What do we do with them! Hah! Oh, why cant these youngsters just work it out for themselves for a while? I cant babysit them all day! she grumbled as she was making her way upstairs to the lookout tower. Once there, she grabbed a spare pair of binoculars and took a look at the visiting party.
Great! More stupid kids!
The visitors in question were ten young Lifekeepers. The youngest of them must have been six or seven. The oldest looked like a pureblood Faizul. And all of them looked like trouble. Aven had seen enough during her service to know how much trouble even one ambasiath can be and there were ten.
Follow the standard welcoming procedure, boys, said Avenge with a sniff, then she fished the bun out of her pocket and took a bite. She bit through the white dough into the soft jam core at the first try. The diadem stuffing was honey-sweet and bloody-red.
The young Lifekeepers carried no forbidden items and seemed just a bunch of ordinary neophytes on a quest. With the Temple of Life being so close to Firaska, their kind visited the city often. The leader of the group a young Faizul was the only unusual thing. Aven decided to ask him a couple of questions, just to be sure he was who she thought he was. There was no harm in asking and the young mages under her supervision could use the opportunity to learn a thing or two.
I greet the great warrior! May his blade be praised by the Moon! she recited the only Faizulish phrase she knew. The young mans reaction surprised her. His wide shoulders drooped, his cheeks blushed as if he was ashamed.
Im sorry, but I cant give you a proper answer, he said in her own language, without even a trace of foreign accent. I barely remember the language of my people. I grew up in the charted Omnis, my lady.
He seemed like a genuinely good boy. The way he responded to her simple test it was not play-acting, the Faizul did feel ashamed for failing to return the greeting. Immediately, Aven felt bad for hurting him so. She did not remark on the incident and proceeded with the usual questions instead.
What is the purpose of your visit to Firaska? she asked.
We want to buy a Transvolo here, said the young Faizul.
Where to? And what for? Aven continued.
To Torgor, to fulfil our mission, was the Lifekeepers answer, as truthful as it was vague.
He wasnt stupid, that one, even though he looked like a simple savage, Zarbot thought. The boy didnt even try to deceive her, the head of the Firaskian Crimson Guard, but he wasnt going to be open with her either. Aven had a hunch about the boy and his followers; something in them made her heart tingle with that subtle sense everyone serving on the edge of the No Mans Land has: the sense of hidden danger. But she had no evidence against them, no logical reason to send them away.
Aven let the Lifekeepers pass, of course, but made a note to herself to keep an eye on them. That tingling sense of hers had never let her down before. Those ten kids were trouble.
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Most cities of the charted Omnis have peacefully spread beyond their armoured shells ages ago, for their inhabitants had nothing to fear from the outside world anymore. But Firaska was one of those who still needed all the protection it could get. It had thick walls, lofty watchtowers, and massive gates that it kept closed all night. Also: strict curfews and brightly lit streets patrolled by mage Sevens.
What was the city like within the walls? Crowded. Ancient. Noisy. A labyrinth of tall, sometimes dangerously overhanging buildings flooded with pedestrian traffic by day but empty by night when only the Crimson Guardians were allowed to stay outdoors.
To avoid losing each other in the crowd, Juel and his teammates had to walk in a single chain, holding hands. Milian was the last one in line, following Orion who was carrying Jarmin on his shoulders to keep the little boy away from the frenzied crowd.
Milian had not liked Orion in the beginning but things were different now.
Orions grasp on Milians hand was firm but careful; to him, young Raven was just another little kid that needed to be kept safe. That seemed both awkward and heartwarming to the twelve-year-old boy who couldnt help but wonder what it would be like to have a family and a father
Several sharp turns of the alley later, the Lifekeepers found themselves at the central square of Firaska, the only open space inside the city walls. In the centre of that luxury, shining like a precious gem, was the heart of the city: Helga-Vladas College of Battle Magic. Originally, the building was a fortress Firaska had grown around. It had narrow windows, a moat filled with water to the brim, and a drawbridge. But now it looked as peaceful as an old warrior who had retired to spend his remaining years playing with his grandkids. Students were throwing paper birdies and magical sparks from the fortresss windows; tangerine and diadem peels a whole fleet of them floated in the moats water; swift little fishes nibbled on them; colourful dragonflies soared above the moat.
Pai looked at the college with wide eyes full of awe. The young self-taught mage was seeing a proper magical establishment for the first time in his life; to him, it felt like beholding a lovely oasis in the middle of a desert.
Lets go? said Orion, a tinge of uncertainty in his voice.
What? All ten of us? laughed Oasis. Id say you dont need an army to storm this thing now, he added with a grin and a sharp nod in the direction of the old fortress.
Juel pondered that for a moment. They already had drawn too much attention to themselves at the gates, so he didnt want to make things worse. Both Sainar and Kangassk Abadar told him to keep quiet. There was another thing to consider: Juel Hak knew nothing about magic.
Pai, Juel addressed the boy. Youre our only mage. Go there, investigate the place, find someone who knows Transvolo.
I will! Needless to say, Pai practically shone when he said that. Will you go with me, Milian?
Raven nodded.
Meanwhile, Ill look around the city, if you dont mind, Oasis, the urban jungle specialist, chimed in. We may have to stay here for a while, so a cheap apartment can come in handy and
Go. Learn what you can. Just be careful, Juel stopped his cheerful chatter. Today, we will stay in that inn, he gestured toward a long narrow building at the edge of the square. Meet us there.
Sure! Ill be back before the curfew. See ya! said Oasis with a careless smile.
Before diving back into the crowd, he left his sword with Orion to keep. Right: when you are exploring an urban jungle, a long sword only slows you down. The boy didnt go unarmed, though, for he still had his knife with him.
Orion shook his head and smiled as his eyes followed Oasis rushing toward an adventure.
It may take us some time Pai hesitated under Juels heavy gaze, but but we will do our best!
Lets go! Milian pulled at his sleeve.
That was how the young Lifekeepers split for the first time.
As Pai and Milian made their way to the college doors, the students in grey cloaks lined with crimson noticed them. Some even followed the two young Lifekeepers to find out what they were up to but everyone kept their distance.
It rained briefly over the square as if some young mage were practising water magic. Their clothes dotted with water droplets, Milian and Pai reached the moat and stopped there, fascinated by a neat underwater ecosystem that kept the water crystal-clean.
Those beautiful violet sponges, cultivated by the worldholders themselves, according to the books, were filtering the filth away. Green and red algae provided oxygen and food for the fish. The fish cleaned the sponges of parasites, etc. There were many more other species, too small to see with a naked eye, involved in the maintenance of the systems balance but who ever remembers them when there are those huge violet sponges that look so alien and so cool