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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 Thirty Six: The Bird, The Elf, and The Demonic Dog
Gathering her resolve, the grieving mother turned back to the group before her who had tried to save her baby. Her voice hardening as she tried to not show the obvious pain she was in, "Do not blame yourselves. I should never have put you in this position." She bowed her head to hide her grief, even though it clearly colored her voice as she continued, "I am truly sorry for having brought you here and for subjecting you to such a bitter experience." Airlia's sobs started to soften as she stood her eyes red from crying as Draco came over to check on her. Empyrea spoke once more, "I will take you back to the Eye so you may return to the World of Light."
Airlia shook her head, "Before you do, I'd like to go back to the village to tell them what happened here. They deserve to know and may attack you if they see just you without the explanation first."
Empyrea nodded her head. However, another voice, not belonging to anyone spoke came through… "Mother! Wait!" They looked around in surprise as they tried to find the source of the new voice.
Mother!? Empyrea blinked… Looking around in shock as she spoke, "M-My… baby!?" The voice continued as the shattered egg glowed bright green. Suddenly a bright golden form appeared over the egg, looking identical to Empyrea's form.
He faced her as the male voice spoke, "Yes, it's me, Mother! Do not feel sad…"
He couldn't help but feel the urge to try and bring her comfort, but he didn't have a solid form or the time to do so. He continued to speak, "I wanted to give something to the people who came to help me. To thank them."
Airlia looked at the form as she said, "But we failed you…"
He shook his head, "No, you didn't fail. You tried to save me and now you feel such agony for it…"
However before he could continue, Empyrea questioned him… "Give them something? But you're…"
He almost seemed to smile, even though he was a bird – and just a spirit at that as his voice took a sneaky tone to it, "I know, Mother. But I can still help them. I am just a soul. I have no form. But if they lend me their bodies, I can make them fly." Airlia raised an eyebrow as Empyrea's eyes glistened.
He turned around to face them, determined to help them somehow as he spoke, "Let me travel with you! I know I can help you!"
Empyrea spoke with happiness in her voice as she said, "It is true. If my child can be of help to you on your quest, I hope you will accept. Please, grant my son his wish to accompany you."
Everyone looked to Draco as Airlia nodded. "Let's do it Draco, he wants to help us fly, and we need wings to catch Leopold before he can kill again!"
Nodding, he turned back to the spirit. "We would be honored to have you with us."
She gazed at Draco and spoke with pride, "Thank you. I cannot express my gratitude enough."
Her son spoke, "I will change into a form that you can carry around with you. Whenever you need me, just call."
Empyrea gazed at her son with love in her eyes. "His name would have been Empyrius." He glowed for a moment before solidifying into a golden stone with his form emblazoned on it. Draco came over and picked it up tenderly before placing it in the pocket opposite of Munchie.
Empyrea smiled as she said, "Now, let me take you back to the village first." She picked up Medea with Trode after everyone got situated on the wagon. As she flew them, she explained about the stone, "It will allow your form to fly as if you were a bird." She quickly reached the town, dropping them just at the edge as the chief waited eagerly for their return.
Airlia's frown explained much to the chief as he ushered them into the village, and up to the center where everyone could see and hear what they had to say. "What happened?"
He asked, taking in Airlia's red rimmed eyes. Draco explained, "A demon named Gemon had gotten ahold of Empyrea's nest where her egg laid. He threatened to destroy it if she didn't attack the town. She found us worthy of trying to save it, only for the egg to be destroyed anyways." The chief's shoulders fell as he heard why she was forced to attack them.
He turned to his people, "My people, I have always told you there was a reason for her actions. A creature had taken her egg hostage, forcing her to attack us." Many of the townspeople gasped in horror at the thought of Empyrea being forced to do it because the life of her unborn child was held in the balance. The chief sighed heavily as he continued, "She sought out someone who could help her to free her baby, but unfortunately her egg was destroyed by the creature that held it hostage. Give her some space to grieve everyone, and be nice to her should you run into her path." The people of Empycchu grew silent as they listened to the chief of the village. When everything was settled, the chief turned to them. "We gathered important items that we thought you might need, and put it into this bag. May it help you in your travels. There are these tiny medals that we don't use, but they seemed lucky, so we hope they may bring you luck too." Alistair bowed as he accepted the offered bag. They turned back to the entrance as the people sent them off with a wave and cheers.
When they left, they went back to Empyrea, "They now know the story and will give you your time to grieve." She nodded, grateful for not having to rehash the pain.
She gently picked up the wagon once more when the travelers were again situated on or in the wagon. She took them back to the ledge where they had first come to the Dark World and looked at them squarely. "Unfortunately I am powerless to travel to the World of Light at present. However the powers of my son will work only in the World of Light, so you should have what you need to find the evil. Good luck!" They went through the Dark eye as they gazed around, unsure of what to do next. Draco called the power of Empyrius and used it to take them back to the village for a moment. As they flew, they could feel the wind around them until they arrived at the village.
Looking around, they were amazed. When they walked into the village, as the chief walked up to them. "Did you find her?" Airlia frowned as she explained everything that had happened.
He sighed heavily, "So she is still trapped there, and now her son is dead… How tragic…"
She nodded as he offered them a bag, "In here, we have our village treasures, things that have brought us luck, in hopes that it will bring you luck. We have here, anything from our village that can help you, as well as things that we obtained from explorations into the Godbird Eyrie the treasures there too in order to help you."
Yangus looked at the bag with tears in his eyes as he accepted it. "Thank you," was all he could choke out.
The chief offered them a sad smile, "There is a village somewhere inaccessible anywhere else in this world, they should be able to help you find this demonic dog."
They looked at each other as Airlia turned to Trode, "Before we do, I have a promise to keep…To Princess Medea and to King Trode." He smiled at her as she caused her magic to take them to the Mystical Spring. When they arrived, they wandered to the lake as Draco tenderly unhooked the wagon from her and took her to the spring. Trode came too as she drank from it to turn back to her human form for a short time.
She looked at Draco, "I'm sorry, I'm human for so short a time… I was thinking back to Marta, to Empyrea, both who lost something so precious to them… Marta was lucky enough to get it back, but Empyrea… It was so tragic."
She turned to Airlia, "Don't blame yourself anymore on it… it wasn't your fault…"
Airlia nodded as Medea turned to her father, "I don't know if I can go through with the wedding father. He was so… so awful."
Airlia's lips drew firmly into a harsh line in agreement as her father said, "We will deal with that when this foul curse is at an end, I promise."
She nodded as she began to glow once more, turning sadly back into her form as they reattached her to the wagon apologetically as Trode looked at Airlia, "Thank you my dear for keeping your promise."
She whispered; disheartened by the events that were bound to come, "You're welcome Your Majesty."
Quietly they left the mystical spring as he called on the Godbird once more. Surrounded by the golden light, they took to the skies. He directed them east as they flew through the air, with Airlia and Alistair on either side of the wagon; they followed Draco as he looked around for the village in question. They flew east to where the isle of Neos was. When they saw the edge of the isle was, Draco directed them east towards the continent that had been the focal point of much of their journey.
Draco spoke; well more like shouted over the winds, "I remember an isle further east of Neos that was surrounded by impassable mountains. It might be there!" He led them there and found the isle in question as they continued to where they saw a bridge leading to a village. He gently set them down as the golden glow around them faded away.
Airlia raised an eyebrow as she said to Trode, "I think, Your Majesty, you should be just fine coming into the village…"
He looked at her oddly, "Why do you think that?" She pointed ahead to the monster at the edge of the village, smiling and waving at them.
He looked at the creature and nodded to her. "Perhaps… This is quite interesting. Let's go investigate."
They wandered towards him to find it was a berserker who was jumping, alternating on his leg pushed off and which leg landed, and he was excited to see them. "You – word has passed through much of monsterkind about how kind and good you all are! Airlia – you are known throughout here for reviving David, heir to the sage Kupas, though he is heir no more!"
Airlia blushed as she tried to hide her embarrassment. He shook his head as he continued, "This is Tryan Gully, welcome!"
Trode came up to them, looking concerned as he spoke, "Urgh! I, I think a monster just spoke to me!"
He turned to the berserker and spoke, "You there! You're a monster but you don't fight or run away!? What business do you have being so welcoming!? Explain yourself!"
Airlia held a hand out as she spoke, "Forgive him, he was cursed into this form and most people mistake him for a monster. He's just not used to being so welcomed…" The man merely smiled as he nodded in understanding.
"Here in Tryan Gully, humans and elves and… monsters all live happily together, haargh!" He cheered happily as a Gigantes came up to them. His skin was blue toned from head to toe while both his hands and his feet had sharp nails, standing twice as tall as Draco. He wore a basic blue fur kilt that was about three shades darker than his skin. His eye was a blue that matched the darker tones in his skin.
He wielded a large oak club and had a horn protruding from his head. "She saved some of my kin, thank you dear human."
Airlia blushed further as she shook her head, "Anyone I can help, I do. It's what my father did, well still does." He smiled as he wandered back into town.
The berserker dressed in a green tunic with green shoulder pads, his shield and axe with his orange cape, and green boots tilted his head to the side as he continued. "See? So why would I run away when I see a human?"
Trode stuttered for a moment before it sunk into him. "Well, I never… I had no idea such a place existed…" He grinned in joy as he exclaimed, "Of course! You know what this means Draco, my boy?! I can wander about without causing a stir! It's a veritable paradise!" He closed his eyes in a moment of bliss as he savored the idea of being able to walk about – people unafraid of him."Well, what are we waiting for!? Come on! Follow me!"
He led them to the building ahead as they looked around the village. There was a building ahead of them, which, when they went past the curtain, led them immediately to a bar. Trode smiled happily as he hurried off to the bar to enjoy a drink to settle his excitement some. Airlia hid behind Draco as he whispered to her, "Why so bashful?"
She shook her head, "I didn't expect to be recognized for anything… I did it because it was right, because it was something I could do to help."
He chuckled as Angelo supplied, "She could also be worried that there may be another Marcello of sorts…"
Draco nodded understandingly as they looked at the cursed king enjoying a drink at the bar. Wandering over, the bartender smiled. "What's this? More new faces! Now that you've come all this way, why don't I tell you a story while he is enjoying his dry Gigantini?" Airlia nodded as he smiled and began to speak with his thick accent.
He brought out a silver goblet with an interesting design on it of a spear point with curves on either side going in a half circle that was curved in the center of the semicircle. He spoke, "This is a dry Gigantini; agitated not distressed. Enjoy sir, compliments of the Gigantes that came past here, happy that someone among you had saved a friend of his."
Trode blushed as his green skin darkened. He took the goblet and tried a sip… After a moment, he put it down. "Goodness! Well, well, well! I am impressed! This is delicious!" He exclaimed as he began to drink more, a smile on his face.
The bartender bowed, happy that the green skinned man enjoyed the drink so much. "Thank you, sir. You flatter me. Perhaps you would enjoy that tale now? I would like to tell you how this place came to be…" Yangus nodded as they all pulled up chairs or stools as Airlia studied the man. He wore the traditional barman's uniform, red overshirt with a black ring to it, a simple white shirt under it. He had a white towel over his left shoulder, an apron around his waist, and simple black pants and leather shoes. He held a long nose, and short black hair that curled along the back and down the side of his face. His gentle emerald green eyes reminded her of Empyrea's eye color.
"It all started long ago, many hundreds of years past. The great sage Kupas was out walking one day when he found an elf and a gigantes lying injured in the road. Hating to see any creature suffer, he tended to their wounds and saved their lives. Amazed that a human should show them such kindness, they pledged their allegiance to Kupas without question… and from that day forth, the three of them were inseparable. But the lifespan of humans, elves and monsters is very different. Sadly after many years, Kupas passed on into the great beyond… Determined to honor his dying wish, the elf and the gigantes established a settlement here in the gully. And ever since then, humans, elves and monsters have lived here, side by side, in peace, never forgetting Kupas's wish… that no one should ever be allowed to forget how Rhapthorne had terrorized the world. So that's why the inhabitants of this valley are always sure to tell travelers about the terror of the Lord of Darkness." He took the rag and wiped away at a spot on the counter, showing them the barman's emblem on the front of his shirt.
Trode quickly finished his drink, "This drink and tale were both absolutely fascinating! Thank you for sharing it with me!"
The barman bowed once more, "I wish you a pleasant journey. To see Raya, please proceed back outside of the bar; go past the stairs leading to the church. You will see a bridge leading across, to another cave. Inside she will be there with the Gigantes from earlier."
Airlia smiled as Jessica spoke, "Thank you so much sir." He bowed one last time as they left the bar to walk around the gully as instructed to find the ones who had spoken with Kupas so long ago… As they wandered towards the bridge, they could see much of the village was carved in the mountain side. Blue tiles lined the road, some cracked, while others were in good condition. Moss grew out of various areas as they saw the church at the bottom of the stairwell. It was large, possibly two stories tall, with peaks going higher still. A giant golden bell was at the top, hung from a stone pole between wing like structures. Two flags were hung, one on either side of the main doorway. Above the door was a strange emblem. It was almost like a bowl with fire coming from it, and wings on either side. Following his instructions, they walked past as they saw a boy playing with a dracky. She smiled as they rounded the bridge and came up to the last structure.
A bunicorn came up to them, "Thank you for saving David! Raya was crying her eyes out when she first felt him pass, and then quite suddenly she felt him come back, but yet different. You see, David was her friend when he lived here, and even if he is no longer the heir, he still remains her friend. So she is able to be happy knowing he lives." They nodded as they left towards the location where Raya was staying. They followed the flowery path leading into what looked to be a temple of sorts as they saw two torches lit, one on either side of the doorway. Going inside, it was like a paradise. Trees and grass were everywhere and there was a small river flowed through the middle of the room as a bridge made it possible to cross. The gigantes from earlier stood there near the pink haired elf. Looking around, they felt oddly at peace as they approached the pink haired female. Alistair noticed a black dracky hiding in the shadows as he gave them a smile and came out, happy to see the group.
They went to the gigantes as they greeted him. He gave them another wide smile. "I hope you enjoyed your stay here thus far. Thank you again Airlia for helping David… For helping my brother… It has been so long since I have seen one like you. Many, many years ago now that Kupas helped Raya and I. I can't even remember exactly when it was, it was so long ago. But I'll never forget the debt of gratitude I owe him. As long as I live, I'll do everything I possibly can for Kupas and his heirs. I view David as a brother, which is why I am so grateful to Airlia for saving his life. If you want to experience Kupas's compassion for yourself, take a good look at the picture at the back of the room." He pointed with his large club to the parchment along the back. The nodded as they went to the back of the room where there was a parchment with several drawings on it.
They could see Empyrea on it, along with several other pictures and in the corner was a darker force. Below it were words inscribed…

The youngest of the seven sages was Egeus, the Holy Child. A prophet at just six years old, he first sensed the threat of the Lord of Darkness.
Another was Regnar, who returned from the afterlife. He knew the Goddess better than any other, and it was he who named the Godbird Empyrea.
Then there was Kadan, the great scholar. His wisdom was second to none, and it was said that he knew all there was to know in this wide world.
Another was Golding, the warrior. His might was without equal, and friends and foes alike claimed that Fortune rode with him into battle.
Then there was Alexander, the magical swordsman. His prodigious skills extended far beyond the battlefield, as he was also a talented sculptor.
Another was Master Gozo, the sorcerer. To him ancient tomes of magic unclasped their secrets, granting the use of their most potent spells.
And finally there was I, Kupas, the magician.
Together, we used our lives as the key to lock the Lord of Darkness's soul inside the scepter.
As long as our descendants live on, Rhapthorne's body and soul can never escape from their prisons.
The Lord of Darkness's body is sealed within a large rock in the center of the world. I have been told that Alexander turned the rock into a statue to prevent unwary men from interfering with it.

Airlia looked at it as they compared notes. "Golding's ancestor was Golding; Master Gozo must have been Master Rylus… David was Kupas… Alistair was Alexander… Marta was…" Airlia left the thought trailing, puzzled.
Alistair picked up on it, "Kadan perhaps? The ruins behind her house were filled with knowledge."
Airlia nodded as she continued. "That leaves us Egeus and Regnar."
Trode looked at them, "Why are you trying to figure out who is who?"
Airlia frowned as she spoke, "It may tell us who the last target is…"
He nodded as he thought about it. "I don't know someone who was revived from death… but a prophet… Your father had visions too no?"
Airlia nodded as she thought about it. "Yes, that would make sense, so if he is Egeus, then we have to figure out Regnar." Airlia frowned as she thought about that further. She had the piece to the puzzle, but what was it!? Was it truly Calchas as she first thought!?
They turned around to go to the pink haired elf whom was dressed in a white dress with pink trim along the hem. Around her waist was a tan corset with a red belt, holding top with skirt together. She had gentle blue eyes as she spoke to them, grateful for saving her friend, "I am an elf. My name is Raya. You know, there used to be a young man called David who lived here in the valley. But he went off on his travels; we feared he would never return. We knew someone may target him because of his ancestry; that he was the heir to a great sage. I owe a debt of gratitude to you, Airlia, for helping other monsterkind in trouble and for reviving David. Now that he died technically, he isn't a target anymore. I only speak of this because others have told me of the kindness you have done for them. I have several things for you all. Below, past the area where our shops are, there are a multitude of treasures there for you to take. Then there is this bag. We found these other treasures in the world, and knew they would help defeat Rhapthorne. Others are still working on their gifts so it will take some time still. But they should help you in your travels."
Airlia smiled as she nodded. "Thank you so much Raya, we appreciate this!"
She took the offered bag and smiled gratefully. Raya shook her head to get herself back on target. "The tool to finding Rhapthorne is here. I fear that he is close to reawakening. But he can still be stopped. You all have the power to do it!"
Airlia nodded as she looked at the elf, resolved. "If he returns, our world will be enveloped by darkness in the blink of an eye. For hundreds of years we have cherished but one dream. That Rhapthorne never be allowed to resume his reign of terror."
They nodded as she spoke to the dracky nearby. "Drang, would you come here?"
He flew over to her. The dracky, Drang, smiled as he came over calling out to Raya in a peculiar accent, "Right away!"
Raya smiled at him, "I want these people to have Kupas's great treasure. Would you go and let the guard know?"
He nodded, "Right away!" He flew off towards a part of town they hadn't been to yet.
Raya turned back to them as she smiled, "As you just heard, I wish to give you something from our gully's treasure chamber. Please, take everything and then go to our weapon, armor and item shops. Our merchants wish to give you equipment to help in the fight."
Airlia smiled, "Thank you Raya."
The pink haired elf smiled as she embraced Airlia as she spoke, "I know it hurts to revive people, but thank you for what you did for David."
She nodded as Raya released the embrace. "The treasure is called the Darktree leaf and it belonged to Kupas. It's the leaf from a giant tree that exists in the World of Darkness. People say that, if you place it on a map, it will instantly show you the location of a great evil. The fate of the world is in your hands. We're all depending on you. We will await news of your success here in the gully." They nodded as they left the room, hurrying along the path back to the bar.
As they ran along the path, they made it back into the bar as they went down the stairs. They smiled as they waved at all of the merchants as she promised them, "We'll be back in a few moments." The merchants nodded as they went outside the room and running along the path, they came to a door at the end. They saw Drang flying around as they went to the Orc there. "I've heard all about you. You're our last hope. Take whatever you need from in here." Airlia nodded as they went inside.
While Draco gathered the items, Airlia opened the bag and grabbed a large black mallet with dark blue markings along the bottom of it, "Yangus, this is yours friend."
He took it as he looked at it, "Cor Blimey! This is 'uge!" Airlia nodded in agreement as she continued to rifle through things. She found a helmet that reeked of curse as she knew she had to go through alchemy if she was going to make it useful.
Once everyone had their items and gear, they left the room to go back to the item shop as Hori bounded to them. "I got them goo make a tunnel here from Morrie's Haven… I want goo help goo." Looking at him, she wasn't sure what he meant but he smiled and bounded off somewhere.
Turning to the item shop keeper, they smiled as he nodded to them. It was a bodkin archer. "Raya wanted me to give you whatever I can, so I put multiples of everything in this bag to help you. Please, win!"
Airlia nodded as she spied a glance in the bag and was amazed by everything there. She mumbled softly humbled by the gift, "Thank you…" He nodded as they went to the weapon shop.
It was another orc who gave them a friendly smile. "I've got a bag of everything I can give you, I hope it helps!"
Yangus looked in the bag as he took it, "Thanks mate! We'll sock it to 'im!" He nodded as he said, "I'm putting my faith in you all."
Airlia nodded as Draco went to the Winky who blinked, "I've got everything for you, Monty, could you kindly grab the bag for me?"
The orc nodded as he grabbed it and hoisted it onto the counter. "I hope this can help."
Airlia smiled as they left the town, waving to all of the monsters as Airlia turned to the alchemy pot. "Angelo, your bow please."
Airlia said as she put his old Eros' bow and the great bow in the pot. He relinquished it as she added it to the mix, only for it to chime a few minutes later. Taking it out, she handed it to Angelo as he gaped. "Wow…" Airlia proceeded to sift through the bag as she took her bow and a power shield and put it into the pot, only for it to chime a few minutes later, giving her another Cherion's bow. She continued to produce the bows for her and Alistair over the course of a half hour to make them both bows like what Angelo held.
She looked at the equipment and shook her head. "Jess and I are good for battle gear; I think I'll hold only onto my bow for the moment and my sword."
She nodded, "Now let's see about shields." She found a couple of white shields that the monsters had given them from their travels. She put two together with magic water, only for it to come out as a shield for Jessica and herself. Handing it to Jessica, she produced a second one for herself. She gave Yangus the Ogre Shield as she produced a silver shield for Draco, Angelo and Alistair. After working long and hard, they were as equipped as they would be with their preferred weapons, putting the others away while the archers kept a second weapon in case they ran out of arrows.
Sighing, Airlia spoke, "They really put all of their eggs with us guys, let's not let them down!"
She suddenly cried out as she grabbed her head. "No, Calchas… He's the next target!"
Draco nodded as he called the soulstone, bringing them back to the air. "North! Let's go!"
As they flew, they saw the dog as Airlia shouted over the air, "We can't fight here, let's hurry and get to Calchas to protect him!" She was grateful to hold the wagon, because her eyes were tearing from pain. They managed to reach the home where Calchas lived as they hurried to the gate.
However, Airlia ducked down – the others following her cue as they hid from sight as they heard him talking to himself. "Airlia, soon you will be my wife. Soon as this supposed danger is over…"
Another set of footsteps approached as they heard someone talking. "Marcello, I've heard some distressing… Rumors of late. Even here in this secular world, rumors know no bounds…" Marcello whipped around, as he spoke to the man. The rustling of clothing said he had performed some action to the figure who spoke.
"Rumors Your Holiness? What sort of rumors?" He spoke, startled.
Calchas replied, "I hear your name among the whisperings. There are disturbing allegations surrounding you. And seeing your behavior around Airlia, I fear they may be more than mere rumors."
Marcello whirled on his heels as he spoke, "It is sad that the talented should always be the victims of envy, Your Holiness. With regards to Airlia… I've been in love with her for years-"
Calchas cut him off, "I see far more than that. You are bordering on obsession with Francisco's daughter." Airlia knew if the Captain of Calchas's guard was facing away from Calchas, he would be drawing his lips in a long thin line.
Calchas continued, "Francisco is very dear to me. My one true friend. We are still so very close. I can only thank the Goddess every day that Airlia managed to save his life."
Marcello nodded, "As am I, Francisco is like a father to me in many ways."
Calchas continued as Airlia dared not turn around or adjust her hiding position, "I am employing you here for Francisco's sake, to keep an eye on you as he is no longer with our church. You are both intelligent and competent. You have clearly demonstrated that in your command of the Templars. Can you not satisfy yourself with that? However, if you persist with your current duplicity, I will have no choice but to discipline you. Leave Airlia alone less she completely turns away from you. I may be old, but I can tell she feels something for you, but your actions frighten her." Taking a breath he continued, "But I am not so unjust as to think it's only you. The church is riddled with corruption and bribery. I suppose I am largely to blame for being too lenient. Now let that be the end of the discussion. Just bear in mind what I have said about Airlia, as she is like my goddaughter after all…" He stayed watching the calming scene before him as Marcello bowed once again, leaving for the other Templars. Calchas smiled as he spoke, after Marcello was out of earshot, "You can come out now…"
Blushing, they got up from their hiding places. Airlia began to explain, "Calchas, I apologize about overhearing everything, I… I didn't mean to…"
He nodded, "I know Airlia, and it's quite alright. Come; tell me what the matter is. Regardless of how you got up here, it means something weighs terribly on your mind."
Airlia nodded as they proceeded to him. "A demonically possessed dog is after you."
He nodded, "And you all wish to keep me safe."
The group nodded in agreement as he smiled at them. "Very well." Airlia smiled as it soon faded when the clouds began to darken.
Alistair frowned, "Airlia, take him and go inside! Hurry!"
Airlia nodded as the pair fled inside the mansion. Marcello ran up to them, "Airlia?! How did you!?" He couldn't get another word out as thunder boomed around them.
Airlia's eyes took on a frightened gleam to them. "We have to get him somewhere safe, now!"
Calchas shook his head, "I know I have to face him down, it is my destiny. Airlia let us go to my study on the second floor." She nodded as they ran upstairs while Marcello ran to find the source of the disturbance. He filed away the knowledge that she had somehow gotten into the residence without him knowing it.
Going into his study, they waited anxiously as she looked outside to see nothing but a swirling dark cloud and the occasional flash of lightning. Glaring, she took her bow and arrow out to ready herself. Then she saw him flying to the window as she took aim, waiting for the precise moment to let the arrow fly. He glared as he quickly smashed the window, landing on top of Calchas.
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