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IX. Apart Again
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Retribution of the Roar X. Conscience
Ryder saw the flier about the Moon Festival. He was visiting the local hunter who reported that he saw Fhae in the woods. As they sat and talked over tea, Ryder saw the invitation on the table. 300 years of celebrating the Shore's warriors under the moonlight, it said. "Are you going, young man? Your partner is a Rigiddin, right? She's sure to be there," the hunter had asked. Ryder shook his head and explained that he was putting the mission first. The man just stared at him, maybe wondering what's so important in chasing a ghost rather than spending time with the living. His look made him remember what happened in their meeting earlier. "Are you mocking me, Ryder Radstille?" Sir Vance had risen in his seat when Ryder mentioned about Fhae's ghost being one of the Shore's ways to communicate. "We have the priests that serve as messengers of the Shore. What kind of speculation is this?" "Let me explain. The Shore is where our souls return when we die, as it's the source of everythi
Retribution of the Roar XI. The Moonlight Festival
The dancing was still the best part for Raeya, even if she was not good at it. Where are they? She scanned the crowd for any signs of Aegis. The parade was over. Aren't they supposed to be here already? "Can I hold your hand?" The soft voice of a child's request made her reach out her hand automatically but quickly withdrew it when she saw she was not the one being asked. She was used to it that it was always her attention that people sought after when it comes to events such as these. "You okay?"Jin asked beside her. Raeya just nodded. She searched the surroundings and her eyes rested on a lady resting in front of a nearby stall. A girl of about eight was offering her a plate of sweets. The lady was dressed in a pure black satin dress which highlighted her white skin. Her hair was tied in a ponytail but it was also braided tightly. Her dress reached past her toes but it almost exposed all of her upper part, showing the tattoo of the Rigiddin's vulture in black ink--a Rokohorta d
Retribution of the Roar XII. Chase
Raeya just realized that she was weaponless. Her sword--the only thing that made her survive countless battles was resting in her room back at the cabin. How could she not have anticipated this? Already, she sighted four gigantic Shadows howling and stomping their way through the festival. They were not the normal size. They towered over the buildings of Veynstown. A lump gathered into her throat and threatened to spill out of her eyes. Her weapon was not here, so was her protector. What could she do? "Raeya." Jin looked at her in the eye while placing a dagger in her hand. "I know it's scary." He had that deep warrior tone in his voice as his blue eyes were burning in orange because of the flames. "But you are in the right place. Why do you think this is happening right now where you are standing?" He put his hand on top of hers. "You were meant for this. The Shore is on your side. Our ancestors are rooting for you. And I believe in you." Raeya snapped back to reality. She s
Retribution of the Roar XIII. Comeback of the Conjurers
Ryder thought he was lost, not until he saw the flickering light down the road. It was the Nysou's house. He had to leave his bike as there was a river to cross and the bridge looked like it would crumble at any time. Ryder walked through the bridge and it creaked heavily. It made him wonder if where did all the riches of the Nysou go that they couldn't even fix a decent road towards their house. The Nysou were a family of professional graveyard diggers who were in service to the Triad for decades already. They should have no problem with the money. A horrible thought entered his mind--the thought of the Triad not actually paying them. The government keeps their promises, right?, Ryder countered. But then, a voice entered his mind. Again. 'Unlike yours who protects corrupt officials but can't even save a friend!' He knew that the government had its own flaws. Corruption was evident though from time to time, they would blame it on one official, force him to step down, and the peopl
Retribution of the Roar XIV. Old Foes, New Fights
Ryder could still remember it all. The memory hit him like the hurricanes that frequent the Khafouni Sea. They splashed in his mind in an uninviting way and the feelings of the war resurfaced to try to sink him once again in pain. Drones, missiles, and debri fell around them. Ryder was taking the lead in breaking through Hearth’s main facility for them to shut down and the lab where the Shadows were created, capture the scientists, and finally end the war. Who would have thought that Hearth, the City of Healing, was actually the creator of the Shadows? At that time, the scientists were armed themselves, though they have already lost their titles from being honorable scientists to mere conjurers. They had broken the Scientists’ Code. Their judgment was 300 years late. No more shall they be called professionals. Ryder could remember that he was calling them out to surrender. But he received a wave of bullets as a reply. He had no choice. Ryder gave the command and everyone went in.
Retribution of the Roar XV. The Shaman of the Shore
Of course, Ryder would be giving chase. Not only chasing Grey, but Fhae, as well. For if he is able to wring the information out of the conjurer, he surely will find her. Fhae's death was a mystery to him. To the others, she was just killed in action. But for Ryder, it was hard to accept that his mentor suddenly died like that in the hands of ordinary conjurers. So when a slight opportunity of revelation approached him, a little bit kind of a hidden story, a small ray of hope, revealed itself to him, he grabbed it. If the Triad was asking on why he was so bent on finding Fhae, the answer was simple. He had received instruction one fateful day. Droplets of rain drizzled down. Ryder had come back from visiting their old house. He had been hiding his remorse for almost a year and he had been dealing it alone to the point that when someone offers help, he would turn it away, even if it was from his sigil partner. He suddenly didn’t know what was worse—his dilemma or the fact that he w
Retribution of the Roar XVI. Powers of the Rigiddin
Even with his back turned, Raeya could feel the authority emitted by her brother.The chief was wearing a cape trimmed with dark gray wolf fur. He also wore wristbands made of black iron etched with old runes. Raeya knew he was shirtless, as was the custom of the Rigiddin, to be bare and raw yet strong. He looked back to her for a moment. A single strip of tattoo ran from his right eye down to his foot.“Heal her.”That was when she realized he wasn’t looking back at her.All around, women in black dresses descended to the ground one by one, their white skin and inked tattooes glowing because of their backless outfit. Each of them held a huge fan almost the size of half of their body which had blades on the tips. Raeya held back her amazement. It was the Rokohorta dancers.A familiar hand touched her shoulder.“Sister…”
Retribution of the Roar XVII. Mount Memoir
Ryder was led to the mountain of graves. It was the worst place for a fight. Mount Memoir was a resting place of both warriors and common folk. It was not right for them to battle here. The midnight moon loomed over the dark sky. Grey was there facing a familiar spot with a cemented familiar name—his name. “So this is supposed to be my grave?” He kicked his own tombstone with a fury that made the birds on the nearby trees fly away. Gone was the miniature stature of red glass marbled into his figure. The pieces scattered on the grass and they glinted crimson blood under the moonlight—a color that was inevitable to be spilled any moment from now. Ryder met Grey at Hearth's 300th graduation ceremony. He was this scrawny boy who had nothing to boast but his brain. Aegis was assigned to the security services while Ryder was called as a guest speaker. While the candidat
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