Shambala frowned, not knowing what Krystal wanted to do. He thought several things and imagined lots of scenarios, but couldn’t bring himself to stop Krystal from approaching Grover. He didn't do or say anything, but just watched. Previously, Grover had looked scared and had been cowering in awe, but somehow, he had gotten bold and courageous and now stared directly into Krystal’s eyes. He wondered what any other person at that place with them was thinking. It was a surreal moment.Grover frowned, looking at Krystal, who had previously felt scared but now was bold. It was as if Krystal’s eyes spoke a message directed towards him without saying anything. Words were not needed. He seemed to say, “I will not hurt you," and Grover believed him.Ordinarily, Krystal was not a man who inspired fear without being provoked. Of course, there was always the occasional person who perceived a threat without cause, but not because of any effort on Krystal’s part. However, it still occurred to Gro
Grover felt like a door had been opened for him. He felt able in that moment, free from the weakness he had been feeling since Shambala told him that he was going to be the one to rescue them in the next test.He turned towards the beast, who looked at him curiously, as though suddenly seeing him for the first time. He hurriedly stood up and walked towards the beast, who had not seemed to make much sense earlier but now seemed relatable.All the sounds they thought were feral growls and groans coming from the beast turned out to be coherent words spoken in a language different from their own. It sounded like one of the ancient languages that had been lost to the world of men.Maybe it was only lost to men, but it is still a viable language in the realm of spirits. What was strange to Grover was that he could understand the creature’s words perfectly.“Man, what do you seek? And why should I let you pass?” The beast’s voice sounded thunderous, loud, and clear.“We seek only passage to
Grover knew that from the looks on his comrades’ faces, they knew he did not know the answer to the question asked.“How far east can you travel before you start traveling west?” That was the question he had asked. Who asked these types of questions anyway?What they did not know was that Grover expected it.He knew very well that he might not be able to answer the questions the beast would put to him, but he decided not to show it. He decided he would let the beast ask all of its questions, and just as he expected, he didn't know even a single answer to all of its questions.Question two: the beast had said almost smugly, “How much of himself can a man give before there is nothing else to give?” Almost smugly because the beast displayed little or no emotion on its face.Again, meeting Grover’s silence, the creature pushed on to the next question.“Of your companions, all of you are distinct in your composition. Apart from earthly and acquired qualities and materials, what makes you u
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