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DEVIL THEORY

By Peter Ingham
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Contents

Devil Theory .................................................................................................................................................. 1

By Peter Ingham ........................................................................................................................................ 1

Part 1 ......................................................................................................................................................... 3

Chapter 1 ....................................................................................................................................................... 4

Chapter 2 ..................................................................................................................................................... 16

Chapter 3 ..................................................................................................................................................... 27


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Part 1

The pillar sat there defiantly in the ground, immovable, unshakable, a tangible

Obelisk of the divine that never asked for your faith, it demanded it. And you had no

option to comply, because its all that you know, all youve been taught, drummed into

your consciousness so much it had burrowed deep into your sub-conscious and became

a base instinct, a bad habit. It was your drug; it could impart the greatest state of

euphoria or the deepest sense of despair on a whim. Love, hate, fear, loathing, life, and

most importantly death, all rolled into one.

-Ardent Drecht


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CHAPTER 1

Ardent stared down from atop the hill, his faced curled in judgemental disgust at the

army of people gathered around the Obelisk. It was their third and final time of

benediction for today. The huddled masses grovelled before the monolith and began a

chant with hypnotic cadence. The mantra reached its crescendo as a man clad in a black

robe; the hems stained in bloody silk, appeared from within the tower and walked out

with his arms extended wide to address the fervid crowd.

Welcome, my brothers and sisters Exclaimed the man in black, his eyes wide with

menace.

A guttural snarl escaped Ardents throat as he turned his head and spat on the floor.

Pawn

The man in black paced frantically down one side of the crowd to the other, his

actions becoming more intense as he fed off their heightened state of rapture. It was

what they did best, what they were born and bred for. They, were Speakers, the mouth

of the Obelisk, the middle-man between the grovelling, huddled, scared mortal and the

staunch, expansive, fearless towers. And he loathed them almost as much as he loathed

the Obelisk.Almostas much, because Ardents pragmatism took over his disdain for the

Speakers, because, after all, they were mere pawns, the puppet master always pulled the

strings.


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A dark veil has fallen upon our fair and humble city my loyal worshippers. The

Speaker proclaimed. There are people who would try and destroy our faith, steal away

our hopes and dreams for their own selfish agendas.

The crowd let out gasps and wails, vocalising their shock and despair, whispering to

each other hurriedly, trying to discern what the Speaker could mean. But, before they

could decipher his cryptic words, the Speaker thrust an accusing finger out into the

crowd. The digit drew a line in the masses, almost as if coming into its focus would be

like a knife in the recipients chest.

Someone in this very audience was responsible for helping a group ofSaladinian

sneak into this city; a city that offers every man, woman and child salvation, if they

truly desire it. Now tell me dear brethren why would someone try to destroy all that we

have worked for?

The gasps and wails from before had now become more visceral snarls and shouts of

outrage and disgust. The crowd were straining forward but their advances halted at an

invisible mark in the ground, not daring to edge any further forward. Then, when the

Speaker saw that he had brought his audience to a state of climax, he turned to face the

Obelisk.

Great tower, mark out this traitor, so that we may exact your just and fitting

punishment.

The crowd fell into silence as they exchanged accusational stares; everyone here

was a heretic until the Speaker proclaimed otherwise. A few seconds past, the tension

sealed the masses throats and constricted their muscles, the apprehension gnawing at


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their insides. After what seemed like a lifetime of waiting a beam of light shot forth

from the tower and pinpointed a middle-aged man in the crowd. It appeared as if the

finger before had painted the accused in an undetectable ink that only he and the

Obelisk could distinguish.

The tower has passed judgement Cried the Speaker, bring him to the altar!

The man tried to fight off the encroaching fanatics but to no avail. Five men carried

him to the altar in front of the Obelisk and restrained him on the stone. He struggled for

his life but could not shake off his attackers. The Speaker methodically approached the

traitor and the volume of the crowd increased, to which he revelled in.

The tower has identified you as the traitor amongst us, what do you say to this?

The traitor attempted to spit at the Speaker but his aim was slightly off, however the

blow he abruptly received would have been no less powerful whether it had hit its

intended mark or not. A sinister smile crept its way onto the Speakers face as he took

vicarious satisfaction in the broken form before him.

Well, I see that you do not contest the accusation. Judgement shall be swift then, be

thankful for that at least.

The Speaker thrust his arm vertically into the air, doing so caused a tenebrous blade

to materialise from nothingness. The appearance of the blade sent the crowd into

hysterics, for this was a punishment that was not often seen. He held his arm aloft for

several seconds, bringing the tension to breaking point. Ardentknew what was to come.

The Speaker brought his arm down in a swift arc sending the blade careering into the

traitors chest. Blood spewed forth from his mouth, which choked, and then eventually


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drowned him in the crimson liquid. The crowd burst into cheers, rejoicing in the

traitors death. The Speaker lapped it up hungrily.

Justice has been delivered! He proclaimed.

The crowd cheered even louder, but then the Speaker began to wave his hands,

gesticulating for his attentive audience to quieten down.

That is not all the justice that we have to execute today though.

Again the audience scanned each other with accusing glances.

Bring out the Saladinian prisoner

The Speaker looked to his left and the audience followed his gaze as two guardsmen

led a prisoner clad in robes toward the altar. The guardsmen pulled the robe off of their

captive showing them to the eager crowd. The Saladinian prisoner was an athletic, olive

skinned female with shoulder length silver hair. She was clothed in a sandy yellow

outfit that wrapped itself around her body like leathery tendrils.

Behold. The Speaker announced. A surviving Saladinian from last nights attack,

we have saved her especially for judgement this day

*---------------------*

Ardent could tell from the erratic movements of the crowd below that this prospect

had excited them even more than the traitor. The Saladinian were an ancient warrior

race, expected to be extinct in most parts of the world by the aggressive armies of the

human race with a tendency to kill what they did not understand. But the human race

were not wholly to blame for it was Obelisks doing, it had provided them with a means


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to eradicate the Saladinian, like a virus that would target their race alone. For they were

the only real threat that the Obelisks had to deal with, because they were the only race

that were unable to be taken under its control. Armies had risen to eradicate the people,

causing them to live like hermits, hidden away in the last vestiges of their homeland.

Anyway, it didnt matter, shed be dead soon. He began to walk towards the Obelisk.

*---------------------*

The Speaker now stood in front of the altar with his prisoner lying prostrate before

him. Again he raised his hand in the air, and again the blade materialised out of

nothingness. It didnt stop at just one this time though, another blade appeared, and then

another, and another, the process repeating itself until five blades hung in the air like

fanged teeth.

The crowd held their breath in anticipation of the prisoners impending doom. The

Speaker looked around eagerly, not wanting to disappoint. His arm lurched downward

to complete the arc but faltered halfway as a giant shockwave surged through the

ground.

The Speakers gaze tore away from the prisoner and towards the Obelisk. There,

atop the towers highest point stood Ardent.

Ardents right hand worked furiously inscribing the runes upon the Obelisk. Once

the inscription was complete, he thrust his palm into the centre symbol causing blue

veins of light to course through the tower. Multiple explosions lambasted the structure,


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spitting out chunks of dark rock onto its worshippers. Ardent continued to hold his hand

steady but was interrupted as black dagger shot past him, slicing his face. The Speaker

down below locked eyes with Ardent and rapidly loosed another volley of daggers. He

nimbly side stepped out of the way but was caught off guard by a blade that burrowed

into the stone below him, stealing his footing.

The satisfied Speaker turned round to once again address the panicking masses.

Be still followers of the tower, order has been restored.

The chaos slowly dissipated into semblance of order once more and the grovelling

structure once again aligned itself.

Let us continue with the execution

*---------------------*

Ardent toppled over the edge of the Obelisk and began his long descent to the

ground. Chagrin rather than panic stung his gut, as he dug his hand deep into the tower,

using the friction that ensued to slow his momentum down. He landed safely on the

ground several seconds later and shook his slightly sore hand out of habit rather than

necessity. Ardent could still hear the voice of the Speaker from around the opposite side

of the Obelisk and wasted no time in making his way toward him.

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Once again the Speaker took on his role as judge, juror and executioner, and once

again the blades loomed over the prisoner. The Speakers hand shot up.

We shall skip the last words Saladinian

However this time the Speaker did not even get chance to begin his arc downwards,

for there was no forearm to do so. The blades dissipated into the air and the Speaker

collapsed on the ground in agony, clutching his lost appendage as blood jettisoned onto

the cold stone. The guards turned to face Ardent, weapons held low as they encircled

him. They needed no instruction on what course of action to take; only death awaited

traitors and heretics. Feral growls would soon be accompanied by flourishes of steel and

the cacophony of grinding metal.

Ardent saw the men the approaching as he extended his left hand out to his side.

After a few seconds an ebony long sword disgorged itself out of the void and Ardent

grasped the tangible handle. The guards beset him simultaneously and Ardent brought

his sword up to parry the left guards overhead strike and then dodged quickly to the

side to evade the second guards thrust. Balling his fist he struck the right guard square

in the jaw, downing him instantly, and then twisted to knee the other in the crotch,

bowling him over.

The Speaker rose shakily and withdrew a blade from within his seemingly infinitely

shadowed sleeve and thrust the tip accusingly toward Ardent.

I dont think that will help you much. Ardent said as he leisurely approached the

altar. He stole a quick glance at the masses as they stood in shock all but a stones throw


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away. They were either playing it smart and thinking it wise that someone more capable

deal with him, or they were most probably playing it scared. Either way worked for him.

The Speaker shot him a sinister glare. It will help me accomplish what was

commanded of me today. He spat at Ardent, his animosity pluming saliva into the air.

Is it really worth your life though? Ardent reasoned.

The Speaker let out a bestial growl and turned around raising his good arm up,

attempting to complete the execution. Ardent dashed forwards and swung his blade

fiercely at the Speaker, the sword however did not strike flesh and bone; it connected

with something much harder, causing the blade to shudder. The Speaker had been

replaced by a stone replica, stuck mockingly in the same pose. Ardent went immediately

on the defensive, turning around sharply to face the Obelisk. There, fifty feet in the air,

hovered the Speaker.

Well done. It would seem you have what you want. For now. The Speaker

shouted.

Whats the matter? Can the tower not protect you from me? replied Ardent.

The Speaker curled his lip and then slowly floated backwards, absorbing himself

into the tower.

Kill him! The Speakers voice rang out, amplified by the structure.

Ardent looked quickly around, taking stock of the situation. He snapped his fingers

and the runes inscribed on the tower shone and sparked to life, eating at the structure. It

wouldnt stand for much longer. The enraged masses began to approach the altar, some

armed with primitive clubs and knives. Time to go I think. Ardent ran up to the altar to


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gain the higher ground. Damnit, theyre closing in. His back was now against the altar,

time was running out.

Help me A voice pleaded from behind him.

Ardent looked around; surprised to see the prisoner awake and struggling on the

altar. I dont need any dead weight.

Please, She said I can help you find anotherObelisk, I know the location

What makes you think that I need your help?

Because without me you wont be able to get past Sentinel

Ardent narrowed his brow and stared at the prisoner. He would have to make a

decision. Angry mobs moved awfully quickly.

After a few seconds of procrastination he rushed over to untie the restrained

woman. He put her over his shoulder and looked around for an appropriate escape route.

The mob failed to disappoint as they promptly had him surrounded, cutting off all the

exits.

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Ardent frantically looked around, scanning the area with a pinpoint precision,

looking for any opening. Seeing no other options, Ardent turned to face the altar again;

he bolted towards it and used it as a platform to dive into the sea of people. He sprinted

across the makeshift walkway unsteadily, using the cultists shoulders and heads as

impromptu stepping stones until he managed to land on the other side of the crowd.

Ardent ran up the hill towards the exit of the subterranean city, where a tiny portion of

moonlight could be seen struggling to filter through.


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The army likewise followed Ardent, their path more straightforward than his, for he

made his escape by the cities level rooftops at a furious pace. Pieces of tiled roofing

cracked and broke under the powerful thudding of his boots. The woman didnt slow

him down much, the biggest inconvenience was the extra weight he now carried on his

right side. This proved a problem when attempting to dodge the primitive projectiles the

fanatics hurled at them. One had grazed his temple in mid air as he bounded from the

top of a shack onto the side of the mountain path. The pain wasnt a problem; however,

the blood that was now blurring his vision wasnt doing him any favours.

The screaming of the mob became no less thunderous as Ardent crested the cities

hill and a quick steal back at them showed that amazingly, they were keeping somewhat

of a pace with him. The air became slightly cleaner and more refreshing but with the

fanatics still in tow he would have had trouble finding the time to savour it.

Hed have plenty of time if-no-when, they got out.

The mouth of the exit drew ever closer, it squatted, teasingly like a monsters maw

with sharp stalagmites for teeth, the only kind of monsters maw you actively wanted to

run straight in to. As the light drew closer he willed the thing to swallow him up.

Ardent took one last breath of thick, putrid air as he burst through the threshold.

*---------------------*

Ardent emerged out of the subterranean exit a few seconds later, his lungs burned as

his heart attempted to punch through his chest. He snapped his head back to survey the

encroaching mob, moving as if they were one entity screaming and bawling at him.

Thinking quickly, Ardent dropped the prisoner like a sack of sand on the ground and ran


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to the mouth of the cave. He put his finger to the ground and drew a long line in the

sand. The mob crested the hill, their weapons glistening off what little light was present.

His right fist rose into the air, feeling power cord through his muscles, he slammed it

down with an explosive force. The ground shook as blue veins coursed across the width

of the cave and rose up to create a giant stone wall that burst upward like a man

surfacing for air after nearly drowning. Far too close.

Shaking his head he turned to regard the Saladinian captive. Come on, lets go.

The Saladinian picked herself up from the ground and brushed off the sand from her

clothes. How are we supposed to get out of here?

Without saying a word, Ardent clicked his fingers. The prisoner looked around

expectantly, but then after nothing seemed to happen, she put her hands on her hips and

looked at him incredulously.

What, you can just click your fingers and-

The sound of a roaring engine cut her off mid sentence as a dark vehicle careered

over a ridge the prisoner stood under. Instinctually the woman covered her head with

her arms and let out a yelp. The vehicle hit the floor like a fist and ground to halt next to

a waiting Ardent, the doors then opened vertically, welcoming him as he entered the

vehicle. The prisoner stood there, gawping in amazement; the machine was more akin to

an all terrain vehicle than it was a car, capable of stalking across the land rather than

driving across it.

Get in. Ardent said flatly, and the woman wasted no time in doing so.


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Inside, the vehicle was no less impressive than it appeared from its exterior, an array

of switches, monitors and panels illuminated the interior, perpetuating a soft glow. The

prisoner noticed that she was seated in the driving chair and looked quizzically at

Ardent.

Ive set a course for the nearest town in the direction we want to go. Its about five

hours drive north easterly. Ardent said as he made himself more comfortable. You

can drive.

Arent you worried that I could kill you in your sleep? She said.

No. He replied casually.

The prisoner cocked her head. Why?

I dont die that easily.


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CHAPTER 2

The prisoner put her hands on the wheel and the engine fired up once more.

Dont you want to know my name?

Does it matter? Ardent replied.

Its Alyssia. She said sternly, not used to being in the presence of someone so

apathetic when it came to simple social etiquette. And the pleasure of your name?

Ardent He sighed.

And with that, Alyssia drove off.

A few hours had past when Ardent was woken by the sudden course terrain the ATV

had embarked on. He opened his eyes slightly; the sun threw spears of light through the

forested area they now drove through.

Glad to see youre awake. Alyssia said without taking her eyes off the road.

Ardent shuffled about in his chair to gain a better vantage of the region they were

now in. You sure were going in the right direction?

We had to take a slight detour, there was a policed checkpoint set up on the road

east of this forest.

Thats unusual; they habitually dont stray far from the Obelisksgrasp.

Alyssia began to nod her head in agreement, It would seem that the towers powers

have been increased somehow.

Ardent ran a rough hand through his bristled chin, There must be more Obelisks

being erected.


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Again Alyssia nodded her head, Our-my sources last told me that there was one

that was constructed in the town that we are heading towards.

We better keep a low profile then. Ardent replied as he rested his head against the

side window and began to drift back into his slumber.

*---------------------*

The sunset was graceful in the saloon town of Breckenridge, the purple and orange

hues melted on the horizon which bathed the city in a warm glow. However, the sunset

was overshadowed by a newly erected Obelisk that stood in the centre of the town. The

tower paled in comparison to the one that was located in the subterranean city Ardent

had rescued Alyssia from. But in time, it would reach completion, for now it was in its

infancy. The Obelisks fed off the spirits of its worshippers, using their souls to

construct the dark matter that gave the tower its tangibility; dark matter that also

provided its Cardinals (Speakers being one division of this) with their powers.

The third and final time of benediction was only a few hours away and the people

went about their daily business, whether that was running a small food shop or the busy

bartend shift at the Crescent Moon hotel. The streets were sparsely littered with people

however, most probably due to the sandstorm that was passing through the area. And it

was under this guise, that Ardent and Alyssia made their way into town.

They had left the ATV a mile outside the town as not to draw any unnecessary

attention to themselves and dressed in weather beaten travelling robes, effectively

masking their true identities. Word travelled like wildfire between towns, even without


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the help of the Obelisks, when someone spoke, everyone heard. It would not have been

too difficult for him to slip by but he suspected the girl lacked subtlety. They both

headed toward the largest building in town, the Crescent Moon hotel, which was a

stones throw away from the Obelisk. The building was in surprisingly good shape

considering the mostly dilapidated houses and shops in the rest of Breckenridge. A

gaudy red neon sign was mounted on the large archway above the door and it flickered

irritatingly in the evening light. The building looked as if it had been recently painted a

bland cream colour, but the job was yet to be finished Ardent assumed due to the

abandoned buckets of paint left on a sill. You cant polish crap.

Ardent pushed through the saloon doors with ease, but cringed slightly at the loud

scratching noise that ensued, like the high pitched squeal of a banshee. He and Alyssia

stopped suddenly, a thousand eyes froze them in place, but only for a second as they

then returned to their drinking and card games. Ardent turned round to Alyssia and leant

in.

Go find a place to sit; Im going to the bar., he began to walk away, but Alyssia

shouted to him.

Ill havea water.

This time he mentally cringed as he made his way over to the bar. There were a few

drunkards hunched over on the stools, whispering sweet nothings into empty shot

glasses. An old bartender in stereotypical garb of a black waist coat-white shirt

combination leaned back on an ale barrel rubbing an empty tankard. Ardent sidled up

and leant on the sticky oak bar, the barman, seeing this slowly walked up to him.


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Whatll it be? He asked.

Without raising his head Ardent indicated the amount with his left hand. Two

whiskies.

The barman bent under the hood of the bar and returned with two glasses which he

promptly laid down. He then walked over to the shelf where the liquor stood like a

platoon of soldiers and picked up a clear bottle with a murky brown liquid inside. He

began to return when Ardents voice stopped him mid-stride.

Not that one, the one with the bird on-the good stuff.

The barman looked at him quizzically, Sure you can afford it?

Ardents head remained low, I wouldnt have asked if I couldnt. And with that,

the bartender poured the liquor into the two glasses. Ardent immediately downed one,

and then tapped the bar, indicating a refill.

Show me your colour. The bartended said calmly. Ardent stood up and put his

hand into his robes; he pulled out two gold pieces and tossed them onto the bar.

More than enough. He said, to which the bartender filled the glass again. He

placed the whisky bottle down as his eyes darted across the room before he leant in

closer to Ardent.

So, what brings you to these parts then stranger?

Worship Ardent replied casually.

Thats good to hear, the Speaker has enriched the lives of his faithful brethren in

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Ardent lifted his head and looked around the bar. If this is what you call

enriched.

The bartender wore a slightly sullen expression, but then his face brightened up.

The Speaker says that the path to redemption is a long and arduous one and that-

Not possessing the metal fortitude to listen to the man prattle on, Ardent took his

leave, See you at the time of benediction.

*---------------------*

Ardent arrived at a table in the corner of the room where Alyssia sat uncomfortably

in a coarse wooden chair. He set the whisky down on the table and then pulled out a

chair for himself opposite her.

Enjoy your water. Ardent said without cracking the slightest of a smile and

Alyssia looked inquisitively at the murky liquid.

What is it? She asked.

Whisky-.just drink it. Ardent said, starting to become agitated.

Alyssia picked up the drink cautiously and put her lips to the glass, taking a sip. A

few moments past in silence, and then, she downed the rest of it.

Its good. She exclaimed, and then hiccupped in satisfaction.

Fantastic. Ardent replied dryly as he took another sip of his whisky.

The two stayed in the bar for an hour, barely exchanging words, Ardent robotically

returning to the bar when both of them had finished their drinks and by the time the sun

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become quite intoxicated off the potent whiskey and had fallen asleep on the table,

snoring like a child as Ardent watched unmoved. As he was thumbing the empty whisky

glass in his hand the patrons of the bar stood to face the entrance. A deadly silence

blanketed the bar; the crass, noisy, chatter had dissipated into rhythmic breathing shared

by everyone in the room (save Alyssias snoring and Ardent) and the pianist had

stopped playing some rag-time hit. Ardent turned to regard the zombie-like individuals

that now seemed to be acting as one living, breathing entity.

The silence was broken seconds later as the saloon doors swung open and a Speaker

entered the bar.

My brethren, come, congregate, the time of the third benediction is nigh. He

announced, and Ardent could make out the glossy smile that starkly contrasted his onyx

coloured garments. The patrons then started to file out of the building methodically,

with an even flow and Ardent thought it best that he and Alyssia follow suit as not to be

discovered. He gave her a quick shove and Alyssia awoke in a drunken haze, Ardent

helped her out of the seat and waited until the Speaker had departed before they left.

Outside there were several hundred people in long lines, all kneeling attentively in

front of the Obelisk. The Speaker stood before his collective audience on a large pulpit

that seemed to act as an extension of his form. He opened his arms wide, like he did

every time, like all the Speakers did, and addressed his captive audience.

I welcome you brothers and sisters, and lay praise to your unfaltering faith and

resolve. You all have been loyal worshippers and this has not gone unnoticed in our

eyes, for today we have a very special member of our faction here to speak with you.


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This doesnt bode well. Ardent looked around cautiously, scanning his surroundings

for a visual clue as to who the Speaker was referring to.

What are we doing? Alyssia protested in a drunken stupor.

Ardent shot her a glare as did some of the other congregation. Kneel down and

keep your mouth shut! And even though his words were no more than a whisper, they

carried the weight of a ton of bricks. Alyssia complied as Ardent leant in. If we draw

attention to ourselves then were screwed, go that? She nodded and fell silent.

It didnt take long though for him to ascertain where this mystery man was going to

appear from as his entourage made their way from behind the tower. The entourage

consisted of members from The Raveian guard, an elite protection unit of abyss born

bipedal creatures that resembled human females clad in crimson coloured armour.Hes

important.

A few seconds after the guards had positioned themselves in a defensive formation

they nodded to the Speaker, his cue to provide the guest with an introduction. The

Speaker returned briefly to the pulpit to do just that.

Brothers and sisters please welcome and pay homage to Fourth carrier of the Arc,

Lord Magnus.

Magnus! Ardent shot up from his knelt position to gain a better view of the

approaching lord. Magnus rounded the corner of the Obelisk and strode powerfully

towards the pulpit; the Speaker moved out of the way with a series of bows as Magnus

took his place. The fourth carrier of the Arc had a straight athletic build with a thin pale


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face; he dressed in red leather that clung tightly to his frame. Around his waist he

holstered two oversized magnum pistols.

Again, I will extend my thanks to all that have come here today seeking

redemption. He said to the attentive audience, as Alyssia (now slightly more sober)

grabbed Ardents arm and pulled him back down.

We dont want to draw any attention to ourselves. Echoing his reasoning from

earlier, their positions now switched. After a few tense seconds, he complied. Alyssia

then leaned into his side and asked, Who is he?

Through gritted teeth, Ardent replied. Hes a higher up, as close as they come to

the top-a real bastard

Alyssia shot him a concerned glance, You know him?

Ardent craned his neck towards the full moon, Weve crossed paths before, a long

time ago.

And how did that end? She asked, and for the first time he stared directly into her

eyes and replied.

Badly.

Their attention was then drawn back to Magnus as he began to speak again.

You should be very proud my fellow brethren for you have been selected to be the

first people to truly experience the Obeliskssalvation. And with that he thrust his arm

up into the air and clenched his fist. The Obelisks runes began to glow with a vile red

hue and throbbed melodically in the moonlight. This is bad. Ardent turned to Alyssia

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We have to go. His voice held a firm, urgent timbre.

Why? Whats going on? She replied, suddenly worried.

Its happening again, the redemption process, the town is going to be obliterated for

a mass collection of souls-we only have a few minutes.

What?

Ardent didnt have to explain any further at this point in time and yanked Alyssia up

from the ground and pulled her towards the back of one building.

We need to run as fast as we can to the ATV or well be caught in the blast.

The knot that turned in her stomach sobered her more than she thought possible as

she composed herself, ready to flee this place in a trail of dust.

*---------------------*

Magnus still remained at the pulpit, his eyes flickered as the people took flight but

he thought nothing of it, there were more than enough souls here to fill the quota, and

thats all the mattered.

Well, my brothers and sisters, the time of redemption is upon us, you shall each

walk into the saviours arms.

The crowd cheered wildly, having no clue that their lives were to be snuffed out

within a few minutes. They still stood there in awe, entranced by the Obelisks presence

and the overwhelming sense of euphoria that welled within them. Magnus dismounted

the pulpit and approached the Obelisk; he put his hand up to the stone, the motion

revealing a opening which he entered. A few seconds later the Speaker followed suit,

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ever brighter and their frequency had increased tenfold to what they had been at the

beginning of the ceremony. And still the crowd knelt, totally unaware of their

impending deaths, too entranced by the tower to care.

The ground shook violently, spitting up dust off the towns floor like detonated

landmines, filling the air in a thick, whirring fog that emulated the sandstorm from

earlier. The crowd began to cough violently as the dust clawed and parched their

throats. Then the shaking stopped and the town became still, like the surface of water

that moments before staged to a storm. The air had become sterile as the area choked in

its protracted silence. A white flash scorched the town, as bright as a thousand suns, the

light laid waste to the populace in the towers wake, evaporating them where they knelt,

leaving no recognition of their existence save the buildings they had once inhabited. The

town fell into silence once more, no birds or cicadas could be heard chirping, even the

tumble weeds had ceased to roll in the breeze-a town once bustling now devoid of all

human life. Another hollow shell. The price of redemption.

*---------------------*

After the town had been cleansed the door on the Obelisk once again revealed

itself, and out of its black mouth stepped Magnus and the Speaker.

Were done here. Magnus said as he triumphantly observed the towers

handiwork. Lets move on to the next one.

As you wish, my Lord. With a bow the Speaker began to return to the door of the

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Ill report back to Sentinel, you carry on. Magnus said, still staring out at the now

empty road where the crowd once knelt. A smile tugged at the sides of his mouth as he

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CHAPTER 3

Ardent rolled off Alyssias fleshy body and onto solid sand and gravel. He dusted

himself off and nonchalantly turned round to regard her. He rolled his eyes and then

offered her his hand to which she eagerly accepted. After steadying herself she gawked

incredulously at the husk of a town that had once been teeming with life. Ardent

appeared to be nonplussed by the extermination as he lit a cigarette and marked a trail

back to the ATV.

For him the town was just another cog in an infernal machine, no use getting worked

up over a part you couldnt change. There was more at stake to which he kept reminding

himself and Magnus was one of the driving forces behind the Obelisks. Not the most

important part, but as close as you came to the wizard behind the curtain.

They had just cleared the blast zone but the shockwave had the potential to deal

considerable damage to Alyssia if Ardent had not of shielded her from its destructive

impact.

Theyre all gone. She muttered to herself which broke Ardents gait and he turned

round to confront her, hands on hips.

Theres nothing we couldve done, to attack while Magnus and his guard were

there wouldve been suicide.

But what happened to them?

They were absorbed into the Obelisk and fed through its channels to one main

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One main tower. Alyssia echoed.

Ardent nodded, The main Obelisk; Primoris, wherever the hell it is.

But why did they kill everyone, I thought they needed them.

Harvested is the word youre looking for. This town didnt have that many people

but had enough to make harvesting them worthwhile. Larger cities usually have

something more going for them. Theyre pragmatic about who they harvest.

You seem to know quite a lot about them.

I should do, knowing your enemy is half the battle. You however, dont seem to

know anything which makes me question why youre here. Do the Saladinians even

send women out of their enclave?

Well-er.

Whatever. He replied, bored of the conversation and walked off.

Oh and...thank you..again. She said staring at the ground, It seems to be

becoming quite a habit of mine

Dont worry. Ardent replied, You can show your gratitude by driving again.

How kind. She remarked dryly as they walked the rest of the way to the ATV.

The two entered the vehicle and sat down, Ardent immediately reclining back and

resting his Stetson over his eyes. The gentle vibration from the engine as it fired up

relaxed Ardent and he could feel the lids of his eyes become weighted. Alyssia

meanwhile pondered what course to take when Ardent tapped the navigational screen

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there, she put her foot down and vigilantly followed the directions. She had enough

thoughts whirring around her mind like trapped birds in a cage to let one more in.

*---------------------*

After a short while Alyssias original plan to focus on her own inner turmoil fell by

the wayside. This was partly from her curiosity of Ardent but mainly because turning it

over and over again in her mind did nothing but snowball her guilt and anxiety. The

man was asleep, his chest rose rhythmically as the rest of his body lay there motionless.

Not wanting to overtly solicit his attention she scanned the dusty road ahead and her

eyes widened when she found what she was looking for.

Alyssia swerved the vehicle causing the front tire to dive into a gaping pothole in the

road. The ensuing action violently jolted the ATV knocking Ardents head against the

side window, replacing his austere sleepers mask with one of acute annoyance.

Rough road. She remarked, not taking her eyes off the road.

He shrugged it off and was about to return to his slumber when Alyssia looked at

him, It seemed that you had some history with the one they called Magnus

Weve met before.He replied, lighting up. He guessed she wasnt about to let him

go back to sleep.

Did you fight him?

Not him, another one. Magnus just has something of mine.

Has something?

Ardent swept back his overcoat and tapped an empty holster.

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Ardent shifted in the seat and brought his Stetson over his eyes. Something more

important than a gun and that gun is important. He replied cryptically.

Something more important that an important gun? She said bemused, Whats

that?

Arent you supposed to be driving? Ardent said irritably.

Alyssia promptly turned her full attention back to the road and carried on. They set a

course for Sentinel; the gated metropolis as it was known to many as, due to the huge

Sentinel gate that barricade one of the largest Obelisks in the land from the outside city.

Penetrating even the city outside the gate would be a task in itself, but Ardent had

thought of a plan that would provide them with a more subtle way of entering the city

undetected.

*---------------------*

After a few hours of rest Ardent opened his eyes. The setting sun exhaled soft

oranges intertwined with lazy purples that reminded him of water spilled on oil paint as

the colours bled out. He checked the ATVs navigational system and saw that they were

still a good few hours away from their destination. He lit himself a cigarette and then

turned to regard Alyssia.

So, He started, Lets hear some of this information you have about Sentinel.

Her eyes darted around awkwardly. Its that good is it? He asked sarcastically.

What was I supposed to say? Alyssia said, both offended and slightly worried,

You would have let me die if I hadnt made rescuing me seem worth it.

That so? He replied calmly, a slightly sinister look crossing his face.


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I guess now I could just kill you, if you have no use.

You wouldnt-Ill crash! Her grip tightened on the wheel.

Alyssias eyes locked with Ardents, eyes narrowed. Unable to keep the facade up

any longer his face showed the makings of a smirk as he shook his head and turned to

gaze out of the window.

Im sure youll have time to prove yourself useful. Besides, who could chauffeur

me around?

Ill chauffeur you off the nearest cliff. She remarked under hear breath which only

contrived to upturn his lips further.

*---------------------*

After several hours of driving, the Sentinel gate rose up from the horizon, framed by

the setting sun. It was an imposing site, the same onyx black as the giant Obelisks that

were dotted around the land like ink spots on an atlas. And the one housed behind the

Sentinel gate was just as daunting as the rest of them, devoid of light, shrouded in

darkness. Ardent shuffled in the passengers seat, suddenly animated.

Were going to have to pull up in the next city, a few miles from here. They check

everyone going into Sentinel, so we cant just ride in there.

So whats the plan then? Alyssia said calmly.

Theres a city just outside Sentinel, Deenar, we can stowaway on an air freighter.

Ardent said, gesturing to the ships that were passing to and fro between cities. The

place acts as dock off point, so the ships can refuel and be maintained. We can make our

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Im slightly sceptical of the whole thing. She replied flatly.

It worked last time. He stated while staring at the city.

They pressed on for a couple of hours until they came to the gate of the air-port

town; Ardent tipped the brim of his hat low, covering his face as they approached the

guards at the entrance. One of the men; in a black jacket and crooked teeth rapped on

the drivers side window, indicating for her to roll it on down . Alyssa complied, and

the man stuck his beak like nose through the gap to address the two.

Whatre you here fo?

Alyssia looked to Ardent, who made no offer to help her, just sat there motionless.

She looked around nervously and her eyes fell on to a large poster of a group of

burlesque dancers.

Were here to see the dancers.

He looked at her with a lewd smile. Youre here to audition to dance at the Velvet

Shades?

Err, yes. She replied with a brimming smile.

A look of concern then crossed the unsightly mans face. Then whos he?

My manager! Alyssia said without missing a beat.

Hm The guard stroked his wiry beard Will you let me have the first dance?

Alyssia had to strain a smile, as she was on the verge on cringing in disgust. Sure

thing. She said.

The guard smiled a wide toothless gawp and then waved for them to head into

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heart of the city. The urban environment was awash with neon lights and flashing signs.

People lined the streets, a mix of gamblers, prostitutes, drunks and vagrants wandered

about, few with purpose or drive.

Its like two different ends of the spectrum.Alyssia said, Im not used to seeing

places like this, the cities we target are usually inhabited by devout followers of the

Obelisks.

The Obelisks still have a firm grip, they just decided what area its most

advantageous to tighten it Ardent said. Everyone still turns up at the times of

benediction you can bet on that, it all fits somewhere into their reason dtre.

She looked to him concerned. Do you remember when it was different? I was kept

away from it all until the Saladinian people decided to intervene.

Ardent rolled down the window, lit a cigarette and then stared at the flaming match

as it burned down to his fingers.

There used to be bits of grey, the match scorched his fingers, half a decade ago

colour infiltrated the spectrum, it was commonplace. Ardent took a drag from the

cigarette. No one knows where they came from, if it was some back water religious

sect that exploded into mass society, or if they came from another world. It doesnt

really matter now, theyre everywhere and we seem to be fighting a losing battle.

But its not going to be like that forever. Youve made a difference, I saw it, and

youbrought me here to make a difference.

Ardent looked at her sceptically. Ever the optimist. he then flicked the cigarette

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The ATV pulled into an underground parking facility and they both exited the

vehicle. Alyssia followed Ardent as he made his way out of the building and onto the

surface streets.

Where do we need to go now, the docks? She said.

Ardent looked at her confused, You think we can just waltz onto the ship?

Err

Were heading to your new place of employment. And he gesticulated towards the

Velvet Shades Burlesque club.

That was just a cover story. She said defiantly.

Its a hot spot for travelling captains and pilots, it shouldnt be hard to locate one

whilst were there. Then, its up to you to get his identification.

And how do you figure I do that?

Give him a dance, the girls usually get close enough to do whatever they want,

their clients minds are usually, preoccupied. Ardent then began to walk away, in a

rage, Alyssia stormed after him.

You expect me to just do this? she shouted.

Werent you the one who was talking about making a difference? He said smugly.

Alyssia tried to protest But, she had apparently set herself up and dropped her

arms by her sides in defeat.

Lets go. He said, and they both began to walk towards the club.

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It didnt take them long to navigate through the crowded streets, it was a fairly linear

path, Ardent thought to himself that they needed to be straightforward else the idiotic

inhabitants might not be able to drag themselves from one den of iniquity to the other.

They stood outside the Velvet Shades and watched the people enter and exit the

building. The club dwarfed most of the other buildings in the area, in the volume of

people that frequented its halls and the sordid opulence that it vomited from the

foundations.

Im gonna go in and scout the place for a suitable mark-you come in five minutes

and Ill give you a signal, then go over and get the ID from him.

Its as simple as that then? She said unconvincingly.

It is if you want it to be. He replied as he made his way into the club, leaving her

stood there with a look of bemusement.

*---------------------*

Ardent walked into the clubs main area, hat tipped low. The bar curled itself around

the far side of the room, booths sat to the side of him and the dancers area awaited

Alyssia up velvet coated stairs. He waded through the crowd and took a seat at the bar.

A few dancers tried accosting him on the way but he didnt care for them, hed never

felt the compulsion to indulge in one-night-stands which is what they were always

gunning for. Perching himself at the bar he ordered his usual bird label whisky and

sipped at it nonchalantly while scanning the club for a mark. It didnt take long until one

particularly haggard captain entered the bar with his crew. The group were rowdy,

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The captain sauntered over to a corner booth and gracefully tossed a paying

customer aside, then promptly sat down with his gang in tow. Ardent motioned for one

of the dancers to come over to his side and she eagerly complied.

And what can I do for you sweetie? The girl asked him while thumbing her bra

strap.

I want to set up a private dance for a friend of mine over there. Ardent nodded

towards the captain, who had wedged himself in the booth.

You want me to dance for that thing? she remarked in disgust.

I just want you to take him to a private booth upstairs; I have someone who w ill do

the dancing,. He then reached into his jacket, retrieved a few gold coins and put them

in her hand, Theres something for the effort.

The dancer smiled and then walked off to the hulking captain. After a few seconds

the man rose from his seat and took the dancers petite hand in his own as she lead him

up the stairs to the clubs private area. As they were about half way up the stairs Alyssia

entered the club and picked Ardent out at the bar. Their gazes locked and he motioned

towards the large man ascending the larger red staircase. The bulky captain

momentarily fazed her; she felt his frame so large that her eyes may not have been able

to take him in if he were closer. Reminding herself of her earlier speech she straightened

up and strode towards the stairs. Ardent downed the rest of his drink in silent victory

and then ordered another.Not long now.

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Alyssia tailed the large man being led by the dancer all the way to the outskirts of

the private room. She had never been required to do anything like this in all her years on

the planet. Her people were an intelligent race, devoid of anything like this club in the

Saladinian homeland. It felt very alien to her, but there was also the undercurrent of

excitement that coursed through her veins, the adrenaline of the moment.

When she reached the dancers floor the captain was lead into a side room that had a

beaded door separating it from the rest of the establishment. In reflection the private

booths were more for the aesthetic of wealth and power than veiling anything untoward

that occurred. There was enough of that out in the open of this place .The dancer set the

man down on a large couch and then exited the room. She caught a glimpse of Alyssia

and the two exchanged smiles as they passed each other. Alyssia parted the beads and

walked slowly into the room trying to be as seductive as she could manage. The

captains wheezing increased at the sight of the shapely woman and she took solace in

the fact that whatever she seemed to be doing was working.

Alyssia walked up to the pole that stood before the couch in the room and latched

her hands onto the cold metal support. At first, her moves were slightly strained and

awkward, but then she was able to work out a smooth rhythm, wrapping around the pole

like a snake and twisting her hips around. The captain was ensconced in the seat; slack

jawed with drool starting to collect in his mouth. Alyssia danced for a few more minutes

and then decided that it was time she made her move. She let go of the pole and leant in

towards him, slipping her left hand into his jacket pocket as her right stroked his chest,

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it, her adroit hand latching onto it without soliciting his attention. Keeping him occupied

she slid it down the back of her outfit. She began to pull away from him when he

grabbed her forcefully by the arm and dragged her close enough to feel his putrid breath

on her cheek.Im caught.

*---------------------*

Ardent drummed his fingers on the bar. Was she taking too long? Had she been

caught? This is why he hated relying on other people, when you screw up, you only

have yourself to blame, when someone else screws up you blame them, and yourself.

There was an underlying feeling of anxiousness and a pang in his gut-worry. He loathed

himself at that moment. Whatever happens, happens. He took another shot of whisky

and let the concern be washed to the back of his mind, where it belonged.

*---------------------*

The man spoke before she had chance to say let alone think anything else. Were

not done here yet. He said with a lewd smile.

Alyssia looked at him revolted, Let me go. Im warning you.

The captain laughed her threat off and tried to pull her in closer. He was in for a

surprise though, as he had no idea of the inherent strength that the Saladinian race

carried. With minimal effort she flung the man aside, sending him flying through the

beaded door. He rolled across the floor, knocking over a few patrons like a fleshy

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As Alyssia ran down the stairs the captain attempted to regain some coherence and

shouted down to his gang below. Make sure that bitch doesnt make it out of here

alive!

*---------------------*

Ardent could see Alyssia scurrying down the large staircase in fervour. She must

have pulled it off. The big man soon followed and he could predict where the situation

was going. The captain shouted down to his men who immediately shot up from their

seated positions.Damn.

Ardent grabbed the bottle of whisky that rested on the bar next to him and flipped it

upside down as he spun out from his stool. He let the vessel fly towards the thugs, the

liquor flowing out as it hurtled through the air. Using his boot as a flint, Ardent scraped

the metal stirrup against the dry wooden floor causing sparks to flare off and ignite the

spilt whisky. The fire hungrily ate at the liquor as it raced towards the bottle neck and

when it had reached its destination Ardent clicked his right fingers, causing the rune he

had inscribed on the bottle to explode. The bottle spat a fiery liquid over the men,

immediately drowning them in a sea of screaming anguish and burning flesh.

This explosion caused the captain to freeze in his tracks and everyone in the room

(save Ardent and Alyssia) to hit the deck. They used the diversion to make their escape

and bolted out of the club. Outside on the street, people gawped at the club in

bewilderment as smoke seeped from the doors and windows. The two kept on running,

and after several minutes they came across a small hotel to which Ardent signalled for

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We should be ok now, Ardent said they wont be able to find us here. He then

looked around to make sure they had some privacy. Did you get the card?

Alyssia put her hand around her back, pulled the card out and handed it to Ardent.

Thanks, Iknew youd make yourself useful.

She beamed a smile his way, I did warn him.

I knew your people had strength, Ardent replied, eying the place up, didnt know

you had that much.

Yes, my parents used to I was stronger than my bro... The warm smile drained

from her face, replaced with a sombre longing. Turning away she asked, What are we

going to do now?

Hepurposely ignored her We should get some rest He said, looking around. The

next castoff is at dawn, well set off to the yard an hour before so we have to time to

board undetected.

At least we get a little rest then. Alyssia replied as Ardent walked to the front

desk.

He arranged a room for them to stay in, it was a cramped chamber and a stale odour

hung in the air from poor upkeep and the occasional sheet change.

Theres only one bed! Alyssia exclaimed.

Ardent walked over to the window and sat himself on the sill. You take it, youve

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Yay. She threw her hands in the air and then collapsed on the bed, but winced

when she felt the hard frame underneath her. It didnt take her long to get reasonably

comfortable though and she was sleeping soundly soon enough.

Ardent opened the window slightly and took out another cigarette from his packet,

lit it, and then took a long drag and blew the smoke onto the glass pane. He traced his

fingers delicately on the clouded glass, as if caressing a lovers face, then, after gazing

at it for a few seconds, rubbed it away. He finished his cigarette and flicked it out of the

window. Ardent rested his head against the wood of the window cubby, the events of

the day weighed heavy on his eyes and it wasnt long before he drifted off.

*---------------------*

While the sun still lay dormant under the horizon, it was the birds that tugged at

Ardents eyelids. He lit himself his morning cigarette and took a long drag, savouring

the taste of tobacco. He sat there for a few minutes staring out into the street; the roads

were still busy with people, mostly wandering in post-drunken hazes stumbling

aimlessly about. After disposing of his cigarette, Ardent extracted himself from the sill

and wandered over the bed where Alyssia slept. He gave her a slight nudge on the

shoulder to rouse her and after a few shoves, she reluctantly complied.

We have to go He said as Alyssia let out a long yawn and rubbed her eyes

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They headed downstairs and exited the hotel. It was a mile walk to the port where

the ship was docked and they made it through the security checkpoint with ease by

using their newly acquired ID card.

The ship will be casting off in about an hour; we should have enough time to

secure a decent position below deck. Ardent told Alyssia as they walked down the port

where the ship was anchored. It was fairly simple for them to gain access onto the ship,

there was no security on the vessel to speak of, only a few cleaners and dock workers

who were loading supplies onto the ship. They navigated through the deck of the vessel

and into the bowels of the metal craft. In the lowest section they found a room full of

large crates. They searched the room until a suitable place to hide presented itself in the

form of one large weapon container which Ardent assumed had been emptied for use in

the ships arsenal. Ardent heaved the metal door open and they both entered as silently as

they could.

Inside the container, the air was humid and thick with dust. There were a few holes

in the top and sides of the box which slowly ebbed in light, giving their faces a soft

glow. Ardent and Alyssia made themselves as comfortable as possible on the cold metal

floor and waited until it was time for the ship to begin its journey into Sentinel. After an

hour passed in silence with no movement whatsoever the two finally heard the engines

roar into action and the ship cast off from port.

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The ship blazed a trail through the sky toward the great gated metropolis of Sentinel

leaving the decadent city of Deenar behind. The airships all followed a designated route

toward Sentinel, so that they could all be closely monitored and accounted for. And this

vessel was no different from the rest; it cruised along the air currents, making good time

for such a large craft.

The ships crew went about their business, cleaning, hauling sacks about and

manning the engines while the captain nursed a bruised cheek (and ego) in his cabin.

Meanwhile, Ardent and Alyssia huddled in the crate located deep in the ships haul. The

air had grown thicker due to the poor circulation and the two felt like they were slowly

roasting in the container. Alyssia started to squirm in frustration and when she couldnt

make herself as comfortable as she would have liked she let out a disparaging sigh.

How much longer? She said with a whine.

A few more hours, just try to relax. Ardent replied.

A few minutes passed with Alyssia still fidgeting around in the container, but then

she stopped suddenly and looked at him in the dim glow.

Ardent She said with a pensive tone.

Yeh? He replied, resting his head against the metal wall of the room.

When do you think Ill be able to get in contact with another Saladinian?

I dont know, He replied, looking into the blackness as he tried to pull an answer

from the air. Its too risky at the moment; youd probably know the best way to do it.

Her head sunk into her lap, Its just I have to tell them... She trailed off.

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No, Alyssia replied, her voice beginning to crack, my parents.

To tell them youre alive?

Yes...and about my brother.

He was with you, when you were in the subterranean city, I take it he didnt make

it out.

The events of the past few days had finally caught up with her now she had time to

fully digest them. The gravity of the situation weighed her down and she felt as if her

body had been nailed to the floor. The girl broke down; tears welled up in her eyes and

drew lines across her cheeks as they poured down her face. Ardent felt an all too

familiar feeling in the pit of his stomach.

You need to be quiet. Theyll hear us Insensitive as he may sound, there was an

air of pragmatism in his words, amongst other things.

Youre worried if we get caught? She screamed at him, Ive done nothing but

what youve said for the past few days.

Her voice echoed in the room, reverberating off the metal walls and crates.

Cmon. He pleaded, his voice now showing signs of anger.

Hes dead; dont you know what thats like, that feeling? All you do is cause

death!

Ardent snapped, getting up from the floor he strode over and grabbed her by the

shoulders. I know it all too well. He said through gritted teeth, You tell me how it

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She looked at him for a moment, the loss in his eyes bore through her, she had to

look away. He too could see the anguish on her face, and felt the moist droplets of tears

land on his hands. Ardent released her, his hands trembling as he walked to the other

end of the crate. He rested his hand on the wall and let out a sigh. Trapped within his

own mind he failed to notice when Alyssia had stopped weeping. He turned round to

regard her.

What happened? She asked, her eyes still red.

It doesnt matter. Ardent replied, shifting his gaze.

Please, said Alyssia, her voice now firm but with a hint of desperation I need to

know Im not alone...I...need to know what to do-what happened?

Ardent brought his right hand up to one of the punctures of light and stared at it

intently. This happened, he said while gesticulating towards his hand. They came to

the town that I lived in and set up one of their Obelisks. Everyone became entranced

with it, the villagers, my friends...my wife. At first I thought it was good for the village,

people seemed happier, life improved, I didnt take much notice that people started to

become more devout, verging on fanatical. That was, until one day he showed up.

Magnus? Alyssia whispered.

No, it was the first carrier of the Arc, Riddock. Ardent replied. He came to the

village and orchestrated the whole ceremony.

Just like at Breckenridge She said with her eyes wide. But how did you survive?

When the ritual was taking place, everyone stood there like statues, even my wife, I

couldnt get through to her no matter how hard I tried. I saw Riddock go into the


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Obelisk so I followed him in there. I ended up inside the tower, and he was there

waiting for me with the Arc.

The Arc?

A large rectangular gold box, it had insignia on it that I couldnt understand.

Riddock held me down and made me watch as he opened it. Light flooded out and

burned my eyes; I saw the village and my wife die, turned to dust by the towers wrath.

I passed out, when I awoke I was in the desert, the tower was nowhere to be seen, I

imagine they planned to leave me for dead.

What happened to you?

I stumbled into some village, barely conscious. They were good enough to help me

recover. I stayed there for a while, but one day I became ill. My arm felt like it was

going to explode; no one knew what the problem was. I started to dream of the tower

and my village every night, felt like I was reliving it all. I also started to remember

things I had never experienced, I understood the symbols I saw on the arc, could write

them myself. Then one day my arm turned into this, I gained all these abilities which I

couldnt control. One night I was having a nightmare where I was fighting with Riddock

and when I woke up I had destroyed half of the village. I fled from the place, and

decided to track down Riddock and the Arc that had done this to me.

Is that how you turned up in the subterranean city? She asked, fitting the pieces of

the puzzle in her mind.


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Yes He replied, That was my third tower I have gone up against, although not so

successfully this time. If I keep following the towers then I figure Ill find Riddock and

the Arc.

Thats why were heading to Sentinel. Alyssia stated.

Its one of the biggest Obelisksout there, a good a place as any to try.

Well bring it down. She said determined.

Ardent chuckled, Ever the optimist, and then pulled the Stetson over his eyes.

The ship continued its route through the sky, drawing ever closer to the metropolis.

Not long now.

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