Once, she\u2019d broken her arm. When it had happened, Ryoka hadn\u2019t even felt the pain\u2014it was just the shock of it that hurt. Only when she\u2019d dragged herself from underneath the motorcycle and waited for the ambulance did she feel the pain.<\/p>\n
It hurt. But oddly, the worst part hadn\u2019t been the pain.<\/p>\n
Now, if her broken bones had actually pierced her skin at that time, her arm would have hurt far more than it did. But back then, Ryoka had been more overwhelmed by the dizzy nausea of it all and the feeling of wrongness<\/em> in her arm. That had been the real trial as she waited for help.<\/p>\n She remembered that moment now. The memory floated up in her hazy mind like a bubble of the past. It was important to remember. She didn\u2019t do it often enough.<\/p>\n Ryoka leaned on the table with the arm she\u2019d once broken\u2014her left. It was a pain in the ass to break your dominant hand. What was she thinking about? Oh yeah.<\/p>\n Memory.<\/p>\n Maybe if she\u2019d remembered, she wouldn\u2019t have made the same mistakes. But she repeated the same errors again and again. Pissing off everyone around her until they dragged her down into the mud. The same thing again and again. The symptom of madness\u2014except that it wasn\u2019t. That was one of the things idiots thought was true but was actually a lie.<\/p>\n Ryoka looked around. At this time of night, the common room of the inn was deserted. The innkeeper was in his bed, and the barmaids were all gone. But he\u2019d left a candle on for her. Not that he would have done it if she\u2019d asked, but a Minotaur\u2019s polite request was quite another thing.<\/p>\n She rested her head against the table. She felt hot. And tired. But mainly hot, in the bad, stifling air sort of way. Not the hot that made uppity Minotaurs try to invite themselves into her room sort of way.<\/p>\n It was night. It might have been dark and stormy, but Ryoka was sitting inside the inn, so she couldn\u2019t tell. She wasn\u2019t doing anything right now. Just sitting and\u2026waiting.<\/p>\n What was she doing? Everything felt like it was slowly being consumed by pain and that sweltering heat\u2014worse than fire because it was feverish, like swampy, marsh heat. Sickness.<\/p>\n She was sure her leg was now infected, and Ryoka didn’t want to think of how bad it might get.<\/p>\n Stupid. Just tell Magnolia she needed help. Do it now.\u00a0<\/p>\n This was stupid.<\/em> Why was she not taking the easy, logical, practical way out? Trust a [Lady]\u2019s resources to heal her. Not this gamble.<\/p>\n Necromancy didn\u2019t sound hygienic.<\/em> But she was doing it. Doing it because\u2014she didn\u2019t trust Magnolia? Because she was that committed to raising a middle finger to someone?<\/p>\n Yes. No.<\/p>\n Because she had principles? Because, because\u2014<\/p>\n She hated being bullied into doing something. <\/em>Because she\u2019d rather risk her leg on this wild idea than\u2014<\/p>\n Idiot. She had no one but herself to blame if this went wrong.<\/em><\/p>\n Memory. Pain. Broken bones. Ryoka felt time slipping around her. First she was waiting and then\u2014a half-Elf was talking to her.<\/p>\n \u201cRyoka? Time to go.\u201d<\/p>\n Why was she talking so quietly? Oh. It was night. Ryoka pushed her chair back. With Ceria\u2019s arm around her, she stood up. She had to be helped to the door. Humiliation. Or was it practicality?<\/p>\n They helped lift her into the carriage. Another bit of shame, but there were no steps up. And they\u2019d placed hay to cushion her leg. The other adventurers nodded to each other as Ryoka lay against a pillow of straw.<\/p>\n Credit where credit was due. For all the Horns of Hammerad bickered and their leader was a perverted cow-man, they moved fast. Within the hour of Ceria receiving her reply from the mysterious necromancer she knew, they\u2019d hired a carriage and horses and plotted a route to their destination.<\/p>\n It was a city far to the south by the name of Liscor. Ryoka didn\u2019t know anything about it. Apparently, there weren\u2019t any Humans there, just Drakes and Gnolls, whatever they were. She\u2019d let them do it. In fact, Ryoka\u2019s only actions since Magnolia had left were to agree to Ceria\u2019s idea and then to sleep.<\/p>\n No\u2014not sleep. Even as the carriage started with a jolt that banged Ryoka\u2019s leg, she knew it hadn\u2019t been sleep. The painful haze of dozing and waking couldn\u2019t be called that. But now she was tired, mortally so.<\/p>\n The thing about broken bones? Ryoka blinked as the carriage rumbled down the cobblestone street. She was trying to remember. What was it? Back then, it hadn\u2019t been the pain that was uncomfortable.<\/p>\n Yes, it was the other things. The pressure, the wrongness, the dizziness and nausea. All the things she felt now. Her leg felt hot underneath its wrappings. Ryoka\u2019s mind was clouded. But the pain was gone.<\/p>\n Ryoka stared at the soaked bandages she could barely make out in the moonlit night. If she took the bandages off, she wouldn\u2019t be able to think or move. Then the real pain would come back, and her leg would dangle like a dead fish. She was still tempted, though. Just to do it to see her leg bend obscenely as it flapped about on her dead skin. Flop goes the piece of flesh and shattered bone. Flop, flop. Floppy the Leg-fish.<\/p>\n She was aware that she wasn\u2019t\u2026wasn\u2019t thinking too straight. Sleep deprivation from the pain just made everything harder. But now the pain was gone. Gone, and far away.<\/p>\n Magic.<\/p>\n She could hear the other adventurers talking around her. Four of the Horns of Hammerad sat in the cart\u2014or was it a wagon? It was big enough for five with room left over, so a wagon, then.<\/p>\n \u201cIs she okay?\u201d<\/p>\n That was Gerry\u2014Gerial. The vice-captain. He liked her, she could tell. Ryoka didn\u2019t like him back.<\/p>\n Ceria glanced at Ryoka. The mage was sitting next to her in the wagon. Her eyes glowed in the light shining from the tip of the mage\u2019s staff.<\/p>\n \u201cShe should be fine. I think.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cShe seems\u2014odd. What spell did you cast?\u201d<\/p>\n Calruz. Ryoka didn\u2019t like him either. Not like that.<\/p>\n \u201cIt wasn\u2019t me. Peminac cast [Numb], I think. It takes away pain, but it makes the affected slightly\u2026odd. She should be fine, and it\u2019s better than her feeling the pain. We just need to make sure to keep healing the leg every few hours.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYou still haven\u2019t told us how your mysterious [Necromancer] friend will help heal the leg, Ceria.\u201d<\/p>\n One of the adventurers whose name Ryoka didn\u2019t remember turned in the wagon. He wasn\u2019t one of the mages. He gripped the mace at his side.<\/p>\n \u201cYou mean the <\/em>Necromancer? I thought we were just visiting another [Mage]! I thought he was dead!<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n The armored warrior looked horrified. He shook his head vigorously.<\/p>\n \u201cIf that\u2019s the case, count me out. I\u2019m sorry, but not even a debt of honor would make me face that monster.\u201d<\/p>\n Calruz rumbled. He was striding along next to the wagon. Even as they picked up speed as they left the city gates and rumbled down the road he didn\u2019t seem to notice the quick pace.<\/p>\n \u201cIn that case, get out. And consider yourself banned from the Horns of Hammerad while you\u2019re at it.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cCalruz\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n Gerial intervened. He patted the warrior on the shoulder.<\/p>\n \u201cIt\u2019s not the Necromancer we\u2019re going to meet. Just an ordinary [Necromancer], so don\u2019t worry. Az\u2019kerash is dead. Everyone knows that.\u201d<\/p>\n The name alone was enough to scare some of the others, though. Calruz had no sympathy for it.<\/p>\n \u201cWe don\u2019t need cowards! Jump off and run back into the city!\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cRunning from the Necromancer isn\u2019t cowardice, idiot. Calm down. Hunt, get back here.\u201d<\/p>\n Ceria called down from the wagon as she stabbed her staff at the Minotaur\u2019s head for emphasis. He grunted, and Ceria added.<\/p>\n \u201cYou weren\u2019t on the continent when the Necromancer attacked with his legions ten years back. Or<\/em> a Terandrian. Hunt is. I grew up with stories of him attacking kingdoms and killing people by the thousand. And that was when I<\/em> was a girl. Believe me\u2014even if we were all thirty<\/em> levels higher, we\u2019d still be no match for him. So stop questioning the courage of your own party!\u201d<\/p>\n Calruz glared, but he eventually relented. Ryoka could hear him rumbling what sounded like insults as he kept pace with the horses.<\/p>\n Her eyes were closed because that made the world spin less. But Ryoka had to ask.<\/p>\n \u201cSo this Necromancer is still alive?\u201d<\/p>\n A pause. Did they think she\u2019d been asleep? But then Gerial replied.<\/p>\n \u201cIn the past, they never found his body and he\u2019d pop up. But the Tidebreaker, Zel Shivertail, beheaded him and they burned him. Still, some people remember him, and everyone hates [Necromancers]. They\u2019re not outlawed everywhere\u2014but close enough.\u201d<\/p>\n Which made it odder that Ceria knew one, and the rest of her team was giving her the side-eye. She cleared her throat.<\/p>\n \u201cIn any case, the [Mage] we\u2019re going to visit is not the Necromancer. He just\u2026practices necromancy. And he\u2019s the only person who can help Ryoka I could think of.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cAh.\u201d<\/p>\n Someone shifted on the wagon. Ryoka heard the scraping of metal on wood. She peeked open an eye and saw the half-Elf looking at the other female mage on the wagon.<\/p>\n \u201cI still don\u2019t like it. Ceria, how do you know<\/em> someone like that?\u201d<\/p>\n She shrugged.<\/p>\n \u201cWe studied together in Wistram Academy. I was a friend of his\u2026once. We parted ways badly several years ago, but I knew he was probably in the area. Besides, Pisces isn\u2019t very dangerous. Annoying, yes, but not dangerous. He\u2019s\u2026thoughtless, secretive, selfish, and he\u2019s made terrible mistakes. But he\u2019s no monster. And I hate to admit it but\u2014he is very smart.\u201d<\/p>\n Gerial leaned forwards.<\/p>\n \u201cYou told him what you want him to do?\u201d<\/p>\n The half-Elf blew out her cheeks.<\/p>\n \u201cI gave him the barest details. The messaging spell I used didn\u2019t give me time for more, but he agreed. We\u2019re not on good terms, like I said. He\u2019ll meet us at an inn a few miles east of Liscor. Don\u2019t worry; he\u2019s competent. But I suspect he\u2019ll want money, and lots of it.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWe can cover the cost.\u201d<\/p>\n Calruz interjected before Ryoka could speak. Which was good, because she was completely broke at the moment. Even the healing potions and carriage had been paid for by the Horns of Hammerad.<\/p>\n \u201cWhy\u2019s he out there?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cHe\u2019s in hiding.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWhy does he practice necromancy?\u201d<\/p>\n A pause. Ryoka\u2019s eyelids felt heavy. Then Ceria spoke.<\/p>\n \u201cI suspect because he likes dead people more than he likes the living most of the time.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI get that.\u201d<\/p>\n Everyone turned to Ryoka, but the young woman was half-asleep already. Ryoka let her head fall back against the bouncing carriage. She meant to ask more questions, but she was so hot<\/em>. And tired. The parts of her shattered leg that she could feel felt like they were throbbing. But the pain was gone, thanks to the magic.<\/p>\n In this moment, that was enough to make the bumping, rattling wagon smelling of hay into heaven. Ryoka sank back into the hay.<\/p>\n She closed her eyes and slept.<\/p>\n \u00a0<\/p>\n \u2014\u2014<\/p>\n \u00a0<\/p>\n Riding on a carriage pulled by a horse is not<\/em> fun with a shattered leg. Even with healing potions and anti-pain spells. But compared to sleeping in an inn sans anti-pain spells and with limited healing potions, it\u2019s bliss.<\/p>\n I slept for two days, apparently. Well, I woke up and ate and talked, but they told me I had a fever. By the time it broke and I started to remember things, two days had passed. It\u2019s midday, and apparently, we\u2019re two-thirds of the way towards our destination*.<\/p>\n \u00a0<\/p>\n *Which, considering how far Liscor is away from the Human lands, is pretty damn impressive. The Horns of Hammerad must have set a blistering pace to get this far so quickly.<\/p>\n \u00a0<\/p>\n Some [Driver] is rolling the wagon forwards and grumbling nonstop about his ponies, but he\u2019s fast. Skills, apparently, let him carry us faster than most vehicles or even horses\u2014if not cars.<\/p>\n I missed the details of what happened while I slept. But apparently, the Horns of Hammerad made a few stops at another city. Firstly, to let the rest of their injured party members know what they were doing, and secondly, to swap out horses. Then they continued their journey into the night, half of them sleeping in the wagon and then swapping out with the others in the morning.<\/p>\n They even took care of my leg. The bandages weren\u2019t changed, of course, but they\u2019d used another healing potion so my leg didn\u2019t look as puffy and horribly red. Just\u2026puffy and red at the moment.<\/p>\n \u201cHow are you feeling?\u201d<\/p>\n Ceria leans forward over the hay when she notices I\u2019m awake. She hands me a roll of sweet, crumbling bread spread with jam and butter. It tastes delicious.<\/p>\n \u201cGood. Thanks for everything.\u201d<\/p>\n My voice wakes up one of the guys sleeping in the wagon. Gerial blinks up at me and gives me a charming smile. I guess it\u2019s charming. Someone else would probably think it was, at any rate.<\/p>\n \u201cWe\u2019re happy to repay our debts, Ryoka. And it hasn\u2019t been that much of a chore so far.\u201d<\/p>\n Says the guy sleeping in hay on a bumpity wagon after two days of roughing it. Well, maybe that is<\/em> normal by this world\u2019s standards.<\/p>\n \u201cI\u2019ll remember this.\u201d<\/p>\n Crap. That sounded like a threat. And\u2026now he\u2019s looking confused. Great. Change the subject, fast.<\/p>\n \u201c\u2014So. About this mage.\u201d<\/p>\n Ceria nods. She fiddles with her staff. It\u2019s not glowing anymore. I guess it takes mana to keep it lit*.<\/p>\n \u00a0<\/p>\n *Mana. Magical energy. This world already sounds like a classic videogame, and they use terms right out of most games I know. Still, the idea that we all have our own internal reservoir of magic is cool.<\/p>\n \u00a0<\/p>\n \u201cPisces. I told you that he\u2019s a [Necromancer]. In truth, he\u2019s probably not that strong of one\u2014I remember that he was about Level 22 when we were students together in Wistram Academy. Even if he\u2019s leveled up a bit, he shouldn\u2019t be a threat if you\u2019re worried.\u201d<\/p>\n I hear a snort. Huh. Calruz is still<\/em> keeping pace with the wagon. Did he\u2026run throughout the night? Even I\u2019m<\/em> not that kind of crazy.<\/p>\n \u201cI fear no [Mage], especially not a weak one who practices cowardly magic like necromancy.\u201d<\/p>\n Gerial shook his head.<\/p>\n \u201cHe\u2019s still the same level as most of our group. That\u2019s not bad. But why did you say he was hiding out, Ceria?\u201d<\/p>\n She scratches her head and glances over the side of the wagon. Not directly away from Gerial, but I know evasion when I see it.<\/p>\n \u201c…He was kicked out of Wistram Academy. And he\u2019s wanted by several cities for causing trouble, I gather. Not murder\u2014just extortion and troublemaking.\u201d<\/p>\n Time for more information gathering.<\/p>\n \u201cLet me guess. He was kicked out because they found he was practicing necromancy, right?<\/p>\n Ceria hesitates, and her eyes cloud over. Her team\u2019s listening, but the half-Elf just murmurs vaguely.<\/p>\n \u201cOh, no. It wasn\u2019t just that. No, it was because of what he did<\/em> with necromancy that he was expelled.\u201d<\/p>\n Again, the awkward silence. I hate this kind of conversation, but someone\u2019s got to ask the obvious question. Thankfully, it\u2019s Gerial not me that gets to ask.<\/p>\n \u201cWhat did he do?\u201d<\/p>\n Ceria tightens her lips.<\/p>\n \u201c…He got a lot of people killed. By accident. I think it was an accident, but a good friend of mine died. That wasn\u2019t the only\u2026only reason. But it\u2019s past now. Six years past. I called in what few favors I think I had left to get him to meet us.\u201d<\/p>\n The rest of the Horns glance at each other. I lick my lips and accept a flask of water. Some kind of past drama? Curious. I guess. I\u2019m not too interested in this mystery [Necromancer]\u2019s past right now, except whether or not he\u2019s competent.<\/p>\n \u201cIs he competent?\u201d<\/p>\n Ceria nods, relieved to be changing the subject\u2014I could see Calruz opening his mouth.<\/p>\n \u201cOh yes. He\u2019s got the levels to do what we need, and he\u2019s smart. You could even call him a genius in a limited sense.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cHow so?\u201d<\/p>\n Ceria scowls and adjusts the blankets she\u2019s wrapped around herself.<\/p>\n \u201cWell, he\u2019s only a brat\u2014I mean, he\u2019s only around twenty in your years, which I suppose makes him an adult. But he\u2019s got levels in multiple magical classes. If you add them all up, he\u2019s got more than I do, and I\u2019m three times<\/em> his age.\u201d<\/p>\n Don\u2019t they say never mention a woman\u2019s age in public? But I guess half-Elves don\u2019t care about that sort of thing.<\/p>\n \u201cSo this operation. What\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n I stop and cover a yawn. Really? I just slept<\/em>.<\/p>\n \u201cWhat\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n I\u2019m still yawning?<\/em> What\u2019s wrong with me?<\/p>\n \u201cTired?\u201d<\/p>\n I want to smack the grin right off of Gerial\u2019s face.<\/p>\n \u201c\u2026Guess I\u2019m tired.\u201d<\/p>\n Ceria nods.<\/p>\n \u201cThe [Numb] spell and all the healing you\u2019re doing is probably taking its toll. If you need to sleep\u2014sleep. We won\u2019t get to Liscor for several more hours, and we still need to water and feed the ponies.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWorthless nags.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI heard that, sir!<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n The [Driver] turns in his seat, and I see an old man\u2014and the ponies\u2014glare at the Minotaur. Which is funny. He snaps back.<\/p>\n \u201cIf you want to go faster, get off and pull yourself. Or I\u2019ll thank you to not insult my ponies.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cCalruz, shut up. This is the only [Driver] we could get who can take us there fast.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYeah, shut up, with respect, Captain.\u201d<\/p>\n Gerial and Ceria berate Calruz, and I hear him rumble an apology at the touchy [Driver]. It\u2019s a shame. I like anyone who has an attitude like that\u2026so long as it\u2019s not directed at me\u2026<\/p>\n Something about hypocrisy?<\/em><\/p>\n \u2026Crap. I\u2019m already slipping back into sleep. Why? I guess\u2026just that tired?<\/p>\n I hear the last fragment of a reply as I drift off.<\/p>\n \u201c\u2014I personally believe he\u2019s delusional and that he\u2019ll never achieve his goals. But regardless, he won\u2019t stay in the area long. Every time the Academy learns where he\u2019s staying, they send out a team to capture him. So far, he\u2019s escaped, but it\u2019s only a matter of time before he stays in one place too long and gets caught.\u201d<\/p>\n And then\u2014and then\u2014<\/p>\n I go back to sleep.<\/p>\n \u00a0<\/p>\n \u2014\u2014<\/p>\n \u00a0<\/p>\n When Ryoka woke up the second time, she looked around and knew that she was in a different place. The grasslands still stretched around her, but the grass was longer here, and to each side, she saw towering mountains enclosing the area.<\/p>\n She was in a valley. A pass between the mountain ranges that she normally saw as distant shapes in the distance. And the dirt road the wagon had been travelling on was now stone. The increased rumbling and jolting as the wagon struck uneven stones was probably what woke her up. Also, something really stank,<\/em> and it was hard to sleep through.<\/p>\n \u201cEvening.\u201d<\/p>\n This time, Ceria handed Ryoka a piece of bread with some sliced cheese and meat. Again, Ryoka devoured the meal quickly before she spoke.<\/p>\n \u201cHow was the trip?\u201d<\/p>\n One of the other mages enjoying his lunch looked up and replied.<\/p>\n \u201cUneventful. We scared away a few Razorbeaks that wanted to take a bite out of your leg, but we haven\u2019t seen any other monsters.\u201d<\/p>\n Ryoka blinked stupidly. Her head still felt stuffed.<\/p>\n \u201cRazorbeaks?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cLarge, green birds. Leathery. Got teeth sharp as a knife, but they\u2019re not too dangerous. A few sparks scare them away.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cNot a challenge.\u201d<\/p>\n Ryoka looked over and realized what the smell was. Calruz sat at the far end of the wagon\u2014downwind<\/em> of the other adventurers. He was sweating heavily. To put it politely, he reeked<\/em>. The smell reminded Ryoka of a workout gym right in the middle of rush hour crossed with a barn right in the middle of a different kind of rush hour.<\/p>\n \u201cWe near Liscor?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cA few miles away. But we should see the inn Pisces mentioned any minute now. You have good timing.\u201d<\/p>\n Ryoka shrugged. She kept looking around. The plains really were quite empty. She supposed sleeping through most of the journey had a lot to do with that, but really, the landscape she could see had very few variations in it. Just a few trees over\u2026there and some weird rocks scattered all over in other directions. And over there\u2014<\/p>\n \u201cGoblins.\u201d<\/p>\n Ryoka said it at the same time as Ceria. The other adventurers sat up and squinted to see as they reached for their weapons. Calruz took one look and sat back against the wagon.<\/p>\n \u201cBah.\u201d<\/p>\n Gerial squinted as the warrior by his side pulled out a longbow from the supplies in the carriage and began to string it.<\/p>\n \u201cGoblins. Looks like a fight within their own tribe.\u201d<\/p>\n Ryoka could see two groups of Goblins slashing and clubbing each other in the distance. It was hard to tell, but it looked like one side was being led by a small Goblin while the other was leaderless. Still, the numbers favored the leaderless side.<\/p>\n \u201cHm. Looks like one of those Goblins has some experience fighting. See\u2014they\u2019re using formations and fighting together.\u201d<\/p>\n Calruz didn\u2019t even look up as he stretched out.<\/p>\n \u201cRabble. Not worth dirtying a blade over. Not a single Hob in sight.\u201d<\/p>\n One of the other adventurers gritted their teeth.<\/p>\n \u201cYou wouldn\u2019t say that if you ever saw a raiding party\u2014or a warband. Besides, the Guild offers a copper piece for every four pairs of Goblin ears.\u201d<\/p>\n The bow-wielding warrior drew an arrow and sighted down the shaft.<\/p>\n \u201cI can probably hit the runt if you slow the carriage down. Might stop a new chieftain being selected for a few more days. Want me to make the shot?\u201d<\/p>\n Calruz waved a hand indifferently, clearly uncaring. The warrior glanced at Gerial. And Gerial glanced at Ryoka. He hesitated and then shook his head.<\/p>\n \u201cThis isn\u2019t our area, and besides, it\u2019s a tiny tribe. Let the local adventurers deal with it if it becomes an issue. Let\u2019s go find that [Necromancer].\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cHe should be waiting at the inn. Anyone see it?\u201d<\/p>\n The other adventurers looked around as the warrior unstrung his bow, grumbling about a missed opportunity. Ryoka looked around too, but the landscape was full of hidden hills and dips that made seeing in a straight line hard.<\/p>\n It was half an hour before one of the mages pointed.<\/p>\n \u201cThere\u2019s the inn. We\u2019re here.\u201d<\/p>\n Ryoka\u2019s head shot up. She saw in the distance a rising hill, broad enough to almost be called a plateau, and on it\u2014<\/p>\n An inn.<\/p>\n It was quite ordinary. Ryoka glanced at its weathered fa\u00e7ade and immediately paid no attention more to it. Because standing on top of the gently sloping hill and staring down towards the party of adventurers was a [Mage].<\/p>\n He was clearly a [Mage]. He looked pasty-skinned and like he was more used to wielding books than a sword. His robes were white\u2014well, as the wagon approached, they became more colorful, but he was wearing robes.<\/p>\n The wagon rumbled to a stop as the sweating horses finally finished their long journey. The adventurers slowly and silently slid out of the wagon. Ryoka tried to get up, but Calruz simply picked her up in his arms and hopped off the wagon before placing her on her feet. She glared at him but then focused on the [Mage].<\/p>\n Pisces. He looked quite harmless as the Horns of Hammerad spread out in front of him. But Ryoka noticed that while none of the adventurers had drawn their swords, they weren\u2019t relaxing in front of him. And they were in formation\u2014two of the [Mages] in the back while the warrior with the mace stood in front of them. Calruz and Gerial flanked Ceria as she stepped forwards.<\/p>\n The half-Elf walked forwards until she and Pisces were a few feet apart. They appraised each other. One, a part-immortal with beauty that bordered on the supernatural, wearing robes woven with magic and finest cloth. The other, a [Mage] in dirty robes standing in front of a run-down inn.<\/p>\n Ceria inclined her head slightly. Pisces nodded.<\/p>\n \u201cPisces.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cCeria.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cIt\u2019s been a while, hasn\u2019t it?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cQuite. Spoken to Mons? Beatrice, perchance?\u201d<\/p>\n He gave her a wary look, and Ceria\u2019s wary look turned into a flash of anger.<\/p>\n \u201cYou know I haven\u2019t. This isn\u2019t a trap. I haven\u2019t heard a word for\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n He raised his palms.<\/p>\n \u201cI am simply asking.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWell\u2014no. This is a mission of mercy. Thanks\u2014thanks for meeting us.\u201d<\/p>\n His face twisted into a sneer, and he seemed about to say something, but then he glanced at Ceria\u2019s team and at Ryoka. Both fell silent as Ryoka balanced on one leg. She looked from one face to the other. Clearly, there was little love lost between the two, but they weren\u2019t enemies. It was another one of the awkward social moments she hated.<\/p>\n Ceria broke the silence. She nodded towards the inn.<\/p>\n \u201cIs there anyone in there? Can we buy supplies and rest or do we have to go into the city?\u201d<\/p>\n He shrugged.<\/p>\n \u201cNot at the moment. The owner is currently elsewhere, it seems.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cThey let you stay at the inn? Nevermind, it doesn\u2019t matter. Well then, I guess this is as good a place as any.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI suppose so.\u201d<\/p>\n More silence. Ceria tightened her grip on her staff.<\/p>\n \u201cYou know what we want you to do?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cMend shattered bone? A simple task.\u201d<\/p>\n Pisces shrugged casually. This seemed to infuriate Gerial. The vice-captain stepped forwards.<\/p>\n \u201cWe\u2019ve travelled over a hundred miles to get here, mage. You\u2019re supposed to be a [Necromancer] able to help us, but I haven\u2019t heard how you\u2019d be able to mend bone. [Necromancers] deal with the dead, so what makes you special? No [Healer] from Wales to Celum could help Ryoka!\u201d<\/p>\n If looks could kill\u2014Pisces\u2019 icy stare would merely have wounded. He took his time replying and sniffed hard as he looked down his nose at Gerial.<\/p>\n \u201cNecromancy is a misnomer for the true nature of my magic. Reanimation is but one component of raising the dead. Another, crucial aspect is the manipulation and fundamental understanding of\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n Ceria interrupted.<\/p>\n \u201cBones. He can control bones.\u201d<\/p>\n Pisces sniffed.<\/p>\n \u201cThank you for the simplistic explanation. I suppose that does explain it, however. In any event, know that I am a [Necromancer] capable of your request. Kindly refrain from addressing me with pointless questions ever again. As for [Healers] being insufficient\u2014it is not my<\/em> fault that there\u2019s so little talent to go around.\u201d<\/p>\n He turned to Ceria, completely ignoring the outraged Gerial.<\/p>\n \u201cAnd my fee? As requested?\u201d<\/p>\n Ceria made a face.<\/p>\n \u201cWe\u2019ll give you twenty gold coins. No more, no less.\u201d<\/p>\n Her team muttered at the price. It must have been high\u2014even for the [Healer] to do what they had to Ryoka\u2019s leg, she\u2019d paid less than five gold coins total, not including the valuable bandages and potions. But the Runner just let Ceria negotiate.\u00a0<\/p>\n Pisces raised an eyebrow.<\/p>\n \u201cFor what you want? When, as your dear teammate<\/em> points out, no [Healer] can help your patient? Sixty, no less.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cThirty. And even that is robbery. This is a Silver-rank team, Pisces. Not some Gold-rank.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cNevertheless. You can eminently afford\u2026fifty.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cForty.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201c\u2014Fine.\u201d<\/p>\n Pisces nodded, looking a bit too eager. Ceria looked over at Calruz, who tilted his head imperceptibly.<\/p>\n \u201cWe\u2019ve got a deal then.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cVery well. And the injured party I\u2019m to heal?\u201d<\/p>\n This time, all the Horns glared at him. Ceria pointed at Ryoka\u2019s bad leg. Pisces glanced over and sniffed.<\/p>\n \u201cOf course.\u201d<\/p>\n Ceria let out a sigh that spoke to Ryoka of long suffering. She gestured at the inn and grasslands.<\/p>\n \u201cWhere do you want to work?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cThere\u2019s no need to move. Now that we\u2019ve agreed, let\u2019s begin.\u201d<\/p>\n Pisces reached down and put a hand on Ryoka\u2019s leg. She felt something begin to shift <\/em>inside her leg and bit back a shout of surprise.<\/p>\n \u201cPisces!<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n Ceria shouted, and the other Horns reached for their weapons. Calruz clenched his fist and loomed forwards ominously, but Pisces didn\u2019t look around.<\/p>\n He was shifting his finger as he stared hard at Ryoka\u2019s leg. Something was moving around in there. Ryoka could feel multiple points of contact as the skin on her leg rippled and twisted<\/em>.<\/p>\n It didn\u2019t hurt. But it felt more unpleasant than anything she\u2019d ever experienced. For once, her body was not<\/em> in her control, and Ryoka didn\u2019t like it one bit.<\/p>\n But almost as soon as it had started, the feeling stopped. Pisces glanced up from her leg and narrowed his eyes at Ceria.<\/p>\n \u201cI would appreciate no shouting during the process. You know how much concentration this takes even without interruption.\u201d<\/p>\n The half-Elf stepped forwards and jabbed Pisces hard in the chest, making him wince.<\/p>\n \u201cYou idiot! At least have her lie down before you do that!\u201d<\/p>\n Pisces shrugged insolently.<\/p>\n \u201cThe comfort of the patient is of no object to me. Regardless\u2026I\u2019m done. Where\u2019s my payment?\u201d<\/p>\n The other adventurers stared at him incredulously.<\/p>\n \u201cAlready?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cImpossible!\u201d<\/p>\n Gerial strode forwards and jabbed at Pisces angrily.<\/p>\n \u201cYou can\u2019t have finished so quickly! You must be lying!\u201d<\/p>\n Pisces stepped back rather than let Gerial get near him. He sneered at the older man.<\/p>\n \u201cYou may doubt all you wish, but I believe my fellow student can attest to my competence. Besides which, any spell would confirm the veracity of my statement. Tell them, Springwalker.\u201d<\/p>\n Ceria nodded reluctantly. She bent down and felt at Ryoka\u2019s leg, then shot a glance up. But she traced a long, continuous line down Ryoka\u2019s leg and then stood up and whistled.<\/p>\n \u201cIt\u2019s true. He\u2019s restored the bone to normal. Dead gods\u2014that\u2019s incredible.\u201d<\/p>\n The Horns of Hammerad exclaimed in surprise and shock. They immediately appraised Pisces again, all except for Ryoka. She was still staring down at her leg.<\/p>\n \u201cFine, then. Your money.\u201d<\/p>\n Ceria looked at Calruz. The Minotaur grunted and fished in his belt pouch. He tossed Ceria a small sack of coins. She caught it and upended it over her palm. Gold coins poured out\u2014far more than the bag should have contained.<\/p>\n Pisces waited until Ceria had counted the coins out. There were more than could fit in her hand, but as the coins poured out, Ceria\u2019s hand shimmered with faint green light, and they began to float in the air.<\/p>\n The gold coins flew upwards and then resolved themselves into four perfect stacks of ten standing straight up in the half-Elf\u2019s hand. She handed them to Pisces with a face as if she were plucking a tooth. He smiled as he poured the gold into a pouch at his side. Ceria whirled away, and the Horns of Hammerad retreated to confer around Ryoka\u2019s leg.<\/p>\n \u201cI have plans for this gold. Not least, it will help shut up a certain annoying [Innkeeper]\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n He stopped when he realized no one was listening to him. Pisces glared around, turned, and walked away.<\/p>\n \u00a0<\/p>\n \u2014\u2014<\/p>\n \u00a0<\/p>\n \u201cSorry about that.\u201d<\/p>\n Ceria apologized once Pisces had moved out of earshot. She sighed and rubbed at her brow.<\/p>\n \u201cI\u2019d forgotten how annoying Pisces gets, and I remembered quite a bit.\u201d<\/p>\n Gerial was close to tearing out his hair. He snapped at Ceria while glaring at Pisces\u2019 back.<\/p>\n \u201cIf it was that simple, why couldn\u2019t you have done that? The entire spell barely took seconds!<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cExactly.\u201d<\/p>\n Calruz grunted. A large vein was throbbing in his head as he clenched his fists.<\/p>\n \u201cThat little runt of a Human was mocking us the entire time. We travelled all this way and paid all this coin for a spell that any one of you could have done? Explain yourself, Ceria!\u201d<\/p>\n Both Captain and vice-captain of the Horns of Hammerad glared at their mage, but she was at least equal to them in projecting ire.<\/p>\n \u201cI <\/em>couldn\u2019t have done that. And that was no spell\u2014at least, not any spell written down. You think we overpaid? I think we underpaid,<\/em> and I\u2019m just glad Pisces didn\u2019t catch on to what Gerial was saying.\u201d<\/p>\n Calruz paused. His massive face wrinkled up.<\/p>\n \u201cWhat do you mean?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cPisces was moving around each of the shattered bones and knitting them together. He could sense where they are, and he knows how to reassemble them. That isn\u2019t something any normal [Mage] could do. Or even a regular [Necromancer].\u201d<\/p>\n The other mage shivered.<\/p>\n \u201cCeria is right, Calruz. I wouldn\u2019t know where to begin with an injury like that. But the speed and precision of that [Necromancer]\u2026and you say he\u2019s only<\/em> Level 22?\u201d<\/p>\n Ceria twirled her staff in her hands as she took her time responding.<\/p>\n \u201cPisces is a genius. He possesses an intimate knowledge of Human bodies. No one but another [Necromancer] could have done that so easily. And frankly, I would not trust any other [Necromancer] but Pisces. Listen, have you ever<\/em> heard of someone mending shattered bone like that?\u201d<\/p>\n The other adventurers fell silent. Calruz glanced at Gerial, and the vice-captain hesitated.<\/p>\n \u201cYou hear about the Healer of Tenbault, and Named-ranks have the highest-grade potions in the world. But\u2026no. I know a lot of Silver and Bronze-ranks who take a bad break and it never heals.\u201d<\/p>\n Calruz looked horrified\u2014and angry. But his eyes were flickering.<\/p>\n \u201cThe House of Minos has a lot of experience with bone injuries, and our [Healers] are the best as I said. But\u2014that was instantaneous. And the solution is a [Necromancer]? I should report this to home. If that really does mend bone that fast\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cAnd it worked? This only matters if it works.\u201d<\/p>\n Hunt interrupted nervously. The man was glancing at Ryoka for confirmation. Now, the adventurers stared at Ryoka\u2019s leg. It seemed\u2026unchanged, at least under the bandages. That was to say, the bandages were so red and dirty that none of the actual flesh could be spotted underneath. At least the leg didn\u2019t appear swollen.<\/p>\n \u201cThe flesh is still probably broken, but the bone underneath should be repaired if Pisces is right. He doesn\u2019t know healing spells, but he could easily reinforce and repair the bone.\u201d<\/p>\n Ceria peered at Ryoka. The girl hadn\u2019t moved the entire time\u2014since Pisces had begun changing her leg, she\u2019d been frozen, staring down at it.<\/p>\n \u201cRyoka? How do you feel?\u201d<\/p>\n No response. It was as if Ryoka were lost to the world. Ceria frowned, worry crossing her expression.<\/p>\n \u201c\u2026Ryoka?\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0<\/p>\n \u2014\u2014<\/p>\n \u00a0<\/p>\n \u201c\u2026Ryoka?\u201d<\/p>\n Someone is calling my name. And I want to answer them, I really do. But something else is occupying my mind. If you put the second coming, Armageddon, an alien invasion, and Elvis Presley rising from the dead right in front of my face, I wouldn\u2019t be able to look up.<\/p>\n Because I can feel it.<\/p>\n The magic on my leg is still there, but I can feel it. The flesh may be broken, but the bone is whole. My bones are whole.<\/p>\n I. Am. Whole.<\/p>\n \u201cRyoka? Are you okay? How do you feel?\u201d<\/p>\n What kind of question is that? How do I feel? Am I okay? How could\u2014how could words<\/em>, mere words describe what I\u2019m feeling at the moment.<\/p>\n It took just a moment, but the difference between the me of now and then is\u2014is the difference of a lifetime. I am healed. I am me <\/em>again.<\/p>\n \u201cRyoka?\u201d<\/p>\n Ceria puts a hand on my shoulder. It brings me out of the moment, just for a second. And it\u2019s annoying because this is a moment I wish could last forever. If I could capture this feeling\u2014if I could remember it, I would never despair again. This is what it means to have hope fulfilled.<\/p>\n But she wants an answer. How do I feel? Am I okay? What a stupid question. But I have to respond with something. Something\u2026something pithy, like \u2018how do you think?\u2019<\/p>\n I open my mouth, and something<\/em> changes.<\/p>\n \u2026What?<\/p>\n For once, there\u2019s nothing angry in me, no heart full of rage and hurt. Instead\u2014instead, as I open my mouth, I hesitate. The bitter, harsh words stop on my tongue and refuse to come out. And something inside of me asks: why? Why and when?<\/p>\n Why was I about to lash out at the person who saved me? Saved. Me. Why would I ever do such a thing, repay all her kindness with rudeness? Am I that kind of person?<\/p>\n When did I forget gratitude? Since when was my first response always anger? When did I forget what it meant to say \u2018thank you?\u2019<\/p>\n Who am I, and where did the girl who smiled go?<\/em><\/p>\n I don\u2019t say anything. I swallow the bitter words unspoken. Instead, I turn to Ceria and look her in the eye. Her eyes are gold, the molten core of suns and burnished gold. The color of wheat fields in the fading sun, and caught in their depths is a glimpse of something deeper, something greater. A bit of eternity.<\/p>\n I bow my head, low. It\u2019s been too long since I looked at my own two feet. I can feel the surprise of the people around them, but it\u2019s only natural. It\u2019s the least I can do. Should do.<\/p>\n \u201cThank you.\u201d<\/p>\n Again, surprise. But I keep my head bowed. I can\u2019t look them in the eyes just yet. The ground is blurry. So I repeat the same words.<\/p>\n \u201cThank you. Thank you, thank you. Thank you.<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n Insufficient words. They\u2019re not enough. How could words ever be enough?<\/p>\n The Japanese\u2014the people that make up half of my heritage\u2014they have a type of bow they use for apologies. It looks like prostration, and that\u2019s what it translates to in English.<\/p>\n \u571f\u4e0b\u5ea7. Dogeza. I once swore that I\u2019d never do that for anyone. Not kings or queens or even God if he existed. But I\u2019d do it now if I knew it wouldn\u2019t make them feel so awkward. But I do it now, in my mind and soul. Thanking the people who gave me back what matters most to me.<\/p>\n My legs. My wings. My ability to fly. So I thank them in every way I can.<\/p>\n \u201cIt was nothing\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n I look up. Ceria is blushing. And on her face, it is truly cute rather than beautiful to see. I smile and turn. Calruz blinks down at me. Surprised? But I think I know how to thank him, and it is differently than Ceria.<\/p>\n \u201cI am truly grateful. And I\u2019m sorry for my rudeness earlier. I owe you a debt I can\u2019t repay. But I know the Horns of Hammerad now, and I know what defines you.\u201d<\/p>\n I stick out my hand towards him.<\/p>\n \u201cHonor.\u201d<\/p>\n Calruz pauses again. But then he seizes my hand and grips it tight. His eyes were deep and blue\u2014I hadn\u2019t guessed. We shake hands.<\/p>\n \u201cHonor and duty above all. Without it, we are animals.\u201d<\/p>\n I turn to Ceria and shake her hand next. And then Gerial\u2019s. And the rest of the adventurers. How long? How long since I properly shook hands and acted like a decent person?<\/p>\n Firm grip, look them in the eye. Just like dad taught me. And they smile in return. They smile, and I feel it again.<\/p>\n Trust.<\/p>\n \u201cMy name is Ryoka Griffin. I am in your debt. Whatever I can do\u2014if ever you need me, just ask.\u201d<\/p>\n I stand straight and tall. Whole once more. And my mind continues where my voice stops.<\/p>\n Ryoka Griffin. Freshman in Columbia University, or\u2014I would have been. I never got to set foot on campus. Accepted with a Track and Field scholarship, specializing in the 400-meter run. 3.89 GPA average, hobbies include hunting, sports shooting, and reading. Not decided on any particular major. A fan of Youtube videos and playing video games, but didn\u2019t put that on the college application.<\/p>\n Ryoka Griffin, runner, unfriendly daughter who doesn\u2019t like her dad, 4th Dan in Muay Thai although I like Parkour a lot more. Refused Mensa membership, kicked out of two high schools. Angry girl. Lost soul.<\/p>\n Loves songs she can run to, a huge fan of rock and an enemy of pop, techno, and opera. Favorite artists include Meatloaf, Imagine Dragons, Fun, Lady Gaga*, and\u2026Five for Fighting.<\/p>\n \u00a0<\/p>\n *Not all pop songs are bad, okay?<\/p>\n \u00a0<\/p>\n Currently\u2014<\/p>\n Grateful.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n Previous Chapter<\/a> Next Chapter<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Once, she\u2019d broken her arm. When it had happened, Ryoka hadn\u2019t even felt the pain\u2014it was just the shock of it that hurt. Only when she\u2019d dragged herself from underneath the motorcycle and waited for the ambulance did she feel the pain. It hurt. 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