Chapter 148: The Mortem

Chapter 148: The Mortem

Marek and Nokuti had left the dining room and had gone to oversee the final preparations for the Unildyr hatching and subsequent feeding. Crow, Lysaila, and Dawn had decided to stay and rest in the dining room after a long day of battling.

Large sections of Castle Mora had burned down, luckily the pantries and storages of food were not among the burnt. One of the Carin tribes cooks brought several plates of hot-steaming food for dinner.

Dawn ate her soup and salted meat in silence. Lysaila wasnt hungry and stayed in the corner of the room, wrapped in her make-shift blanket, the table mantle. Crow asked for his food to be taken to his room and instead busied himself with reading one of his books near the fireplace.

After Dawn finished eating, she silently got up and left to find her twin brother, Vaughn. Lysailas face kept switching between expressions of anger and frustration for the past hour. Eventually, she sighed out loud, threw her blanket aside, and slithered over to the fireplace.

Can I talk to you for a sec? Lysaila asked.

Crow looked up from his book, This is unexpected. Whats on your mind?

Youre the historian of the tribe, right? Like, you know a lot of stuff, right?

I am in charge of information gathering, yes.

Lysailas eyes darted around furtively.

How much do you know about the Mortem? She asked.

Crow closed his book. As in the Order?

Lysaila nodded.

Crow tapped his fingers over his book in a rhythmic pattern, Let me think. Well, the Mortem was an order of magi founded in the Scarlet Realm over 400 years ago. They are most famous or infamous, depending on how you look at it, for the creation of, well you.

All of the beast-kins, Lysaila nodded grimly.

Crow sighed in wonder. Yes, truly a remarkable accomplishment. Mixing the blood of all sorts of different species to create entirely new life forms. To this day no one knows how they did it. At the time, everyone admired and feared the Mortem for their magical feat.

Lysailas indigo eyes narrowed and she hissed menacingly.

Crow cleared his throat, Of course, the Mortem failed in creating their magical army since beast-kin have no mageborns. The Order collapsed soon after.

They created us to be their warrior-slaves. It only serves them right that they failed, Lysaila seethed quietly.

Yes, well, why the inquiries over the creators of your species?

Lysaila bit her bottom lip, ...Do you know anything regarding Prime Edict?

Crow leaned forward in his chair, Were entering the territory of myth now.

So, you do know about it.

Well, hard to say, there is no concrete proof, Crow shrugged. But I have read snippets of such things in old books.

My people mentioned it in hushed whispers, horror stories, Lysaila stared into the fire. I need to know more, tell me everything youve read.

For all I know, none of it is true.

I dont care, I want to know.

...Alright. The Prime Edict was said to be an assortment of spells, of what kind I honestly have no idea. What I do know is that the Mortem were said to have created the Prime Edict and interweaved the spells into the blood of all beast-kin during their original inception and that the Prime Edict was then passed down through the blood, from parent to child.

Go on, Lysaila nodded.

Im a grand swordmaster and my species was literally created for war. Are you?

...Point taken. So, how do you plan on finding this Mortem mage?

Im still working on that. He looked fairly unique, so thats a start.

Oh, what did he look like?

He was very young and he looked like the twins, but it was different. For starters, he was really small. He also had really sharp grey claws. His skin was blue, but a different shade than the twins, it was paler. His ears were pointy, but they pointed downwards. His eyes were lilac and had slit pupils.

...Interesting. If it wasnt for the color description, I would assume you were talking about a goblin, he said.

Goblin?

Ah, thats right, you havent seen one yet. They are a chromatic species native to the Realm. They mostly live in Hollow Shade or in Vulture Woods, either place is dangerous for us to visit.

Ill figure something out, she swore.

I dont doubt it.

Thanks for your help, Lysaila nodded.

It was my pleasure, our conversation has been most enlightening. And rest assured the details of our conversation will stay between you and me.

I appreciate the discretion, she smiled. Speaking of details, I forgot to mention one last thing.

Oh, what is it?

The Mortem, he had two heartbeats. Ive never heard anything quite like it.

Crow clasped his hands together, ...Lysaila, have you ever considered other possibilities?

I know what I saw, he was a Mortem, she crossed her arms.

Yes, but what kind of Mortem? You see, until now you have been talking about this person as if they were some young child. But have you considered that perhaps a creature with two hearts is something else entirely? What if what you saw was not some descendant or apprentice of the Mortem. What if what you saw was an actual founding member of the Order or perhaps some monstrous creature they created.

...That sounds unlikely.

Crow gestured to her tail then her body, Stranger things have happened.

Then how was I able to almost kill him?

Did you almost kill him? Or did he make you believe that?

That doesnt make any sense, she frowned.

Yes, because playing with ones prey is unthinkable, right? I mean, what sort of predator would do such a thing?

Lysaila furrowed her brow.

Crow stood up and patted her shoulder, Just food for thought.

...Right.

Now, we should probably go find Lord Marek, the hatching will be starting soon.