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Authors: P.S. Power
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Grandmother, the Gray Ancient, made the plague to kill most of the world. Tor made the healing devices to undo that. It was a heroic measure too. He made more devices for this in a week than all the builders and copiers in Noram could have made in twenty years or more. The decision to withhold them wasn't the King's, or my brother's."
There was a soft inhalation that he couldn't see. It sounded baffled, rather than shocked. After all, she already knew that the things hadn't been delivered as planned. It was hardly news to her.
"No, I did that part. I took the ones that were meant to go to you, and to all those that were announcing themselves at war with us. It was to weaken you all. So... all the death of your people, that comes from me . It really is barbaric. Even Tor called me that when he found out about it. It's a horrible thing, but then, I'm pretty much a horrible person, so I can do things like that."
Timon waited to be called names or even be attacked, but it didn't come. Instead there was just a soft sobbing from where the giant woman stood. It only happened once, and then there was the sound a very deep breath being taken.
"Am I supposed to believe that? A single boy can thwart the might and will of the entire Kingdom, and that no one could stop you? I don't know if you took the devices initially, but even if you did, the King could have ordered you to bring them back. Your brother could have. No, it doesn't matter whose hand did the stealing, it was King Richard that made the final decision. I hate him for it, but it's already done, isn't it?"
Things suddenly felt awkward. After all, demanding that she blame him for his own actions didn't make a lot of sense, but there wasn't a lot of logic to her words. Was it his responsibility to fix what she was thinking? Could he?
"I told you the truth. I also get that you already have problems with the King and his family, or had at least. You need to make certain that you don't go back on your word, or I'll look pretty bad." He smiled, not meaning it, but was glad that she couldn't see it. That kind of thing just made you seem unbalanced. "We should get some sleep. The devices will come, or not. Being exhausted won't help us either way."
She murmured something that sounded like she was wishing him pleasant dreams, rather than cursing his name like she probably should have. She walked alone to her front door, some twenty yards away over the soft grass of her lawn. It wasn't perfectly cared for, being winter. He didn't feel the cold, but realized, after it was too late, that she had to have been freezing the whole time. With that thought he went into his own little dwelling and secured the door, then changed into other clothing and slept until the noise from outside woke him.
No one had knocked and the sun was already up when he stepped outside. Nearly a hundred people were there, filling boxes with healing devices, that or packs, and loaded them onto horses, riding away as if it were a race. Petra called out instructions and pointed to a man that looked more like a thief than an official of some kind.
"You there, are you ill?" Her long finger pointed at the smaller man rudely, but he just coughed, a wet and miserable sounding thing, and nodded. He had a grizzled look about him, but didn't stop working, scooping handfuls of the devices into sacks and boxes for others, calling for them to go quickly.
Petra didn't stop him either, just walking over and holding one of the small focus stone things to his neck. He paused for a bit, clearly having trouble healing that fast and moving at the same time, but uncomfortable or not, after a few seconds, he continued.
The pretty woman, with her richly dark skin and rose colored fighting leathers just looked at the people around her, a sense of admiration coming from her for some reason.
"You're all very brave and strong. Heal yourselves first anyway. You'll do better work that way and be able to keep going longer. We can't
There was a soft inhalation that he couldn't see. It sounded baffled, rather than shocked. After all, she already knew that the things hadn't been delivered as planned. It was hardly news to her.
"No, I did that part. I took the ones that were meant to go to you, and to all those that were announcing themselves at war with us. It was to weaken you all. So... all the death of your people, that comes from me . It really is barbaric. Even Tor called me that when he found out about it. It's a horrible thing, but then, I'm pretty much a horrible person, so I can do things like that."
Timon waited to be called names or even be attacked, but it didn't come. Instead there was just a soft sobbing from where the giant woman stood. It only happened once, and then there was the sound a very deep breath being taken.
"Am I supposed to believe that? A single boy can thwart the might and will of the entire Kingdom, and that no one could stop you? I don't know if you took the devices initially, but even if you did, the King could have ordered you to bring them back. Your brother could have. No, it doesn't matter whose hand did the stealing, it was King Richard that made the final decision. I hate him for it, but it's already done, isn't it?"
Things suddenly felt awkward. After all, demanding that she blame him for his own actions didn't make a lot of sense, but there wasn't a lot of logic to her words. Was it his responsibility to fix what she was thinking? Could he?
"I told you the truth. I also get that you already have problems with the King and his family, or had at least. You need to make certain that you don't go back on your word, or I'll look pretty bad." He smiled, not meaning it, but was glad that she couldn't see it. That kind of thing just made you seem unbalanced. "We should get some sleep. The devices will come, or not. Being exhausted won't help us either way."
She murmured something that sounded like she was wishing him pleasant dreams, rather than cursing his name like she probably should have. She walked alone to her front door, some twenty yards away over the soft grass of her lawn. It wasn't perfectly cared for, being winter. He didn't feel the cold, but realized, after it was too late, that she had to have been freezing the whole time. With that thought he went into his own little dwelling and secured the door, then changed into other clothing and slept until the noise from outside woke him.
No one had knocked and the sun was already up when he stepped outside. Nearly a hundred people were there, filling boxes with healing devices, that or packs, and loaded them onto horses, riding away as if it were a race. Petra called out instructions and pointed to a man that looked more like a thief than an official of some kind.
"You there, are you ill?" Her long finger pointed at the smaller man rudely, but he just coughed, a wet and miserable sounding thing, and nodded. He had a grizzled look about him, but didn't stop working, scooping handfuls of the devices into sacks and boxes for others, calling for them to go quickly.
Petra didn't stop him either, just walking over and holding one of the small focus stone things to his neck. He paused for a bit, clearly having trouble healing that fast and moving at the same time, but uncomfortable or not, after a few seconds, he continued.
The pretty woman, with her richly dark skin and rose colored fighting leathers just looked at the people around her, a sense of admiration coming from her for some reason.
"You're all very brave and strong. Heal yourselves first anyway. You'll do better work that way and be able to keep going longer. We can't
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