Dhan flew away from the castle at high speed, stopping only
once he was at a sizeable clearing rather deep in the forest. Dhati flew up with a deer and deposited
it. She then flew off to hunt for
herself and her mate, while Wufei and Meiran built a small fire and roasted
some of the meat from the first deer.
“Where to now?” Meiran asked sourly, glaring at Wufei.
“To Lunos,” Wufei said.
“Don’t look so sour. It’s for
the best. I discussed this with Heero
and Trowa and--”
“And WHAT?!” she all but shouted. “If you and animal-boy and the king of this ACCURSED country were
discussing some potentially IMPORTANT PLANS why weren’t Duo, Quatre and I
included?”
“Well…” Wufei started.
He swallowed, bit into a piece of deer meat, and thought. Even all his book smarts couldn’t save him
here.
“Just as I thought, you have no good excuse,” Meiran said
savagely. She glared at him fiercely,
her black eyes sparkling in the firelight.
“Next time, if there IS a next time, be sure that I’m on this council.”
With that, she tore into a piece of meat, and the clearing
fell into an uneasy silence.
-~-
Quatre held rapid conversations with the trees, waking a
few from their winter sleep. Buds began
to sprout, and he quickly staunched this—he didn’t want innocent plants to
suffer on his account. He listened to
their words and soon they reached a clearing, and just as Trowa climbed off of
Trick, he collapsed.
“Trowa?!” Quatre said, alarmed. He hopped down, both Legend and Trick coming to look at their
riders anxiously. The cause of Trowa’s
collapse was quite obvious—two arrows stuck completely through the calf muscle
in his lower left leg.
Quatre looked at the arrows carefully—they had barbed
arrowheads, but they’d gone through the leg.
However, that meant that the muscle was probably torn and might never
heal properly. Quatre shook with
suppressed fear—what if his friend was never able to truly walk again? It was an awful prospect.
“Trowa…I’ve got to take these out,” he told his
friend. Trowa managed a nod, and Quatre
built a fire, mixing herbs and water together and then forcing the potion down
Trowa’s throat. The other boy was
quickly asleep.
Quatre quickly cut the arrowheads and fletching away from
the shafts of the arrows with his knife, then talked to the wooden shafts quietly. They obliged him quite willingly—almost
cheerfully—and all but flew out of Trowa’s leg into the blonde boy’s hand. Quatre immediately threw them away.
One task remained, the worst. He pulled away up the cloth of Trowa’s pants and examined the leg—the
flesh was torn, but it appeared that the arrow had gone through in such a way
that it hadn’t caused as much damage as it could have. For that, Quatre would be eternally
grateful. He quickly pulled some
supplies out of Legend’s saddlebags and placed four patches of thinly woven
stalks, thick with healing herbs, out of his supplies. He gently laid one over each of the four
wounds in Trowa’s leg and layered fresh, slightly wet healing herbs over them. He finished with a bandage made of cloth
woven from various plant fibers and infused with magic that he only had to call
upon to activate. The last healing
barrier was set, and he quickly cleared away the worst of the snow from the
area around the fire as he built it up and began rummaging for things to
eat. All he had was a few strips of
preserved meat, some thick grain to be made into porridge, and a selection of
dried fruits and vegetables. Trail
rations. Heero had all the fish they’d
gotten at Crosswaters, and they’d eaten all they’d gotten from Pine Ring the
night before they’d arrived at Nangana, expecting a more pleasant reception
there than had been received..
Sighing, the naturemage mixed some dried fruit into the
porridge grain with a bit of the water from their waterskins, hoping for a thick,
body warming porridge if nothing else.
Later, Trowa awoke, to the smell of cooking porridge and a
throbbing pain in his leg. He sat up
halfway and looked at Quatre.
“Quatre?” he asked.
The blonde boy pressed a bowl of porridge into Trowa’s
hands and looked at him.
“Eat that, please,” he said.
Trowa shrugged and began eating the porridge. It wasn’t the best, but it definitely could
have been worse.
“We don’t have much food, Trowa,” Quatre said quietly.
Trowa’s eyes unfocused for a moment, then they refocused
and he smiled slightly.
“Don’t worry about it, everything’s been taken care of,”
Trowa assured him, tucking away at the porridge again.
Quatre looked at the beastmage curiously, then sighed,
suspecting he’d find out soon enough.
“It’s getting dark, we’d better get some sleep. Are you done with that porridge yet?” he
asked.
“Yes,” Trowa said, finishing the last bite and settling
down as Quatre pulled the blankets about them.
They were thin—meant only for emergencies—but the fire and their own
body heat would pick up some of the slack.
-~-
Duo stood on the other side of the clearing from his
friend, rearranging items in their saddlebags.
He sighed, slightly worried; even though Heero had said he wasn’t going
to give up, the boy didn’t look good.
Duo loaded more of Heero’s pain into his own body and felt his shoulder
throb despite the lack of a wound. Just
then the thief got a rude shock.
-Silly little wing-human,- a masculine voice snapped right
into his mind, -you’re not doing yourself any good.-
At that, most of his pain evaporated. Shocked, Duo said the only thing that would
apply.
“Shadow?”
-That would be me, but please be more quiet. You don’t want to wake his royal highness
over there, after all,- the black winged one said teasingly.
“Why…how are you talking to me?” Duo managed.
-Your need is what spurred our wings to come out, and
talking to you is a needful thing as well,- Shadow explained.
“Oh,” Duo managed.
-Don’t look so beaten, wing-human,- Shadow said.
-Friend of my wing-human!
I think he’s waking up!- A feminine voice said in his mind.
Duo shook his head—it could only be Tsubasa—and walked over
to where Heero was. Sure enough, the
king was waking.
“Heero—I have the most incredible thing to tell you…” Duo
began.
-~-
Wufei managed to apologize to Meiran enough later on and
the two ‘bounds hopped onto their dragons once they’d eaten.
“Dhan, head towards Lunos,” Wufei told his dragon.
-No, there is unfinished business, you will see,- his
dragon said, then flew back towards Nangana.
Dhati followed.
The two dragons arrived shortly and their ‘bounds saw that
the silver and sapphire banners bearing a cougar of the royal family of Marenia
had been replaced with ones of red and gold with a jackal and three coiled
cobras. That was the crest of the
imperials of Zarisnia. Worse than the
banners were the creatures patrolling the area and perched on the towers; they
were the gryphons. Huge, though not as
big as the dragons by any means, their feathered eagle forequarters both contrasted
and harmonized with their furred lion hindquarters. The humans on their backs wore strange armor; the stuff was extra
strong and the joints were made of soft but impenetrable leather. Perfect for dancing, and that was how the
gryphondancers cast their spells.
Fortunately, dragonclaws could pierce that armor, so Dhan
and Dhati set to work.
They cast invisibility spells, then went downward through
the clouds and picked off the ‘dancers one by one, their claws crushing the
chests of the poor humans. As their
humans died, the gryphons emitted a loud eagle shriek that faded to the low,
defeated rumble of a lion. Then they
collapsed, falling and cracking open upon and in the towers and courtyards of
the castle. Dhan and Dhati left the
bodies of the ‘dancers themselves in a pile in the middle of the courtyard as a
warning and an offering, as well as a small statuette of a dragon in flight,
carved of obsidian and flat red stone.
As they were flying away, Wufei frowned. Dhan quickly asked what was wrong.
“They were weak. It
was an unsatisfactory battle,” Wufei supplied.
Dhan shook his head and flew onward, ignoring his ‘bound’s
words.
-~-
The next morning, Quatre awoke to find two wolves sitting
in the clearing, gazing at him over the body of a medium-sized stag. He sat up the rest of the way and the wolves
glanced at Trowa, then at him.
“Hello,” he said quietly.
“Is this for us?” he asked, indicating the deer.
The wolves looked at each other, then nodded at him in a
very un-wolf like way.
“I can’t thank you enough,” Quatre said sincerely, quite
used to the odd behavior of animals, especially when around Trowa.
The two wolves smiled as best they could and wagged their
tails. When Quatre skinned and gutted
the deer—a duty he didn’t particularly like, but had to do, for Trowa’s sake—he
gave both of them some of the meat, which they accepted gratefully.
Trowa woke up shortly after Quatre finished the final parts
of cutting up the deer and saw the wolves, then smiled. They all but leapt across the clearing and
sat on either side of Trowa, shoving their noses into his hands and wagging
their tails like family dogs instead of the skilled hunters they were. Trowa laughed.
“Quatre, this is Toki,” he said, laying his hand on the
head of one of the wolves, who had a white-dipped muzzle and four white paws,
“and this is Meko,” he said, indicating the other wolf, who was average in
coloration everywhere but his slender muzzle, which was pure black.
“I’m pleased to meet you both,” Quatre said.
They wagged their tails in reply.
“They’re going to be traveling with us when we leave. And so is she,” Trowa said, jerking his head
towards the tree behind him.
Confused, Quatre looked up into the branches of the
tree—and saw yellow-green eyes looking back at him, from a feline face, with a
grayish-tan body to match.
“Her name is Ni’hat’cha,” Trowa explained.
The cougar leapt down out of the tree and walked into the
clearing. Quatre politely offered her a
bit of deer meat and she took it solemnly.
“Pleased to meet you, Ni’hat’cha,” Quatre said formally.
“She says to call her Ni,” Trowa put in quickly.
Ni purred.
Quatre settled in to cook after a last glance at the
cougar, and the three predatory animals settled in like dogs and a cat as he
did so.
-~-
That same morning, Heero awoke to find Duo—and
Shadow—gone. Only Tsubasa remained and
she nudged him gently with her nose until he struggled into a sitting position
and managed to loop his good arm over her neck.
-Little winged one,- she said kindly, -you need so much
care.-
Trying hard to comprehend the fact that his horse was
talking to him, Heero finally managed to talk back. “Where’s Duo? And
Shadow?” he asked.
-They went hunting,- Tsubasa told him. She neighed out a laugh that sounded like
the fine chiming of tiny bells and stood, forcing him to stand as well. Feeling a bit energized by his winged one’s
infectiously kind nature, he tried to move his bad arm. It was stiff, and hurt abominably when he
tried to flex it. Tsubasa drained away
the pain and chided him for moving it, so he decided not to try it again.
Soon, Duo returned with a couple of squirrels and Heero’s
bow. He sheepishly put the bow back,
then turned to the king.
“I hope you don’t mind my using your bow, but I figured at
least if I did, and you killed me, I’d have at least gotten to use the great
bow of King Heero!” Duo said, in a mock-praising tone.
Heero scowled, then smirked. “Quiet, you,” he told Duo.
“Ouch, I’m stung,” Duo said, then sat down to skin the
squirrels.
-~-
The next morning, the dragons halted in midair to tell
their ‘bounds that they’d found transportation spells that could easily take
them back to the Dragon Provinces to restock.
Since the ‘bounds were getting ready for war, they agreed, and the
dragons flew upwards into the clouds, spiraling around and around and
teleporting as they did so.
Soon, the ‘bounds were standing in the courtyard of one of
the dragon-castles in the Dragon Provinces, near Canai. Contrary to popular and untrue belief,
dragonbounds weren’t all born in the Dragon Provinces; in fact many came from
other countries, it was just that nobody realized it. Wufei and Meiran both came from Canai. Therefore, the armories stocked weapons from many countries, not
just one. All the better—that way all
the ‘bounds had a nice selection of weaponry.
First stop was in their rooms, where they exchanged the
silk ceremonial gear for hardier, more protective clothing made of plant fiber
cloth and animal skins, in both light and dark colors. Extra sets of clothing went into their
packs. They kept their Canai blades and
picked up Marenian-style recurved bows and quivers of magicked arrows, as well
as a long Marenian lance and a Sword Islander pike each. Then they went outside to see about their
dragon partners.
Walker, another ‘bound, one who had a brown dragon as a
partner, was overseeing the sharpening of their claws and fangs. The crew was just finishing up as Wufei and
Meiran walked out and Walker saluted them as they swung onto the backs of their
dragons and spiraled upwards into the sky.
-~-
Later that afternoon, Toki went off to find some smaller
animals for his own dinner, and Meko’s.
Meanwhile, Quatre sat down to talk to Trowa.
“Trowa, I had an idea.
Could you possibly shift into some small animal? Then I could carry you, since it’d be
awkward for you to ride with your leg injured, and we could get going. I don’t like the way nature is feeling right
now—it’s upset, and the sooner we get back on the road the better,” Quatre
said.
“Sounds like a good idea.
However, we need tack for the horses, and we aren’t going to find any
here. Unless you can make blankets out
of that cloth we were taking to trade with,” Trowa said, “and besides that, we
need to wait for Toki.”
“I wouldn’t dream of leaving without him,” Quatre assured
his friend, walking over to get the cloth out of the saddlebags. Once he had it, he concentrated and
reawakened the dead plant fibers, making them grow and shift. Soon, he had two very serviceable thick
blankets with loops to tie on the saddlebags, and two tough, braided
bridles. Trowa nodded in approval.
Toki soon returned with three squirrels, one each for
himself, Meko, and Ni. The other two
animals ate theirs quickly and the mages settled down to try and find something
for Trowa to shift into.
“How about a wildcat?” Quatre suggested. “That way, if you had to, you could defend
yourself, and if asked, I can just say that you’re my familiar.”
“Sounds like a good idea,” Trowa said, and started to shift
as Quatre broke camp.
The naturemage’s special clothing flickered and rippled
outwards into fur, covering the boy’s body in clothes made of wildcat fur. Then, without warning, they slapped tight to
his body and he shrank quickly, his skull reforming and his knees changing
direction with a series of sickening pops.
Bone shifted, a tail sprouted, and before long, Trowa was a wildcat.
With that, his bandage fell off, and he hissed at the
wolves.
Quatre sighed and walked over to the cat. He retied Trowa’s bandage carefully.
“I don’t suppose you can talk to me, can you?” Quatre
asked.
Trowa shook his head slightly.
Quatre tied the last few packs to Trick and Legend’s
‘saddles’, then swung up onto Legend’s back, carrying Trowa across his
shoulders and shifting him down into his lap after.
With that, he set off, leading Trick, with Toki and Meko
pacing through the underbrush and Ni leaping through trees, sending showers of
snow cascading to the ground.
-~-
Heero and Duo waited all of that day and half of the next
before setting out. The perches they
had on their winged one’s backs were precarious at best, but they managed due
to the unconscious bond they had with their animals. They used vines for bridles and held the saddlebags over their
own shoulders.
-Little winged human,- Heero heard Shadow calling in his
mind, -my human wishes to know how you’re doing.-
Heero scowled.
–Tell him I’m doing fine and not to worry so much,- he said back to the
winged one.
In a second, he saw Shadow swooping towards Tsubasa. He unconsciously pulled her to one side but
the winged ones settled into a matched flight, just far enough apart that their
wings wouldn’t foul the others flight.
“It’s easy to do!” Duo shouted.
“What?” Heero shouted back.
“Worry about you so much!
You’re impossible to take care of!” Duo shouted back, jokingly.
“You’ll pay for that!” Heero shouted back in the same
teasing tone and guided Tsubasa to follow Shadow as closely as she could. Woefully, it seemed that Duo was using a
teasing bit of windmage power to further his horse’s flight, which Heero
couldn’t do.
With a sigh, the king settled down to follow his friend as
best he could.
-~-
Before long, Wufei and
Meiran had arrived at Port Lunos and examined the port town from above as they
hovered on their dragons.
The portmaster lived in the castle of the baron that
watched over the lands in the human’s stead.
The castle itself was perched back from the coast and fortified heavily
against pirate and raider attacks. The
high port wall had defenses as well, though it didn’t stretch all the way—it
was more of a first-glance precaution.
The houses here, as well, were made of stone, probably
because of the fierce storms—rather than the more modern houses in the capital
made of wood and other materials.
Then again, Wufei mused, Maren City’s worst storms were
considered light storms here.
The center of the town was a mysteriously green group of
trees with a tunnel made of the green boughs leading back through the town and
to the forest. That was the castle of
the unicorns, called the Tree Circle by their kind. The unicorns themselves hovered about it, some walking up and
down the streets of the port town itself, going into shops just like
humans. The shops here were tall to
accommodate them, for they were just as intelligent as humans and this was
really their land, and they allowed humans to live on it by a long standing
agreement and a mutually beneficial alliance.
The unicorns themselves were three or four hands higher
than normal horses—even taller than the winged ones—and their coats varied with
the same base. Pure white hair, with an
oversheen of silver, which was most common, or gold or bronze. A few had oversheens of gem colors, bright
sapphire and emerald and ruby, and at least one or two had the dim oversheen of
obsidian.
The most fascinating and magnificent thing about them,
however, was their horns—a long horn, the curls and patterns of which varied
from unicorn to unicorn, as much as a human’s face varies. Different colors, strips of gem and precious
metals, were sometimes used to ornament, but oftentimes the horns were streaked
with color from birth, so no decoration was necessary.
After examining the unicorns and the town for a while, the
two dragons landed outside the city, satisfied, and their ‘bounds walked into
it and to the inn to procure a room, and to wait for the others to arrive.
-~-
Trowa and Quatre,
however, were making tedious progress through the woods. Legend had plenty of grain to eat, but the
somewhat dampened spirits of his owner and the beastmage were sinking into his
own emotions and the golden horse’s feet fell in plodding movements, rather
than the sharp, crisp ones they had upon starting out. The wolves and Ni tried to keep the boys
cheerful, with only limited success.
Toki had taken to hanging around Quatre. It seemed that the wolf liked the naturemage.
Soon, however, respite came in view—a tower top above the
trees. Hoping that the inhabitants were
friendly, Quatre rode closer—and saw, with dismay, that the tower was
decrepit. He was so discouraged by the
crumbling stone that he missed the beautifully carved images in it, of kings
with wings and winged horses and dragons rampant, of cougars leaping from
shields, all ornamented with chipped overlay of precious metal.
However, something occurred—a girl stepped out of the front
door of the tower. To see someone so
young stepping from something so ancient came as a rather large shock.
“Hello,” she called to them. Quatre looked closer—she had bright blonde hair, braided into two
braids, and blue-green eyes nearly the same shade as his own. She was younger than he—he could tell that
much, but not her age. She wore a long
dress, in a curiously ancient style, with intricate embroidery on the sleeves
and the panels of the skirt of cougars and dragons and knights on horses. It was a dress with a story behind it.
“Hello!” Quatre said back, riding closer. Even Legend seemed a bit cheerier. “I’m afraid we’ve lost our way. I’m Quatre and this is my familiar, Cat,” he
said, indicating Trowa.
What the girl said next nearly knocked him over. It was totally unexpected.
“You’re lying,” she said, quite calmly.
“I…I beg your pardon?” he said. Trowa dug claws into the leather of his vest and he risked a
glimpse at the mage. The other boy
looked up at him with his green feline wildcat eyes, almost as good as talking.
“I can’t tell the Truth of the matter,” the girl began
again. Quatre looked up at her. “But you are lying. That’s all I can tell, because you’re being
UnTruthful, that’s all the Tower can tell me.
It’s getting old,” she said, smiling ruefully.
Quatre’s eyes widened as he realized the situation. He’d heard the tales—every child in Marenia
had.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t realize this was the Tower of Truth,”
he said apologetically. The Tower of
Truth was an ancient tower, said to be left over from a war between the gods of
light and the gods of shadow. Whatever
the matter, it was rumored to possess powers of magic that specialized in
truth, as had just been proven. None of
this had been confirmed, for the tower had never been found—until now.
“It’s all right, were you lying to protect something?” the
girl asked. “By the way, my name is
Sylvia—I’m the current Speaker of the Tower.”
“Yes, to protect him,” Quatre indicated Trowa. The mage-turned-cat sat up and looked at
Sylvia as best his leg would allow.
“Oh!” Sylvia said, eyes widening. “Won’t you come inside?”
“Certainly,” Quatre
replied to be polite.
“The wolves and cougar are welcome inside, but it would be
rather kind of you to leave your horses outside—for now. I won’t let them stay outside too long,” she
said.
“That’s fine,” Quatre assured her, and led the two horses
over to the entryway. He looped
Legend’s reins onto a protruding spike of broken stone and hopped down, carrying
Trowa carefully. He followed Sylvia
into the tower, and Meko, Toki and Ni in turn followed him.
“Here,” Sylvia said, leading them into a library that
filled most of the first floor. None of
the outside walls were broken here—but Quatre hadn’t seen any signs of
damage. Perhaps it was all rubble from
the top of the tower, or was an illusion.
In any case, the library was rich, filled with books, and a warm fire
was burning in the huge fireplace.
Quatre puzzled at this, for he hadn’t seen any smoke, but decided not to
harp and pick at things. It was most
likely mage-controlled.
“Have a seat,” Sylvia offered graciously, and sank into a
large stuffed chair herself. Quatre sat
on a sofa and put Trowa down next to him.
Taking the hint, Trowa shifted back to his normal form quickly, the
bandage tugging uncomfortably on his leg until Quatre ordered for it to fall
off.
Sylvia’s eyes opened wide in shock and she walked
over. “Why? And how?”
“I’m a beastmage,” Trowa offered. “And it was because I was injured, it’d be easier to carry me,
and we were afraid of pursuit.”
“Injured? Where?”
Sylvia said.
Trowa gingerly peeled away the leg of his pants, revealing
the wound. Sylvia gasped, then knelt,
holding her hands on either side of Trowa’s leg and casting magic in a wash of
pale pink light.
Ah, so she’s a healer, Quatre thought.
Within seconds, Trowa’s leg was whole once again. Sylvia stood.
“Now, it’s going to be sort of sore for a while…and pretty
tender, so I wouldn’t go running any races!” she said jokingly.
“Thank you,” Trowa said.
“No problem,” she said.
“So, down to business. Who was
pursuing you?”
“Well, we don’t know if she was or not, but we were afraid
of it,” Quatre said. Realizing that
that statement didn’t answer the girl’s question, he went on. “We went to Fief Nangana, us and four
others, and we were attacked by archers from within the fief itself. It was probably the Lady’s doing, but we
shouldn’t be making assumptions,” he finished.
Sylvia frowned. “Well,
I can reprovision you, and give you best wishes on finding the other four and
finding out the Truth of the matter.
That and lodging, for as long as you need it.”
“That would be wonderful,” Quatre said happily.
“Just for one night,” Trowa said flatly. “And we could use a good map. We need to get to Port Lunos.”
“A map? That’s easy
enough!” Sylvia said. “Let’s go get the
horses inside before it gets really cold, then we’ll work out everything else…”
With that, the three trailed through the tower, getting
ready for the approaching night.