CHAPTER 38: A Celebratory Proposition
As the early afternoon sun shone its light upon the city of Lum, its three temporary subjects found themselves invited to the faithful archives within Hope’s domain. They walked through the hallowed halls, taking in the scenery out of both appreciation and general confusion.
“Why do you think Hope brought us all here again?” Jacob queried.
“Whatever it is, she seemed pretty excited.” Orsel chimed in. “I just hope I don’t have to drink any more of that tea.”
“I think I might have an idea.” Vino suggested, Hope’s predicament fresh on his mind.
“What do you mean?” Asked Orsel.
Hope’s form appeared suddenly before the trio, eyes flush with excitement.
“Welcome, esteemed guests! I hope you’ve arrived with wide eyes and low spirits, because I have something truly wonderful planned for today!” Her presentation seemed much more formal than usual, like that of a proper hostess, instead of the life-weary grandess the three guests have known for about a week or so. “Follow me for a time you’ll never forget!” She ran ahead, down a hallway to the group’s left, disappearing out of sight. Her head peeked back around the corner in anticipation a few seconds later, then disappeared for good.
“Yup, she’s gone off the deep end.” Jake announced, signaling the two to leave. “You guys want to do this, or…”
“I’m curious.” Vino responded. “Let’s at least humor her.”
Orsel wordlessly led the two forwards. A time he’d never forget sounded like a tantalizing offer.
As they traveled down the hallway, they were eventually met with the sight of a large, round, sun-lit room that looked as though it was tailor-made for an excursion like a ball or a gala. There was a table at the far end of the room, fitted with a dozen or so bottles of colored liquid, and two other tables filled with what looked like cans and… oddly enough, dirt, respectively. Enchanting music filled the air from a box-shaped device that lay to the left of the tables. Colored banners hung from the walls and ceiling, trying their hardest to portray this as a festive environment. All in all, it looked like a somewhat underwhelming party, but it was still an interesting sight to say the least.
“Ah, welcome, welcome!” Hope greeted her guests, shaking Vino and Jake’s hand. “I’m so glad you could make it! Relax, drink, eat, have some fun! Go out and, uh, mingle.” She put her hands on her hips, pointing her eyes towards the tables and back towards the group.
“What is all this?” Jake asked, scratching his head.
“Well, I’ve seen the work you’ve all been putting in, so I thought I’d throw you boys a little shindig.” Hope presented, arms out. “I, uh, used to have people for this, so you’ll have to forgive the appearance, but I think it came out alright.” A wash of hesitation came over the three guests as a purple banner detached itself from the ceiling and sputtered to the floor.
“… You hate it, don’t you?”
“No, no, no!” The newcomers clamored in unison. “It’s great! We’ll, uh, try it out.” Jacob and Vino split up towards the tables, while Orsel, lagging behind, made a slog over to the music player, beginning to awkwardly shuffle his tendrils around, dancing.
“What is this stuff?” Vino asked, inspecting the colored bottles at the central table. He picked one up and read the label. “Prizz?” He asked, confused. “I’ve never heard of this.”
“It’s the best!” Hope explained, suddenly appearing behind Vino, shocking him. “It comes in over 10 unique flavors, each better than the last— produced right here in Lum.”
“I haven’t seen prizz in years— didn’t think there was any left.” Jacob claimed.
“You’re a fan?” Hope asked, enthused.
“I remember liking lowlight a lot.” Jake said, picking up a brown-colored bottle labeled with the same flavor. He popped its cork and took a hearty swig. He swished it around his mouth, savoring the flavor.
“So, what do you think?” Asked an eager Hope.
“Ehh, a bit too sweet for my liking.” Jake explained, setting the half-drunk bottle back on the table. “Nothing wrong with that, I just prefer jej a bit more— it’s got a nice burn to it when it goes down… I miss it.”
Vino, with significant effort, popped the cork off of a bottle of prizz green, taking a cautious sip— the sweet flavor was overshadowed by a bitter taste that overwhelmed his senses
“OUGH” He coughed, spitting up the fizzy liquid. “That’s certainly…ngh… something.”
“Green’s a bit of an acquired taste.” Hope explained, uncorking a yellow bottle. “Blue and orange are the best flavors to start off with, in my opinion.” She took a long, long drink from the bottle, emptying it completely after around ten worrying seconds. She clunked the now-hollow container on the table, Vino and Jacob wide-eyed.
“If you’ll excuse me.” Hope said after exhaling from the momentous sip, walking over towards Orsel.
“Wow.” Jacob said blankly.
“Yeah, that was just… Hey, I have a question.” Vino asked, diverting the subject. “It’s another elemental thing— since you guys don’t have any organic parts, how is it that you’re able to do things like eat, drink, and taste? Can you smell, too?”
“I don’t think anyone knows how we taste and smell stuff.” Jacob explained, taking another sip of prizz lowlight. “How we do things is still a bit of a mystery to most. You’d be better off asking how we hear and see and touch.”
“Fair enough.” Vino conceded. “But when you eat something, where exactly does it… go?” Vino gestured towards his body, guiding one of his hands from his head towards his lower area. “For example, most of us organic beings have something called a digestive system, wherein whatever we eat has nutrients extracted from it, and then whatever we can’t use is extruded as-”
“For Gol’s sake!” Jake interrupted, shielding his face with his claws. ”I live on a ranch, I know how you folks work… But to answer your question, whenever we put something in ourselves we don’t intend to keep, our cores kind of… eat away at it, sort of another way to get our energy for the day besides our nightly rest ‘n all that.”
“So, do you need to eat, then?”
“Not really, no. We can get pretty much everything we need from just resting, but a meal can help give us a bit of a boost. One hearty meal is around one hour of sleep.”
“I see, but what do you mean your core eats away at things? Is there a limit to that?”
“After a few minutes, it dissolves stuff like meat and plants, yeah. I think the core itself knows its limits, though. If it’s somethin’ like a bone or a stick, it won’t touch it.”
“And, uh… How exactly do you get rid of… leftovers like that?”
“We keep ourselves clean. I’ll leave it at that.”
“Yep, good point.” Vino cut off awkwardly. “I… think I’ll hit up that dirt table. Need to freshen up a bit.”
“Hmph.” Jake grunted, taking a second-to-last swig of his prizz lowlight.
As Hope walked closer and closer to Orsel, he made it seem more like he was minding his own business, dancing to the music.
“What are you doing?” Hope asked him
“I-I dunno, it’s—” Orsel mumbled as he stopped dancing. “I’ve only ever seen people dance on the visbox, I don’t know what I’m doing.”
“Here,” She smiled, grabbing two napkins from a nearby table and taking Orsel’s hands. “This song is a four-step. I can show you how you dance to it properly.” There was still a slight stinging sensation for both of them as they touched, even with the dampened interaction, but Orsel’s trained resilience to light proved itself useful at this moment. The dance wasn’t too complicated, especially with Hope leading, but Orsel did have some difficulty with attaining a rhythm with his tendrils.
“You know, I think this is the first party I’ve been invited to.” Orsel admitted. “Are they always like this?”
“No.” Hope sighed, surveying the room as Vino familiarized himself with the dirt table. “There are usually a lot more guests… And the room’s usually a bit cleaner, too.”
“Well, it’s the best party I’ve ever been to… by default.”
“Thanks.” Hope smiled. “Maybe someday I could invite some more people, y’know, once this is all over.”
Time passed as the noonish sun began to turn its first tinges of orange and the shadows started to angle themselves. The dozen bottles of prizz had dwindled down to a single yellow one, currently being downed by Hope. After some feasting, drinking, and dancing, the group had all but exhausted their options of what to do within this room, and boding themselves farewell was a choice that seemed to be more and more tantalizing.
“Welp,” Jacob announced, feigning a yawn and a stretch. “It’s been fun, but I gotta hit the old dusty trail.”
Hope, finishing off her bottle, clunked it onto the table and started a chase after the partygoers.
“Wait!” She stalled. “Before you leave, I have one last thing to ask you all… Well, Jacob and Vino at least.” Jacob raised his eyebrow in suspicion as he folded his arms. Hope blipped away, out of the room, returning slowly with a wheeled tray of three covered platters.
“What’s a party without a main course, anyway?” She joked, bringing it to the center of the room. “In all seriousness, though, I had a bit of an… ulterior motive in inviting you all here.”
Hope lifted the covers of all three of the platters, revealing a sizable sum of star on top of each one, spilling onto the tray. The eyes of the trio widened at the sum of cold, hard cash before them.
“I have new news, and an old offer to bring to the table.” Hope sternly announced, leaning forward to put her weight on her arms as they sunk into the star on the tray. “Shaydon is sending more and more patrol boats out through the world- I’ve seen it with my own three eyes. If my plan is going to work, it’s going to need to happen soon, and it’s going to need more people.”
She grabbed a handful of star from the tray, plopping it back onto the now-collective pile. “As you can see, I will compensate you, with this being your first initial payment, if you would just please take this opportunity.” She asked, grasping her hands together. In response, Vino stepped forwards, fist over his heart.
“Hope, I’ll join your cause.”
“You will?” Hope answered, surprised.
“Yes. I may not agree with the… legality of this whole thing, or even be an elemental, but the amount of dedication you have towards bringing peace to this world, and the amount of respect and hospitality you’ve shown us is something that I feel needs to be repaid.”
“Well, I— Thank you. I mean, I’ll be the first to admit the party wasn’t all that, but—”
“I overheard you behind the workshop.” Vino confessed. Hope turned a bit pink with embarrassment, with the flauna soothing the feeling in his following words. “I’m the first to say I know what it’s like when things don’t go as planned, and if I can do anything to alleviate that, then…” Vino looked down at his fist, feeling the weight of the commitment he was about to make. “I’ll offer you my services.”
“Are you certain, even knowing, and not knowing, the risks ahead of you?” Hope asked purposefully.
“Yes.” Vino answered.
Hope nodded towards Vino, and turned to face Jacob.
“And you, Jacob. What’s your decision?”
Jacob’s expression did not change.
“I made myself clear at the temple— I will not.” Jacob answered sternly. “I’m sorry, your Grandness, but I don’t care how much scratch you’re willing to offer, or how noble you make it sound, it’s trouble through and through. I feel like the only thing this plan of yours is going to do is stir up even more problems for us along the way.”
Jacob turned towards Vino, his expression turning to one of concern.
“Come on, Vino. I thought you were smarter than this. Orsel, I get; he’s got no choice— but you?”
“Hey!” Orsel exerted, offended.
“Jacob, these are extenuating circumstances.” Vino replied.
“We’ll be breaking the laws surrounding one of the most sacred things in the world.” Jake argued. “It’s not something I want to mess with.”
“Well, something’s going to happen whether we want it or not!” Vino retorted. “If getting in trouble really was your biggest concern, you wouldn’t have helped us break out of Shaydon!”
“That was different, it was self-preservation.”
“And this is world preservation.” Vino stated, walking out. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to get myself ready. Hope, thank you for the party— I’ll see you tomorrow morning.”
Orsel, Jacob, and Hope were the only ones remaining in the room— Hope making an effort to avoid eye contact with Jake, who looked particularly miffed.
“I think it’s time for me to leave as well.” Jacob announced. “I apologize for… all that.”
“Yeah… I should head out and get some rest.” Orsel added. Hope nodded in response.
As they walked out together, Orsel struck up a discussion with Jake.
“Listen, I know it’s not in my place to talk about your decision—”
“You’re right— it ain’t.”
“Fine, I won’t- but I’ll at least talk about mine. I’m not doing this because it’s my only choice.” Orsel instigated, keeping up the pace with Jacob. “I’m doing this because I want to do something important for once in my life. I’m my own shayd— I can do whatever I want, and I want to do this.”
“I’m just a bit concerned for you, is all. I feel like Hope’s been taking advantage of you— doing something to yer mind. I mean, just a few days ago you were complaining about being treated like a henchman or criminal, now you’re flinging yourself into this full-stop.”
Orsel hung his head low.
“I see where you’re coming from— but I was more nervous then about fighting other shayd than what people would see me as… And some time has passed, things change. Between you and me, I think this could be my calling.”
“Really.” Jake answered coldly, eyes flattened.
“I know it sounds stupid, but working this close to a grandess, training for a mission that’ll save the world— It does sound larger than life when you put it all together.”
“If that’s how you think it is, then fine.” Jake replied plainly.
“Well, I’m sticking with it. The other day, Hope even offered me a bunch of star to go off and live on my own.”
Jake’s brow perked upwards.
“She did?”
“Yeah, but… jeez, that was a lot of star… I felt like this was more important.”
“So… You could’ve written yourself a free ticket anywhere, and you still decided to stick with her on this pipe dream?”
“I think, at this point, it’s a bit more credible than a pipe dream.”
“… Well, I guess folks are right about shayd being dedicated workers.”
Eventually, the pair made it to the base of the archive’s steps outside- a trek they’ve walked so many times they no longer found it as annoying. The sun was setting over the horizon as they parted ways, wordlessly.
CHAPTER 39: Target Practice
Vino had set up some bottles on a shattered sandstone wall outside his workshop, setting up a humble shooting gallery for his new crossbow. He took a shot at the left-most bottle, the bolt soaring over the wall.
“I swear, I recalibrated this thing.” He grumbled, fiddling with the settings. He fired another bolt, this one lodging itself square in the middle of the wall. Hearing the impact, Jake had finally tracked Vino down.
“There you are. What the hell were you thinking? You can’t go through with this.” Jake claimed as Vino fired another bolt- it banked off the side of one of the bottles, sending it rolling to the ground, unscathed.
“I meant what I said” Vino answered, his back still turned towards Jacob. “I’ve given it some more thought, and I’ve come to the decision that I want to help Orsel and Hope with this whole… Keystone business.” He adjusted a knob on his crossbow, making a mental note of its setting.
“Fantastic.” Chided Jake, his hand running down his face. “You think Shaydon hunting us down is bad, try the whole damn world!”
Vino pulled the trigger of his crossbow again, sending the loaded bolt flying forward, much higher and faster than any of the previous shots. He hastily turned the dial back to its original setting.
“I’m used to it.”
“What are you talking about?”
Vino held his crossbow before him in both of his hands, and turned back towards the terrian.
“Orsel’s not the only one who has nowhere left to go. You want to know what I do for a living?”
“Shoot.”
“Despite my current task, I am an inventor— at least that’s what I wanted to be. I wanted to help the world move forward, like the people who work over in Tallem.” Vino confessed, dropping his crossbow back down to his side. “Then, once I managed to get there, I found out they weren’t exactly looking for any more ideas. I just… I believe in this. I believe we’re doing something good, and I just hope that maybe this might get things moving again for me, you know?”
“Fine.” Jake grumbled, turning away. “Just don’t expect me to go off ‘n gallivant with you guys. I’ve spent my whole dang life on the straight and narrow, and I’m not gonna throw it away for some… daydream.” He slithered off where he came from, muttering angrily under his breath.
“I suppose there’s worse things to throw it away for.” Vino said once he had left, finally managing to shatter a bottle on the wall with his last shot.
As the day turned to night, and the others went to sleep in their own merry ways, Jacob remained awake. His mind was far too busy to be concerned with rest, and had returned to organizing piles of colored rubble from the destroyed homes around the city, this time working much more hastily than normal. Bricks were flung through the starlight with reckless abandon, until a large piece of rubble came up that Jacob, for the life of him, just couldn’t move. He rubbed his hands together, attempting once more to lift the stone, this time putting too much of his strength into the task and flinging it upwards, causing it to impact a still-intact roof of a home, sending it crumbling downwards.
“RRRRRAAAGGHH!” Jacob screamed in frustration, kicking aside a stone with his tail. “Nothing’s going right today.” He needed a way to distract himself. The two people he had grown close to— and the grandess of Lum, no less, were fixing to pilfer shards of the keystone— an artifact he and so many others had to thank for their lives— and he was expected to either sit idly by or worse… join them. Jacob was a careful individual, having, as he said before, slithered on the straight and narrow his whole life, only making exceptions to that when they were drastically necessary. Their group was still in Shaydon’s crosshairs, and lighting a fire, so to speak, with this task laid before them by Hope was only going to ensure trouble would find its way to them. Still, the new factors laid before him were what he was more concerned with: The patrols being sent out by Shaydon, the piles of evidence Hope had accrued showing Crux’s integrity was slowly eroding, and finally, the fact Orsel and Vino, the two folks he trusted enough to break out a prison with him, were involving themselves with this assignment— were they really that easily convinced, or was there some side to this whole thing he just wasn’t seeing?
His wayward mind, still pondering this predicament about the Keystone, eventually brought his eyes towards the exit archway of the city- and an idea shone within Jake’s head.
He would get some advice.
CHAPTER 40: Some Advice
Jacob made a pilgrimage to the keystone temple— a feat that was considered a rite of passage for some of the more evangelical earth elementals of this world, as they believed the keystone itself was the living matter of their creator, Gol. Jacob was familiar with these teachings, and held the deity high in his respect, but he’ll be the first to admit he hadn’t studied the subject and faith as fervently as most others, especially not recently. He remembered reading through the twenty-two-and-a-half stone tablets depicting Gol’s struggles in creating the world, his quest to tame it, and his untimely fragmentation, but it had been an admittedly long time since he last read the good word. It was how Terrians were, anyway— they had a tendency to pick apart the most popular teachings and use them as pick-me-ups throughout their lives, inviting words of strength and determination that helped them throughout their darkest times, and Jacob’s recent predicament was certainly no exception. It was the one thing that could help him right now.
He finally arrived at the great crater, mistakenly tripping and rolling down a decent amount of it, as the stars were unfortunately not luminescent enough to light the way as well as Jake had hoped. Thankfully, a glass spire broke his fall as he gracelessly slammed into its side. He grumbled as he regained his bearings, standing up to see the Keystone Temple, light pouring out of its gated door and half-shattered windows. Seeing the door, however, discouraged Jake somewhat, as he forgot that Hope still had the key on her… and that she was all the way back in the walled city. Thankfully, he knew enough about his body where he knew how to sneak into places like this. First, he bent the bars apart just enough where he thought his core would be able to fit through— a small task for someone with strength such as his. Next, he took off his shirt, dropping it through the bars onto the floor inside the temple. Finally, he simply walked forwards, through the bars. It was a bit of a slow process, the dirt, roots, and errant stones that made up his body shifting to accommodate his passage, but eventually he had made it all the way through. After recollecting himself, he made it to the pedestal the keystone sat upon, closed his eyes, and knelt before it.
“Shard of Gol, source of earthen life upon the face of this world, I’ve come upon a… predicament of sorts, and I feel as though you may be the only one who is able to assist me. I’ve been requested by Hope… you prob’ly know her, the grandess who lives round here… with reclaiming… well… your other pieces. On paper, this seems like, well, a good thing, but I’ve got a lot of conflictin’ feelings about the whole situation. Back when you were broken apart to serve the better interest and whatnot of the world, we came to accept having your form fragmented and shared amongst us… but it seems times are changing again, and apparently Hope thinks we need you back to your old self.”
There was a long silence before Jake spoke again, the words echoing throughout the room.
“My big concern comes with the law— y’see, we’re expected to steal back these fragments of your bein’, considering world security and all that, and I know time and time again the carvers you’ve spoken to have forbidden theft, and that’s a philosophy I intend to keep.”
“The trouble is, my two compatriots, one who ain’t fully familiar with your teachings, and one who doesn’t fit the… bodily composition of the rest of us elementals, are both fully geared towards Hope’s way of thinking, of disrupting the order we’ve set upon the world and planning on goin’ around, pullin’ off a chain of thefts to put you back in one place.”
“I’m worried for them. Not simply because of the danger they’d face out there, but whether or not they’d be forgiven in your eyes… Or maybe if doing this is the right thing to do, and if I’d be forgiven for not joining them— That’s another issue I have— I don’t know whether this is something you’d fully agree with. I want to be on the right side of things, so if you could answer me that, I’d be mighty appreciative.”
Another long pause came between Jacob and the Keystone, its humming bringing no answer to Jake’s query. Jake’s eyes clenched further shut in mild frustration as he requested the Keystone’s motives one last time.
“You’ve spoken to the carvers… you’ve spoken to many prophets whose likenesses are hung up and sculpted in the cathedrals of Crystolia… apparently you’ve even spoken to Hope… I may not be as devoted or important as those folks, but I’m kinda gunning for something here.”
After that, neither party spoke for the rest of the night, Jacob dissipating into slumber after about an hour of kneeling. He did not dream, but he did wake up the next morning feeling noticeably refreshed, and determined to make a decision by the time he returned to Lum.
As he walked, an errant thought raced through Jake’s mind of why he was out here in the first place. He was an escapee from Shaydon of all places— how he even managed to be caught by a nation he had nothing to do with for the past twenty-odd years was certainly a strange idea… which eventually brought him back to the evidence he had read earlier in his stay here, with that Maw’s Diggins’ folder. He had had some bad experiences with the company that folder talked about, considering it was in his home nation of Tunnelis, and he fully believed Hope’s claim that Shaydon had been funding them. Even if he left Orsel and Vino alone on this quest, and he went back home to mind his own business, he’d still have some fragment of Shaydon causing him trouble for the foreseeable future. With all this considered, he rushed back to Lum. He had made his decision.
It seems, throughout everything, the Keystone did provide Jacob with help making his decision… All he had to do was sleep on it.