Chapter 325: Unalla

Chapter 325: Unalla

Stryg didnt like the infirmary. It was bad enough that the pungent scents of potions and ointments filled his nostrils. The small room with four grey walls held no warmth. The whole place felt unnatural. However, it was the state of the people that truly made him wish he was anywhere but here.

Feli wrapped her arms around Strygs neck and hugged him tightly.

What were you thinking, you idiot! she cried. Why did you try to fight that woman and her magic sword head-on! You saw what happened to the others! You could have died!

Ow, ow, ow, ow! Stryg winced. His whole body ached from his bloody scrapes, broken bones, and bruised muscles. Felis increasingly tightening arms only made the injuries more painful. Still, as he heard her shaky breaths and felt her shoulders tremble, he couldnt find the strength to push her away.

Im sorry, he whispered into her ear.

Ismene walked into the room, a healer dressed in blue robes stood behind her. A silver amulet hung around his neck, a diamond embedded at the very center, the symbol of a white mage.

Ismene took one glance at the hugging couple and lightly tapped her cane into the ground, Alright, Miss Feli, you can chastise your stubborn husband later. Let the healer do his work.

Feli sniffed, wiped her tears, and reluctantly stepped away, though she stayed close by.

The healer was an elderly drow, the lines of age clear on his forehead and the edges of his blue eyes. He bowed his head, My Aspirant, if youd be so kind as to remove your shirt?

Stryg glanced down at his shirt, or what was left of it. The white tunic had been left in tatters and was mostly covered in dried blood. He raised his forefinger and used the claw to easily rip through the last few seams. The tattered tunic fell off without much effort.This chapter is updated by nov(e)(l)biin.com

I suppose that works, the white mage smiled, Now then, shall we begin? White mana flowed into his hands and a soft pale glow enveloped his fingertips.

Stryg, that was a bold plan you had back there, Ismene said in a calm, but serious voice. Your durability scales barely held against Nallas final attack. You have a tougher body than anyone I know, but even then, if your yellow magic had been a sliver weaker you wouldnt be sitting here right now.

Stryg sighed, I know, but

You seemed to have suffered numerous lacerations, especially over the right side of your abdomen, the healer noted as he ran the healing magic over Strygs skin, Seven ribs seem to be broken as well. Im surprised none of them punctured a lung.

Like master Ismene said, I have a tough body, Stryg shrugged, and instantly regretted the quick motion. Pain shot up his back and shoulders.

Try not to move too much, the healer said sympathetically.

Yup Im aware, Stryg said through clenched teeth.

Hold on, the healer paused, Your lacerations the flesh has seemed to have already begun to heal? Did someone already cast healing magic over you?

Nope, Stryg said.

Healing spells only quicken the bodys natural processes, we cannot regenerate actual wounds, the healer said sternly. We can only do so much. Your body can only handle so much. If someone has already cast healing spells over you, I cannot continue for risk of putting your recovery in danger.

Its fine. I havent seen any other healers. My body just recovers faster than most, Stryg admitted.

The healer stepped back and looked over Stryg as if he was seeing a legend come to life in front of his very eyes, I wasnt aware U-uh, forgive me, the powers of an Ebon Aspirant are still very new to me.

Stryg was pretty certain his healing abilities had nothing to do with his prime chromatic magic, but rather his hybrid mutations, though he decided to simply nod and say nothing. He quite liked the look of awe in the old drows eyes.

Ismene did not. You cannot always rely on your healing, child, she frowned. Someday it may not be enough.

Stryg sighed, ...I know, but I thought the Standstill Curse was the best way to prevent Unalla from using that sword of hers. In the end, it worked, but I think if I had

What did you say? Ismene furrowed her brow.

Hm? I used the Standstill Curse?

No, what did you call her? Your opponent.

Unalla?

...How old was she? Unalla whispered with wide, curious eyes.

Una was 9. She was a small little thing, but she was full of so much life, Ismene chuckled reminiscently.

...I think she told me about you, Unalla muttered. Never by name, but she told me of a human who was like a big sister to her. A woman who was always there for my mom

We were this close, Una and I, Ismene nodded and clasped her hands together, I was lucky enough to see her grow up into a splendid and brave young woman, before she disappeared.

My mom also told me Unallas voice grew cold, That big sister was lovers with my uncle, Elzri Noir, the kinslayer.

Its true, she admitted. I was going to marry your uncle, back when things seemed so simple. But after Esletha and Aiden

Died. They died. Murdered by my uncle, their brother, your lover, Unalla sneered.

Ismene sighed and sat down next to the bed, I remember that day, I could never forget. I was sitting next to your mother when it happened. I remember the screams of horror from the crowd. I couldnt believe it was real I turned to your mother, but she was gone. I searched the whole city, but no one could find her. She had disappeared.

Because my uncle would have killed her! He wanted to be the undisputable heir of House Noir!

No, though back then I thought that as well. The truth is more complicated Elzri never wanted the Noir throne, Ismene shook her head softly. Elzri has made mistakes, mistakes that have cost him everything. Time and grief have left him a shadow of his former self, but he is not the monster you think him to be.

Then what is he? Huh!? A psychopath who would just kill his siblings for the fun of it!? she screamed.

He is a man who loved Una more than anyone else in the world, Ismene smiled sadly.

The young drows expression froze, stunned, What?

Una is Elzris only full-blooded sibling. She meant everything to him. He would have killed anyone who would have tried to harm her, even his own brother.

Unallas face paled, Youre saying uncle Aiden tried to kill my mother?

Who do you think poisoned your grandfather?

She bit her lip, If If thats true, then why did Elzri kill aunt Esletha too!

As I said, Elzri has made mistakes, mistakes that cost him everything. He never meant to kill Esletha and that mistake has haunted him his entire life.

Unalla licked her lips uncertainly, Why tell me this, hm? Ive never heard this story before. What makes you think Id believe it?

I cant change what you believe. I can only tell you what I know. It took your uncle 24 years to finally open up and tell me what really happened that day. I dont think hed ever find the courage to tell anyone ever again. So I thought it'd be best if I told you instead.

Is that why you came? To try and clear his name?

No, I came to see you, to know that you were alright, and to let you know that you and your mother are not alone. It has been 56 years since Ive seen Una, but she is still my friend and I miss her dearly. Please, when you see her, tell her that.

Ismene leaned on her cane, pushed herself to her feet, and hobbled towards the door.

You said it took Elzri 24 years to tell you the truth of uncle Aiden and aunt Esletha! Unalla called out.

Thats correct.

Why did it take him so long to tell you the truth?

Elzri has always been a person who believes he must carry the burdens of his family alone. I suspect that has to do with it, though I am not certain. Ismene shrugged, I may not know why it took him so long, but I do know why he told me.

And why was that?

Ismene smiled, It was because Elohnoir was born that day.