In Sector Nine, Eris comes face to face with Rhaenys, and Basher receives a chilling prophecy. ((Freebuild))
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#10; Mother Murder
"They're dangerous, Kaira!" Keira shouted, putting a hand on her sister's shoulder. Kaira scowled and shook the hand off. "They're my friend. Just because your little boyfriend wasn't good enough, doesn't mean you have to take it out on me!" She shouted. Since James had died, Kaira had been spending more and more time with Arryk and Stefan, leaving Keira out in the cold. "This is not about him. This is about you!" Keira insisted. Kaira shook her head. "No, this is about you, and how you can't bear the fact that I have friends and you don't. For once, I'm doing better than you, and you can't handle it!"
Kaira turned and stormed off, leaving Keira alone. Why couldn't she see? Those boys were bad for her. And later, Keira would have to fight one of them.
The second fight took the same format as the first; Keira was pitted against Arryk, both of them using live steel, in front of Mr Leon himself, and several guards. The death of the loser came as a surprise last time; this time, both of them knew what to expect. They picked up their swords and circled each other slowly. "I killed your boyfriend, and now I'm going to kill you too." Arryk taunted. Keira refused to rise to it.
After a few minutes, Arryk got fed up of waiting, as Keira knew he would. He lunged forwards, hefting his sword above his head and bringing it down towards her. She met his swing and turned the blade aside, slashing down with her own and gashing his thigh. He grunted in pain and moved back, but it wasn't over yet. He made several more clumsy attacks and Keira easily dodged each one.
"Stand and fight you little whore." Arryk snarled. When he made his next attack, Keira didn't run. She blocked his strike and spun aside, cutting open his stomach, spraying blood across the floor of the ornate wooden sitting room. This time, he cried out loud. It was over, and yet continued for several more minutes, Keira dancing around and leaving cuts all over her foe. He was bleeding in almost a dozen places when she finally finished it, ducking under a sluggish cut and plunging her sword into his heart from behind.
The following events are set between the 25th and the 30th of August
Cormal trudged through the sand. It had taken days of searching and tracking, but he'd finally found Eris. When Rhaenys had first told him she was alive, he had struggled to believe her. She had always been able to see things, visions stronger than anyone in the Collective, and yet it was just too convenient, too lucky. For Eris to be alive meant Azgoth was not the true Archmage even if he hadn't killed Silas. In theory, all Cormal would need to do would be present Eris to the Council, and they would have no choice but to band together and strip Azgoth of his throne. In theory.
All thoughts were pushed from Cormal's head as there was a click from behind signalling a gun cocking. "My ears are enhanced to the point where I can hear your lips moving. I'll see any tiny movement in your wrists, too. Try and use any magic, and I'll blow your head apart." The man was lying, he had to be. No one was that fast. And yet, Cormal didn't move. "I'm here to see Eris Arathon."
The door banged open and Eris strode out. Keira, Kaira, Caesar, Jay and Preshant followed her, and they all fanned out to surrounded Cormal. Eris took a step towards him. "Who are you?" She demanded. Cormal took a deep breath, cleared his throat, and said, "I am Cormalcath, a Lord Mage of the Collective." Eris didn't know what to think. Had Azgoth sent him? Or had he come of his own will? "Why are you here?" She asked. "I am here on the orders of Rhaenys Arathon, mother to Archmage Estern Arathon." At that, Eris physically laughed. The others looked at her nervously, then back at Cormalcath. "Archmage? Estern's a boy, way out in the far reaches of the Colonies. He's far away from all of this, beyond Azogth's reach." Cormal couldn't look her in the eyes, so he began examining his feet. "He...he was." Eris's face fell and she glared at him.
Cormal opened his mouth to speak, but Eris stepped forward and drove her fist into his jaw. He rolled with it, collapsing into the dirt. Eris loomed over him. "Start talking." It all came out in a flood. Cormal told Eris everything, from the rumours surrounding Silas's death, to Estern's crowning, to the diversion, to Estern's capture, to his visit to Rhaenys. A single tear slid down Eris's face once he was finished. "You killed him." She muttered. "Come on..." said Jay, putting a hand on Eris's shoulder. "Let's go inside."
Once they were all inside, Cormal repeated the story, somewhat calmer and slower. "So...let me get this straight, you pressured a boy into starting a civil war with his brother? That's fucked up man." Said Kaira, echoing what they were all thinking. Eris glanced sideways at her then turned back to Cormal. "And now Rhaenys wants me to...what, kill Azgoth? Avenge my brother?" She asked. Cormal nodded. "She would have words with you." Eris sighed. This was it. This was everything she'd worked for over the past few months, with an extra tinge of tragedy. "We'll go." She said. Cormal frowned. "The others...your friends are not invited. You must go alone." Eris shook her head. "Either they all come, or I stay."
Several days later, the Collective Colonies
Eris stood before Rhaenys. Several of the other gathered Mages looked at her with a strange sort of reverence, as if she had died and come back to life. Which, to them, she had. "Eris." Said Rhaenys. "Rhaenys." Replied Eris. The two women stood there, eyes locked in a silent battle of wills. "I told him. I told him not to do it, that going into that galaxy would only lead to death and tragedy. But he wouldn't listen, I knew it. It was his destiny, he said." When Silas's first wife had died and he'd married Rhaenys, rumours had flown about that he had only wed a second time due to her uncanny ability to see things that were going to happen. Some Mages had the ability to see into the future, but what they saw was only vague and fuzzy. Rhaenys, however, was able to see much further, and, at times, give clear and perfect premonitions. "What do you want from me, Rhaenys?" Eris demanded. She wasn't in the mood for games. Rhaenys smiled gravely. "You know what I want, impetuous girl. Kill Azgoth. Take the crown. End this. Become who you were born to be."
Merely a few months ago, Eris knew exactly who she was. Eris Arathon, War Mage of the Collective and heir to Archmage Silas Arathon. Now, she was no one. An outlaw, a Marauder, a wanted criminal; a girl with no home. Rhaenys was giving her a chance to take it all back, she should've jumped at the chance, and yet...she was reluctant. She may have lost everything, but she had friends.
Jay stepped forward and put his hand on her shoulder. "You have to do this, Eris. Everything that's happened, began with you, it can only end with you." There was a murmur of agreement from behind her, and she made her decision. "Okay. I'll do it."
"The plans will be made over the coming days. Our sources indicate that the Imperium is planning one final assault, you shall use that as cover and get aboard the Spire. We should be able to provide several ships to assist the Imperium, but the bulk of our forces must remain here." Rhaenys didn't need to finish the sentence; in case Eris failed. "Fine." Eris said.
Eris turned to leave, as did the others, but Rhaenys was not finished. "Wait!" She cried, holding up her hand. "You." She extended a single finger and pointed straight at Basher. "Three times will you die, before you finally find peace. You are marked for death, and it will try for a second time to claim you. Very, very soon."