045.005

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Remain Calm

Projector


After slipping back down to her room a few days after the lesson with Tenebrael, Alyssa found a servant waiting for her. A servant with a plethora of requests for more meetings. All very formal looking, they were written out in flowery ink and signed in a big round hand. Unfortunately for about half of the meeting’s participants, she had more important things to be doing today. So she redirected the servant off to find Kasita while Alyssa worked.

She was getting close.

Instead of creating a pizza all at once, which she fully intended to do some day, she had decided to simplify everything by starting with the component pieces.

And, in her opinion, she was getting quite good at it.

Alyssa knew that it was just a research problem. She wasn’t afraid of eating magically conjured food. That would be ridiculous. Sure, she had spent a great deal of time researching exactly what food was in the most basic sense of the term and had come to understand quite a bit about how people processed the food they ate, but that was just a side note to identifying the properties of plant-based life. Sure, she probably didn’t need to figure out the effect of cell walls on white flour and the mere term of ‘popped endosperm’ had put her off wheat-based products for a good full day until she realized that she was being silly, but all that research had helped to progress her to where she was today.

Namely, waving a hand to create a flat dough. The base for all pizza, whether that be vegetable, fruit, or regular pepperoni. It looked like dough. Felt like dough—specifically, dough that had been kneaded and allowed time to rise. She hadn’t actually tasted it yet. She was planning on it. A servant had taken a small sample to the kitchens to be baked, which she was currently waiting on. For some reason, creating it already cooked was posing problems to her. Much like creating pizza in general, she assumed that this was merely a lack of experience and research and would be resolved sooner or later after a bit of effort.

But for now, she wanted to switch topics to something new. Her task was to get the tomato sauce working.

Arrayed out on the desk in her room was a number of ruby red orbs. Tomatoes. Six of them. Six successes. She had deleted far more failures than she cared to count. After slicing the first open and finding its insides to be that nasty primordial goop, she was quite glad that she hadn’t simply bitten into it as she had been tempted to do.

Primordial goo didn’t seem to hurt her when she touched it, but there was no telling what would happen if she actually ate it.

Creating a fruit knife, Alyssa started slicing into the tomatoes. She moved on to the second one that she created. The moment she punctured the skin, sticky green goop started leaking. Although a tomatoes insides were often similar, this was obviously not what was supposed to be inside a tomato.

Alyssa destroyed it and the knife immediately.

The next tomato was much the same. Little more than a water balloon filled with primordial ooze.

The fourth tomato actually had flesh inside. And seeds. A partial success, though she supposed she hadn’t thoroughly investigated the first two for seeds. However, between the seeds and flesh was more primordial goop. Or maybe the tomato was just rotten. It was a bit hard to tell.

The fifth one was even harder to decide. It looked normal. It smelled normal. She still wasn’t willing to lick it, however. Just to be on the safe side. Instead, she destroyed it.

But before she could slice into the final tomato, someone knocked at her room door. Alyssa did a quick check through her soul sight, just in case—she really didn’t want to deal with Decorous or anyone else from the meeting—but found a familiar soul on the other side. Well, Decorous would have been familiar as well, but…

“Irulon?” Alyssa said, opening the door without further hesitation.

“Need you look so surprised? We are friends and companions, are we not?”

“You normally send a servant if you want to talk and I have to go all the way up to your room.”

“Ah. Yes. But today, Companion is… occupying my room for a variety of reasons.”

“Do I want to know?”

“I doubt it.”

“Mhmm…” Stepping aside, Alyssa allowed Irulon entry to her room. It was, as far as she could remember, the first time the princess actually came down to visit. As Alyssa had said, normally Tess or another servant fetched her.

Irulon took a moment to look around. Just a moment. The room wasn’t large. Basically just the bed and desk. Alyssa didn’t even have a bookshelf. She did stop and stare at the last remaining tomato. However, when she started to reach for it, Alyssa grabbed her hand.

“I don’t know that it is ready for consumption.”

“This is a tomato?”

“You know of them?” Alyssa asked, genuinely surprised. She wasn’t sure if tomatoes simply didn’t exist in Nod or if it was just this region, but nobody had actually tried a tomato outside Teneville as far as she knew. Though, that probably explained it. “Teneville,” she said before Irulon could comment. “They weren’t grown when we visited, were they?”

“They were. You abandoned the town immediately after the statue construction, or you would be aware of that.”

“Ah.” Alyssa shrugged. She had been a bit out of it at the time, knowing how much attention would have been on her. So she had gone home. Or to her house? Could it really be called her home at this point? Either way… “Then you’ve eaten one before?”

“Indeed. Quite a strange taste. Sweet yet somewhat sour, even a bit bitter. Hard to describe.”

“Then…” Pulling out another knife, Alyssa cut the tomato in two. It looked normal. But Irulon with her extreme powers of observation… “Does this look like what you ate?”

“You don’t know? It is fruit from your world, is it not?”

“It has been a long time since I had a tomato and I don’t have perfect memory.”

“Hm.” Irulon leaned forward, first visually inspecting the tomato and then even going so far as to smell it like she was some kind of hellhound. “It is normal as far as I can tell.”

That was about as good of a review as Alyssa was likely to receive. A part of her wanted to wait until she could talk to Tenebrael and get the angel’s opinion on whether or not these would be safe to eat… but…

Alyssa had told Tenebrael that she would be ready in a week. Calling her up now to have every step babysat would be… embarrassing. Beyond embarrassing. But with Irulon saying everything was fine with the tomato, Alyssa picked it up. She took a breath, staring just a moment before biting down into it.

It tasted… normal. The taste of tomatoes was hard to describe, as Irulon had said, but Alyssa had tasted enough in her life to know what the baseline should be. This certainly met that baseline. She didn’t detect any funny or out of place tastes to it either. It was a success.

A success for just the tomato.

Tomato sauce made for pizza had a whole bunch more stuff in it. Garlic, onion, salt, basil, red pepper, and a million other things. She could probably skip out on a lot of those things and still have something edible for an end product, but…

With creating a human body, it had gotten much easier once she got it the first time. Even the different organs, all of which were incredibly different in structure and form, came together almost naturally once she had created the first one. So, with a successful tomato, perhaps a red pepper wouldn’t be that difficult to create either. Then she could work on mixing it all together, creating the tomato paste all at once.

There were sure to be a number of failures. Even some failures that looked like successes, like some of those tomato attempts. It might be prudent to catch a few rats and make them eat some primordial goo just to see if it had any harmful effects when consumed. In fact… Alyssa made a mental note to send a Message to Fela as soon as Irulon left.

She still wasn’t quite sure how to cook something. Figuring out how to make water that was already hot had taken some effort. Alyssa imagined creating something cooked would be similar. With two days already having gone by since Tenebrael’s little challenge… she was starting to wonder if she had enough time to figure it all out.

Especially because, although Irulon was tasting the other half of the tomato now, it was doubtful that the princess had stopped by for a culinary chat.

“Was there something you stopped by for?” Alyssa asked, setting the tomato down.

Wiping up a bit of tomato juice near the corner of her mouth with the knuckle of her thumb, Irulon nodded. “Indeed. I had a thought. A way to simplify a mystic circle in motion, changing and altering the pattern as needed. I wished to run the idea past you to see if you could come up with any flaws or errors.”

“You wanted to run it by me? Me? I barely know anything about spell crafting.”

“It isn’t so much the spell crafting that I want your observations on, but the method I have chosen to use. It is something inspired by your world, after all.”

“Really?”

Reaching into the folds of her clothes, Irulon pulled out a small bronze box. One end had a protrusion with a thin glass lens. The other looked like a series of slots, all roughly the size of a spell card. She set it down on the desk—Alyssa quickly destroyed the remnants of the tomatoes to keep the surface clean—and pulled out a series of spell cards. Most looked basically the same. She was pretty sure a few of them were the same as each other.

“The general goal with this is to create many small changes that will propagate out into larger changes. I found this easiest to accomplish by creating a card with the initial form of the spell and a second card with the end result. Then I draw out step-by-step changes that would be required to get from the first card to the last card.” As Irulon spoke, she slotted the cards into the box’s slots one by one. Now that Alyssa was actually looking, they were all different. Barely. There were fifteen slots and fifteen cards. “It is a time consuming process, but it shows promise in these early tests. Best of all, it does not consume the cards as a regular spell casting does. The box itself contains etchings that read each card and display the result via this lens, drawing it out using focused beams of light. This is the main point of inspiration. Both the way the spell is animated as well as the drawing device.”

“You’ve… made a magical projector?”

“Ah. I suppose that would be a good term for it.”

“We have similar devices that convert electrical signals into light. You should probably ask Jason if you want a more in-depth dissertation on how they work.”

“Hm. I’ll make a note. But this was modeled after those green lights that were in the… music video, you called it.”

“Oh, this is more of a laser show then?”

“Why don’t I just turn it on and you can see the result without me having to explain.”

Taking out another spell card, Irulon slotted it into a side panel that folded out. “This is the only card I have to redraw with this system,” she said as she closed the panel. There was a small hole that Alyssa hadn’t noticed before the card was in—the metal box was all the same bronze material and the panel was thin enough that it didn’t make a big divot. “I have to keep my finger on it, then… Moving Light.”

The lens came to life. Irulon likening it to a laser pointer had definitely been accurate. It looked like it came straight from a concert. Though concerts tended to use green laser pointers. Sometimes blue. Given Tenebrael’s usual color, Alyssa would have expected for the beam to be black, somehow, but it wasn’t. It was a brilliant pure white. Not quite a laser, but more like a really powerful light shining in a specific pattern.

The pattern shining on the wall was the same that Alyssa had seen on the cards earlier. All the cards. It seemed to switch between them fast enough that it looked like a smooth animation. A lot smoother than she would have expected from the fact that it was projecting individual cards. It was simple. Basically just some of the symbols of the mystic circle spinning. A far cry from when Alyssa actually used divine magic to manifest miracles. But much closer than static cards.

“Drawbacks:” Irulon said after watching the looping animation for a minute. “It must have a wall to project onto. This makes the device incompatible with fieldwork. Secondly, it is extremely limited as it is. This is one of the more complex animations that I have created. Pushing the box’s limits even with just this. It can theoretically be scaled up to an unlimited number of spell cards, but as cards occupy a physical space, it will become quite a large device if I wish to replicate even the most basic of your creation miracles. Lastly… it is inconsistent.”

“Inconsistent? As in spell casting-wise? I thought you needed special ink and… wait, you can cast an animated spell circle like that?” The former might be surprising to someone who worked at the Observatorium, but the latter would surprise anyone, Alyssa assumed.

“Not right.”

“Not right? Which part?”

As Alyssa asked, Irulon started removing the cards from the back of the device. One by one, she removed them all, setting them to the side. The animation on the wall became far more choppy with it snapping from the last image to one of the ones part way through. But that wasn’t a concern soon enough. Irulon left the final card right at the very bottom of the device. With that one still in place, she stepped to the side, moving to reach her hand to the wall. She rested her fingers on the brick, hovering just above where she would start to cast shadows on the pattern.

“Window Jall,” she said.

The wall exploded in a smattering of glass shards. Each unfolded from the last, leaving no seams at the folds. The facets continued to spread across the wall like a flower blooming. It stopped with the smooth mirrored surface covered a two-foot diameter circle. There was a brief moment where Alyssa could see herself, the little box, Irulon, and the rest of her room.

It was quickly replaced by a view of Earth. And it was definitely Earth. She could see Australia, Indonesia, the Philippines, China, India, and maybe a sliver of Africa over on the side. The view was from somewhere out in space, like what a satellite might be able to photograph. Half was the night-side of the planet too, which meant that she could see all the electric lights of modern civilization highlighting cities and the veins of society.

“Interesting,” Irulon said with a hum. “Haven’t seen this perspective before. Nine times out of ten, we get either pure darkness—presumably somewhere beneath the surface of the oceans—or a view of endless water. This is the first time I’ve seen the view from this far away from the surface. I’ll have to call Companion down. She’ll want to see this with her own eyes.”

“It’s beautiful… How long will it last?”

“Not long. Spells cast in this manner tend to be… unstable. It is extremely useful in that I don’t have to draw out a complicated card every time I want to do this—the light spell is far simpler than this window spell—but I am working to make it last longer.”

“That’s… too bad.” Having a little porthole back home would have been nice to keep around. Especially with the current view. An empty ocean might have been neat, but couldn’t compare to a view from space. Although… Alyssa thought, stomach feeling a little tingly all of a sudden. It was a bit too high to trigger any fear of heights, paradoxically enough, but there was another concern. “When you said unstable… this isn’t going to collapse and create a portal or anything, is it? Because there is nothing on the other side of that window. If it breaks, all the air here will be sucked in. Us along with it.”

“That would be extremely improbable. All other tests have simply faded away as the magic in the spell wanes.”

“Good.” Alyssa let out a small breath. A little more relaxed, she got a little closer, peering through the porthole. “I wonder if you can see the space station at all…” The perspective was probably too far away. Pictures she had seen from the space station all looked much closer to Earth. You couldn’t even see the entire planet in any of them, unlike the view right now.

“Space station?”

“Scientists from my world launched rockets up into space and built a small building up there, just floating like the moon.” Alyssa wasn’t sure how much Irulon knew about space—or anyone from this world knew, for that matter. She was a little surprised that Irulon didn’t seem surprised to find a spherical planet. The view seemed locked in place. As such, it was obviously rotating. Irulon was attentive enough that she wouldn’t have missed that.

Then again, she was pretty sure that ancient Greeks and Romans had figured out the Earth was round back at the dawn of history, so maybe something similar had occurred here.

“I’ll show you a few things on my phone later,” Alyssa said, wondering what Irulon might think about the space station. “First… why Jall? What does that mean?”

“Nonsense. I simply haven’t refined the spell yet. Its activation phrase will eventually be Window Earth, or something close to that.”

“And all these cards?” Alyssa said, waving to the fourteen spell cards that had been pulled from the box.

“Simply created for proof of concept of an animated spell. None of them will function properly due to the minor differences from the original.”

“Ah… so you haven’t actually cast an animated spell yet?”

“None exist,” Irulon said. She rotated the box to face the wall and reinserted the spell cards. She had to pull out a fresh light spell to get it running again—apparently the activation of the projected spell shut off the light. “This is an entirely new branch of casting spells. I truly do not know if it will work at all. However, just this much is already enough to get my name in history books. Imagine the effort it will save if I can further reduce the complexity of the light spell. It won’t be useful in combat, but it will save so much time in more domestic tasks.”

“You aren’t satisfied with just that, are you.” It wasn’t really a question. Alyssa knew the answer even before Irulon put on a wide grin.

“Of course not.”

Alyssa nodded. No. Irulon was ambition personified. If she wasn’t known as the greatest arcanist of all time, why even bother? Alyssa had different goals, but now… seeing Irulon excited and engaged in her new form of spell casting…

A pizza might not sound as glamorous as a revolution in understanding magic, but Tenebrael would be expecting a pizza nonetheless. And after she had proved to Tenebrael that she could do the work and could work the magic, her own future might be far more within her grasp than it seemed.

She had a lot of work to do.


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Remain Calm

Primordial Ooze


Tenebrael, for once, did not have a smile on her face. She stared at Alyssa with all the intensity of a starved and crazed weasel. Her arms, one gloved and one bare, were crossed over her chest with a few fingers drumming on her elbow.

Alyssa didn’t break her stare. She met the angel’s eyes and didn’t flinch back or shift her posture. It was a bit of a pain in the neck. Literally. Alyssa sat on her bed while Tenebrael hovered upright a short distance away. The small elevation forced her to tilt her head upward.

The brief standoff only lasted a minute before Tenebrael’s face soften. “Are you sure about that? Are you ready? Have you learned all you can learn as you are now?”

“In order: No, no, and no.”

“Then—”

“But I could be spending years and years working with your magic. There are probably a trillion nuances that I would spend my entire life learning about and experimenting with, only to realize that there are a trillion more after that.”

Tenebrael let out a long sigh, dropping her height to be at only a slight upward angle from Alyssa. “Mortals,” she said in that same sigh. “So impatient.”

“Yes, well, it comes with a limited amount of time to do things in. Even if I can magic myself up a way to extend my life, how long will I be still be here, doing the same things with only the tiniest of baby steps to show for progress?”

“But to connect to the Throne…”

“I’m not saying that we have to do it right this second. In fact, I don’t think we should do it now. You’re right. I do think there should be just a little preparation before we go into this. I brought it up because I want it to be something on our minds. Something we’re both thinking about and mentally preparing for. I want to try to connect directly to the Throne, if only to see how things are different.”

“Well, I don’t know how it is for you, exactly. I have guesses based on what I have seen. But I’m pretty sure the Throne is… far more than what you are expecting. To be connected to the Throne is to be a part of something… much, much larger than yourself. I’m a little worried you’ll just explode.”

Alyssa pressed her lips together, raising an eyebrow. “Literally?” she asked after a short silence.

“Yes.”

“My body or my soul?”

“Yes.”

Lips pressing even tighter, Alyssa scowled. “You were the one who originally suggested it way back when…”

“Yes, but I didn’t think you would actually want to…” Tenebrael trailed off with another small sigh. Straightening her posture, she once again looked Alyssa straight in the eyes. “What is it you want, Alyssa Meadows?”

“What?”

“Why is it that you wish to connect to the Throne? What is there for you to gain? What do you want?”

Alyssa didn’t take long at all to answer, despite Tenebrael seeming to have wanted her question to be thought about for a while. Technically it was a question that she had thought about for a while. In retrospect, she had been thinking about it since first meeting Tenebrael, though she might not have been able to articulate exactly what it was she had desired back then. Now, after much more focused thought, she could distill her desire down to a single word.

“Control.”

Tenebrael blinked twice, visibly confused. “Control? What do you mean by that?”

“I mean, I just don’t feel like I have much control over my life. At the moment, you could swoop in and decide that I would be better off on some other planet entirely. Or maybe decide to do another experiment to check how your little black book reacts to something I did. Or maybe another angel shows up and then I have to deal with them. They could usurp you, becoming the new Dominion of Nod or maybe just fight with you, taking away these little talks that we have much like how the Astral Authority forced you into hiding for some time.

“I need more control over my own life. A way to get out from under all the angelic influence that is around me at all times.”

Tenebrael didn’t speak for a long time. She drifted a few paces away, settling down on top of the desk in the room. She didn’t smile. She didn’t frown. She just sat, staring. Alyssa didn’t say anything, choosing to let the angel process what she had just said. Though by five minutes of silence, Alyssa was starting to get a little nervous that she had said something she shouldn’t have.

Eventually, Tenebrael did open her mouth. “You would prefer… if I never appeared before you again? Never interfered in your life again?”

“That’s not what I said and you know it,” Alyssa snapped. “I just said that I would be upset if something interrupted our frequent chats. All I want is, should you be forced by your programming to act in a certain way, the ability to say no to whatever nonsensical demands you would be forced to come up with.”

That seemed to calm Tenebrael down, at least a little. Her posture certainly relaxed a little more, though she still didn’t put her smile back on her face.

“Can you say that the possibility of that is zero? That no other angel could possibly interfere with you or me?” Between Iosefael, Adrael, and Kenziel, history had already proved the answer to be a resounding no. But Alyssa still wanted to hear it from Tenebrael. Perhaps she had done something when she had booted the Astral Authority off the planet. Perhaps it really was just her now unless she specifically invited other angels to visit. But even if that was the case, the first question still applied in full.

And slowly, Tenebrael shook her head. Before Alyssa could say anything, Tenebrael slowly started to smile. “So I am not the problem. Rather… you would wish to become… my equal?”

It was Alyssa’s turn to blink. She hadn’t thought about it like that. But she eventually nodded. “That wasn’t quite what I had in mind, but it is a whole lot more accurate than wanting you to disappear forever.”

“I see. I see. A human with the full powers of an angel. That is a fascinating prospect indeed,” Tenebrael said, words speeding up as her excitement visibly grew. “I wonder if it is even possible.”

“Well, I don’t want to explode or anything.”

“No, no. I imagine not.”

Alyssa was a little relieved that Tenebrael wasn’t jumping to test this out right away. It hopefully meant that she was thinking over ways to try this out without this whole exploding thing, which Alyssa was a little concerned about. It was nice that she had mentioned it though. Although she had mentioned it as a way to dissuade Alyssa, it was evidence that Tenebrael wasn’t interested in reaping Alyssa’s soul at the present time.

Which was a minor fear that she still harbored despite all the evidence to the contrary. It was just… angels were so strange. Alyssa wasn’t even sure that they counted as living beings. They were beholden to their programming, didn’t eat, breathe, or multiply. Tenebrael could have been trying to figure out a way to get her killed from the very start that wouldn’t conflict with her rules and she might never know until too late. She had definitely put Alyssa into plenty of dangerous situations.

Healing Alyssa was probably the most obvious sign that she wasn’t actively hostile. And that was basically the only reason that Alyssa had explained her desire to Tenebrael. Outright stating that she wanted the ability to not have to deal with angels interfering in her life had been mildly risky. But now Tenebrael was humming and nodding to herself. She had a smile on.

It was still a little unnerving.

“So,” Alyssa said, deciding to interrupt whatever was going through Tenebrael’s head at this particular moment. “What I need to do to prepare for something like this? More math lessons?”

“Oh certainly. I hope you are prepared, Alyssa Meadows.”

Alyssa grimaced. That sounded an awful lot like what Tenebrael had said during their first encounter, right before the dumb angel transported her to Nod. It was even in the same overly boisterous tone.

Except this time, Tenebrael didn’t continue. She paused, looking a little confused. “Something wrong?”

“I ask what I need to do to prepare then you say that you hope I am prepared. Now I’m feeling less prepared than ever.”

“Oh. No,” Tenebrael said, shaking her head just lightly enough to send ripples of motion down her dark hair. “That’s not what I intended to convey. I mean to say, there is much to prepare for so I hope you are prepared for how much preparation we have ahead of us.”

“And we’ve said prepared so much I feel the word has lost all meaning.”

“Meaningful or not, we shouldn’t rush into this. I want you to demonstrate that you can perfectly control the power that you have now. Then, we’ll try feeding it through your body in a bit more of an intimate manner than the surface-level connection you have. After that… we’ll see how things look. If your body can handle it, maybe we can move forward. If not…” Tenebrael shrugged. “Might have to come up with some other solution.”

“Ignoring the future for now, I feel like I have pretty good control.”

To demonstrate, Alyssa held out both hands, one held above the other. From the higher hand, she created a series of objects. A brass broach. A miniature iron sword. A glass sculpture vaguely resembling the statue that stood watch over Teneville. A marble ball. A bullet and its casing—the gunpowder was hidden inside the brass, but she knew it would be in there if they cracked it open. And so on and so forth.

As each object hit her lower hand, she obliterated them, turning them back into nothing. Once upon a time, she would have had to spend a vast majority of her focus on creating the intricate objects. She would have had to spend another majority of her focus on the obliteration to make sure she wasn’t destroying things that shouldn’t be destroyed, like air and herself. Now, intricate objects rained down and disappeared at the same time. One after another. Whatever came to mind, she created. And what she created, she destroyed.

“That’s very good,” Tenebrael said in the exact tone that said a ‘but’ was coming next. “But creation isn’t the only use of my power. Even if it was, I can’t help but notice that you aren’t creating anything living or even dry wood.” Crossing her arms, Tenebrael said, “Food has caused you trouble in the past as well, correct? Make me a pizza.”

Cringing, the rain of objects came to a stop. Food was still something that turned into leaking globs of goo instead of whatever she was supposed to make. Wood wasn’t easy either. Granted, she hadn’t really tried to make much wood since some of her earlier experiments with creation. If she looked up enough about how plants came to be and maybe a tiny bit about cellular structure, she could probably do it.

But right now?

Tenebrael had asked for a pizza, not wood. So she couldn’t even try the easier of the two without looking like she was fleeing from the challenge.

With how effortlessly she had been creating delicate art that artisans would spend days or even weeks crafting, she felt like she should be able to simply hold out her hands and create a pizza. But a pizza was made up of so much stuff. Dough, tomato sauce, cheese, pepperoni. And that was the most basic of the basics. If she wanted any other toppings, it just got more complicated. She hadn’t been able to make a tomato, let alone tomato sauce. There were tons of stuff that went into making all of those things. Cheese was moldy and stale milk. Milk came from cows, usually, and had to be processed. Dough was flour, yeast, olive oil, sugar, salt… Yeast was a fungus, living organisms. Pizza was probably not the most complicated food out there, but she had a hard time thinking of something quite at that scale.

Maybe the problem was that she was over thinking it far too much. Taking a breath, she decided to just do it.

But not over her bed.

Standing up, Alyssa moved over to the desk. Shooing Tenebrael away, sending her floating off toward the bed, Alyssa closed her eyes to let her concentrate just a little better. Holding out her hands, Alyssa created a pizza.

It was… not a pizza.

The only similarity it had was that it was circular. A puddle of slime an inch thick clung to the wooden surface of her desk. Bits of it dripped off, landing on the stone floor with a disgusting plop. She jumped back, trying to keep it away from her bare feet. It hadn’t actually harmed her hands during the times that she had created it while holding it, but that didn’t mean it wasn’t disgusting. Though now, she had a quick and easy solution to getting rid of it instead of just tossing it all into a bucket.

Alyssa waved her hands over the mess, starting to destroy it. All the while, Tenebrael hovered around, watching without saying anything. It wasn’t until Alyssa finished up completely that she finally stopped her hovering. She crossed her arms, looking on with mild disapproval.

“Do you know what you did wrong?” Tenebrael asked, voice gentle.

“Pizza is complex.”

“Not nearly as complex as a living, breathing human. You made one of those just a short while ago.”

“Yeah, but I spent weeks researching that. I assume I need more information. I can start looking things up. Shall we meet again next week? I’ll have something by then, I’m sure of it.”

“Will you?”

“I… yes?” Although slightly hesitant at Tenebrael questioning her, Alyssa firmed her voice with resolve. “If I research enough, I’m sure I’ll get it right.”

“Mhm…”

“Why? Do you know what I’m doing wrong?”

“I think it is a mental hold up. You’re afraid of making food because you don’t want to put something so strange as something you’ve created yourself into your body.”

“Right.” Alyssa scoffed. “I’m afraid of making food but I was perfectly fine making Companion’s body?”

“You did a great deal of research, as you said yourself. That certainly lessened your fear. Maybe it will help this time, but getting over this fear would probably be a faster way. And yes, it is a fear. Even if you don’t recognize it as such. Wasn’t it you who said that fears aren’t always rational? That applies to subconscious fears twice over.”

Glowering at Tenebrael for throwing her own words back at her, Alyssa huffed. “What even is that stuff anyway?” she said, waving toward the now clean desk. It might have been a fairly transparent attempt at changing the subject, but she was sure that all she needed was more research. After all, she had a hard time making wood too and she wasn’t even considering gnawing on a two-by-four.

But Tenebrael didn’t argue. She simply held out a hand of her own. First, she created a small glass bowl, oddly without verbalizing any intent. Possibly because glass was a simple compound and not nearly as complex as a human body, which was the only thing that Alyssa had actually seen her create in the past. Then she did it again. Without saying a word, she filled the bowl with…

The stuff Alyssa created was a greenish goo, looking an awful lot like a collection of mold or algae that had been growing in a puddle of water for far too long.

Tenebrael’s version of it was much smoother. Opaque, but a consistent opaque, not the mixed sludge that Alyssa had made. “It is a material that doesn’t exist anymore. Not in any significant capacity, anyway. Nothing any mortal would have ever seen. It is a primordial substance, a precursor to all of everything, essentially. Before matter existed as you know it, this was what made up the majority of the universe outside the Throne. Even the Endless Expanse was crafted from this.”

Alyssa first raised an eyebrow, then raised a hand. She slowly moved it toward the bowl of slime, slowly enough that Tenebrael could warn her away if she thought it would be dangerous… but she didn’t move to stop Alyssa. It felt… like slime. There was no other way to describe it. It was cool and slick when she rubbed it between her fingers, but not at all sticky. In fact, pulling her fingers out of it, it all fell away. Very much unlike the goop that Alyssa created—her version clung to her fingers like honey.

“So… what do you use it for? What’s the difference between that and…” Alyssa turned her hand upward and created a small statue of herself, only to immediately obliterate it upon realizing how vain that might be.

Tenebrael barely paid it any mind. To Alyssa’s surprise, she shrugged.

“Don’t know. I doubt even the Seraphim know. While I can make it, I don’t know where to go from here. It is a secret only known to the Throne… as far as I am aware.”

Worthless, then, Alyssa mused to herself. Maybe she would hand some over to Companion and Irulon, but if even Tenebrael didn’t know how to make use of it, they probably didn’t have much chance. Then again, they had managed to do a few things that Tenebrael had found surprising and hadn’t seen before. Tenebrael could probably have done all those things herself, but their ability to surprise her might come to front again.

“So why does that stuff pop up whenever I try to make things that I don’t know anything about?”

“You are creating something. But without a… template? The miracle will switch to its default settings, to use an analogy. Its default settings just happen to be the original material.” With another shrug, both the bowl and the primordial goop that Tenebrael had created vanished. “Want to try again? Conquer your fear?”

“I’m not afraid… I just need more research time.”

“So that is a… no?”

“Next week,” Alyssa said. “Next week, I will create a pizza. And I will eat it right in front of you.”

And if I get horribly, horribly sick, at least Tenebrael will be there to heal me back up.


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045.003

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Remain Calm

Court II


Alyssa did not know why she had been invited to the evening’s meeting. She felt like she should have something more to offer, but when it came down to it, most of the people at the table were absolutely impossible to talk to. They were too set in their views. Even little disagreements about some inane side note were taken as personal attacks. Arguing anything more had seen two people storm off already.

It wasn’t even her doing the arguments. Aside from her introduction, Alyssa could count the number of times she had said anything on one hand. Poor Fela was here and she hadn’t said anything at all—she wasn’t even calling for more food, instead just sitting still and looking like she would rather not be noticed for the time being. Irulon was barely at the table mentally. She had a notebook out, which she constantly wrote in. Someone else at the table might think that she was taking notes or otherwise paying attention to the current speaker—she even looked at whoever was talking as she wrote—but Alyssa was sitting right next to her. She could see what the notebook was.

It was magic research. Of course.

Irulon’s counterpart was doing enough talking to make up for the silence of Alyssa, Fela, and Irulon, however. Kasita wasn’t far behind. Though Alyssa had no idea what they were really arguing for. Especially Companion, who seemed to take up a devil’s advocate stance based on the last thing anyone said. One moment, she would be agreeing with Kasita on one subject only to disagree with her on the next in order to agree with someone else, even disagreeing with an earlier point that she made on occasion.

Given how many people were here that all had their own ideas on how things should be, Alyssa had to wonder if she wasn’t trying to make a point that everyone could agree with at least once. Some ploy to get on their sides or build a small rapport.

Alyssa didn’t think it was working. People like Martin were… basically just Martin’s group. There were a few others, including a surprising round of support from Decorous’ brother, who were interested in lessening some restrictions. Most of those present did not like the idea of change. They didn’t like the idea of losing their slaves or inviting potentially hostile beings into their territory. That was despite Martin’s testimony of the monsters who stopped by his city and how they interacted with the humans around there, and how the humans interacted with the monsters.

The whole meeting was just… exhausting. Alyssa hadn’t even done much and yet she felt like she had run a marathon. Talking and arguing was not her element. If one of these people pulled out a poisoned knife and tried to assassinate the Pharaoh, things would be different. That was something she felt she could intervene in. She wasn’t quite sure how she got to wishing for something dangerous to happen, but that was where she was at in life, apparently.

It was just so much easier to knock down a brick wall than it was to argue with one.

Alyssa took off her sunglasses and rubbed at her eyes. How long is this meeting going to go on, anyway? They hadn’t even talked about monsters for the first few hours, going over other items on the agenda first. Which was probably the smart thing to do as those topics didn’t have nearly as much arguing going on. But this meeting had been going on for twice as long, no progress was being made, and people were growing more exhausted and more irritated the longer things went. At this point, it would probably be better to simply go to each city, tell all the monsters that wanted to leave that there was a haven for them near Illuna, and completely ignore the leaders of the cities.

That would probably cause all kinds of problems for the Pharaoh, but…

What was he doing during all this? Letting his children handle it, mostly. Not even his children, just the First Prince with a little input from Brakkt. Alyssa couldn’t even remember the last time he spoke.

Though at the moment, no one was speaking.

It took Alyssa a second to realize why they were all staring at her. Taking off her glasses, looking around with brightly glowing eyes… it probably looked like she was about to say something.

She hadn’t been, but… with the opportunity presented to her, it would be a shame to waste it.

“Aren’t you all… ashamed of yourselves? Sitting around, squabbling like children.” Though she was only tangentially paying attention, the last thing they had been discussing—if it could be called a discussion—was on the topic of a war between humans and elves, roughly ten years ago. The same war that Guillem had been captured during. “No one is asking you to not defend yourselves. Or even hand over prisoners of war. The last time the Pharaoh spoke, it was to call to attention the idea that peaceful monsters could benefit from and be a benefit for humanity as a whole. Most monsters have desires other than eating humanity’s face off,” she said with a gesture toward Fela and Kasita.

“A few… well-behaved examples are hardly cause to rewrite the law of the land,” one of the louder lords said, hitting his knuckles against the table as if to punctuate his statement. “Those laws are there for good reason.”

“Times change. People change. Monsters change. Laws should change too. You people are so obsessed with a possible threat just because it looks obvious that you aren’t concerned with the real threats facing the world. How often does this group consider the Juno Federation? They—”

“Juno? A threat?” another of the lords said, earning a small laugh from those around him.

Someone on the opposite side of the table, a woman from a house with a banner depicting a perched cat with a thick necklace on, leaned forward. “We defeat the Federation’s pitiful attacks every year. They’ve never made a successful incursion into our lands.”

“Have they not? Can you be so sure?”

“Obviously,” the woman said with a scoff, waving a hand around the room as if that explained everything.

“The Juno Federation attacked twice just a few months ago. They used new tactics.” Tactics that might have worked if not for Alyssa’s presence, though she wasn’t about to toot her own horn right now, feeling that might undermine her point. “They will continue to use new tactics. I wouldn’t be surprised to find out that their yearly battle with the Lyrian guard is just there to fuel a sense of complacency while they’re working to infiltrate on a more subtle level. The Juno Federation is made up of humans. You wouldn’t even notice if that friendly merchant you buy trinkets from was actually spying on you for the Juno Federation. You would never know if your trusted adviser was feeding notes to his far-off superiors from every meeting he attended.

“You focus on Fela because she has giant pillars of flames coming from her eyes. It is easy and obvious to say ‘hey, look at that.’ But Fela doesn’t hate this entire kingdom. She doesn’t want to see it ground into dust. It’s the humans across the desert that want to destroy you.”

Alyssa felt a little strange about throwing a whole other human civilization under the bus in effort to… distract from the actual topic, but the Juno Federation was already at war and already hated Tenebrael worshipers. She didn’t see too much harm in it. Aside from possibly getting Lyria to go to war themselves instead of just defending themselves.

The monsters were much closer to home given that they were already here. Probably, anyway. She might not be wrong about the Juno Federation sending spies, but that really wasn’t the point. Alyssa was mostly trying to get people to see that humans were just as much of threats as the monsters were. Technically more of a threat, given that humans tended to exist in far larger numbers than most types of monsters. And yet, they were wasting all their focus on monsters.

Glancing first toward Kasita then to Companion, Alyssa slowly turned her gaze over the entire table. “You people waste too much time on threats that aren’t actually threats while complacently ignoring actual threats. I’ve no problem with you defending yourselves should monsters attack. But hunting down a small, peaceful farming community of monsters for slaughter and enslavement… Your time is better spent elsewhere.”

The woman looked like she might object again, but a look from Decorous’ brother silenced her.

He leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table. “I do not disagree that monsters can… enter into a mutually beneficial relationship with humanity. Some monsters. However, keeping the monster population low, keeping them manageable, is a necessary if unfortunate task. Take your hellhound, for example. My brother,” he said, waving to Decorous without lifting his elbow, “is quite the accomplished warrior.”

Alyssa suppressed a snort, remembering how he had acted when confronted with a gaunt. Even today, he had been shooting nervous glances to Fela all throughout the meeting. At being called out, those nervous glances only intensified.

“A captain of the guard at his young age,” Valorous continued. “Yet I doubt he would have much success in combat against a hellhound. A monster like that is stronger, faster, more agile than a human. Their sharp claws could casually rend armor and their fur acts as a natural barrier to blades. Yora city guards could fight off a single hellhound with few casualties. But if we allowed a community to form on our borders, how could we deal with ten, fifty, or a hundred of them?”

“Why would you think they would attack?”

Valorous blinked, visible confusion on his face for a moment. It was as if he had never even considered the possibility that a group of monsters wouldn’t attack. They were monsters, after all. It was what they did. They attacked humans. The confusion only lasted a moment before he seemed to get what Alyssa was getting at, but she didn’t let him speak.

“Fela, what do you want right now more than anything?”

“To go back to my room and go to sleep.”

“And after that?”

“Food.”

“And after that?”

“Umm… to… not be invited to any more of these meetings?”

“Yeah. Me too,” Alyssa said softly. A little louder, she said, “There is a hierarchy of needs that all thinking beings have. At the most important, you have things like food, water, space to live, warmth, and rest. Then there is security and safety. Above that, psychological needs such as feelings of belonging and accomplishment. Satisfying these needs significantly lessens the need or desire to… rebel.

“If a family of hellhounds does make their way to Yora’s territory, simply telling them that you are not going to hunt them down and kill them for sleeping out in a nearby forest is probably more than sufficient for them to leave you alone. Illuna went a step further, offering nearby land and implicit protection because of their proximity. Martin and the rest of the humans living in Illuna don’t need to fulfill every need that I listed. The monsters are constructing their own homes and cultivating their own crops. Really, it is just the territory that was important. Any sufficiently large group of monsters can be entirely self sufficient beyond having a place to live where they won’t be murdered.”

Crossing her arms and leaning back, Alyssa kept talking. “I understand that powerful lords and territory owners such as yourselves might view your land as far too precious to part with. But I have ridden through half this country. There are swathes of empty land. Huge areas where nothing lives save perhaps bandits and highwaymen. There is more than enough space on this world for humans and monsters to cohabit. You don’t need to do as Illuna did and offer them a plot of land on your doorstep, though doing so would facilitate trade and any alchemist can tell you that some fingernail shavings from the right monster are worth a roomful of gold. And as for brewing animosity… Martin,” Alyssa said, looking toward the older man. “You’ve walked among the monsters. You visited their town just a few days ago, didn’t you?”

“That’s correct.”

“Did you feel any hostility? Did you ever get the sense that you might be in danger?”

“Can’t say that I did. Everyone was friendly, even happy to see me.”

“And your own people, the humans of Illuna, do they have complaints?”

He didn’t answer quite as fast this time, nodding slowly. “There are a few petitioners. Far fewer than there were weeks ago when the monsters were still living in their camp. Already, it is dying down. The few monsters who chose to stay behind haven’t caused problems one way or another either.”

Nodding, Alyssa looked back to Valorous, point made.

“And when a few dissidents with old grudges start to rally others in an insurrection?”

“Then you will defend yourself with the aid of other monsters. Ones who want to preserve their new way of living. Which, I imagine, will far out number those with grudges.”

“You think monsters will side with humans over other monsters?”

Alyssa simply gestured toward both Kasita and Fela, both of whom had stood by Alyssa’s side in the face of monsters. In Kasita’s case, she had mostly negotiated, but Fela had definitely been ready to attack the oasis monsters should they have proved themselves hostile toward Alyssa. And, of course, nobody liked fairies.

“Well,” Valorous said slowly after looking between the two monsters, “there is certainly much more to consider regarding this topic than can be properly examined without further research. Given that the night has gone on quite long as it is, I request an adjournment for us to gather more information, discuss problems in a less formal environment, and allow the… poor monster its rest.” He nodded toward Fela.

That was, possibly, the most wonderful suggestion that Alyssa had heard all evening. Most others at the table seemed to agree, given the murmurs of agreement that went around.

The Pharaoh nodded. After waiting a brief moment, presumably for anyone to object, he said, “Very well. We shall reconvene at a later date. My son shall get everything ready and alert you all in advance.”

“Thank you all for coming,” the First Prince said, standing. “And for remaining… cordial during this topic of discussion.”

Alyssa had to suppress another scoff. Then again, she didn’t know what other trying topics they usually discussed. For all she knew, this was cordial in a relative manner of speaking. But pleasant company or not, it didn’t matter. I’m finally free.

She was definitely going to talk to the First Prince about not attending any future meetings. Kasita could go in her place and speak for her, if necessary, though she didn’t know why it would be. If one of the great houses was planning on attacking another, or groups of monsters, or even the Pharaoh, then she could step in and blast them down with angelic laser beams. The same was true in reverse, should monsters decide to do something nefarious. With all her power, and with the staff to protect against esoteric things like the Pharaoh’s time magic, it would be easy to simply proclaim herself the living embodiment of Tenebrael. She could easily turn into a tyrannical ruler of the entire world, crushing all dissidence in an attempt to get everyone to cooperate. She could easily just glare at Valorous, tell him to fall in line or be replaced, and have that be that.

But would that be the right thing to do?

It was a philosophical debate. She always hated the two philosophy classes she had taken. They seemed like a bunch of self-important people sitting around discussing concepts without actually doing anything about them. But here and now, Alyssa could theoretically do something about them. A new world order at her fingertips. A few Annihilators here and there would keep people in line.

But even if it was the right thing to do in the short term, if only to keep people from harming each other, Alyssa was still not going to be around forever.

So she didn’t think it was a good idea. Or the right thing to do.

People needed to learn for themselves. Society needed to change on its own. She would certainly step in to stop atrocities from happening in the moment, but real change needed to come from the people.

Probably, anyway. She wasn’t a philosopher.


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045.002

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Remain Calm

Court I


Watching the monstrosity that was The Farmer in action was relieving in a strange sort of way. It certainly presented a terrifying visage, but that was about all it had. In terms of speed, Alyssa was pretty sure that her grandfather would have been able to outrun it with his walker. While it had been extremely quiet for its size during testing, it was quite noisy while threshing and chewing up all the crops it processed. Between that, the pistons thumping, and the treads causing minor earthquakes, it was unlikely that even someone taking a nap in the middle of the field would not wake up with plenty of time to get away.

Probably.

Alyssa would definitely have some words for Jason later about having a small team do a sweep of the fields ahead of their machine harvesting everything. Or some other precautions.

Despite the elderly speed at which it moved, The Farmer did work. It did a lot of work at that. The speed was enough that it kept the conveyor belts loaded, but not fast enough to overload them. Which likely meant that the speed was not its top speed and had been chosen specifically for optimal reaping. It had been twenty minutes and a huge swath of the field had been cleared and processed already.

Taking her eyes off the wondrous machine, Alyssa glanced about at the crowd of onlookers. They were all standing a healthy distance away, though she did note that several people were much further away than they had been before, as if the thing would suddenly turn around and advance toward them.

The event was attended by a gaggle of onlookers, both wealthy merchants and nobles who might be interested in such technologies as well was a much larger crowd of less wealthy individuals. The latter were largely those who would normally have been working these fields instead of The Farmer. It made her wonder if there would be protests about losing their jobs to robots. The Farmer was crewed by only six people and was doing the work of about forty to sixty, just in terms of reaping the field. Another few dozen for all the extra processing work and it might be totaling out at a good hundred people…

None of the peasantry seemed upset at the moment, however. Perhaps they hadn’t realized the implications of such a machine and what it might mean for a few more of them to be built just yet and were too enamored by its appearance to think. But that would be something for Jason to deal with. And possibly the Pharaoh. Progress had to be made. They might reeducate in the fields of engineering—such a device could hardly be maintained by only Jason and Guillem, even with the small team they had put together; more machines would mean more engineers would be required—or they could be hired to simply scout ahead of the machine and look for dangers such as rocks, poor terrain that wouldn’t support the thing, and, especially, people. Which brought things back around to her initial intention to warn Jason not to run over any poor kids playing in the field.

As for the merchants and nobles, reactions were harder to judge. The nobles were especially trained at hiding their expressions. Decorous was present, stony faced, with his brother. Alyssa had seen both of them at the feast. Martin and both his son and granddaughter were here as well, making good use of the portal between Illuna and Lyria. There were a few other faces that Alyssa recognized from the feast. None who she actually recognized. Some seemed excited. Others, like Decorous, were obviously not. Whether that was a racist thing, or because they had actually considered the ramifications of such a device, was something that she suspected would come out during the meeting this evening.

Brakkt, at Alyssa’s side, was one of the ones who didn’t actually look that happy or excited. Which Alyssa had expected given that they had talked about The Farmer over some drinks the night before. He wasn’t going to try to obstruct the invention of such devices or impede technological progress. It was just that the device somewhat offended his sensibilities. He was a man who believed in self-sustainability. Everyone should be able to hunt and farm for themselves, even if they didn’t do it all the time. It was one of the reasons he didn’t particularly like most nobles or much of the merchant class.

“That thing is going to kill a lot of people.”

Alyssa glanced to her other side, where her mother was looking on in obvious disapproval next to Companion. Lisa, along with Oz, Lumen, and Catal, all arrived just yesterday morning. Apparently. Alyssa hadn’t even found out until Lumen Messaged her later in the evening. There had been a mild incident on the way involving a few bandits, but nothing the four of them had been worried about. The bandits had not recognized Lumen as an arcanist and were taken by surprise when the laser beams started flying. Further details were less than forthcoming, making Alyssa a little worried, but her mother hadn’t been harmed, so she wasn’t too concerned.

As for her mother’s concerns about The Farmer… “I’m already going to talk to Jason about making sure the field is clear before running this thing.”

“Not just that. The thing has no guard rails. All the moving parts are exposed. The entire thing looks unstable, like it will shake itself apart. Someone is going to stretch an arm in the wrong direction, reach for a fallen item, or just straight up fall off and into the grinder.”

“Oh.” Alyssa looked back to The Farmer. Her mother was… probably right about that. She hadn’t even considered how much danger those who operated the device were in. And all the engineers who had to perform maintenance. Had there been any incidents during the construction that Jason and Guillem had neglected to mention?

Very possibly.

Now she had even more to ask about. But that would have to be another time. Alyssa had a few things she wanted to get ready for the meeting. She wasn’t going to have a presentation or anything, but there were a few notes she wanted to make. Mostly, she was expecting to listen to a bunch of old men arguing and complaining. She wished there was someone like Volta in Lyria. A monster who knew all the monster secrets that were surely in a city like this. Kasita was close, but not quite there.

She technically could ask Volta to come over, but that would reveal that a doppelganger was acting as a human, advising a human, and otherwise appearing as if a monster might be trying to usurp human land. Especially with Volta being from the city that just granted territory to a group of monsters. Besides that, she was less interested in Volta’s position in comparison to the knowledge of pockets of monsters within the city that operated in a manner similar to Guillem. Public or not.

Guillem was, essentially, a business owner. A monster business owner who provided a service for the community. Sure, she was technically a slave. Few actually believed that. Those who did were quickly being debased of that opinion. The actual owner of the smithy had shown himself for today’s event. He was a portly man, one with a beer gut and not simply fat. It was quite obvious that, while he might not be as bewildered as some of the other onlookers, he didn’t know much more than them. Several people had gone up to him to with congratulations or to ask a few questions. No matter what was said to him, all he said in return was that Guillem would be around to answer everything once the demonstration was over.

“Aside from the dangers, what do you think of it?” Alyssa asked her mother.

“Too big. Too impractical. Likely too expensive. Modern technology could make something like this, but doesn’t. Or rather, there are machines that can do at least most of what this does, but smaller and less…” She just waved her hands toward everything.

“Yeah. I get that. But as a machine, it is impressive. Imagine what else they can come up with. And elves are generally known for their engineering skills. Imagine if there were a dozen Guillems all running around, helping to share their expertise with humans…”

“I’m having nightmares already.”

Alyssa gave her mother a bit of a flat look.

The demonstration went on for a few hours. Not everyone stuck around for the entire thing. Once someone had seen a half hour of The Farmer work, they had seen hours of it working. The main reason it kept going was to show just how quickly it could clear out the entire field. Which it did well.

At least, Alyssa assumed it would finish its job. She headed back to the palace with Brakkt and Companion after only a about half the field got done.

Court for the day would apparently be held in the great hall. It was already in session by the time that Alyssa arrived, though the meeting portion wasn’t to be until later. At the moment, it was just the Pharaoh, the First Prince, and a few advisers. A whole variety of people came in who would state their petitions, concerns, or simply matters that needed to be brought to attention. It was, apparently, a common event to be held after a feast.

Alyssa had to wonder about the timing of holding open court. Looking at the majority of petitioners, she assumed that lots of them had been the ones to receive the trencher bread. If they were really poor and couldn’t afford food most of the time, having their bellies filled with meat juice-soaked bread probably helped… lessen their grievances.

To their credit, neither the prince nor the Pharaoh looked bored or dismissive of the matters brought before them. The First Prince held his posture forward, obviously attentive. The Pharaoh had his shoulders back against the tall throne, but it wasn’t a slouching posture. He would frequently nod and even ask questions. When one peasant—though Alyssa really didn’t like the connotations that term implied, it was what they were—brought forth the claim that water quality was extremely poor in some southern housing district, the First Prince immediately summoned up a small team of investigators to go out and take a look at the problem for themselves. They were to report back and advise on possible solutions, assuming there was an actual problem to begin with and not just someone tasting funny water for an unrelated reason.

It wouldn’t be fixed today, but they were definitely taking the matter seriously.

Alyssa sat around and watched while making a few notes for the later meeting, more out of curiosity than necessity. For all she associated with the royal family, she really didn’t know that much about the kingdom or how it was run aside from the very basics. Hearing people come in and talk about how rats got into a storehouse and ate all the grain or the wealthy neighbors kept dumping their waste around the poorer streets didn’t really help her get a big picture of it all. In fact, it seemed strange that peasants would come all the way to the Pharaoh with those problems instead of the captain of a local guard house.

Which probably meant that, despite how seriously the Pharaoh and the First Prince were addressing the problems, it was all mostly for show. A placation and appeasement. Especially because she had insider information that a real meeting would take place afterward with all the important members of society. Alyssa wasn’t sure how she felt about that. Sure, the peasants had concerns and they were being addressed, but it felt… disingenuous when taken in that light?

Later, she might ask Brakkt about that. Though she was already interfering plenty in Lyria’s government, mostly completely unintentionally. Changing more of what worked was probably unnecessary. Especially because no one had brought forth any serious claims. Though she supposed such people could be screened and suppressed, she had been around enough to know that they likely weren’t doing that.

It wasn’t long before the open court came to an end.

The stream of petitioners had thinned out in the last hour. The guards eventually closed the doors, signifying that the open court had come to an end. The meeting the Pharaoh wanted Alyssa to attend did not start up right away. There was a break of a good hour, during which the Pharaoh, his son, and the advisers all headed out to get freshened up or meet with each other about the petitioners’ requests.

Although he had said that it wouldn’t be a feast, there was going to be food and Alyssa doubted that it would be significantly less grandiose than the meal she had eaten the other night.

The arrangement was different. They weren’t using all the tables in the great hall. Rather, they disassembled the tables of the great houses so that they might reassemble them into one moderately large table in the center of the room. There were going to be fewer people at tonight’s meeting than there were at the feast the other night and they all needed to be close enough to hear each other talk.

Sure enough, servants started setting out those same bread trenchers again once the table was assembled. Alyssa was a bit embarrassed to say that she didn’t recognize all the servants running about. She shouldn’t be expected to recognize all of them, but one of them, upon noticing her sitting off to the side, brought over a goblet of mulled wine.

She accepted the one, but told him that she would be only be drinking water for the rest of the night. No matter what she asked for later.

People started trickling in shortly after. There was little formality to it all. Everyone was wearing their finest suits, but there was no order to their arrival. Decorous and his brother walked in together. Martin and his son arrived without any fanfare. Others came who Alyssa might have been able to put a name to if she was really trying, but it seemed like far too much effort. Especially when she didn’t really need to figure out their names. They sat around the large table in such a way that their backs were to the giant flags of the great houses. If she were to sit right in the empty space at the center of the circular table, she would be able to look around and see the exact dividing lines of everyone’s houses.

For her part, Alyssa wound up directed by Brakkt to sit next to him, with Irulon a seat away. Irulon apparently did not often attend these kinds of things. Neither did Brakkt, for that matter. But today, they both had some expertise with monsters and were, therefore, relevant to the topics on the table for discussion.

The Pharaoh eventually walked back in, surprisingly being the last person to arrive. He didn’t take his seat, choosing to stand for at least the early part of the meeting.

He addressed the gathered group, thanked them for coming, laid out a series of topics that they had planned for discussion, asked if anyone had additional matters they wanted brought to attention, and generally acted like this was a completely routine meeting. Right up until he introduced the evening’s guests.

“Many of you are aware already of the hellhound who has been working with the plague containment team, Fela,” he said, waving a hand toward the indicated monster before moving on. “Kasita is a mimic that has been operating in the city for quite some time, assisting in fending off assaults by the Juno Federation among other things. Companion is the name chosen by a dragon now inhabiting the mostly human body you see before you.” There was a great deal of murmuring about that, but the Pharaoh ignored it, moving on. “Finally, we have Alyssa.”

“And what kind of monster is she?” someone blurted out when the Pharaoh didn’t offer any further explanation for her presence. Alyssa didn’t recognize them, though they sat with their backs to a banner covered in green filigree, decorated with the iconography of a lion.

“I’m not a monster,” Alyssa said, more on reflex than actual irritation.

“She’s the one who created the body in which the dragon now resides, mediated a peace agreement between a large group of monsters and the city of Illuna, among other things such as closing the pit at Owlcroft and destroying a Juno outpost near our borders with the assistance of my daughter.”

Murmurs started up again, though Decorous and his brother as well as Martin and his son were notably not among those chatting with varying levels of discontent. “Created a body?” one voice said a little louder than the rest.

Alyssa decided to use the opportunity to put the discussion to rest. They weren’t here to talk about her. “I can create anything I can imagine,” she said, which might have been a slight exaggeration. Lots of things still turned into those leaking balls of sludge. But to these people, she didn’t need to experiment on anything, just produce a demonstration. So she just waved her hands over the table and created a number of small statuettes. A little figure of Brakkt, one of Irulon, the Pharaoh, Kasita and Fela, and finally Companion. Each were made from different materials. The Pharaoh got gold, Irulon was onyx, Kasita and Fela were marble, Companion was a turquoise jade, and Brakkt appeared in his full armor, except in silver. She thought the Black Prince having the look of a knight in shining armor was mildly amusing, even if no one else was smiling at the little statue.

She intended for the figurines to be handed out so that people could look at them and see that they were real, not an illusion. But her lack of spell card usage was apparently the catalyst for another round of much louder murmuring.

The Pharaoh did not silence it right away either. He plucked his own statuette off the table, looked at it for a moment, then… it disappeared. He didn’t move his hands toward his pockets, but the figurine still vanished. Alyssa had a feeling that it went to the same place that he pulled his spell cards from. But after that, he cleared his throat. The murmuring died down instantly. The Pharaoh wasn’t the kind of man who had to speak loudly to get attention.

Surprisingly, the first topic was not related to monsters. The agenda started out with issues in the great houses’ territories. Two of the houses had not attended, still protesting the Pharaoh’s decision to incorporate monsters into human daily lives. But the others all aired their grievances in much the same manner as the peasants from earlier.

Though their grievances were on a bit of a different scale. Trade disputes, territorial claim disagreements, poor crop growth, and so on and so forth. It wasn’t for a good two hours, well after she had finished eating, that the topic finally switched over to monsters.

“It has been demonstrated that monsters have a great deal to offer humanity.”

And the arguing began in earnest.


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045.001

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Remain Calm

A Harsh Mistress


“I think I understand,” Alyssa said as she scribbled a few notes into a fresh notebook.

Tenebrael, after waiting a moment, tilted her head to one side. “But..?”

“No. No buts. I understand.” Leaning back at her desk, Alyssa held out her hand to try to put what she had learned into actual use. Going from theory to practice was always a challenge. But this…

Closing her eyes, she took a breath and concentrated. An angel, she now suspected, was something along the lines of a super computer. It had been almost sarcastic or joking when, in the past, she had referred to Tenebrael’s rules as programming. Now, she was pretty sure that it was more literal than not. But because they were super computers, they were beings capable of… computing. All those mathematics lessons and instant calculations came easy to them because that was what they had been designed to do. They saw every aspect of the world in terms of numbers and equations.

Alyssa was not a super computer. She wasn’t even a non-super computer. She was just a pathetic creature of meat and bone. Some humans might think that they can do all kinds of amazing calculations in their heads, but surely nothing on the level of a computer. Humans, however, were amazing at pattern recognition. Especially in abstract patterns. Could Tenebrael perform amazing feats of pattern recognition? Probably, but she was a super-super computer. And what Tenebrael could and could not do wasn’t actually the point behind any of Alyssa’s learning.

It was all about what Alyssa could do. Realizing that had given Alyssa a few keys. Angelic magic worked off understanding. The exact form the understanding took didn’t seem to matter, as long as large components were understood. For an angel, that was mathematical understanding.

For Alyssa, that meant patterns.

There were six main theories of pattern recognition: template matching, prototype-matching, feature analysis, recognition-by-components, vertical processing, and something called Fourier analysis. The latter theory involved a good deal of math, so Alyssa had been mostly ignoring it, but the rest all made basic sense.

Human bodies were made up of patterns. Although she hadn’t understood what she had been doing at the time, in retrospect, Alyssa could easily fit a human body into each of the theories. Or parts of it, at least. Every human body was roughly the same, template matching. The differences between individual humans came into play with prototype matching and feature analysis. Component recognition, top-down processing and bottom-up processing had all been used in making alterations to the human body. From the scales that Companion possessed to the wings Alyssa had tried to give her and even the paint applied for the ritual.

Even when creating other things, things that she had gone and looked up molecules for, that was all just a pattern repeated over and over again for a single material. Manufacturing information was a pattern. Everything was a pattern.

While she had been doing all that unconsciously and unknowingly, with understanding came greater ability. She was pretty sure that she would be able to create a body with completely functional wings now. Though, unfortunately, she also understood physics to a greater extent. An average human body would need wings to be a good three times bigger than the human… and what would make them way too heavy to actually work as proper wings. Harpies, though human in appearance, likely had several variations to their physiology to allow them to fly. Lighter bones, less muscle mass, no fat, and so on. Although Companion hadn’t said that a dragon’s flight was magic, Alyssa couldn’t see any other way that they might be able to fly.

Tenebrael’s wings were just for show. Or maybe they were antennae connected to the Throne given that more powerful angels had more wings. Either way, they didn’t assist in her flight.

But Alyssa wasn’t trying to make a body with wings. Or any body at all, for that matter.

The fingernails on Alyssa’s outstretched hand turned dark as magic pulsed through it. A mystic circle formed, stretched between her fingers. Her eyes were closed, but she still knew what was happening. No marbles spouted from her hand. Nor did any other creation form.

Alyssa felt herself… drift. Not the same drifting that she underwent when connecting with Tenebrael. This was a physical drift. Her arms no longer needed her muscles to keep them up in the air. The pressure of the chair against her back lessened until she couldn’t feel it at all. She drifted through the air. Slowly and carefully, Alyssa kept her control in check.

Her arm tapped against something hard. Soon enough, the rest of her body pressed up against that same thing. It was smooth, cold to the touch, and quite a bit more rough than the floor was.

As Alyssa got to her feet, she opened her eyes.

An upside-down Tenebrael stared at her.

“Seems you did understand,” Tenebrael said with a… pattern recognition broke a little when looking at a human face upside down, so it took an extra moment to realize that she was grinning.

The rest of the room was all down on the floor. The desk, the bed, the blankets… it all looked like someone had glued it to the ceiling. But in actuality, Alyssa stood upright on the ceiling, feeling no different than she did when standing around normally. Even her hair fell down around her shoulders like it normally would, instead of falling toward the actual floor.

She wasn’t just floating. Gravity itself now worked according to her desires.

The mystic circle slowly spun in her still open palm.

Alyssa’s stomach clenched as she fully realized just what she had done. Her room, a formerly vacant room for children of the Pharaoh, wasn’t that large. A square ten paces from end to end. The ceiling was smooth and slightly curved with a potion-based chandelier hanging from the center of it—which was currently an outstretched arm away from Alyssa. The whole thing was maybe twelve feet off the ground. Less. With Alyssa standing on the ceiling, half that height was basically gone from her perspective.

Knees shaking, Alyssa crouched down, getting closer to the ceiling. It made the floor even further away, but by ducking, her head wouldn’t be the first thing to hit the ground. She would have tried a hand stand, but that seemed even more dangerous. And if it broke the mystic circle in her right hand…

“Tenebrael… help.”

“Help? Help with what?”

“Help me down!”

“Just undo what you did. Gravity will do the rest once you let it affect you the right way again. I thought you understood?”

Alyssa slowly inched across the ceiling. Her bed wasn’t far away. Beds in this world weren’t nearly as… good as they were on Earth, but the blankets might provide some cushioning if she fell. For a moment, she considered filling her entire room with plastic balls like a restaurant ball pit, but feared that doing so might interfere with the only thing keeping her from falling several feet in the first place.

“Tenebrael!”

“Alright, alright,” the dumb angel said with an exaggerated roll of her eyes. She drifted upward and held out her arms. “I’ve got you, just annul the miracle.”

Alyssa reached out, gripping the angel’s shoulder just to confirm to herself that there was something solid about to catch her. Feeling Tenebrael’s arms up against her back, she took a breath. Then another breath. Then another.

“I do have souls to collect sometime today.”

With one more breath, Alyssa clenched her fist, destroying the mystic circle.

Her stomach did ten flips as gravity realized it had been cheated and grabbed onto her. The fall only lasted an inch before Tenebrael took over, lowering her gently to the bed beneath them. Despite feeling the proper floor beneath her now, Alyssa still maintained an ironclad grip of both arms around Tenebrael’s neck. Only when Tenebrael patted her back did she finally start to relax.

“You’ve been up higher than that before without this big of a panic,” Tenebrael said with mild admonishment. “I mean, this whole room is right up near the top of the palace.”

“Ugh. Don’t remind me,” Alyssa said, slowly getting her composure back. “They don’t call it an irrational fear because its easy to rationalize away. I just pictured what might happen if I did that while outside and you weren’t around…”

“Well, yes. Probably avoid that until you can control it better, I guess.”

“Nope. No more messing with gravity. It is a fundamental force of nature and one that shouldn’t be disturbed. If I need to get somewhere high, I’ll just conjure up a staircase.”

“Couldn’t you conjure up a parachute?”

“What if I can’t? What if I forget how? I don’t know how to pack a parachute in the first place.”

“You have a phone.”

Alyssa opened her mouth, stopped, and closed it again with a flat look. “You know what?” she said after a moment. “I’m a bit too on edge right now to continue. How about we pick this up again tomorrow?”

Tenebrael let out a soft chuckle. “If you insist.”

Closing her eyes with a long sigh, Alyssa was about to say that she did insist. Only to realize that it would be a waste of breath. Opening her eyes, Tenebrael was gone. There were just a few feathers floating through the air.

“Figures,” Alyssa said instead, flopping back on her bed for an few moments of relaxation. Even despite the sudden paranoia that the magic might fail at the worst possible time, she was making progress. She wasn’t quite sure what she was making progress toward. Maybe a way to fend off angels. Tenebrael’s power might not be able to do that, especially if any higher ranked angels showed up, but it probably didn’t need to. When Alyssa had first started this whole thing, Tenebrael mentioned that connecting to her was merely a stepping stone to connecting to the Throne itself in the same way that angels were connected to it.

If she could manage that, she could probably manage to keep herself safe from any angelic interference.

Though…

That had been her goal once upon a time. To get angels off her back and get back to Earth. But…

Nod had grown on her. Sure, it was technologically deficient. That could change with time and magic. And Jason, as long as he was allowed to work with Guillem. Though… their machine did inspire some amount of trepidation regarding future work they might pursue together.

Still, Alyssa wanted to see her father and brother again. And if her mother wanted to go back, then she would still have to do all this. But if it was just her… she thought she might not mind just hanging around the place.

That wasn’t going to stop her from learning as much as she could. As long as there were cosmic beings that could screw with her at a whim, she would try to get stronger and stronger to at least be left alone. Manipulating the fabric of reality was just a handy side bonus.

With all the adrenaline out of her system, Alyssa decided to check in on Companion. The dumb dragon wound up tearing her body apart the day before and clearly needed some amount of supervision. She was also likely the only person in the palace that Alyssa cared to talk to at the moment. Irulon was off at the Observatorium as she had been nearly every day since they returned to Lyria. Kasita got it in her head that offering her abilities to spy and infiltrate would be a good idea; Oxart was apparently putting her to good use with some of the more suspicious of the great houses. Although demonic activity was at an all-time low, there were still concerns that plenty of plague incidents had gone unnoticed during Fela’s stay in Illuna, so she was working with the plague containment team once again.

Brakkt was still in Illuna, but he should be back for the night… which Alyssa would be lying if she said she wasn’t looking forward to. But that wouldn’t be until later.

So Companion it was…

“Ah. Alyssa. Just who I was on my way to see.”

Until a certain someone intercepted her on the way to Irulon’s floor. It was only one flight of stairs up and she had taken the servant’s passage, so Alyssa couldn’t view the Pharaoh’s presence as anything but intentional despite the casual way he greeted her.

“I often take the servant passages when I wish to avoid notice. They might see me, but they won’t tell anyone.”

“I didn’t ask.”

“Hm.” His eyes glinted in the dark stairwell. There was no light for them to catch, but they still glowed a faint gold-violet color. Of course, now knowing a few spells that might achieve that effect, Alyssa couldn’t help but feel like some of the magic had been taken out of his imposing stature… in a figurative sense. There was obviously literal magic in his eyes. “There will be a meeting in two days. I would like for you to be in attendance.”

“Uh… why?”

“I will ask for you to give an accounting of your experiences with various monsters. And the viability of humans working with monsters to achieve specific goals.”

“Specific goals? Like what?”

“That is what I hope for you to bring to the table.”

“Hmm…” Talking in a narrow staircase was a bit awkward. Alyssa couldn’t easily step away from the Pharaoh. Given how suddenly he had appeared around the narrow curve of the spiral stairs, he was quite close as it was. “I guess I can come,” she said, more hoping that agreeing would get her some space. Then an idea popped into her head. “Two days from now? I assume in the evening?”

“That would be correct. There will be a meal served, but it will not be a great feast, so do not fret.”

“I wasn’t…” Alyssa shook her head. “I was going to ask if it would be possible to meet earlier in the day.”

“You have arrangements in the evening?”

“No. But there is a demonstration going on earlier in the day that might be relevant to the meeting. We don’t have to sit around and talk about it until later in the evening if you want, but an elf and a human have been working together—”

“The Farmer. Yes…” He pinched the bearded tip of his chin between his thumb and forefinger. “I am aware of its existence. Several attendees of this meeting will be observing the demonstration, which is why the meeting will be held later in the evening.”

“Oh. You’re already… Well, whatever. I can be there then.”

“Excellent. I will send a servant with further information tomorrow morning. Will that suffice?”

“Sure?”

With a nod of his head, the Pharaoh slipped past Alyssa with far more grace than should have been allowed in the tight servant stairwell. He continued on downward without any further acknowledgment of her presence. Strange, but she shrugged and decided to not worry over it. Once upon a time, she had worried over the Pharaoh attacking her randomly, probably because of how their initial meeting went, but she was far less concerned about that now. He wasn’t a bad guy… just… overprotective? In his own way.

Even going so far as to keep a demoniacally infected Octavia around. Who Alyssa still had yet to encounter. Following Brakkt’s advice, Alyssa had not even attempted to seek her or Tzheitza out. They didn’t come up to these floors at all and Alyssa had only rarely ventured down from the palace to where she might chance across them.

And she was unlikely to find either of them up on Irulon’s floor.

Companion’s room in what was once Irulon’s laboratory was quite sterile. She had books, but they were all taken from Irulon’s room. That was about it. There was a bed, one rather simple in comparison to either Irulon or Brakkt’s beds, and a desk and a chair.

“You want me to create a pile of gold coins for you to sleep on?” Alyssa asked as she stepped through the already open door.

Looking up from Adrael’s golden staff, Companion turned like she couldn’t move her neck in the slightest. Her entire body shifted from her waist up, keeping her shoulders stiff. “That sounds like it would be quite uncomfortable. This body is sore enough as it is currently.”

“It was a joke,” Alyssa said with a half sigh.

“Ah. I must have missed that. Sorry.”

“No, it’s… Dragons on Earth are said to love to sleep on piles of wealth that they hoard.”

The rings in her eyes spun up for just a brief moment before returning to a passive, languid pace. “I was under the impression that you didn’t have monsters on Earth.”

“Myths.”

“Ah.”

“Anyway,” Alyssa said with a little force. “How are you feeling?”

“Like I never want to move this body again.” As she spoke, Companion barely moved more than her lips.

“You aren’t still tearing your body, are you?”

Despite her comment, Companion stretched her arm out and started waving it back and forth. “No tears,” she said, “but it makes my muscles… sore? I think that is the proper term.”

Closing her eyes, Alyssa did a quick check of Companion’s soul. People near death had that status reflected in their soul. But even with the oddities involved with Companion and Irulon, everything looked mostly normal. “You’re lucky your strength breath didn’t make your heart explode. That’s a muscle too, you know.”

“So you’ve mentioned every time we have talked since then.”

With another sigh, Alyssa just shook her head in exasperation. Companion just seemed so unconcerned. It was probably something about being a dragon. If it wasn’t a problem, then it wasn’t worth thinking about… or something like that.

“How did your luncheon with your attackers go? You did invite them, right?”

“Amicably.”

Alyssa raised an eyebrow. “Really?”

“No.” Companion turned away. Her entire upper body shifted so that she could lean over the table that had the staff on it. “I’m confident that they wished to assault me again, but were restrained by the threat of being in the palace. Even though no guards attended our meal, the mere thought that they were on the other side of any given door made them stiff and unwilling to do much aside from ingest the offered meal and flee immediately after.”

“Well, you can’t win them all.”

“I will be able to. I just need to think more on the topic. Learn more about humans in general. I couldn’t have known how I would end up at the time, but I can’t help but regret being so passive while with Irulon. I could have learned so much, but I mostly just sat back and observed without cognitive thinking unless Irulon directly addressed me.”

“You’ve got plenty of time to figure things out.”

“Perhaps…”

“If it helps, my world has done tons of studies of humans. Anthropology and psychology are two entire fields with millions of experts all dedicated to studying how humans live and why they act the way they do. I’m sure you could pull up a million resources on my phone.”

“You would allow me to use it?”

“Sure,” Alyssa said, pulling it out of her pocket. It was indestructible and she could call it back to herself whenever she wanted, so there was no danger in lending it out. “Though I reserve the right to take it back should I need to look something up. I do have my research to delve into after all.”

“Of course. I understand. I have several projects to work on should you require its use.”

“Here,” Alyssa said, sitting down on the same table that had the staff on top. “Let me show you how to use it…”


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044.001

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Interlude

Companion


Projects represented time expenditure. The more projects there were, the more time needed to be spent. Even a simple and tiny project could take up a large portion of any individual day. Adding new projects always represented an investment of time.

Unless one was the Pharaoh, that time investment generally did not see a return in the form of additional time. Even if completing one project would save time on another project, it didn’t give that time back.

The being currently referring to itself as Companion had run out of time twice before. The first time, it had hardly had a concept of time. A dragon’s body was one of near perpetual hibernation. An existence entirely unsustainable in the modern era. Legends told of a time before the collapse of the First City when dragons weren’t the fallen species that they were today. Of a time when they might have been awake far more often, sustaining themselves on magic more than matter. It seemed logical that there was some truth to such legends, for Companion could not imagine dragons as they were today forming naturally. There was just no point to it.

So its time had run out before even knowing what time really meant. Of course, there hadn’t been any projects back then. Just slumber occasionally broken up by brief flashes of consciousness.

Brakkt and Irulon, working together, had changed all that.

Everything flipped on its head.

Consciousness was the predominant state of being after that point in time. There were brief moments of emptiness, but those passed by without any thought to them. It was a time of learning, of discovery, and of projects. Most of which had not been of Companion’s design. Serving more as an often-ignored adviser to Irulon was still far more fascinating moment of existence than anything Companion had experienced before. Learning the value of projects, of time management, and of time itself…

Separating from Irulon was, in retrospect, simply the next logical step on the progression of further self-improvement. Both for Companion and for Irulon. The latter had grown far too accustomed to the former, relying on Companion to the point of hindering her own self-actualization. Companion, meanwhile, would have been content staying with Irulon, but that was really only because it hadn’t yet fully grasped the concept of autonomy.

Able to move for itself, think for itself, and act on its own? All without the crippling body of a true dragon? An unbelievable change in situation.

Although, Companion wondered to itself, I might have started too many projects.

Companion stood in its private room, which had once been Irulon’s laboratory. Since she wasn’t currently running experiments on recently deceased bodies for her Toymaker projects, Irulon had offered it to Companion as a more permanent living space. With some help from Alyssa, it even had a rather homely touch. There was a bed, a bookcase, a bath set into what had once been a secret room, and a rather nice desk for it to use to organize its projects.

At the moment, that organization was… not organized at at all. There were stacks of papers, books, and more papers. One wall was less a wall and more a permanent window into alternate worlds. Mostly the Endless Expanse. Companion had considered trying for some of those darkened panels that Alyssa had mentioned, simply for the sake of completeness. Knowing that a true demon had used them to teleport around was less a concern than adding on yet another project.

The Pharaoh wanted Companion to read through a good hundred tomes, all as thick as Brakkt’s arms. Irulon had read through most of them before, if not all of them, but that had been before their joining. Her memory recall from before then was less than perfect. Companion still kept getting a strange sense of having read everything before.

A man-at-arms, who went by the name of Devorik, was taking a few hours out of his days to instruct Companion in the ways of more martial combat. A field that Irulon had always neglected, even despite Companion’s advice. Using spell cards was well and good, but they could be exhausted. Barring extra time between need to replenish them, arcanists would be little better than whelplings running around a battlefield. Brakkt could use both swords and spells. Companion would as well, thanks to recruiting the palace’s premier sword fighter.

The Rank Seven spell card creation project was well under way, though it had hit something of a road block at the moment. The Observatorium had long theorized such things, but most actual uses turned out poorly for the caster, resulting in the topic becoming unofficial anathema. Companion was having to start mostly from scratch. Especially because, unlike Alyssa, it couldn’t just walk right into the Observatorium. The protections that kept riff-raff out also kept Companion out and there was some contention regarding admittance of someone with such monstrous features. It was highly illegal to allow monsters access to human magic, after all. The Pharaoh was not willing to rescind that particular decree at the current time.

Companion had a feeling that he was not too interested in having someone run around with powerful magic that he couldn’t cast. A dragon and Alyssa were likely the only two who would be able to make use of a Rank Seven spell.

Learning Time magic had stalled for much the same reason. The Pharaoh seemed a bit jealous of his position of power.

As a bit of good news, the friendship-with-Alyssa project was progressing. Given the other woman’s abilities to manipulate the world around her and, likely, reality itself, keeping in her good graces was an extremely high value project. It was simultaneously one of the more time consuming and less time consuming projects that Companion had on the table. Less time consuming because, thanks to her relation with Irulon, Companion and Alyssa shared a connection already. More time consuming because Companion didn’t really know what it required to progress beyond some vague notions of how relationships worked. Dragons had no such… concerns and therefore knew very little of how someone should interact with someone else. Irulon didn’t provide much help there as Companion’s companion really only had a superficial understanding of her own.

There were, surprisingly, not many books on the subject. At least not that Companion had been able to find in the palace library.

There were another few dozen projects, some of which were still only in Companion’s head. Most of which were far smaller yet no less time consuming than the aforementioned projects. Yes. This was definitely a skill that Irulon had not taught. Irulon had always done the managing of projects on her own. She decided which tasks they would undertake during any given day. With autonomy came a need to learn to properly manage time. Which was a project all on its own.

Standing, Companion turned away from the array of projects on the table and decided to go for a walk. It was something that other humans did. While bonded with Irulon and even since separating, Companion had noted the phenomenon of needing to clear one’s head. Irulon rarely did such a thing, but Irulon was a lot more practiced at being human than Companion was. Having a mostly human body, it stood to reason that such a thing might help here as well.

Stopping first at Irulon’s room, Companion found it empty. Mostly. Tess was around, tidying up the bed. The servant pointedly ignored Companion’s presence and, judging by previous interactions, would continue to do so unless directly addressed. It being early afternoon, Irulon had likely ventured down to the Observatorium. She had been spending a decent amount of time there, trying to research how the development of spell cards came about, how ritual circles had been compressed down to a design that would fit on a small card, in the hopes that the past might inform her future needs of changing how spells were cast once again.

A quick glance through their link proved that Companion’s suspicion was correct.

Companion’s next stop was a floor down. Normally, the floor and the next few below it were something of a nursery. Human whelplings, spawn of the Pharaoh, tended to use those floors until they could care for themselves. They would sometimes use those floors even after they could care for themselves. However the Pharaoh’s spawn managed their lives wasn’t of interest to Companion, not at the moment. Alyssa had taken up residence on the uppermost floor, and was Companion’s current target. Yet, upon knocking on the door, Companion found itself greeted with nothing but silence.

Alyssa tended to not sleep in this late, so she must have been out as well. Knowing Alyssa’s habits less well than Irulon’s, Companion couldn’t guess at where she might have gone.

Brakkt was in Illuna. Technically, Companion could get there without much trouble thanks to the portal, but then there would be the problem of finding him. A Message would help, but without knowing what, exactly, the point was behind taking a walk like this, Companion wasn’t sure what to say. Thinking for a minute that talking to the Pharaoh would be next on the hierarchy of people to visit almost had it moving back up the stairs.

But the Pharaoh had said to not speak with him again until after accomplishing the task of reading the history books.

Considering reading for a moment ended in rejecting that idea. Having started this walkabout, Companion did not want to stop before seeing it through to its completion. It wasn’t sure where that completion was or what it would take to get there, but the only clue was to keep walking.

Companion’s walk took it outside the palace. The first time it had left since arriving in the city over two weeks ago. This might even help with the Pharaoh’s project. Learning how the history of humans informed modern society was surely important. In addition, viewing humans outside the palace would be a novel experience.

They are certainly viewing me, Companion thought to itself, noting just how many stares it was getting. Many of the stares were hostile. Many were fearful. It was difficult to discern between the two. Both often involved the individuals fleeing. Leaning on the link with Irulon, it became much easier to figure out which were which. Of course, hate and fear weren’t the only two looks people gave it. A wide variety of human expressions presented themselves, like an artist’s palette. Lust, envy, indifference, lust again…

Companion made a game of it. Locking eyes with a human, it would try to identify the expression based only off its own experience with Irulon before dipping into her head to confirm or deny its suspicions. Human expressions wasn’t something it had thought to pay much attention to during its stay with Irulon, so its own experience in the matter was quite limited, even trying to view it through that lens.

The game grew more interesting the further it walked from the palace. People there were generally wealthy, and had guards that would step between their charges and any potential threat. They didn’t seem to want to fight, however. In fact, the moment Companion walked past, they often rushed off, fleeing in a slightly more dignified manner than those who turned and ran the moment they spotted a monster walking down the street.

The poorer sections of the city resulted in far more fear without the presence of bodyguards and city guards. There was far more running and, where applicable, hiding. A lot less indifference and almost no envy. Surprisingly, there was a lot more lust than Companion had expected. It knew that Irulon’s form was well appreciated by most humans, and that its current form was based off that, but it was still surprising. Companion couldn’t recall Irulon receiving such attentions…

Then again, while joined with Irulon, Companion had only been able to pay attention to what Irulon had paid attention to. She could have received all this every day and simply chose to ignore it and walk on by without care.

Companion thought to ask a few passers by about just what they found appealing in a half-monster body, but nobody stuck around to answer when it approached them. After the fifth such failure, Companion figured that it was about time to head back. Night would fall soon. While it hadn’t figured out the exact purpose of its walk, it had found it to be enlightening nonetheless. Observing people was quite an interesting experience.

Though it would probably be a good idea to observe structures on the way back.

Turning, Companion found a wooden board swinging toward its face.

Fires of pain lit up as the wood crushed its nose. Companion’s vision went black for an instant. The world was tilted when it came back, with the ground quickly rushing up to meet its face. A foot out front stopped its fall, though some blood kept going, pooling in the dirt. Companion put a hand to its face and pulled it away to find it completely red, slick with blood.

Irulon knew what to do. Muscle memory kicked in as she reached for her tome at her side.

Her fingers grasped nothing.

It wasn’t Irulon. It had forgotten for just a moment. Companion had decided to go for the smaller decks of cards for portability. The kind Alyssa used, rather than Irulon’s bulky tome. But those cards weren’t on its person either. Neither was its sword, nor even a scrap of cloth for added protection.

The human shouted something. It was apparently irritated at the presence of a monster, claiming that it wasn’t just going to let something like Companion walk around like it owned the place. Companion wasn’t sure why it was explaining its intentions. Human combat ritual, likely.

Under other circumstances, Companion might have thanked the human. The taste of blood was rather interesting. Much different than skin. Unfortunately, there wasn’t time to analyze the differences. The human holding the board was rearing back for another strike.

And his attack seemed to be bolstering the courage of other humans, inciting them to approach closer with hostile intent.

Companion raised an arm, catching the oncoming blow with the scales of its forearm, feeling next to nothing as the human struck, though the blow was enough to almost knock it to the ground. At the same time, it breathed in and let it out nice and slow.

Brown wisps of air curled around Companion’s face. Its broken nose made a crunching noise as it snapped back into position. Flesh knitted itself back together. While the blood tasted interesting, the pain was a bit too distracting to keep around for the moment.

The back of Companion’s throat tingled. Magic welled up. Ingrained instinct screamed to simply exhale and obliterate the threat. But Companion’s human body couldn’t withstand a flow of magma coming from its mouth any more than the threat could. Dragon breath was uncontrollable. A straight blast of a single power. It was impossible to simply breathe in tight enough of a stream to avoid damaging itself. Even something that wasn’t deadly on its own, such as a jet of high powered water, would run the danger of tearing out the teeth Alyssa had spent so long crafting.

In the time it took to analyze the possible outcomes of a few dozen different breaths, the human threat had pulled back, readying itself for a third strike. Two others were approaching, one having picked up a metal rod that had been leaning up against some run-down shack. Fire, lightning, death, time, boiling steam… all would destroy Companion just as surely as they would destroy the human.

Companion drew in a deep breath through its nose, holding it while running through a few more options at the very last minute. But it couldn’t delay any further. Not without putting itself into a potentially deadly situation. The protective scales on its body did not entirely cover it, leaving plenty of spots just as vulnerable as any other human. Another strike to the head could make it black out for far longer than last time, which would only allow these humans to engage in whatever vile means of bodily destruction that they wished.

The breath that Companion eventually unleashed was unlike anything it had ever tried before.

The threat’s third strike never came. He paused half way, stumbling back instead of advancing.

Darkness curled in the air, spreading with turbulent flow from its mouth. A segment of the world, cast into such a deep shadow that not even sunlight could pierce it. The darkness spread further and faster as Companion emptied the lungs its current body had. Unfortunately, a single breath of an unpracticed magic was not enough to completely occlude Companion from sight. The shadows wouldn’t actually hurt the humans, just as it hadn’t hurt its mouth.

It was akin to a cat arching its back and increasing the volume of its tail in an attempt to look more frightening to a predator.

And on simple human minds, it seemed to work. All of the approaching assailants ceased their approach. It didn’t look like it would last for long. The threat who had initially struck Companion tightened its hands around its makeshift weapon as if trying to work up the courage to venture into the wisps of darkness. Once it discovered that they wouldn’t cause harm, Companion would be right back where it started.

Having bought itself a little space, Companion tried out something else. Cupping its hands around its mouth and nose, Companion tried breathing in such a way that no one else would be affected by its current breath. It wasn’t perfect. Human hands had great difficulty in forming an air-tight seal. But with the space between itself and those it did not wish to affect, strength flowed into Companion and nowhere else.

The body Alyssa had created strained against the sudden influx of raw power. Companion had tried to keep it to a low level, but breath was uncontrollable.

The threat gathered enough courage and tried to strike. Companion batted the plank aside, snapping it in two with the force of its movement. A slight pain lanced up its side where skin split apart from bulging muscles. Ribs cracked with loud pops, never having been intended to support strength to the degree that Companion’s muscles were now capable of demonstrating.

Companion ignored it, gripping the human threat by the throat.

From a simple grinding of the dirt beneath a shoe and a slight intake of air, Companion could tell that the man with the iron rod was rearing to crush its skull with an overhead strike. With a small pivot, the iron rod slammed down into the ground. The open palm of its free hand slammed into the new human’s chest, sending it sprawling.

With a sudden clarity of thought brought about by Irulon checking in on their link, Companion stopped. The slight pressure on the initial threat’s throat released entirely as it dropped the human. The human’s legs couldn’t support it, apparently, as it collapsed to the ground, panting like it was trying to generate its own magical breath.

Companion slowly looked around, locking eyes with all three of the assailants—even though the last of them had yet to attack—and then spread its gaze out to the onlookers. It was surprising that no guards had appeared, now or at any other point during the day’s walk. Most would be aware of just who Companion was, likely leading to sluggish response times, but one or two stopping by to ensure that all was well should have been expected.

Something to change once I’m in charge of things.

For the time being, Companion decided to impart advice upon the critical-thinking-deficient humans. “It would be wise to identify the difference in strength between yourselves and an intended target before striking. Be grateful that your future ruler is merciful and understanding of impulsive human nature. If you still wish to persist in your foolish endeavors, then come. Strike me. But…” Companion drew in a breath, attuned it to lightning, but held it as it smiled widely. A few painful sparks danced around from tooth to tooth. After allowing that display long enough for everyone to see, it switched the magic to a healing power for just a moment before cutting off all magic completely. “If you decide to strike again, know in advance that my mercy has limits.”

With one last look around, tapping into Irulon to recognize that the humans were sufficiently cowed and no longer threats, Companion strode back the way its walk had taken it.

Adrenaline, Companion discovered during its thankfully uninterrupted walk, was another interesting human concept. Or rather, it was less a concept and more a part of their bodies. It had a means of blocking pain for short amounts of time. Long enough for Companion to walk a few dozen steps, but not long enough to reach the palace.

It didn’t help that each step came with more pain as muscle and skin tore. Releasing a steady stream of healing breath helped close up the wounds, but the blood still spread over its body. Lust, Companion noted, was almost completely absent from the passing visages. Fear was by far the most predominant expression. Guards showing up now did ensure that Companion had an unmolested return to the palace…

But the strength it had given itself showed no sign of waning. Ruining Alyssa’s hard work so soon was far more upsetting than it should have been. Companion could only hope that the strength would wane in time as the magic ran its course, upon which a healing breath should suffice to restore the body to its natural state. Irulon was well aware that testing untested magic in a combat situation was generally just as ill-advised as attacking a dragon, but… that adrenaline concept had clouded its thoughts.

As Companion sat as still as possible to avoid further damage to its body, it thought. The purpose of a mind-clearing walk still remained elusive, but it had brought up several new projects that Companion needed to accomplish. All of varying priority. It would be vital to mend relationships with humans. Especially the three who had attacked it. Inviting them to the palace may be a possible solution, or simply offering coins of varying value. A wider-reaching effort must be made as well. It wouldn’t do for future subjects to despise their ruler.

But, perhaps more immediately, Companion felt a need become more acclimatized to its… new human body. It especially needed to expose itself to more adrenaline-generating situations and grow used to whatever caused that unclarity.

For now, however, Companion’s most immediate project was to heal.


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043.010

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The Farmer


“So you’re just going to avoid him all day today?”

“I’m not avoiding him. We have separate things that need doing is all.”

“What about tomorrow? The next day?”

“I didn’t spend every waking moment with him before. Nothing has changed since then.” Alyssa glowered at Kasita and the mimic’s incessant questioning. “Just relax some. We’re here to talk to Jason. Brakkt’s not going anywhere.”

“He’s going to Illuna. And he isn’t going to be back for three days? Are you alright letting things just… sit and stew for half a week?”

Alyssa’s glower turned to a smile. Humming with that ‘I know something you don’t’ tone, she said, “He sent me a Message earlier. And I sent him one back. I think we’re good for now.”

That apparently startled her enough that a roll of static crossed her form, transitioning her directly from indignant to shocked. She almost tripped down the dirt path leading toward Guillem’s smithy, though another static twitch instantly put a foot in front of her to catch herself. “What? When? Where was I?”

Smile turning to a grin, Alyssa just kept walking.

“At least tell me what you two talked about.”

“I don’t know. I think you’ve been nosy enough for one week. Maybe later.”

“But—”

“Nope. My mind is made up. And besides, we’re here.”

The blacksmith building stood tall in front of them. Smoke billowed out from the brick chimney off to the side, but unlike last time, there were none of those loud thunder cracks that came from the hammering device. That was only one tool among many, so it didn’t mean that no work was being done. Still, she had expected to hear something given that the door was ajar.

Like last time, the air near the blacksmith was arid; hot and dry. Having been used to the relatively damper environment of Illuna and its nearby swamp, the air here felt even worse than last time. She could already feel the sweat starting…

She would have to take another bath when she got back to the city proper.

For the moment, Alyssa pressed forward. She tapped her knuckles against the door, pushing it open a little more with each knock. But the inside was empty. It was basically just a large circular room. No real hiding spots, though Alyssa wasn’t sure why Guillem and Jason would bother hiding. Alyssa had sent a text to Jason and he had responded, saying that he and the smith would both be present.

“They go out for lunch or something?”

“Such a shame,” Kasita said in a bright and chipper of voice. “If they aren’t here, I guess you have no reason not to tell me about what you and Brakkt are doing.”

“No. No. I think I’ll leave you in the dark a little longer. And I’ll even say that every time you ask, how long gets a little longer.”

“So mean to your one and only sister.”

“Yeah, yeah. I’m the worst—”

A loud clanking cut her off, followed by some inarticulate shouting. The noise wasn’t coming from inside the building, but, rather, from around the side. With a glance to Kasita as some heavy metallic thumps began shaking the ground, Alyssa started off toward where the noise had come from. Her movements were a bit wary. But given that one of the voices she could hear definitely belonged to Guillem, she wasn’t too worried. It was a happy shout, after all.

The first thing she saw was it. The machine. It was only slightly smaller than the smithy. Barely enough to hide in its shadow. It looked like a tank and a combine harvester had a child together, delivered by a doctor who was a mad scientist and thought that their baby needed a bit more nightmare involved in it. Sharp blades, conveyor belts, a massive boiler, and smoke stacks for expunging the unneeded steam. The conveyor belts all led into the center where a giant maw of sharp blades whirred, ready to process the crops it would be consuming.

A huge spinning wheel in the middle of it all connected the main bulk, via long leather belts, to other smaller wheels. A piston coming from near the boiler drove the motion. Smaller bits and bobs moved as well. Up on top, there was a smaller device that had two fist-sized steel balls spinning around an upright metal pole. A train of gears ran along its sides, though the final gear was not engaged with anything—it looked as if it could be shifted into position near those tank treads.

Jason stood in front of the contraption. If it moved forward ten feet, it would either crush him or eat him. Alyssa wasn’t sure which would be the more painful death. He didn’t seem worried, however. He wasn’t just standing. Holding up two long sticks, he waved around like some kind of semaphore conductor. Guillem, up at the top in what must have been the driver’s seat, pulled various levers or spun the wheels on valves in response to his arm motions.

The two of them weren’t alone either. At least three others—there might have been more behind the giant thing—were walking around the machine with what looked like clipboards, taking notes on pieces of paper. The kid who had worked as an assistant the last time Alyssa stopped by the smith was present as well, though his position was next to Jason, holding a notepad of his own. After every semaphore motion and subsequent lever pull, Jason would lean down and say something to the kid before moving on to the next motion.

They had been busy, apparently.

Very busy.

The pictures really didn’t do the machine justice.

Another hefty thump broke Alyssa from her gaze. The noise didn’t seem to alarm any of the workers, so she assumed it was supposed to do that. She couldn’t actually see what it was that had done that, but it had coincided with Guillem throwing one of the levers.

Kasita, notably, was still staring with her mouth gaping wide open. Alyssa hadn’t ever seen something quite as… insane as this machine, but she had seen plenty of absurd things. Even if she only saw them through pictures. Kasita was still essentially brand new to modern technology, having only started learning about it after meeting Alyssa, and then, she observed it only through movies. And Kasita had probably never been browsing the internet and randomly happened across bucket-wheel excavators, leading to a long trail of wiki pages going into the browser history.

Alyssa wasn’t going to disturb them in the middle of their testing. She took a look around to try to find something to sit on without having to make a show of creating a chair, but she noticed Guilliem looking in her direction upon glancing back to the machine. The elf raised her hands above her head, putting them in a cross shape. That motion made Jason start looking around. It didn’t take long for him to spot Alyssa, upon which he handed his semaphore poles off to the kid.

“Twenty minute break, everyone!”

The machine wasn’t as noisy as a machine its size seemed like it should be. Aside from the thumping, which only happened when Guillem threw certain levers, it was surprisingly quiet. That wasn’t to say that it was silent. Jason’s voice couldn’t possibly carry through the hissings of steam and the whirring of that massive spinning wheel. Word still spread. The people closest to him let those close to them know what he had said. Soon enough, they were all clearing out.

There were a lot more than just the three, most of them came from behind the machine.

Guillem stayed up top for a while longer, throwing a few levers and closing a few valves. Various moving parts stopped. Conveyor belts slowed to a standstill. The whirring of blades inside the maw came to a stop. All except for the large spinning wheel. By the time she had finished, a pair of workers were off to the side, smoking something. The rest had all cleared off completely. Even the kid vanished inside the main workshop building.

A long set of rungs let Guillem climb down from the tall machine’s control panel. Alyssa couldn’t believe how quickly she made it down. If she slipped, she could easily wind up skewered on some sharp spike. Yet she practically bounced from rung to rung, skipping several as she hopped down. She landed right on top of one of the treads. Jason rushed forward and, quite unnecessarily in Alyssa’s opinion, offered his hand to help her down.

She actually accepted the proffered help, leaping into his arms.

But…

Alyssa raised an eyebrow.

Even with both of Guillem’s feet firmly on the ground, they didn’t separate. Keeping their hands intertwined, they started back toward Alyssa and Kasita.

“Huh.”

“Yeah.”

“Ufu~”

“Yeah.”

“We weren’t expecting you so early!” Jason said, completely oblivious to both Alyssa and Kasita staring at the two of them holding hands.

The elf tilted her head to one side, eyes wide as she stared from behind a set of goggles. “Who are you again?” There was no joy or excitement in her voice, even though that had been her focal emotions during Alyssa’s last visit to the smith. “Another thief come to steal ideas and designs?”

Jason saved Alyssa from having to defend herself. “We talked about this, dear. This is Alyssa. She’s…” he trailed off, glancing around. When he started talking again, his voice was down to a whisper. “She’s from my world.”

“Oh!” Guillem’s tone changed fast enough to give Alyssa whiplash. “Yes! Yes, yes, yes! I remember.” She leaned forward, slipping her hand out of Jason’s hand to point a finger at Alyssa’s face. “Jason said you could show off all kinds of wondrous creations that have never before been seen here in Lyria.”

Alyssa stared for just a moment before deciding to take a step away from Guillem’s still pointing finger to address Jason first. “You told her?”

“Was I not supposed to?”

“No, but I’m going to be annoyed if I have to rescue you from some underground Observatorium research laboratory because they decided they wanted to dissect someone from another world.”

“Ah… That’s… Well, Guillem hasn’t told anyone—”

Well~”

“Any humans.”

Guillem nodded, though neither elaborated. Alyssa was about to ask before deciding that she really didn’t need to. The clarification was practically an admission that Guillem was in contact with monsters. Probably elves. And that was probably something that slaves weren’t supposed to do. Although Guillem seemingly ran the entire smithy with no supervision, she did still wear chains.

Deciding to not talk about it out in the open with a few humans standing off to the side, Alyssa turned her attention back to the machine. “I can’t help but notice that this is bigger than your sketches. Or those little toy steam tractors that you showed me.”

Of course it is bigger than the toys. Those little things weren’t going to do any real work.”

“Showing them off did get us a good amount of investment, though.”

Guillem tilted her head, thumb at the corner of her lips. “They got us funding. Does that count as doing work?”

“Anyway, once I started talking about combine harvesters and more advanced farming equipment, she got it in her head that my original plan was too narrow in scope. Why not just make a machine that does everything. Every part of the farming process, from harvesting, to bailing, to plowing, to planting new seeds.”

“If you’re going to put time into something, might as well go all out and make it into a beauty!”

“We went back to the drawing board and tried putting pieces together to make…” Jason turned, waving both hands at the machine. “We call it The Farmer.”

Alyssa almost commented that she was expecting the name to be a little more grandiose, but decided against it at the last second. Better to avoid putting ideas into their heads. They clearly had enough as it was.

“Looks impressive,” Kasita said, nodding her head. “But does this Farmer actually work?”

“Oh?” Guillem leaned toward Kasita, turning her head to thrust her ear toward the mimic. “Oh my! Is that doubt I hear? Doubt!” Whipping away from Kasita, she drew herself to her full height, taking in a lungful of air. Cupping her hands to her mouth, she shouted, “Break time OVER! Tristan! Harron! Man the arms. Jason! Driver’s seat, now!” She started heading back toward the machine.

Jason grabbed her arm. “We haven’t finished testing!”

“This is the ultimate test! Will it work? Will it? Of course it will! We’re taking it out to the Kelsior Farm to show just what our beauty can do!”

Despite her overly excited voice, Jason managed to remain calm. “The demonstration isn’t for five days. No one will be there to witness it in operation. If no one sees it, that means no one buys it, which means no money, which means no future projects.”

Guillem glared, but only for a moment. Her face slowly softened and, eventually, she nodded her head. “Sorry,” she said softly. Then she turned to Kasita. In the most emotionless voice possible, she said, “If you want to see our little beauty in operation, please come to the Kelsior Farm in five days’ time. We will be starting just after sunrise.”

Jason crossed his arms, nodded twice, and gave Alyssa a look.

“We’ll have to show up, I suppose?”

“Good, good. We’ll have quite the showing for you. There will be lots of people around, even a prince, I guess. Everyone wants to see The Farmer in action.”

It really needed a better name. She was pretty sure that Kasita had just stifled a laugh.

As for a prince coming to see it, that was mildly interesting. Brakkt hadn’t mentioned anything, so she doubted it was him. There were a lot of other princes, however. Hopefully it wouldn’t be the third prince, though it might have been an interesting coincidence for both of the Earthlings to be sponsored by him.

“Aside from the… uh… The Farmer,” Alyssa said, trying to keep a straight face, “is everything going well? No problems living here? I assume I would have gotten a text about anything major, but…”

“No. No. Quite the contrary, I feel…” Jason took in a deep breath. He started glancing toward Guillem, but stopped himself short. “Content? I like what I’m doing now, helping Guillem work on this machine and otherwise being in this world. Sure, I miss the internet and video games and anime and my terabytes of… uh… other anime… But! I feel more fulfilled doing this. I really hated programming, you know? I got into it because I was a nerd and that was what nerds did, but it was just the same thing day in and day out. Boss breathing down my neck. Praying I didn’t make any big errors because we didn’t have separate development and production servers. It really wasn’t for me. I would constantly imagine fantastical things happening to me, something like… well, like this.” He waved both his arms around, not gesturing to anything in particular. “So thanks. That’s what I’m trying to say, I think.”

“I see. I would say thanks in return for trying to stand up to my would-be murderer, but I still think you are an idiot for doing that.”

“Oh.”

“As long as things are working out for you, that’s good though. I’m glad you’re happy. Chris seems to be doing well too. Did you know he has a band?”

“I made a pedal and helped make his drums too.”

“Right.” Chris had mentioned that.

“We might be able to make proper… what are they called? The cymbals that hit each other when you hit the floor pedal.”

“High-hat?”

“Yeah, that. But we were a bit too busy getting The Farmer ready for display.”

Kasita softly giggled. “You two certainly went all out. But, assuming it does work, will people really buy it? Something this large must cost… too much. I know how much even larger villages can afford to spend. The only people who are going to be able to afford this are the Pharaoh and maybe the wealthiest of the great houses. Wasn’t the plan to make this for regular farmers?”

Jason rubbed the back of his head, glancing to Guillem. The elf put on a wide grin, shrugging. “I’m sure we’ll have to create boring versions of this beauty. I’m used to humans being so narrow minded as to be constrained and intimidated by real genius. The Farmer is a ticket to the future, a proof of our true capabilities. I’ll never have to make broaches or even swords ever again.”

As the crazy elf slammed her hands to her hips and started laughing, Jason rested a hand on her shoulder. “You could say that we’re quite excited for the future.”

With that said, the two of them had to get back to work. There was still a lot to prepare and only a few days to do it in. Break time was over.

Alyssa and Kasita stayed to watch for a few minutes longer. Aside from the whirring and occasional thumping, there really wasn’t that much to their tests. At least not from Alyssa’s perspective. Guillem and Jason were surely learning a lot from every pull of a lever.

“Future, huh?” Alyssa mumbled as they started back to the city proper.

“Something bothering you?”

“No. Not particularly. I think I want to call down Tenebrael again, however. Have a little chat.”

Maybe find a way to take control of my future.


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043.009

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Idyll


Alyssa woke to blinding sunlight, an unfamiliar ceiling, and the drums of war thumping inside her head.

Without even moving a muscle, she closed her eyes and tried to will away the pounding. It didn’t work. If anything, consciousness only made it worse. Her tongue stuck to the dry roof of her mouth in an unpleasant manner. Sweat coated her body despite her feeling a little chilled. Even with that chill, there was a warmth to the side of her body, with her left arm being weighed down.

By someone.

Alyssa didn’t reopen her eyes. The longer they stayed closed, the longer she could put off dealing with whatever situation she had landed herself in. Besides that, she still felt exhausted. It was clearly a good way into the day and yet she felt like she hadn’t slept at all. Just… five more minutes.

A warm breath on her neck was enough to wash away all sensation of drowsiness, at least for the moment.

Squinting in an attempt to keep as much of the sun out of her thumping head as possible, she slowly turned her head to the side. As soon as she saw who her bedmate was, she let out a long sigh of relief. It was not the Pharaoh. She didn’t know why her first thought had been the Pharaoh, but it probably had something to do with him having a harem. That and she had danced with him the night before. She clearly remembered that.

After that dance…

Right… It was coming back to her now. She had danced with Brakkt. Then she had danced with Companion, for some reason. Irulon had rejected her offer—is it too much to hope that Irulon will have forgotten completely that I asked her?—but Kasita took her up on it a few moments after. Afterwards, she had danced again with Brakkt just before the festivities ended. Which didn’t quite explain why she was in bed with him, but gave her enough pieces to the puzzle that she could probably remember the rest as soon as her head stopped that pounding.

Hangover cures existed. She had made several while working for Tzheitza. Green fairy livers were rare, but Brakkt probably had one, being royalty. Most customers picking them up had either been from the great houses or were wealthy merchants. The question was, where would Brakkt keep them?

This was the first time she had ever been to his room. And it was so bright that she didn’t even want to look around. Alyssa could have woken him, but he looked so peaceful while resting that she didn’t want to disturb him. And… lying next to him wasn’t uncomfortable. If she just closed her eyes and let herself drift… back… to sleep…

Movement at her side jolted Alyssa awake, though she didn’t lurch up or anything. She just opened her eyes. Which she immediately regretted. The sun wasn’t quite as bright as it had been. Whether that was because Brakkt’s room faced the morning sun and it was now later in the day or because her hangover was going away on its own, she couldn’t guess. Maybe a combination of the two. Either way, Brakkt was now upright, rubbing a hand down his face. She must have made some kind of movement, because he stopped moving all of a sudden.

“Sorry,” he said, kind and courteous enough to keep his voice to a whisper. “Did I wake you?”

“No,” Alyssa lied. “I woke earlier and was just resting my eyes. That mulled wine is…”

“Not to your tastes?”

“I liked it. Too much. I don’t suppose you have any hangover cures?”

“Let me pull one out for you.”

“Thanks.” With the impending promise of her head going back to normal, Alyssa clambered her way to a sitting position. And promptly spotted her dress lying in a crumpled heap on the floor to the side of the bed. It was… a shame. She should have been more careful. Hopefully it wasn’t ruined. While she could surely pay for it just by creating unlimited gold, it was a nice dress. All that hard work that had gone into making it should have been respected.

It also meant that she was not wearing anything. She started to cover herself with a blanket from the bed before deciding that it didn’t actually matter. Brakkt was in a similar state of undress anyway. She did not stop herself from watching him as he pulled open a drawer next to the bed. He was… muscled. Oz might have him beat, but she hadn’t actually seen Oz without a shirt on so he didn’t count. He also had a number of scars, mostly on his back and arms, but some on his chest as well. Nothing massive, Tzheitza’s were far more disfiguring. They just made him look rugged, like he had seen his fair share of combat.

Which he definitely had, she supposed.

After rifling through a number of potions, most of which Alyssa recognized by sight alone as being healing or other restoratives, he pulled out a small pale green vial and handed it over to Alyssa. She couldn’t help but notice that there were a good five identical vials all lined up next to each other.

“You need these often?” Alyssa asked as she uncorked the potion. It tasted like strawberries… but not real strawberries, more like the flavoring used in candy.

“Younger me had to take one every day, just about. I try not to need them so often these days, but still keep it well stocked out of habit.” Despite saying that, he pulled one out for himself and quickly downed it. A small shudder racked his body before he carefully set the vial down on top of the end table.

The effects of the potion were not quite instant. First, it felt like Alyssa had taken a dive in a tub of ice water, but she warmed back up quickly enough. And as she warmed, the thumping in her head started to recede. Headache starting to fade, she took her first real look around Brakkt’s room.

It was… minimalistic. Where Irulon had shelves and shelves of books, desks covered in papers and research notes, and a bed far bigger than any one person should be allowed, Brakkt had calm simplicity in every corner of the room. There was a single bookshelf only half filled with books and a desk next to it with no papers on top. One wall had a few swords hanging on it, but, while probably usable, they looked like they were more for decoration than defending himself. There were a few smaller curios, some kind of obsidian dagger with a ruby red jewel in its hilt mounted on one of the vacant sections of the bookshelf, a globe of glass that was just faintly glowing on the corner of his desk, and a few other such things.

The bed, while not quite as big as Irulon’s, was quite comfortable. Alyssa felt she could easily flop back over, fall asleep instantly, and stay that way for the rest of the day.

“So…” From a wardrobe not far from the end table, Brakkt pulled out a set of bathrobes. One in red and black for himself, which he quickly slipped into, then a pure black one which he held out for Alyssa to take. “Clothes?”

“Thanks, though I think I would rather have a quick bath first.”

“Of course. The door on that side of the room. I’ll call for a servant to run the water—”

“That’s alright,” Alyssa said, holding out a hand. She let just a tiny bit of water pool in her palm before deleting it. “I can take care of it myself.”

“Right. I’ll just…”

“Hey. I had fun,” Alyssa said. And it wasn’t even a lie. “I don’t think we should make this into a regular thing, but I enjoyed… letting my guard drop, so to speak. Most of all, I don’t want either of us being weird about this. I don’t know how things are here, but back on Earth… Well, we’ll talk later when we’re not both half naked. Or all naked. I’m going to take a quick bath first.”

Before Brakkt could say anything, Alyssa quickly slipped off into the indicated room. The second she closed the door behind her, she felt her cheeks burn. That was twenty steps too far, Companion! She didn’t know why she was mentally yelling at the dumb dragon, but it did make her feel better.

Not that she was feeling bad. Now that the potion had run through her system, she actually felt pretty great. She was just… embarrassed. Awkward. These kinds of things were not her forte. Her last real relationship would have been a good five years ago with someone she had met at one of her community college classes. It had fallen apart not long after first having sex. She did not want that to happen here.

She liked Brakkt. Having things be uncomfortable between them…

Shaking her head, Alyssa decided to not over think things. That was what happened last time and things had gone poorly. She couldn’t act like nothing had happened, but it wasn’t like some world changing event that shattered the foundations of reality. People had sex all the time and didn’t freak out over it. Why should she?

As she filled the basin with hot water, she realized one thing. I am definitely still over thinking everything.

Deciding it would be better to find something to distract herself, Alyssa finally got around to filling up the bath. The water was hot, but a few notches under scalding. It had taken a lot of practice to get the temperature right. The first time she had tried to create hot water, it had basically exploded in her hand. Luckily, it had been only a few tiny drops and hadn’t caused any lasting damage, but it had still been a shock.

Sinking into the water made most of everything better. A good bath could wash away worries just as easily as it washed away dirt and grime. A few blissful minutes passed until her fingers turned wrinkled. It was probably too long to spend in someone else’s bath, but she decided that she didn’t care about that either. A quick check through her sense of souls showed Brakkt sitting at what was likely his desk. Eating, judging by the movements.

Maybe she had eaten just a bit too much at the feast; Alyssa didn’t feel hungry in the slightest.

Deciding that she could stay in the bath a little longer since Brakkt looked busy, Alyssa settled deeper into the water, leaning back just so that the water level was just below her nose. Brakkt’s bath was roughly identical to Irulon’s, which was to say, large enough to act as a small swimming pool. Deep enough as well. She could float on her back if she wanted.

But it was probably time to get out. As much as she wished she could sit around and do nothing all day, she did have things she wanted to accomplish. Things beyond talking to Brakkt. Like talking to Irulon, Companion, and Kasita. All of whom were likely to comment on the current situation. It would be best to get those comments out of the way sooner rather than later so that everything could go back to normal, more or less.

Though, before she left the bathroom, Alyssa quickly destroyed the water then refilled the bath with fresh hot water. With that done, she took a deep breath, put on a smile, and stepped back into Brakkt’s room, wearing his robe.

“Soup?” she said, smelling the brothy flavor in the air.

Turning, Brakkt stared a moment before nodding. “Just something light. Bit of soup and bread. Not too hungry otherwise. There is some for you as well,” he said with a gesture to another wooden bowl set on the desk and an untouched bread roll that was probably leftover from the night before.

“Thanks,” she said, feeling her smile turn far more genuine than it had been. Eating a little would probably be good for her anyway, even if she wasn’t feeling too hungry at the moment. “I left the basin filled, if you wanted to take a bath. The water should be nice and hot. I freshened it up after I was done.”

“I’ll take you up on that,” he said, though he didn’t get up to go right away, choosing to finish his soup first. There wasn’t much left.

And there was only the one seat around his desk. So Alyssa picked up the bowl and sat on the edge of his bed. “You have anything to do today?”

“I was going to head back to Illuna, but I can put that off for a bit.”

“It’s fine.” The soup was good. Very flavorful compared to most soups that Alyssa had tried. She suspected it was made from the feast’s stock. “You’ve got your duties. I’ve got research to do… and I want to go check on that contraption that Jason and Guillem came up with. And I should say hello to Tzheitza too.”

“Ah. Tzheitza should be in the palace, actually. I learned last night that she is here on retainer as a watcher for Octavia.”

“Really?” She hadn’t actually considered it, but Octavia had probably been called to the pit along with all other infected when the Astral Authority attacked it. Being kept under lock and key, she had likely not been able to go. But… “Did Tzheitza… help her at all?”

“That is what my father said. Haven’t seen her for myself yet though. Given that she tried to take my head off last time we saw each other and I did take off her limbs… I’m not really sure that interacting would be a good idea. But she is, supposedly, feeling better?” Shaking his head, Brakkt shrugged. “I was planning on finding out a little more about the situation before approaching. I recommend you do the same. As I recall, you had a less than pleasant encounter with her as well.”

That was probably a good idea. Octavia hadn’t enjoyed Alyssa’s company back before she had been infected. After, Octavia had tried to kill her out in the corn field. “I might ask around and see if I can talk to Tzheitza without her around then… but I might put off that if Tzheitza is too busy.”

With a nod, Brakkt drained the last of his soup. As soon as he set the bowl down, he stood. “I’ll freshen up then. Feel free to…” he trailed off, looking around. “Look around, I guess? I don’t have as vast a library as Irulon, I’m afraid. I know you’re not that interested in weapons, but I do have a small armory across the hall from my room.”

Letting out a light chuckle at how despondent he looked, Alyssa shook her head. “That’s alright. I’ll finish my soup then probably head down to Irulon’s room. So don’t worry if you can’t find me up here.”

Brakkt disappeared into the bathroom with another curt nod.

Alyssa felt a small giddy feeling in her stomach, letting out a content sigh. That had been a perfectly normal conversation. Just like they would have had before. She still felt like they had some things to talk about, but there was no need to have that conversation this very second. Things felt… good. She hadn’t felt awkward. The more normalcy there was, the less awkward she felt like there would be when they did talk about their relationship.

Of course, taking a little time to figure out exactly what she wanted from a relationship wouldn’t be a bad thing. A boyfriend? Casual occasional fling? Nothing at all aside from close friendship? Alyssa honestly wasn’t sure herself. She wasn’t sure what Brakkt might want either. She didn’t know if he knew. This was a twenty step jump for her, it probably was for him as well.

One thing was certain: No more mulled wine for the time being.

After grabbing the dress from off the floor, though not at all sure what to actually do with it, Alyssa headed down to Irulon’s room. Despite it being nearly midday, she fully expected to find Irulon asleep when she entered.

Which was not the case.

Companion was face down on a mountain of pillows, but Irulon simply sat out on her balcony with Kasita. Their casual conversation stopped abruptly as Alyssa slipped through the door. Kasita was the first to actually turn, though Irulon picked up on the movement at nearly the same time. Both stared for just a moment longer than would have been comfortable. Kasita soon smiled.

“Ufu~ Have fun?”

“If you must know, then yes. I did have fun.”

Irulon didn’t look convinced. “Do you even remember anything about last night?”

“Yes. Mostly. Maybe like… ninety percent of it all.” Crossing her arms as best as she could without further wrinkling the dress in her arms, Alyssa gave Irulon a lighthearted glare. “You wouldn’t dance with me.”

“And my toes are still thanking me for rejecting you.”

Alyssa kept up her glare for another few seconds. Kasita giggling off to the side made it difficult to maintain, however. Soon enough, Alyssa found herself grinning as well, though she still didn’t break eye contact with the princess. Staring at her jogged a memory. It wasn’t anything huge. She was surprised that she remembered at all. But… “Hey, Irulon…”

“Hm?”

“A while back, when we were traveling from Lyria to Teneville, you and I talked one evening. After glancing at Brakkt, you told me ‘no’ even though I hadn’t actually asked anything. What was that about?”

Irulon didn’t respond right away, seemingly thinking back. Before splitting from Companion, she had possessed perfect memory. Alyssa wasn’t sure if that still was a thing, but for this particular question, she nodded her head after a moment or two.

“Ah. Right. Misunderstandings on my part, mostly. It was the answer to basically any question you could have posed regarding Brakkt and a relationship. I erroneously took your budding friendship as a deeper interest than you obviously showed in retrospect. Or maybe you were interested, given recent events?” she said, raising an eyebrow.

Alyssa could only shrug. “We’re still really only friends… I think.”

“Hm… In any case, some of the questions were, ‘Does Brakkt have a betrothed? Has Brakkt ever shown interest in someone else? Does Brakkt even like humans? Would Brakkt kiss a reptilian monster if he had the opportunity? Do I have a ‘shot’ with Brakkt?’ and so on and so forth.”

“Seems like you were wrong about a few of those.”

“It’s been months. Things change.”

“And really? He wouldn’t kiss a lizard monster? I find that hard to believe.” She didn’t, actually. She knew now that Brakkt was more… academically interested in them? That was the wrong word, but close enough. Even knowing that, she thought there might be at least a chance.

Uncertainty wasn’t a normal expression for Irulon. Frowning as if she realized that for herself, Irulon eventually shrugged. “I was wrong about those other things.”

“Anyway,” Alyssa said, deciding to not delve deeper into that particular topic, “I’m not sure what to do about this dress. And I need to grab some of my own clothes.” Having spent the last few days in Irulon’s room, she had some here.

“Leave it on the bed.” Irulon said, waving a hand back toward the rest of her room. “I’ll have Tess take care of it later.”

Alyssa turned, but stopped abruptly as a hand came down on her shoulder.

“Just a minute,” Kasita said, grin too wide on her face. “As your official sister, I want details. Did he treat you right? Did you treat him right? Just saying you had fun isn’t good enough for me, little sis.”

“Since when was I the little—”

“No changing the subject again. All the details.”

Closing her eyes, Alyssa sighed. She quickly did a scan of all the souls around them, mildly hoping that there was an army on the horizon or assassins hiding in the room. But she had no such luck at the moment. However, thinking about it, talking with Kasita might help her figure out exactly what she wanted. If she even wanted anything.

“Fine,” Alyssa said.


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Return to Lyria

Feast II


Stairway to Heaven was probably the best song to play for people on Nod. Not lyrically, Alyssa didn’t care much for the lyrics—she really didn’t actually like the song that much, though whether that was because it was overrated or her father just overplayed it in her youth wasn’t an argument that she wanted to get into. But musically, instrumentally, it was quite amazing.

The song started out with just the recorder and the guitar. Or lute, in this case. The opening rift was simple enough that even Alyssa, who had touched a guitar for maybe three hours in total over the course of her life, thought she might be able to play it. Very catchy, yet it really sounded just like something she might hear in a tavern. Almost too much so, as it earned a quip from the Third Prince. “Guess they aren’t something new after all.”

“Quiet,” Alyssa snapped, just as the song entered into its second part.

The bass player started up, filling a bit of empty air as Chris handed his lute to the arcanist, who set down the recorder to start playing it. Chris picked up his acoustic guitar and used that to fill in for what should have been an electric guitar. It didn’t sound quite right. But that was to be expected. More than anything, Alyssa was just amazed that Chris had managed to reproduce the song for completely different instruments by memory. His phone didn’t have access to the internet like Alyssa’s did. He couldn’t listen to it over and over while composing for the other instruments in his band.

He had mentioned being in a band, but all the way back in high school. He must have memorized the song all the way back then well enough to reproduce now. Did he even play the drums? As the drummer joined in for the third and final portion of the song, Alyssa had to suspect that he did. Poor Chris. He had clearly missed his calling as some kind of musician.

Or perhaps he was fulfilling that calling now.

Looking around the room, most everyone was giving him their full attention at the moment. They definitely hadn’t been doing that back when the Third Prince commented on the music. Was it the drums? Drums weren’t a new and unknown thing in Nod. Though being played like a modern drums was probably something a little shocking to see. But no… thinking back a bit, they had been paying attention around when the second portion picked up.

When the song came to an end with just Chris singing out the final line a cappella, the gathered nobles and royals all did that weird little snapping applause again. It was more enthusiastic this time, which Alyssa could appreciate, but she found herself frowning when, after a few moments of bowing, Chris and his band started packing up to leave.

Alyssa waved over a servant, who promptly refilled her mulled wine. That wasn’t what she had called him over for, however. “Go grab the lead singer and bring him up to me.”

Without even glancing toward the Third Prince, the Pharaoh, or anyone else to see if her request was fine, the servant ran off to do as she had asked. Which Alyssa was quite pleased with. She would have been a little annoyed if he had stopped to ask permission.

Chris stood before her, on the opposite side of the table, after only a few moments. Just looking at him, it was clear that he was nervous. His eyes were down, staring at the plates—breads?—of food. She wondered if his nerves stemmed from having just played in front of a crowd or whether it was the powerful people in the crowd that had him on edge. When she had first picked him up off Earth, he had been spouting some nonsense about conspiracy theories. It wouldn’t surprise her to find out that some distrust of authority figures applied to this world as well.

“That was amazing,” Alyssa said as she stood up, deciding that pure praise might work the best. “Did you put that together on memory alone? Or did you sneak in some music sheets when you came here?”

That got him to blink, look up to her, and blink again. He opened his mouth, but didn’t answer right away, choosing instead to look her up and down once more. “Alyssa? I… didn’t recognize you.”

“You’re one to talk. Have you visited a barber even once since your arrival?”

A hand moved to his long hair. It was clean… which made her wonder if it was normally that way or if the servants had washed him up too. “It is a bit long, isn’t it?”

“Still, I’m impressed. I’ve been out of the city for a few months and I guess I’m just a tad out of touch. I didn’t even know you put together a band. You play for nobles often?”

“No. Absolutely not. I can’t even believe we’re here?” he said, casting his eyes around the room. Though as he looked over the rest of the crescent table that Alyssa sat at, he noticed the Pharaoh staring. That made him jump a bit and snap his eyes back to Alyssa. “I guess someone heard us playing in a tavern and decided to bring us here. I hope you all enjoyed,” he said a little louder with one of the more awkward bows that Alyssa had ever seen.

“It was quite… unique,” the Third Prince said, leaning forward—he had not stood as Alyssa had done. “You say you only play at taverns?”

“Aside from tonight, that is correct.”

“Hmm… I am something of a patron of the arts myself,” the Third Prince said. Alyssa had a little frown, wondering where he might be going with this. And wondering if she shouldn’t try out a silencing miracle—sound was just waves propagating through the air and if she could use Tenebrael’s power to still a bubble of air around him, it should effectively silence him—but decided to hold off for now.

Even despite how nervous the long trailing thought was making Chris.

“Well, I hoped we managed to entertain you for a few minutes,” Chris said, deciding to break the silence himself.

“I didn’t care for the first part. It sounded similar to most minstrels I have heard before, but the latter portion was something definitely unique. There is an amphitheater I visit frequently. It is mostly consumed with traveling bards, a few local minstrels, and a particular playwright whose works invariably contain nothing but unsubtle adulations toward my father. I’m sure we could slot you in if you perform more of that latter portion of your demonstration. I’ll have a contract drawn up. One night a week for four weeks, after which we will evaluate your performances and the crowd they draw—or lack thereof—and consider an extension or other changes.”

“Wow,” Chris said after another long silence. “That’s… I’ll have to talk with the others—”

“I don’t have such a contract on me now, so you have some time. But don’t take too long. I shall have one of my servants meet you out in the hall to discuss a few issues such as how we might contact you.”

“That sounds great. Uh, sir?”

“Please. You may refer to me as Medai.”

“Well thank you, Medai.”

With a short nod, the Third Prince leaned back, clearly done with the conversation. Though he did wave a hand back behind him, calling over one of the servants from behind the row of royals—one who Tess was glaring at—and proceeded to have a whispered conversation with him.

“I’ll call you later on,” Alyssa said. She considered offering to create some real drums and strings for a guitar that weren’t made from pig intestine, but if they broke and she wasn’t available, they wouldn’t be able to replace them easily. It was probably best that his band make do with local materials for now. So she just smiled and said, “We should meet up for lunch again, talk about how you’re doing and such. Maybe get Jason in on it too.”

Chris scoffed. “If he can spare five minutes. Though he did make the foot pedal for the bass drum, so I shouldn’t complain too much. But he’s… busy down at that workshop of his.”

“Yes… I saw pictures of the contraption he and Guillem designed. Haven’t seen it myself yet, but… well, we’ll talk later. All three of us.”

“Right. Enjoy your feast, I guess?”

“I’ll try.”

He turned away, but hesitated a moment. None of his friends were still in the room, all having been ushered out by the hall steward. Luckily for him, the servant the Third Prince had spoken with quickly led him out. That gave the steward the opportunity to bring out another, far more traditional-looking group of lute players, flute players, and other such musicians. These ones, however, did not set up in the center of the room, but rather on a stage-like area far to one side, behind the tables of some great houses.

That probably meant that the meal-portion of the feast was about over.

Alyssa gave a slightly nervous look around the crescent table as she retook her seat. Brakkt had his back to her, talking with the First Prince, but Companion noticed her look and offered a hearty wave.

“That was nice of you,” Alyssa said, turning to the Third Prince.

“Hm?”

“But I hope you weren’t just doing that because of me.”

“Getting that guy a few nights at the amphitheater? No. Was already considering it from halfway through his act.”

“I see… Well, that’s—”

“Oh, Lord Medai.”

Blinking, Alyssa frowned at the new presence at the table. People all around the room were up and moving at this point. Mostly mingling between the tables of the great houses. A few brave ones had approached the main table. Mostly men gathered around Irulon, but also a young woman standing across the table from the First Prince as well as this woman.

“Dina, is that you? Haven’t seen you in quite some time. How have you been?”

The woman flushed, probably finding it hard to believe that a prince would remember her. Though, in her extremely limited experience with the Third Prince, Alyssa doubted that he forgot about many pretty women.

Deciding to not listen in on their conversation, Alyssa turned her attention back to the main floor of the room. Several people were up and about at this point. The minstrels were playing and the people were moving. It wasn’t a dance that Companion had taught her… They didn’t actually seem to have partners. Everyone was moving between each other, weaving around while occasionally reaching out and touching hands. A big group dance of some kind. She wasn’t sure if there was some purpose to it or if they were just out having fun.

“I’m afraid you’re a little out of the loop, my dear. I was grievously injured, valiantly defending our great city from an incursion most foul. There will be no dancing for me tonight, I’m afraid. But perhaps you might be interested in seeing some of my scars back in my chambers?”

Alyssa just rolled her eyes. The woman looked more like a tomato at the moment than she had previously.

“I think I would love that. A chance to get out from under the gaze of my horrid uncle? Can we go now?”

Please,” Alyssa mumbled.

Apparently just a little too loud. The woman shot her a glare, but the Third Prince just grinned at Alyssa. “Can’t have us irritating the guest of honor tonight. Come, Dina dear.” Standing, the Third Prince waved her around the side of the table. The woman hesitated, seemingly noticing Fela for the first time as she started walking, but the prospect of spending the evening with the prince apparently won over her fear. Steeling herself, the woman quickly stepped past Fela. Shortly after, they disappeared out a side door.

“The feast isn’t over, is it?”

Fela, Alyssa just noticed, was a mess. Her face. Her paws. Even a bit down her front. Alyssa had taken incredible care to avoid getting food on herself. A slightly difficult task as the only utensils were a knife and a two-pronged meat fork. Better forks wouldn’t have helped Fela much, but she could have taken some care in eating…

Alyssa reached over, running her hands over Fela’s mouth, feeling an awful lot like the mother in a restaurant who had to break out the baby wipes for a grubby toddler. Except she didn’t have baby wipes. All she had was the power to utterly obliterate anything she wanted, which was probably better, all things considered. “I think the food part of the feast is over. Though if anyone does offer you more food, it would be nice if you could eat without getting too dirty.”

Looking back down at the dancing group, Alyssa had to ask. “Did your people have dances or anything like that?”

“Like that?” Fela said with a snort.

“It is a bit ridiculous, isn’t it?” Even back on Earth, Alyssa always thought dancing was pretty silly. She just went to the school dances because her friends were going. Beyond as a high school sophomore, she doubted she had danced even once. She certainly couldn’t remember any such occasion.

“Ridiculous or not, having tonight’s guests of honor go without at least one dance will surely reflect poorly on us.”

Alyssa turned around, expecting Brakkt because of the voice. Instead, she found herself staring up at the Pharaoh. She should have been more shocked, but somehow… she just wasn’t. Although their voices were similar, there were enough differences that, subconsciously, she probably knew just who was addressing her.

“It will be trying enough to get Irulon out there… but that is really to be expected at this point. She is always so focused… no time for little pleasantries that won’t always be around.”

Alyssa didn’t necessarily disagree with that, though she still didn’t think that dancing was at all pleasant. “What about Kasita, Fela, and Izsha? Are they going to be required to go dance? Do people even know that we’re supposed to be some guests of honor? It’s not like you announced the reason for this feast or had us give a speech or anything…”

The Pharaoh raised one smooth eyebrow. “Would you like to give a speech?”

“No,” Alyssa snapped out quickly. “No thank you.”

Which just made him chuckle. “As for your friends,” the Pharaoh said, half turning away. “I believe the mimic is already out there dancing.”

Blinking, Alyssa quickly glanced to the opposite end of the table. Both Izsha and Kasita were missing—as was Brakkt, now that she noticed; he was probably taking Izsha back to the stables. Sure enough, Kasita was down on the main floor, grinning wildly as she mimicked the weaving dance that all the rest of the nobles were performing. “Of course she is.”

“After this finishes, there will be a slightly more formal dance. If you would be so kind as to join me…”

Suppressing a frown, Alyssa considered. For a moment, she thought to reject the Pharaoh. His request didn’t feel like an order. It would probably still be rude, but…

She found herself wondering if Brakkt was going to return. Companion had gotten her all riled up. She didn’t really want to dance, but at the same time, she didn’t really feel like dancing with Brakkt would be a terrible experience. Thinking about it in the privacy of her own head where she could try to be honest with herself, she honestly didn’t know what she wanted. Except maybe a bit more of that mulled wine. Though maybe she had drank just a bit too much as it was.

“Companion taught me a slightly more formal dance. Might as well put the lesson to good use,” she mumbled after a moment of thought. Putting on a sly grin, she looked over to her friend. “Though only if you dance with Fela after.”

“Me? Why me? I don’t know how to dance.”

“If I have to suffer, so do you.”

“You’re thinking this will be far worse than it will actually be,” the Pharaoh said. “As for dancing with Fela… it would be my pleasure,” he added without a hint of sarcasm in his voice. Which made Alyssa feel a bit better about the whole thing. The Pharaoh and her friends, including Brakkt and Irulon, were probably the only ones who would actually dance with Fela. She doubted Fela cared, but she still didn’t want her friend to be left out if it did turn out to be a good experience.

Alyssa wasn’t counting on it, however. And, after a few more minutes, the dancing ended and the Pharaoh led her down to the dance floor by taking her hand. Alyssa didn’t know much about dances. She suspected that this was something akin to a waltz, but she really didn’t know the difference between a waltz and a tango. It didn’t involve changing partners, for which Alyssa was quite glad as she didn’t really want to dance with a whole bunch of nobles. Especially not with Decorous dancing a few paces away from her. The less she interacted with him, the better off everyone would be.

It wasn’t a slow dance either. Not the romantic kind that would finish off a high school dance, anyway—Alyssa had once danced with a boy during such a song, though it had been less dancing and more hugging while slowly sidestepping in a circle. Very awkward. For both of them.

Dancing with the Pharaoh was a little less awkward. Alyssa felt like she was making all kinds of mistakes, but the Pharaoh managed to keep going in perfectly smooth steps. So smooth that it made her wonder if he was somehow using Time magic to know when she was about to step on his feet and skillfully move out of the way in time.

“Companion has taught you well, it seems.”

Alyssa definitely did not feel like that was true, but she accepted the compliment anyway. “What do you actually think of Companion anyway?” she asked as she danced around the Pharaoh, using the dragon to keep the conversation away from herself.

“She certainly came as a surprise. It is unsettling just how similar her mannerisms are to those of my daughter. But she’s a lot more ambitious. Trying to claim seniority in terms of inheritance because she is an ancient dragon.” The Pharaoh gave a light chuckle as if the thought was amusing, but barely concerned him.

“Yeah… is that going to work?”

“I’m considering letting her and my eldest son have a little battle of wits and words over the next few years. Though perhaps I should consider something a bit more fair to the poor dragon.”

“Fair? You know that she and Irulon still share a mental connection, right? And she’s a dragon…”

“What do dragons do aside from laze about for decades if not centuries at a time? And in a contest of wits, my eldest son would triumph over my eldest daughter.”

“How much of that triumph comes from Irulon viewing the whole thing as a farce, only participating out of obligation instead of desire to win?”

The Pharaoh nodded his head, conceding the point. “It wouldn’t be a crushing victory, but I still believe my son would come out ahead. You haven’t spent much time with him, but he is sharper than you might think.”

“If she did win, would you actually let her sit on the throne of humanity? A dragon?”

“Why not? I’ve been looking to shake things up around here. Stagnation is death. A new perspective and a controversial leader might be enough to spur some changes in society.”

“Wouldn’t that start riots?”

“That would likely be part of the contest. Whoever rules next already needs to show that they can keep the houses from tearing each other apart. And themselves, where applicable.”

“So she actually has a chance?”

“All my children do. Some don’t think they do, which turns into a self-fulfilling thought. If they don’t think they can rule, they won’t rule. Simple as that.”

“So the First, Second, Third, and so on… That’s all just nonsense?”

“It certainly determines who gets the most training. But if one of my children can rise above the handicap of not having had my personal attentions since birth, doesn’t that mean they are vastly more fit to rule? Of course, I don’t plan to abdicate soon. Evaluations will continue.”

The minstrels wound down on their tune. The dance was almost at an end. She had honestly barely noticed the steps and moving about during her conversation with the Pharaoh. She wasn’t possibly good enough to have carried on while dancing, but at the same time, there was actually a certain serenity that came with letting her mind go and just following the steps of her partner…

The dance ended with a courteous bow to the Pharaoh, who returned the bow. Probably one of the few times that he actually bowed to anyone, even if it was just part of the dance. Before he could run off to ask Fela for a dance—something Alyssa was beyond excited to see—she had to ask one more question.

“And if I wanted to rule?”

The Pharaoh laughed. Not the polite chuckle he had done earlier, but a real hearty laugh. Alyssa found herself scowling at him. It was true that she didn’t want to be the Pharaoh, but she didn’t think she would be so bad at it as to warrant such a hard laugh. She thought she did a pretty good job acting as an intermediary between Illuna and the monsters. She had successfully managed to prevent any incidents from occurring… though maybe that was more thanks to Martin and Volta than anything she had directly done. She probably wouldn’t have been anywhere near as successful had she tried to do the same at Yora.

“I’ll speak with you later,” the Pharaoh said as he turned and headed back to the crescent table.

Alyssa tried to follow him back, less because she was following him and more because her seat was in the same direction, but wound up quickly stopped. And then stopped again. And again. Eight different people tried to proposition her for a dance. None of whom she knew. They kept coming, even as Alyssa politely rejected one after another. By the time she made it back to her seat, the next dance was already starting.

The Pharaoh and Fela were both down on the floor. All the other dancers gave them a wide berth. And yet, despite Fela having had absolutely no training from Companion or anyone else, the Pharaoh still managed to make her somewhat clumsy movements into something resembling a dance. It wasn’t graceful, but it did work. Somehow.

“Alyssa.”

Brakkt’s voice came from right behind her. This time, it had to be Brakkt. She had her eyes on the Pharaoh, after all. Though, as she set down the goblet of mulled wine, she supposed that the Pharaoh could probably use Time magic to be in multiple places at the same time.

“I thought you took off for the night,” Alyssa said as she turned to find that she really was speaking with Brakkt.

“Izhsa… probably didn’t appreciate the invitation as much as Fela. Let’s just say that.”

“Sorry. At least the food was good, right?”

“Heh… That is probably one of the few reasons it wasn’t biting your head off on the way out.”

“Izsha wouldn’t do that… would it? Izsha couldn’t have been that upset.”

“I might be exaggerating a little,” Brakkt said with a smile. “Still, I would probably avoid getting my father to bring the draken to things like this in the future.”

“Yeah, well… At least Fela seems to be having fun.”

The hellhound was currently making a game of the dance, seemingly trying to step on the Pharaoh’s feet. He didn’t let her, of course, which made Alyssa wonder if Fela was grinning or baring her teeth. It was hard to tell the difference. Still, it turned what was supposed to have been a rather slower dance into something far faster paced. More akin to something Alyssa might have seen in high school.

Most of the other dancers had stopped just to stare at the two. If the Pharaoh wanted to shake things up, taking Fela as a dance partner was certainly a good choice.

“Hey,” Alyssa said, glancing back over her shoulder. “You, uh… want to dance?”

The moment the words were out of her mouth, Alyssa snapped her head back to the dance floor. The heat in her cheeks welled. That wasn’t how it was supposed to have gone at all. Companion said that Brakkt would ask her. But she had gone and asked him? And now she was acting like some middle schooler asking out their first crush.

“Oh god…” Was that what he was? A crush? No. They were like work colleagues who hung out on the weekends. Friends. Good friends, even, but still friends…

“Is something wrong?”

Alyssa spun around… moving just a little too fast. There was a slight wobble in her step, but it vanished the moment Brakkt put his hands on her shoulders, helping to steady her. “No. Nothing wrong at all.”

“Good. Because I’d love to dance.”

“Okay.” Alyssa took a deep breath. Letting it back out, she smiled. “Okay. Let’s dance.”


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Feast I


Alyssa had never attended something that could be described as a feast before. Not on Earth. Not on Nod. The largest group-meal she had been to had been some fundraiser in high school. Nothing fancy, in fact the food had been terrible. It was just for parents to come and donate to the school theater group. Maybe an all-you-can-eat buffet counted, but that lacked the grandiose nature of the scene before her.

The palace was a large building with many large rooms, but this one had to be one of the largest. A dozen wide tables were set beneath enormous banners of various great houses. Each table could seat twenty. Some of the larger houses even had smaller tables set around them like little satellites. Not every seat was actually filled, though. Although Fela’s absence from the city had helped to calm down some of the racist anger, a few of the houses were still protesting humanity’s closer association with monsters and had only sent a few token individuals to participate in the night’s events. Even still, there were a few hundred people sitting around, all wearing clothes fitting of the upper crust.

Including Alyssa.

She had decided to not object to the dress or the sandals. After a bit of practice dancing with Companion, she had decided that the dress wouldn’t show anything that she was uncomfortable with and that the sandals, while she wished they were closed toed, were at least easy to move in.

Alyssa shot a quick glance to Brakkt. He, along with some of the other royal children, were all seated at the head table. The same one that Alyssa had been seated at, though she was quite far down toward the end. The other tables were all circular. This one was a long rectangle where people were only seated on one side so that they had an unobstructed view of the rest of the room. And so that the rest of the room had an unobstructed view of them. It wasn’t a perfect rectangle, though. It was slightly curved, like a crescent moon without the points. Just enough so that someone sitting at the table didn’t have to lean far forward to look at someone a seat or two away.

Brakkt was dressed in something almost resembling a modern suit. It had just a hint of robe-like qualities… maybe making it more like a tailcoat, though the front had criss-crossing laces up and down it rather than any buttons. It was a stark contrast to what he usually wore, which tended to either be his armor or something so extremely casual that he looked like any old peasant on the streets. His dark hair had been styled as well, having been washed and brushed. It made her wonder if servants had bathed him or if he had done it himself.

At that thought, Alyssa had to turn away before her cheeks lit on fire. Companion’s earlier talk had her all kinds of self-conscious that she didn’t need at the moment.

Irulon, who Alyssa decided to focus on to distract herself, was seated much closer though still a few seats away. Companion sat immediately adjacent to her. With the whole twin-thing they had going on, she might have thought that Irulon would have been wearing something similar to what Companion had with her sides open for all to see. But that couldn’t be further than the truth. Her dress more closely resembled Brakkt’s clothes, a suit except in dress form. It was open at the front, but long and flowing in the back and sides. Thigh-high stockings made her expose only a thin sliver of skin on her legs. The upper half was something more like what Alyssa had on. A vest, though hers had full sleeves.

She looked prim and proper. Chatting with a sibling of hers with a smile on her face, Alyssa might have thought that she was even happy to be here. Alyssa knew the princess just a little too well. The way her eyes narrowed every time something new distracted her, the way her legs were crossed, the corners of her mouth… She was more irritated than Alyssa could ever remember. Even being nearly killed by a gaunt was preferable to this, it seemed.

“So… what are you?”

Alyssa sighed. It had been a long time since someone mistook her for something other than human. The glowing eyes probably didn’t help, yes, but still… She turned to her side where the Third Prince was sitting directly adjacent to her, a man with a dress style similar to Brakkt, at least at the moment, though clearly far less interested in maintaining a healthy body despite his otherwise familial likeness. Alyssa was about to inform him that she was a human, only to hesitate. He wasn’t looking at her, but rather just past her.

To her opposite side, Fela glared out over the assembling members of the great houses. She had been dressed and washed as well. It was kind of a shame she hadn’t been around. Alyssa would have paid to see the servants try to wash her, both for their reactions to the hellhound as well as Fela’s reactions to being forcibly scrubbed down. Though knowing Fela, she had probably enjoyed the bath. It was the tailor that Alyssa really wished to have seen.

Fela normally didn’t wear much clothing at all. It was just her natural state of being. Because she had a humanoid body and because Alyssa had a feeling that most humans would freak out if she ran around completely naked at all times, Alyssa and Irulon had devised something along the lines of short-shorts and a thin top that she would be able to put on and take off easily enough. Metal chains provided easy gripping points even without opposable thumbs. She could just hook her claws into the metal and pull, essentially.

Alyssa doubted that she would be able to get in or out of what she was wearing tonight on her own, though the designers of the outfit had clearly taken inspiration from the metal chains of her usual clothes. She was the only one of the main table that wasn’t wearing either black or a dark maroon. Instead, she wore something more akin to a chain mail halter top, with the chain links being made from gold. There was a bit of the violet metallic thread woven in, but that was hardly visible against the predominantly gold background.

And she absolutely was not paying attention to the Third Prince.

Nudging her in the side got her looking over, but she had still completely missed the question.

Sighing, Alyssa looked back to the Third. “This is Fela. A hellhound. Which I’m sure you know as she works for your father.”

“Does it? Ahaha~ I don’t know these things. My brother is going to become the Pharaoh, so why bother learning? I just have to take it easy.”

Alyssa narrowed her eyes. Why couldn’t she have sat next to Irulon, Companion, or Brakkt? Or Kasita? Why did Kasita get to be down at the opposite end of the table? Was it to balance out the guests of the royal family? Fela and Alyssa on one end, Kasita and Izsha on the other?

Poor Izsha. The draken didn’t exactly have a chair or a place at the table. A banner bearing the shield and ravens emblem had basically been draped over its back. Alyssa felt a bit bad about mentioning Izsha at all, now. She was sure it would be far more happy down in the stables than being forced to stand around up here.

“Your eyes are pretty freaky. Yours too,” he added with a glance to Fela. “But I’m fine with freaky. Why don’t the three of us get out of here and—”

“I’ll break your legs.”

He pulled back, leaning to the left. “Scary~” His tone and his movements did not match his words. His word. And, after a moment, he leaned back toward Alyssa and Fela. “But I like scary too.”

Alyssa held out her hand. With a flourish of the power of creation, a pair of scissors appeared. “How do you feel about castration?”

His violet eyes turned toward the scissors in Alyssa’s hands. He jumped a little as she snipped them together. Licking his lips as if they were a bit too dry, he looked back to Alyssa. “Just a little too scary for me.”

Clenching her fists, destroying the scissors as she did so, Alyssa said, “Good.” Maybe it was a bit much to threaten a prince like that, but Alyssa was already a bit beyond irritated at the whole situation. And the seating arrangement. There were other princes around the table. Couldn’t she have gotten a different one for a neighbor?

A heavy gong echoed throughout the large chamber as she mused on the royal family. Amusingly, that made the Third Prince jump again, though the effect was probably ruined by Alyssa jumping as well. Her hand immediately moved to her side, but she grasped nothing but air. Neither her gun nor her spell cards had a place on this dress. All she had were a few cards slid into the vest portion of her outfit for emergencies and Tenebrael’s power. Which wasn’t anything to scoff at—she had been practicing the conjuration of completed spell cards—but she would have preferred to have been better armed.

Thankfully, nothing requiring the use of magic or bullets happened. It was just the signal for the feast to begin. Servants brought out huge trays of all kinds of goods. More variety in food than Alyssa had seen at any one meal since arriving… maybe even more than all the meals she had seen combined, but probably not quite that far.

Alyssa was glad that Companion had given her a brief rundown of what to expect or she would have been extremely confused by the absolutely massive slab of bread that the servants placed down first. It acted like a plate for the meal tonight, but afterwards, it would be broken up and handed out to the poor. It was just bread, but it would be soaked in juices from meat and vegetables and gravy, and covered in spices that would all give it more flavor than most poor people got to taste in their entire lives. Alyssa didn’t quite know what to think of the practice. On one hand, yes, it was good to give food to the less fortunate. But… handing out something she ate off, leaving behind bits of food all seemed kind of… disgusting.

But who was she to question a seemingly good-natured and quite charitable practice.

Beyond the bread plate, the servants started laying out trays of all kinds of goods. More bread, of the much smaller and directly edible variety, along with cured meats, cheese, olives, nuts, dried fruit and just about everything else one might find at a fancy catered wedding. Except little chocolates or a cake, obviously. There were more large food items as well, though those didn’t get set around the table for everyone to grab whenever they wished. The servants walked along, offering a large variety of roasted meats. Some were still on the bone. Others had been cut separate. Alyssa considered taking an absolutely massive drumstick from some kind of bird, maybe a giant goose or something, but after seeing how Fela was looking at it, decided to go for a much more reasonably sized and beautifully cooked lamb shank.

Alyssa couldn’t help but notice that the servant leaned really far back as Fela practically lunged for the massive drumstick.

Another servant came around, this one with drink. Alyssa wasn’t offered a choice with this one, she just got a glass of ruby red liquid poured into a fanciful goblet of silver. Not the amber-colored Tyrian wine that Irulon preferred, thankfully—it was far too sweet for Alyssa’s tastes. Giving it a little taste test, Alyssa found it to be quite good. She hadn’t been a sommelier back on Earth by any stretch of the word’s definition, but she had tried a few wines. This didn’t really taste like any. It was hot, surprisingly, and had a cinnamon-clove taste to it that tingled on the back of her tongue. Very unique, nothing like something she had tasted before.

Quite good. She might be calling for a refill before the end of the night.

The feast got fully underway shortly after the serving began. Some hall steward called for a brief invocation to Tenebrael, thanking her for… well, everything really. Luckily they just said “everything” and didn’t start a big long list, letting Alyssa get to the food a little faster.

It was by far the most tasteful and flavorful food she had eaten. Maybe not even just on Nod, but on Earth as well. Whatever gravy had been served was absolutely exquisite, but it almost felt a shame to pour it on the meat as the meat was delicious on its own. Really, it was far better suited for some of the dinner rolls. The cheeses were great and Alyssa didn’t even normally like cheese that much.

After a few minutes, the steward of the hall announced some entertainment.

Strippers.

Or so Alyssa thought at first.

There was a wide empty space in the middle of the hall with all the great houses’ tables set up around it. From the main doors, about a dozen people, both men and women, walked out. None were wearing much more than Companion was, most far less. They started out simply dancing, waving around sticks in a graceful manner. A few of them had long ribbons attached to their sticks, twirling them like a modern gymnast complete with acrobatics. Others simply had silver poles of varying sizes.

Their dance started slow and methodical. Over the course of a few minutes, it picked up, increasing in pace to the point where Alyssa really felt that they needed some music to go along with their dancing.

Then everything burst into flames. Literally. The metallic stick sprouted flames on either ends. The ribbons turned to whips of fire.

Alyssa tensed until she realized that nobody else was panicked. It was all part of the show. Flame twirlers and fire eaters. Probably arcanists as well.

“Bit jumpy, aren’t you?”

Grimacing, she shot a glance at the Third Prince. “Well excuse me for constantly finding myself among assassins and brigands.”

“I get that. I almost died not so long ago all because I’m some prince that will never see the throne.” He shrugged, popping a grape into his mouth. “But these guys are nothing to worry about. They get invited to every feast. Never even change up their routine. Watch the tall one in the middle. In a moment, he is going to spin the flaming staff in his hand, toss it straight up, and create an illusion that makes it look like the entire ceiling is on fire. There won’t be any heat, just the sight of it.”

Turning back to the flame twirlers, Alyssa watched. Sure enough, he was right. It was a dazzling display, but one that nobody actually reacted to. People were eating, talking among their neighbors, and hardly paying attention to the poor dancers. If they actually did the same thing every single time, it was no wonder that they got ignored. They really should at least switch it up a bit… then again, by being so ignored, they would be the perfect troupe for an assassin to infiltrate…

“But I heard rumors that there will be something new tonight. After these fire eaters clear out, we’ll be getting a lute player in.”

“A lute player is something new?”

“Supposedly.”

“Hm…” Turning back to the fire dancers, Alyssa had to frown. “I think these guys could use a lute player.” They did make noises. Lots of sharp ‘Ha’s that made their performance sound like something from a marital arts movie. “What do you think, Fela?”

The hellhound wasn’t paying much attention. Using one sharp claw, she was skewering just about every slice of cured meat that she could get from the tray while picking at her teeth using the completely meatless drumstick bone. She did stop at being addressed, but looked completely confused about what Alyssa wanted.

Sagely, Alyssa nodded. “That’s about what I thought.”

“Did you want some?” Fela asked, holding her claw up to Alyssa.

Deciding to sample some, Alyssa pulled the topmost skewered slice of meat from Fela’s claw. The hellhound looked heartbroken that her kindhearted offer had actually been taken up, but didn’t complain. As for the meat… it tasted just like a summer sausage. Good, but she always preferred her summer sausages on a cracker with a bit of cheese and a dab of sweet-hot mustard. While there was cheese on the table and bread could substitute for crackers, the mustard was really required to tie it all together.

Fortunately for Fela, a few servants came around again, offering more of the real meat. Fela happily took a gigantic hunk of meat on the bone, a slicing of pork belly, and a rather large pie of small chunks of meat that the servant helpfully informed them was actually rabbit. While the servants were around, Alyssa got a quick refill of her mulled wine.

Just in time for the flame tossers’ act to come to an end with a wall of fire filling the center of the room.

They bowed. People gave them a few polite acknowledgments. Not clapping, but snapping of the finger and thumb that equated to a softer but similar sound when compared with applause.

As they cleared out, a new group arrived. This one much smaller than the last, only a quartet. But Alyssa leaned forward, barely managing to avoid jumping to her feet. Although he had grown his hair way out, she still recognized the face of Chris as he dragged out a few lutes. What Alyssa could only assume were band mates—Chris found band mates?—were bringing out equipment as well. The largest being a set of very modernly arranged drums, even if the materials that had been used to construct them were far from modern. There was the big upright bass, a few smaller ones right above, a larger one to the side, and even some brass cymbals. The other big instrument was what looked like an upright bass, though the shape of the wood body looked more like an acoustic guitar than that of a traditional double bass.

It must have cost a fortune. Alyssa had to wonder just how Chris had managed to put together this little group. Given his presence here, he might have been bankrolled by someone in one of the great houses. That suspicion doubled over when she realized that one of the members was an arcanist. The woman pulled out a few spell cards and started casting them on the instruments. Sound amplification, Alyssa assumed.

The drummer sat down at the now assembled drum set, bowing his head like he had suddenly decided to take a nap. The arcanist moved to stand next to the bass, then bowed her head as well. The last of the band mates picked up a flute. Or maybe a recorder. Some wind instrument.

Finally, Chris sat down in front of what was clearly modeled after a microphone, but was probably just a simple piece of wood being used as the anchor for whatever voice amplifying spell the arcanist had cast upon it. To his sides were two separate instruments. A more traditional lute complete with the bent neck and a much more modern-looking acoustic guitar.

Picking up the lute, he glanced around, meeting the eyes of his band mates. With a small nod between them, he started playing.

Alyssa knew from the very first plucked string of that lute exactly what Chris was going to play. She wasn’t sure if it was the most famous intro riff in Earth’s history, but it was probably pretty close. The individual with the recorder joined in and, a few moments later, Chris started to sing.

“There’s a lady who’s sure

All that glitters is gold

And she’s buying a stairway… to Heaven…”


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