606. Her Story and History
On: 5, 18
Lord Biggu carried the group back to the main island. Umbra lay on her back casually, tossing branches into the air every so often, before shooting up bolts of lightning from her fingertips.
Every ti the farrs heard the lightning bolts, they winced, recalling their fight from the previous day. Rick could feel that he was different, but he wasn’t sure if he was different because he had died, or if he felt different because he was over thinking about feeling different.
“You think too much,” Jurot said from beside the farr.
“Sorry?”
“Do not apologise.”
“No, I an… right.” Rick cleared his throat.
“You were alive, then you were dead, now you are alive,” Jurot said, as though life was really that simple.
“Right…”
The main island welcod them in the evening, where the Goofs, Agi, and Drakon scrambled when they saw Umbra return, those out of sight going off to find weapons, while the leaders of each race ca to et them at the dock.
“Storm Lord! You have returned!” Shaka Ti called out, holding up her hands towards the sky.
The other two were not quite so eager, with Zambria swiftly taking his position as the Father of Drakons, in front of the others.
“Shaka Ti,” Umbra said, before reaching down to rub her head. “Did you miss ?”
“We all missed you.”
“I’m certain,” Umbra replied, dryly, glancing across the other faces. “You can all relax, since you’ll live another day.”
“Storm Lord, you killed many of our Goofs…” Shaka Ti frowned up towards Umbra.
“I did?” Umbra asked. “I’m sorry, Shaka Ti. I must have lost my mind during the ti.”
Shaka Ti sighed, nodding her head slowly, though she continued to mourn her people within her heart.
“I will not lose my mind any longer, at least, not for a while,” Umbra said. “I will be leaving tomorrow morning with the rest of the outsiders. I will return to my original world.”
Gasps filled the city, with each mber whispering emphatically to one another.
“So it’s true?” Zambria asked.
“It is.” Umbra reached up a hand onto his head, like that of a mother. ‘How many years have passed? How many tis did I reincarnate?’ She sighed, before walking past them. “Co with , I’ll explain things to you and leave you with my parting gifts.” ‘I’m sure father would do the sa.’
“Damn, she’s so cool,” Adam whispered. “Jurot, you think I’ll ever be as cool as her?”
Jurot closed his eyes, allowing a thought to pass through his mind. “Cringe.”
“Et tu, Jurot?” Adam chuckled.
“Who is that?” Sir Vonda asked as the group returned to the fire.
“Strom’s daughter,” Adam said, sitting with the others.
The trio of Iyrn beside the priest leaned in, throwing their eyes towards Nirot, who nodded her head.
“Strom’s… daughter?” Vonda watched as the woman disappeared out of sight. ‘Emperor Hadda’s daughter?’
“We managed to find her pretty quickly,” Adam said, exchanging a look with Jurot, before he stared down at the crackling fire. ‘I don’t like this one bit.’
“I am glad you have managed to keep your promise,” Vonda said, noting the look on his face.
Adam sighed, letting the tension escape through his body, before he smiled. “Yeah.”
One of the Awakened Wolves approached Adam, tentatively placing their head beside him. Adam reached down and brushed the wolf’s fur gently. ‘I really should have treated Sky better.’ “Now that I think about it, I haven’t given you each nas yet.”
“We have nas.”
“What are they?”
“First Tooth, Second Tooth, Third Tooth.”
“Jurot, I think I found soone worse at naming things,” Adam said, gasping.
“They are good nas.”
“Okay, maybe I’ve found two people worse at naming things.”
“Cringe.”
“You can’t use that word twice in one day!”
anwhile, Umbra inford the leaders of the different people about how the world was ford, and when she originally arrived, countless generations ago.
“It was difficult enough to deal with the Drakons, considering they were my own children, but every ti they acted up, I made sure to beat them up,” Umbra said, recalling the first few generations of Drakons who had tried to conquer the nearby people and lands. “Eventually, I had to set them up with all the different races, from your ancestors, to those who had long died out.”
Zambria stared at her in shock as she spewed out such nonsense. She was the Mother of All Drakons? Not just by title, but by the fact that she was their ancestor?
“Now that I’m going, it’s going to be difficult to keep you Drakons in check,” Umbra said, her eyes piercing through Zambria. “I’m sure that, once I leave, you’ll go around wreaking havoc all across the lands, bringing the Agi and Goofs under you. So I’ll say this right now…”
Umbra cracked her neck, smiling towards Zambria. “If I have to return to kill every last one of you, I’ll do it. I’ve long severed my emotional attachnt to any of you fools who have bothered so much, and have stabbed in the back dozens of tis. If you think I’ll show you any rcy, even to your children, you’ll find none. Even if I could take you to another realm and let you live there, I’d rather end the entire line with my own two talons.”
“…” Zambria began to sweat even heavier.
‘What a bunch of lucky rat bastards,’ she thought. ‘I haven’t reached the heights of my father in any of my lifetis, so you’ll at least have a chance to wound while I slaughter you all.’
Zambria was certain she was thinking sothing scary, so kept his mouth shut.
“You really must leave?” Shaka Ti asked, pouting up at Umbra.
“I must,” Umbra said, embracing the tiny Shaka. Out of all the peoples in this world, even those long dead, none had endeared themselves to her like the Goofs. She brushed the Shaka’s hair. “Don’t worry, I’ve left contingencies in place in case they act up, but don’t say that Umbra, Mother of All Drakons, had left nothing behind to the three peoples she adored most.”
Lightning crackled between her fingers as she summoned items from a small demi dinsion, a crack which could store items unaffected by ti. She held up the blade forged out of a Dragon’s Heart, her own. She would spent the last days of her lives forging such great items, and this was her very first. She handed the gem blade to Zambria.
“Take this, my first weapon, since you are still my descendant,” Umbra said.
Zambria took it tentatively, thinking it was all a trick, before he gasped, feeling the great magic within it. It was definitely greater than any weapon they currently had in their possession, even Dragon’s Tooth, which was, as Adam would say, a Legendary Enhanced blade. This blade was similar in its might, but its additional effects were greater than Dragon’s Tooth.
“Then, for the Agi, who have done their duty as the warrior class of our alliance,” Umbra said, summoning out a pair of claws, each made from a separate Dragon’s Heart. “The Champion must possess one, and the other shall be given to any Agi that the alliance chooses, save the Champion.”
“Thank you, Umbra,” Champion said, bowing her head deeply as she accepted the weapons.
“And finally, to my Shaka Ti,” Umbra began, before summoning out two items. One, an armour made of her scales, and the other was a spear, made of a Dragon Heart. “Hold out your hand.”
Shaka Ti did so.
Umbra picked Shaka Ti’s finger, and allowed the drops of blood to spill against the armour and the spear, the spear being the item she had created last. Had she been given the ti, she would have created another item for the Goofs, but she had co across the Iyrn.
“Each of these weapons are tied to Goofs, and their true potential is tied to them. These items are handed down to the Shaka, and will only be used by the Goof Shakas of the future.” Umbra picked Shaka Ti up and held her close in her arms. She whispered, not quietly in the slightest, into her ear. “If any of them do anything to your Goofs, you may kill them as you please. This armour and the spear are my greatest treasures.”
“No,” Shaka Ti said, reaching up to hold her face. “You are the greatest treasure.”
Umbra kissed Shaka Ti’s forehead. “This is why I adore you Goofs the most.”
Shaka Ti’s eyes began to burn with tears, but she did not cry.
As night fell, Adam stared up at the darkening sky, seeing teors fall down onto the world, two or three just that night. The sparkling colours of broken stars and moons covered the sky.
‘How the hell are we ant to leave this place?’
“Adam?” Jurot called.
“Yeah?”
“When we return, may I tell the story?”
“Of course,” Adam replied. “I’m no good at that sort of thing.”
“I would like to hold Lanarot as I tell the story.”
“…” Adam looked over to Jurot, who was staring at the sky, his eyes glued to the various stars. “I can’t believe you’d steal my own sister from .”
“She is my sister too.”
Adam smiled, returning back to stare at the stars. “Yeah. She is.”
I wonder how they'll get out of here...
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