Spirit's Journey || Ellis & Xanthe Dec 21, 2016 0:36:40 GMT -7
Post by Ellis Danton on Dec 21, 2016 0:36:40 GMT -7
Early Evening on the 9th of the Scales of Judgement
The Attonja Village
When Ellis awoke, it was all at once and with a severe pain that jolted the nerves of his body; his eyes were spotted with white; and he wasn't sure if he was alive, or dead.
As his senses came back to him, he realized he was certainly alive. He was in a tent of some kind - like Xanthe's, but not quite as big. The room smelled of incense, and he heard a humming from somewhere. He tried to sit up, but there was a weight on his chest that was too much for him to bear. He managed to wheeze out Xanthe's name, and the humming stopped. A woman - a woman he recognized - moved into view and put a warm hand to his cheek. "Jaun ted'joan, fa hoxudi luma." She was the one who found his hair so funny. One of the people that took to him quickly. His mind seared as he tried to remember what had happened, but all he could remember was protecting Xanthe from Kav'nok.
"Xanthe," He managed to say again, trying to sit up. The woman forced him back down and shook her head. "Tra raud'et fa, thys xez zosa hydi. Ta tudba ta xyf'ux fa. Oh fa feba, os lod exdi had lenta. Nats. Nats, tedjoan." Ellis shook his head, and she chuckled. "Oh yi sad fa l'rus ruvax'et, lod fa nats?" He didn't nod, but he also didn't shake his head, and she laughed again. She pulled a stool over and took a seat, pressing her hands to his chest as she spoke in some kind of massage that felt equally amazing and horrible. "Kav'nok ruj nudi'et ud seta l're hads y'xtas'da'et thi fa. Sai usum'et ux p'neyv eh vauqamavanz se tsev Xanthe. Kav'nok hads Xanthe lut th'doxj'et thi uhamsoex hen fa. Sa vauqamavanz hosa'et thum thys sus lut l'rus Kav'nok jatona'et. Attonja joa'et, di Kav'nok y'ta'et os se synx fena upuox'ts Xanthe, abax oh Xanthe tsav'et jelx. Fa tuba'ux Xanthe mexbox'qa'et yt eh fa voasi, tedjoan."
"Xanthe? Kav'nok?" Ellis was finding it easier to speak, but his fear over what had happened was gripping him too deeply for him to expand. The woman nodded, "Kav'nok di rot p'neyv lana awoda'et. Xanthe ta nats'ux, kyts doma fa. Os thaax sle juiz xel..."
Ellis shot up like a bolt of lightning. He groaned in pain afterwards, and the woman tried to push him back down, but he pushed her hand away as he tried to stand. He hadn't seen himself, but as he looked down he saw a massive scar on his chest. He barely remembered Kav'nok cutting him... But he did remember Xanthe healing him. "La mufa rana hen vauqa. Hen y'xosi. Se... Se..." He tried to think of the words, but his Attonian wasn't perfect, "Upna. Xanthe luxs'et... Tyvens." The woman nodded, "Xanthe v'neba'et se yt sus la fyts tyvens ran. Xanthe m'xelz thats. Ud lod hedel ran xel."
Ellis was surprised. Had he translated right? Xanthe must have done some impressive speaking to turn what he had seen, into what was now being passed to him. "La fyts pe. Sai una luosoxp hen yt. Hen vauqa, la ruba se. " Ellis stumbled out of the bed and went to the entrance. The woman tried to stop him, but as she realized that he was not to be stopped, she offered her aid instead. He was almost two feet taller than her, so she couldn't support him well, but she held things open for him, and moved people out of the way as he lurched to Xanthe's tent. There were two guards on either side of its entrance, and Ellis assumed they would simply let him pass - but he was wrong.
Spears were lowered, crossing one another to block his path and he groaned as his momentum was halted. "Yi xaj se ta ran." The guards shook their heads, and the woman attempted to speak to them for Ellis, to convince them. Even her words were unheeded. They continued to tell Ellis that she needed rest, that she was not to be interrupted. "Jexes fa y'xjantsuxj!? " Ellis finally let his frustration overtake him and knocked the spears with his hand. He had been slashed to pieces by a blade, what could a spearhead do that was worse? The guards strengthened their grips and pointed them to Ellis, "Vauqa ta ex sa doxa! La xaj se pe se sa jaosi reyta. V'dauta."
Perhaps it was the words he said, perhaps it was the desperation in his voice, perhaps it was the way he had sacrificed himself for Xanthe -- or some combination of the three, but the guards looked at one another, and stepped aside. Ellis didn't know what to expect, but he imagined Xanthe was sleeping. Instead, he saw something that stilled him. She was silent, unmoving. He realized he had never seen her sleep - she always fell asleep after him, and woke up before him... But this still didn't look like sleep. It was almost as if there was something off... Magnetically.
He approached her slowly, whispering her name, then speaking it. She didn't respond. "Xanthe rut xez lemax toxqa Kav'nok," One of the guards spoke, almost morosely. As if he were speaking of his mother, or even a god, let alone a chief. Ellis didn't know what to do, or say. Xanthe was the one who teleported them there. Ellis didn't even know where he was in the country. He didn't know which direction to go to find the temple. His heart was beating in his ears, and he felt lost. He felt like a nobody.
"La xaj ux pyoja," He manages to sputter finally, "Tefaexa se suma yt sneypr sa jaosi s'na. " The guards shook their heads once more, telling him only Xanthe could do that. And with that, all hope was lose.
Ellis, a voice in his head spoke gently. At first, he thought it might be someone else in the room, but no one else could hear it. Don't give up. You can't give up.
And so he wouldn't.
"Yi lod suma ran."
Jaun ted'joan, fa hoxudi luma. - DEAR SOLDIER, YOU FINALLY WAKE.
Tra raud'et fa, thys xez zosa hydi. Ta tudba ta xyf'ux fa. Oh fa feba, os lod exdi had lenta. - SHE HEALED YOU, BUT NOT QUITE FULLY. THE SALVE IS NUMBING YOU. IF YOU MOVE, IT WILL ONLY FEEL WORSE.
Nats. Nats, tedjoan. - REST. REST, SOLDIER.
Oh yi sad fa l'rus ruvax'et, lod fa nats? - IF I TELL YOU WHAT HAPPENED, WILL YOU REST?
Kav'nok ruj nudi'et ud seta l're hads y'xtas'da'et thi fa. Sai usum'et ux p'neyv eh vauqamavanz se tsev Xanthe. Kav'nok hads Xanthe lut th'doxj'et thi uhamsoex hen fa. Sa vauqamavanz hosa'et thum thys sus lut l'rus Kav'nok jatona'et. Attonja joa'et, di Kav'nok y'ta'et os se synx fena upuox'ts Xanthe, abax oh Xanthe tsav'et jelx. Fa tuba'ux Xanthe mexbox'qa'et yt eh fa voasi, tedjoan. - KAV'NOK HAD RALLIED ALL THOSE WHO FELT UNSETTLED BY YOU. THEY ATTACKED A GROUP OF PEACEKEEPERS TO STOP XANTHE. HE FELT SHE WAS BLINDED BY AFFECTION FOR YOU. THE PEACEKEEPERS FOUGHT BACK - BUT THAT WAS WHAT KAV'NOK DESIRED. OUR PEOPLE DIED, AND HE USED IT TO TURN MORE AGAINST XANTHE. WHEN YOU BOTH RETURNED... HE WAS PLANNING TO KILL XANTHE, EVEN IF SHE STEPPED DOWN. YOU SAVING HER CONVINCED US OF YOUR PIETY, SOLDIER.
Kav'nok di rot p'neyv lana awoda'et. Xanthe ta nats'ux, kyts doma fa. Os thaax sle juiz xel... - KAV'NOK AND HIS GROUP WERE EXILED/KILLED. XANTHE IS RESTING, JUST LIKE YOU. IT'S BEEN TWO DAYS NOW...
La mufa rana hen vauqa. Hen y'xosi. Se... Se... - WE CAME HERE FOR PEACE. FOR UNITY. TO... TO...
Upna. Xanthe luxs'et... Tyvens. - AGREE. XANTHE WANTED... SUPPORT.
Xanthe v'neba'et se yt sus la fyts tyvens ran. Xanthe m'xelz thats. Ud lod hedel ran xel. - SHE PROVED TO US THAT WE MUST SUPPORT HER. SHE KNOWS BEST. ALL WILL FOLLOW HER NOW.
La fyts pe. Sai una luosoxp hen yt. Hen vauqa, la ruba se. - WE MUST GO. THEY ARE WAITING FOR US. FOR PEACE, WE HAVE TO.
Yi xaj se ta ran. - I NEED TO SEE HER.
Jexes fa y'xjantsuxj!? - DON'T YOU UNDERSTAND?!
Vauqa ta ex sa doxa! La xaj se pe se sa jaosi reyta. V'dauta. - PEACE IS ON THE LINE! WE NEED TO GO TO THE TEMPLE. PLEASE.
Xanthe rut xez lemax toxqa Kav'nok. - SHE HASN'T WOKEN SINCE KAV'NOK
La xaj ux pyoja. - WE NEED A GUIDE
Tefaexa se suma yt sneypr sa jaosi s'na. - SOMEONE TO TAKE US THROUGH THE JAOSI S'NA.
Yi lod suma ran. - I'LL TAKE HER.
The 10th of the Scales of Judgement
The Wilds of Atton
The village had done much to help Ellis prepare for the journey. They had given him as many preserves and as much water as he could carry, and had built a kind of body sling he could wear that Xanthe would fit inside. With that, he would be able to carry her on his back. In would be a hard trek - they all knew it - but they also knew that it was a necessary one. They offered him guides to get him to the edge of the protected area... But no one would leave. They were too afraid of what was beyond the village. Ellis would need to go alone.
They also advised Ellis that he could not return to the village after he left. It only appeared to those who knew where it was... Which, as he had always arrived through the Jaosi S'na, he certainly did not. But Ellis understood. He felt as though he were not truly alone in this journey. There was a voice guiding him. The voice was not Ayniea, he did not think... But it felt godly.
Ellis wasn't wrong. It seemed that every time he became lost, or became threatened, the storm clouds would roll in, and lightning would flash. He would follow it, and somehow find himself on the right path once again. This had helped him through dense forests, away from the tricky Deyws, and around mountains that blocked his path. The only things it didn't seem to know how to bypass, unfortunately... Were invaders camps. He had managed to pass them on his own most of the time, utilizing his scout's stealth, and wisdom... But then he had come upon Fort Giakohs. It was hidden from his eyes by illusions, and trapped with plenty of magic. It was here, that his journey was stalled.
"Halt!" Was the command, but Ellis didn't have time for it. If he hadn't lost track of the sun, today was the tenth, maybe even the eleventh. Pelagia had long expected their call, and Feofil had long expected their return. He was certain that they were somewhat concerned. He was worried that Pelagia was angry. He was terrified that Erik might have ruined something by now. "I said halt, savage!"
Ellis didn't realize that he likely didn't look like an Aurcaeli soldier. If he had, he thought, he would have been shot on sight. Instead, his chest wound and his face had been painted by the Attonja, and he wore leather tribal armor... Even with pale skin, in the dark of the night he could pass for one of Xanthe's people. It certainly did hurt that he carried her. Perhaps he ought to keep up the charade. "P-peace!" He cried out, attempting to emulate Xanthe's accent as much as he could manage.
"Weapons down, savage!" The voice called back again, and a blast of magic ran past Ellis' ear - a warning. This wasn't going to work. The only weapon he had was a sword offered to him by the tribe - he didn't know it was Kav'nok's, that it had been slashed through his chest - and that wouldn't do much to distant magic users he couldn't see. But he could try. Instead of moving around the hidden camp - he'd move through it. He began to take slow steps forward, not raising his hands. "Peace!" He called again, and he could see a ball of fire being conjured mere feet away. If he ran, he might be able to slash the holder. In their shock, perhaps he'd have time to disappear into the night.
Or this would be the end.
His hand quickly dropped to the sword as he moved forward, running suddenly and forth and giving the mages a decent shock. It slowed the mage enough to permit Ellis to knock his hands down - he didn't use the blade of the sword, but the hilt, as he didn't want to harm his target permanently - and then grabbed him to use as a hostage. "Peace!" He called again, "P-passage only!" He backed away from the mages that quickly lit up the area with magic lights, preventing Ellis from hiding in the darkness. In the light, Ellis' pale skin became obvious, and so did his red hair. None of the guards had ever seen an Attonja like him.
"Well, this is interesting," The voice came from behind him, and he jumped suddenly, losing his grip on the hostage as he worried more about Xanthe's safety than his own. The man who had appeared out of nowhere was a Kina, that much was clear. His skin was red, and he seemed towering, even though Ellis was certainly taller. The man was muscled to the point that Ellis might have guessed his veins were muscled as well, and his eyes were a piercing white. Ellis had never seen the man before, but he was certain this was Gilles, leader of the Rielcians. "What are you doing with that native, boy?"
Ellis took some offense to being called a boy. He was younger than Gilles - maybe - but not by much, and he certainly wasn't a child. His hand gripped the sword more tightly and Gilles shook his head. "Don't bother, or you won't be leaving here. And it certainly looks as though that might be important to you. Answer me question."
Ellis looked down and scowled, but managed an answer, "P-protect... Yi uf v'nesaqs'ux ran." Gilles' looked taken aback, but interested, at the way that Ellis had just spoken Attonian so smoothly. In fact, it got the gears turning in his head, "We can't permit you to simply come and go as you please, soldier. We'll be taking you inside. Will you comply?"
No, of course he didn't. This was time sensitive. He couldn't simply go along with this - particularly not with Xanthe. She was too important. And he couldn't go along with it when the voice was alive in his mind, encouraging him to fight, to get Xanthe to where she needed to be. "Yi xaj rad'v," He told the voice, and Gilles looked confused, telling Ellis he did not understand Attonian, telling him he needed to speak proper common. Ellis responded by slashing with the sword.
Gilles was the General for a reason, however, and blew Ellis back with a quick puff of his breath. Ellis went tumbling and he regretted his decision as he felt Xanthe crunch beneath him. Gilles began to walk over to his prone form, a ball of some kind of terrifying evocation magic forming in his hand with little effort. He shook his head at Ellis, "I was prepared to do this nicely but--"
A massive crash of thunder interrupted Gilles' speech, and lightning flashed in a way that blinded almost all who dared keep their eyes open. As his eyes adjusted to the darkness following the light, Ellis gasped in shock at what he saw - and so did many of the guards. Gilles, as seemed his style, remained impassive. Towering above them - towering above the fort - was an incredibly beast unlike that which Ellis had ever seen. It looked to be made of the same bark as the Jaosi S'na, charred, but crackling with energy, and while it had a shape that was almost humanoid, its face was a cage of electricity. Ellis feared that had made a horrific mistake, but the voice in his head told him to remain calm. He had no reason to fret.
Gilles, on the other hand, did.
The creature didn't make any sounds like a roar, a cry, or anything of the sort - but the thunder that crashed in the air seemed almost like its own battle cry. The beast was unhappy, certainly, and Gilles was quick to understand why. He eyed Ellis with more curiosity than before - an almost desperate interest - but he called for his men to retreat into the fort, and he disappeared almost as swiftly as he appeared - leaving Ellis alone, sitting beneath this gigantic creature.
The thing crashed with thunder once more, and it reached down with a gnarled hand for Ellis. He wanted to move, to roll out of the way, perhaps protect Xanthe in some way, but the voice urged him to be still. So instead, all he could do was hope that he wasn't being tricked. The hand of the creature fell over him, trapping him like a cage, and blue light began to crackle through the bars of this new cage. The feeling was familiar, and Ellis found himself wishing he had met this creature earlier.
His body was tugged, pulled, and sent rippling somewhere else... And when his vision fixed... He was at a familiar tree. He was at the temple.
Yi uf v'nesaqs'ux ran - I AM PROTECTING HER.
Yi xaj rad'v - I NEED HELP