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Chapter 20- Please don't sue, Scooby-Doo.
"I apologize deeply for this insult, Princess," the elder Lendril bowed in supplication. "Is there anything we can do to apologize? Anything at all?"

Celeste kept a hand on Ada's shoulder; she had recovered from the physical harm of rejecting the poison, but Celeste knew well that scars ran deeper than mere flesh. "I will need to do a thorough investigation. I hope you'll cooperate."

The younger Lendril almost stepped forward, before he remembered himself. "Certainly, you can't be implying we had something to do with these events?"

"Of course not." As amusing as this distraction was, Arakash decided it was to his advantage to get involved, if only as a means to edge out the daeva out as an adviser. "No sane being would attempt this sort of an assassination in front of a daeva, which proves the guilty party didn't know there was a daeva involved. You'd know you'd get caught, which would ruin your house and end with your executions."

"You have an excellent grasp of our situation," elder Lendril said. In spite, or perhaps because, of his experience as a businessman, his relief and fear was clear in his expression. "Even if we had a motive, which we don't, we wouldn't have done it this way. And for that matter, we didn't even known who our guest would be."

"Be that as it may," Celeste said. "I would like to interrogate you and your staff all the same." As much as she hated to admit it, there were ways to defeat a daeva's truthsense. While there was no means natural or magical to intentionally deceive a daeva's senses, there were illnesses of the mind, as well as simple inaccurate beliefs, which could allow obvious falsehoods to get by a daeva's senses.

"You do, of course, have the right to refuse." Those people who write the laws included plenty of loopholes to protect themselves from said laws, while making those protections seem like attempts at fairness. "As I am not here in my role as an officer of the law, I have no power to compel your cooperation. But the evidence of a crime is not in dispute. If you refuse to cooperate, then I will contact the authorities and a full investigation will take place under the auspices of the courts."

Which meant a public embarrassment at the least, and at worst the possibility of other legally dubious activities coming to light. Like all merchant families, the Ort-Selucid had rivals and enemies who would take any advantage that came to light. As such, it was no surprised when the leader of the house nodded and said "We would be more than happy to cooperate, Lady Celeste."

"Very well." Celeste nodded back. "Did you poison Princess Adageyudi, or instruct another to do so?"

"No." "Of course not." The pair answered.

Their voices rang true to Celeste's ears, which was no surprise. "Do you know or have any suspicions as to who might be responsible?"

"I'm afraid not," the elder said. It wasn't quite a lie, but Celeste could tell it wasn't quite the truth, either.

"Dozens," the younger said at the same time. His words were true, in so far as he believed them to be truth. Celeste knew better than to trust suspicion as being the same as fact.

"I'm afraid my son has some... apprehensions, about his mothers." True. "I assure you, they are all upstanding young women" lie "who would never do anything to harm anyone," false "let alone a guest in our home." Uncertain.

Sick of his father making a joke of himself in front of Commander Celeste, the younger sighed. "Father, we must have discussed this a thousand times." Exaggeration. "I know you know better," lie "and I cannot continue ignoring that is this harem of yours is anything but a complete disaster." True. He then looked at Celeste. "Over the last year,-"

"Shut your mouth, you-" His father shouted, interrupting him.

Celeste interrupted him right after, with a bust of flame between the pair. Celeste wasn't much of a fire mage; in fact, the most she could do with a single spell was cause some small amount of pain, but it was her most visible magic. The fire vanished, and Celeste made eye contact with the head of the house. "I will remind you that interfering with an investigation is a crime, Lendril Ort-Selucid. I will overlook this one time. Now be silent unless asked a question."

"As you command." The man backed down, plotting in his mind how to take revenge on his traitor son. Perhaps Celeste as well, but he wasn't brave enough to try for fear of the full force of the law destroying him and his legacy to the last fleck of gold dust.

"A wise decision," Celeste said, before turning her attention back to the young man. "You were saying something about the last year?"

"Yes," he said. "There have been a total of four murders, as well as a number of accidents I doubt were accidents. It's so hard to keep track of everyone that I don't even know all of my mothers' names."

"I see." It seemed to her that she had reached the limits of direct inquiry for the time being. "See to it that the women are isolated, and I'll begin the process of interrogating them until I find the ones who are responsible."

.....

The next couple hours were enlightening.

"I'm sorry, I don't know anything." Lie. "I've never killed or tried to kill anyone." True. "Lendril treats us well, we want for nothing." Lie. "We wouldn't do anything to hurt each other." Such a lie. Still, she moved on from each interrogation, knowing that it was a matter of time until she found her culprits.

It was to Celeste's frustration that Arakash cut through the deception better than she could accomplish.

"Ah, but we know that's not true," Arakash said when they were interrogating the fourth. "You're here because of the money, and so are the others. There's a motive strong enough that some of you are willing to kill to eliminate competition. That said, you could tell us where to look, and when we find what we're looking for, we'll eliminate the competition for you. And you won't have to worry about being pushed over a balcony. I promise, we won't tell anyone you talked."

She took a moment to think, then relented. "There's lots of reasons, but I think the worst of them is the pregnancy clause." True.

Sensing the woman wouldn't continue, Celeste asked the question. "Pregnancy clause?"

"Uh," she looked at the three. "Look, I don't have the options you have. I'm nothing, an ordinary human with just enough water magic to put out a candle. I have no prospects, no future. At least here, I have a chance that my children will have a better life. The selucid complain that their lives are terrible because of their lack of spellcasting, but they can heal from any injury, don't fear disease, and live five times longer than I could if I'm lucky."

"And you want your children to have those benefits?"

"Who wouldn't?" She looked away, uncertain and afraid. "Maybe you wouldn't. You're powerful, I bet you can knock over buildings or give sight to the blind with but a wave of your hand. How could you understand what it's like for us at the bottom? Women like me die trying to carry the offspring of people like you, because our bodies can't handle the magic energy."

"I... grew up without a bloodline, too." Princess Adageyudi said. "Stronger than yours, perhaps, but weak enough that I wasn't even fit to be a lay cleric. It's hard living in a world where others born luckier than you can do with ease things you can never accomplish. I can't blame you for doing everything in your power to save your children from growing up in that situation."

Celeste kept quiet; the inequities of Karana's society was a long standing thorn in the side of an otherwise beautiful society. Unfortunate circumstances of birth haunted the world, and there was no obvious solution to the cruelty of nature.

"Maybe you do understand." The woman gave a sad smile. "But that's only part of it. You see, there's a clause in our marriage contracts. If we don't get pregnant within one year, we're kicked out. There's over a hundred of us; even if he laid with one of us every night, there's a good chance we wouldn't conceive in time. And often he's too busy to bother, plus he has certain favorites. I've been here six months, and he hasn't so much as given me a lascivious look. Other girls have it worse than me; at least I have a family whose farm I can go back to."

"That's horrible!" Ada exclaimed. Polygamy was a simple fact of life, but treating spouses like chattel was unacceptable. "How is this legal?!"

"It's not," Celeste said. "And I'll do what I can to see the situation corrected." She didn't have the heart to say that doing so would ruin the sanctuary these women had found, however imperfect it might be.

"Thank you," Ada said.

"For now, let's focus on the assassination attempt, and the other murders."

.....

"Lendril Ort, of the Ort-Selucid, you are under arrest." It had been a long, tiring afternoon for Celeste, and she was going to enjoy seeing that justice was done after all that effort.

"What? On what charges!" The elder stood tall facing the daeva, as if to intimidate her into backing down.

Celeste considered the man's potential threat. Selucid were a nightmare in battle, with their inhuman endurance. She wasn't certain she could win in a fair fight, but the fight would never be fair. "The cover-up of a murder, and no less than one hundred counts of malicious violation of contract."

"Violation of contract?" Lendril was taken by that accusation. "I have never violated a contract in my life!" True.

"When a contract is entered into, the parties must put all due effort into ensuring that the other parties are capable of completing their role in the contract," Celeste said.

He hesitated, wondering what Celeste was getting at. "Of course, that's basic law. I assure you, I've never broken that law." True.

"Some of your girls have informed me that you haven't performed your husbandly duties even once, in spite of a contract requiring they get pregnant within the year. I have reason to believe some of the girls you sent away will be able to say the same. They didn't know the law, but I do."

"B-but!" Lendril sputtered. "That hardly applies! Marital law is not the same as contract law! You can't do this!" Lie.

"If I were you, I wouldn't make that argument," Arakash said. He wasn't one for 'justice', but if he got to see more men's wills being broken like this one, he could be persuaded to do it again. "A violation of contract gives you a chance. If this goes to marital court, you'll be so deep in debt that your great grandchildren would die of old age before you could pay it off."

"It's true." Celeste ignored the dissonance of the noctrel's statement, true though it may be, still feeling false to her senses. "A legal divorce means your former wives can press for restitution, and if they can prove you failed your duties as a husband, they'd be entitled to a significant percentage of your holdings. I think we both know the courts won't favor you. Not after my testimony."

"I'd suggest stepping down," Princess Adageyudi said. "It's the only way to save your legacy."

Lendril slumped back against the wall, his heart hammering in his chest. His life was ruined, his fortune stolen from him. Not thinking of consequence, he sprung forward, claws at the ready.

The room went lopsided, and it was only after a couple seconds that he realized that his head was now laying on the ground, separated from the rest of his body. His flesh began mending, starting with the growth of a new spine. But until then, he was so very tired, and cold. His visioned blurred, and then darkness claimed him.

"He'll survive, but he won't be moving for a while," Celeste said. "I'll take him into custody. Lady Ada, it's up to you if you want me to press charges on him attacking you, or if I should charge him with attacking me."

Ada considered her options, but there was only one logical decision. "It was you arresting him. None of his criminal actions involved me in any way. I believe he had no motive to go after me, and every motive to go after you." Between her current need for secrecy, and the state of hostilities between Tyras and Karana, it was best not to have her name attached to any legal proceedings if she could avoid it.

"I agree with your assessment," Celeste said.

Listening in from the other room, a young man heard the whole tale of his father's downfall.

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A/N- This is a universe where Truthsayers are commonplace. Granted, most are significantly less capable than the daeva, but still there are laws protecting those in power from being busted for their crimes with just a question. At the same time, those protections only go so far. And Celeste is a high ranking official in her own right.

Also... apologies for the late chapter. Three days of migraines and some other drama and crap really cut down my productivity.

Plus, this chapter is wholecloth... see, I don't have a script to go off of. This murder mystery sidequest is only about one hundred words in my notes. Most of the other Vera sidequests are the same way. And investigation plots are tricky to write.

PS- if people actually speculate on this chapter, they'll get a bonus scene delving even further into this little murder mystery. The game sidequest will also work out that way- with 'unsolved', 'solved', 'fully solved', and 'extra bonus solved' outcomes. Of course, the only way to get 'unsolved' is to just walk out of the building while talking to no one, then never come back... so... it's the bonus rewards for doing actual investigations that'll be in question.
 
Chapter 21- Cloaks, daggers, and other fashion accessories
"Well," a voice said in the dark.

The younger Lendril, now head of his family, jumped out of his seat. He glanced around, saw nothing, smelled nothing. "Who's there!?" For a moment, he prayed to every god his people acknowledged that he wasn't going insane now that he was in power.

"-looks like everything has worked out in your favor," the voice continued. Moments later, a figured stepped out of the dark: Arin, the adviser of Princess Adageyudi.

Lendril wasn't certain how a human could have hidden in that dark corner. Even now that he was looking, it didn't seem possible for the shadows to hold an adult man. "How did you get in here?"

"Let's say I have a specific set of skills, which are the reason I am serving the princess." Arakash smiled; he so loved when he had them and they didn't even know it, yet. "In this case, I'm the one who noticed the poison you've been feeding your father."

Lendril's eyes widened. "Get out!" He shouted, pointing at the door. "How dare you even insinuate such a thing."

Arakash shrugged and turned toward the door. "My apologies. And I'll apologize again after I tell Lady Celeste of my suspicions, and she confirms I was mistaken." He put his hand on the door handle. "That is to say, if, she confirms I am mistaken."

He knew he was beaten. He slumped back behind his father's former desk, and accepted his fate. Some part of him looked forward to confessing his sins. "It wasn't-"

"I don't care." Arakash didn't turn, and instead basked in the voice of a broken man. Delicious. He would have liked draw the suffering out, but circumstances didn't allow for such luxuries.

Lendril stopped. "What?"

"I. Do. Not. Care." Arakash pronounced every word. "Your motives mean nothing to me. But I'm not the one who's in charge." He sighed and opened the door to the office, revealing Princess Adageyudi on the other side. He would have preferred gaining his own individual leverage and use it for his own goals, but it was difficult enough to evade Celeste. "She cares."

"Why?" Ada asked. Patricide wasn't an alien concept in Midara, but the availability of resurrection magic to those of wealth limited its utility in the pursuit of succession. Poison was even less popular in the halls of power, since chemicals strong enough to overcome magical protection were often hard to disguise in food or drink.

Lendril looked up at the princess, begging her forgiveness with his eyes. "It was never meant to turn out this way. I wanted to stop the madness, but only made it worse. He was bankrupting the family. Even now, we're teetering on the edge of collapse."

Ada stared down at the man, silent. "So you tried to kill your father."

"No." Lendril chuckled, at the absurd state of his affairs. "It was taken from the puffer fish. Deadly in humans, to be sure, but in my people it causes little more than lethargy and... libido loss."

Without Celeste around to judge his intent, Ada had to take him at his word. "You were trying to stop your father's excesses, then."

"All it did was drive him to get more girls." He buried his face in his hands. "As if he could just. Ugh, I don't want to think about it. And I was afraid to stop giving it to him, in case it convinced him his stupid plan worked."

"Which led to a bunch of women, fearing for their livelihoods, killing off the competition." Ada sighed at the sad state of the Ort-Selucid family. "So, what are you going to do about it?"

Lendril looked up again. "You mean you're not going to report me?"

"What would be the point?" Ada said. "It won't fix anything, or save any lives, or help any of these poor women. I'd much prefer we continue the original business dealings; I wasn't lying about brick making being a desirable industry in Tyras. If you're willing to provide them, I promise they'll be purchased."

He blinked away the tears. The princess now represented the last remaining hope his family had for survival. "I promise, we'll use all our influence to pressure Karana to open negotiations."

"Good." Ada smiled at the man. "I have one other condition: I know that with your father disgraced, his wives are for all intents disposable. Don't you dare."

"But-" Lendril started to protest. He glanced over at the man he knew as Arin, standing in the corner.

"Don't look at me," Arakash said. "I told her not to bother, and that this sort of blackmail material was too good to waste on a bunch of nobodies."

"I'm here for justice, not revenge or personal gain," Ada kept her eyes on Lendril. "And justice means not ruining a bunch of innocent lives. You don't have to treat them like royalty, just ensure they have food, shelter, and security if they want it. Keep them here, pay them to leave, give them jobs, whatever it takes. Do not throw them out like the trash."

Lendril considered the terms for a moment. "I suppose we could use them to fix some of the workforce issues. And brick making might not require magic or great strength, but it does require time and some training."

"It will also take time to get trade lanes opened, even if we face no resistance," Ada said. "I'm sure you'll find a way, and look forward to doing business with you for a very long time."

"Thank you."

.....

Halfway across the sprawling coastal city, Shiara was busy with work of her own. In total darkness, she did delicate work stroking her fingers along the long, hard shaft of steel, leaving the soft red glow of metal in their passing. She focused on control, using her power to not just create the heat, but feel it and understand how it played with the structure of the metal.

It was an instrument, a dance, a symphony of magic, molecules, and thermodynamics. At this level of fine control, the distinction between Revelations broke down and the human brain lost its ability to contextualize magic. The lies evaporated, and Truth became clear. All that remained was a blade, a girl, and power.

Then her moment of clarity was lost with a shout.

"Perfect!" A man, Clemal pulled the half-formed sword back, set it on his anvil, and began hammering the steel. Tap-tap-clang! Tap-tap-clang! Unlike the wild, brutal strikes of fiction, each strike was quick and precise. Metal bounced with every hit, shaping the steel into the blade it would soon become.

Now that she was shaken from her meditative reverie, she watched the crafting process. In all her years, she was never given a reason to appreciate the hard work and precision of the craftsman. Those who raised her would never expose her to 'peasants', and when she ran away, those same peasants would have little to do with her, save for purposes she wasn't willing to partake in.

To watch her power turned toward creation rather than destruction was a balm on the ache in her heart.

A flash of magical light distracted her. "Yeow!" Clemal jumped back, holding his hammer. He stared at the blade.

"Are you hurt?" Shiara rushed over to him, hoping against hope that he wasn't hurt. Please, not again. Not this, too. She pleaded to gods that didn't exist, because she refused to pray to the ones which did.

"Ah'm fine," he said. His smile, crooked though it was, was broad and reassuring. "Jus a bit o' a surprise, is all. Gimme space, I ain't quite done yet."

He stepped back to his work, and began tapping again. Every strike, another flash. He had to close his eyes, but now that he knew what to expect, he worked the last shape of the blade into place. He lifted it by the hilt, held it out so he could check its lines. What was otherwise meant to be a simple gladius-style blade now had steel colored like a sunset of gold, orange, and red.

"Would you look at that." He held the blade up and laughed, then opened the door and shouted. "Marid, get out here!"

A middle-aged woman opened the door to the little house that served both as home and shop for the pair poked her head out. "Ahm busy! Whad'ya want?"

"C'mere, look at this!"

She sighed and came out to look at the commotion. "Looks like a magic sword. What of?" Magic weapons were rather commonplace, and as a manufacturer of such wares, she'd seen more than enough. "I'll hand it to you, it's prettier than most, bet it'll sell fast. Wha's it do?"

"I don't know!" He laughed at his wife's confusion.

"Well, what mix did ya use? Did you forget how to read labels, you useless oaf?"

"I ain't used the sarite, yet!"

Marid's complaints died in that moment. "How?"

"That would be my fault, I think," Shiara said as she stepped out to look at the shimmering sunset blade she'd warped with her magic. "I was heating the blade, and, well, I think I got distracted and this is the result. I apologize."

"Apologize?" Clemal laughed again. "My girl, I should thank you! Marid, what's this pig-sticker capable of?"

Marid reached out, both with her hand and with the little magic she was born with. Her essence met with the blade's, joined with it, before she recoiled in shock and confusion. "I... I can't read this. The pattern is too dense. It's obvious that fire magic is heavy within it, but beyond that, it feels like it was Soulforged."

"But, that's impossible," Clemal looked over at Shiara. "It can't be."

Shiara kept her mouth shut. Soulforged weapons brought up memories best left buried, of people and magics she wished she had never been witness to.

"I know it's not," Marid said. "But it's denser than any common enchantment, so much so that I can't penetrate it to learn its strength. But I ain't no archmage, I bet one o' them'd have better luck."

Clemal sighed. "You think it'd be worth it to pay one to take a look?"

"You been smacking your swords with your head instead o' your hammer again?" Marid laughed at her husband; he was a fine smith, but he had no business sense. "You're gonna have to sell that sword to royalty; nobody else could afford it."

"Wait!" Shiara shouted. "Umm, could you keep this a secret for now. I don't want the attention. I don't even know if I could do it again if I tried." If there was anything in this world that could draw the attention of Ifaril's cultists, it would be an undocumented Soulforged weapon. They would locate her, and then disaster would strike again.

Marid smiled at the poor girl. "Don't you worry, dear. We can keep this beauty a secret for now."

Clemal was less enthused about the idea of keeping such a masterwork a secret, but he wasn't going to upset the girl who helped him craft it. If not for the fact that he owed her, then because she could melt metal with a touch. He knew well the danger of such heat, and what it could do to a man's flesh. "Yes, that won't be a problem. Besides, I should get back to work. It is a dangerous world out there, and I need to do my part to equip those who brave its dangers. I'd still appreciate your help, if you don't mind."

"That sounds fun." Shiara followed him back into the darkness of the forge.

.....

BONUS SCENE: The 'neutral' ending of this mission runs a little different, and instead of Ada having the leverage, Arakash does.

"I. Do. Not. Care." Arakash pronounced every word. "Your motives mean nothing to me. All I care about is what you'll give me to remain quiet."

"Humph. Blackmail, then?" He had no fight left in him, but at least he had a little hope that he could find his way to a safe outcome. "What do you want?"

"Oh, I think I want the same things you want," Arakash said. "Wealth, power, and for all my enemies to die of various unpleasant accidents that can in no way be connected to me." He paused for dramatic effect. "But I suspect you mean what I want from you. In which case: nothing."

"Nothing?" Lentril had never been blackmailed before, but he suspected that wasn't the usual response.

"As of right now, you have nothing I find useful," Arakash said. "However, that might change some day. On that day, I will make my demands, and you will give them to me without question or hesitation. For now, let's say you owe me a favor for letting you get away with disgracing your father and taking control of his empire without consequence. Oh, and don't be stupid enough to try to kill me. My death will not go well for you or any you love."

Arakash left the office, smile on his face. With the Ort-Selucid getting their fingers into Tyras businesses thanks to his agreements with Ada, that gave him many potential tools. With luck, he could sneak a vulnerability into the bricks that would let him sew chaos in his true foe's lands. Or perhaps, they could hire an archmage with more greed than scruples to free him of slavery. Maybe they could instead provide shelter and a means of escape after he found another means to break his chains.

The future was and would forever remain uncertain, but having options was forever useful.

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A/N- For those people reading this story who say nothing (which is all but one person)... could any of you please tell me what I have to do to convince you to join in and give some feedback? Please. It's starting to feel lonely in here.

Feel free to speculate on what Soulforged means. It's fairly significant as plot devices go, and will feature in both this book and at least one other.

Or Shiara's background. I'd have thought by now that somebody would have said something about her.
 
Chapter 22- The cruelest chains are those we put on ourselves.
Vera's library was a masterwork of stoneshifting and glasswork. The pillars of the building were drawn from the very bedrock beneath the city and shaped into pleasing pillars of white stone and draped with decorative silks. It was the single most impressive construction in Vera, and some argued the most beautiful and glorious construction in the whole of the empire.

Of more immediate concern, it's where Shiara saw Ada for the first time in over a week. She caught sight of the princess at one of the shelves, flanked two people she didn't recognize by guessed must be Celeste and Arakash. For a moment she stopped, frozen and staring at the round face and purple hair that set her heart alight, before ducking into another aisle to hide, and hope she wasn't seen.

Celeste glanced at where Shiara had stood, spotting her the moment she tried to hide. An odd quirk of the daeva's ability to pierce through all deception meant that attempting to avoid notice would draw immediate attention. It was not, however, Celeste's place to involve herself in the situation. Should the two not reconcile by the time permission to access Karana was granted, she'd have to send a messenger to contact the pyrokinetic, but for now she would give them their privacy.

"Here's a text that might be of some interest," she said. She pulled a journal from a side shelf. "Rasha na Sae." A moment of silence as she waited to see if Ada had a glimmer of recognition of the name. "She was perhaps the most accomplished Void mage in the last three centuries. I've read this work myself, but the only thing I took from it is that void follows a different set of rules from any other style. There is almost no overlap."

"Thanks you." Ada accepted the manuscript and with great care took it to a corner to peruse. From the first words onward, it felt to her that was reading in her native language for the first time in her life. Like she had been looking at the world as a picture sitting sideways, and only now had it been righted. Space, proportion, the flow of cause and effect, all noted in mathematical formulas which she had known since she was a child yet had never seen.

"Read it, you say?" Arakash smirked at the daeva. "I think you know more than you're telling us."

"Nothing of direct consequence," Celeste said. "I met Rasha near the end of the revolution. She was one of the many war orphans whom I helped in what few ways I could. A girl who lived through more tragedies than I care to describe, and turned that suffering into a drive to change the world for the better. I both admired and pitied her. None of which matters to you, I suspect."

"You'd be correct." What did matter to him was that Celeste had told none of these details to the princess. It could serve to increase the daeva's influence over the girl, yet she remained silent. He could not understand why, which meant there were deeper secrets being kept from both of them.

Meanwhile, Shiara had snuck out the back and started the run back to the forge. By the time she arrived, her lungs hurt as bad as her chest and her eyes.

"My word, girl, what happened to you?" Marid asked the moment she saw Shiara's face. Her current customer would have to wait a moment.

"Nothing." Shiara went around the open face of the shop, into the section with the forge. Today was meant to be their day off, which gave her the dark comfort of the forge to hide until she could compose herself. As much as she resented them at times, the inhuman aspects of her biology at least served to protect her eyes from the irritation and redness of crying.

Marid tapped on the door not long after. "Come on, dear. It's not healthy to coup yourself up with the soot and coal."

"I'm fine." Shiara muttered.

Marid opened the door, finding the redhead sitting against a wall, knees up, arms resting on her knees, and head resting on her arms. "I know sound of a girl who's had her heart broken. I promise, it helps to talk. Do I have to get Clemal and the boys to break someone's knees?"

"N-no." Shiara looked up. "I saw a crush at the library. We never were and will never be anything more than friends."

Marid smiled down at her. "I'm sure she's a lovely young lady."

Shiara's eyes widened. "You knew?"

"I raised four boys and three girls, dear," Marid said. "And I've been tending the shop for over thirty years. I've learned to read people, watch their eyes, and learn what they're looking at and why before they know themselves. You're more guarded than most, but it didn't take me long."

"It doesn't bother you that I'm a pervert?"

"It comes with being a teen," she said. "Self control comes with age, and I don't think you're in danger of growing up to be an old lech."

"I meant... the other thing."

"Oh, don't worry dear, I'm not one to judge. I've had a few girls of my own back when I was a young hellion. For me, it was nothing more than some fun with friends that I grew out of. Don't tell my Clemal, though." Marid's voice shifted to a stage whisper. "The ol' coot still thinks I was a virgin on our wedding night. It'd break his heart to know I've been with more women than he has."

Shiara chuckled at the idea, then felt bad about it. "I'm glad at least you understand."

"Knowin' my husband, he might be a little too understanding if he found out." Marid joined in with a chuckle of her own. She'd long ago learned that men had a special way of looking at the world. "Don't let on, but he's been wearin' out the floorboards trying to think up a way to convince you to stay, and we do have a daughter not but a few years your senior. You're not her type, which is a pity 'cause her type is awful. Besides, we both know your heart is set somewhere else."

"On someone who doesn't want me." Shiara's head fell back into her arms.

"Did she say so? Because that offer to break some legs still stands."

"No, I haven't given her a chance to." Shiara laughed at how pathetic she was. "I kissed her, then ran away like a coward. I saw her in the library and ran again, before she knew I was there."

"Then I'd suggest you ask yourself a question," Marid said. "You said you're friends. How important is that friendship?"

More important than I can put into words. "I owe her my life."

"Important enough to stay by her even if she doesn't return your feelings? No matter how much it hurts?"

Shiara said nothing as she considered the question. "I don't know."

"Well, speaking as an old woman who's seen people waste their lives away wondering what might have been, I suggest you find the answer to your question before it's too late." Marid's smile widened. "Who knows? Even if she's not like you, maybe she'll be like me and give it a try for the fun of it."

"What?!" Shiara looked back up, this time in shock. "How could you say something like that."

"Oh, that's easy." Marid laughed as the girl's face started to match her hair color. "You aren't in any danger of being a lech, but it's far too late for me." With those parting words, she closed the door to the smithy. She had customers to worry about, and she felt confident her advice would stick. Shiara was a smart girl who knew how to appreciate wisdom when she saw it.

Unlike some of her own children, who seemed dead set on repeating and surpassing their all the same mistakes their parents made.

That evening Ada's thoughts on Rasha's theories on the space-between-space which their magic manipulated was interrupted when the sky flashed a brilliant orange. Countless streamers of fire spread out in a ring before flickering out. A minute later, another flame shot into the sky, this one fracturing into three before all exploded into red, yellow, and blue. For a moment, it resembled flowers.

Like many others, Ada left her home to find the source of the display. Another flash, and the simple geometric shapes resembling a child's depiction of a sailboat appeared in the sky.

A rather large crowd arrived at the source before Ada and her companions, as well as a pair of guards who had taken to prevent people from approaching the source. "Do a kitty!" A child's voice shouted from the crowd.

It wasn't long before another multicolored stream of flame rose to the heavens and burst in the sky. While it wasn't detailed, the round shape of a cat's face with triangle ears and something resembling whiskers blossomed outward before vanishing. Cheering rose from the children in the crowd.

"Puppy!" "Fish!" "Dragon!"

Dozens of shapes, most requested by the crowd, were created in the sky before a young redhead stood from her spot on the grass overlooking the river. It had grown dark during that time. "Sorry everyone, I'm growing tired." That was no lie; if it wasn't for all the recent practice with using her magic on weapons, she would have exhausted herself. "Be sure to thank your parents for letting you stay up to watch the show."

The kids did as asked, in a cacophony of high-pitched voices. Now that the display had come to an end, the audience began to disperse. The brief display of magic was a fun distraction to the drudgery of life, but it was little more than a distraction. With exception to newly joined young couple sneaking off to a much more secluded portion of the park who would later embellish the tale for their children, nothing life-altering came of the experience.

Ada remained as the crowds started to clear. "That was... something..." she said. She felt stupid, unable to start the conversation.

"Don't worry, guys, she's here for me," Shiara said. "And thanks again for all your help." There was nothing illegal about showing off with magic, but there were rules about doing so in a safe manner.

"Happy to help," the elder officer said before he and his partner left. Perhaps not the most exciting of assignments, but it did allow them to make the city look good and made the citizens happier. Most mages charged money to put on such displays.

Ada looked at her own guards. "Please don't be offended, but can we have some privacy?"

"Of course," Celeste said. She walked with Arakash until they were out of easy earshot. Considering that both of them had superhuman senses, it took them some distance away.

"Are you well?" Ada asked as her protectors left. "Do you have a place to stay? I'd hate to imagine you're living on the streets."

"No, I managed to find a place to stay," Shiara said. "There's a smithy on the western side of town, with a couple letting me stay there in exchange for being living charcoal. They're nice. Weird. But nice."

"That's good."

Shiara sighed; none of this was going the way she'd recited in her head. "I wanted to apologize. For the whole kissing you and running away thing. I shouldn't have done that, but I won't lie and say I regret what I did, just the way I did it. I... I think I'm in love with you."

"Oh." Ada still had no concept of how to respond.

"It's okay if you don't feel the same." Shiara took one hesitant step forward. "You probably aren't interested in girls that way, anyway, are you?" It was the most dreaded of questions; the one that would define their future in her mind. The worst possibility to Shiara was that Ada was attracted to women, but not her. That would hurt most of all.

"I never thought about it, before," Ada said.

Shiara had not expected that as an answer. "Oh."

Ada shrugged, and turned to face the river. "It seemed pointless." There was little to see in the dark, but she wasn't looking for anything. "I knew from my earliest memories that some day I would grow up, my father would choose a suitable husband, and that would be all I'd ever know of romance. Marrying for love is a luxury royalty cannot afford."

Some dark, angry part of Shiara wanted to shout at Ada to get to the point and give her an answer. "I left home before such things became a concern." She couldn't begin to imagine the horrors of her own betrothal, had she stayed. She almost suggested Ada do the same, that they could run away together. "But if you had a choice, I wouldn't be yours, would I?"

Ada looked up at the moon, then the stars, anywhere but looking at Shiara. "Sorry."

"It's fine." For a moment, Shiara wondered what the range was on daeva lie-detection powers. "I just hope I didn't ruin our friendship."

"No, never." Now Ada could face Shiara. "I don't have many friends, almost everyone I interact with is built around by status as a princess. You're the only person I know other than my brother who cares about me as a person first and a title second."

"Would it be weird if I hugged you?" Shiara asked.

As they embraced, Shiara did her best to convince herself this was enough to satisfy her.

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A/N- Midara's current development needs more than a few centuries to reach the Enlightenment Era, let alone the Sexual Revolution.

For anyone who thinks Shiara's rushing things? Yes, yes she fucking is. She is also 1: a teenager. And 2: a fire elemental. They're known for passion... not so much for impulse control... The whole 'life threatening situations' thing probably also plays a role, but mostly it's hormones and the supernatural side of her nature.
 
Chapter 23- The Day the Sky Shattered.
"Ugh, and then, after an hour of explaining to her that no, we have no plans to marry Soret to any of the Karanan royalty, she has the gall to point out that my father is also lacking a spouse at the moment." Princess Adageyudi slapped both hands over her face.

"Well, at least that's a new one." Shiara turned her head to look at her princess; walking together like this, sharing the frustrations of their time in Vera, made her feel like she had a real place beside her princess. "Everyone angled for you or your brother, but how many considered your father?"

Arakash and Celeste followed behind and remained silent. Neither had much to say to the other, and both were on the lookout for threats now that they had left the safety of Vera proper.

"Just this one," Ada admitted. "Ugh. I was expecting trade negotiations and explaining our side of the war. But with exception to the Ort-Selucid, it has been nothing but marriage alliances." And even they were borderline. "It's like nobody in this country even cares about prosperity and security!" She raised her arms to the pristine blue skies.

Keeping his voice down, Arakash chuckled. "She brings up a good point." He didn't care one way or another, other than that it let him needle Celeste. "Who does worry about security in Vera?" He assumed that since she was a commander and officer, the answer was she did.

Celeste ignored the barb; there was no point in defending Karana's politics to a noctrel. She wasn't a fan of the circumstances of empire, but she was old enough to remember the days before it existed. Imperfect though it was, all possible alternatives were far worse. She would do her duty as a keeper of justice to ensure the worst abuses were dealt with, and trust in those wiser than herself to guide them to a better future.

Shiara turned toward Ada, still walking if in a rather odd side-step fashion. "It's because to them, marriages are prosperity and security."

Ada looked over as well, confused and surprised by that answer. "You'll have to explain that to me." Unbeknownst to her, Celeste and even Arakash had taken an interest as well, if for different reasons.

"It's all about bloodlines," Shiara said. "Look at me, for example: I have no titles to my name, no royal blood, nothing to grant me prestige or influence. And yet, I would be treated as royalty by any court I walked into, because of my power."

Celeste caught the lie; Shiara might not have titles or royal ties, but she had 'prestige' to spare. Given the girl's natural power, it wasn't a surprise. What she couldn't comprehend is why she insisted on hiding. Otherwise she told the truth, or what she believed was truth.

"That's horrible," Ada muttered. She could not, however, disagree. "People should be treated with the respect they treat others, regardless of bloodlines." Ada's experience as the only 'Unrevealed' mage she'd ever known had shaped a more sympathetic perspective than most royalty possessed toward people with less power.

"I agree, but not even the gods have the power to change the world." Shiara suppressed the urge to lean in for another kiss; there were many things she loved about her princess, but her compassion was what convinced her that said love was justified.

"Yet, compared to those with no magic at all, we might as well be the gods. We have all of the power, can shape the world to our needs in ways that they never could. The forge I've been working at; they've been honing their craft for almost forty years, yet were barely scraping by. In the month that I've been there, I've helped them shape a hundred weapons, some fifty times more valuable than anything they could make." None quite so powerful as that one early sword. Still, she smiled at knowing that first time in her life, her power helped rather than harmed.

"Oh no," Ada gasped. "Are they going to be okay without you?"

"Don't worry, I think they're better off now than ever." Shiara smiled at the memories when she told them she was leaving. "I left them with enough toys to sell that they can live in luxury. Speaking of, this one's for you." Shiara took a moment to extract a pair of leather bracers from her pack. "They've got a few wards to protect you from harm. Most important, I think, is that you should be immune to fire while wearing them." Which gave Shiara peace of mine. "Plus if you have to, they can set the air around you on fire. Like one of my strongest fire blasts strong. It won't last long, however, so don't rely on it."

"Wow." Ada held them up, inspected them with her own arcane senses. Void mages, she'd come to learn from her studies, might not be able to use any other type of magic, but they had a unique way of seeing the intricacies of woven magic. "This is top tier work, are you sure you want to give it to me? Or that the shop can afford to part with it."

"Well, I can't use much and still take my fire form, and I've left behind like eight weapons just as strong, and one that's way stronger. Plus about thirty others that aren't quite as good." Shiara had a busy month, even if she never managed to match her one masterwork again. "They feared they might never be able to retire, but now they'll be able to live in comfort for the rest of their lives." And seeing you smile is payment enough, she found herself unable to say.

"That's wonderful!" Ada reached out, hesitated for a moment, then hugged Shiara. "I'm so glad."

Shiara accepted the hug for what it was: an expression of happiness and approval, nothing more. When they broke off, she continued. "But that brings us back to my point. On my first day, I was more capable than they were after decades of practice. And they had some magic, just not as much as we do. It's not just in crafting tools, either. On the battlefield, building homes, ensuring good harvests, always the mages do the important work. The usefulness of peasants is to do the things those with power don't want to waste their time on. And those in power know that, so they desperately fight to ensure their partners are the strongest possible bloodlines, to guarantee their offspring remain strong. It's how they keep their power."

In the back of her mind, Shiara considered the possibility of that being her 'in' with Ada. Marrying them for her bloodline. She rejected it moments later; they would demand she conceive children with someone, probably Ada's brother or perhaps father, and she wasn't willing to go that far. Not yet.

"My father disagrees." Ada stood taller, taking pride that her family was different. "Sure, we understand the importance of the line, but we don't ignore those beneath us. Soret regularly goes into the city to help, and the people love him for it. Our father has support programs, and no matter what happens, he makes sure to defend his people. That's how that stupid war started in the first place." No matter what lies Arakash tried to tell me.

Shiara had heard about Prince Soret involving himself in the surrounding cities, but until now dismissed it as rumor rather than fact. "How did that happen, anyway?" Shiara's smile faded, now that they were discussing serious issues, rather than relaxing. "Sira wasn't involved, and it happened almost a decade before I was born. Everyone I know seems to think it was King Sorda's aggression. But I don't know what the truth is. I mean, if it was a war of conquest, why didn't he take any territory?" Shiara hurried to add after realizing Ada might not appreciate the statement.

Celeste kept her face as neutral as possible when the subject came up, but Arakash had begun learning the daeva's tells; hiding her emotions was when one knew she had emotions to hide. This was important to the daeva on a level far deeper than curiosity.

It happened before Ada was born, too, but she had different history lessons. "Piracy and corruption," Ada said. "Mainly along the Tetlet coasts. Father complained numerous times to the local leaders about raids and attacks, but nobody seemed inclined to help. So he arranged an ambush and got some intelligence about the main hiding place of the pirates, and clues they were bribing the Tetlet nobility, or perhaps some were directly involved. Needless to say, the nobles weren't pleased when Tyras troops were found in their borders. Father did his best to keep casualties to a minimum by capturing some important leaders, and used them to ransom for peace. But Tetlet is tied in with Karana politically, and nobody was happy that he directly targeted nobles rather than sending men to the slaughter by way of traditional warfare."

"Oh, no wonder they hate him." Shiara laughed; she knew she liked staying in Tyras over Sira for more than one reason. Taking the fight right to the corrupt bastards at the top was something she would support with a smile. It was power, not merit, which placed them at the time, and she would see them all driven into the dirt if she could.

Arakash glanced at Celeste. "Out of curiosity, how much of what she just said was even parallel to the truth? Or is that some sort of special military secret?" As
he expected, Celeste ignored him. Yet, the way she ignored him was telling in its own right.

They walked for another hour, doing little more than small talk until they reached the small lake which fed the river flowing through Vera. Numerous small waterfalls fed into pool, themselves fed by mountain runoff across much of the chain; fortunately not the same part of the chain which contained the goblin forests. If any goblins got close to Vera's supply of fresh water, there would have been a bounty fit to draw hunters from across the continent.

Instead, the four were treated to a spectacular view of a broad, if shallow, lake obscured by mist and rainbows. Everyone paused to appreciate this wonder of natural beauty, except Arakash.

"Our portal is this way." Celeste stepped up to one of the cliff faces, and touched it. With a burst of magic, some internal mechanisms began moving and a passage revealed itself. "Again, my apologies that security requires us go this far to access a portal."

She entered, followed by the others. Like the last cave, this one was dark and twisting and comprised of exceeding amounts of salt. In fact, it seemed probable it was part of the same cave system as the one they traveled through to reach the goblin forest. If so, then no living being had found the path which connected the two and told the tale.

"Isn't this valuable tactical information?" Arakash asked. "Revealing backdoors into Karana can't be safer than using the front."

"The location of portals is hardly dangerous," she said. "They can only be accessed or manipulated from within. So long as the Sacred City itself remains hidden, Karana is unassailable. We must, however, avoid the main path for security purposes."

Arakash wondered how accurate that statement was. Sure, daeva couldn't lie or be lied to, but misinformation took on a life of its own so long as one didn't seek to uncover the truth. "Then why hide the entrance?"

Celeste considered the question for a moment. "My assumption is to make it more difficult for invaders who've already taken territory, and to circumvent the threat of thaumivores. This cave network is ideal for both purposes."

"What's a thaumivore?" Shiara hadn't heard of them, but they sounded dangerous.

"It's the general term for creatures which can consume magic," Ada said. "They're usually tough, and while not all that dangerous, they can be nightmares since they grow stronger the more magic they're exposed to. Portals generate a lot of energy for them to feed on."

"Huh." Shiara set herself alight, so they could see their way. The moment she did so, several bats screeched and flapped their wings. They were large, the size of a medium sized dog, with several pairs of eye-like color patterns on their wings. Or so they seemed, until the eyes blinked at Shiara, then clenched shut. "Gaaah!!!" Shiara jumped back.

The noise startled the animals, which flew away in a cacophony of screeches and flapping wings.

They followed Celeste through the inscrutable tunnels full of strange bats, formless specters of mist, and large rock-encrusted worms. None so large as the one they encountered last time, which was a great relief to all involved. Over an hour later, they found their destination: another dead-end. Celeste took the time to activate that mechanism as well, revealing their portal.

Arakash gave an appreciative examination of the walls. "Have to hand it to whoever designed these tunnels. They were a people who cared about security." He didn't want to admit it, but in spite of having been led here, he didn't think he could find the path again without Celeste's guidance.

"Even centuries later, Karana has not forgotten the lessons of the past," Celeste said. "We may not desire war, but when war comes, we are prepared."

"Have to admit, Sira could learn from this sort of paranoia," Shiara said. She was right behind Ada, with Arakash taking up the rear as they passed through the portal to Karana. There was no transition, no sense of distortion in space and time. One moment they were on one side, the next they were on the other.

The first impression they had of Karana was how vast it was. Fields stretched out in all directions, dotted with houses, barns, and other structures. A well-maintained grid of roads allowed wagons and individuals to travel as they needed. Near the horizon stood a wall of ivory and sapphire. Even in the day and from so far away, they could see the magical lights that maintained the city's vaunted invincibility.

"It's more beautiful than any of the stories I've read." For Princess Adageyudi, the beauty was well beyond the visible. As she looked, she could see the zone of warped reality that protected this sanctuary. We're not in real space. She said nothing; she didn't know if her hunch was correct, but her limited experience as a void mage showed her how reality buckled and twisted. The reason Karana could not be found was because it existed outside of reality. If she was correct, she would still say nothing for fear of revealing dangerous secrets.

"I've never seen anything like it," Shiara agreed. She moved closer to her princess yet again.

"Welcome to my home," Celeste said.

"I don't like it." Arakash stepped back, through where the portal should have been to them back to the other side. It didn't take him back. "Something is very wrong about this place. We have to leave."

Shiara rolled her eyes. "You would hate this place."

"No, you stupid brat, this is something different. Dangerous." Arakash glanced around, seeking the source of his fear. "There is a predator here. Ancient, powerful, and it's starting to awaken."

"I think I feel it too," Ada said. "The compression between when lightning has struck but the thunder has not yet followed.

Shiara and Celeste looked as well. Neither were inclined to trust Arakash, but when Ada agreed with him, they started listening. "I'm afraid I feel nothing of what you describe," Celeste said.

"No!" Ada grabbed the sides of her head. "No no no no!!! We have to get away! We're g-" She fell to the ground screaming.

The sky split open. A bright stained-glass afternoon scene cracked open, revealing an empty black sky outside. The unreality of Karana had collided with a separate unreality, and both shattered. Soon they would collapse together, merge as if two bubbles.

A glow of red marred the otherwise perfect black on the other side of the crack in the universe, grew closer. An eye the size of a building looked through the hole in its long prison. There was no recognition, no curiosity, no life. It was a dead thing powered by a hatred purified and distilled for millennium. Rotting clawed fingers, each as large as a war ship, slid out of that empty Nowhere into the one where Karana stood.

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A/N- Welcome to this story's "The Moment Everything Changed" event. Perhaps my favorite parts of Chrono Trigger and FF7... the video of Lavos, and the burning of Nibelheim, respectively. Not every game that tries this makes it work, but I'm hoping this story is one of them.

The first part of this chapter, in the game, is a period of assessment, where the characters essentially list off which sidequests were done, and how well they were done (and rewards gained- the bracer *is* Shiara's optimal reward in the story)... naming all the families they had influence over and stuff like that. But I wasn't about to spend 10 goddamn chapters on sidequests (it works in a game, but what a narrative disaster it would be as a novel) followed by a synopsis of said sidequests. Instead, a deeper look into the structure of the society.

Same reason I'm not covering all the random encounters they'd encounter throughout the game (save to mention that they exist). Caves are great for those. I do think the blinking pattern-eye bat things will look awesome in a game, however.

Also... it's the tunnels to reach Karana where you would first meet Tanil in the original variant of this story- a character that has been dropped from because, frankly, he didn't really contribute much so I gave his roles to other, more interesting, characters. I've improved as a writer, and among other things I picked up one of my most cherished design philosophies:

"Never create a character who only serves one purpose. Each character should have multiple ways to contribute to the story. If they can't, then you need to replace that character with something better."

But enough of all that. What matters now is... this is The Scene That Changes Everything (tm)...
 
Chapter 24- The Deathbringer
"Heal her! She's dying!" Arakash struggled to stand, to move, his instincts screaming that every moment here was a moment closer to death. He shifted back to his demonic state, no longer able to maintain the fleshcrafted illusion that was his human form.

"Understood." Even in this situation, the noctrel's words felt like a lie, but Celeste could see the evidence before her. She pulled the gauntlet off her hand, knelt, and touched the princess' forehead. Daeva healing abilities were famed as much for their secondary benefits as their primary, and Celeste had more experience working with the oddities of Isylan biology than most.

First, she infused the elements of Creation into her patient, along with her supernatural senses, and a soft white glow as a side effect. A complete map of Ada's heart rate, blood flow, even the subtle energies that allowed the brain to function and the access to her magic opened in Celeste's mind. Long held suspicions, now confirmed to undeniable certainty, but those would wait. For now, she had identified the problem: Ada's magic was being siphoned, so much so that it was depleting her life force. As of this moment, the only thing keeping the girl alive was that she was siphoning Arakash's power.

Lacking options, Celeste went for a long shot. "Shiara! I need your help!"

"How!" Shiara rushed over, kneeling before the pair. "My magic's destructive, I don't have any healing powers!"

"Don't worry, I'll handle the healing." Celeste began preparing for what came next. "I need you to provide the fire. Anything you've got that can infuse itself directly into an object will do."

Shiara might have been able to do all sorts of fascinating things to steel, but that was because steel could withstand heat that would reduce flesh to ash. To cast such a spell on a person, especially Ada, caused her to hesitate. "Are you sure that will-"

"LISTEN TO HER!!!" Arakash tilted his head just enough to glare at the fire elemental.

"I..." Shiara closed her eyes. "Right. Promise me I won't hurt her."

"I promise, if she dies, it won't be your fault." Celeste focused on the flickering mana of Shiara's power; the daeva still had trouble comprehending the sheer potential of this girl's magic, but so long as she had cooperation, she could shape this fragment of it. "Be gentle, follow my lead."

Contrary to Shiara's opinion, fire did not create or destroy- those were privileges possessed by other magics- all it did was consume and transform. A process which could be channeled and, to the outside observer, reversed. She linked the aspect of flame, changed it so that it drew upon Creation as an element, rather than simple chemical bonds. She then twisted the output, changing heat to raw mana.

"Is... is it working?" Shiara stared at the flickering blue flames which consumed nothing, and restored everything.

"It's working." Celeste brushed her hand over Ada's cheek. "But it won't be enough on its own. I need to concentrate."

Desperate for power, Arakash gripped the crystal he had taken from the basilisk a month prior. Green energies roiled around the stone and then sank into his flesh, but that wasn't enough. He hated wasting such a valuable shard, but survival took priority over all else, so he kept draining the gem of its magic. The green glow dimmed, the crystal turned dull, cracks spread and fragments fell.

Fragments of reality collapsed in on themselves, ripped and pulled open by a power which had claimed the lives of gods. Smoke roiled off its claws as carbon dioxide made contact with sun-granted warmth for the first time in over fifteen hundred years. It made contact with the line between realities and, instead of being severed as should have been the fate of anything touching the edges of a two-dimensional plane, they found purchase.

The rift bulged open as black lightning lanced outward, killing the fabric of the universe itself. The world cried out to six beings which had the power to hear it, but no longer the power to save it.

Three slept through the chaos. Two stirred from their long slumber, awakened by memories of the being which had long ago proven even gods could die. One closed her eyes and wept for the death of three of her closest friends and the garden world they built together. The Deathbringer returns.

A head emerged from the rift. Its long, reptilian jaw devoid of flesh revealed it to be a dragon to any with even the most vague knowledge of monsters, and the few remaining chunks of skin which clung to its face carried ink-black scales, each large enough to serve as a shield for a man. One frozen red eye stared into nowhere, while the empty socket seemed to possess sight by which to survey a world it had forgotten.

It had forgotten its reason, its memories, even its name, but it had not forgotten its frustration, its shame, its hate. It had but one motivation remaining: a Final Death for the world it had once helped shape.

It pulled itself out of the rift with muscle long-rotted and frozen solid in the empty cold of a layer of reality that had never been host to gravity, fission, or a single interaction between particles before it was banished there. Magic matched only twice in the history of its long life and longer death drove it forward, into the walls of Karana.

The finest magical shielding ever crafted by any empire in history held against the thing's power. If all other defenses failed, the walls of Karana were built to withstand any conceivable siege for decades. While the people of the city had no way to know, their fortification could have survived a supernova, and kept those inside alive for years before the power finally failed.

Their protections held for three full seconds against this thing before its reality-breaking claws reached the walls proper. Long-forgotten sensations of contact with matter and life returned to the Deathbringer's mind, followed by the collapse of the physical representation of Karana's impregnable defenses.

Within the city, the people stared in disbelief at the thing which had appeared in their sky and now towered over their walls. Some watched in awe, others ran in terror, and some brave few rushed out to meet the beast in open combat.

Pegasus Knights took to the skies on their mounts, unleashing punishing wind and lightning spells, while ground forces supplied streams of flame, supersonic projectiles of crafted stone, and archers released arrows enchanted with a thousand separate effects, and every combination of specialist sent off all the esoteric attacks at their command. The healers noted the thing was obviously undead, and so opened up with a spectrum of wide-area healing magic. Some few enterprising necromancers even banded together in an attempt to enslave the creature's mind.

There was no attempt to plan, coordinate, or take stock of their resources. They expended in minutes the amount of resources which a wise commander would have metered out to last months in the theater of war. There would be no second battle, no attempt to retreat for these people who fought to save their homes.

Their foe reared back, and for a moment the defenders hoped their assault was working. Then, it opened its rotted jaws and breathed out a stream of black mist into the defenders. It spread out as if a liquid, splashing out across the streets and leaving behind a dense solid-black fog which denied the very idea of light, of life.

Moments after, the fog settled and only corpses remained where Karana's populace once was. Infrastructure crumbled, aged thousands of years in mere moments and leaving only the most resilient of structures standing. The storm of energy unleashed in the aftermath was sufficient to kill most of the flying defenders.

Some few among the strongest and best prepared weathered the storm and remained standing after. For a moment, they stared out in horror at the skeletal remains of what were moments ago their allies and comrades.

The dead climbed to their feet and turned upon what few survivors remained. As exhausted as those who withstood the first attack were, the undead empowered by the closest thing to a god of undeath which had existed in Midara had little trouble carving through their defenses.

The Deathbringer stalked into the ruins it had created, making his way to the most impressive of the surviving magical structures. Those survivors, the ruling families born with power that prompted lesser beings to call them gods, required its specific attention. Then it would rest and recover from its long ordeal. As an afterthought, it gave a command without words or thoughts to its army.

Consume. As simple as it was absolute, the imperative would be followed with the same mindless devotion as a wildfire. They would not cease until they were destroyed or every living animal in the world joined them in undeath.

Too far away to hear the screams of those unlucky few, Celeste watched the death of her home. "No." She tried to speak, her lips made the proper shapes, but no sound escaped her throat. "It's not possible."

Arakash pulled himself to his knees; the drain had stopped, though it would be some time before he could recover from his ordeal. "Shadowblight. Deathbringer. The Corrupted God. The First Traitor. Worldslayer. The Black Pillar. It has more titles than there are languages to speak them in, and every one spoken in whispers after checking to make certain no children are in earshot. It does not care what you think is possible. We have to run."

Shiara couldn't tear her eyes away from Karana, either. "Run? Where? How?"

"Anywhere." He struggled to his feet. Unlike the others, he could sense the absolute, rapacious will behind the horror they had witnessed. There was no room for any emotion in his mind but the fear of what would happen when it turned its attention on them. "It can feel us, and it is going to come for us." It was coming for the entire world, but that wasn't Arakash's priority.

As if to illustrate his point, the undead began to pour from the city by land and sky. They set upon the nearest farms and hamlets first, and with every being slaughtered, a new soldier was added to the relentless tide of death.

"He's right," Celeste said. "Karana is lost. We must warn the world before it's too late."

Arakash grunted as he limped over to Ada. "I'll take the princess. Even if I was at full strength, I'm worthless against the undead. This way, neither of us slow you down." He didn't care what the excuse was, so long as it resulted in survival. Some part of him did find it amusing that the daeva lied, if only to herself. He knew that there was no need to warn the world; power like the Black Pillar just unleashed did not stay hidden for long. And it was already too late.

Celeste looked out at the fields and ever-expanding waves of the dead. "They're pushing to the east, first." She closed her eyes, knowing full well that hundreds more people she had spoken to would die in minutes, and there was nothing she could do about it. "It... is where the larger towns and portals are to be found. But there is one portal nearby that we can use. It will take us to Isylan territory."

Personal demons be damned, the world was at stake.

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A/N- One of the last tricks to be tutorialized in the game... combo spells. They're situational, since you have to meet a bunch of requirements (casters in position, using up two turns, knowing the appropriate spells, usually a certain level of affinity between the characters)... but they make up for it in being very powerful. In this case, the combo for the regeneration spell. Or one of them, at any rate... arguably the best of them, since it regens mana as well as health. Is it worth sacrificing both your blaster and tank's turns for? If I do good game design, the answer will be "sometimes."

Also... the FMV of this scene is gonna be epic. Especially when the scene transitions from the crystal Arakash grips splintering, to the sky enjoying the same experience...

Oh, if anybody's upset that the BBEG is a mindless horror beast? Give me a couple more chapters... I promise there's a villain worth properly hating in this story... one meant to have human motivations (while also giving Kefka vibes... I like Kefka... and by 'like' I mean 'from the first time I saw him on screen, I knew the game couldn't be complete unless I got to give the command that murdered his fucking clown face.' ) - Feel free to guess who that villain is in Midara.
 
Chapter 25- And the World's Biggest Asshole award goes to...
Ada awoke to the ground below her swaying, and her head resting on something warm. It took a few moments for her to realize she was on a swaying boat, with her head in Shiara's lap. She struggled to move, but after a moment slumped back to her resting place.

"Hey there." Shiara put a hand on Ada's forehead. "You had us worried."

Accepting her fate as an invalid for the time being, Ada closed her eyes. "What happened?" She asked not for sake of concern or curiosity, but because of reflex. She was tired, so tired, she didn't have the strength to care.

"We... aren't certain," Shiara tried to lie, to spare her princess the pain for a moment. She found it wasn't in her nature to keep the deception going. "But it's bad. Karana's Sacred City was destroyed, and we barely escaped with our lives."

"We know exactly what happened." Arakash sat up, still wearing his demonic form. Of his pair of large wings, one was ripped and broken, and the other missing entirely. His body wasn't fairing much better, covered in stained purple blood and the tattered remains of his armor. "These two are afraid to tell you the truth."

Shiara glared at the demon. "She is more dead than alive right now. Would it kill you to pretend to have some compassion for five seconds and let her recover?"

With her eyes still closed, Princess Adageyudi forced herself to care. "I want to hear the truth. All of it. Arakash, since you want to tell me, feel free. Celeste, please make certain he doesn't slip in any lies."

"I'm humbled by your trust, Princess. Don't bother correcting that, Celeste." Arakash gave a sideways glance at the Daeva, whose armor and flesh were still in good condition in spite of the fighting. "First important news: your father tried to kill us."

"We don't know for a fact that it was him." Celeste felt dirty giving Sorda even that much benefit of the doubt.

"The evidence is overwhelming," Arakash said. "Someone accessed Ada's magic using a form of blood magic. Which so happens to be Sorda's bloodline. And only a direct ancestor can take control of a descendant's magic like that. If it weren't for your healing, she'd be dead and so would I. You got a better interpretation than 'the bastard tried to kill us' for me?"

Celeste's silence said everything they needed to know.

"You wouldn't know this, but after the first assassination attempt, he gave clear orders that we were to keep marching. Always thought that was odd, now I know why. He always planned to use us as a weapon." Arakash would have enjoyed Ada's shock more if it weren't for the last detail. "Worse, he succeeded, it's just going to take a little longer. Somehow he was able to use you to summon Shadowblight to Karana."

Ada tried to sit, then slumped back down again. She failed to notice that now, Shiara's hand was just a little more firm on her head. "Shadowblight?"

"That's right, Princess. Your daddy brought back the Deathbringer."

"He's too cautious." Ada muttered her halfhearted defense of her father. She, too, thought back to her father's unusual eagerness in sending her on the mission to Karana. "I don't believe..."

"Liar. We both know were awake long enough to see it crawl out of that hole. Your father used you to end the most powerful empire in history. Millions died in minutes, and sooner or later everyone will join them."

Ada accepted the pain of opening her eyes and looked at Celeste. "Do you believe it's that bad?"

Celeste weighed her words, trying to find the most honest way to express the truth. "Shadowblight was stopped twice before. First by the other Pillars, then later by the Goddess of the Void. It's powerful, but not insurmountable."

"If you know where to find something as strong as the Pillars, feel free to tell me." Arakash gave Celeste a moment, and received nothing. "We don't even have a glimmer of a chance against that thing. I say we focus on Sorda. He struck me as clever, not insane."

Ada found herself agreeing. "I've never known father to lose control of a situation. He must have some failsafe."

"Then he has a way to save himself, or at least thinks he does," Arakash concluded. "If we find out what it is, maybe we can use it for ourselves. Which means we need a way back into Tyras. We also need to break the enchants that let him control your portal magic. Right now he must believe you're dead, and strong magic disrupts scrying so Shadowblight's blinded the world. I doubt we'll have long before that changes, so we must strike now."

Ada considered the question, and what few people she could trust to ask. "Grandpa is our best bet. I think he'd still know most of the defenses of the palace, and with any luck ways to bypass them."

"Do you think he'll help us?" Shiara asked. "It means turning on his son, after all."

"If he doesn't cooperate, I'm sure there are ways to make him change his mind." Arakash looked over at Celeste. "I'm sure what remains of Karana would take in anyone involved in this and give him a trial befitting of crimes against the world."

"He'll help." Ada forced herself to sit, in order to face her demonic servitor and annoyance. "Grandpa Sorin is one of the smartest, most understanding, people I've ever met. He's always been willing to listen to me, before. And if not, he'll listen to Celeste."

"That would be preferable to taking him as a prisoner." Celeste had seen her share of torture in her century of service, but she had yet to grow cold to the suffering of others, even those who deserved it. "But first, we're heading for Isyla."

"Isyla? Really?" Ada regretted her moment of excitement, and went quiet again. "I wasn't expecting to meet... my people... like this."

"With the Sacred City destroyed, Karana's portal network will be useless," Celeste said. "Or, worse, it would put us in grave and unnecessary peril. We need a trained portal mage, otherwise it would take months for us to travel anywhere. Whatever Sorda's long term plans, his first strike collapsed Karana's transport system. We need to overcome that as soon as possible. For that, we need Isylan help."

LAL: Let me know when we get there. (Lal then lays back down on Shiara's lap)

SHI: Don't worry. We'll keep an eye on things. (puts her hand on Lal's head)

SHI: Poor girl. Her father tries to kill her. And now we're trying to find a way to kill him. Things couldn't possibly get any worse for her.

ARA: I take it you weren't paying attention. Shadowblight has returned. Nothing mortal or spirit will survive.

SHI: Then why bother going after Morda?

ARA: For the only reason that means anything when the world's about to die: revenge.

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A/N- Fun fact: my daughter figured out Sorda was the villain in roughly the first scene. She was seven at the time. How many of you figured it out?

Also: welcome to the primary means of going from scene to scene in the game. For those who say "But Tana, this just seems like a brilliant way to avoid creating a world map, you sexy genius, you!"... Yes, yes it is...
 
Chapter 26- The best laid plans of zombie mice and skeletons.
Guided by Celeste's wind magic, the makeshift raft drifted up the narrow stream in the depths of a ravine. The tall yellowed walls of stone blocked out enough of the sun that it reduced the light of the afternoon to the twilight of evening.

Ada stared outward at the unseen latticework of what she now understood to be void structures; inscrutable twists of space and time which would collapse upon themselves and toss those unfortunate enough to take the wrong route to unknown corners of the world, or leave them stranded Somewhere Else. She could not find a path through the chaos Celeste navigated in spite of being unable to see the obstacles she avoided.

"How do you know where you're going? You can't sense the path, can you?"

She has a gift for it. Celeste's smile was small, sad, as she looked out into the canyon for the clever but mundane little signs to keep them on the right path. "An old friend showed me long ago."

Not long after, Ada felt the world twisting, or untwisting as the case may be. "Something's coming!"

"You shouldn't be here." The voice came before a woman appeared from nowhere. The tall, slender dark-toned woman with indigo hair went from not being to being in a single moment from the three-dimensional perspective. The bow she carried readied, but pointed at the ground.

"Greetings, Priestess." Celeste stepped forward, unconcerned. "I apologize for delaying our reunion until I was the bearer of dire warnings, Rumia."

"Lady Celeste." Rumia nodded in respect, but it was a quick motion of one who was following protocol rather than an actual concern for tradition. "You should not have brought outsiders. Especially not that." She pointed at Arakash, who still lacked the strength to take a human form.


Celeste appreciated that she wasn't asked why a noctrel was with her. "We had little choice. The Sacred City has fallen, and now you're our only hope to get the warning to others."

Rumia wanted to reject the words, and were it anyone else she would have. Instead she was faced with the knowledge that a daeva, that Celeste, had brought news of the fall of the capital. "That shouldn't be possible. Who? How?"

"We should discuss this inside," Celeste said. "The noctrel needs to come with me, and Adageyudi is still suffering from her ordeal. I have reason to believe your healers are better equipped to help than I am."

Rumia looked at Ada; the purple-haired girl who reminded...

Shiara stepped up, putting herself between Ada and Rumia. She didn't know what the other woman's stare was about, nor did it matter. "And I'm not leaving Ada when she's like this." As far as Shiara was concerned, she would burn everyone in this canyon before she allowed her princess to be hurt again.

"Fine." Rumia accepted that her issues were less immediate than Celeste's warning. "We won't go to the main city, but there's a place we have set aside for emergencies like these."

Rumia moved to the cliff face and pressed her hand upon it. Purple energies traced outward, forming a complex series of interlocking triangles which faded to reveal a room carved into stone. It was spacious, if spartan, and had an array of utilitarian chairs around a single large table.

Outside of human senses, Ada followed the network to its destination; the room itself was an hour's walk away and, in fact, everything about the display was to confuse people. "She didn't have to touch the cliff; it was theatrics to hide the portal," she whispered to Shiara. Unbeknownst to her, Arakash and Celeste heard as well.

Celeste went in first, stopping just to make certain Arakash was limping behind her. Shiara took hold of Ada's hand and helped steady her walk into the portal. Rumia followed behind, after giving the hand-gesture to her backup to close the portal behind them. Isylans understood better than most that sometimes mundane techniques worked better than all the magic in the world.

"Here, take these if you need them." Rumia took a number of small crystals off the shelf. "It's low quality sarite, but it should help you recover some of your power."

What followed was a brief, if detailed, explanation of what happened in Karana, narrated by Celeste. "After we fought our way past the undead to the... appropriate portal... we made the rest of the journey here."

"You're trying to keep your military secrets now?" Arakash asked. "Are you afraid someone's going to try to invade Shadowblight's new charnel city? I say let the them try; the big problem will take care of the small ones."

"Be that as it may, I take my oaths seriously," Celeste said.

Rumia had other concerns; she hadn't been able to take her eyes off Ada since she sat to hear the tale. "You're certain it was your power?"

"Who else could it be?" Arakash said. "That magic had to come from Ada. And now that we're here, you have to admit she has a certain resemblance to you." He sniffed the air. "You even smell alike. There's no point in denying that she's Isylan."

"That is profoundly creepy," Shiara muttered.

Rumia ignored the needling of the demon; Celeste wanted him alive, and there were more pressing concerns. "And your father is Sorda? You're certain of this?"

Ada looked down at the table. "I never had any reason to believe otherwise. Now... I don't know. I never imagined he'd do something like this, let alone to his own daughter."

"You're his." Cutting through everyone's self-delusions was a petty entertainment, but Arakash was open to any diversion in the moment. "I don't care if he is a blood mage, it requires a parent or full sibling to exert that control. Besides, anyone who saw the two of you in the same room would see the resemblance. It's your brother who looks like he has a different father."

"I assure you, Soret is full Tyras royalty!" In spite of the situation, she felt the need to defend her brother's honor. "He and Nesare took after their mother. And as you keep saying, our father's a blood mage. He'd know if she was unfaithful."

Rumia watched the exchange and made her judgments in silence. "So you are certain." And it would take her a long, long time to make her peace with that truth. "Thank you Lady Celeste, we will disable the portals through the Sacred City and spread the warning. You can reside here as we make arrangements."

Celeste wanted to reach out and offer support to the woman she remembered as a happy child, but now was neither the time or place. "We need to ask something of you. A portal to Kuros."

"If what you say is true, I doubt we could spare the resources." A truth, but not the reason she didn't want to send the group on their way. Once again, she glanced at Ada.

Celeste suspected she knew why, and thus knew the way to talk around the issue. "Ada needs answers that her grandfather might be able to provide."

"I feel for her, I do." She wanted to hear those answers, herself. "But we can't waste our energies on personal matters. Every portal takes time, power, and now lives."

"Then don't do it for personal reasons," Arakash said. "Do it for the tactical value."

"I fail to see how-"

"Then you're a worthless general."

"Arakash!" Shiara shouted at the demon; defending Rumia for reasons she wasn't certain of.

Arakash ignored the elemental who could still kill him with ease. "Her grandfather is Tyras' prior king. He'll know their defenses, their vulnerabilities, and maybe have an idea what Sorda's plans are. This is our best chance to stop him, and maybe Shadowblight."

"You swear this isn't a personal goal?"

"I couldn't imagine anything more personal. He tried to kill me, and now that Shadowblight is unleashed, it's only a matter of time before everything dies. I him dead. I want to kill him. I want him to beg for the mercy of death. However, m goals so happen to serve your needs."

"It is your decision, Lady Celeste." Rumia closed her eyes and surrendered the power, and the responsibility, to the woman who had a century more experience than her. "Is this mission worth the lives that will be lost?"

"I... yes, I believe it is." She began fiddling with her armor and removed one of the few decorative icons that were not damaged in their retreat. A brief flash of magic was enough to guarantee it carried her seal. "Have any of your people who've been spying on our conversation take this to the Citadel of Anora. The monks will help as best they can, enough to speed your efforts."

In truth, the icon was unnecessary: the citadel housed dozens of daeva at all times who could verify the truth. If, indeed, Anora was not already aware of the return of greatest threat the world had ever known. There was, however, a chance they would suspect the Isylans mistaken or deceived by illusory magic, so it was best to add a redundancy.

Arakash watched the exchange and couldn't help but poke at Rumia's issues. "Does that mean they'll send a competent leader to help here?"

"Do I have to come over there and burn your tongue out?" Flames flickered in Shiara's eyes. "Because I will, and I bet it'd feel great. For me, not you. You'll probably scream."

"Thank you, but he's right," Rumia said. "I'm suited for the role of soldier, not commander."

Arakash considered gloating some more, but life, or lack thereof, chose then to interrupt. "Too late. They found us!"

Shiara looked around, but with the passage closed they were far from any view to the outside world. "What are you talking about?"

"Right." Celeste stood and place her hand on her weapon. "I feel them, too."

"Go ahead, ignore those of us without supernatural senses," Shiara muttered.

"We were tracked somehow," Celeste explained. "To carry this much taint, there must be hundreds of them. At least one with intelligence."

Not to be outdone, Arakash expanded on Celeste's statement. "There are two. One must be a vampire." He knew because it still carried echoes of living essence within it. "The other I can't say for certain. It's incorporeal, that I can be certain of."

Rumia was now on her feet, deciding how to approach the situation. Her first priority was protecting her own, and she was more than confident of her combat abilities. "Klay, take Commander Celeste's sigil and head for the Citadel. Nela, alert our people. I don't think they can find a way to the city proper, but I don't take chances. We'll stop them before they get close."

"Hmm, guess you weren't lying about being a good soldier." Arakash gave a nod and smile of approval.

Rumia smiled back, then realized what she was doing. "Are any of you combat capable?"

"I am," Celeste said. "I don't have much energy for spellcasting, but I can fight. And even the presence of a daeva weakens the undead."

"I'll help." Ada reached for one of the sarite crystals which she had until now declined out of a wish to not be a burden. "I owe it to all of you."

"Me, too." Shiara was not letting Ada fight without her. "I've exhausted my magic, so don't expect much from me."

"Have you looked at me?" Arakash scoffed at the question. "If I had blood, I'd be dead in a pool of it right now."

"Easy fix, hold still." Rumia concentrated and tapped into one of the more advanced spell techniques of void magics. Reality distorted around the noctrel, locking on to old patterns and bringing them to the forefront. Arakash's body rippled as if a calm lake had been disrupted by a stone, and where the waves traveled the body warped back into proper form.

"I didn't think healing magic worked on you," Shiara said

"I didn't think healing worked on me, either." Arakash spread his wings and tested his arm. The pain was gone and mobility was restored to full. "Isylans are full of surprises."

Rumia smiled again. "It's temporal magic rather than creation. Healing infuses a person with life essence, while void magic can be used to warp time time and make it as if the injury never occurred in the first place. With skill, we can fix anything, even broken weapons or furniture."

She reached for one of the lesser crystals. Like most powerful spells, it came with a prohibitive cost of personal strength. She had at best three uses of that spell before she found herself bedridden.

"That sounds convenient." Shiara couldn't make sense of the odd interplay between Arakash and Rumia, but she knew she hated it. "You should teach Ada how to do that."

Rumia looked at Ada for a moment, but said nothing.

"Let us deal with the immediate threat first." Knowing what they both suspected, Celeste came to Rumia's rescue. "We need to see what we face, and then develop an attack plan."

"Yes, commander." Rumia didn't bother touching the wall this time. She tapped into the chaotic maze of warped space twisted through the Void, and found the appropriate gateway. The energy costs were minimal here in Isylan territory, where the major tunnels had existed for centuries. It took her little effort to open their path to the enemy.

They stepped out on the top of the burnt yellow plateau, not far from the canyon in which the river traveled. In the distance, a decomposing menagerie shambled toward them, heedless of the countless traps the Isylans had constructed.

Hide and flesh sloughed from the bears, wolves, cougars, boar, and lisks which had in their deaths been turned to soldiers for the Black Pillar. Beneath their feet swarmed the small animals that no longer knew fear of their former predators. Above, the birds flew in spite of having no feathers and little flesh remaining on their wings. There were some human dead in the swarm, but they were few.

Too far away for any but Celeste to see, a man dressed in blood-stained fineries of Karanan tradition led from the back, sending his horrors to kill at his command so that he could 'live' as a coward.

Shiara focused on turning her fear into anger, in the hope that it would bring greater strength. "Now would be a great time for one of us to have a plan."

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A/N- Portal magic is my favorite thing. It means I don't have to worry about logical travel times.

Also... I came up with the 'heal via reversing time' thing long before a couple well-known anime did it. Although I'm pretty sure I stole it from an old scifi film, so... *shrug*
 
Chapter 27- Playing with fire.
Celeste took a slow breath, considering the situation. She would never say it out loud, due in no small part to the fact that doing so would spell doom for the Isylan population, but most of their people were weak. While many inherited complex and invaluable abilities to twist space and time from Kiara's bloodline, her world-cracking power had been diluted over the generations. After Rasha's death, only Rumia and Adageyudi could claim to possess true power.

In summary: the people standing beside her were the only salvation for the city behind them.

She looked to Shiara. "Do you trust me?"

Shiara hesitated; that was not the sort of question one wanted to hear on the battlefield. "What do you need?"

"Trust," Celeste said. "I don't have time to explain Attunement on the battlefield, but if you're willing to trust me, I can work with your magic."

"R-right, like we did when healing Ada?"

"Similar," Celeste said. "Now, concentrate on the strongest focus spell you have. Think about setting one of them on fire, draw upon and use the spell, but don't choose one target. Think about it for each of them, individually. Slow down for a moment before you complete the spell."

"That..." Shiara took a slow breath. "Okay, I'll try. All of them. Every one. An entire army of zombie animals, with just my power alone." A dark thought crossed her mind: she has that power, it was just a question of how many of her friends would die if she used it.

Celeste had other concerns. She and Shiara weren't too dissimilar in the nature of their magic, though they had a different balance and different core power. Her power was focused upon creation, drawing power from possibility. The power of the soul, the power of turning Nothing into Something. She felt Shiara's magic blossom outward, and changed it before it erupted. Instead of burning one of the countless undead, it burned the concept of an army.

In practical terms, the wave of walking corpses became a wave of walking corpses that were now on fire. Some small few of the dead had the presence of mind to scream in agony or attempt to retreat from the inferno that had been an army, but most marched forward even as the smallest and most fail of their numbers crumbled to ash and bone fragments.

Shiara looked away and fought down her tears. This is different.

"Are you okay?" Ada moved closer to Shiara. She knew something was wrong, though she mistook the reason. "Don't exhaust yourself early; this is a marathon, not a sprint."

"I... I'll be fine, just give me a moment." Shiara took comfort in the support of her princess, even if it wasn't the way she would have liked.

Then rain started falling upon the corpses, fighting back the fire. Charred corpses grew more visible by the moment.

"Wait... that's not fair!" Shiara shouted at the scene before her. "They're undead! They can't do that! Even the ones that have some weird tainted powers don't have elemental spells!"

True statements, to the best of all of their understanding of the world. "Once again, Shadowblight doesn't care what you think is possible," Arakash said.

"You did an excellent job," Rumia said. "Now it's time for me to do my part." She slotted her arrow in spite of the distance, but kept it aimed at the ground. Space and time folded around her, twisted into a long-practiced and familiar form. Her perceptions mapped the battlefield in four dimensions as best they could. Near the hoards her senses faltered; the overwhelming tainted aura disrupted her magic.

"Celeste, I'll need your guidance," Rumia said. "This much taint is warping my magic."

"Of course." A quick incantation from the daeva pulsed outward against the distorting effects of the taint, then folded inward. Celeste frowned, closed her eyes, and pushed as much power as she dare into her aura, driving back the darkness and forcing her spell through.

Rumia smiled. "Thank you." With her focused enhanced by Celeste's bolstering magic and the conflicting energies cancelling one another out to a significant extent, she returned to the map of reality created by her tendrils of void. She drew her bow and fired down in front of her feet. In the distance, a bear rocked sideways as the arrow impacted its skull. It fell into what might have been a deer, though both managed to right themselves.

"That was incredible," Shiara said. "How many times can you do that?"

"A few hundred, normally. Perhaps half that with all the taint in the way. " Rumia smiled at the redhead's enthusiasm. "I did say I was a better soldier than leader."

Arakash huffed at the show of magic, if only to hide his concern. He was coming to understand how Kiara was able to face a Pillar of Reality and come away the victor. He wasn't a mystical scholar, but even he could appreciate how terrifying the power wielded by Isylans would be when backed by the raw power of a Goddess. "Next time, don't waste a shot on the skull. They don't need eyes to see or brains to think, if they think at all. Aim for the legs, take their mobility."

Shiara turned to face the demon. "An awful lot of words for someone who's done nothing to help so far."

"I'd say giving advice is about the most I can do right now." Arakash smiled now that Shiara wasn't. "Noctrel magic works best against living things. Against the walking dead, our only advantage is we're not vulnerable to taint. And the ability to offer advice." He wasn't an expert on that subject, either, but noctrel didn't have to fear death by a single organ being pierced, either. He hoped they didn't realize he revealed the best way to fight his people as well.

Rumia fired another shot, and another, during the argument. The bear's left leg and left arm came off at the joints, causing it to fall on its side. While it didn't stop coming, it was quite a bit slower now. "Thank you for the advice. Never had to fight the dead, before." Her smile grim, she began picking off limbs one at a time.

"Nice shot." Arakash kept smiling, watching the light blush creep up Rumia's face while luxuriating in Shiara's impotent rage. "But we need a way to wipe out more of their numbers before we're overrun."

A wave of distorted time shot forward at waist height. It wasn't much wider than a man at the shoulders, nor was it fast by spell standards. Against a foe smart enough to move, it wouldn't be much use, but where it struck it cleaved flesh, bone, and anything else in its path. In its wake, a path of shattered bodies were left behind, ignored by the horrors marching on either side of them. "I... I won't be the only one who doesn't fight." Ada gasped as she bent over and rested her hands on her knees. "Sorry, that was harder than I expected."

Rumia stared with wide eyes at Ada. "Don't apologize, that was incredible." Skill and finesse were lacking, but the only Isylan she had ever witnessed who could work with time magic to that extent was her mother. "You're more talented than you realize."

"Still doesn't do us much good. You've destroyed perhaps a twentieth of their numbers." Arakash rather enjoyed being the bearer of bad news, and again made certain Shiara was looking at him. "At this rate, we'll have to abandon Isyla to the dead."

"Leave that to me." With all the passion of the inferno she unleashed, Shiara turned to face Celeste. "Can you do that thing you did before with my magic?"

Celeste resisted the urge to glance at Arakash, but she had to wonder how much of his needling was a ploy to anger Shiara and push her into using her power to its fullest. The manipulative demon's talent for being worst combination of frustrating and useful didn't seem to be going away any time soon. "I believe I have strength enough for one more."

"Good, let's use it." Shiara's voice crackled with internal heat, moments before her skin burst into flame. Flesh converted to fire, she drew into the true reservoir of her strength, and hoped that Celeste's control would succeed where her own failed time and time again.

Celeste began muttering under her breath, twisting and warping the flow of magic and mathematical principles of creation magic. A value added, another reduced, function begetting form and reality changed for a brief moment.

There wasn't time enough for the army to react to the conflagration that erupted from within their cores. Small bones reduced to ash, large bones converted into shrapnel propelled by the explosive heat. Above, the supernatural rainclouds were dissipated and Rumia's sensory magics were eradicated alongside much of the Taint of undeath; Shiara's Aspect had forced back all other forms of magic.

The fire burned out as fast as it had erupted; it had consumed all possible fuel and left nothing to sustain itself in the scorched earth.

Shiara's elemental form flickered out, leaving a young redhead gasping for breath. "Good." She gasped again. "Enough?" She collapsed to her knees, and the leaves beneath her legs began to smolder.

"Well, you solved the first problem." Arakash pointed at the distance, behind the ashen field that was once an army, where two humanoid figures stood. "The cannon fodder is gone, and it accomplished its purpose by forcing us to burn up most of our magic. Now we just have to kill the enemy generals. Who were hand-crafted by Shadowblight, Itself."

Shiara didn't have the strength to hold her head up and watch them approach, let alone make a clever remark.

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A/N- Sorry for the delay. I think it's no exaggeration to say that it's been a crazy week for everyone. I am no exception. On the plus side, I remain free of Wuhan Flu for the time being. Here's hoping it stays that way.

Also: Rumia's more specialized in warping space as opposed to Ada's time-oriented spells. In terms of raw power, she's not a match for Ada... but with a bow, she can be described as "everything everyone hates about snipers, but now cover doesn't work. Primary weakness is that of all other magic- too much opposing energy (AKA- the battlefield aura) weakens certain magic types. Void mages are weakened by just about all other types.
 
Character Sheet: Rumia
Rumia

Purple hair, like Ada, but darker in color.

Theme music: Piano based like Ada, but harder, a little 'stern' if that makes any sense. Still retain the sad element, but with a sort of... melancholic strength to it? I'd be better at this if I knew any damn thing about music theory.

This is close enough for now:



Class: Sniper Mage

"The nightmare will end, even if I have to kill it myself."

5'10'' (178cm), Deep purple eyes, indigo hair, moderately dark hair.

Hobbies:

STATS: (Note, stats increase with levels, so what will be listed is a grading scale of A-F suggesting what you can expect of this character compared to equivalent levels).

Strength: D

Agility: A

Vitality: C

Intelligence: A

Perception: A

Willpower: B

Elements: Void

Combat Style: Sniper From Hell. Contrary to Hollywood bullshit, a bow is not a woman's weapon. It's not even most mens' weapon... only the upper limits of human strength and endurance can use a combat bow effectively. Or... you can cheat with magic. Which is where Rumia comes in.

Thanks to a few of her abilities, Rumia is a crit machine. Her physical damage output is on paper the weakest of any physical attacker, but with a couple buffs her critical hit rate is something like 90+%. And since crits great for weakening opponents with a variety of status afflictions (bleeding, slowing, accuracy reduction, and so forth)... this is where she becomes deadly.

Also, she makes a pretty good dodge-tank when buffed.

BASE ABILITIES: These are natural traits available to Rumia.

Void Adaptation: Rumia doesn't suffer from the numerous disorienting side effects of Void exposure.

Meldcast Effect: None. Like Ada, she doesn't have a meldcast ability.


WEAPON TYPE:

Void Bow: Rumia carries a high quality Isylan bow that packs a good punch (relative to her strength). In terms of direct damage, she'll be lower in base damage than Wynd, but on average will be far more devastating as an archer.

Arrows: Rumia starts with a supply of heavy arrows, but will be burning up ammo and have a need to buy others. Arrows will be easy enough to purchase throughout most of the game, and can come with numerous specialty effects like elemental damage or alchemical agents.

ARMOR TYPE:

Voidwarped Leathers- Rumia starts with these unusually powerful armor (for the stage in the game) and won't get much in the way of upgrades, save for magical enhancements.


MAGIC STYLES: Rumia is a Void mage whose abilities revolve primarily around portals and space-warping. Rumia is not a primary caster, so she can't cast many spells without taking time to recover.

Glimpse the Void. Expensive spell that involves encasing the target in a field of warped space that grants buffs to attack and move speed, and a major buff to accuracy and evasion. Inflicts serious void exposure penalties.

Embrace the Void. A longer duration upgrade to Glimpse the Void. More expensive, but more cost effective over time. Most useful during boss fights.

Mend: A unique Isylan healing spell that reverses damage done temporally. Can heal any target, so long as the damage was fairly recent (a few weeks at the longest).

Pinhole: Her primary attack spell, creates a tiny warp in space that will allow a single arrow to pass through, then exit at any point within her fire range. She likes going for the eyes. This spell does not have a cooldown, so it can be used as fast as Rumia can fire off arrows.

Warp: A short-range teleport that allows the target to travel approximately ten seconds of running in a single instant. Inflicts disorientation and nausea to those who aren't void resistant.

Broken Path: Debuff, sends the victim a distance back along the route they came. Inflicts same debuffs as warp.

Teleportation: A spell that can take the caster or target anywhere across the battlefield, defensive and offensive uses. Inflicts void exposure and has a high mana cost. Can be particularly useful in playing with map terrain.

Void Distortion: AoE attack that inflicts void exposure to any caught in the radius.

Deflect: This spell makes a ranged attack, including spells, go off course by about 30 degrees.

Reflect: Higher cost spell that can turn many ranged attacks against the attacker. Expensive and requires good timing on the part of the player. Ranges from useless to god-tier based upon player's ability.

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A/N- Welcome to the game's heavily skill-based mobile super-sniper. Rumia's the first character that ranges from worthless to god-tier depending almost entirely on how well the player bothers to learn her mechanics.
 
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