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Two Worlds (Atherium x Rosie)

"Well..." He responded after a few seconds of pondering upon her question. "I cannot say for sure. This is just the beginning of it all and we did not even get to the first checkpoint, which is Taryk. How do we even know if he, having embraced the human life, hasn't died already? Zask forgot to mention the last time this man has been seen. If he lives, then i suppose we have a slight chance, but if he doesn't, there's not much we can do about it, other than search through his things and see if he didn't leave a hidden note, somewhere. There is that. We don't know. We can't know." He exposed his mind in the most plain way possible, and accompanied it all with a shrug. Burdening his mind with overthinking it wasn't going to do any good, and they both knew it.


The carriage has advanced considerably. Elvina was doing a great job leading the horses up the road, having already taken their first turn following it, leaving Skystead somewhere far in the distance. They were now entering another thicket of forest just like the one they evaded into from Exton. However, the forest they just entered was no longer the usual one. In here, pines were the most notable trees, sign that, with their advance, the northernmost mountains of the Mortal Domain. Zael all but set his focus upon the surroundings, for he has never seen such before. Aldurath was, in a big part, an open desert. And in the other part, an exotic sort of jungle. In all honesty, vektrosians have never even seen snow. The man only looked through the three crowns up towards the glorious mountain peaks covered in white and wondered, what did snow feel like? He was, of course, going to find out soon, but still, curiosity made his fingers itch.


Realising he has gone into a silence of more than half an hour, silence broken only by the slight screeches of the wood of the carriage that was now advancing on slightly rocky field, Zael shot a question from the top of his head. "How does love feel?" He asked, surprised seconds later by his own blunt way of asking it. Anywhat, it was a question that irked him eversince he met her and began approaching her. What if all that was happening between them led to love? How could he handle it? And how would it feel, in first instance? Something about it all told him he was going to find out soon, but first hand, he wished to hear it from her. She was a human, after all, she must have known.


Something inside him stirred again as he awaited an answer. It was strange. Now, after the feeling of emptiness he has experienced in the morning, he felt as if his body was growing something odd inside. He couldn't tell what it was, for sure, but he felt as if his insides were twisting and turning in a constant process of transformation. It made him feel slightly scared but he did not wish to tell Elvina about it. She would think he is weak. And that, that he was not yet ready to admit to a human. The fact that a vektrosian still had weaknesses was something that a vektrosian should never ever speak to someone else of.
 
She hadn’t even contemplated that. What if this former Vektrosian wasn’t even alive anymore? This whole conquest would fall to ruin. Perhaps they could grow old together in Skystead while watching humanity crumble around them. Elvina’s heart became frigid in her chest, and the sensation physically hurt. This was not well thought through at all. Yes, this journey her and Zael were embarking on was for justice and the sheer right to exist in peace amongst one another, but the decision to do it was that of a headonistic one. However, some decisions are best not being considered. That would lead to overthinking and doubt. And as a consequence, that would-


"How does love feel?"


The odd question made Elvina’s attention, which was now rather erratic, snap to the man who was juttering in time with the carriage next to her. His whole body appeared to be uncomfortable at the words which had toppled from his mouth. His hands lay tightly on his lap, his eyes fixated on the girl. And yet.. yet it also showed he was listening closely. This question clearly held a lot of value for him, so she believed her answer should be well thought out. Elvina blinked once, as if trying to gather her thoughts, and looked to the road again, now unusually quiet. Normally she was teasing Zael with sarcastic remarks, but now her mind was rendered blank. She couldn’t even muster a simple thought process. The sensation was alien to her.


“Well..” She began, but trailed off into silence once again. In all honesty, she wasn’t quite sure how to answer, despite wanting to satisfy his curiosity. “I.. don’t know if I’ve ever even been in love. I know that I loved my father, and I also loved my mother, though she died when I was born.” She shifted in her seat and frowned, trying to find the correct way to articulate this. “I think love is layered. It is a complex thing. Subjective. So it feels different for everyone who experiences it.” Actually, she may have been in love once, yet come to think of it she probably felt like that because she was told she had to. They were arranged to be married, which developed into what seemed like a business deal more than anything meaningful. “I thought I loved this boy once. I think I loved me in return. It was a brief ordeal.” She admitted, guiding the horses round a slight corner. The more truthful side of her felt as though she should offer Zael a more rounded insight. “Love can also hurt. Some people even believe love is a disease. That someone can die from a broken heart if the love in unrequited.” Of course, she was aware that proposition would seen preposterous. Elvina desperately wanted to agree. “And sometimes two people love each other when they know they shouldn’t. They have been taught they should not involve themselves with people of such sorts.” There was a slight pause. “But sometimes social laws are twisted and vengeful. Sometimes people love each other because they cannot help but to do so. Does that answer your question?” She enquired, feeling as though she could relate to certain parts of her answer more than she would have liked.
 
"I suppose. It would explain the course of illogical actions some do because of it. Or well, at least so they say. They say love makes you do things that have nothing to do with rationality." Zael mused, speaking his mind out without thinking whether or not Elvina was pleased to hear his thoughts. It simply kept him from getting bored of the road that has been going on now for about more than half an hour. It seemed the path was continuously ascending and it would lead soon into the snow the vektrosian has been so ardently thinking of. "Back in Vektros, they taught us that love and basically every human feeling is childish and useless. You wouldn't find a complete book on the human feelings, just books that constantly repeated how much bad these feelings led to. We've been taught that, out of obsessive love, most humans force themselves unto others. Some can even kill because of it."


He was again blunt, not thinking about any effect his words could have upon Elvina. He simply spoke out of the need to cover away the strange sensation of his insides twisting. He grew fearful that this process was leading to his demise. He had, in all honesty, heard that a vektrosian that's been severed away from the Heart was destined to endure a slow and painful end. Of course, as a logical being, he refused to believe such and labeled it as nonsense, since schools did not teach that. But what if it was true? Only time could tell. As the carriage advanced, Zael and Elvina could hear the sound of a river, flowing somewhere nearby. The atmosphere was strangely quiet, only sounds of different animals lurking through bushes making some little noise. The air was fresh and slightly cold. Of course, it didn't affect the vektrosian, but it might affect the human girl. Did it?


As he looked into the distance, Zael observed how not far away from their position, a river was cutting the ground apart. A carefully built small stone bridge was, however, made so that everyone could pass on the other side. So, the river flowed in serpentine ways? Very interesting. The vektrosian was taking note into his mind of the flawless architecture of the world, and couldn't stop being amazed by it. His curiosity was only growing larger with the new things he was discovering. As the carriage was approaching the bridge, anyhow, three figures rose from what seemed to be nothingness. The horses, startled, came to a halt with loud neighing and rose for a second on the back lgs, before falling down to all four.


On a closer look, what stood now before the carriage were the figures of three men. They seemed to be half naked, only wearing pants and boots. One of them had a sword attached to his back. Another, a bow and quiver. And the third a mace. They legitimately looked like bandits, only one detail being odder than the rest: They were transparent. Zael couldn't help but notice the resemblance between these and some of the holograms displayed in Vektros. Was it possible that these three were the product of such technology that ended up here? The vektrosian was about to speak to Elvina about what he has been thinking, when the man that stood in the middle let out a few words in a dry tone.


"Ye don't pay the toll... ye don't cross the stream."


What exactly was the meaning of this? Three sillhouettes that weren't even physical on the universal plain were asking to be payed a toll to let the carriage cross the river? Zael was now honestly indignated and, as a result, immediately stepped down from the carriage, not even once thinking about what could happen if he did not do the right thing. "What is this all about?" He asked the three men, taking a step closer to have a better look. Indeed, the three were nothing near physical forms, only ether with another... shape. Zael took a look towards Elvina, hoping that she might have an explanation for this.


"As i said, kid." The sillhouette that spoke earlier repeated itself. "If you don't pay the toll, you don't cross the stream." The archer immediately stepped up, to enforce the swordsman's words. "Yeah, you heard 'im. Gold out or make a turn. We ain't negotiating here."
 
Elvina let out a small breath of amazed disbelief. She had heard rumours.. yet.. to think they were indeed true? Granted, she believed her mind was whisked away with the fairies, since a large portion of her childhood was spent in the hobbled library just on the outskirts of Exton. It was there she sought refuge in a dusty corner on the second floor, covered by rusty shelves from the stresses of her family, and her repressing life. She found the book rather young, around the age of 9. Her reading was advanced for her age, and she tackled the more sophisticated language in desperation to gather more information. The book, she recalls, was called “Legends Beyond Home” and covered all sorts of paranormal matter, ranging from roaring ogres that dwelled deep in the forest, to apparitions which appeared when summoned by greedy merchants who eventually died at the wrath of their own wanting. These three fellows were the second story she bored over, and she recognised their faces, despite the rather transparent nature of their physical forms.


Stepping down from the carriage itself, she could not help but gaze at the three beings while wandering towards them, yet being wary not to get too close. They were short tempered men, chained by the gift of their own immortality. It was enough to drive anyone insane. As a form of relief, they spent their fruitless days making money from travellers. A sense of purpose was something that even the dead crave.


“He means no harm. He is.. not used to seeing such things. Nor am I, for that strange matter.” Her memory jogged to remember the names, and she peered at them closely, while trying not to seem invasive or judgemental. “Filmore, Harrett, and Jackson. Am I correct in believing they are your names?” She called out to them, hoping that her simply question would not cost her anything to dear, like her life for example. In jarred response, the men looked to each other in bafflement, wondering how someone so young and so mortal could possibly be familiar with their kind. Then again, Elvina seemed to have a knack or running into those who are deemed as outsiders amongst humans. The first example was standing right next to her, and the second, third, and fourth were hovering not 10 feet away.


Their silence spoke volumes, and so she took the opportunity to continue. “I’ve read about you. I am sorry for the lives you found yourself trapped in after death.” She swallowed, not certain if empathising with them was the correct way to go about this. “You deserved better.” She concluded with a small smile.


For a moment, the silence frosted the air that surrounded the group, until suddenly the middleman swooped down to her level so his icy breath glittered against her face, making her shudder, but stand her ground.


“What do you know about death?” The ghost confronted with tangible aggression, born from natural defence of pride. “Your heart still beats, you still feel the sun against your rosy skin. You’re still breathing.” The last word was spat out, as if simply uttering it left a stagnant taste in one’s mouth.


“I know nothing of your situation. I was simply trying to be respectful, I humbly apologise if I caused you any upset.” The words toppled out of Elvina’s mouth, and she was shocked at how she managed to say them in the right order. Never had she been in such a close conflict with something so supernatural, who’s powers were most likely beyond her mortal fathoming. In spite of that, the man’s expression softened, and he retreated back to the other highwaymen, who remained close behind him. He folded his arms accusingly and loomed down at the pair, jerking his head.


“Go on…” He mused, finding her courage rather intriguing, but amusing.


On cue, Elvina cleared her throat and wound her fingers into Zael’s for solidarity. “My name is Elvina Terrace, and this is Zael. We are willing to pay the toll if it means we will be able to pass safely. Our quest is one of high importance, and we do not want to delay any further.” The woman felt tempted to share their quest to the men, but urged herself not to. They seemed like rather spiteful men, and if any confidential information was shared, she had no doubt that they would go directly to the king and inform him of the quiet uprising.
 
Zael was all but scratching the back of his head as he watched the conversation unfold. There must've been something that slipped past him as he clearly observed how Elvina was much more skilled in conversationals than him, even managing to seemingly quiet down the three raging spirits. "Wait..." He blurted out, attracting the gazes of the three all upon him, making this a no return way from speaking on forward. "So... are you guys... ghosts? Ethereal entities that once possesed bodies but no longer do?" Zael asked with all the curiosity, still gazing uncertain upon the three appearances that seemed so outworldly. Again a frozen moment of tensed wait as the spirits let the question pass through each, apparently working together as a sort of three way entity that needed approval from each side at once. Finally, the swordsman turned his head to the others, before pointing to Zael in a short gesture.


"You heard him, boys? He's calling us ghosts." He spoke in a mocking manner, attracting a sort of mix of anger and despise from the other two, which was immediately speared towards the vektrosian. Taking a step forward into Zael's direction, the swordsman spirit then all but leaned forward in the same aggressive manner he did earlier with Elvina, surrounding the man of Vektros with a strange, violent chill which would have made a normal human shiver. "You have some nerve, boy. Way too much, for your age. Ghosts, he says. Psh." It was almost unreal how many feelings these apparent ghosts held, despite the fact that they were just shadows of their former selves. Zael was everything around amazed by such.


"So, you say you would pay the toll to cross?" The spirit asked towards the two as he stepped back, taking his place flanked by the other two. "Very well, then. Directly to the east, there is a shrine. You let the gold there. Now go." He waved a gesture with his arm, as if wiping away the two living beings from his sight. Zael did not take light to such arrogance, but he couldn't do anything about it, as these three spirits were, well, untouchable. It wasn't as if he could grab them by the throat and punch them in the face for daring to order him and Elvina around. Still with the girl's fingers entwined around his, the vektrosian proceeded to take steps towards the place that has been pointed out, leaving behind the fish carriage and the three highwaymen ghosts that watched the couple depart.


They were now walking a well trodden path that derived from the main road. However, the spirit forgot to mention the distance to the shrine. Hell, it could take hours to get there, couldn't it? "Those damned bastards better not be fooling around with us, else i swear i'll..." He mumbled, clearly irritated by the detour he and the girl that walked along him had to take, just because three spirits have ordered them to do so. Three damned spirits, ordering them around as if they were just kids. How insolent. It seemed humans were annoying even after death. Well... at least most of them. He was now making more and more of a difference between what he has been taught about humans and what he has encountered. The cheerful people of Skystead who treated him, a sworn enemy of humanity, like one of theirs, and... and Elvina. The lovely presence he couldn't deny he grew accustomed to and whom he was more than ready to protect. He couldn't understand by what magic she bound him to herself but so it was done.


The path suddenly ended as they reached a small pond. The water of it was so clear, the two could see the bottom as if through glass. From the fine mud sparked, reflecting the light of the sun, different sized coins, thrown probably by other passers by, as close to the strange stone that rose right in the middle of pond as possible. The shrine. Zael cast an uncertain gaze towards Elvina, silently asking for directions now.
 
“Seems simple enough. We just go in and get the coins, right?” She questioned to Zael, who looked as dumbstruck as she did. Her expression hardened, and she faced the body of water once more. No, it seemed too easy, which made her suspicious. Drumming her fingers against her chin, she frowned at the obstacle in front of her. “There must be another way to get to it. A tunnel, perhaps? Why don’t you stay here, and I’ll search for something. I’ll be back soon.” Elvina then slipped her hand from Zael’s and began to make her way round the outskirts of the pond, until disappearing from sight altogether in the undergrowth that had made a home just behind the rippling liquid. Zael watched her leave and looked back at the coins. It did seem like a rather straightforward request. The man lowered to his knees and reached forward, trying to touch the nearest coin, which glistened tantalisingly. His fingertip all but brushed the soft metal, which elicited a small eruption of bubbles just ahead of him. It caught his attention for a moment, but he thought nothing of it, once again going to reach out. This time, his hand grasped round the small circle, and he brought it to himself. In spite of his success, the whole pond began to sizzle, causing waves to rise and break at his feet. Strange, indeed.


From the centre of the water, just in front of the shrine, rose a young woman. Her hair was a shimmering blonde, and on it was fitted a crown woven of jewels and leaves. She was immaculate. Even Zael could admit that. Her body was adorned with a white gown, which clung to her body while she glided towards him. When she recognised his baffled, but unashamedly spellbound expression, her lips grew into a welcoming smile. She was a siren, there was no doubt about it.


“What’s your name?” She asked softly. Her voice was like being welcomed into heaven, and Zael did not respond. He felt uncomfortable, but could not seem to tear his eyes away. Her feet stepped up out of the water, and she began to walk on the liquid itself, not sinking or faltering. She was not from this world. “Would you like to know mine?” She questioned again, stepping up onto the shore with him until she was level with his face. Her eyes glanced over his features. “Because I can be anyone you want me to be.”


Suddenly, Zael unleashed his weapon, and pointed it to her, making her step away from him with a knowing smile. The movement didn’t panic her like he had hoped.


“Stop. You’re a siren. Your deceitful words and meant to lure me to my death.” He responded harshly, trying not to let his hand tremble when she simply lowered it daintily. Why was he not fighting back? This was as frustrating as it was enchanting.


“I would never hurt such a brave, powerful man like yourself.” Once again, the siren stepped towards him, raising her hand to allow her fingertips to contour his chest with a seductive delicacy. “Not when there are so many other things we could do.” The mysterious woman murmured, yet to no avail.


“I said stop.” Zael almost shouted, shaking his head to try and snap himself out of this trance he was trapped in. “I will not fall prey to your deceptions.” He reminded himself. He was a child of Vektros. This blasted woman would not tear down his pride. He refused to let it happen. The woman simply quirked an eyebrow and backed away into the water. She looked curious, but amused, as if she had heard this all before.


“Really? You’re immune to me.” She wondered doubtfully, leaning down to take a handful of water. Then, she lifted it up and trickled it onto her head. What happened next, almost cause Zael ‘s legs to give in. Right in front of his eyes, the woman had transformed into Elvina. No, it couldn’t be. But.. the way she looked at him made his heart involuntarily jerk in his mechanical chest, much to his disliking. Elvina smiled at him lovingly.


“Like me more now?” She asked innocently. Zael was having difficulty convincing himself that he was imagining this. He was witnessing Elvina in her highest, and most ethereal form. It captured his attention like nothing else could. Despite this, Zael insisted it was an illusion. It only made Elvina- no, this false replica of her, stalk round him, her hands wandering over his chest and back comfortingly. Unnoticed to him, his weapon slipped from his hand and landed silently on the sand below him.


“This doesn’t feel real to you? Everything you want, but can’t have, I can give it to you. You don’t have to hide yourself in front of me.” She whispered against his ear, before reaching up and brushing her fingers against his cheek. “All you have to do..” She began, and Zael found himself listening intently. “.. is kiss me.” The offer was tempting, even more so when Elvina leaned up with the intention to do just that. Her breath was slow and steady against his now dry lips, and Zael caught himself holding his breath, yet knowing he had no need to breathe. Was this what nerves felt like? He was not to be sure. In fact, he could barely remember his own name.
 
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This whole play was getting him to the end of his nerves. He tried thinking all the points of this problem at the same time, as he struggled to keep himself logical and coherent despite feeling the heatened breath of the perfect illusion of Elvina against his lips. No, this was clearly not Elvina, just a mask this devilish temptress used to pull him into the abyss. But where would the girl whom he accompanied be? She dissapeared, all of a sudden, in the thicket, and from there on... Maybe this maleficent creature had her trapped somewhere along the way? Maybe she needed help while he was stuck with all of this uncertainity. Maybe when he reached her it would be too late? But at the same time, he wanted to feel the closure to this... clone, even if that would mean his demise.


But again, the images of his and Elvina's latest encounters replayed through his mind. They were onto a mission of great importance. Giving in to this obvious trap would mean that he was weak, and his weakness dragged down everything behind him, just like a curtain, pulled down by the grip of a kid who stumbled and sought support into it. He would dissapoint everything and everyone that contributed to the beginning of his quest. And he would waste the only chance of Vektros being returned to its former glory. History would become grim and he will be known as the vektrosian, the last vektrosian who helped into the matter of annihilation of it. But how could he pull himself away when the arms wrapped about him now tugged him closer, and closer. Even for his logical sense, it was hard for him to understand that this was not Elvina. For a second, a little slip in his mind told him she was, indeed, but then the sparking in her eyes told him otherwise.


As confusion was getting the best of him, Zael felt now dizzy, and exhausted from so much fighting. If he could only reach his sword, he could show this... this... devil what trying to mess around with him could lead to. Suddenly, however, he noticed how, the disguised temptress was doing her best to pull him full body into the water. That was the resolve that made him erase forever the thought that this was indeed Elvina. This vile being was trying to catch him into the body of water and most likely devour him. Maybe that was what happened to the three bandits, as well? He had to somehow outsmart her. She had, almost fully, taken control of his body, so he could rely less on it. However, his quick wit hatched a plan that might just work.


"Hm..." He suddenly murmured, switching from the defensive demeanor to one more appropriate, seeming as if he was giving in to her game, smiling just as enticing as she did. "You know... i think i can drop her. Give me all you got. Now." He commanded, trying to make her understand he wanted to lay with her. You're a fool if you think this is going to work, he mocked himself inside of his mind, however, something told him that as crazy as his idea was, it might work. He prayed for the best it will. He did not, anyhow, go on and kiss her. He knew that if he were to do that, he was going to be lost. No way. And miracle, it seemed his plan was working. He felt how his body was being pushed down, slowly, as the seductress all but covered him with herself. With a freed hand, Zael reached his blade and twisting it to the best of his ability, he slipped it inbetween his armor and the body of the temptress, now growling in a low tone.


"Go play with somebody else, i'm never giving Elvina away for you." He mumbled before twisting the blade furthermore and shoving it, as better as possible, into the body of the siren, obtaining from her a loud, hissy shriek as she leaped beck. Her form immediately changed, and Zael observed now what she was. A hollow, hideous being. Her eyes sparked with hatred as black blood poured into the clear water, infesting it. The fiendish creature spat out curses towards him in a tongue only by herself known before, as he stood up, different shapes rose from the body of water and hurled towards him in a violent attack. He only saw one of the attackers approach him as he spun a perfect 360, avoiding the being's hit by a mere centimeter then cutting through it. The water it was formed of all but splattered on the ground as he proceeded to dodge the second incoming attack and retaliate with primal fury.


He was now motivated to end this so that he can find out what has happened to Elvina. He hoped for the best she was not dead. It did not take him long before he had finished off the wave of watery enemies. The water witch was levitating above the pond, still bleeding. "You be damned. I will get my revenge for this!" She hissed before, all of a sudden, losing her form, splattering into the water and dissapearing, as the water began slowly retaking its normal clarity. Zael, trying to snap awake from this whole shock, now cast his gaze around, truly fearing for what he might find out about Elvina.
 
His surroundings felt unnaturally quiet. The juxtaposition between the onslaught and the calm that proceeded shortly after was defeating, but Zael had no time to respond to that. Instead, he set off down the same route he had seen Elvina take not minutes ago. The yell of pain he heard somehow told him that he was heading in the right direction. Just below the pond stood a rather deep and open cave. The space was small, enough to fit ten people, and a small glimmer of light glistened from the depths of one corner, and against it, he made out the familiar blue of the dress he had chosen for his companion. From the brief moment, he could assume that she was huddled in a protective position. From what exactly? Well, there was only one sure way to find out. The man skidded down the small slope and cornered round until he reached the entrance. Before he had time to accomplish anything else, a voice called out from within the darkness he faced.


"And you brought a friend for us? How kind." Another siren, it had to be. Sure enough, stepping out from the black, was a second woman, who was equally as radiant as the last. Looks we're most certainly deceiving. From behind him, a frantic hand grasped his wrist in a desperate attempt to tug him away from the now mounting group of women who were emerging. Spinning round, he was confronted with Elvina's helpless expression. Her cheeks were splattered with tears which dripped miserably onto her dress. Her lower lip was trembling uncontrollably. Her whole body was erratic. If this was sheer anxiety personified, then Zael had never felt more grateful to not share the same woes.


"P-please get us out.." The girl managed to whimper, her heels digging into the mucky ground which was now caked to her once pristine boots. Zael had never seen her so fragile before. Even when her father was slaughtered before her eyes, it brought out an animalistic instinct within her. But now, now she was simply petrified. What they had done to her for her to spiral into this was not one of Zael's most tasteful thoughts. The least he owed the girl was an escape. Grabbing her wrist in return, he did not give the women the gratitude of looking back, and hauled her body up the bank and into the quiet of the shrubbery that was located close by, but far enough for them to be relatively safe. It was there that Elvina simply collapsed against his body, her arms gripping onto him as if letting go would cut off her oxygen supply. Speaking of breathing, that was something she was most definitely failing to do. Her sobs were overriding her lung capacity, making her feel dizzy. Also, now in the light of the early morning, he could see the girl had gained a fresh injury- a cut on her lower lip. It did not look too serious, but it was the principle of the matter.


Zael remembered the siren telling him that she could be anyone he wanted her to be. But who did Elvina know that would do such a thing? It didn't take too long for him to fit the pieces. Ascot Terrace. She was re-traumatised. The thought made his body feel an acute simulation of unadulterated anger. He had a good mind to go back there and slice them all open, but it seemed his moral duties lay elsewhere. In the hands of the quivering girl who was having what Zael believed to be a panic attack before him. Not only that, she looked ashamed of feeling such a way. As if she did not deserve to express weakness or genuine remorse for her past. Emotions were still murky in his mind, but Zael definitely felt more capable of understanding, just not empathising.
 
He didn't know how to react to her desperate embrace, and looked awestruck, to say the least, as she thrown herself into him, nearly pushing him onto his back as she did so. Those bloody things brought her into such a state, and he was at least angry for it. Wrapping his arms about her, he provided shelter for her as she continued to sob. The least he could do about it. He was still having a hard time protruding into her world and this was making it even harder. Why did humans cry when they were sad? Or shocked? What were the underlayers of the so complicated human mind? And why could not he, an intelligent being, cut all these feelings, dissect them?


His hand gently ran through her hair and soothed it as he did his best to calm her down, not having the slightest idea what to do more than just hold her and carress her. He only hoped that their carriage won't be assaulted for the time they sat there. Eventually, he watched as Elvina slowly came to a stop with crying, and instead became oddly quiet. Her mind would still be clogged with memories, he assumed. But it was time that they moved back to the carriage and so, with care, still holding his hands onto her, Zael gently made her stand. "We should get moving..." He spoke in a low tone as he helped her walk. Minutes later, they were arriving to the caravan. The spirits of the highwaymen were still there, and as soon as Zael and Elvina appeared, the middle man spoke again.


"Oh, look who's back. Where is our gold?" He asked, thus infuriating the vektrosian beyond expression. Silence befell the scenery for one moment as Zael was trying to contain the anger, but eventually, it all came out in a torrent of words as he held Elvina in a protective way against him. "Listen to me, you bloody... ghost, phantom, i really give no damn about what you actually are. You let us pass through or i'll make your unlife as heavy and ugly as you could imagine. You can't do anything to me, you're dead. Now shut up, and go moan and cry about gold someplace else." He grunted before turning towards the carriage. He helped Elvina step up in and, seeing as she still did not respond, he decided to go ahead and give it a try at leading the vehicle. How hard could it be?


Sitting on the seat that was destined to the carriage driver, he gently tugged at the reins, and whistled, putting the horses in move. The vehicle ran past through the three spirits, while the middle one kept on blabbering about curses and whatever else behind. Zael, still angered, rolled his eyes as the carriage advanced down the bridge, and onward on the road.
 
“We can be anyone you want us to be.” The group of siren’s seduced in unison, making Elvina naturally step back until her dress hit against the damp wall of the cave she had entered to find an alternative way to the gold. And yet, the women persisted in their deceitful ways. “Not feeling too chatty?” One piped up, leading the rest of them towards her until they were crowding round her terrified, yet stupidly determined body. “Let’s see.. how about this?” She asked, materialising into the thin, and lanky man that Elvina had tried to so hard to forget. Immediately, her heart felt weak, and any kind of righteousness she held diminished. Ascot, or this clone of Ascot, sported his usual, sickly smile.


“Not him.” She whispered, not quite believing what she was seeing. In return, the man raised his eyebrows in a seemingly confused fashion, and gently reminded her that if she kept still, it would be over quicker. And with that, she received a damaging blow to her mouth in the form of long and spindly fingernails. Blood pooled against her tongue, and she spat to the side of her, being rendered completely useless already. Not only did one version of him cause her to collapse to her knees, the remaining sirens took on the same form, each of them echoing things she was no stranger to hearing.


“This wouldn’t have to happen if you weren’t such an insolent brat.”


“Your father should have banished you were born and saved himself the heartache.”


“Did you know your mother died during childbirth? Pity her passing was in vain.”


The voices grew stronger, and increasingly louder, until Elvina curled up into a tight ball in the corner of the cave with her hands planted on her ears and her voice shouting out for what she remembered was her father, then her mother, and finally, Zael. However, only one of them was capable of coming to her aid, the other two had died as a direct result of her vicarious existence.


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“Did anything happen to you?” The girl asked after what had seemed like a lifetime of silent travelling. Zael seemed to be picking up the skill well, and was currently in charge of directing them down a wide open plain, leading to large fields with a direct path leading through the middle of them. The sight was quite splendid, but she had more pressing matters to tend to. If the sirens picked up on her weakness without any kind of verbal interaction, then what did they do to Zael, if anything? She felt as if it was an invasive question, but one that needed answering, nonetheless. Looking up, she saw that his expression was focussed on the road ahead, and she took his brief silence as an answer.


“I’m sorry for asking.” She muttered, feeling tired and infinitely fed up. Her arms folded against her chest, yet despite her newfound mood, she shuffled next to the man and tentatively rested her head on his shoulder. Even now, Elvina could vividly recall his fingers lightly brushing through her hair back in the forest. The action must have been alien to him, yet she supposed that even humans and Vetroskians shared at least some similar instincts- the urge to comfort someone in a time of need, a sense of solidarity and strength on a journey. Elvina was thankful for them, but was not too sure that Zael felt the same. Slowly, ever so slowly, her hand slipped through his arm until it fell back onto her lap, so their arms were softly interlinked. Just being close to someone had mental healing powers, even if they weren’t from your world.
 
The surprise that struck him when Elvina closed the distance between them could only be described by his eyes. Too bad she wasn't gazing into them, currently. He remembered the strange moment when the siren, disguised as Elvina, attempted to misguide him into kissing her and sealing his own fate. The feeling he had then, it was printed deeply within his mind, within him... He simply let a smile go as he shifted just so she can be as comfortable as possible, as he divided his attention between the road ahead, and answering her. "Um..." He paused, wanting to speak out but finding himself stupefied as he noticed he couldn't find his words for any sake at all. "I had..." Well? What are you gonna tell her? That you almost kissed a copy of her? That you want to kiss her out of curiosity, to see how that would feel?





Even the thought that he was now stuck with an unfulfilled curiosity about his road companion was, well, creeping him out for good measure. He knew that humans kissed each other out of feelings. He bore no feelings towards Elvina, or at least, that was what he tried so hard to believe. The truth was, he was actually afraid to let them grow, since he has heard so many negative thoughts about them back home. What if feelings stole his logical mind and made him blind to something? Finally dismissing the thought, he came back to his words, struggling to word out the response to Elvina's question as easy as possible.


"A siren attacked me. I fought her off and she dissapeared. I guess she tried to keep me away while you were being tortured." He responded, totally avoiding to tell her the whole story. He believed it would complicate everything way too much. "Never go off without me like that. I don't want you to get killed." He blurted out unexpectedly after another moment of silence, and gasped immediately taken by surprise by his own words. "I... i mean. I mean, we have to finish this, right? We need our vengeance." He corrected himself right away, even though he knew, probably as well as Elvina, that his words had more meaning behind them than just this. And he also knew she wasn't dumb, so she most likely read his words for what they actually were. He felt embarrassed.


He fell silent -again- afterwards, trying to avoid the awkward moment he plunged into, and also, struggling to quiet down the thought of Elvina's lips touching his. He knew, anyhow, that this would be impossible, as his curiosity grew, and grew. The carriage continued down the road as the sun smiled upon the way, and the mountains drew closer.
 
His sudden defensiveness caught Elvina off guard, and she grinned to herself while scouring the land before them. Corn brushed against the sides of the carriage, and she pulled herself away from her companion to pluck one from the earth, proceeding to twist the stalk between her fingers, then eventually turned her attention back towards Zael. From above, the sun flickers down on the two from beneath the almost transparent clouds, and she crossed her legs on the seat. Even in this brightness, and the angle of her head while she gazed down at the plant between her fingers, her cheeks stained a rosy red, and the corner of her lips quirked up into a small smile, despite her injury.


"No, that makes perfect sense. I don't want to jeopardise our mission." She reminded him softly, holding up the stalk which she had manipulated into a small plait. "At lease you don't let curiosity get the better of you." She continued, referring to her wandering off at the pond. Then again, she did steal a brief glance at the man, but made sure that it did not linger for too long. "But sometimes, it is interesting to see where such thoughts may lead to." And now Elvina really believed the was breaking some kind of boundary, and expected no less than a confrontational response from the man.


Without thinking (something she tended not to do), Elvina regained her original position and experimentally drew ever so dainty patterns against Zael's hand, her eyes darting over his skin in a close watch for any kind of reaction. Yes, her main and original purpose for this companionship was to strike justice, but now she had a second intention- to encourage Zael to blossom his emotions, and if they were towards her, then potential complications aside, her mind could not seem to find any arguments against such a thing.
 
Curiosity? How could she possibly know that I... He thought in his mind, amazed at first by her apparent capacity of reading his mind. He was sure as hell that she meant that towards the fact that in his mind, the image of her nearly touching her lips with his was playing on an endless loop, driving him mad. No, that cannot be. It surely is not what i think she means. Zael, you are going insane. He berated himself as he returned his attention to her, just in time to catch her last sentence. It was spoken out in a daring fashion, almost... seductive. He was beginning to wonder, for a second, if this was his Elvina and not one of those sirens. The thought made him chuckle to himself at his own paranoia.


Her returning to the position she had taken comfortably against him and even more, playing with her free hand upon his made him even more suspicious, but much more than that, nervous. Of course, his nervousness wouldn't translate in the usual red tint of the cheeks, but a slight smile was, however, displayed. "You are... distracting me." He managed to utter, heroically resisting the urge to just turn his head and make an attempt at kissing her. He simply gave her hand a light squeeze as he continued to watch the road, shooting her small gazes with the corner of his eye as he did so. Without noticing what he was doing, however, he leaned his head towards her and gently nudged hers, out of something that seemed like instinct. Indeed, it seemed that the idea that vektrosians did have feelings but were brainwashed into banning them became truer and truer.


A good few hours passed in silence as the carriage advanced in silence, entering another portion of road surrounded by forest. This forest, however, was much different from the previous. All in all, it seemed to carry a heavy magic within. A deer leaped along through the grass aside the path, seeming scared and curious at the same time about the travellers. Birds were giving life to the atmosphere, as, hidden deep in the thickets of the trees, they chirp and made all sorts of noises. Zael himself could recognize that there were quite a lot of species of birds making the whole atmosphere. Zael turned his gaze to Elvina and set free a genuine smile. The sun was already going down, and this was a lovely evening for the two.


The vektrosian looked around, trying to find a good spot. He decided that it would be best if they stopped and settled for the night. Travelling at night would never and nowhere be safe, he knew. As he was looking ahead on the path, he noticed how it was narrow and it entered into another widely open space. The orange light of the sun reflected off the water of a bright and big lake. He drove the carriage through, and stopped the horses, finding himself gazing at a wide open space. With the lake in the middle, the place looked absolutely stunning, and he decided that was the place they needed.


"Well, let's stop here for the night, shall we? I can only guess you feel hungry." He spoke to Elvina as he gazed towards her, awaiting response.
 
Elvina gazed out at the sublime landscape before her and hopped down from the carriage, and the warmth of Zael's inhumane body temperature. The grass was dry and crisp, which was reassuring, since she knew she had to sleep on it tonight.


"Well, you couldn't have picked a better place. You've got a good eye." She smiled up at the man and made her way to the horses, patting them down while they began to hungrily graze on the food below them. That reminded her, the food the unarmed old lady had given them. Elvina's stomach whined at the thought of it, and it was only until now did she realise how famished she felt. Reaching up for her bag which was placed next to her, she retrieved the package. Inside was a load of bread, still warm from the tight conditions, and she took a well deserved bite. The crust bit into her cut lip, and she winced, but ignored the sensation. Her stomach was currently overriding any kind of pain receptors that hassled her brain.


Meanwhile, Zael stepped down from the carriage with more grace than her hearty plonk gave off, and she beckoned him over.


"Do you still have your healing powers? It's just that it hurts to eat, and I know you helped me before back at the inn.." She began, not wanting to come off as demanding or rude. Surely they were to face far more dangerous perils that a mere cut lip, but that didn't stop it's immediate inconvenience. Her eyes lit up hopefully, but Zael did not seem too convinced. He had been apart from The Heart for nearly a week now, and what power he had left was ebbing from his core. All of a sudden, Elvina could see that it was an unlikely motion he would undertake.


"I'm sorry, it'll heal. I'll keep quiet about it." She reassured swiftly, offering him a smile and then thirst the other half of the bread under his nose. "Eat something. Even if you don't normally, it might help in unexpected ways, if not just to indulge your tastebuds. Turns out that old lady is a skilled cook, too." The girl mused, before looking out at the rippling river. Her first thought shot towards any kind of Siren activity, but her instincts told her otherwise. The atmosphere seemed tranquil and collected, as if it was protected by some good deed that warded off any unwanted spirits of visitors that were not from this realm. She supposed, in a way, that meant Zael was not to be here either. Elvina watched him eye the bread suspiciously, and grinned to herself unashamedly. No, that would mean he was unwanted, which simply wasn't true.


"We should get a fire going soon, don't you think? The sun is setting at a quickening pace. Also, I find them to be rather comforting. Not that this place could be anymore so, but it's always worth a try."
 
For a second, he remained blocked when she had requested of him to heal her lip. Oh, damn it, Elvina, what are you trying to do with me? He questioned her mentally as he tried to calculate the amount of energy he had left. Indeed, he would risk blacking out -again- and it would be quite the trouble afterwards. He had to stay awake and watch over the girl, it was by now a self implemented duty. And now she was inviting him to eat? He didn't quite know what effects that would have upon him, and he wasn't exactly eager to find out. Although, the girl seemed to be enjoying herself as she ate, leading him to believe that indeed, it was excellent. "I'll... just do it later." He answered right before she catapulted a third question his way.


"Yes, a fire, a fire." He responded as he thought of what they would need for it. Wood. There were a lot of trees around them, but, he thought, should they really go as far and ruin them just for the sole purpose of their fire? He couldn't find a logical reason to do so, after all, they had a fur Elvina could cover herself with should she feel cold, but a fire... However, looking upon the ground amongst the trees, he noticed how many branches were fallen off. Dry wood, just sitting there waiting to be picked up. Yes, that was more than enough. With a gaze to Elvina, he departed in a haste, starting to pick up the branches and pieces of wood he found scattered. He kept a careful eye on Elvina, and tried as much as not to get too much distance between himself and her.


Soon enough, he had an armful of branches, and with that, it was time to head back. However, he stopped at a fair distance for a moment, only to gaze in musing, secretly, at the girl he'd known for about what, 3 days now? In the dying sunlight, she looked, in all honesty, kissed by the gods. Was he losing his minds or was he just now acknowledging how flawless this girl was? He shook his head at his own musing, shooing it away before heading back to her, and placing the wood down. In all honesty, Zael has never had the need to make an open fire, but he knew how to. He only hoped that the old lady was inspired enough to place some matches within their bags. With the thought in mind, he placed the wood down and began searching his own back. His hand felt around until it caught a small box. Yes. He thought as he pulled it out, revealing that it was indeed what he hoped it would be.


However, opening the box, he discovered that not only matches resided within it. A small note. Curious, Zael opened it, but he did his best to hide it away from Elvina as he did. A woman's love is like a wildfire. It only takes a spark to make it burst, it read. With a gasp, Zael immediately hid the little note away, hoping Elvina hasn't noticed anything. With a smile, he immediately began placing the wood on a chosen spot, and soon enough, a fire was bursted.


"Well, we have the fire."
 
Zael’s movments were rather frantic, and cause Elvina to consider that he was perhaps trying to distract himself from something. Naturally, it occurred to her that she was in fact the cause of this busy behaviour. When the man disappeared off into the woods, unbeknown to her still in sight, she sighed to herself and sat down, beginning to inspect the gorgeous engravings on her battle axe. First he forbids her from wandering off, then does just that? Elvina shook her head complacently and then lay back on the grass, staring up at the soft moving clouds which glided through the sky, which had taken on the form of a dark and sleepy pink. If he wasn’t going to let her aid him in making the fire, then the least she could do was lie there and look pretty.


Her relaxation was interrupted, by a small burst of orange that sparked from the corner of her eye. Elvina sat up slowly in pleasant surprise, and actually smiled gleefully at Zael who had taken a position just opposite her, with a faint crackling and sparks flying between them. A symbolic gesture? Possibly. The girl tried not to think too far into it. If Zael wouldn’t think it, then neither would she. Yet, was it crossing his mind? Like always, Elvina was unsure what to make of him.


“You don’t have to look after me, you know.” She suddenly vocalised, her tone soft, but strong in meaning. When Zael’s eyes met hers, she brought her knees under her chin and crossed her arms round her legs in an attempt to warm herself. “I know you probably think I’m just some human girl, not much in comparison to that of you, but I can handle myself.” Elvina continued quietly, her fingertip dipping and skimming over the jewels that embedded curves here and there just left of the blade. Not waiting for a response, as Zael looked like he was having trouble digesting her words, she rose and went to the carriage to retrieve the two blankets of fur that they had been given just before departing from Skystead. One was made from wool, and the other some kind of luscious fur that she had never once encountered before. Of course, she chose the latter, and plonked herself down beside the fire, beginning to stare at it in what looked like a trance ignited by sleepiness and general exhaustion from the trip. Ever since Zael had washed up in Exton, she felt an everpresent loom of weariness. Her body would soon adapt, she was sure of it.


Then again, Zael noticed her in a moment of reflection. Her eyes bored a strange sadness that he could not quite define, and her lips remained downturned. Clearly, the girl was foolishly overrun by negative emotions, something he did not care to burden himself with, but it was having a physical effect on the girl. He never did ask what the sirens did to her, simply because he wasn’t sure if she would be willing to tell him. The girl was, after all, terribly stubborn when she wanted to be. And yet, even such prominent traits like that were able to be diminished if beaten down enough. Elvina was silent, and although Zael relished in the peace, he could not help but to feel concerned. To sympathise. This girl was dragging out every repressed instinct he had and unknowingly showing no mercy in the process.
 
"Oh, well... let's just say i like looking after you." He eventually mumbled as he found himself a position near her. Naturally, he needed no blanket, he could do fine without. His eyes cast their gaze straight into the fire, in a meditative silence, Elvina was playing way too much with his mind, already, and it made him feel strange. What exactly was she on about? Thoughts were catching flight like birds, and in his mind, they turned, morphed and eventually dissapeared in an ethereal darkness that represented the beyond. If this situation kept on as it did for now, it was obvious that they would become much more than, well, travelling companions. And the thought, in all honesty, scared him. He knew not what it was all about.


Turning his gaze towards the girl, he now fixed her, as he continued with his process of thought. And for whatever reason, the image of her oh so dangerously close to him, of her lips barely touching his, it tortured him beyond measure. He could only hope he wasn't staring, but for good measure, he couldn't tell whether or not he was. It also seemed Elvina was just as deepened in thought as he was, and it wouldn't be long before, probably, they would both fall asleep with the thoughts chaining them to the burdens of their own crosses. And for yet another unknown reason, he felt the need to comfort her. Even if he couldn't even comfort himself, for all that mattered.


He still felt his insides strange, and it became even weirder by the moment. He was almost sure, now, that he could feel a heart that started beating ever so silent within his chest. Maybe the time spent with a human being was making him emulate their traits? Interesting theory, nonetheless, but quite unlikely. It was way more than that. Then again, he again thought of the vektrosian that embraced human life, and how he allegedly aged. Then, his strange feeling might not be that silly, at all. What if the distance from the Heart was making him slowly turn into flesh? Looking from that perspective, it now all made sense. That might also have been the reason for which vektrosians never left Aldurath for long. They needed to be under the constant supply of the Heart.


The newborn thought made him shift in slight distress as he looked now for anything that could quiet down the anxiety forming within him. The last thing he wanted and needed now was a mortal life and the possibility to die. That was oh, so unwelcome given the circumstances. Taking a gaze yet again at Elvina, he noticed her closed eyes. It would seem that she had fallen asleep, exhausted by the happenings of the day. And again, his gaze ran directly towards her lips, accompanied by the haunting memory. What could eventually stop him now from fulfilling his curiosity? Apparently, nothing. But that wouldn't gain him much now, would it? Only the feeling of guilt. Now, as he was discovering the feelings that Elvina was unearthing within his being, he began fearing them, each one. They were like a torrent.


And again, he felt that exhaustion. He had reasons, today has been quite a strange one. However, the next thing he has done surprised even him, as he simply moved behind the girl, and, laying out the fur on the ground beside her, he lain upon it, placing an arm protectively around her and snuggling her closely into him. He tried to reason to himself that he had only done it for security measures, to keep her safe, but he knew it was one of the biggest lies he could've ever tell. It was far more than that.
 
Despite being deep in a deserving slumber, Elvina's body instinctively shifted and turned round in Zael's now cautious grip. He worried that he had awoken her, yet he was simply being paranoid. The girl lay against his chest with her arms against her own, her hands clasped against the man's armour and her head just under his chin. Elvina felt safer than she had in what seemed like a lifetime.


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A light chirp brought the human girl back to life with a rather unwelcome start. She was ready to pounce on whatever danger was lurking, but found herself entrapped in Zael's grip, who was still encasing her against him. Elvina's face screwed up in confusion, and she stared at the man, along with the robin that had settled on his left shoulder. This was most curious, not to mention comfortable, but she still felt almost proud of him. Of course, an accurate assumption could be made that they didn't fall asleep entwined, so that meant...


Elvina squeaked gleefully.


"How far you've strayed.." She spoke softly to herself, but allowed her weary head to rest back on the fur so their faces were level. It was from there that she got an opportunity to properly examine his features, as any kind of close contact she encountered previously involved near decapitation and a routinely quick escape. This was.. was refreshing an appropriate word? The girl almost giggled to herself triumphantly, but still forced herself to slip from his arms. The road ahead was calling, but she couldn't wake him, not yet.


The river was a short walk, and she lead the horses down so they could drink, and also so she could free her boots from the mud that was encrusted onto the fine leather. It was more for the lady who made them than her, for Elvina never cared for keeping her clothing in a respectable condition, especially if they were to be cast away to newer members of the village. Looking back, she saw her companion had not moved, and she took the opportunity to tidy round the fire. Next to Zael's body lay a small matchbox, and Elvina brought it against her chest to pack it away into the cart. However, her movements were halted when she failed to hear any kind of rattling. Curiously, she slid the small box from it's compartment, and there in it's place lay a tiny piece of parchment.


" A woman's love is like a wildfire. It only takes a spark to make it burst."


Elvina's eyes darted to Zael, ensuring he was still unconscious, or as she liked to call it, recharging, and then implemented the note into her mind. She didn't recall anyone giving them matches. Damn, it could have been anyone. Nevertheless, the girl was adamant it was some kind of hint that she wasn't supposed to know about. That's why, when Zael stirred and eventually rose, she quickly shoved the matchbox behind her back, a wide smile plastered on her face.


"Morning! Are you fully charg- are you fully rested?" She quickly blurted out while the man took rather vicarious steps towards her. In response, he gave her a small nod, which Elvina could only assume was born from embarrassment for his actions the night before. By now, he was standing in front of her, his eyes peering behind her to where her hands clamped over the matchbox. If anyone was going to initiate what everyone they had crossed seemed to be rooting for, it was going to be her.


"I found this." She showed the box to him, and took his hand in hers, placing it in his palm and closing his fingers round the small rectangle. Then, she gazed up at his face and couldn't help but to smile. "I know this is scary for you, but I want you to know that I'm willing to go at a pace that suits you." Elvina's hands touched both his cheeks, and she rose to press her lips to his forehead in a brief and quiet kiss. After a moments silence, she silently brushed past him to gather the horses with stained cheeks and a digested heart.
 
"Wait, wha- what?" He asked, clearly confused. He was by now drowning in a thousand feelings and he couldn't sort them out for anything. He looked at Elvina, then felt around in his palm for the match box, and then again, looked at Elvina. What he assumed was a heart beating in his own chest skipped as she approached him mere seconds ago. As she rose and closed the distance between them the only thought passing through him was that this was the moment the siren has been preparing him for, then as he felt the softness of her lips on his forehead, he remained uncertain whether or not there was more coming. It seemed, for now, the tides were falling quiet. He, however, immediately killed the impulse of approaching her and taking more than he has been given, even though it seemed like a good thing to do. Or was it?


Drowning his thoughts in the activities following, he silently started packing everything, careful and organized as was his usual behavior. The backpacks were soon set in place in the carriage and everything was ready for the departure. He would've sat there so much more, though, that place had an undeniable magic about it, and for a brief second, he couldn't help but think how ideal it would be if he and his, apparently, new found love, could just sit there for eternity, age and, well, die together. The thought made him smile in a sheepish manner before, apparently hurried, he jumped in the carriage. He kinda enjoyed driving it, so he already assumed the task for himself. He watched as Elvina did the same, after she had harnessed the horses to it and prepared everything. With a tug at the reins, he let the animals know they had to move.


The vehicle was moved slowly from place, with a slight squeak of the wooden wheels, as it lazily mobilized. They were going to round the lake and take the road that continued on the other side. Gazing once more at the heavenly landscape, Zael couldn't help but think how much he was going to miss this once they venture into the hostile territories of the north. The winds and snows of the mountains ahead threatened ever so dangerously, and as he sat there, leading the horses on their way, he could feel as a slightly chilled breeze brushed against him and his companion, who seemed awkwardly silent for the moment being. The carriage was now heading down the road, passing through another thicket of trees and green, lush grass before venturing, yet again, out in an open field. From that point, it was already visible how the white engulfed the horizon. They might reach it within the next hour, if not even earlier.


The silence grew eerie as both of them went onwards with their own thoughts. He couldn't know what burdened Elvina's mind, but for himself, he was now reciting words in his native tongue, within his mind. Practice helped him not forget, or so he hoped, noticed with slight fright how a word or two were slipping past him. K'tar, K'eyl, K'hratisk... He counted each word in his mind, in alphabetical order, trying to keep them as clear as possible. A hundred feet before them, a fox ran through, from the fields to their left, and crossed the road, heading swiftly to the right, apparently startled a great deal by the huge wheeled vehicle that was travelling the road. The vektrosian's mind now travelled again at the girl beside him, and, in an apparently reflex movement, he shifted in his seat, and drew closer to her, as close as he could as not to disturb her.


"The cold will be coming soon." He stated out as he wrapped an arm about her, and gently tugged her into him, being surprised by his own courage to do this.
 
Elvina felt rather mortified after his response. Unless she was mistaken, she assumed that Zael had feelings for her, was it so wrong to pursue them? Pride was overriding her mind, and she expected a more positive response from the man, despite his conflicting predispositions on the matter of love. This was not exactly a breeze for her either. She knew any kind of romance between them would be strictly forbidden, punishable by death, and the mere act of pressing her lips to his forehead was a dangerous move.


Back in the carriage, Elvina stared gloomily at the whizzing ground beneath them, her elbow on her knee and her chin resting on her palm. She missed her father, and actually began to envy her frustrating life when she was living in Exton. It seemed marginally easier than what she was going through now. Sometimes the girl craved another normal human to talk to. To not have to explain the most mundane of things to them, as they were socialised in the same way. Then again, her mind knew that if given the choice to swap that for the equally silent man next to her, she wouldn't hesitate to stay with him. Zael's difficulty to understand certain things was oddly charming. She felt safe with him, something she did not feel all too often.


Elvina's trail of thought was brought to a halt by yet another confusing act of intimacy on Zael's behalf. This time, his arm had wound round her, keeping her warm as the two reached the foot of the snowy mountain. The sight was breathtaking, but the girl was being harassed by her own naggling mind.


"Why is it that you react so frantically to a simple kiss and mortify me, yet feel so comfortable doing things such as this not an hour after?" Elvina questioned, gesturing to his firm grip around her. "And last night." A small chuckle caught at the back of her throat. "Zael, we didn't fall asleep like that. I need you to choose where you stand with me at some point." Elvina declared with an uncertain righteousness to her voice. The horses came to a stop at the beginning of the pathway which scarred the side of the mountain, and Zael made no move to encourage them to go forth. Instead, he eyed the girl carefully, who set her gaze back to the road ahead before she did something she forcibly reminded herself Zael would regret.


Perhaps Ascot was right. Perhaps the girl was too complex to be loved in such a way, dooming her to always observe, never experience.
 
"Just let it be as it is." He responded in a dry manner, not exactly feeling like explaining his motives and reasons. The road was now taking high, and he could see how the snow was laying out oh so close to them. Snow, something he has never seen before in his existence, now was just a mere step away. He wondered how it felt, but did not want to jump down from the carriage and find out. He only hoped that the horses were going to be able to go through and won't get stuck, or their hooves won't slip on the way. The road wasn't that hard, but the snow, as he knew, made it hard even if it was straight, let alone ascending. There was only one way to find out. Tugging the reins ever so gently, Zael watched how the horses listened to his command and set out in move, the carriage once again squeaking as it was moblizing, pulled by the sheer force of the animals.


The thing didn't seem that hard, at all, even though they were now going through at least 2 inches of snow on the ground. No slipping, no hardships, a very quiet ascendance on the road as they moved forth. Only the air grew colder, and colder. Zael was now, again, thinking about the girl that he yet hasn't released from his arms. Yes, indeed, his body could not possibly shield her from the cold as good as a fur. The fur blanket. With care, he opened his own backpack and took out the fur, then carefully wrapped it around Elvina's form, again, not aware of the fact that he was treating her more like a child. After all, he was in duty of taking care of her, was he not? With Elvina now secured within the blanket, Zael could, at least, rest assured.


The ascension continued as the road became slightly more abrupt. For hell, nobody has warned them they were going to go that much up the mountain. Or did they? The words "men of the mountains" should have warned enough. A slight wind started up, and soon after, snowflakes became visible in the air. The sky was growing more and more aglomerated with clouds, and the darker it got, the more snowflakes were falling, turning the whole scenarion into a full blown winter day. If this did not stop soon, they would have to halt and seek shelter. The question was, where? Nothing but rocks and slopes were in sight, sight that was becoming more and more clogged due to the increased snowfall. The wind was beating the snow in different directions, turning it into a sort of white storm that was making visibility even harder than it was.


Zael was now fully concentrating on the way, and couldn't help but notice how it seemed to get increasingly worse the more the carriage advanced. As if... as if something was clearly opposing them reaching their destination. No, that couldn't be the work of certain somebodies, or could it? For sure, not. The squeaking of the carriage was barely audible through the sound of the loud wind that created such harsh travelling conditions. The vektrosian now was wondering, where in the world could they even be? For what it was visible, they could be breaking through the gates of Skarvald and they wouldn't know. The cold was intensifying, and now Zael was growing worried about the girl next to him. He, of course, was immune to such as cold, or hot, but she, a frail human being, even shielded by the fur, wasn't she cold? He cast a quick glance at her, and all he could see was a whitened strand of hair evaded from beneath the hood of her dress.


"We might need to find a shelter!" He spoke out loud, as loud for her to hear him. However, along with his speech, another sound was heard, totally alien to the environment, a sound that made the vektrosian perk his hearing and listen closely. A bell. Somewhere, ahead of them, a bell chimed through the snow storm. He set his gaze on the road, curious for good measure about this odd sound, odd given the circumstances it was heard into. From the immense pool of white emerged a figure, a humanoid dressed in all but a black robe. No feature was seen, but the man seemed to be travelling in the exact opposite direction to the carriage, and, as the vehicle passed by, a strange voice echoed from the shadow of his hood.


"Nothing you see is truth. Just mere perspective. Be ready for deceit."


The figure, then, dissapeared in the blizzard, as soon as it appeared, and all of a sudden, the wind began toning down and coming to a silent halt, only the snowfall remaining present. However, the figure was long gone, and Zael now turned his head to Elvina, clearly at a loss of words.


"Did you just... see that?"
 
Zael’s evidently stale tone enclosed itself round Elvina’s internal organs, and squeezed as hard as it possibly could. The girl was frustrated with his Vetroskian predispositions which made things like this so damn difficult. Anyway, she forcibly heaved it aside and parked it in the corner of her brain, which was now frozen solid while snow billowed round them both. A curse, no doubt. They hadn’t exactly made many friends along the way. This didn’t give off any kind of shock value- neither of them were particularly agreeable people at the worst of times, not even towards each other.


The weather was relentless, and harassed the two until her bones freezed over under her numb skin. The fur was gladly accepted, and Elvina huddled it round her as closely as she possibly could. With her head hunched and shoulders turned inwards, she failed to notice the figure that emerged from the icy landscape. Maybe it was a message meant for Zael, and Zael only, but when the hounding ceased, Elvina peered upwards to ensure her safety (although she could never feel too endangered while accompanied by Zael). The coast was clear, and blood hurried back into her fingers. Instinctively, she wanted nothing more than to slip her hand into Zael’s for mere warmth and comfort, but she halted herself in her tracks.


"Did you just... see that?"


Elvina did not realise that she had been gazing longingly at his hands which were gripping onto the reins, but she sheepishly snapped out of it. Instead, her eyes scoured the area in search for what exactly he was referring to. She was met with nothing of suspicion. A few birds chirping here and there, snow beginning to settle onto the ground and trees bustling happily in the cool wind.


“I saw nothing. Such an onslaught can cause your mind to play tricks on you. I think anyone, or anything with a brain can fall victim to that.” She responded as reassuringly as she could. Zael had developed in a humane way, but Elvina doubted whether or not she could ever refer to him as a human. Beckoning from ahead was the beginnings of a small village that looked to be the similar size of Exton. From that deduction, Elvina could assume it hosted nearly 50 people.


“Skarvald village is up there. Men of the North. They’re not the trusting kind of people…”


Zask’s voice trailed off in her mind. If the inhabitants were as wary as they had been warned to be, then they were in for a real treat. Guarding the village were two men, who looked up Elvina as if they had never seen a woman before. In return, she gave them a curt smile.


“We’re here to deliver fish and fur to your village from Skystead.” The men looked to each other, and in a silent agreement, nodded once and went to search the carriage. Having not realised previously, Elvina cursed under her breath and threw off the fur that was shouldering her. Thankfully the carriage passed inspection, and the gates flooded open. The gesture was rather grand, and the internal workings of the place did not disappoint. It looked as though the whole place lived in luxury. No wonder they were delivering such valuable items. Yet to them, Elvina considered, they were mere necessities. She imagined places like this being the back bone of the trade market. Without hubs like Skarvald, places like Exton and Skystead would crumble in it’s wake. Every inhabitant was dressed well, with curled hair and pointed shoes. Enviously, Elvina stared unknowingly at them all, which was received with rather confused frowns. Shaking it off, she refocussed her attention to the road ahead, and the direction the man that let them in was pulling them towards.


As the carriage drew to a halt amongst the peaceful bustle of the town, the girl noticed that there were hardly any grown women in sight, only young girls that glowered at the horses with long hair and bright eyes. The revelation befuddled her, and she didn’t particularly like the way she was being gloated at by passing men. Where on earth were they? No wonder the guard (who had now disappeared to find the retailer who owned what she could only assume to be the fur tradeship) gave her such a wondered look before.


“Don’t get many women folk round here. They work up in the mills. Sorry for staring.” A prim and proper voice spoke from next to her. Snapping her gaze to the source, she was met by a rather young lad, probably the same age as her, who smiled apologetically, and then proceeded to introduce himself with a small kiss to her hand. Her cheeks instinctively rose to a blush, and she acquitted his vague insolence with a quaint smile. Nevertheless, her hand was retrieved from his hastily. It was appreciated, but if Zael’s feelings towards her remained in such a prominence that she believed so, then such things wouldn’t be appropriate. Never mind that, he didn’t have a good track record with keeping his robotic temper under control, not being accustomed to human modesty quite yet.
 
And then is when Zael felt, for the very first time, the sharp dagger of jealousy. It penetrated through his structure, between his metallic ribs, and set its poisoned tip into his core. At first, he felt how his whole body was being lifted in the air by a sheer force. A sensation that compared to no other, a storm that grew violent and threatened to rip his embodiment apart to free itself from his ribcage. He felt a heavy pressure in the back of his head as he set his gaze upon the young lad who was, oh, so curteous towards his companion. But he knew that curteousness was only a facade to hide his true intentions of possible romantic nature. Of possible romantic nature towards your partner, a newfound voice within his mind envenomed his thoughts further. And he could do nothing but agree to it. This human young man was probably already hatching a smart plan of swiping her away. But why would I care? He tried reasoning with himself within his mind. However, the poisonous voice grew again into a thundering response, that slithered like a snake through the cracks of his very thoughts. Because you have feelings for the human girl, and the boy is trying to snatch her away. Look at his eyes, see how they shine at her sight. Look at his smile. You know, as well as I do, what is the right action to take in this situation. Punish him for his insolence. She is already red. She will soon for fall his little, sweet tricks and before you know, she will be leaving with him.





Oh, how the dagger was twisting, so painfully within him, making him feel what he hasn't ever felt. And with every second, the desire to wipe that smile off the boy's face grew. Zael's fist was pumping closed and open several times, almost on its own, as vibration rose within his arm, readying furthermore to deliver a good punch. However, Zael was not stupid, and he knew that, by doing this, he would ruin any chance for the two of them to pass through further than Skarvald. No. He had to contain it, even if it meant letting the boy go without his well deserved punishment. However, an acid remark towards him, oh well, that would have been a nice revenge. "I can see that in your eyes. Last woman you've seen was probably your own mother, or sister, for all i care." He spoke out, attracting the not so welcoming gazes of a few passers by. Something clearly told him he was probably a bit way too bitter, but the sinister, poisoned voice in his mind now all but cheered and congratulated him. After all, he was way superior to this human peasant who was not so badly dressed. He was a demigod.


The young man, hearing such a downright rude comment, immediately took his eyes off Elvina, who now stood watching, in complete amazement at what she had just heard. However, he was only met with a cold gaze from the vektrosian, who was now trying his best to send his message off to the human boy without having to speak another word. Stay the hell away from her. He did not know and did not care for how long he and the young man have been staring at each another, but he knew his opponent had much courage, being on his own territory. And just about the moment when things were slowly going out of control, with the human male opening his mouth to utter a comeback, another voice intervened, setting the scene apart. A low baritone with a strange, rather strange accent about it.


"Ahem. So, you have come to collect the fur, have you?" The voice boomed over the place, making all three sets of eyes instantly set upon the person who spoke. And that is when a light gasp was let out in unison, both from Elvina and Zael. Of course, the human boy was accustomed to the person, so he was not surprised. The man was, well... a giant. In all meanings of the word, he was a giant. His height was something that the vektrosian could not even wrap his mind about. Was it 8 feet? Or 9? The man looked nothing like either of the two has seen before, and he was a complete distinctive spot in all that crowd of fancy, spoiled humans. His body, which was of a strong building, almost as if he was carved out of stone, was dressed completely in fur, an obvious denoting of his trade. On the visible portions of skin, the man bore tattoos with unknown and strange significance, which Zael began analyzing with sheer curiosity. Yet the strangest thing about this... man, was his face.


Strong features, hidden beneath a long, thick beard, and upon his head, he wore the skin of a white wolf's head, making him look legitimately like a warrior of some barbarian tribe. How did this man even fit within the standards of what Zael and Elvina assumed was an exclusivist society? It was way, way more than strange, but anyhow, they weren't there to judge upon this now, were they? The man awaited for them to snap out of the awe, and as they did, they didn't even notice how the young man has gone out of sight, probably realising he was more than unneeded at that point. Of course, Zael's poisoned mental voice replied, he is going to make a return and try to snatch Elvina, so be on your guard. "Follow me, then." The giant man spoke, before turning around and heading back towards where he came from, having the two strangers follow as if reeled by him. Small as it was, set between the walls of stone of the giant pass, Skarvald was quite a luxurious village. Of course, it was because these men held the trading route, and they could and did charge anyone that passed through. Very good strategy.


In all the luxury, the fur shop was, well, as raw looking as the one who was running it. The building's door has been removed and the wall was also modified so that the giant man could fit through. The inside was adorned in furs hanged nicely on the walls and different hunting trophies. A moose head, a bear head. Zael was slightly awestruck by it all, and he couldn't help but wonder if the trophies were the man's personal achievements. It wouldn't have been unlikely, thinking of how big he was and how wild he looked. The man, finally stopping before a large pile of packed furs, turned around to the two, and spoke with the same accent that made Zael think he was clearly not a native to Skarvald. "These are your furs, 30 pieces. I'll send a man with them back to Skystead, if you help me with one matter. You look to me like adventurers."


Adventurers? Well, indeed, they had weapons and were all set up, but they were no adventurers. Maybe they were. Anyhow, this indeed sounded intriguing, and with a nod of his head, Zael signaled to the man to continue with his request. " My name is Tharok. I am the son of Kharan. When my father died, me and my other six brothers received the statute of chieftain, each over our own tribe. We were once a powerful people, the kind of Hamarr. However, the tensions between us decimated our number. After our father died, things have gone, well, good enough for a while. Then, one day, one of my brothers, Grimund, was affected by... something. I don't know what it was, but it soon spread across his people, and soon enough, he waged war against the rest of us."


Tharok paused, all while Zael and Elvina were eyeing him with curiosity. "My tribe was the only to keep the tradition of Battle Maidens. Our Battle Maidens took pride in not bedding any man. Grimund's people marched, one night, into our territory, and took away our Battle Maidens. And what they did to them..." He trailed off, a clear sadness readable in his tone. "The few that return were demoralized, and destroyed. Soon, our village has been raided and we've been driven away. I do not know what remained of my people, but i retreated here. Will you help me?"
 
Ready and willing to snap back at Zael for his unwelcome remark, the girl hoisted herself up and turned to him in her seat with a righteous expression. “That’s rich coming from you.” Was her first thought, but she sealed her lips tightly and threw away the key. They were already gathering more than enough unwanted glares from the locals, and attention was not what they needed, especially attention which derived from a man who can’t keep his mouth shut when it’s most needed.


"Ahem. So, you have come to collect the fur, have you?"


“Yes!” Elvina squeaked in a pathetic response, completely stunned by the sheer size of the.. was man the correct word.. giant that stood before them. As soon as his voice boomed through the air, the man who had taken a liking to her had cleared off like his life depended on it. Having noticed his, she scoffed to herself. An interest in such a weak willed man like him is wasted, and frankly not worth her precious time. Upon entering the shop, the girl stole a moment to look behind her at where exactly he had disappeared to. If he eyes did not deceive her, she located him cowering behind a carriage opposite the fur shop. All of a sudden, the battleaxe rested heavily against her back. Temptation to use it was overriding. But then again, a secondary temptation flooded over her mind. Turning her attention back to her companion, and in spite of previous notions of kicking him directly in his annoyingly well sculpted face, she pressed her palm to his, and engulfed his fingers with hers, even going so far as to lean against his armoured shoulder while the giant introduced himself as Thorak, and proposed his request to them.


After hearing it, she felt immediately sceptical. It was a worthy quest, of course, but unfortunately their reasoning for being here was to pass through without distraction and reach their original goal that drove them to get this far. If she was to go through with this, she would need a damn good cause.


“What do you want us to do?” Elvina asked with more of a raised tone than necessary, partly because she wasn’t sure how on earth he heard from so high up (although both her and Zael were nearing 6’), and to establish an essence of dominance before him. If this village wasn’t used to female company, then she figured she’d have to work twice as hard to be heard, although she was accustomed to that from the moment she had learnt to speak.


“Just west from here lies the tattered remains of my home. I haven’t been back since I was driven out by Grimund and his army. It was a humiliating experience, and as you can see, no one here would be willing to aid me.” He wasn’t wrong. Everyone Elvina had even passed a glance at seemed to be a coward to the core. It was something that she now had not time for. “I need to know how it has changed. If there’s any hope of me rebuilding what once was.” Elvina’s heart was rendered obsolete when he fell quiet, and she broke away from Zael in order to move closer to him. Socialising seemed to bear well with her in comparison to Zael, and Elvina tried to utilise it whenever she could. Thorak’s desperation was heartbreakingly distinctive.


“And what will you do? Will you come with us?” She asked softly, yet with an undeniable inquisitiveness. The girl posed a fair question, and felt as though she could empathise to an extent. She was not about to tell him that, though. Such information was classified between herself and Zael only. It was a mututal trust that she had not found to be worthy in anyone else.
 
Hearing the girl's question, the giant's eyes firstly sparked alive before the glow died, stolen away by a sudden sadness. "I would, small one, oh, i would. But my hammer, Hjalgar, lies broken in the corner there..." The man motioned with his head towards his left rear side, making both pair of eyes shift their gaze towards the target. The hammer looked, in all honesty, impressive. On its head, Elvina and Zael as well, could read strange runes of unknown provenience. Perhaps, this man's native language. However, at about halfway its length, the thick handle of the weapon was broken, and the weapon looked all but drained of its full glory. "This hammer is a gift from my father. It has been passed down in my line for generation, and it has been enchanted by a runemaster of old. It has the power of calling down the strongest storms the North has ever seen. Or, well, it had. Now it's nothing but a sad wreck."


Zael's eyes narrowed with curiosity as he tried, from a distance, to analyze the hammer further. Something about it sounded... familiar. As Tharok continued on the history of his kin, Zael, unable to contain the curiosity that arose in him at the sight of the weapon, took a few steps towards it. The runes. It looked like the inscriptions in the ancient Vektrosian tombs. Yes, indeed, he now remembered how, as a curious child, he explored the tombs with due attention and noted every single detail he has found within his mind. Those runes were oh, so familiar. As if drawn by an unearthly magic spell, the man took slow steps, until, unaware, he lowered himself down to the level of the hammer. Fingertips grazed along the metal of the hammer head as he followed the patterns of the runes. Something inside him stirred and all of a sudden...


The strange writing upon the hammer suddenly lit up a light blue, as the three, Zael, Elvina and Tharok all but watched in amazement. "The- the runes! They are vektrosian writing!" Zael blurted out uncontrollably, now recalling the whole story. The first vektrosians dispatched an expedition of the bravest and most curious of them, who set out into the world to explore it whole. The expedition, unfortunately, never returned, and when the second one was sent out, it was assumed that the first have been destroyed by humans, primitive beings that barely had any language of their own, at all. Yes, now it was clear. Hjalgar slowly lost its glow as Zael stood up, turning to the two as he displayed a satisfied smile. "I can fix this hammer. All i need is a forge. Got any blacksmith in town?"


Tharok gazed at Zael in disbelief, probably the same disbelief that was read upon Elvina's face. The vektrosian, was, however, dead serious, and determined, he turned around and picked up the broken weapon. Tharok quickly snapped out of the phase and nodded, before leading the two small, in comparison with him, beings, out in the streets again. And again, the same gazes falling upon them, coming from different people, as they made their way to another part of the town. As they approached the blacksmith workshop, the familiar hammering sounds were heard right away. Upon entrance, the trio was met with an elder man, another massive brute just like the blind blacksmith back in Skystead. "Ye, wot do ye want, Tharok? I told ya i can't fix that hammer, my forge doesn't have enough heat for the alloy it's made of." The man spoke with an almost annoyed tone, making Elvina grit her teeth at his unwelcoming demeanor.


"I need your forge. I can fix his hammer." Zael uttered, taking a stand before the man who gazed down upon him just like mostly everyone in that town did. With a mocking laughter, the man almost shoved the vektrosian back with a hand. "Hah! Don't make me laugh, look at you, all but a pansy little thing. What ye gon' do, tape it together?" Now that was rude, Zael thought as he yet kept his nerves under control. It seemed that the situation was rising tensed as Zael all but stood before the man, decided not to move until the latter would agree to leaving him to the forge. A huge hand landed, however, upon the man's shoulder, instantly making his whole body tense up as Tharok gazed down upon him. "I think you should probably let the little being try, for your own sake." The giant man spoke, in not so much a threatening manner, yet succeeding to make the blacksmith cower back. However, the elder man tried as much to hide his fearful retreat under the guise of whatever else. "Eh, alright, i guess he can use the forge. Just don't ruin it."


Zael smiled satisfied as the old blacksmith made his way out, set to go to the nearest inn and have a drink. The vektrosian moved and placed the hammer pieces upon the huge anvil, now thinking through the way he will be reforging the weapon. Casting a glance down upon the broken pieces, he again went through reading the inscription upon the hammer head. In total silence, he proceeded to catching the structure within one of his hands, Of course fire was not going to melt it down. It was not even intended to be melt down to be placed back together. All it needed was a complete different thing.


The vektrosian stood there for a good minute, under the attentive gaze of the two, Elvina and Tharok. His eyes closed as the runes upon the hammer began shimmering again, in the purest nuance of light blue. Oddly enough, the fine shining lines began now ascending upon the vektrosian's hands, drawing strange patterns as he was slowly engulfed by a warm energy. Within the minute, his whole skin was glowing, adorned with the strange patterns deriving from the ones of the hammer. Tharok was awestruck and remained silent throughout the whole process, having had seen nothing like it ever before. A strange strand of energy in the shape of a hammer of light emerged from the whole process, and with heavy hits, struck at the gap between the hammer parts.


The glow began dying down with each and every strike the light hammer delivered, until the scenery came back to normal, revealing a fully repaired Hjalgar, ready to be wielded back into battle and glory. Zael felt how the warmth within him diminished and for a second, thought himself on the brink of falling apart, before regaining control over his functions. With weakened hands, he picked up the repaired hammer, and turning to Tharok, he placed it within the giant's hands, who was now mute with amazement at what he has just seen. In the door of the shop, the old blacksmith stood, with a fixed disbelief and amazement in his being that could be read.
 
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