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Memories	By : Asirainis Category: +A through F > Dragon Quest/ Dragon Warrior Views: 1615 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter Twenty Six: Marta and Boris
Trode chattered through his teeth, "Brrr! It's almost t-t-too cold t-to b-bear. But if we don't retrieve that scepter, M-Medea and I may never return to n-normal… Brrr… We'll just have to g-grin and b-b-bear it. Let's keep p-pushing on, everyone! At least moving might help us to w-warm up a little."
Airlia nodded in agreement as they pushed onwards, huddling together for warmth as the brunette groaned. "Airlia?"
She shook her head, "I'm… fine. Just woozy."
Trode nodded, "If it gets too much, get in the wagon my dear. Better there than to have them carry you on top of wading through the snow."
Airlia nodded. They came out of the cave and into the snowy tundra where it was indeed a minute difference warmer, mostly because it was more open than being in a cave of ice. However, she looked around, and couldn't escape the feeling that something was very wrong!
They continued down the snowy slope as she began to feel her weariness catching up with her. She clutched at the carriage as her head began to ring. When it started to fade, she released the grip smiling to the others, "I'm okay, just feared that gust would knock me clear over." She supplied smoothly as Alistair and Angelo looked at her in disbelief. However, in a moment of perfect clarity when her head stopped ringing completely, she looked up to see snow piling on top of them. Her eyes closed as her thoughts drifted to everyone, hoping and praying they were okay… Lost in the darkness, she found a memory to comfort her as she felt like her limbs, or even her eyelids were too heavy to move…

She awoke to see Marcello bent over her as she lay in bed, ill from a cold. She looked at her hands. So, this is a memory of when I was young, just after Angelo came to the Abbey…
She watched the memory as he changed out the cool cloth over her forehead as Angelo came in with a fresh bucket of water. "Here you go Marcello."
Marcello glared at the boy and snatched it from his hands. "You might spill it. Go get her soup Angelo." The tot's shoulders lowered as he turned around to get the soup from the fire in the kitchen. When he returned, he stopped as he watched Marcello tend to the girl. She was the only one his age who was nice to him. She never gave him a snide look or a sneer when his back was turned. He saw Marcello gripping her hand as he brought in the soup and set it on the table next to her.
Marcello growled that he should have brought the soup to him when she awoke. "What's the fighting about now?"
She clutched her head, "Marcello, I've a nasty headache, could you kindly keep it down?" She saw the cool water next to her and reached for the glass. Drinking it down, she dipped the cool cloth in the bucket and placed it back on her head.
She turned to Angelo. "Thank you Angelo, for the delicious looking soup." He smiled at her as she grabbed the bowl and spoon. She sat up, leaning against the headboard of her bed before she began to eat with the cool cloth still perched on her forehead until it started to warm. Pausing from her meal, she took it and set it on the table where the bucket of cool water was.
She smiled as she returned to her meal, eagerly eating it, much to Angelo's delight. When it was done, she gave him the bowl with a smile, "Thank you Angelo. With both of your help, I'll be better in no time at all!" He smiled at her, his eyes bright with joy as he left quickly. She dipped the cool cloth in the bucket and wrung it out once more as she settled back in for a sleep, draping it over her head. She saw Marcello glaring at the door his half-brother went through. "Marcello?" She asked kindly as he turned to her.
"Yes Air?"
She yawned as she whispered, "Sorry about the yawn Marcello… Please be nicer to Angelo… He is only trying to help me, same as you…" She fell asleep before she could see his face at her request.

Airlia awoke to an empty room, and a dog that had a thick coat of fur on him that was brown and white in color. She patted him on the head, "Did you save me boy?" He got up and walked over to the door, pushing it open, walked through it and his tail swung the door shut. She got up as she stretched her sore and stiff limbs. She looked around as she went up the stairs to see everyone there, warming up by the fire.
Airlia smiled as she sat next to Draco and Alistair. Angelo was across from her as he looked at her. "You alright there Airlia? You gave us quite the scare."
She nodded, "Yeah, sorry you guys. I'm better now."
Yangus nodded, "We're not too far from where that av'lanche 'appened. The old lady says we can stay 'ere 'til the snow clears up a bit." Airlia smiled as she turned to the elderly woman who reminded her of a grandmother with her sweet smile and kindness in her face.
She looked at Airlia, "Boris, the sweet dog over there dug you all out of the snow. I knew you'd wake up soon. But you must be cold. Here, have some of my nook tea to warm you up."
Airlia smiled at her. The woman was short, making Boris quite possibly the larger of the two inhabitants of the house on a normal day. Her grey hair was pulled into a severe bun that went surprisingly well with her smile and her heavier set form. She wore what Airlia could only assume was a fur lined green robe. She wore an open fur jacket that attached at the hood. Completing the outfit was fur lined boots, a darker tan than the jacket. Coiled around her robe was a simple rope belt that coiled twice around her waist. "I'm sorry; I don't know your name…"
The elderly woman extended her hand, which was so tiny. "I'm Marta. Your little green friend found while he was in a grief stricken panic. He said his friends were buried under the snow, so I sent Boris out to get you all out. I'm so happy you're better now. Your nice color to your cheeks is a good sign. Dobro pozhalovat! Welcome to my home! I live out here in the mountains where I can grow herbs. Drinking this should help you warm up nicely my dear."
Airlia smiled as she nodded. She took the offered cup as she remained seated. Airlia nodded her head, grateful for the help. Dressed in thick boots that were made of hide, and a fur outfit, nothing overly extravagant in the normal tan of leather, but it was functional for the frozen habitat that they had found themselves in chasing Leopold. The woman's accent was strange, but oddly beautiful as she spoke, "Please, drink. This nook grass tea will keep you warm, even in the bitter cold of this snowy land."
Trode blushed as he spoke, "How terribly kind of you. First you save us from the avalanche, then you put us up for the night, and now you warm our innards!" He was happy to have such kindness bestowed on him without shrieking in fear of his appearance.
Yangus looked at Marta, "So 'owzit that you're not afraid o' the green man behind me?"
She chuckled as she explained, "It is true that his appearance is a little unusual. But when you get to my age, you learn not to judge a horse by its harness. And of course I would help anyone who was in trouble so far from civilization."
Jessica smiled as she said, "I hope you don't mind me asking, but why do you live all the way out here on your own?"
Marta smiled as she spoke, "Of course I do not mind, dear! There is an old ruin behind my house. My ancestors have looked after it generation after generation. It is a family duty." Airlia realized then, they had found the next sage. She sighed softly as Alistair looked at her.
"Marta, let me guess, you're the descendant of a great sage?"
Marta smiled at her, "Yes, how did you know!"
Airlia smiled at her, "There's a dangerous monster out there after you Marta. You must be careful!"
Marta smiled at her, "I will be alright my dear."
Angelo nodded, "On the subject that Airlia brought just up, have you seen a big black dog? We've been chasing him."
She shook her head, "No, I have only seen old Boris there. However, if you go down the mountains you will come to a town called Orkutsk. Maybe someone there will know something."
Trode nodded, "Excellent idea! Right then, chaps! No time to lose!"
Marta shook her head as she spoke, "Oh-yo-yoy! If you are hasty, others will only be amused. That is an old saying here. One should not be so eager to go back out into the blizzard. The night is coming. Why not rest here? Airlia still needs a little more rest before she can travel at any rate. The blizzard will be gone by morning, I'm sure. You can leave for Orkutsk then."
Trode nodded, "Yes, yes, wise words, my good woman. Very well! We shall rest here for the night." The group ate their fill of the soup before them as Boris came to lie at her side.
Marta smiled, "Because you took so long to wake, he wants to be sure you're okay…" Airlia smiled as she reached down to pat the shaggy dog's head affectionately.
Once the meal was done, Airlia looked at everyone, "Thank you Marta for the wonderful meal. I'm going to go downstairs and sleep a little bit more until morning."
Draco smiled at her, "Have a good rest Air." She nodded as she warily made her way down the steps and went back into the room where she awoke. Going to the nearest bed, she fell asleep quickly and into a nightmare…

A man she didn't recognize was on the ground, held by the dog… Leopold… He was crying out to someone amongst them… She saw several wolves that were enslaved by Leopold to watch them carefully. Marta went past them, after giving them a special key. She turned to them, "This will help you on your journey. I'm sure. Please, take it." Airlia had a helpless feeling come around her like a shroud as she saw the woman murdered before her eyes as she let out a piercing scream…
Leopold grew wings on his back as he growled at them. "Only one sage left. You will never stop me now! She will be mine!" He lashed a dark magic around her, dragging her towards him as she writhed helplessly against it…

She woke up; the blankets twisted tightly around her as she took a deep breath in, and let it out. Sighing helplessly, she looked around to see the others were still seemingly sleeping. She crept upstairs to find Marta having a cup of tea at the fire. "Airlia? You should be sleeping…"
She shook her head, "It's hard Marta, when nightmares plague your rest."
Marta nodded knowingly. "My ancestors were very good with herbs. Try this one to ease the dreams. Don't use it too often though…"
Marta handed her a bag of herbs that smelled sweetly but yet had a savory edge to them. Airlia nodded as she put them in her bag. "Thanks Marta." The pair enjoyed the fire and Boris as company until morning when the others awoke. The first set of footsteps up the stairs had Airlia turning her head to see Alistair coming up. He frowned slightly as he sent her a questioning look, to which the troubled woman could only give him a nod.
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