Grover looked to where the beast had been standing only moments before. It simply varnished in a split of light. He was so glad to see it go that he nearly whooped in delight.Immediately after the beast disappeared, everyone's attention turned to Krystal. Krystal, who only moments before had seemed alright, assumed his former countenance. His eyes were that bright shade of red again, and he seemed to exude a strange glow through his skin, but it looked like the glow oozed out of him—like he was so full of the glow source that he oozed it out.They began to think about whether Krystal was going to attack them now that the beast was gone. But he did not. He floated as he had done previously, and before any of them could say anything, Krystal fell softly to the forest floor, unconscious. He laid on the foliage like a baby put to his mother’s breasts. Aside from his injuries, he appeared young and at rest; all the lines of stress, age, and fatigue seemed to be erased from his face as he
Shambala was quiet. Which was normal for him. He was a man of few words. But strangely, he muttered as he considered the recent events. It was a lot to take in, as it would strengthen their team, making them one of a kind.Not to be proud, but having him on any team was already an advantage. Vladimir and his two artifacts were also a strong point. This, combined with Grover, who now had the capacity to wield and summon the Raven spirit, and Krystal and his power-duplicating abilities, would be a mean deal for any opponent.He turned only to see Vladimir and Grover looking at him with expectant faces. How could he blame them? That day had been a lot to handle, even for him. He couldn’t have imagined how much they had both been affected, both mentally and physically. This last battle with the beast had tested their strengths, abilities, and skills. It tested their capacity to bear each other’s burdens, and so far, they had all proven themselves. Nobody proved a craving by running away
Vladimir ingested all Shambala had said about Stark, and somehow it didn’t satisfy his desire to discover the fate of Krystal. He thought over it, and after a while, he asked Shambala,“Does this mean that Krystal is now too powerful? Having wielded the power that, in the opinion of some, is best left untapped?”He asked, knowing that Krystal would not hurt them, but there was always this part of the heart that held a measure of doubt.“Hmnnn.” Shambala replied. “It seems you’ve given great thought to this. But to answer you, no, it does not. In truth, if these artifacts were so powerful that they automatically ruined a man, they would be banned and thus unavailable.”Vladimir nodded with understanding. The doubt in his heart cleared as understanding dawned on him.He sat up a little higher, paying keen attention to Shambala, who continued, “So the fact that they are left open to be tapped, mastered, and wielded by men means that a man can rise to the point where he is not ensnared by
Shambala laughed when he heard the question Grover asked him and said, “I knew you’d be curious about that. You just couldn’t wait to ask Krystal, could you?”Grover joined in the laughter with a nervous, short laugh. He sincerely did not find the situation funny in the least, but he schooled his features to reflect a calm he did not feel. He felt like his life and soul were on the balance, and he needed to feel some measure of control. What good was a warrior who could not tame and dominate his artifact?When Shambala noticed that Grover was a bit more invested in this question than he let on, he let his laughter die off slowly and took on a serious look.Turning to Grover, he said, “Young Grover, I understand your concern more than you realize. And I can give my perspective on the situation you have found yourself in based on my opinions, but the only one who can tell you for sure is Krystal. Would you take my halfway-maybe-not-so-satisfying answer, or will you wait for Krystal to w
Grover stirred from his musings after a while and sat up. He noticed Vladimir stir and sit up as well. A while had gone by, but he wasn’t sure how much time had passed. The whole place had grown quiet as if they were all asleep, but none of them slept; they were just still in thought.It was almost funny how none of them even thought of sleeping. Maybe it was a result of the ‘excitement’ they had gone through the night before. Or maybe it had more to do with the fact that Krystal had still not stirred from his makeshift perch on the forest floor. Maybe it was a combination of both reasons, but the fact remained that, as tired as their bodies were and as tasked as their souls had been, they could not sleep now. It would take some time before they did.Shambala nodded at Grover, acknowledging his sitting up. The sky was fully bright at this time, though it was still so early that the few were evident on the leaves and branches in the forest. It was still very quiet, but not so quiet tha
Grover heard a soft groan and turned towards Krystal. He was awake!He watched as Krystal gently opened his eyes and then proceeded to stretch as he slowly came awake.All three of them ran to his side and rallied around him, concern etched on all their faces. They were all asking questions and answering themselves in chaos. Krystal for a moment was a bit confused as he had just woken up. He looked around. The sun was shining and life was awake. How many hours had I slept? He thought hazily. His first question was “did I sleep the whole night?” That was very unusual of him.As soon as he asked, his question was like an ice breaker for his worried comrades as they all broke into laughter. His confusion deepened.They laughed for over a full minute before they stopped and by that time he was already mildly annoyed. He was the only person who did not know the real reason why they were laughing and to make it worse, they seemed to be laughing at him.When they stopped, they had tears i
Shambala listened partly as Krystal narrated his story. It was not like he was not interested in what he was saying, but his relief at seeing Krystal turn out just alright was greater than his curiosity about the details. Besides, he had this gut feeling that what actually happened was not very different from what he knew to have happened.Krystal may never really understand how worried they have been. It was not just because they had been unable to continue with their journey, but out of genuine concern for their friend and comrade.They had even begun contemplating whether they would take him for treatment in the nearest village if he still did not wake up on the third day. Now that he has woken up, they are simply happy and relieved and can continue their journey.Shambala’s attention once again returned to Krystal, who was still narrating his ordeal. He was glad that Vladimir had taken the initiative to ask him what exactly had happened to him because he did not want to. He did n
After the happy reunion, the group had eaten, and everyone was happy in the moment. Vladimir was thinking about all Krystal had said, and it was a lot for him to take in. He remembered feeling a strange tug of emotion each time he was beginning to wield a new artifact, but nothing as dramatic as Krystal’s experience. Also, he remembers experiencing difficulty wielding each artifact, but nothing as difficult as Grover’s. This also left a few questions lingering in his mind. Why were their experiences so different? Was it because they were exposed to varying degrees of power? Or because of the varying manifestations of the powers? These thoughts plagued his mind as he looked on.He remembered when Krystal spoke about how the artifacts relied on the emotions of their holders and how negative emotions were adverse to anyone using them. No more angry rages, inordinately desperate moments, or despondent emotions for too long. Emotional balance was the only way to make the most of his gift.