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Return of Magic: The Rogue Teuton, Section 1:
The Tome of Severius the Roman Part III
By SsiRuuk25
Laura took a long hard breath as Sir Wilson stepped into
the room. It was quite a large room, so they were still
quite far apart. Four other knights stepped into the room.
Larisa, with the large book still held under her arm,
stepped back. One of the other knights spoke first.
"See, Sir Wilson, I told you that Faulkner was not a good
candidate. And ever since the ceremony, we've had all the
warning we needed."
"Yes," said another, "you can see her weakness in her face,
especially in her eyes. You spent all too much time
claiming how strong she would be, how obedient. You spent
all too much time with this one. She isn't as trusting as
you seemed to show us she was."
Larisa couldn't even believe it. They were so contemptuous
of her that they were having a debate right in front of
her. Another knight spoke.
"Sir Wilson, you know what must be done. She is far too
rebellious. She can not be allowed to leave here, and she
can not remain."
Sir Wilson sighed, as if a weight on his shoulders all of a
sudden took physical manifestation. He eyed the young
Larisa. He drew his sword.
"If that is how it must be," he said, to himself as much as
he said it to anyone, "then so be it."
The other four knights drew their swords and began to
approach Larisa. Larisa was extremely worried, and yet
hopeful somehow that she could get out of this. She put the
book down on a small table. The floor creaked beneath her
feet. Turning back to her approaching attackers, who were
moving slowly, as if ceremoniously. Larisa grabbed one of
the nearby swords. She may not be as skilled as they were,
but she was strong, was reasonably agile, and had no armor
weighing down. Of course, that same armor would protect
them. She lunged.
One of the knights parried, and moved to strike her down,
but she avoided the downward stroke, dashing away from the
group. She slashed at Sir Wilson, who easily blocked her
thrust, just as another stroke from another knight cam
swinging towards her. She avoided it, but just by the
leanest. Larisa attempted to cast an anticipatory spell,
but for some reason the spell failed. She turned to face
two simultaneous assaults, and was able to ward them off.
She was being pushed back towards the table with the book.
She was on the defensive now.
The attacks came quickly, one after the other. She was able
to at least deflect most of the strokes. She avoided the
others. But by the time she was near the table, where she
had started, she had received several wounds, and her
defense was becoming less and less effective.
Then Sir Wilson, coming at her from the side, in a large
downward stroke, gouged her arm, even though she over to
avoid it. Or partially moved, she tripped over her own
feet. Sir Wilson's sword hit the wooden floor. Larisa was
lying against the table, holding her sword. Sir Wilson
stood straight, and prepared to deal a final blow. The
other knights just watched.
"You should have trusted us. We knew what we were doing.
But you were impatient. So, it must be this way," Sir
Wilson said.
"I DID trust you, you bastard," Larisa yelled angrily.
When the sword came down, Larissa rolled over, on the
sheath of the sword she was using now. Sir Wilson's sword
came down on the floor. And right through it. The whole
section of floor collapsed. Laura, all of a sudden in free
fall, grabbed at the sheath while still holding onto the
sword. The table, and the few books that had been on it,
including the one that Larisa had put there, fell with her.
The knights, including Sir Wilson, only watched. Larisa
fell for a long time, it seemed to her, and then hit water.
***
Sir Wilson walked in the rear of his comrades as they
returned from the storeroom. One of the knights, an older
one, slowed down to walk side by side with Sir Wilson.
"I know that you had great hopes for her, Sir Wilson. It
would be best to forget the incident," the older man said.
"Thank you, Sir Thomas, but I do not think I can. Not yet,
anyway. I made many errors with Larisa, and I need to
understand precisely what they were. And..."
The two knights had stopped and were now facing each other.
At the end of the last statement, Sir Wilson looked into
the ceiling, in thought.
"And, what, Sir Wilson?"
"And I have the feeling that we have not seen the last of
Larisa. You heard the splash."
"The fall, my friend, was too great for her to have
survived it. Not with her training, anyway. Even if she did
survive, there would be no way for her to get out of there,
if she didn't drown first."
Sir Thomas put a hand on his friend's shoulder. Sir Wilson
shook his head, as if in disbelief.
"No, no. I think she will pop up again, someplace. And when
she does, she will be trouble. Did you see the book she was
holding when we entered?"
"Yes, and now it is gone, along with her. Relax, my friend.
All is fine. This mistake will cause us no trouble."
"But if she survived, and if she read anything of Severius,
then she will know of the Micesrik's prophecy. That could
be dangerous. And next time we meet, she will not be so
amenable."
Sir Thomas shook his head. He found his friends worries
unfounded, and even amusing. A small smile crossed his
face.
"My friend, you are overly worried about things. All has
turned out well. Just let it go. Even if you were right,
then there is nothing to be done. Not now at least."
"I know," Sir Wilson said with a sigh, beginning to walk
down the passage again. Sir Thomas again walked by his
side. "And yet, I can't shake the feeling that we have made
a grievous error. The book may appear to be gone, yet
Severius was right often, and he said that the Micesrik's
would rise again. If that book were to get into the
hands..."
"I think, my friend, that any Micesrik student would need
more than just a book to learn of their powers. And seeing
as there are no Micesrik's, the prophecy, no matter who
stated it, can not come to pass."
"I have to disagree. Don't ask me why, but I feel that
these matters will become very pressing before too long. I
have a bad feeling about this..."
***
Larisa came out of the fog of unconsciousness slowly. The
first thing she felt was the sensation of being choked, of
being unable to breath. She began to cough, trying to clear
whatever was blocking the air. She spit up something. She
did it again. It tasted like water. Slowly, Larisa began to
open her eyes, only now beginning to feel all the aches and
pains of her body. The long cut along her left arm stung a
lot, as did many other cuts. There were various sharp pains
coming from various places in her body, especially her
legs. As she came further out from unconsciousness, she
realized she was holding something in each hand. She looked
to her right hand, and there was the sword. Looking to her
left hand, she saw the sheath. She was still holding them.
Larisa began to stand up, and when the pain in her legs
forced her to lie down again, she decided to sit up first.
When she had done so, she began looking at her
surroundings. She was at the edge of a large underground
lake. Using a vision enhancement spell in order to see in
the pitch black of her surroundings, it appeared she was on
the only shoreline of the lake. Turning to look behind her,
she saw a long passageway through the rock, a cave.
Larisa began to try to stand up again. There was a lot of
pain, so she cast a healing spell. She began to feel
better. Using the wall of the cavern for support, she
finally was able to make it onto her feet. She began to
relax, to let the spell do it's work. She closed her eyes.
After what may have been ten minutes, but was probably more
like forty-five minutes, Larisa felt well enough to try to
walk. Opening her eyes, and casting another vision
enhancement spell, she looked around her. Picking up the
sword and the sheath, she put the former into the latter,
and threaded her belt through the clip on the sheath that
was there for the purpose. She then began to look around,
to see if there was anything else that might be useful. She
saw nothing until she looked out onto the lake. She saw
something floating not far away. Larisa stepped into the
water, and grabbed the object, which turned out to be a
book. She couldn't read what was on the cover, but it was
hefty. She held the book under her arm as she walked out of
the lake. Looking around her once more, she saw nothing,
and so began to walk into the cavern.
The cavern branched and forked many times, and Larisa chose
at random. She had been lost to begin with. It didn't
really matter that she was even more lost. Finally, after
several hours of walking, Larisa decided, very wearily, to
rest. She found a level piece of ground, lie down, and fell
to sleep quickly.
It might have been many hours since she feel asleep, or
just a few, but she awoke relatively refreshed. Still
aching and stinging from her various injuries, she tried
another healing spell. She began to feel better. She was
still tired, and was angry with herself for apparently
waking up for no reason when she heard something. It was
distant, but she was relatively sure it wasn't a
hallucination. It sounded like chanting, or singing. It was
very faint. Larisa called out.
"Hello!" she yelled as loudly as she could.
There were numerous echoes. She stood where she was. The
singing had stopped. She stood there for several minutes,
occasionally shouting out at intervals. After a while, she
sat down again. What was the use, she thought. She was a
dead woman. All of a sudden, she felt all alone in the
world. She always had been alone, and now that was how she
was going to die.
"Ah, well, hello there, young lady," she heard a voice say.
Larisa was up in a moment, sword drawn, and turned around.
She was facing a tall, thin man, dressed in long, draping
robes, a tall, conical hat, and carrying a great staff. He
had a great white beard, with matching long hair, both of
which seemed to have a tendency to spread out and stand up
on its own. And his face looked old, creased with age, yet
the eyes were young and vital. The very picture of a
wizard.
"Who are you," Larisa demanded. She held the sword
threateningly.
"I should ask you that," the strangle old man asked,
chuckling. "After all, I come here often, and I've never
seen you here before."
The old man approached Larisa, walking past her side.
Larisa turned to face him. She still held the sword
threateningly.
"Oh put the sword away, I mean you no harm. I assume you
are lost," the old man said, walking towards the side of
the cavern, where he sat down on a boulder. He was smiling,
chuckling to himself every now and then. He looked harmless
and kind enough. Larisa relaxed.
"Uh, yeah, I guess you could say that I'm a bit lost. I
assume you know where we are?"
"Of course my dear. I could navigate through these passages
and caverns with my eyes closed. I suppose you wish for me
to lead you out of here?"
"Well, yeah," Larisa said, as if stating the painfully
obvious.
"Well, we should get moving. Come along," he said, standing
again. He began walking down the passageway.
For the next several hours, they walked through numerous
passages that comprised a maze as mind-numbingly complex as
the Teuton fortress had been. Finally they reached another
lake, not the same one, Larisa saw. It was longer, and
narrower. There was a boat on the shore, Larisa could see.
The old man walked up to it, and got in. He waved for her
to follow. They had been in silence for most of the trip,
with only the old man's occasional chanting, singing, or
chuckling to break the silence. Larisa approached the boat,
knowing that she really had little choice. She got in,
putting the book that she had carried all this way beside
her. Mysteriously, the boat started moving on its own.
"What, huh, what's happening," Larisa cried out in surprise
as the boat began moving, ever faster.
"Relax my dear, it's only magic," the old man said to her,
chuckling.
Larisa was alarmed. She knew of spellcasters and
Micesrik's, but she also knew how they typically dressed.
He didn't dress like either, and yet he obviously knew
magic.
"What are you," Larisa asked cautiously.
"Why, I'm a wizard of course. What do I look like, a
salesman?"
"But there's no such thing as wizards," Larisa said.
"Oh, but there is. We're well hidden, and not even the
spellcasters know about us. Each spellcaster group thinks
that the three orders are the Micesrik's, the other
spellcasters, and themselves. They don't even suspect us,"
the wizard said, chuckling again.
Larisa sat in silence, contemplating what she had heard. It
seemed she had been lied to, and lied to often.
"What is your name, young woman," the wizard asked,
breaking the silence.
"Larisa, Larisa Faulkner."
"Well, it is a pleasure to meet you, Larisa," the wizard
said with a smile. "My name is Aserythe, though I am known
among those not gifted with the powers of magic as Aaron
Smith. But I'd prefer if you called me Aserythe."
"It's," Larisa said slowly, "a pleasure to meet you."
"Um-hum," the wizard mumbled, then said, "And you are a
spellcaster, aren't you. A Teuton perhaps, seeing as the
Teuton hold is near here."
"Yeah, how'd you, I mean..."
"How did I know? Why, it was very simple. When I cast a
spell to see who was calling out to me in the caverns, I
detected the faint presence of magic. Not strong enough to
merit a wizard, but plenty strong for a spellcaster. And,
as I said, there is a Teuton hold nearby. Satisfied?"
"I suppose," Larisa said, not exactly trusting her
companion.
"So, what, may I ask, are you doing in the caverns? I'm
just curious, and I love a good story," Aserythe said with
a smile. So Larisa began to recount her tale.
"Well, it began about a year ago, I suppose. Well, first I
guess I should say that I was a man back then," Larisa
started.
"Yes, I am aware of the Teuton's rituals," Aserythe said,
leaning back.
"Well, I wasn't exactly attractive, to say the least. I
wasn't very educated either, though I managed to teach
myself some things. But, I was strong, so I went to work at
a car part manufacturing plant. I was given strength
intensive stuff, since I was big and seemed able to do it.
So that's what I did for years. I never made many friends,
just a few, and was never married. Not that I didn't want
to be, 'cause I did. It's just no one wanted to go out with
me, and so I was alone often.
"And then, a year ago, I was approached by an older man, a
very respectable looking chap by the name of Wilson. He
told me of a society, very closely knit, and placing weight
not on mental achievement or looks but instead on physical
strength. Of course, that was the one thing I was good at,
I was strong. So I said I was interested. He slowly fed me
more and more information about the 'society.' Everything
he told me sounded good, especially since I was alone most
of the time. There would be camaraderie and fellowship. And
perhaps I could get married. Frankly, it seemed I had
nothing to lose.
"I went to a few 'meetings,' which is where I first saw
magic. At first I didn't believe, but eventually I was
convinced. And Wilson, Sir Wilson that is, told me I would
be able to do the same things. Of course there were things
he didn't tell me."
"Like being turned into a woman," Aserythe asked.
"Yeah. That, and having to stay at their base, and that
they would try to brainwash me."
"All typical Teuton requirements. But, they do make sense."
"And how is that?"
"Well, you were probably told about why you were turned
into a woman, but there is another, not well known reason.
Trauma, if it doesn't destroy a person or his mind, can
help unlock one's magical abilities. So you see, not only
does the transformation suit the purposes of creating a
group of aggressive, yet reasonable knights, but it also
makes it easier to train them in their magical abilities.
All the orders' inductees are forced to go through some
traumatic incident in order to unlock their powers. Except
for the Micesrik's. As to having to stay in their hold, I
don't suppose you have an I.D. with you?"
"Huh," Larisa said, confused by what seemed to be an
irrelevant question, was caught off guard. Then the
significance of the question occurred to her.
"Oh," was all she managed to say.
"Indeed," Aserythe continued. "It takes a good deal of time
to get new I.D.'s prepared, at least for them. So, you see,
there is a good reason behind that. As to mind control and
brainwashing, it's a bit harsh a word for it, though in
some ways, you're right. But with out that control, you may
have gone insane from the trauma of the transformation.
Also, they want a close knit order, with common beliefs. It
makes sense. By the way, the spell that makes sure you can
cope with your transformation is still in place."
"Could you remove it," Larisa asked. "I don't want any of
their brainwashing."
"I don't think that would be wise. Perhaps later, I will
remove it, but I will also replace it if, and it most
likely will, it seems necessary. In any case, the spell
will eventually fade away of its own accord, once you've
coped sufficiently. Anyway, you were telling a quite good
story before we were side tracked."
Aserythe smiled again. Larisa couldn't help but smile too.
"Well, once I went through their ritual, I woke up in a
prison cell of sorts. Sir Wilson came to me to explain the
situation. The next morning, I began my training. That went
well for three weeks. Then, one night, I don't know exactly
how long ago it was, but it was only a few days ago, I was
going to sleep when I started thinking about why I wasn't
worried or upset about my transformation as I began to fall
asleep, I was becoming more and more relaxed when I felt
a... I don't know, a clouded sensation. In any case, I
realized that they were brainwashing me.
"I decided to leave, and so walked out of the barracks,
through the passages. I was thoroughly lost, so I decided
to stop in one of the rooms off the side of the passageway
to rest. It was late, after all. It was a storage room,
filled with crates, a few pieces of furniture, some
weapons, and lots and lots of books. I was curious, and
started looking through the books. That was what I was
doing when Sir Wilson and a few other knights found me.
There was a fight, a fight I was losing badly. Sir Wilson
had me on the floor. He swung his sword down, and I moved,
but the sword went through the floor, and that section of
the floor collapsed, and I fell, hold my sword and its
sheath. This book also fell with me. And that's how I got
here. When I awoke, I started wandering. And that's where
you found me."
"Very entertaining, very entertaining indeed," Aserythe
said cheerfully.
"Entertaining?! It's actually happened. It's not some
movie. It's my life!"
"I'm sorry, but it does make a good story."
"Do any of your friends think you're a little odd," Larisa
asked, somewhat exasperated by her companion.
"You might say that. Actually, I have a reputation as being
somewhat queer."
"Of course," Larisa said. Looking behind Aserythe, down the
cavern, she could just barely make out a light.
"There's a light down there," Larisa exclaimed.
"Of course. That would be the exit."
Laura just looked. She hadn't been outside since her
transformation. The two sat in silence as the boat
approached the exit. When they finally arrived, the sun was
shining, and it was a beautiful day. Larisa could help but
smile broadly. It was a perfect day, and the stream they
were sailing on was lined with beautiful trees. Down the
creek a little could be seen a shed, part of it apparently
built over the river. Aserythe mumbled something, and a
door opened in the side of the shed on the river. Larisa
could see a dock inside. The boat maneuvered into the shed,
and docked. Aserythe threw a rope tied to the boat on the
small dock. The door closed behind the boat. Aserythe got
out, and Larisa followed suit, taking the book she had
brought all this way with her. Aserythe mumbled something
again, apparently a spell, Larisa guessed, and a door
opened out onto the land. Larisa left first, and was
followed by Aserythe. The door closed behind them. They
found themselves on a path.
"Come, my home is not far. If we should happen to encounter
anyone, remember that I am called Aaron Smith, not
Aserythe. I have a reputation as being a bit eccentric and
perhaps a bit pushy. So be ready," Aserythe said,
seriously.
"Ready for what," Larisa asked as they began walking down
the path.
"Oh, various things," was the vague reply.
They walked for a while, eventually reaching a field of
tall grass. They walked on the path through this, and out
to the clearing on the other side. In the clearing was a
group of perhaps fifteen men, all armed with guns. One of
them stepped slightly forward.
"Okay, Aaron. We've had enough of your nonsense. For twenty
years you've lived here like a scourge to us, always
interfering with our affairs. Now we're going to put an end
to it, once and for all."
"Just a little pushy," Larisa said, her hand on the hilt of
her sword. Aserythe smiled.
"Just a little, in certain circumstances."
To Be Continued...
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