Posts from Abasdarhon's Castle

-- Good day. I wanted to clarify something about the assignment that the legions posted in "Clean Hands."

- Oh, how terrible! - the student helps the fairy take off his armor and shirt. - You're covered in blood, it's awful. We need to wash and disinfect everything.
She drags Felian into the bathroom, telling him to undress and get into the tub. She goes to heat the water.

I have the card, but I won't give it to you!
I wonder, would this have happened anyway, or because I went and subdued that guy?...
While the stranger was gathering the necessary roots and talking about himself, Maylin wondered if it would be better to clarify exactly why he needed a structuralist. Or if she should keep that to herself.
But as soon as the collapse-mage decided to ask this question, she saw a tempting path in front of her, which beckoned her to take a walk. And, obeying the impulse, Maylin set off forward, forgetting about everything around her, including the stranger who was digging up some kind of greenery, whom she had even thought about helping a minute ago, if possible, and, most importantly, about the caring sorceress, whose voice had not sounded in her head for a long time.

- Of course. Go to the main building, the door where the legionnaires are on duty. You need to go through that one.

The path the girl was walking on seemed to glow and radiate warmth. After covering some distance, she hears a friendly and painfully familiar male voice.
- Maylin, my child. I see the very depths of your tormented soul. My eyes have witnessed your pain. You cannot run away from the past, you cannot hide from it; you must remember everything. The choice is yours.
The girl feels that she can go back, or continue on the path.

- It has been, it is, and it will be, father, as long as His name is on our lips, warmth and affection are in our hearts, and pure thoughts are in our minds. The meek will find peace and protection, the diligent will have bread and salt, and the poor will receive good help, - Sid agreed. - But the gloomy and indifferent, the weak-willed and ignorant will not find salvation. He who is deaf to the suffering of his neighbor will not save himself.
He glanced over his shoulder to make sure no one was listening.
- I heard that the devil has taken a liking to the common folk, or some other kind of evil. The devilish octopus weaves its rings, surrounds good people, confuses fragile minds, and corrupts hearts from the path of asceticism. And it is not the kind of scarecrow that withers from prayer and good work, but a tenacious rot - one of those whose claws must be cut off before they are sharpened. I will take care of this, but I need your help. A pious son or daughter of His, who has enough experience and spirit for the rite of exorcism, because this evil hides in the hearts of the weak and the poor, and I will not allow bloodshed on my watch. Do you have anyone in mind? From the local church or monastery? Don't rush, father, think carefully, this is a very serious matter.

- Don't worry so much, these wounds heal quickly on me... well, quickly. - Despite the inner discomfort, Felian decides not to resist the student's insistence.

He thanks and passes.

Soon, Felian found himself in the bathroom, in the care of Bridget. She was still looking at him with concern, while cleaning him from the blood and dirt of the day.
- Will you tell me in more detail how you were attacked?

The familiar yet unfamiliar male voice that suddenly echoed from nowhere somewhat disconcerted Maylin.
“Who is this?” she wondered. “Someone from the past? A friend or an enemy?”
Although the Collapsist didn’t know the exact answer to this question, the novice sorceress sincerely wanted to believe that she never really had any true enemies. And considering that the girl had recently lost her memories, this only fueled her interest and hope that Maydin would finally remember who she really was, so that the beauty wouldn’t stray from the path. After all, wasn’t this the reason Cassmetra sent her to Axoth?

It smells like irony...

—We were escorting merchants, and on the way to Lifeport, we were ambushed in the forest, —Felian replied with a sigh. —Apparently, the remnants of their army have occupied the city. My comrades must have already warned the authorities of Axoth, so everything will be resolved soon.

- Yes, father, yes. And I am His punishing hand, - the knight paused, looking sternly into the priest's eyes so that the words would sink in better. - And you are the caring one. And all of us are children of the Apocalypse. The mind guides the hand - that is true. But when a stone flies towards your head, the hand protects it on its own, even before a thought is born in your head. Never forget this, father.

Having walked along the path through the thicket, Maylin finds herself in a spacious, sunlit clearing.



In the center of the clearing stood a tall man. He was dressed in a simple white shirt and trousers. He was not wearing any shoes. He extended his hand to her and beckoned.



- Child, come to me.

He's just working there temporarily...

Having reached the end of her journey, Maylin found herself in a beautiful clearing, the sight of which calmed her and brought peace to her soul. Even if the girl had to be afraid, the magic of this place wouldn't allow her such a luxury.
It wasn't immediately that she noticed the attractive man who drew her attention, inviting her to approach him. Maylin recognized the voice that had called to her in the middle of her journey, and this made her a little uneasy. It might sound familiar, but she was certain that she was seeing this stranger for the first time. Or was it all the work of magical amnesia?
— Who are you, sir? — the girl asked uncertainly.

- Yeah, I guess so. Just look, - the girl gently touched Felian's wounds with her delicate hands. - Just a little more, and you wouldn't have returned to me...