Chapter 214: Stryg, I Need Your Help

Chapter 214: Stryg, I Need Your Help

Sophi walked down the streets of the Commoner District on a cold afternoon. More specifically, Sophi was carried on Mels back as he walked down the streets. The wind was chilly and the sun was obscured by grey clouds, but none of this stopped Sophi from singing a happy tune that her older sister, Karen, had taught her.

Sophis cheerful attitude was infectious. Mel soon found himself whistling along, the other orphan goblins walking behind him quickly joined in the song, adding their clapping, whistles, voices, and any other noise they could come up with.

Witt watched the children sing and couldnt help but smile. Today was turning out better than he had ever hoped for. The temples head priest, Elm, had recently promoted Karen to chief acolyte, which had come with several new responsibilities. One was to manage the food supply of the temple. And thanks to the large donations of an anonymous blue goblin, that also included feeding the orphans.

Since Witt was by far the best cook at the temple, Karen had placed him in charge of acquiring whatever ingredients he needed from the Trade Districts markets. Fortunately, Mel and the other orphans had volunteered to help carry the sacks of food back to the temple. Unfortunately, Karen didnt trust Witt to do any job right besides cooking, so she had sent Sophi to supervise Witts spending.

Sophi may have only been 10 years old, but she was sharper than most. Shed notice if Witt would spend any of the temples money wastefully and she wouldnt hesitate to tell Karen. Witt didnt mind too much, he enjoyed spending time with the children, even if it meant not being able to get a drink at a nearby tavern.

As they made their way to the Trade District, Witt noticed a familiar face standing at the end of the street.

He frowned, Hey, Mel, isnt that one of those guys from the other day?

Mel stiffened and stopped in his tracks, The Rat Snake gang

Whos that? Sophi asked.

Mel glanced back, another four drows, each with the gangs tattoo, stood at the other end of the street.

Were blocked off, Mel muttered.

Um, maybe we can negotiate with them? Witt voiced hopefully. I sort of forgot my dagger at home

Mel gently lowered Sophi off his back and turned to the other orphans, This is it, everyone.

No, Mel, please, no! one of the younger orphan boys cried.

Its okay. You know what you have to do, Mel forced a brave smile.

Whats going on? Sophi asked, worried.

Yeah, whats the plan exactly? Witt swallowed, How are we getting out of this?

You and I arent, Witt, Mel said.

Im sorry, what? he blinked.

Mel ignored the human and grabbed Sophis shoulders, When I give the signal Witt and I will charge the four gangsters behind us. Theres only one gangster in front of us. The rest of you will run at him, most of you should get away. Dont worry, the others will make sure to keep you safe, Sophi. Once you're past the gangster, theyll take you back to the temple.

We know all the streets and shortcuts around here, one of the orphan girls patted Sophis back. You can count on us.

B-but, what will happen to you two? Sophi trembled.

Yeah, please explain that part, Witt said anxiously.

Mel glanced at the second eldest orphan, a 15-year-old girl, Take Sophi and get ready to run, dont look back no matter what.

No, wait! Why are you doing this? Sophi cried.

Mel took a deep breath and straightened his back, We are Lunisian, we protect our own. A lone goblin will be picked off by the wolf packs-

But a pack of goblins can slay a dire bear, the orphans finished the Sylvan saying.

Um, I still dont have a dagger, Witt said.

Mel pulled out a small dagger from his pocket and handed it to Witt, Take mine.

Huh? But what about you? he frowned.

I dont need one.

Mel stared at his fingers. He had stopped filing his nails down and had let his natural claws grow out. The other orphans had done the same. Stryg had told them to never be ashamed of who they were.

Mel bent his legs, ready to sprint, Remember this moment, everyone. This is the moment the Lunisians of the Southside Temple stood up for themselves.

The orphans swallowed nervously and nodded in agreement.

I always wanted to die a hero, Witt grinned shakily.

They probably wont kill us, Mel said.

Oh thank the gods, thats a relief.

Theyll probably capture us, bring us to their boss, torture us, and then kill us, Mel finished.

But you actually have siblings, four of them right? she furrowed her brow. I didnt have any, brother or sister.

Youre right, I have a brother and three sisters. And each and every one of them is vying for my fathers throne. Some of them arent even afraid to use violence. By the time my father passes away, there will probably be one or two of us left at best.

Thats horrible! she gasped.

Callum tried to steady his trembling hands, I hated growing up in that big mansion. I I couldnt read properly when I was young, I still cant if were being honest. Most people gave up on me, even the servants didnt very much care about what I thought. No one thought I could be the Veres heir, after all, Im half-human I felt so small, so unseen among my perfect vampire family.

Callum smiled wryly, Then my older half-sister, Elise, dragged me away from all the instructors who had given up on my studies. She sat me down next to a book and didnt let me go until I read her one single sentence right.

Your sister sounds mean, Sylvie said.

On the contrary, I loved her all the more for it. Elise was the only one who believed I could do it. The only one who thought I could actually read, that I wasnt just some imbecile. I read a whole sentence for the first time that day, all thanks to her. Elise meant the whole world to me...

Meant? Did she?

No, shes alive and well, and she still dotes on me whenever she can, Callum smiled half-heartedly. But now she wants me to help her with my Houses succession. Sometimes I wonder if the only reason she helped me when I was a child was because she wanted to use me as a weapon for her plans.

Sylvie bit her lip.

Callum cleared his throat, So yeah, I know what its like to feel alone even when people around say they care. When I first saw you, I was stunned, your beauty, your smile. But when I heard you talk about yourself, thats when it happened. I felt seen, I felt like, heres a person who actually understands me.

Sylvie smiled to herself, Stryg was wrong.

Huh?

He said you were only my friend because you wanted to sleep with me.

I guess I deserve that, Callum thought. For any other girl he might have been right, he admitted.

So Im different? she smirked.

Are you just realizing that now? Ive never met anyone like you.

She leaned in with a grin, And whats so different about me?

Besides being a dire vampire-human hybrid prodigy mage?

Besides that.

He smiled, For starters, youre so free. Its like nothing fazes you. I could never be like that.

Sylvie laughed, I guess that makes me the opposite of your friend, Stryg. It seems like everything pisses him off.

Callum shook his head, Dont underestimate Stryg. Hes a good friend and he doesnt deserve to be mocked. He is the bravest among us. When he puts his mind to something, theres nothing that can stop him.

Sylvie tilted her head, Why is it that Stryg acts like a complete ass to everyone, but you all seem to respect him more than anyone in class? What did he ever do to deserve that kind of treatment?

Callum closed his eyes. He could still hear the screaming as Kithina cried. The smell of blood in the air. His own beating heart pumping frantically as he ran away like a coward. The sight of Stryg and Clypeus back as they faced off against Dusk Valleys most dangerous warlord. Everything was still crystal clear in Callums mind.

Ill tell you some other time, he whispered.

...Okay, Sylvie nodded carefully. So, dont mess with Stryg, huh?

Yeah, he smiled wryly. Thats some solid advice.

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Stryg sat in an overly large velvet chair in a private room in the library, courtesy of Lord Elzri Noir. He held two books, one in each hand, the first depicted detailed observations and explanations of Oranges agility spells, while the second was a series of long essays regarding Browns vigor spells. He glanced between the two books while frequently taking notes.

A knock rang on the door.

Stryg looked up, his focus disrupted.

Come in, he called out.

The door creaked open, the front desks secretary poked her head out from the doorway.

She bowed, Im sorry for the intrusion. You have a guest. She says she knows you and that she needs to talk with you. It's of the utmost importance, she says.

Karen pushed past the secretary and rushed inside. She was covered in sweat and her breathing was heavy.

Stryg, I need your help! Karen gasped between breaths.

He nodded, Okay. Stryg pushed the books aside, and stood up. Who do we need to kill?