Jezebeth * Iron Forged - The Rise of a Banite

[leviticus]

Sometimes there were other ways to put people in their place. There was the hard way, like entering a war, and there was the long term strategy of draining their resources, for which we wouldn’t have had the time. Not out here, and not at this time of the year. Such would require a non-stop supply chain to feed all our warriors. I didn’t go for any of that either. My plan had been bold and involved a lot of trust and confidence in each other. Rather inopportune when considering my relationship with some.

But here I was, a tenday later. Riding my way back to a gate that has been hastily closed and barred from within once again.

“That is far enough!” A familiar voice from above called out to me.

I didn’t take orders from that one and thus intentionally rode a few steps closer before stopping. I raised my hand in a polite greeting. “Crusader.”

“Banite. You’ve returned a little sooner than you claimed during your last visit.”

I canted my head at her, a shiny appearance on the walls. “Did you never learn we Banites are all thieves and liars?”

No laughing this time. “State your purpose, Jezebeth.”

“Oh, I can? How about me living here a most fulfilling life?”

Dawn shook her head at me. “You have a weird sense of humor. I give you that. But I’m afraid these people have decided to work against you, and deny you the entrance to their domain and resources. They’ve experienced a degree of hardship while your group has been utterly destructive on their population.”

“Hardship? Woman, I doubt these people know the hardship someone like me or you have seen. And without our protection this village surely would have fallen to northern tribes.”

Dawn frowned. “First of all? You and I are not the same. Don’t try and compare me with you. And secondly, you don’t know that for sure.”

I nudged my horse to take one step closer towards the gate. The fact I had to crane my neck more upwards in order to look that crusader in the eyes was causing just a mild irritation. “Know so for sure cause I once was part of a tribe. And this town? It for sure has been on our list.” I was hoping I didn’t exaggerate my confidence cause the latter was a strategic bluff, part of the plan so to speak.

It did have some effect cause murmurs of uncertainty rippled through the group of defenders and the crowd behind the wall like waves on a pond. I was sure every person there was now occupied with adding their own interpretation. Not enough to charge the atmosphere, but it was a start.

Dawn glanced slightly irritated at those under her protection. “She speaks with a devil’s tongue. Don’t listen to her and…”

I interrupted her. “You want me to prove it, don’t you?” I raised my voice as I was now not just addressing Dawn anymore.

“Aim your arrows at this woman! And take her down at my command!” Dawn reacted quite snippy.

“Is there a sergeant Thomas up on your walls? Show me your face, Thomas.” I called out.

More murmuring, and then a man poked his head over the defences.

“Excellent. Does there also happen to be a guardsman Tremil around?”

Dawn started. “What the hell is thi…” Just as another man stepped up on the palisade wall.

“Yes…?” The man who was Tremil inquired.

I smiled and continued. “Jackson, Urgol, Bram, Meledict? Oh, and… Sophia?”

Now there was some tension, but I had to fuel it some more. Not with bluff this time however. As the named ones huddled together on the defences, most had actually been up there already and were aiming arrows at me, I let my gaze slide along their faces. “How is Jessy lately, Thomas? She looks quite far with the pregnancy. And how is Stephany and the kids, Jackson? And your mother, Sophia?”

Speculation, minds trying to fill in the gaps I on purpose left. Theories were softly exchanged, anxieties started being shared. A few appeared now withdrawn into themselves with a pale face.

“It’s not just information.” I eventually continued, spicing up things. “Release those arrows at me or any of my fellow warriors, and…” I looked back up at Dawn. “And your crusader here will have actually played a crucial role in the execution of your families and loved ones.”

“You are evil!” Dawn spat at me.

“No offense, but I think evil has to be put into a perspective here, crusader. None of these people is to be harmed in any way. They have my word on it. In fact, after the hardship you put them in, we will continue to support these people and provide them with more resources after you had them use up all the wood and stone to build this… meaningless wall.”

And it was indeed right now a pointless defense, even though it was an impressive construction. I watched how arrowheads lowered. That was also the moment Ser Waters rode up next to me.

“Jezebeth speaks for all of us. As the First Cohort commander I too give you my word. And I only want the one responsible for inviting your crusader.”

I glanced at Ser Waters but I suppose that was something I indeed had to add. There had to be some form of punishment. Such can have a powerful effect on the collective ‘mood’.

Ser Waters turned his gaze on Dawn. “And you… we have no quarrel with you, Crusader. You merely did your job, and you did it well.”

Dawn looked at the defenders and noticed something had broken. “Is this what you want? Back under their dark laws?”

“It are laws at least, and I ask you to respect them.” Ser Waters continued. “I know you would.”

Dawn displayed calm and decisive leadership when defenders and other people nodded. The situation had changed and there was nothing she could do about it. Not with the collective decisiveness brought down like this. “Open the gates then, and welcome your guests as you see fit.” She was clearly conflicted about it.

Dawn turned her gaze upon me one final time. “Shaping the direction of a crowd’s opinion is a powerful feat. Only you are wasting it on the wrong matters.” And with that she stepped down and out of sight.

Sanders arrived at my other flank and smirked. “Today I’ve seen the devil at work. And I was so displeased.”

I arched a brow as Sanders turned to look at me.

“Mhm… I always thought I was the devil. Go figure.”

Ser Waters laughed.

[leviticus]

If one were to think this victory over Dawn would have provided me with some benefits… think again. Something entirely else happened though. The moment I returned to our stronghold I was immediately summoned by Lord Vacran. As I provided him with a brief summary of our latest expedition, he merely nodded and listened. He quirked a brow when he learned about Dawn but didn’t raise any questions on the way how things ended with her. It’s not like he had hoped for another outcome regarding the crusader. Like me finishing her off. I suppose him too had a certain level of respect for people doing their duty. Before I was dismissed however he turned back to me and away from looking out the window.

“Your training will continue. Actually, it will really start only just now. You will remain leader of your platoon, and you will train under Sanders and Ser Waters. However, you will also receive a few lessons from me. Go freshen up, eat, and meet me here tomorrow before the first light and before your first exercises with the platoon.”

Lord Vacran’s presence commanded obedience, and thus my gaze dropped respectfully. With a deliberate motion I raised my fist to my chest in the solemn salute I had come to learn during my time here. I understood this salute was not merely a formality but also some kind of symbol. Perhaps I would receive lessons about that as well?


Down the hallway stood Ser Waters, as if waiting for me since his gaze had targetted the exit of the tower. He motioned me to follow him and thus I went after the echoes of his heavy boots against the cold stone floor reverberating through the space.

Behind a corner however I nearly bumped into him. I found him looking down at me.

“Jezebeth… I…”

I didn’t think. I just kissed him, full and hard on the lips. I sensed his arms embracing me, and it was as if something cut through the surrounding darkness and cold. The feeling caught me off guard, like a flicker of warm light at the end of a hallway like this one. His embrace became like a sanctuary to me and… and…!!

“No… no, I can’t do this…” I heard myself whispering. With disbelief. Why was I saying that?

“Is it… Lord Vacran…?”

I blinked, and also learned my arms were around Ser Waters’s neck. “What? No… no… and there is no other. I just… I don’t know.”

I walked away, without a further word, let alone a salute. Quickly I entered my platoon’s quarters. They were all still out, likely for some debriefing, or a sadistic afterplay orchestrated by Sanders. I removed my outfit and went for the tub filled with icy water.

My world currently buzzed with a noise and chaos, and I had to shut it down since it drowned out all semblance of clarity. When I dipped my head into the tub, the biting chill not only seeped into my skin but the cacophony of thoughts that filled my mind was silenced by the shock of cold. There…


Now I was like a blanket of snow, pristine. I held my breath and the world faded away. The only sound now was the rhythmic beat of my heart echoing in my ears. The fog began to lift and…

I pulled out of the water suddenly and drew in a deep shuddering breath. Gods be damned, Waters. You just can’t be in my world right now.

At least I now understood my reluctance. I didn’t want to feel safe thanks to anyone. I wanted to feel safe thanks to myself. Love is a weakness, and when someone is watching over me, I wouldn’t have the feeling that I’m doing everything with my own strength. I’d be too afraid to make mistakes, or fail to see incoming threats. I’d be afraid I’d get lazy, too much at ease, too relaxed.


I nodded to myself in the reflection of the water. I was afraid that I wouldn’t be able to maintain the little bit of control and autonomy over my life I had regained ever since my capture by the Network. It was a bit similar like when I had been taken by my clan, and how I as a woman had to stand out and protect myself.

Not that I intentionally longed for an existence of isolation and loneliness…

[leviticus]

Come and look out the window, he said. And so I did. What do you see, he said next. I told him mountains, as far as the eye can see. I was looking in the direction of a majestic mountain range with peaks shrouded in mist. The massif formed a natural barrier to one side of our stronghold. Here and there slopes were dotted with icy rivers of molten snow, carving a way through dense forests on the lower end.

He told me to look again, and I answered at my best ability.

“I see terrain that can be unforgiving and treacherous, areas with sudden storms and very unpredictable weather events.”

“Would you think you could invade those? Like back at the time with your tribe.” Lord Vacran asked me.

“This stronghold? I don’t know.”

“No, and yes. I mean also further up ahead.”

I shook my head no. “I don’t think it would have been worth our trouble.”

“Good, as we are not the only stronghold up here.”

I blinked and turned to look out the window. There were people living out there?? Impossible. Surely not permanently? But these were only the first of my lessons and I was willing to learn.

‘We are part of a larger whole named the Citadel of the Raven. It’s actually a string of forts and barracks over a distance of roughly 10 miles.”

“Ten miles…? All the way further up that direction?”

He nodded at me. My instincts told me to be cautious around this man, so I just looked as if open for more information but not pushing it. He was the teacher after all, and he likely had set out some kind of plan for me. I was merely anxious to learn about the specifics of said plan.

“You’ll be shown around, eventually, at an appropriate time. But first there is something else I’d want to talk about with you.” He tilted his head. “What do you know about Bane?”

“Ah… I… “ I hesitated a moment to gather my thoughts at this unexpected question. And why was Lord Vacran interested about any of that? I also assumed he didn’t want me to beat up the lore, but more likely who Bane was to me. “He’s a very powerful god and he encourages to overcome adversity, something that appears a thing for my entire life. Just like me he doesn’t appreciate people with excuses for a weakness, and he favors doing things the hard way…”

“Just like you do…”

I nodded. “It’ll only makes someone stronger, and since I dislike the idea of someone babysitting me…”

“Quite obvious. And although these are all good arguments to align with Bane, I have a feeling there is more. I only wonder if you are conscious or receptive enough.”

“Receptive, sir? About what?”

He raised his gloved hand. “Bane… could be considered as a force of nature, capable of like how you put it, weeding out the weak. No moral, no ethical considerations, but with that one small difference. Someone who delights in the downfall of others. And I think that you more than once wished for someone’s downfall. Haven’t you, Jezebeth?”

It was best to be honest here. “I have, sir. With pleasure.”

He chuckled soft. “Sanders?”

“M-hm…”

“Did you know that is his role out here?”

“Sorry, sir?”

He nodded. “Sander’s purpose.” He motioned at me. “To trigger hidden impulses within people. He drives you crazy, doesn’t he?”

“He does, sir.”

“And he’s doing a fine job at that, I can tell.” He observed me as I shifted some.

It never occurred to me that Sanders had been deployed here with a plan. I sensed a subtle stirring in the depths of my mind, a dark whisper of understanding that slowly grew into a roaring torrent of insight. Like a veil being lifted from my mind I began to see things more clearly. “All those people that were next to our group… all were there with a purpose…”

Lord Vacran watched me carefully.

“Orchestrated by… you?” I looked at the man’s eyes.

“The guidance was perhaps cloaked in a guise of more coincidence and chance encounters. A few seemingly insignificant events, maybe a whispered idea here and a fleeting desire planted there. But, I cannot take all the credit. He often manifests subtly in the beginning, feeding and testing flickering embers, see if He could turn such into a potential blazing inferno.” He paused briefly. “I’m not telling you He created the circumstances, but He tends to manipulate them time to time.”

“To what end?” I blurted.

“Ah, to align things with his grand design. All the tiny victories and moments of triumph you’ve experienced?” He nodded. “Some of those served as breadcrumbs along a path laid out by the Black Hand.”

“Isn’t it a bad thing to be aware of this, as a person? I mean, it would make Bane look only bad if it is obvious he is manipulating you.”

“That could be one view. Another could be you are a believer of His design. It’s the same thing with a king. He makes rules and laws, and people can either ignore or live by them. A selection however promotes them, either as a guard, soldier or a judge.”

“So you want me to become a law enforcer for Bane?”

“No, but I want you to recognize and acknowledge patterns, and accept the fact Bane has been in your life from the day you were born.”

My eyes widened some. Once more I sensed that strange surge of energy coursing through my veins. Memories poured into my mind like a life’s story on a single page, words scribbled in a frenzied dance of inspiration. I wasn’t aware of my temporary trance-like state, but I do recall that expression of profound satisfaction on Lord Vacran’s face.


For he had stirred something deep within me, something that was timeless and immutable…

[leviticus]

It was as if we rode near the edge of the world…

The landscape unfolding before my eyes was like a grand tapestry woven by the hands of the gods themselves. This was my first journey to other strongholds of the Citadel of the Raven, but it was also my first encounter with nature like this. Sure, I have witnessed mountains before, but often at their outskirts or around outposts.

Jagged cliffs rose defiantly at either side, their towering peaks weathered by eons of wind and snow. And yet they were standing like steadfast guardians of this ancient realm. Their mantles were still cloaked in snow, but if I had to believe it, these rugged silhouettes would soon turn bare or green.

That spring was in the air could be noticed in this lush valley that sat nestled between those mighty giants. The shoulders of the passage were a patchwork of emerald hues and vibrant wildflowers, and a crystal-clear stream meandered along moss-covered rocks through a potentially fertile landscape. The gentle murmuring of the water harmonized well with the whisper of the breeze. Out here farmers were starting up their work, likely preparing the land to support the Network’s facilities.

Our journey didn’t stop here though, and as we ascended higher and higher, the air grew crisp and pure, and it carried this invigorating scent of pine and spruce. Shafts of sunlight filtered through the semi-snowy canopy above, dappling the forest floor with pools of hopeful light. At every turn, every twist in the road, the panorama unfolded with even more breathtaking beauty. After a steady climb, we emerged into a high alpine meadow, surrounded on all sides by enormous peaks.

The sheer scale of the landscape was so humbling, and it tended to remind me of my place in the grand scheme of nature’s design. This place was timeless, even as every step my horse took was new out here. When I turned my horse to face the other side of the path, I clung to my reins suddenly. The sheer drop beneath accelerated my blood circulation and perspiration was a fact.

It took me a few moments to adapt to the supreme grandeur of the décor and its expansiveness, and after a few I could only marvel. Far above the floor of the valley bathing in the warm glow of the afternoon sun -and nearly at eye level-, against an azur sky eagles soared on thermal currents, their cries bouncing off the canyon walls.

I looked at it, no, stared at it, and I could only wonder why this territory wasn’t Bane’s home. It matched perfectly with what He represents. It was inconquerable, unforgiving yet equitable at the same time. There was no place for excuses, only long-lasting greatness. Vanity was not acceptable, only accumulated perfection.

Out here, one could only draw lessons. I turned my head and looked at my lord. Likely the reason why I was here.

[leviticus]

“What’s the matter?” The Keeper asked me as I hesitated by the entrance of the cave. “Scared?”

This guy was just as annoying as Sanders. If not more. Without looking at him I raised my chin. “Considerate.”

“Considerate?? What do you mean by that?”

Now I turned my head with tightened lips before I spoke to him in a steady, measured tone without fluctuations. “Considerate yes. As in treating this place -and- the people under my care with respect.” I offered him a piercing stare. “Unless you are hinting that me and my platoon should storm head over heels into this unexplored dark dominion like a pack of lusty Dawn Riders.”

The Keeper looked slightly unsettled now.

Good.

“You wait here until my signal.”

Self-assured and with conviction in my movements I stepped into the threshold of darkness. The silhouette of my arms and sword merged seamlessly with the shadows, but thanks to my ability to see in the dark I was still able to discern the difference between black and more black. In fact, of all the people waiting outside I was the only one with said ability. And thus I had volunteered to explore without the use of a torch and risking to draw some unwanted attention.

There was this… quiet strength in my demeanor, perhaps a silent understanding that darkness held no power over me. As far as I was concerned I had not merely stepped into the dark, but into a realm of possibility, guided by nothing but a fire that burned fiercely within me. Yeah, I did not like that Keeper trying to make me look like a sheep.

As I ventured further and deeper, the air grew more heavy and stale. Where the entrance had appeared like a gaping maw in the side of a jagged cliff that seemed to swallow all the nearby light, in here the temperature also dropped significantly. The walls and floor of the labyrinthine depths of this cave were slick with moisture… until the moisture turned into ice.

Never in my life before had I encountered such an experience. Caves tend to be a stable environment and often ice was limited to the exits. Down here it was the other way around. I was in danger, no doubt. But as long as I had no visual with whatever was responsible for…

There! Now I sensed it. Like as if something was prickling at my skin with icy tendrils. From the corner of my eye I detected a shadow that slid almost leisurely along the wall, like some malevolent specter. A faint, putrid odor that seemed to seep from the very stone itself, slowly invaded my nostrils with the sickening scent of death and decay. A sense of profound wrongness washed over me.

These were all warning signs, but I stood with shoulders squared and raised my sword and shield with a grace born of certainty. And then, without a warning given, the shadow on the wall withdrew itself away from me and further into the depths. I wasn’t so stupid to follow, but I did acquire a certain level of understanding of what was out there.

I straightened my back as I re-emerged from the cave. “The Keeper is right. If the Network wants to claim this part of the mountain to expand their base, they first have to purge the caves below. And there is nothing natural about either the dungeon or its inhabitants.” I looked at the circle of warriors. “Hm… I suppose I could lift the spirits with a funny joke…”

They chuckled despite the face of adversity, some sounded perhaps slightly forced. Damn. I never really intended to lighten the mood. Fear wasn’t necessarily a bad thing. It was something that could sharpen instincts, and actually lead to faster decisions once in a fight. If the experience of fear wasn’t properly managed however, it might also lead to cloudy judgment, or worse. Finding that perfect balance was key.

I hushed the men with a single stretch of my hand. “What is up ahead will demand our utmost attention and caution. We secure the perimeter up to the point where I went. Prevent anyone or anything from heading in or out the deeper area. Your duty is to hold that area until our Keeper here has collected some clergy to deal with the challenges inside.”

As I handed the Keeper a scroll and waited for him to hurry off, I turned back to the warriors of my platoon with a more serious expression. “It will feel as if the rock is alive and watchful, perhaps even provocative. You will however stand united even under a constant, gnawing dread. If you however allow whatever is down there to rob you of the confidence to proceed with your duties…, I will -personally- remind you of the vulnerability and the fragility of life. You will be directly and existentially vulnerable to the effects of my wrath.”

Silence.

“Do I make myself clear?”

The men nodded.

“Perfect. See it as a part of your journey to grow and to transform soul into steel.”

[leviticus]

Eventually the Keeper returned a day later. “They are coming, but only after the Eclipse.”

I blinked. “Eclipse? What eclipse? And, I thought this matter was urgent.”

“Sure, but erhm, they are Cyricists.”

“They’re wh…? Ugh. I really don’t care. They should be here with you.”

“Jezebeth, trust me. You are lucky they aren’t here. This eclipse comes with rituals in blood. Lots and lots of it. I’m pretty sure some of the Network’s worst performing recruits are being…”

I waved him off dismissively. “Yeah yeah, I hear you. When is this… bloody eclipse?”

“I was told tomorrow. Then count another day of celebrating, a day of preparing and travel…”

“So they are at least three to four days out.” I nodded at the Keeper. “Well, that is clear.”


The men around me murmured. So I turned to them and stood like a regal lion. They fell quiet immediately. It’s not like I carried a weight of experience and wisdom that demanded this kind of respect. Lord Vacran explained it had something to do with the way how I addressed them and a sense of assurance and certainty I seem to have about me. I couldn’t tell, but what I did know is that Lord Vacran’s presence spoke volumes whenever he showed up somewhere. I’ve tried to analyze why they and myself had this feeling about him.

Not that I think I figured it out yet, but I think part of the answer to that question lies in this : people naturally gravitate towards a person of whom they think he or she can guide them. Someone who is reassuring, even under a bad moon. To some there's a sense of security in knowing that such are nearby. Those people are not necessarily sheep, but they are people who instinctively desire to be led. They can think for themselves, yet they also long for this beacon of power or stability.

“Yeah, you heard the Keeper. Our mission just got extended. That means…” I rose my left fist and popped out my thumb. “First, supplies. Hunters go set out traps for more food.” Another finger. “Two, we split our guard duties. Half of the platoon inside, the others out here. If you even spot a bird flying up or a mouse sneaking by, I want to know about it.” A third finger. “And third… don’t be scared of the dark.”

They chuckled, albeit nervously.

I lifted my chin. “I will be taking the first watch with those inside the cave. One man in each group can sleep, one segment every time.” I motioned at the hourglass on the field table.


The watch inside the cave wasn’t a very pleasant one to most of the men I bet. Yet no one complained. They wouldn’t dare to. They didn’t need to…

Every tiny sound, whether it was a distant moan or a faint whisper, set nerves on edge, leaving one or two constantly on alert for any signs of danger. I imagined some of them experienced feelings of claustrophobia, especially with their inability of seeing in the dark. The flickering light of the few torches we could spare wasn’t exactly helpful as it cast more dancing shadows on the walls than spectres ever could. And then there was also the thrill of facing the unknown. Many of these warriors have never encountered such beings before. And that counted for me as well. I lacked experience fighting them.

But the adrenaline rush of anticipating danger I experienced? I kept it to myself. I had to keep up that air of self-assurance and conviction. I already had started limiting unnecessary movements of my arms and body. A lesson of Lord Vacran. Minimal movements suggest a leader is in control or very serious about things. And I…

A scream!

I didn’t jump up from my cover but motioned calmly. “Report, now!”

Heads before me turned forth and back.

“It murdered one of us, Jezebeth! And it’s coming this way!”

I noticed the man’s speech was rapid. “Very well, withdraw and gather around me. And, stay firm. All of you.”

I sighed as I noticed a few pair of eyes darting around, scanning our surroundings with uncool intensity. Mentally, they may be exceptionally focused, but I didn’t like the hint of panic.

Well, too late to address that as the shadow on the walls slid inside the part of the cave where we sat camped. I immediately experienced that feeling again. Like as if the surrounding air itself thickened with strong negative emotions. It didn’t affect me that much, but it did affect several of the platoon. Most of those hadn’t even completed their training yet. None of those had experienced the things I have experienced. I was superior to them, and that is why I was their platoon leader, and… and…

I frowned to myself, wondering where those feelings had just come from? It didn’t matter, it was time for action. It was time for… me.

I rose from my cover, and practically as only one stood up straight, looking at the incoming threat. “I know what you are. And I have a good idea of who or rather what commands you.” A single drop of water falling in a pool echoed throughout the space. “If you think you can scare me in the dark, think again.”

Again, there was that strange yet familiar sensation from my very heartbeat to the vibrations at my lips and my nostrils as I spoke. “Everything touched by darkness turns into a part of the kingdom I seek to build. Some may feel imprisoned by it but for me it works liberating.”

I maintained eye contact without flinching or looking away from the dark shade as my voice addressed the platoon as next. “Don’t fear the darkness cause it is black, for within it lies the power to reshape the world in our image. We…” I balled an armored fist. “...spread it. We… make it grow, and we… envelop all who listen in its cold yet fair embrace. We consume it and we will use it as fuel against those who think they can dictate fear to us.”

I stepped forward to show I was irresistible. Like as if I was guided by a higher source, one that was above all this display of darkness and terror. They wanted terror? I would show them terror, with all its imperceivable promises!

What I couldn’t know… was that the battle for my soul had begun.

As the shadowy figure detached itself from the rock, it loomed closer toward me, leaving the rest of my platoon unbothered. It stared into my eyes as I stared back. And after that, all went black.


I remember I tried to push something back, something that suffused every corner of my being. I remember having the feeling I was fighting a war, but one at too many frontlines at the same time. Vague I recall it reached a critical point, a darkness coiling like a serpent around even my thoughts. Its grip grew stronger, more insistent, and after that… nothing.


I woke up in a field tent not far from the entrance of the cave. Somehow and for some reason, Sir Waters was there, staring at me.

“What… why are you staring at me?”

He shook his head. “I’m not staring at you.” The way his voice sounded was freaking me out. “I’m seeing you. Like I always have, and now more than ever.”

He kissed me, long and hard. I sensed love in that kiss. But above all, I sensed our mutual desire for success and dominance. I could practically taste the ambition on our lips rather than expressions of vulnerability or tenderness. I recognized… myself.

And a kindred spirit.

[leviticus]

In the days after I recovered quickly and I insisted on setting out for my job at the caves. Turns out, whatever the work was, it had been finished. And that without Cyric’s clergy. My platoon was still with me up the mountain, and I couldn’t resist to leave my tent in between to tell them how proud I was of them, in a minimalistic way. But then, the reactions I received, the facial expressions I read… something has changed. This complex mix of emotions wasn’t easy for me to navigate through.


A few days later we were back at the base to where I had traveled with Lord Vacran. Ser Waters was standing next to him as they awaited my arrival at Vacran’s quarters.

“Jezebeth, you’re back. Good, right on time for your next task.” He grinned faintly at me as he glanced at Ser Waters. “After tonight.”

If Lord Vacran thought he could make me blush or throw me off balance, he’d have to try harder.

“Yes, my Lord. I’m all ears.”

“Perfect. Two people will accompany you.”

“Escort?”

“No. Yes. In a way perhaps. They come with you to take out an important target.”

“Like assassins work? My Lord, I’m hardly an assassin. With my armor they hear me coming from miles away.”

“Oh no, Jezebeth. Assassins kill one person. You are destined to kill hundreds.”

Ser Waters mhm’d. “Like a conqueror.”

I frowned slightly looking from the one to the other as I clasped my hands behind my back. “What do you require from me, my Lord?”

“The two joining you are the assassins. Your role is to evaluate them.”

“To see whether they miss or not?”

Ser Waters chuckled soft, but Lord Vacran’s eyes just twinkled a bit. “To learn which of the two is the most prepared to work for the Network.”

“Hm, very well, my Lord.”

“And to get rid of the other. Conviction to work for us is one thing. But no matter how talented, if one cannot translate such into action…”

I nodded in understanding. “I’ll leave at first light, with your directions and permission. My Lord.” I offered them the salute I have come to known over the past two years and after a nod from Vacran I left the man’s quarters.


Outside I raised my face at the azure sky and exhaled, slowly.

There was more to this task than simply assessing two people. I was being assessed as well. Over making the best choice for the Network. What if I was the one who proved unworthy of the Network? Was I nervous about this new job? Or was it excitement? Yes, probably the latter. Negative thinking practically always led to failure.

When a pair of strong arms wrapped around me it was as if I breathed my soul back into me. “You fu…”

“Watch your tongue, soldier.” The man mumbled next to my ear.

Mmm… he was everything I desired. Just like me Ser Waters had cultivated his strength through years of challenges and experiences. His presence dominated the landscape, and just like me he upheld principles and values, even in the face of temptation and hardship. I myself have always learned from setbacks and grown stronger through adversity.

“I won’t talk about the mission.” I whispered.

He rumbled approvingly. “We don’t have to talk about work…”

I turned my head to face him with an expression of ‘can we?, before glancing about our surroundings.

“We can be exactly what we wish. How else will we ever learn?”


When I joined him in his bed I sensed once more an unspoken connection, a resonance between our very beings that defied any logic or explanation from my end. We ‘moved’ through the night like phantoms, with a grace to our movements and actions, and a fluidity that spoke of a flawless, almost magnetic match.

Our union was not born out of love and laughter, or light and peace like those feeble Sunites and Lathandrites proclaimed. We, were prepared to navigate through a labyrinth of demons to prove our worth to each other, to roam the darkness together, bound by an unbreakable connection that was forged and reforged into concrete and perfect shapes.

[leviticus]

I had no idea what I just gotten into.

The house in which I had to wait was a property of the Network. When I arrived I noticed its weather-beaten stone walls -likely once proud and imposing-, now sagging under the weight of decades. The thatched roof was adorned with patches of moss, and tendrils of ivy hung creepy like ghostly fingers about the entrance and windows. Inside, crooked timbers, bent by age, held up the ceiling in a somewhat odd angle. With a torch in my left hand, shadows danced across the uneven floors, here and there further illuminated by thin shafts of sunlight that filtered through cracks in the walls.

I found the air was heavy with the scent of damp earth and musty memories, carrying echoes of laughter and sorrow of the long-since departed. Whatever was left of the furniture looked tricky. A rickety table plus a few splintered chairs randomly cast about, and with cobwebs clinging like gossamer shrouds to every bit of wood, cloaking the room in a spectral silence. The hearth looked long cold and lifeless, with ashes as a silent testament to fires that once blazed with warmth and life.

In here, I had to wait for the two so-called candidates. Hopefully it wouldn’t take as long as it took for the dust to gather up in here. I drew my gladius and moved to sit on a small sturdy stool, the metal of my weapon across my legs. It didn’t take long for the two to arrive, and from what I could tell they were both very young men, perhaps nineteen or twenty.

One waved at me jovially, the moron completely ignoring my drawn weapon.

“Yo pretty lady, how ya doing?!”

He really longed to be impertinent, or what? Slowly I looked at him before I regarded his companion. This guy was a bit more subtle with the way how he moved, and his body language possibly indicated a careful personality.

I turned back to the first guy. “I suggest you tone it down a bit. It’s not because we sit in an abandoned house we can throw a party and not expect to draw any unwanted attention.”

He rolled his eyes at me. “Oh please, girly. I’m a professional and I know what I’m doing. Relax. You don’t wish to be a relic of a forgotten past. -Mom-.”

I huffed. Clearly this guy intended to provoke me. And with that I learned another thing. He had no idea who I am or what my role was. To my surprise the second guy had moved out of my sight and learned he was checking out the other side of the place. I narrowed my eyes and concluded I had no idea who they were either. Perhaps a team of sorts, with one loud guy drawing all the attention while the other could make his move? Hells, maybe they were assessing me instead of the other way around. Why else make the critical error of approaching a stranger who had her weapon out?

“No reaction, missy. Not even with those pretty eyes?”

I shrugged, turning the sword over and reflecting sunlight to the guy’s eyes, blinding him briefly. Before he realized I was standing in front of him and smiled at his surprise. “Few words, more wisdom.”

The guy at the other side of the room cleared his throat. “So, you are here to help us.”

Was that a question, or was he assuming? I couldn’t tell. But I decided to just roll with it. “I am. You received all the intel?”

He nodded. “I did. Not sure he has.” He motioned at the guy in front of me who had started backing away.

I guess these two didn’t know each other, or this was some kind of playful exchange.

The guy before me widened his eyes. “Hey, I did, and I am prepared. To the teeth.” He grinned as he produced some kind of tiny blade from his mouth.

It was clear he meant to surprise even before the mission had started. Not during perhaps?

“Good.” I knew I was going to regret my next question. “Anyone want to lead?”



The eager guy was called Drey and the silent one Blake. No idea if those were their true names. I just went with my real name. And Drey insisted to be in charge. If I had to believe him our mission would be ‘easy peasy’. We’d just walk up to the target’s house, enter from three sides, and kill the man inside.

And that’s exactly how it started. While Drey moved to the backdoor of a fancy home in a more wealthy district of the city, Blake would use a window. I just walked up to the frontdoor and knocked.

Some older man with a long grey beard dressed in long blue robe of sorts opened up.

“Greetings, sir. My name is Jezebeth. I’m with the local city guard and I’m here to inform you about an active gang of burglars. I have reason to believe they are about to move their business to this district.”

The old man quirked his heavy eyebrows. “As in, right now… uh, guardswoman Jezebeth?”

“Possible, sir…?”

“Ah, Archibald. A pleasure to meet you.” We shook hands before he invited me in.

When the door closed behind me, I knew things had went wrong. Already.

There was a magical sealing around the doorway I sensed after Archibald locked the door. This wasn’t a normal home, this was the place of a magician of sorts.

“Impressive, sir. I already believe you have ways to lock your house from ordinary thugs.”

“Oh yes, guardswoman. But I hope the gang you mentioned doesn’t have a couple of arcane tricksters, cause those can be… well, tricky.”

“Well sir. To be quite honest I have only recently received the first reports. So I’m afraid I don’t have too many details yet.”

As he led me in, to my surprise the interior was a labyrinth of winding corridors and numerous doors to other chambers. It looked much bigger on the inside than it had seemed on the outside. Then we entered what seemed like the main chamber, with in the center a grand fireplace crackling with emerald flames. There were shelves lined with ancient tomes and mysterious artifacts, and a comfortable looking reading corner.

“I love what you have done with the place… I think.”

He smiled at me. “Oh really? Thank you, guardswoman. Can I offer you something to drink.”

I declined and he invited me over to sit by the fire. Again, I declined and remained standing albeit closer to the fireplace.

“So, how can I help you, guardswoman?”

I cleared my throat. “Well, it’s more like, how can we help you? Perhaps we need to learn a few things from you so we can see whether you’d be a popular target or not.”

He frowned. “Me a target? I thought you said it were burglars. Don’t they target houses rather than people?”

“Oh, right, I did. But we’ve seen cases of ransom and more of that crap. Do you live here all by yourself?”

“I’m just an old man, but no, I don’t live here alone. I have a pseudodragon in the back and she…”

He veered up from his chair. “Guardswoman, you were right! There are burglars in the house!”

Gods be damned. I hated to be right. But instead I just looked curious at him.

“She and I are connected,...telepathically… with the mind…? Oh, nevermind! Follow me!”

I rushed after him, trying to keep up in that maze of corridors. Or were it the walls that seemed to shift and morph? There were twists and turns that just seemed impossible, rooms at the end of hallways that simply couldn’t be there. Someone hadn’t done their homework, that much is for sure. Navigating this place was a test of wit and intuition, as the layout constantly appeared to rearrange itself.

“Ready guardswoman??” As he held the doorhandle in his big ham fist.

Wait, had he just magically transformed his body? He looked so much stronger than before!

I drew my gladius. “Yes, sir.”

[leviticus]

Archibald swung the door open with a strength I would never have expected, nearly ripping the joints apart. The room beyond was shrouded in darkness, but Archibald charged in like a knight on black henbane. I followed closely behind, my senses on high alert for the pseudo dragon and whatever else this magician had in store.

Suddenly, a shadowy figure leaped out from the darkness, striking at Archibald. It was Drey who found himself surprised by the fast and instinctively reactions of the mage, deflecting the attack with merely his wristbands. I watched Drey stumble back, momentarily stunned by the unexpected resistance.

Archibald in return unleashed a barrage of arcane arrows, his hands crackling with magical energy. With each missile launched, the very fabric of reality seemed to warp and bend to the old man’s will. Drey was barely able to dodge until he was struck full in the chest and went down.

I just stood nearby and nodded at Archibald. “I think you got him, sir. It looks like you didn’t need me after all.”

The mage or sorcerer or whatever he was didn’t seem to hear me. He was looking around, lifting his nose as if sniffing the air. “One more!”

I had no idea how Archibald did it, but this was an assignment way above the assassins’s paygrade. And above mine.

The man rushed out of the room and down a stairs that lead into a basement-like structure. Or, a dungeon?

The sound of our echoing footsteps reverberated off cold, damp walls. As we sprinted through a few narrow passageways, my heart pounded in my chest, each beat urging me forward in a desperate bid for the survival of Blake.

To no avail really. This ‘basement’ was an disorienting maze of light and darkness, and the floor turned more slick with a sticky stuff, slowing down my movements. Not for Archibald, oh no. He just rushed over the substance disappearing in the distance while at the same time my breath fogged in front of me.

“AHA!! Gotcha you, perp!!” I heard in the darkness ahead of me.

I pushed myself onward, a solitary figure racing against time in a desperate bid for… was it victory? I drew closer to light at the end of what had seemed an endless tunnel, but walls seem to close in around me. It was getting more and more narrow! I refused to go down like this and tripled my efforts to reach the exit.

Escaping from a certain death I emerged in a big room full of blinding light. Everything was silent around me and as my vision adapted I saw three people standing in front of me. Lord Vacran, Ser Waters, and Archibald.

“Guardswoman.” Archibald nodded at me. “Stand down please.” He motioned at my gladius.

“Like hell I will. What is this?!” I flamed.

Lord Vacran raised his hand. “This was a test, Jezebeth. But it isn’t over yet.” He motioned to someone in the back. “Bring them in.”

Drey and Blake were nudged forward at the tip of a pair of spears. Drey had pissed his pants and Blake looked like as if he had been wrapped up in a spider’s cocoon, his hair and outfit full with sticky stuff.

I sheathed my weapon and frowned but remained silent.

“Now, remember your task, Jezebeth?” Lord Vacran said.

I nodded.

“So, why didn’t you try and kill me when you had the chance, Jezebeth?” Archibald asked.

I turned to the mage. “Because that was not a part of my job.”

“You traitor!” Drey spat at me. “You were there to help us!”

I turned to the assassin. “Was I? Perhaps you should have done your homework better, like you claimed. And no, I was there to assess you.” I turned to Lord Vacran. “At least, those were my orders.”

Lord Vacran nodded. “As they still stand. You haven’t completed your task yet though, Jezebeth. Report, now.”

I straightened myself and paced towards Drey. “Very well. I’m not familiar with the work of assassins, but as far as I can tell it’s the same as when going to battle. They should have prepared better. There was no intel, no information whatsoever about the place nor the owner and possible guests. They merely trusted on their classic abilities to win the war and assumed their instincts would help bail them out if things would go south. I wouldn’t trust my life with them.”

“Very well, Jezebeth. We’ll…” Lord Vacran started.

But I ignored him and continued, unaware my voice commanded attention. “We should be more than just mercenaries and merchants. We should be healthcare specialists, identifying symptoms, locating bacteria and treating diseases with scorching metal.” An unidentified essence flew through my words and I found myself unable to stop. “We have to look beyond the surface to the core of people’s potential. I understand that growth requires both nurturing and pruning, but we shouldn’t hesitate to wield the scythe and remove the very cancer that threatens to erode the very fabric of Our society. We have to be prepared to cast aside the shackles of mediocrity in favor of strong, future generations.”

I stepped close to Drey. “Tireless actions speak louder than tiring words. Our methods may seem harsh, but then again our standards are high. You failed.” I drew my gladius and buried it deep in the man’s chest. The sharp edge sliced through flesh and bone with ruthless efficiency. Blood spilling over his lips in a crimson cascade that stained his once-pale complexion. I observed it dribble down his chin in thick rivulets before I spoke again. “You die now, and with it… true progress is achieved.”

I turned to Blake, but not before briefly looking at Ser Waters and offering him a smile.

[leviticus]

I admit, when I heard I had been summoned by Lord Vacran, I didn’t expect much good. The way how I acted during my last mission was even beyond my own grasp. Strangely, when I thought about it, it had all felt quite… well, like as if I was fulfilling the natural order of things. A necessary act, one to maintain the purity and strength of our group. Of course, I had acted on my own, without the slightest consultation. I imagine it may have come across as an act of superiority, and Lord Vacran may consider this as me publicly defying his authority. That, never has been my intention.

So now I was ready, standing before the door to his quarters, preparing myself to explain that my mindset stems from a perceived duty to uphold the principles of their belief system. Or whatever I had to call it. And that I viewed my deed as a pragmatic necessity rather than an act of malice.

“Come in!”

I inhaled and marched inside as the door swung open.

“Ah, Jezebeth. You made it. As you were.”

I exhaled a breath I didn't realize I was holding, and with a subtle nod of acknowledgment towards my superior, I fell back into my earlier posture, though now with a slight loosening of my stance. As Lord Vacran walked from the window to his desk, I took a moment to stretch my limbs, and slightly rolled my shoulders to ease the stiffness that came from standing at attention for an extended period by his door.

A faint smile tugged at the corners of his lips as he took in my appearance. “You’re probably not going to like on what I have to say.”

The physical tension that had ebbed away was immediately back. “Sir.” As I straightened myself, perhaps to prove I was no coward and I was more than ready to face his verdict.

“We’re having some issues in the northwest.” I frowned as he motioned me closer to his desk on which a map was at a display. He pointed at a location that made my military focus drift to more personal thoughts. Memories actually.

“It came to my attention many clans there have once more allied themselves with the Griffon Tribe, made peace so to speak. And in turn, the Griffon Tribe declared war on several cities in the North. Some among those fall under our authority.”

I sensed his gaze on me as I stared at the map.

“I understand you have experience with these people, Jezebeth.”

“I… once was one of these people, sir. I…”

“You were a member of the Griffon Tribe perhaps?”

My calm facade was now marred by a storm of conflicting emotions, and I sensed how my jaw clenched involuntarily. “No sir, we fought them, sir. There was this blood oath and…” I shook my head in disbelief. My muscles tensed with the effort to contain the tempest raging within me. “You mentioned they had made peace, sir?”

“Yes. They did. They set up trade routes between their villages and hung their axes on the walls of their homes.”

I rose my left fist. “Weaklings. Not the courage to finish what we once started.” As my words spilled forth like molten lava, a relentless force pushed against the fragile dam of my self-control.

Vacran rose his hands at me. “But now you are no longer one of them.”

I’m not sure if that was a hint or an attempt to cool down my emotions.

“During the time you are with us, I’ve come to know you quite well, Jezebeth. Perhaps better than you know yourself. For instance, your words right now? They are honest albeit with unbridled fury. There is no mercy in your condemnation of the ones who have wronged your principles. You have a glint of something primal in your eyes, yet you are getting better every day to contain that raw and untamed ferocity. Only to unleash it with surgical precision on those you want to bring to justice the moment when it matters.”

I’m not sure whether he was complimenting me or reading my soul out loud.

“Careful however, Jezebeth. Beneath that anger lies a profound sense of hurt, and that is a vulnerability that lurks beneath the surface like a wounded animal. If said pain is responsible for fueling the flames of your rage, you may end up paying the ultimate price.”

I understood this was also related to what I did to Drey.

He motioned back at the map at the lower parts of the Savage Frontier. “What if I told you we’d be sending a considerable force of our finest swordsmen to the smallest villages that turned against us and collaborate with the Griffon Tribe. Perhaps here, or here.” He motioned at some forest-rich areas.

My gaze drifted to the surrounding places and I shook my head. “That would likely be suicide, sir. With all due respect. From what I have seen and experienced here you have quite the capable people.”

“But?”

“But they are not the type.” I looked up and started to elaborate. “These people will be fighting for their homes and if they have sworn a blood oath to protect each other’s homes, that is what they will do with unyielding spirit. Your…hmm… our disciplined ranks would mean nothing in the shadows of those trees. The barbarians like to descend upon their unsuspecting prey like vengeful spirits, wielding weapons honed from bone and steel, and likely arriving from smoke and other cover. They tend to like a quick, brutal and bloody affair, and they like to have the upperhand from the start. Our men are trained in battle while they are hardened by war.”

“Exactly what happened.”

I blinked. “Sir?”

“Yes, from the reports I received we lost about a few regiments in those woods. But please do tell me, Jezebeth, how would you handle this? And… would you?”

I felt like as if I was ready to unleash a storm upon the world. With a dangerous spark to my speech I said, “In order to fight them… you’d have to become war.”

[leviticus]

Our platoons themselves exude this air of purpose and resolve whenever they set out. Any of their movements are being executed with the utmost precision and fully according the book. A silence, -albeit tense- is key so our commanding officers are able to bark out fitting orders. And I have to admit… when we approach hostile forces, there usually is a sense of inevitability to the scene, like when knowing beforehand we’ll be superior.

This however wouldn’t be just a clash of steel and bone. If any, it would be a clash of wills between our polished military force and those ruthless chaotic war beasts. Sure, the atmosphere would be filled with the scent of sweat and blood. And the promise of violence and honor would be just around the corner. Which is why I suggested to handle things differently. Not… because we were cowards. We just rather wanted to show them how intelligence beats thirst. If it were up to me, I’d afterwards organize a damn parade about it.


First things first though. Right now I was on my way with the very best of my own platoon to a small settlement. Not just any barbarian settlement, but the place where I lived for the most part of my life. I received permission from Lord Vacran to make contact and see if we could turn things around in our favor. The plan, -my plan- was rather simple. I’d return from the dead and would show them I was worthy enough to hear me out. If they were about that is. My people, -my former people- did have nomadic tendencies. There were a few places where they could stay, but for the most part of the year it was this shallow valley between mountains and forest.

It was also my first time I have been magically transported. Conscious at least. Never before had I witnessed a vortex of swirling energy upclose. And then, in an instant, the room we were standing in was replaced by a different scene altogether, followed by an overwhelming sense of disorientation and nausea. I think it was this sudden shift in space and time that wreaks havoc on the senses. Even a while afterwards I was still feeling sick in the stomach because of it. But I had to admit. The arcane masters of the Network were quite capable.

We arrived at a secret outpost that was far away from our base. And we went from afternoon to evening in merely seconds. I suppose I had seen worse, and I wasn’t going to complain. Inside the secret facility we exchanged our polished armor for something that would be more suitable for the situation. It was my every intention to come across as one of them albeit reborn. Evolved so to speak. And thus presentation was everything.

At the core we put on a sleeveless tunic made from weathered dark leather, its edges jagged and uneven, mimicking the rough craftsmanship of local tribes. Layered over the tunic came a set of plated armor in blackened steel, each piece adorned with fierce embellishments like spikes and intimidating engravings. The gloves we put on had a claw-like design, and the belts we put around our waists featured trophies and other trinkets. Black cloaks, a rugged leather trousers tucked into heavy, steel-plated boots, and dramatical looking weapons complemented our intended appearance. Smaller blades were in secret spots ready for swift access.

I wasn’t sure if this amalgamation of fashion would work, but my goal was to give off a certain vibe. To manipulate my people’s interpretations. If they still were ‘my people’. I had no illusions about it. I changed, that much was for sure. And for the better. I would prove I was still them… and something new at the same time. Enhanced. As we set out with a few days ahead before reaching our destination, my mind drifted through the potential hazards and the haps of our encounter.


There were only four of us so we’d hardly look threatening. And they should recognize me instantly upon confrontation. The chance for a fight during those first moments of contact was minimal, but not ruled out. Beyond doubt, former clanswoman or not, I’d be met by skepticism. And perhaps some slight emotional confrontations. I admit I’ve broken a few hearts, but I was also convinced I’d still have some influence over some. My path was about delving into themes of trust, loyalty and consequences of past actions.

My ultimate goal, by all means, was to find a common ground for cooperation with us, and gradually gain foothold in the country. How this would be achieved was secondary to the mission at hand. I had complete freedom over this one. I just hoped to remember enough things.

What I didn’t forget was how the weather was like here. Spring always arrived with this raw vitality, thawing the frozen land and breathing life in the rugged terrain with an almost sudden burst of color and activity. As I inhaled there was the scent of earth and pine in the gentle breeze, and in the distance I could see the snow-capped mountain peaks and their slushy flanks that sparkled like diamonds.

I recall how we as children always used to get out of our winter shelters, eager to embrace the promises of spring. Venturing in the wilderness, hunting games, gathering edibles, all while the adults prepared the land for hearty grains and vegetables that would help us through the next winter. Thinking of all this made it feel like a peaceful life. But it wasn’t. Our life, -my former life- was savage. And primitive.

Not for me, not anymore.

I have transcended the limitations of my former people. I felt no longer bound by superstition and ignorance. No customs or run-of-the-mill traditions were holding me back from achieving my true potential. I’d bring order and discipline in this land ravaged by chaos. I am . . .

Did I already break free enough from the shadow of my past life?

I had to be. And I had a whole new worldview that was working for me.

[leviticus]

When our scout warned for the beast, I had my weapon out in no time. It’s been a gift from my Master, a bastard sword forged in the fires of damnation, the blade as black as ink. It was imbued with energy of the lower planes, and the sight of it in itself exuded authority. A facade of arrogance and superiority however didn’t work on the oblivious or the brainless.

A deafening roar shattered the relative silence like a sudden thunderclap when from the shadows of the wood a monstrous form leaped down on our party. It was a bear of colossal proportions with red eyes blazing with feral rage. Massive claws tore earth apart as it barreled towards us with seeming unstoppable force.

I rose my sword with steely resolve, sensing how my muscles coiled like springs as I prepared to address our unexpected guest. The beast first slammed into my two best fighters, sprawling them into opposite directions, and without slowing down headed for me. My blade moved with a blur of motion as I attempted to parry the creature's savage blows. Each clash rung out like a symphony that seemed to emphasize the relentless in the beast’s assault.

I knew I couldn’t win this alone. All I needed to do was to buy a few seconds of time so the others could recover and attend to its flanks and back. Seconds that felt like minutes. I stood firm, yes, as I faced a certain death, but I flinched as he struck me at the lower arm and nearly disarmed me. Pain shot through my limb like it had been struck by lightning.

After what felt like an eternity, my platoon members started to target the creature from all sides. It spun around wildly, disturbed and frenzied about the biting strikes all over its immense body. When I saw a tiny opening I didn’t hesitate to put an end to the bloodshed and struggle on both sides. I drove my blade deep into the bear’s heart, and one more deafening roar silenced forever in a final, gasping breath.


That’s also when I heard -besides my own breath ragged with exertion-, another larger party of people surrounding us. Damn, that was only a very small window of time to feel victorious. With the bear lying lifeless at our feet, we turned our attention to take note of this new potential threat. Then, with a practiced eye, I took stock of our own dwindling resources and the weary faces of my platoon members.

Counting fifteen men surrounding us I realized we were outnumbered and likely outmatched at this point. Our training would have no effect out here and right now. So, that left me with no choice. My speech, firm and commanding cut through the tense silence like a blade through cloth.

“You look stricken! Does that mean you are absorbing what has just happened here?! Let us pass, we’re on our way for a mission that concerns your clans!” I glanced meaningful at the elder dire bear. “No further blood need be shed this day!”

The response from some of the barbarians was a mixture of defiance and hostility. A few weapons raised in readiness for battle. The seeming leader stepped forward with a snarl of contempt. “We care not for your words, woman. You trespass upon our lands uninvited for I have no word of your arrival.”

My throat was dry due the earlier effort, so my voice scratched like gravel on a rough road, each word laced with a harsh edge that sliced through the air that separated us. “Think again, barbarian. Perhaps you manage to show me every ounce of strength you have in those thick arms of yours, but eventually I will strike you down like that bear here. And when you fall on your knees before me, that brutal and relentless truth will finally dawn on you, telling you : By the gods, all I ever been in this life is pig food.”

Again I read a mixture of reactions among the barbarians. The leader widened his eyes at me, cast a glance over his shoulder and looked back at me. Then, a slow grin tugged at the corners of his lips, splitting his beard nearly in two. “What?! Woman! You actually sent a chill down my spine. What’s your name?!”

I sheathed my sword, deeming it was no longer necessary to hold it out. “Jezebeth. And I’m like you. A local.”


But more sophisticated, I thought. And soon we will be the ones who are with more.

[leviticus]

As we stopped for a brief rest, I glanced over at the large figures looming against the backdrop of towering trees and tangled underbrush. There was a time when the sight of such people was quite common to me, but now their appearances came across as rugged and untamed. They moved with a certain primal grace, and though their clothing was practical and simple, it now all felt very unrefined from my point of view.

I studied their gear. They were armed to the teeth, and I assumed they’d even use the latter if things get rough. An assortment of primitive weapons was strapped to their backs or clenched in their calloused hands. And with primitive I am talking primitive. Rusty axes, jagged swords, crude spears, with all of the metal darkened and honed through the countless battles and hunts during their savage existence.

I noticed their leader was doing the same thing. Observing us. When our eyes met, I nodded at him and he returned the nod with his typical grin. I could easily tell what was on his mind. But with that unkempt hair of his, those strips of leather entwined with filty tangled locks, and that thick unruly beard he didn’t exactly appeal to me.

During our journey north I did try to keep up a sense of camaraderie and unity by joining them at their campfire. And with showing my appreciation for their roasted meat. Although it was just hard to bear with the way how juices dripped down their fingers in a savory cascade as they brought the steaming flesh to their lips. And how sharp albeit yellowed teeth tore off succulent chunks while their jaws worked with a rhythmic intensity that irritated me. I suppose every bite added to their symphony of primal satisfaction.

Their behaviour and their appearance was however a reminder of the fierce resilience that coursed through the veins of every living soul out here. They were people who had adapted and learned to survive, all without resources like the Network had. That made me wonder what we could possibly offer them? And that was the only advantage about this escort they had imposed on us. I could try and find out. See what’s currently hot out here, and what not.


Thus far I had learned zilch. So I tried to remember what it’s been like for me out here. My people were a slightly different population though. They were a mixture of Northlanders, local barbarians, some Netherese refuges, Illuskans and more. I wasn’t exactly sure what I was. All I know is that I’ve been taken as a young child during with one of the raids. That time is all blurry to me and because of it I considered myself raised among the clan who took me in.

It’s been two or more years since the last time I saw my clan. Two years that I was with the Network. Only two years, and yet it felt like I lived in a different era. It was safe to say my life has undergone a profound transformation. What once felt like the norm now felt like a relic from a bygone era.

However, I do recall the thrill of battle and the rush of adrenaline as we unleashed our fury upon our enemies. Time was measured in the amount of blood spilled and victories claimed. The most common sound was the roar of the crowd and the clang of steel. Instincts were embraced while pushing our limits worked liberating. Not that very different from where I was at now. With that variation I no longer felt solace in mindless violence. But it all could have been a necessary stepping stone on my journey to greatness.

Perhaps… that is what I could offer them. Make them see and believe they could become champions of the downtrodden. Harnessing their strength and courage to stand up against injustice, against chaos, and perhaps to seek liberation from the constraints of local organized religion or dogma. All I’d have to do then was to learn about -or- create events that fit such bill.

I looked over my shoulder and noticed the bark of the trees was adorned with moss that seemed to glow softly in the dim light filtering through the canopy above. In this dense forest the air had turned cooler and thus the moisture had turned into a faint mist that hung low, like a delicate veil that blurred the very edges of the world. It hung very still and it was dead quiet, as if nature itself was holding its breath in anticipation of the birthing spring.

The deeper we ventured into the heart of the forest, the more our footsteps became muffled as fallen needles softened our contact with the earth floor. The sunlight that reached us was pale and came down in pillars casting dappled patterns of light and shadow on our surroundings. It was almost looking like a painting that emphasized the ethereal, otherworldly beauty of how this world could be.

Well, best to quickly shrug off the comforting blanket that seemed to envelop us. Since this was far from a peaceful world. The occasional creak of branches swaying in the breeze could alarm any predator in the proximity, including other barbarians. So the silence here should be considered as a cold silence, never soothing, and it should never invite you to lose yourself in the seeming tranquility.

As we moved further, even as we were still surrounded by towering pines, I overheard a new and different sound in the distance. First I thought it was a waterfall, but as we got closer toward it, I knew we had reached the ocean. The roar of waves crashing into towering cliffs echoed through my bones. I can’t explain it, but this primal symphony seemed to reverberate with own spirit. Perhaps a remainder of something whole that cannot be exactly divided by something else?

Whatever be of it, the thunderous boom of water crashing into unyielding stone was something that made me feel indomitable. Soon we were able to see it as well, and the sight of water rushing into hidden caves and crevices, only to observe its retreat with a hiss of defiance gave me a victorious feeling. I took a moment to watch what has been an endless cycle of destruction and renewal since the first men, or even from before. It’s only then it fully dawned on me.

My roots were here.

[leviticus]

In the days after the terrain began to grow more and more native to me. At some point we moved away from the coast where not too far sat the valley of my clan. There was both a sense of awe and disbelief as I reconnected with familiar sights and sounds. Memories long buried beneath the rough exterior were triggered and the feeling of nostalgia grew stronger. Every recognizable landmark, ranging from the mountains in the distance to the winding rivers and down warlock-black forest paths, served as a reminder of my roots and a life I have once lived. The air carried the scent of home, and for a brief moment I experienced a primitive instinct to protect and cherish what I once held so dear.

There were people on fields, but thus far no one yet I recognized. Eventually a patrol responded to our existence and I found my heart pounding in anticipation for rekindled connections. As the patrol drew nearer, their figures gradually becoming clearer against the backdrop of the familiar landscape, I strained my eyes, searching for any semblance of recognition among them. A wave of relief washed over me as I spotted some faces I recognized, their features weathered by time and hardship of the region, yet still bearing traces of the people I once knew.

I saw them looking at me, some coming to a complete stop like as if frozen in their tracks. Others frowned in confusion. I on the other hand no longer hesitated. Guided by the fading light of the setting sun and filled with a sense of belonging that I thought I had lost, I approached them alone. With each step I drew closer towards them I saw one after the other shaking heads in disbelief. Already I felt it, despite all that time and all these changes, there seemed a bond that was unbroken. Even if I denied that, I could hear it in their voices.

“Jez…? Is… that really you?”

I threw my gear aside and perhaps for the first time in a very long while I smiled genuinely, nodding. My throat was just too soar to speak. At least three of them had been friends and they no longer hesitated and came over to embrace me. I was caught off guard by the unexpected rush of familiarity and affection. Memories of laughter and shared experiences flooded my mind as Cradz, Mullur and Dozan each in turn grabbed me by the shoulders and nearly squeezed the life out of me.

But there was also a flicker of doubt…

Despite my newfound faith, beneath the surface there lingered a pang of guilt, a reminder of the choices I have made during my absence here. Things I have done and a path I was walking. Sure, their acceptance was like a balm to my hardened soul. And yes, due their reaction I found myself longing to reclaim the innocence of youth. But I was not here just to reunite.

I could tell myself however, all the things I have done, and all the things I was about to, is me staying strong for them. And with it, making them stronger as well.

My Lord, for now I shall still slumber. Once assigned to the case, Your miracle is coming.

[leviticus]

Cradz and me have been lovers long ago, and nowadays he appeared to have bonded with a female from outside the community. He walked next to me on our way to the village and the first thing I noticed about him was how he instantaneously changed into a torrent of speech. So unlike the past. I’ve always felt the most connected with him, even though he used to be a rather quiet man. Even in battle. I noticed Mullur and Dozar had noticed it too. I just guessed the rambling was caused by our unusual reunion.

Mullur interrupted him as he joined us. “So, who are the guys you have with you? Never seen them before. They seem a bit of a mixed bag to me. Nationally speaking as well.”

I nodded at him. “They are, and they are some of the finest warriors I’ve come to know.” You had to see Mullur’s face when I said that. “Aside from you of course.”

The large redheaded man briefly barked like a seal. “Whatever you say, Jez. But you do understand people at the village will raise questions, especially when we escort these new faces inside. I know you like to save your story till we get there, but I can’t deny I’m curious. You look well, seem well-fed, trained and… something else. I don’t know what.”

From the trio of old friends, Mullur always has been the one who possessed the most acute awareness. If a rat had entered his home and stirred a spoon with its tail, he’d later on be the one who noticed it. Like the event had caused some kind of anomaly to his world. And that made him the most dangerous one of my old friends. He was a sharp mind that can connect dots almost instinctively.

As I suppressed the smallest shift in my expression, a sheepish grin aside, I reacted lightly. “It’s been over two years. Maybe my hair?” My joke did elicit a smile from him, but I sensed it didn’t wave off anything.

“So, do we have to thank those three who were with you for your good health?” Dozar joined in.

I gazed at the smaller man. Not smaller than me, but definitely the smallest of the three. “And what makes you think I couldn’t stand up for myself, and instead it may be them who owe their good health to me?” Which was actually quite close to the truth.

Cradz started to laugh, though his laughter quickly subdued when he noticed Dozar and Mullur didn’t really join in.

Dozar canted his head and then nodded. “You’re right, Jez. You’ve always been a strong woman who has proven her worth more than once. Hell. I even remember how you saved Mullur’s sorry butt from the cold river after he went through the ice.”

Dozar glanced at Mullur and quickly added. “Even with the lack of oxygen seemingly have done something to our friend’s brain here, I say you did a rather good job.”

And with the friendly albeit firm punch from Mullur towards Dozar, the attention had shifted from the now to matters in the past. We all laughed, but I think I was the only one who now actually believed something may have happened to Mullur under the ice.

And to me.


We were as expected met with suspicious looks. At least my men were. I myself was reconsidered once more. Just like that first time when they took me in, a long long time ago. Though most seemed happy enough to see one of them return. Of course the elders had questions, but not tonight. Tonight, at a vast, open field surrounded by towering pines, was a celebration of a lost daughter making her reentrance. Around a large bonfire blazing in the center and sending sparks into the twilight sky, the air was thickened with the scents of roasted meat, wild herbs, and fresh bread. And as we ate and drank plenty we retold old stories to each other. Children ran about, their laughter mingling with the deep, guttural songs that the elders sang, tales of battles won and enemies vanquished.

At some point the chief of the village, a towering figure with a mane of graying hear, rose his hand. Addoc was his name and I remembered him as a fine warrior.

“Tonight, we celebrate not once but twice. First of all, and you all knew that, we managed to reestablish a bond with the Griffon Tribe. We’ve come to an understanding that will provide both parties with the best outcome possible. They receive the product of our hard labor in the form of fish and crops, and in return we can count on their protection and steel for our tools and weapons.”

He inhaled deeply and then turned to me.

“She had been lost for years, taken by enemies during a heroic operation, and thought dead by many. But now she stands before us, her presence both a miracle and a testament to her resilience. A resilience that identifies us!”

The crowd erupted in cheers and cries of joy.

“Our daughter, only slightly weary from her long journey, will receive a seat at a place of honor for the night, and for the days to come. She will for once receive the finest cuts of meat, the richest ale, and the warmest furs, and…”

I stood up quickly and blurted. “No…!!”

A silence, just as abrupt as my impulse, descended upon the place.

“Argh.. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it to sound like that.” My fists clenched mildly. “All I meant to say is… I’m used to a life full of hardships. Don’t want any of you all to go soft on me.”

Someone in the back started to laugh and soon they were all chuckling themselves to death over my reaction.

The chief rose both arms in the air. “Let the fire blaze higher! Tonight is not just a night of triumph and reunion. It is also a night of unbreakable bonds of blood and kinship, and a night that should be remembered in our lore for generations to come! Welcome back, Jezebeth!!”

The thing with a smile was that it was so universal. So what better was there to do than to smile? Especially when it could hide the coldest secrets.