Returning
to Kul Elna was a lot harder than she had thought it would be and she couldn’t
decide if it was because she had been away for so long, or whether it was
because her mage training was making her sensitive to things she had missed
when she had left.
On
the plus side the voices were leaving her alone. Instead they had joined forces
with the spirits trapped within the village boundaries to torment Akhenaden and
his group of men. While she felt slightly sorry for the men who had done
nothing wrong, it did give her some much needed respite from the voices.
As
she stalked around the remains of the village, haunting it like any other ghost
that hadn’t been laid to rest, she came across a building she recognised far
too well. She slipped inside the mostly collapsed shell and moved towards the
more unstable back of the building. When she had left Kul Elna, she had hidden
away what little she had left along with the giant stone tablet they had used
to create the Millennium Items, down in the cellar of this building.
The
former tavern’s spacious basement had been specifically dug to be difficult to
access from the surface and its entrance had been deliberately hidden even
before she had gotten Diabound to put a giant stone in front of it.
She
was much stronger now, mentally, magically and physically and still she
required a hand from her Ka beast to move the massive boulder. The pair of them
rolled it aside and Ba-Khu-Ra slipped inside, carefully making her way down the
sand coated stone stairwell.
The
dark atmosphere was thicker at the bottom of the stairs, the power within the
air almost thick enough to cut with a knife. The spirits guarding the stuff she
had left behind, swarmed forward only to part before her, bowing slightly as
she passed.
She
was almost a queen amongst the ghosts of Kul Elna. They looked to her to get
revenge for them and help them move on. She was just pleased that she could
finally fulfil part of the oath she had taken to do just that.
“Don’t
break the Guards too badly.” She spoke to the spirits that seemed to ‘lead’ the
ghosts of her people, “Feel free to torment Akhenaden as much as you like, as
long as he can still function. He’s been sent here to ensure you lot get to
move on.” She could feel the shock in the air as the spirits nodded and the
small pack of ghosts in the basement faded away, the power in the air mostly
fading away with them.
She
set up her sleeping gear near the tablet, certain that no one else would bother
venturing down here unless they were suicidal. Unlike the guards and Akhenaden,
she knew what the bandits were like in the local area.
She
would be much safer underground than she would in their camps. They were more
than welcome to join her down here if they found it and could survive the
spirits, but for now she would stay safe and they could deal with the local trouble
makers.
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