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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 Forty: The Miracles of Alchemy
The group bowed as they left the castle of the medal collector as Airlia turned to the wagon. She found her friend, the alchemy pot and her journal next to him of the recipes that she had found, had clues to, and her notes on theories. It was time to test a few theories indeed! She smiled as Trode spoke to her, "Ah my dear, it's been too long. What are we doing today?"
She grimaced as she said, "We're trying to make the strongest weapons and armor that we can. Please bear with me if a few failures occur in my attempts." He nodded; it always hurt giving up the ingredients that she always tried to work so hard to make into something else. The group who could use bows already had Odin bows, but she needed to make one more for Marcello.
With everyone who could be armed with a bow now properly armed, she turned to the bag and passed out the gringham whips to the whip users of the group, holding onto one for her. She had her sword, thus had no need for one of her own. Like others had thought that it was a mysterious sword with ever growing strength, but only grew when she grew as she grew. Marcello chuckled as he said, "No one on this green earth will be able to take her sword – considering how many of the Templars were injured trying to do such." Airlia smiled – getting his hint while appreciating that he was at least laughing about it while she put in armor that they had received from Cash with orichalcum and a slime crown they had received it from the Slime King. While it was brewing, Yangus came up to them with a smile on his face.
Yangus spoke up, his thick accent lilting in the air, "Would it be alright if we visited Red again?" Airlia smiled as she saw his attempt to pronounce everything perfectly, telling her how important this visit was to him as she nodded. They flew off to Pickham and followed the familiar path to the house belonging to Red as he stopped them and went in alone. They waited for a short time, surprised by the lack of shouting, until he came out with another flail strapped to his back.
He smiled, happy that he was able to mend things with Red as he said, "She gave me her trusty flail an' asked me to give him one for her." They smiled as they looked over everything. The pot looked ready to give the response of her alchemy and when it opened, a special armor that came out… It was different from the one that went in as she gazed at it in awe.
She turned to the remaining armor as she said, "Before we go to this place… I had best replicate this armor. It's incredibly powerful and will serve us all quite well! But while I do so, I would like to see my father for a few minutes…" They nodded as she warped them back to Argonia to reproduce the armor, and for everyone to be as equipped as they could be before going into some unknown dungeon with who knows what danger. Waiting at Argonia was her father, and seeing him reminded Marcello of Rolo!
He turned to the group as he spoke with utter seriousness, "I have to help Rolo before we go to this mysterious village Air… Please!"
She nodded in agreement as they found her father at the church, although, in regular clothing, one would almost never know he was the former Abbot. "Hello father!" She said gently, bending over to touch his shoulder gently. He turned around to see his beloved daughter and greeted her warmly.
Marcello was there, head bent downwards in repent as the Abbot turned a stern eye to him. "Marcello! How could you do that to Airlia!?"
Marcello came over to him and kneeled down next to him to explain softly, "I was just so jealous that Angelo seemed to get away with everything… I feared that he would make Airlia love him, and then leave her – knowing how deeply I felt for her. I was so blinded by jealousy, and anger at Angelo that they slowly evolved into something darker. I thought at first I was in love with Airlia, but looking back – it was merely lust. I've seen instances of true romantic love and have some soul searching to do. However, I want to repair the relationship with my brother and with Airlia. So I'm joining them on this journey to fight the creature, Rhapthorne, who is after Airlia."
Francisco sized him up, now more under the eye of a father rather than the eye of an Abbot and nodded. "Finally, you're starting to understand Marcello, the purity within the hearts of others. I understand you're leaving the church… I truly understand why, and I wish you luck, but I expect you to keep in touch with me. While I officially adopted Airlia because she was an infant, I still see you as one of my children." Francisco smiled as Marcello nodded. The elderly man gave both of them an embrace before they left the church, and hurried outside of the town.
They returned to the wagon as she got the next suit of armor out and gave it to Jessica as the pair left to get changed in the inn. When they returned, the men were stunned with how the armor seemed to mold itself to their bodies with a mesh lining that went under their bodies, protecting them in areas that the armor did not. Underneath the armor, Jessica and Airlia both had magical skirts on to enhance their powers. Marcello couldn't remove his eyes from Airlia, seeing the beautiful woman that she had become truly struck him. It wasn't just the pure beauty he saw there, but the beauty beneath her skin. He saw the glowing personality, the heart that beat beneath it – unwavering in its devotion to friends and family. He was starting to understand what he felt, but wasn't sure if he should say it yet as he heard the ding of the pot.
Turning to it, he pulled the armor out and relinquished it to Alistair who went in to change while he put in the next round of alchemy. Airlia smiled at him as she said, "Thank you for doing that Marcello. We will be going to free them from the pit as soon as we all have the armor."
He nodded as Angelo inquired, "How are we to free Rolo, as the lift broke and fell to the bottom of the pit?"
Marcello paled as he choked out, "What happened down there?!" He was distressed to know the lift was broken. Draco filled the two of the group who hadn't been in the pit in on what happened that day.
Marcello paled as he said, "We will figure something out. Good to know this now, though, so we can bring lots of rope."
Airlia nodded as she said, "We'll make something work to get everyone out. I don't know how, yet, but we will." Alistair came out as the pot chimed to say it was ready. Airlia got it out and handed it to Marcello who smiled at her incredibly tenderly as he took it and went to go get changed. While he was away she put another batch into the pot. And so it went until the others had their armor and was changed into it.
Once they were done, they went to the local item shop to purchase all of the rope in one bundle, uncut in hopes to reach the bottom. When they had the large bundle of rope, they went to the pit… Marcello knew no one could be heard from the bottom there as she tied the end of the rope around her waist. "I'm one of the lightest here, if I go down, it'll be easy for you all to pull me up. This way if I need to release anyone – we'll know. Any who, let's get this going. We have people who have been waiting far too long to be free of this prison. Anyone there, we'll bring them all up. I'll tug on the rope to ensure that you know when someone's ready to be pulled up." Marcello didn't like it, but knew it was sound reasoning. He had a duty to help Rolo out of there, to be able to make him the new Lord High Priest. Airlia slowly began her descent with the others holding the rope, to ensure that she got down there safely. It was only just barely that she reached the bottom. She was lucky as she saw the cage there, broken. She sighed softly as she reached the bar that was part of the cage, seemingly halfway down the cage as she looked about.
She saw Rolo there, along with a few other men as he looked at her suspiciously. "Airlia? What's happened? What of the Lord High Priest?"
She looked away sadly as she said, "Much has happened. We need to get everyone out of here and above ground, in addition to putting good food put in everyone's stomach."
Rolo nodded as he unlocked the door and said, "Everyone, we're getting out of here, one at a time."
She looked about her as she organized everyone from the lightest to the heaviest. "We are getting you out of here; I just want as many people on the other end of the rope to pull us up as I possibly can." He nodded as everyone got out one at a time, and when it came time for the last man, the rope snapped! She managed to cushion his fall as she worried that the others wouldn't know that something happened.
He looked at her as he said, "How are we supposed to get out of here then, if we can't be heard from down here?"
She looked up at the hole and said softly, "I don't know. We'll figure something out though… We have to!"
He nodded as she started to push the cage over more, so it was lined up with the hole. He laughed sarcastically as he demanded of her, "What are you planning girl?"
Determined brown eyes looked at him with a fire there that spoke of determination, "Climbing out of here, are you with me?"
He scoffed, "It'll be days, and we can't sleep and climb at the same time…"
She looked at him, "You have any better ideas?" She asked as she saw the rope come back down, lower this time as she gazed at it in wonder. Marcello slid down the rope as Airlia smiled in relief at him. "We pulled the rope and it went from heavy to suddenly very light, and I knew something had gone wrong. Draco warped to another town, gathered more rope, and came back. We used a spare wheel to tie both ropes to. When we started to lower the rope, I knew I had to come down to let you both know it's safe to come back up."
He got the man tied to the rope and the signal was given for them to pull. When the man had safely made it up, the rope was lowered to them. "We'll both go up this time, so we know everyone is accounted for my dear. Are you okay with that?"
She nodded as he tied the rope around the two of them, and when it was secure, he pulled on the rope as they made their slow ascension. "So, were you planning to try and climb out of there dear?"
She nodded with a chuckle, "Yeah, he looked at me like I was insane. However, I wasn't sure what was going on up there and was determined to get out of this hole."
He nodded as he whispered to her, "I'm still so sorry for everything I've done Airlia."
She nodded with a smile, "I know Marcello. And I know you can be the kindest man I've ever met, but you can be the cruelest too. I'm just glad you're letting go of all of those negative emotions, moving on to find what love can truly be."
He wanted nothing more than to hold her tighter but, they were coming up to the daylight and they reached out to the hands held out to grab them… to pull them up. When they were safely up and on the ground, he turned to Rolo. "Now that everyone I've harmed is here before me… I wanted to advance my career to its peak so that I could offer her everything I was never offered in life. However, the scepter I started to carry the night that you were all put in that dungeon… The moment I grabbed it – before I ordered you all here – it started to weave its evil magic around me tightly. Now that I'm free of the evil, I'm going to work hard at undoing the damage I've done to Angelo… to you Rolo… but most importantly to Airlia, the one who was wronged the most."
He handed over the symbols of the Lord High Priest to Rolo. "I want you to be in charge of the church Rolo. Please, don't let the power corrupt you as it did me. I promise you will never hear from me again…" Rolo held his hand out to halt Marcello's ramblings.
"Thank you Marcello, for admitting all that you did. I know how hard it must have been. Thank you for standing down, but are you staying with the Church in any capacity?"
Marcello looked at Airlia before looking at Rolo and shaking his head. "I still have faith in the Goddess, but I think I need to discover myself and who I am. I won't be able to do it at the Church. I'm just grateful my brother and Airlia haven't written me off completely yet, even though I had expected it."
Rolo nodded as he said, "Then I wish you luck Marcello. Airlia, if there is ever anything I can do for you, please don't hesitate to ask it of me."
She nodded with a grateful smile on her face. They loaded the boat as Rolo said, "Let's go to Savella Isle. I will arrange for transportation for everyone to go to their respective homes from there. And if they don't have a home to go back to, we will figure out a place where they can go live."
The boat ride was relatively silent as Airlia spent much of the day sleeping. When she awoke, she saw Marcello and Alistair there, and she smiled at them brightly. They looked at her as Alistair said, "How are you feeling Airlia?"
She smiled as she got up from bed. Shaking her head to clear her mind, she put the sun crown back on her head as she thought about it. "I've been better, the nightmare came again, but I'm not letting it get to me anymore."
Marcello frowned with a nod as he inquired, "Nightmare?"
She frowned as she said, "I'll tell everyone about it once we've unloaded the ship of the other passengers."
He accepted it as he opened the door, and the three of them left the room. "Oh Marcello, I have something for you!"
She reached into her bag and pulled out a long white staff with an angel atop of it holding a blue orb, with a matching smaller blue orb at the bottom of the staff. "This is a resurrection staff from Tryan Gully. May it protect you in battle alongside the Odin's bow." He smiled as he took it. She went to the alchemy pot and proceeded to look at the items she had in her bag. They had two shimmering dresses already, two light shields and two rune staffs.
She set one to mix while they unloaded the group at Savella Isle. It was ready as she set the next batch. She handed Marcello the sword – Shamshir of Light. He blushed as she said, "We need to be prepared for anything Marcello. I've got another in the works for Angelo."
She turned to the others, "I know that all of you have heard my whimpers of nightmares after nightmares. But there is one that I barely talk about with anyone… It's of the death of a man dressed in green. His uniform bears an odd resemblance to that of Argonia's uniform. However, unlike King Clavius, he has chestnut brown hair. He was soaked in his blood while his sword lay broken at his side. There was a dark haired woman who found his body, her ears were odd. It was long, like an elf but the ends of the ears were almost dragon like… She was inconsolable when she found him, completely lost to grieving the man she had found. I can't see much more than that, but I do know in another scene she found herself pregnant…"
Trode nodded as he spoke, "My dear, how long have you had that particular nightmare? It sounds absolutely dreadful…"
The others nodded while Marcello merely looked downwards, upset with himself once more for his selfishness and the pain it brought those he cared for, "It's been for a long time King Trode. But I tried to hide it at the Abbey…"
Trode nodded, "Truly a terrible nightmare my dear, now let's go off and help this village of yours."
She nodded as she turned to Draco, "I know where we have to head next, before we go there… A mountain top, with a dragon symbol on it, there's a village out there that needs our help desperately."
The others eyed her unsurely until Trode spoke up, "You've hardly asked anything of us this journey, Airlia, so I think it should be alright. For the moment, he's hurt and won't be doing anything to anyone. At your leisure Draco." Draco smiled as everyone gathered together to get prepared for the trip that lay before them. Airlia took her belongings and gathered them, to be able to change into them once more. However, as she looked around, everyone was ready to go help this village that may just have the answer to Airlia's suffering.
The daughter of the abbot Franisco turned to the knight, "Draco, when you're controlling the flying, look for a flat platform, somewhere up high that has a dragon symbol on it. We need to land there…" He nodded as he summoned the Godbird soul within the stone to give them wings. It took a bit of flying, but they found it, just a distance from King Clavius's domain.
He landed there as everyone went to inspect the markings. While they were looking around, she set about making one more silver shield. She was delighted when it finished as she handed it to Marcello, with a smile, "I don't want you to get hurt based on not having enough equipment to keep you safe in battle." He nodded as the pair went to the altar, and saw the dragon emblem that glowed with a strange power.
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