An Aldaria Journal
Written By: Damien Knight
Koraki’s recent wedding had its share of problems. There was the political uprising and death of two of his guards. On top of assassination suspicions it rose in the Lady Esmir. The stress had him at his wits end but it wouldn’t be Aldaria if these little problems didn’t occur.
Koraki sat up in his bed, a cigarette pursed in his lips, his wife dead asleep, her light snores all he could hear. It was the wedding night and it started off like any normal persons wedding night. This thought made him smirk, his dark teeth exposed just enough to glint off the moonlight entering the window. He stood up. It was time to leave his bride as he had work to do.
Like a mist, he drifted out of the palace, undetected by his men. He knew he should have stayed, but he was restless and something or someone was calling him. He wandered the wind just floating from shadow to shadow. He landed, and crept through the brush. As soon as he had a rush surrounded him. He smelt sweet perfume on the wind, he was familiar with the scent and his stomach turned. Ayana, that was her perfume.
“No, No” He whispered.
Koraki was now under stress but he had to play cool he closed his eyes and let those surrounding him do so. He would not jeopardize the mission.
As he spoke he saw her step out. He steadied his voice, deepening the tone to not reveal seeing her. He had to act normal.
“I see that I am surrounded and as I am foreigner in your land I suppose you would like to tell me why you all are pointing guns at me?”
He ignored Ayana moving slow in the corner of his sight. He left her at home why was she here? The men raised their weapons and the large man in the center barked orders.
“Hands up your coming with us and so is that woman.” He turned his gun on Ayana.
Koraki did as told.
“You, my friend, will regret this,” he retorted.
“I am no friend of yours,” The large man grunted.
He had one of the other man push Ayana next to Koraki. Ayana went to object but Koraki glared at her and they let the men lead them into a large facility.
They led Ayana away and pushed Koraki in a padded room. It appeared to be a prison for the insane. He turned to mist and seeped under the door and wandered the halls. He called down the hallways.
“Ayana, Sura” He yelled.
It was fitting this place looked like a place for mad men and he felt like a mad man calling for her. As he searched, a young girl approached him. She looked about the age of 5-9 he wasn’t sure. She grabbed his hand her large amber eyes pleaded with him.
“Mister, save my daddy something is wrong with him.”
She drug Koraki over to a man wearing camo who looked all but dead.
“Save him, please, he won’t get up.”
Koraki bent over and pulled something from his leather jacket and scanned the man.
“He needs sunlight. He is dying from lack of vitamin D. Also something is eating his system. Whatever it is it’s not affecting me. That said I can’t heal him. I am sorry,” He stood up, “We have to find milady, understand.”
The girl nodded and gripped his hand. Her blond hair was dingy and unwashed. Her brown eyes had dark circles and her skin was breaking out in the same rash her father had. These people were dying. He followed her as the two called out for Ayana.
“I think she is this way. Are you sure she can save us sir?” The girl whimpered.
“I trust her with my heart” He replied.
He held out his crystal.
The girl nodded, “That is your heart?”
“Sort of. Look into it. Can you see her where is she?” He asked the child.
The girl peered at the crystal.
“She’s fighting some men who are trying to restrain her. They are trying to remove her leather armour and she’s fighting them. She is winning. The cell block is this way, to the left.”
The girl ran down the hallway. Ayana burst from her cell as men chase after. One deploys a tasers on her.
“Boys, I use to be weak to electricity but, Koraki, he trained me well. He shocked me enough I won’t have to fear your weak tasers.”
She jump kicked the taser from one man’s hand. She then tornado kicked the other man in the face. She snatched the taser midair and turned it against the third man.
“Took you long enough. Why are we here?” She snapped at Koraki.
“You weren’t supposed to be here my love, this mission was mine alone.” He growled.
“Doesn’t work that way, mister, where you go I go. Remember, we swore we would always fight together. No more you running off on missions and me waiting for you, hoping you make it alive.”
He nodded he remembered the early days so long ago she assigned the tasks he carried them out he came back and he enjoyed her company. Now they never parted, and he liked that. He owed his life to her. She owed her love to him.
“People are sick here,” He answered, “these people are being poisoned.”
“Why,” Ayana asked.
“We are the undesirables,” The little girl whispered, “We are those in society who are deemed expendable.”
“I may be a Spartan but this world is not Sparta we will get you out of here,” Koraki snapped.
He waved his hand and he was wearing his armour.
“You’re the Spartan? I knew it I been praying you would come save us.”
She grabbed his hand and drug him back to her father and the others. The room was bleak, a few chairs and a table. It reminded Koraki of an institution dayroom.
“This man is the Spartan I spoke of, he is real.” The others looked at Koraki and Ayana, “You can heal us right?”
Ayana gave a sad shake of her head.
“My magic is weakened in this building. The only one not effected is the Death Knight. I assume it is because they are using a biological component to suppress magic and his biology is different. What I can do is get us out of here. Once out I can heal all of us.”
“Then let’s get the fuck on!” Koraki growled.
He jumped into the air and clawed the ceiling through. If you are going to make a concrete bunker, don’t use aluminium for a ceiling, he thought. He tore through and looked outside. Sunrise perfect.
“Ayana fly these people out,” He ordered
Ayana grabbed a group of them and he grabbed another group and they flew out with them. He landed the girl and father down, as well as a few others. Koraki glanced at her as he escorted more people out using magic to force all the doors open from the outside.
The large man with the gun showed up and pointed the weapon at Koraki.
“What in Sam hell do you think you are doing.”
“Well, this isn’t my country and I know I am not king here but I don’t believe in undesirables. Where I come from we don’t imprison the innocent. You can’t hold them in and say they are undesirables and try to show they are by forcefully weakening them. If you noticed you have done no damage to me. Shoot, I will only stand back up.”
The man tightened his hand on the gun while Ayana healed the freed prisoners.
“Shoot damn it,” Koraki growled.
The man shoots and the bullet goes through. The hole gapes open and closes just a little. Koraki doesn’t flinch.
“So, silver huh?” Koraki mocked.
He held his hand out, and the bullet flies into his hand. The man stood shaking, his soldiers rushed around him.
“Ah so at least you knew to shoot the undead with silver. Lot of good that did missing my heart and all. Also, silver doesn’t work on me. I am not allergic. This place will be destroyed and if I see or hear of more trouble your country your king will hear from me. If it means war it means war.”
Koraki turned and looked at the building. With a glance it burst into black flames.
“Come, my beloved lets go home.”