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2. Something She Never Took In Consideration
The morning sky was still dark bluish sprinkled with cold stars when Kimie decided to leave home. The only thing she wanted to carry with her was an old rawhide bag containing all her savings -25.000 Kinah- and desiccated Baku meat as a gift for Lady Jamanok, which was considered a delicacy by Theobomans.
Reaching her destination by walking would have taken days, so she spent some of her money already for joining a caravan made of wagons and carts dragged by tamed Tipolids. During the trip she enjoyed the company of poor people like her, mostly emigrants and wanderers, who were seeking fortune somewhere.
The travelling group decided to stop by Cascade Springs, so they could refill their goatskin flasks with fresh water from the Sneeze Crater. That place was a little corner of paradise, filled with lush grass flowers and plants, this bounty allowed several animals to breed their younglings while being protected from the harshness of the outside world.
The group of wagons continued its journey, passing through Dirmoi Pass. The name of that canyon was well-known by all the travellers since it had been often a place of death for people who have lost their ways. Kimie was lost in her thoughts watching the bare landscape when a small skinny arm coming out from a pile of rocks caught her attention. It didn’t take much time for realizing that was the corpse of a Shugo crushed by a rock fall. He disappeared months ago from the Observatory Village during an expedition and he never came back. He met his end at the hands of the rocky canyon. Was that Aion’s justice?
The scorching heat was reaching its top when Kimie jumped off the wagon and started climbing up the steep path heading to Jamanok’s Inn. The entranced was patrolled by stout guardians which looked quite threatening and dangerous.
The young girl was welcomed by a fat hunched butler who frowned at her.
“Yes? Speak up!” asked roughly and impatiently while standing on the Inn’s door.
“I’m here for… uhm, Lady Jamanok” Kimie answered shyly “I’ve been called by her recently and I don’t know why. I’m here for finding it out.” She hoped her answer didn’t sound too much stupid and naïve.
“Hmm-hmm” muttered the butler. He moved aside to let Kimie enter. “Please follow me till her studio”. They crossed the hallway filled with busy employees who flew from one room to another holding piles of dishes and Kimie quite embarrassed watched her steps precariously.
Lady Jamanok looked exactly like Kimie had imagined. Tall, thin, clean and beautiful with such a proud look in her eyes softened by her sweet perfume. The young dark-skinned girl took off her hood and bowed respectfully in front of her, handing the offers she carefully packed up the night before.
“Abunka please take the gift this young girl brought and leave us alone” The stubby butler fulfilled his duty silently and vanished.
“Kimie from Latheron’s Coast, right?”
“Yes.”
Was she going to offer her a job as a waitress? As a servant? Housekeeper? Anything like that would have been so welcomed! Anakha would have been proud of her sister. Many scenarios were running through Kimie’s mind about what was going to happen but Jamanok’ voice broke suddently the spell of whirling thoughts.
“I don’t want to lose time so let’s come to the point. Rumours say you’re a skilled material seeker and I want to start a new business of Ruby ores running aside my Inn. I will pay you 500 kinah every 5 kilos of ores. Will you be interested in this task?”
The hope for a good opportunity crushed loudly in Kimie’s heart. The dreams of freedom from the wildlife were falling apart and she felt incredibly ingenuous for having believed it even for just a moment. Yes, she would have been a material seeker for the incoming years, an exploited slave until the day a fierce beast would have killed her during her mission through the sandy desert. She would have concluded her existence like the majority of all Theobomans.
Confused screams from outside interrupted the conversation between the two. There was something going on, judging by the terrified shouts of the guards it was nothing good. Kimie and Jamanok rushed outside while all the Inn employees were trembling frightened, hiding under the tables.
“It’s an attack! Calydons want to ravage your Inn Milady and they’re coming in group from downstairs! They already killed some of us and they’re quickly moving up the peak slaughtering everyone in their path!” the voice of the guard was broken, the fear made him babble nervously. The rest of the soldiers were fighting bravely on the edge of the pinnacle, trying to hold back tightly the barbarian invasion.
“Those vile scums…!” Kimie hissed between the teeth. She had already heard of Calydon tribes, they were feared by all humans living in northern Theobomos and a big part of their nightmares. As Fregion hasn’t been enough! Those wild boars-like creatures lived in filthy villages strewn with rotting corpses and worst of all they used to torture kill and devour human being in their dirty shantytowns.
“If it’s violence what they want, I’ll give it to them!” Kimie unsheated her bow and raced down the narrow path clinging to the mountain’s side.
She put her hood on again and dashed against the enemies. As she saw the chaotic mob of Calydons she shooted some fast arrows which sink into their skulls with impressive suddenness. While avoiding their might hits nimbly she striked a series of quick strikes into their chest, their knees, their throats, knoking them down like dummies. Her shots claimed their lives one after another, the arrow pierced deeply their flesh while jets of blood marked the rock walls. Her arm combined with her bow was quick like a lightning, precise as a machine, deadly like the scratch of a tiger. She slayed as much enemies as she could, heated by the unstoppable desire of revenge for the perpetraded injustices. The dead Calydons bodies on the grounds looked like bleeding pincushions and the remnants decided to retreat, stumbling down the pinnacle cowardly.
Jamanok Inn was safe once again and the exhausted survivors sighed with relief.
“I’m… impressed.” Jamanok approached the little girl from behind, clapping her hands amazed by Kimie’s deed “You alone was enough for saving this place from plundering. I will be eternally grateful to you, my little walking miracle!”
Kimie half-smiled, putting aside the weapon she using showing great dexterity “I’m not so proud of this skill if I will have to use it only for surviving”.
“In fact I think you would be completely wasted as my personal picker of precious gems” Jamanok smiled leery “you’d better ascend as a Deava, that would be a great way of changing your destiny”.
“A… Deava?” asked Kimie, that was an option she has never taken in consideration before “That’s not possible, I’m bound to this place to help my family… Moreover I can’t afford to become someone” continued bitterly the young Theoboman with a sad shadow on her face. She would never have abandoned her dear family to a stunted life.
Jamanok laughed, covering her mouth politely with a fan.
“My dear naïve child, don’t you know Daevas are even richer than landowners?” she took sit on a wooden bench crossing her legs “In very truth, heroic Daevas usually become the richest inhabitants of Elysea. I will recommend you to Sanctum training camp for aspiring young Daevas and I suggest you to think seriously about it”.
The subject awoken Kimie’s interest immediately. Money? Richness? That would have meant diverging her family’s fate to a decorous life without privations. And maybe if she would have become a heroic Daeva she would have had enough money for rebuilding whole Theobomos and saving thousand lives from misery! If nobody cared about that forgotten region, she would have been the one to who started caring.
“Becoming a Deava, huh?” She started mumbling, and mumbling, and mumbling…
-- To Be Continued
The morning sky was still dark bluish sprinkled with cold stars when Kimie decided to leave home. The only thing she wanted to carry with her was an old rawhide bag containing all her savings -25.000 Kinah- and desiccated Baku meat as a gift for Lady Jamanok, which was considered a delicacy by Theobomans.
Reaching her destination by walking would have taken days, so she spent some of her money already for joining a caravan made of wagons and carts dragged by tamed Tipolids. During the trip she enjoyed the company of poor people like her, mostly emigrants and wanderers, who were seeking fortune somewhere.
The travelling group decided to stop by Cascade Springs, so they could refill their goatskin flasks with fresh water from the Sneeze Crater. That place was a little corner of paradise, filled with lush grass flowers and plants, this bounty allowed several animals to breed their younglings while being protected from the harshness of the outside world.
The group of wagons continued its journey, passing through Dirmoi Pass. The name of that canyon was well-known by all the travellers since it had been often a place of death for people who have lost their ways. Kimie was lost in her thoughts watching the bare landscape when a small skinny arm coming out from a pile of rocks caught her attention. It didn’t take much time for realizing that was the corpse of a Shugo crushed by a rock fall. He disappeared months ago from the Observatory Village during an expedition and he never came back. He met his end at the hands of the rocky canyon. Was that Aion’s justice?
The scorching heat was reaching its top when Kimie jumped off the wagon and started climbing up the steep path heading to Jamanok’s Inn. The entranced was patrolled by stout guardians which looked quite threatening and dangerous.
The young girl was welcomed by a fat hunched butler who frowned at her.
“Yes? Speak up!” asked roughly and impatiently while standing on the Inn’s door.
“I’m here for… uhm, Lady Jamanok” Kimie answered shyly “I’ve been called by her recently and I don’t know why. I’m here for finding it out.” She hoped her answer didn’t sound too much stupid and naïve.
“Hmm-hmm” muttered the butler. He moved aside to let Kimie enter. “Please follow me till her studio”. They crossed the hallway filled with busy employees who flew from one room to another holding piles of dishes and Kimie quite embarrassed watched her steps precariously.
Lady Jamanok looked exactly like Kimie had imagined. Tall, thin, clean and beautiful with such a proud look in her eyes softened by her sweet perfume. The young dark-skinned girl took off her hood and bowed respectfully in front of her, handing the offers she carefully packed up the night before.
“Abunka please take the gift this young girl brought and leave us alone” The stubby butler fulfilled his duty silently and vanished.
“Kimie from Latheron’s Coast, right?”
“Yes.”
Was she going to offer her a job as a waitress? As a servant? Housekeeper? Anything like that would have been so welcomed! Anakha would have been proud of her sister. Many scenarios were running through Kimie’s mind about what was going to happen but Jamanok’ voice broke suddently the spell of whirling thoughts.
“I don’t want to lose time so let’s come to the point. Rumours say you’re a skilled material seeker and I want to start a new business of Ruby ores running aside my Inn. I will pay you 500 kinah every 5 kilos of ores. Will you be interested in this task?”
The hope for a good opportunity crushed loudly in Kimie’s heart. The dreams of freedom from the wildlife were falling apart and she felt incredibly ingenuous for having believed it even for just a moment. Yes, she would have been a material seeker for the incoming years, an exploited slave until the day a fierce beast would have killed her during her mission through the sandy desert. She would have concluded her existence like the majority of all Theobomans.
Confused screams from outside interrupted the conversation between the two. There was something going on, judging by the terrified shouts of the guards it was nothing good. Kimie and Jamanok rushed outside while all the Inn employees were trembling frightened, hiding under the tables.
“It’s an attack! Calydons want to ravage your Inn Milady and they’re coming in group from downstairs! They already killed some of us and they’re quickly moving up the peak slaughtering everyone in their path!” the voice of the guard was broken, the fear made him babble nervously. The rest of the soldiers were fighting bravely on the edge of the pinnacle, trying to hold back tightly the barbarian invasion.
“Those vile scums…!” Kimie hissed between the teeth. She had already heard of Calydon tribes, they were feared by all humans living in northern Theobomos and a big part of their nightmares. As Fregion hasn’t been enough! Those wild boars-like creatures lived in filthy villages strewn with rotting corpses and worst of all they used to torture kill and devour human being in their dirty shantytowns.
“If it’s violence what they want, I’ll give it to them!” Kimie unsheated her bow and raced down the narrow path clinging to the mountain’s side.
She put her hood on again and dashed against the enemies. As she saw the chaotic mob of Calydons she shooted some fast arrows which sink into their skulls with impressive suddenness. While avoiding their might hits nimbly she striked a series of quick strikes into their chest, their knees, their throats, knoking them down like dummies. Her shots claimed their lives one after another, the arrow pierced deeply their flesh while jets of blood marked the rock walls. Her arm combined with her bow was quick like a lightning, precise as a machine, deadly like the scratch of a tiger. She slayed as much enemies as she could, heated by the unstoppable desire of revenge for the perpetraded injustices. The dead Calydons bodies on the grounds looked like bleeding pincushions and the remnants decided to retreat, stumbling down the pinnacle cowardly.
Jamanok Inn was safe once again and the exhausted survivors sighed with relief.
“I’m… impressed.” Jamanok approached the little girl from behind, clapping her hands amazed by Kimie’s deed “You alone was enough for saving this place from plundering. I will be eternally grateful to you, my little walking miracle!”
Kimie half-smiled, putting aside the weapon she using showing great dexterity “I’m not so proud of this skill if I will have to use it only for surviving”.
“In fact I think you would be completely wasted as my personal picker of precious gems” Jamanok smiled leery “you’d better ascend as a Deava, that would be a great way of changing your destiny”.
“A… Deava?” asked Kimie, that was an option she has never taken in consideration before “That’s not possible, I’m bound to this place to help my family… Moreover I can’t afford to become someone” continued bitterly the young Theoboman with a sad shadow on her face. She would never have abandoned her dear family to a stunted life.
Jamanok laughed, covering her mouth politely with a fan.
“My dear naïve child, don’t you know Daevas are even richer than landowners?” she took sit on a wooden bench crossing her legs “In very truth, heroic Daevas usually become the richest inhabitants of Elysea. I will recommend you to Sanctum training camp for aspiring young Daevas and I suggest you to think seriously about it”.
The subject awoken Kimie’s interest immediately. Money? Richness? That would have meant diverging her family’s fate to a decorous life without privations. And maybe if she would have become a heroic Daeva she would have had enough money for rebuilding whole Theobomos and saving thousand lives from misery! If nobody cared about that forgotten region, she would have been the one to who started caring.
“Becoming a Deava, huh?” She started mumbling, and mumbling, and mumbling…
-- To Be Continued
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