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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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Memories
Chapter Forty Six: Final Preparations
The group gathered together just outside of the spring as she spelled them to Farebury. While the group went inside the town, Trode with his fear of the people going after him again remained outside. Airlia took out the flute of echo and played it. Hearing the echo come from the left, they went to his house where she saw it, glittering against the ashes of the house that had long since burned itself out. Going over to it carefully, she retrieved the purple orb. Placing it amongst the group's items, she said, "Next, we're going to the Tower of Alexandria."
Draco wanted to cast the spell as she shook her head, "No, all of you must save your energy for the coming fight. Allow me to do the spell casting for the time being." She sent them to Alexandria as they walked over to the tower from there in only a few hours' time. Going up to the top floor of the tower – monster free as they were all in hiding of the terrible Rhapthorne, Airlia and Alistair both shared a shiver as he found the blue orb that had been of his bloodline and added it to the group. Marcello looked at the pair and said, "Was this where it happened? Where you saw him murdered?"
Airlia nodded, remembering that fateful day – so long ago, but yet it felt like mere days ago. He shivered as they all quickly left the tower and spoke, "Shall we go to Maella Abbey next? Since that's where Abbot – I mean, Francisco, was…"
She knew why he couldn't let it be said, because then it brought back all of the pain and anger from that time. "Yes Marcello, that's where we're going next," He smiled weakly at her as she spelled the group there – growing weaker with each casting, but knew she could rest shortly for a few hours. She had to be ready for what was to come, either way. When they arrived, Angelo spared everyone having to go inside there, reliving the memories of what happened that fateful night to retrieve the gold orb waiting there for them. He found it on the floor, where he knew without a doubt Francisco had been struck down. Shivering, he grabbed it and quickly left there wordlessly, as all of the Templars were still in their drunken haze, thinking that Marcello was the Lord High Priest.
When they regrouped, Jessica said, "Our next stop is Baccarat, where Golding was murdered…"
They nodded as she went to use her magic, but Yangus flung a chimaera wing in the air, saying, "Baccarat." And they were instantly transported to Baccarat, where people were partying in the Baccarat Casino, gambling and drinking away their troubles, their worries of the world ending. When they went into the mansion, they saw the guards who had been present at the trials who were also at the Dark Ruins when they went against Dhoulmagus. With a small wave to their friends, the group went to the second floor where they were told before that Golding was murdered. Marcello went to obtain the yellow orb, wishing with all of his heart that he could have saved her all of these heartaches, that he had only listened before. He would prove to her, though, that he was listening now and that he truly respects her.
Orb in hand, they hurried out with a wave to Cash and Carrie as they left to visit Marta and Marek. Yangus threw a chimaera wing in the air, saying, "Orkutsk." And like a shot, they were off to the frozen lands of the north. Marcello was instantly worried for Airlia as he felt the cold of the wind flowing from the north. She smiled at him, and seeing him slowly turning blue from the cold, she knew instantly what was wrong.
She fished into her pouch and pulled out a small vial of Nook Grass, which was leftover from when they had helped Marta and Marek. Airlia winced as Marcello's face turned from pale – almost fully blue – to fire red. Just as Marek had back in the grotto when he took some of the herb. He shoved handfuls of snow down his mouth to calm the fire. "What … was… in that Airlia?"
She gave him a small smile of apology, "It's called Nook Grass. It burns now, but it will fade in a moment. You will never feel cold up here in the north again with that being in your system. We found that out the hard way when we were caught in an avalanche. We were lucky Boris the dog was able to pull us out and to Marta's cottage." He nodded, feeling worse still for not helping her as much as he truly could have. They made the long trek to Marta's cottage to find the whole village there! They were helping to rebuild it, much to the group's amazement. Airlia smiled as she ran to Marta to give an embrace to the elderly woman.
Marta smiled as she returned the hug before speaking to everyone, "My Marek now wants to learn the old ways that I had been taught, so that the traditions are passed down along with the new ways! But, what is wrong everyone?"
Angelo cleared his throat as he said, "We're here to pick up something that can only be found here. It can help us to take down Rhapthorne, the one who had you killed for that short time."
Marta nodded, "By all means, whatever it is you need it, take it." Jessica ran to the back of the house, where Marta had been impaled and found the orb there, glistening in the snow as the others had been – this one though, was red. When she returned, she put it with the other orbs in the communal item bag.
Airlia sighed heavily, "Next is David…"
Marcello looked at her – worried about what would happen to her if… "No! I won't let that happen!" Marcello swore under his breath as he pulled out the next wing to take them to David's home, "Arcadia… Marcello, if you could be so kind."
He smiled at her as he nodded, "Arcadia…" He tossed the wing in the air as they were transported to the town. Draco led the way to Dominico's Mansion as he had everyone sheltered there, including David.
She smiled as Dominico came out to them, no longer dressed garishly, but rather in a simple green robe with runes etched into it in black thread. "You're going after him aren't you all?"
Alistair nodded, "Yes, but we need these orbs we've been collecting. They're from the broken seals. David's is right over there."
He pointed to the glistening green orb. "Let me replenish your strength and weariness please!"
He said a quick chant as the light enveloped everyone, "It will make you feel like you're not hungry for now, which is likely best as you're about to fight a huge battle. If you were stuffed before the battle, you might get sick."
Alistair nodded as Airlia said, "Thank you so much Mister Dominico. You've done us a world of good. Now, onto the last area before I go into hiding…"
Grabbing one of the last wings, for there were two more, she shivered as she whispered, "Lord High Priest's home!" And felt them whisked off to where Calchas had lived.
The place was bustling with the Templars and the soon to be Lord High Priest, Rolo, moving about. Marcello went forward and was stopped at sword point until Rolo came forward, "He's not a threat to anyone – stand down please!"
Airlia came up to Rolo, "High Priest Rolo, we need something that was left when the last seal broke. It could be possibly where the Lord High Priest's funeral was…"
He nodded, "Follow me then, I'll get you there – quickly as possible." He led the way, back to where the Lord High Priest's room was. They went from the first floor to the second by way of the passageway in the middle of the first floor along the wall. When they went inside the room, the first thing either saw was the casket.
The pair walked to the casket as Marcello bowed before the fallen Calchas. Airlia closed her eyes as she touched his hand gently, "Thank you godfather for doing what you could to protect me. A little more and I'll be permanently safe." She bowed before she turned around to see the silver orb glittering in the light. Marcello quickly went and grabbed the orb before the pair left the room, hurrying back to their friends as Rolo followed them. When the group had been reunited, Airlia smiled at the High Priest.
"Thank you for understanding Rolo. They're going to defeat this evil, and we will all be free for once and for all."
The bald man smiled as he nodded, "I appreciate all of this Airlia, Draco, everyone! May the Goddess protect you all! I will not be revealed as the new Lord High Priest until after that demon is dealt with… Everyone has had enough upset in this lifetime."
And with that, one more wing was used, "Trodain!" When they arrived, they saw the dilapidated castle looming before them, furthering the resolve to end the curse!
Airlia went inside the courtyard and said, "I will wait here. If I see things looking bad, I'll simply hurry deeper into the castle. However I want to be here when you all come back to me as saviors of the world!"
Draco nodded, "If it looks like he's heading here, go to Arcadia, the magic there will hopefully keep you safe!"
She nodded as Marcello ran to her quickly, only to embrace tightly, "Come back to me!"
She whispered fiercely into the embrace as he whispered back, "I will! And I will bring everyone back with me!"
With the group away to Empycchu, she could only wait in hope and fear of what would happen in the battle. Settling on a nearby fallen rock, she waited as she watched the skies to see the mythical bird – glowing in hues of purple and blue – taking them to the final battle.
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