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The dagger scored a cut on Obsidian's arm. It bled black. Obsidian hissed and turned to face the now-empty air, but did not stop the ooze. -
"Not... mortal..." Obsidian hissed.
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The soldiers led Yerik and Hyron out of the throne room and up a set of stairs. And up... and up... and up. Finally they stopped. "Here we are." The rooms were circular, stacked one on top of the other inside the winding of the stairs. They were all lit with the same strange metal lights that had illuminated the throne room. The decorations were austere but not totally bare. There were no windows. The guards that had led them there stood at attention outside each of the doors.
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A soldier approached, bearing Miyako's sword, and bowed in offering. The Queen appeared in the doorway, her skin even paler than it had been before, and rushed over to her daughter's side. A man in gold robes knelt besides her, his hands hovering over where Miyako had cut her, evidently performing some sort of healing magic. He bowed and moved back silently as the Queen approached to Theenvelop her daughter in a hug. "Oh, Mariel," she murmured. "I'm so sorry." Mariel smiled. "It's alright, Mother. It doesn't hurt anymore." Lethe squeezed even tighter. "They'll never hurt you again. I promise you that. They won't get within-" The princess looked up. "No!" The Queen blinked in surprise, but let her continue. "Can I... have them? To practice on?" The Queen hesitated for a moment. "Are you sure?" she replied with concern. Mariel's nod was firm. "Yes. I'm sure. Please?" A sigh. "Alright." Lethe kissed her daughter's forehead lightly. "Tomorrow. You should rest." She stood up, her eyes lingering on Mariel as she was carried from the room. Then she turned to the others. "My soldiers will take you to your rooms," she said briskly. "We will discuss the terms of your service tomorrow."
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Obsidian recoiled from the impact but did not let go. The black goo continued to spread. "No," he said, his voice slurring. "Shouldn't... hurt. Unless..." The pain of a chain slamming against the face hit Dave abruptly.
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The path of the arrows curved to follow Miyako.
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"Yes," replied Obsidian candidly. "You will become part of the whole."
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"Very well," said the Queen. "Lay down your weapons- including your water- and tell your friend to, ah, calm down."
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Obsidian gripped Dave's hand with viselike strength. Black liquid oozed from his hand and began to spread down Dave's arm. The responding silence was deafening. "Hello?" she called out again, a note of panic entering into her voice.
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Old Wounds, Part 1
Clang.
Clang.
Clang.
It was dusk.
The two men had been fighting for hours, ringing their weapons against each other under the slowly setting sun. Or at least, it had felt like hours; time was strange here, in this land of dreams and shadows. As far as they knew, it had always been dusk.
To anyone watching, it was clear that the taller of the two was winning. Clad in all black, and wielding a spear to match, he swung as though he had only just begun to fight. Each movement was precise, controlled, and powerful, and he pressed the offense relentlessly.
His opponent, by contrast, showed every second of their battle upon his face. The clattering of his tarnished silver armor mingled with his heavy breaths as he struggled to block each of the Black Knight's terrifying swings with his own weapon- a broken sword, the blade snapped off a few inches above the hilt. Despite all this, he somehow seemed to be managing to hold off his opponent's unyielding attack.
But then his foot caught on a patch of uneven ground, throwing off his stance. It was only for a fraction of a second, but that was enough. The Black Knight's spear crashed into the Silver Knight's shoulder, knocking him off his feet and sending him sprawling to the ground in a clatter of metal on stone. "Yield," the Silver Knight forced out immediately, but his opponent - the clear victor - had already halted.
"That was well fought," declared the Black Knight.
The Silver Knight looked up balefully. "Don't lie to me."
A snort. "You of all people should know I would never give you a false compliment. Besides, you didn't let me finish. I was going to say, that was well fought for someone who insists on fighting with a broken sword."
The Silver Knight glanced at his sword. The jagged edge of the break was dull, worn down by time. His eyes closed. "You know why I use this weapon. Why I have to."
"It won't last you forever," warned the Black Knight in a low voice. "You know that."
"Yes," replied the Silver Knight tonelessly. "I know." He flexed his legs, preparing to sit up - then let out a grunt of pain and grabbed his shoulder. Leaking out from under his collar were a few drops of blood.
The Black Knight immediately knelt down to take a closer look at the injury. "What? I didn't hit you that hard... did I?"
"No," the Silver Knight panted, his eyes closed. "Old- old wounds."
The Black Knight sucked in a sharp breath. "Oh."
They sat for several minutes in silence, remembering.
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Anikel coughed. "Um. About that." From the entryway, archers loosed a volley of arrows at Miyako. They seemed to curve as they approached her, seeking her blood. But you wouldn't be dead! snapped the voice. Look, I have a plan to get you out of here. Getting captured is part of it.
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Obsidian regarded Dave for a moment. Then he extended his hand, reaching out to grab Dave's arm. --- Ilvaite opened her eyes. She was in a room she had never been in before. It was well furnished, but completely empty. "Hello?" she called out.
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Obsidian paused to think. "Something... large."
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"Empty," Obsidian replied. "Ah... Hungry."
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Obsidian sighed. "O.. K."
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Obsidian furrowed his brow then shook his head.
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Obsidian nodded. "Kitchen?"
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The soldier blinked, eyes unfocusing in confusion as they started to plummet towards the floor. "What...?" Accept the deal, the voice urged.
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"Which was a defense against yours." The Queen regarded Hyron through the soldier's eyes. "But I would be willing to accept your service as a recompense."
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The soldier who had pushed Miyako into the ceiling shoved her to the side as they fell, throwing off her trajectory. Another red-clad soldier blasted off from behind Miyako and intercepted her fall, pushing her face first towards the nearest wall. Why are you fighting? exclaimed the voice in exasperation. Did you forget that's exactly how you got into this mess in the first place?
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"I am afraid I cannot allow that," the Queen replied. "No one on this island is allowed to leave. Besides, you injured my daughter." Even through the soldier's voice, the anger in those words was unmistakable. "Do you think you deserve to go free, unpunished?"
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"But this does benefit you, child," the Queen explained patiently in the soldier's voice. "Since when was I ever first in attacking you? It is you who sought this conflict out. You have burdened yourselves with your own mistakes." A soldier in red armor rocketed upwards from the floor as Miyako jumped. In the blink of an eye, he intercepted her graceful parabola and slammed her into the ceiling. What are you doing? screamed the voice in Miyako's ear.
