completed?" Mon'Ter mused whilst walking along the path of flickering lights. "Could be something else too, maybe the first time Ely got to use it?""Nah," Leonidas shook his head, "considering we skipped over Sammy, I'm willing to bet we'll go back to his point of view for the next memory," he spoke with certainty, though he didn't particularly care about these memories as much as he did of the ones which involved himself and those two. Those were the best to reminisce with."Hmmm, let's see then," Mon'Ter nodded and they reached the following memory, a not too hard endeavor considering they're barely moved since the previous one.Slowly, the scenery revealed itself anew. It was a grand hallway leading further into a glamourous building, the size of the hallway alone was huge, and at the end
“Director Gandar Livian is waiting for you inside, he’s also doing some paperwork but please don’t inquire about it,” Joline said as she pointed to the door.“I will be mindful of that,” Samuel smiled her way, then walked up the door, knocking thrice until he heard a voice from within.“Come in,” Gandar said, sounding busy just from the tone of voice he emitted. It sounded annoyed, tired.“Excuse me,” Samuel replied, opening the tall door and moving on inside. The person that greeted him from within was a rather old fellow, too old, honestly. He had a wrinkly face that practically hid his eyes, and a beard so long it was practically a wool woven sheath covering his frame. Almost like a mask, even.“Who’s that guy?” Mon’Ter thought he would ask Leonidas.“Ah… Right, that cranky old idiot,” Leonidas sighed. “Well, here he’s the director
"So, I guess I've seen one of our to be enemies?" Mon'Ter mused, tilting his head at Leonidas."More or less," the elderly knight nodded at him."But he seemed so nice though..." Mon'Ter argued. “I dunno, I feel conflicted seeing my friends being friendly with people they now consider as the enemy.”"In situations like this, character is often unimportant. What matters is the side you stand by," Leonidas shook his head.“But that’s just sad…” Mon’Ter felt his chin lower. “What I’m getting from this is that all that has been going on is friendships getting ruined…”"It's a sad truth, but we all fight for what we believe in, even if it is in complete opposition to another person's beliefs," Leonidas hoped to explain.“I don’t like that, I don’t like that at all,” Mon’Ter crossed his arms.“The world doesn’t care about your opini
"Well," Mon'Ter began. "The short man certainly gives good advice if anything, that's for sure.""Korgen is wise when he tries," Leonidas shrugged. "That daft idiot knows more than anyone about being arrogant and where that can get you, certainly, I mean the short ass is arrogant on his own. Remember the sign above his door? Can't say I know a more prideful guy than that one.""Yeah, definitely a tad arrogant I'd say," Mon'Ter nodded whilst he smiled slightly. "But, it did seem like Ely liked him.""Of course she likes em," Leonidas crossed his arms whilst speaking. "He's single handedly been responsible for spoiling both of Elduin's kids! Elyenora and Aydian both spent loads of time with the dwarf... I'm honestly jealous! He was with them on both of their first times of drinking alcohol! He bloody initiated it for them! I wanted to be there for that too damn it! Ugh!" he grumbled, almost seeming like he wanted to tear out his own hair at the thought. This was d
After no more than a few paces forth, Mon'Ter and Leonidas were dragged into the next memory, the day right after Elyenora had found out. By this point, the news was circulating across the entire capital city of Banul, and nearly everyone debated what would be happening now that king Elduin had passed away.This memory which followed was not any more pleasant than the former. Perhaps, it was even more gray than its predecessor. A sickly feeling wretched the guts of both the memory viewers, and they could feel pits getting emptied in their stomach from the sheer depression surrounding them. Whatever she was feeling, it was quite obvious that this moment in time was a memory which Elyenora hated with all her being.Mon’Ter and Leonidas found themselves in a room together with Elyenora, she wasn't standing, much less sitting. The princess had tucked herself deep in her covers, hiding from sight and hoping to be out of mind. Though she could never escape her own mind
When Mon'Ter and Leonidas reached the void again, Mon'Ter felt himself become a lot calmer than before. "Sam is... Really good," he mumbled out with thoughts of the previous memory. During it, he didn't dare interrupt or speak, he only watched as the young man did his thing and made Elyenora feel ever so slightly better than before. He helped her heal not by talking to her about the tragedy but by being there for her, it was certainly a thing that the Chimera could admire. A thing he could learn. "Aye, that kid sure is amazing," Leonidas grinned as he spoke, crossing his arms before continuing. "He's talented at lots of things, that's for sure, and I sure am glad he and Ely are on such good terms. It brings joy to me as a grandfather, you know?" "I think so," Mon'Ter replied. "I too am happy that my friends are on good terms, so, maybe that's similar?" he mused on it, though he wasn't quite certain whether being a friend and being a grandfather had anything in common
"I think that about confirms it," Leonidas spoke with his arms crossed. "He doesn't know about Elduin being alive, and is genuinely disturbed by it. Looking at him now from an outside point of view like this, makes it awfully obvious." "Yeah," Mon'Ter nodded. "Though, what worries me is his thought process... I think it probably has something to do with why he's causing such a ruckus in the current time." "More than likely," Leonidas sighed, scratching the back of his head. "I'll talk to him in the real world when I see him. That may honestly be the most important thing of the upcoming events that still need to play out." "Agreed," Mon'Ter said. “Aydian needs a talk to, I have my doubts whether we actually have to kill him or even fight him for that matter. Things might be resolved a lot easier with him if we played it out right. He might even help against the dragon cult?” “Potentially,” Leonidas nodded. “Though there’s also the concern that he’s inf