Part 1
Part 2
Vhalar 84, Arc 720
The son of Ziell had been dreaming of that world for more than a cycle now, of an alternate version of Viden that was being threatened by a faction that had been operating in the shadows for a long time before they had finally decided to make their first move. Smoke, an Yludih that he had actually known in the waking world, had revealed their plans to him.
The assassination attempt on Sheud Fahe, the Chancellor of the Academy of Viden had only been the beginning. Ultimately, they wanted to kill none other than Yvithia, his Immortal aunt, and make the city theirs. Doran had decided to save his home from the evil that threatened it.
Smoke, a former enemy of his, had become one of his closest allies. He had just travelled to Scalvoris in order to recruit Alannah Gray, a skilled cryptographer to their cause, when they made their next move. They did not content themselves with a simple assassination attempt anymore.
They had decided to up their game …
When the son of Ziell stepped out of Emea and back into Viden, holding the hand of Alannah, the woman that he had recruited to his cause, he found himself in a world that was filled with fire and the screams of the wounded and dying. A nightmare seemed to have descended upon his home during the short time that he had been away. The Halls of Ivy, the seat of the Videnese government, that were located right next to the Academy, were burning. The flames were several metres high, and the smoke was thick.
Alannah held his hand more tightly as she gazed upon the once beautiful structure in front of them, and then she turned to look at him. She had known that this here would be dangerous – Doran had told her everything that he knew before he had asked her if she would help him – but she had not had any idea that it would happen so soon, and so quickly.
She … whatever she had been thinking about, whatever she had been about to say to Doran, she forgot all about it as people with buckets full of water ran past them. “We … we …” she murmured. “We need to help those people”, she decided, just as a guard moved away from the Halls of Ivy, supporting an older gentleman whose face was covered with soot and who was limping noticeably. The man had left the building just in time.
While Alannah watched the inferno around them with a look of shock on her face, the Mortalborn called out to one of the helpers than ran past them, an Eidisi woman that stopped abruptly, somewhat annoyed at the interruption. “The Mathisi and the Delegates”, he wanted to know. “Are they alive? Do you know? Does anybody know?”
“Most of the members of the government seem to have escaped through the backdoor, from what I’ve heard”, the Eidisi replied before she moved on. The Mortalborn allowed himself to breathe a small sigh of relief before his gaze fell on another survivor, a human woman that stumbled past him, holding her hand. She was, quite obviously, injured.
“Let me take a look”, he told her. “I’m a doctor”, he added upon noticing the confused and scared look on her face before he nodded at Alannah. The only truly safe place in Viden was his home where he had set up protective wards, but they couldn’t leave all those people to their suffering.
If he let someone that he could save die and hid just because it would be safer for him, they had already won. He would not be as cold and cruel as they were.
Part 2
Vhalar 84, Arc 720
The son of Ziell had been dreaming of that world for more than a cycle now, of an alternate version of Viden that was being threatened by a faction that had been operating in the shadows for a long time before they had finally decided to make their first move. Smoke, an Yludih that he had actually known in the waking world, had revealed their plans to him.
The assassination attempt on Sheud Fahe, the Chancellor of the Academy of Viden had only been the beginning. Ultimately, they wanted to kill none other than Yvithia, his Immortal aunt, and make the city theirs. Doran had decided to save his home from the evil that threatened it.
Smoke, a former enemy of his, had become one of his closest allies. He had just travelled to Scalvoris in order to recruit Alannah Gray, a skilled cryptographer to their cause, when they made their next move. They did not content themselves with a simple assassination attempt anymore.
They had decided to up their game …
When the son of Ziell stepped out of Emea and back into Viden, holding the hand of Alannah, the woman that he had recruited to his cause, he found himself in a world that was filled with fire and the screams of the wounded and dying. A nightmare seemed to have descended upon his home during the short time that he had been away. The Halls of Ivy, the seat of the Videnese government, that were located right next to the Academy, were burning. The flames were several metres high, and the smoke was thick.
Alannah held his hand more tightly as she gazed upon the once beautiful structure in front of them, and then she turned to look at him. She had known that this here would be dangerous – Doran had told her everything that he knew before he had asked her if she would help him – but she had not had any idea that it would happen so soon, and so quickly.
She … whatever she had been thinking about, whatever she had been about to say to Doran, she forgot all about it as people with buckets full of water ran past them. “We … we …” she murmured. “We need to help those people”, she decided, just as a guard moved away from the Halls of Ivy, supporting an older gentleman whose face was covered with soot and who was limping noticeably. The man had left the building just in time.
While Alannah watched the inferno around them with a look of shock on her face, the Mortalborn called out to one of the helpers than ran past them, an Eidisi woman that stopped abruptly, somewhat annoyed at the interruption. “The Mathisi and the Delegates”, he wanted to know. “Are they alive? Do you know? Does anybody know?”
“Most of the members of the government seem to have escaped through the backdoor, from what I’ve heard”, the Eidisi replied before she moved on. The Mortalborn allowed himself to breathe a small sigh of relief before his gaze fell on another survivor, a human woman that stumbled past him, holding her hand. She was, quite obviously, injured.
“Let me take a look”, he told her. “I’m a doctor”, he added upon noticing the confused and scared look on her face before he nodded at Alannah. The only truly safe place in Viden was his home where he had set up protective wards, but they couldn’t leave all those people to their suffering.
If he let someone that he could save die and hid just because it would be safer for him, they had already won. He would not be as cold and cruel as they were.
