Prisoner of the Amulet - Chapter 7

 DORULL STORIES - PRISONER OF THE AMULET

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CHAPTER 7

 

“Ch’ybal? Ch’ybal, are you there?” Sanomis was trying to establish the connection with the ice maiden for more than two minutes now.

But to no avail. The crystal remained quiet and still. It didn’t react. Whatever he did back then, it obviously wasn’t working now. And Sanomis had no idea what it was. He touched every centimeter of the surface. He stepped in and out of the water pool. He even sprinkled a few drops over the crystal. But nothing helped. There was nothing else he could try. Nothing, except to wait. And so he did. He waited. Patiently. Sitting still, always staring at the crystal. Ready to act. He waited for over four hours. Motionless. Waiting for the crystal to come to life.

“So, you actually came back, vard.” Sanomis heard Ch’ybal’s voice, as crystal flashed in bright, white light.

It wasn't as harsh as before. It didn't surround him. It was mild. And it didn’t seize control over his body. It served only as a signal, before it shut down.

“Does that surprise you?” Sanomis asked.

“Not at all.” Ch’ybal answered “You said you would.”

“And you believed me?” Sanomis asked.

“Well, you also said, you are telling the truth.” Ch’ybal answered.

“I did.” Sanomis retorted “And I meant it.”

“I know.” Ch’ybal said.

“Of course you do.” Sanomis said “So, what now?”

“Now…” Ch’ybal said “Now we’ll find out if you know the truth, besides telling the truth.”

“I know the truth.” Sanomis retorted.

“Very well.” Ch’ybal was pleased “Then, vard, would you be so kind as to reveal the reason for your return to Dorull?”

“First of all, let me express my sorrow for everything the vards did on and to this planet.” Sanomis said.

“But?” Ch’ybal sensed it coming, long before the geologist even begin to form the thought.

“But, and although I know it doesn’t mean much, I simply need to inform you that the majority of us have no clue what is going on.”

“Which is?”

“I truly don’t know what to call it.” Sanomis was honest “It is some kind of person sorting thing. It is the process of finding the compatible ones. Suitable even. And not just the individuals, but the entire groups. All with the intention of relocating them from this world.”

“I knew it!” Ch’ybal growled “You fucking slaver cunts!”

“Slavers?” Sanomis asked confusedly “What are slavers?”

“Come again?!” Ch’ybal raised her voice “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

“What? Why?” Sanomis was confused.

“Now you’ll pretend you don’t know what the slavery is?” Ch’ybal was starting to sound annoyed.

“But…but I don’t. Honestly.” Sanomis defended himself  “This is the first time I hear of that particular term.”

“Unbelievable.” Ch’ybal sighed “And most concerning. But hey, at least you know what the cunt means.”

“Concerning?” Sanomis asked “Why is that?”

“Because I am now wondering what else your elders hid from you.” Ch’ybal answered “And because we don’t have time for that right now.”

“Hold on. Please tell me, did the same thing happen before?” Sanomis asked.

“What happened before, must not repeat ever again.” Ch’ybal answered.

“What happened? What did vards do?” Sanomis asked “Tell me, please. I need to know.”

“You came. And you watched.” Ch’ybal said “ And observed. From afar. For a very long time.”

“Just like now.” Sanomis added.

“And you collected.” Ch’ybal continued, “You collected the necessary information.”

“Precisely like now.” Sanomis interjected once again.

“Until you find out everything you need.” Ch’ybal said.

“Everything we needed for what?” Sanomis asked.

“Everything needed to decide on which races you’d pay closer attention to.” Ch’ybal answered “To decide which races would be the most desirable. Which will bring the most profit.”

“Wait, what?!” Sanomis almost jumped out of his skin. “Surely you’re not telling me that this planned relocation was devised with the trading in mind.”

“I believe the correct term is trafficking.” Ch’ybal answered “What else did you think it was, a promise of a better life.”

“That…that is horrible.” Sanomis shook his head, “ That is inexcusable.”

“I agree.” Ch’ybal said.

“Where would these unfortunate people end?” Sanomis asked “What would even happen to them?”

“I could only presume.” Ch’ybal answered “They would probably be treated as a cheap, expendable workforce. hey could end up in military service. Or they could even be sexually exploited.”

“And someone would simply buy them?” Sanomis was appalled “Like they are ordinary, plain things, and not living, conscious beings.”

Ch’ybal said nothing.

“And we…,” Sanomis proceeded “…we would simply sell them.”

Ch’ybal remained silent.

“And then?” Sanomis said, after a minute-long pause “What happened afterwards?”

“It all went backwards and sideways.” Ch’ybal answered “It wouldn’t take long before the disappearances became noticeable. Which was to be expected, as you kidnapped them by thousands.”

“T…th…thousands?” Sanomis stammered in horror.

“From what I can recall, not a single race was spared.” Ch’ybal continued, “This even united some of them.”

Sanomis turned silent.

“That helped in the search and finding of some of the kidnapped folk.” Ch’ybal proceed “In an attempt to try and save them.”

“How come?” Sanomis asked.

“Thanks to your rather strange approach.” Ch’ybal said “You haven’t exactly shown discretion. So, I thought this could be used.”

“How come?” Sanomis asked.

“I thought we could fight back.” Ch’ybal’s voice shuddered.

“You haven’t?” Sanomis whispered.

“Unfortunately, I have.” Ch’ybal was even quieter “And to this day, I can’t forgive myself.”

“What happened?” Sanomis asked.

“I advised the people. I gave them hope.” Ch’ybal said “And ultimately, I’ve led them into the battle.”

Sanomis said nothing.

“I couldn’t have known, I was instead leading them to the slaughter.”

“You couldn’t have known who you are going against.” Sanomis said.

“But I sure did find that one out, in the days that followed.” Ch’ybal retorted.

“What do you mean?” Sanomis asked.

“You haven’t stopped there.” Ch’ybal sounded distant.

“In the collection…I mean this…um, enslavement?” Sanomis asked.

“No.” Ch’ybal said “In the killing.”

“Wh…what?” Sanomis stammered.

“And when you finally finished, there was no one left on Dorull.” Ch’ybal said “Well, no one except me.”

“But…but, that is impossible.” Sanomis was appalled “Do you even know what that implies?”

“There are a few terms which could define what precisely happened here.” Ch’ybal said “The first one that springs to my mind is genocide, but I feel that carries too mild of a connotations.”

“We would never do such a thing.” Sanomis whispered.

“The extinction event is much closer to a word.” Ch’ybal finished.

“Madness.” Sanomis shook his head “We are not monsters.”

“I used to call you worse than that, in the centuries that followed.” Ch’ybal was honest.

“In centuries that followed?” Sanomis jerked his head “Wait a second, when did this happen exactly?”

“Some seven thousand years ago.” Ch’ybal answered.

“Seven thousand?!” Sanomis exclaimed “And you were there? If you don’t mind me asking, but how…um, old are you?”

“Not at all.” Ch’ybal retorted “I am the same age as this planet.”

“Impossible!” Sanomis couldn’t hide his excitement “I am geologist. You know?”

“So?” Ch’ybal asked.

“So, one of the first things I did, when we came here, was to analyze the age of these rocks.” Sanomis answered “So according to that, if it’s true what you’re saying, you’d be some six and a half million years old.”

“If you say so.” Ch’ybal said calmly.

“That, on the norms of completely formed planets is a relatively young age.” Sanomis proceed “But you are a living being. Right?”

“Last time I checked.” Ch’ybal answered.

“But how is that even possible?” Sanomis couldn’t hide his amazement.

“You tell me.” Ch’ybal answered, “You are a man of science.”

“Science doesn’t work like that.” Sanomis retorted “It can’t just explain something, which was until now still unknown.”

“So I am a mystery.” Ch’ybal said.

“Well I certainly never heard of anyone or anything similar to you.” Sanomis retorted “But that isn’t saying much, because I am young. Perhaps someone, somewhere, much older, much more knowledgeable, left a mention of your kind.”

“You think somewhere, there are beings similar to me?” Ch’ybal asked.

“Science could help you in finding that out.” Sanomis said.

“I would love to think I am not the only one.” Ch’ybal sighed.

“Which reminds me.” Sanomis added “Earlier you said you were the only one left alive.”

“I did.” Ch’ybal answered “I was.”

“But that would be impossible.” Sanomis said.

“Why?” Ch’ybal asked.

“Well, let’s put it simply, if vards erased every single race from this world, how come the planet is so populated right now?” Sanomis replied.

“The planet did that.” Ch’ybal answered “It fixed the injustice. It healed itself. It brought back life.”

“In less than seven millennia?” Sanomis shook his head “That is impossible.”

“Why?” Ch’ybal asked.

“Because science says so.” Sanomis answered.

“Science doesn’t know everything.” Ch’ybal retorted “You said it yourself. It hasn't heard of me.”

“Well how then?” Sanomis asked “With magic?”

“I don’t know.” Ch’ybal said “Why not. Dorull is a magical place.”

“I agree.” Sanomis said “Which is why I don’t understand why vards would want to destroy such a special place.”

Ch’ybal said nothing.

“And what’s worse, you also said the vards are intending to do the same thing once again.” Sanomis finished his thought.

“You can put a stop to it.” Ch’ybal said, after a few seconds of silence.

“Me? Alone?” Sanomis felt overwhelmed “How?”

“You don’t have to do it alone. Can’t you include some of yours?” Ch’ybal asked “Is there anyone you can trust?”

“How could I? I have no idea who’s involved in this whole ordeal.” Sanomis answered “What if I confide in the wrong person?”

“You’re right.” Ch’ybal retorted “Better not then.”

“To be frank, I don’t know if I can manage to see, let alone talk to any of them after today.” Sanomis said “I don’t know if I’ll even find the strength to return to the ship.”

“Perhaps you don’t have to.” Ch’ybal retorted.

“What should I do then?” Sanomis asked, “Stay here.”

“Of course not.” Ch’ybal said “But if you truly don’t intend to return to your people, I know of a place or two, where you can hide.”

“You do?” Sanomis seemed pleased to hear that “And where is that?”

“Are you certain?”

“I am.”

“Very well.” Ch’ybal said “But you’ll have to go to Chaygor.”

“To Chaygor?” Sanomis was intrigued.

“To the far north of Chaygor, to be precise.” Ch’ybal said “In a small village, that is called Vur-Paan.”

“Alright?” Sanomis asked “But why there?”

“There, you’ll meet with Roshnak Baanar.” Ch’ybal answered.

“Who is he?” Sanomis asked.

“One of my pupils.” Ch’ybal answered.

“Is he an orc?” Sanomis asked.

“And who else?” Ch’ybal laughed “You do know everyone is an orc in Chaygor?”

“That’s what worries me.” Sanomis was honest.

“You should be fine.” Ch’ybal retorted “As long as you manage to avoid them.”

“Easier said.” Sanomis sighed.

“You’ll manage.” Ch’ybal said “Besides, most of them are peaceful. They won’t attack without a reason.”

“I’ve heard something different.” Sanomis said.

“From whom? Those same people you can’t see or talk to?” Ch’ybal asked.

“You think they lied about that too?” Sanomis retorted.

“Orcs are one of the kindest and most thoughtful races on this planet.” Ch’ybal said “You’ll see, once you get to know them.”

“That is good to know.” Sanomis let out a sigh of relief “And I’ll be safe in this Vur-Paan?”

“I’ll inform Roshnak of your arrival.” Ch’ybal said “He’ll help you.”

“How?”

“He’ll bring you to me.”

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