Across Eternity: Book 6 – Chapter 10

Deaf Ears

The festivities started early the next morning. Knight’s Day was always a big affair, and this year would be no different. True, the threat of the Profane hung like a cloud, but the valiance and power of the knights in quelling their attack had left the public hopeful. Of course, this didn’t apply to everyone. The countless people killed the night before left a lot of friends and family in deep mourning, and numerous others were left badly shaken. Though the wounds on their bodies had been mended with potions and magic, the wounds in their minds would take more time to heal.

Regardless of the events of last night, it was a jovial event, and Noah, Valia, and Shannon were enjoying it as they wandered the streets. Wherever they looked, people were celebrating with masks, noisemakers, and exotic treats. Street performers wowed audiences with their magic and acrobatics, while floats depicting various monsters rolled through the streets. Shannon clung to Noah and Valia tightly as they waded through the crowd. True, she had spent plenty of time in Welindar and Colbrand, exposing her to the bustle of city life, but deep down, she’d always be the nomad girl of the Petosic Steppes.

“This is the third Knight’s Day I’ve been here for, and the first one I’ve actually been able to savor,” said Noah.

“What happened during the first two?” Shannon asked.

“I spent my first Knight’s Day at the academy, getting enrolled. There was a big battle royale to thin out the herd, but honestly, just standing and waiting in the hot sun was the worst part. As for the second, I was busy getting knighted and then dealing with Seraph.”

“I heard he’s refused to accept his title as the tournament champion,” said Valia. “I certainly don’t blame him. If I were in his place, receiving that award after my final opponent threw the match would rob me of all honor.”

“So Colbrand’s first-ever fighting tournament ends with a Profane attack and no official winner. Honestly, this city is a magnet for all things weird and unfortunate, especially at this time of year.”

“Well, last year could have been a normal celebration with nothing going on, but like you said, you were busy dealing with Seraph,” Valia reminded.

“Good times.”

“Then there was the year before when the festival had to be postponed because the city was nearly destroyed.”

“My hands are clean on that.”

“Your business with the Harajin added a lot of extra drama that we really didn’t need.”

“It all worked out in the end, didn’t it?”

“I remember it was… five or six years ago, Knight’s Day was interrupted by acorn-sized hail, punching through roofs and windows.”

“That sounds absolutely awful,” said Shannon.

“It wasn’t half as bad as the year when a colossal squid attacked the port the day before the festival, smashing up a bunch of ships and nearly halting the celebration. Fortunately, Tarnas slew it, so things went as planned. The problem was all the gulls feeding on the carcass, getting sick, and proceeding to vomit and defecate all over the city. Imagine this festival going on, and then, without warning, filth just RAINS down upon you. Washing it all out of my hair was an ordeal in itself, and the smell lingered in the streets for weeks.”

“Like I said, this city is a magnet for all things weird and unfortunate,” said Noah.

They continued their tour of the city, seeing everything the festival had to offer. As morning turned to afternoon, they made their way to the Knight’s Sheath to drink and enjoy some good music. Melinda greeted them at the door, and even while out in the streets, they could hear the ruckus inside.

“Busy day?” Valia asked.

“Busiest day of the year,” said Melinda.

They entered to find Roc being carried around on people’s shoulders, all cheering for his victory. True, he had forfeited the match with Seraph, but the fact remained that he had proven his supremacy against the mighty combatants before him. Normally, the eagle warrior was rather straight-laced and withdrawn, but looking at his intoxicated grin, it was clear he was drunk enough to lose all reservations and celebrate his wins.

The entire first floor was packed with drinkers and partiers, while upstairs, the working girls were working their tails off. Courtesans waded through the crowd in their exotic outfits, handing out drinks and swatting the men copping a free feel as they passed by. Daniel was up on stage, playing rock music. All the place needed were beads, and it would be like Mardi Gras.

Noah, Valia, and Shannon reached the bar, where Alexis and Lucius were filling glasses and mugs so quickly that barely a moment passed where liquor wasn’t being poured.

“Hey, Lex. A bottle of ambrosia and three glasses, if you would,” said Noah.

“Coming right up,” Alexis panted. For her to be so out of breath, there was no telling how long she’d been forced to keep up this pace. This wasn’t a party; it was a siege. She gave Noah a bottle and glasses, but was too busy to pour for him, so he did it himself.

“To Knight’s Day,” said Valia in a toast.

The three clinked their glasses and drank deeply. As he emptied his glass, Noah thought he heard a woman’s scream. Considering all the partying going on outside and inside, as well as the noisy fornication happening upstairs, he put it out of his mind and moved to refill their glasses. Then there was a second scream, this time inside the building, and everyone heard it. One of the courtesans stumbled into the parlor, her burlesque outfit soaked in blood coming from the stab wound in her chest, with her resulting collapse causing more shock. Without the music playing, everyone could now hear the angry voices outside.

Alexis grabbed her bow from under the bar and leaped onto the counter. “Everyone, out of the way!” she shouted before racing towards the wounded girl. Sophia met her there, using her powers to try and stop the bleeding. Alexis continued on to the front door. “Daniel, get out here!” she immediately shouted.

If she was calling for Daniel, it was apparent what was happening outside. Noah and Valia hurried outside, finding Alexis facing down an angry mob. At her feet was Melinda, with an axe embedded in her skull. “Get back! All of you!” Alexis ordered with a loaded arrow, ready to be plugged into someone’s chest.

“Filthy heathens!”

“Get out of our city!”

“You brought the Profane here!”

“You disgusting animals should be slaughtered!”

“My father died last night because of monsters like you!”

The mob shouted their slurs and waved their weapons, formed through their anger and fear from the Profane attack, mixed with an ample amount of celebratory liquor. Had this been planned? Or had it started with one indignant fool and then snowballed? They tried throwing garbage at the front of the building, even a Molotov, but the Knight’s Sheath had wards against such attacks. One girl was already dead, another was wounded, and it was just continuing to escalate.

Daniel arrived with his guitar, and seeing what was going on, he went pale and stuttered for a second, but snapped himself out of it. If he could get his nameless tune going like he did during the riot two years ago, he could placate the mob and end the violence, but as soon as he began to play, a barrage of stones was hurled at him and the others. Noah protected himself and Shannon with his armored coat, while Valia intercepted the stones with her sword. One was thrown from the side by someone else in the crowd, passing beyond her reach and striking Daniel in the skull, bringing him down.

“What do we do?” Shannon asked.

“There’s one!” a man shouted, pointing at her.

The crowd advanced towards her and Noah, but he faced them and vented his mana into the surrounding air like a poison gas cloud, then shouted one word. “ENOUGH!”

Everyone stopped dead at the sound of his voice, but that’s because of how they experienced it. Immersed in his mana, each member of the mob heard his voice thunder in their ears as if wearing headphones with the volume raised to its maximum level. That sudden barrage of sound, that voice of authority booming right within their personal space with no room to hide from it, triggered their most primal instincts, and fear overwhelmed their rage. This wasn’t a trick using invisibility and clones, but a manifestation of his honed projection abilities, allowing him to direct his voice however he wanted at those within his proximity.

“That was a very unwise decision on your part. Kneel.”

Everyone immediately dropped to their knees and pressed their faces to the earth, feeling his presence pounding on them like a waterfall. At the moment, they weren’t people. He had reduced them to mere animals flashing their bellies. His voice and mana were like the hot breath of a massive predator flaring its nostrils as it decided whether or not to devour them. Even Shannon instinctively prostrated, and Alexis and Valia barely resisted the impulse to obey.

“Blinded by loss and anger, deceived into chasing scapegoats, you’re acting like fools. No one in the Knight’s Sheath wants anything bad to happen to this city or its people. They call this place home, same as you do. They are not your enemy, but you have declared yourselves to be mine. Need I remind you what I do to my enemies?”

As Noah spoke, he drew his sword. His voice was impossible to block out, even when people covered his ears, and his mana imprinted his killing intent so clearly that those with their heads to the ground now felt like they were kneeling at the chopping block, awaiting the executioner’s axe.

“Who here is responsible for killing Melinda?” he asked while drawing his sword. “Either one will suffer, or all will.”

“It was him! He did it!” a woman exclaimed, pointing to a man nearby.

“You bitch!” he hissed.

Noah approached and stood over him. “Raise your head.”

The man looked at him in terror. “Please, forgive—” Noah’s hand closed around his throat, silencing him.

“There was a time when, if a tragedy like this were to happen before me, I would preach tolerance, forgiveness, and peace. I would try to change you, to educate you, to make you a better man who would never again make such a mistake. In all of my long years, I’ve learned the value of patience and mercy, of taking the time to help people get on the right path. I’ve also learned to spot those who are simply a lost cause, wastes of effort who don’t deserve such kindness.”

As he spoke, the man fought for breath, desperately trying to loosen Noah’s fingers while his veins swelled and his eyes threatened to pop out of his skull. No one dared look as they listened to his pained gasps and struggle, fearing that if they so much as moved, they would feel the grip of the end around their throats.

“That said, killing you is hardly any less pointless. No matter how much trash like you I clear away, there is always more, and I’m so sick and tired of dealing with you people and the conflicts you stir up. I’m sick of cursing in condemnation, sighing in resignation, turning away in exhaustion, and fighting in obligation. But no matter what I do, no matter what world I’m on, people like you force me to react and get involved.” The man, moments from death, fell back as Noah released him, coughing and struggling to get air back in his lungs. “Soiling this holiday with more death and bloodshed won’t accomplish anything, and you don’t deserve the privilege of being a martyr for your hatred. Your death will come to you in the darkness of the dungeon, unseen and forgotten.”

Knights and soldiers arrived, drawn by the commotion. “What’s going on?” Frigga asked, leading them.

“Take this man away. He is under arrest for the crime of murder. As for the rest of you…” He turned and looked at the rioters still prostrating before him. “Get out of my sight, and don’t you ever set foot near the Knight’s Sheath again. The next time you decide to take matters into your own hands and let hatred and ignorance push you into violence, I want you to remember how this went, and how much worse it could have been if I were less merciful.”

They hurried to get away from Noah, lest he change his mind, and the killer was locked in iron. Daniel and the stabbed courtesan were both healed thanks to Sophia, and Melinda’s body was brought inside. The merriment was halted, and all the patrons were asked to leave so she could be honored in peace. As tears were shed over her cold body by everyone at the Knight’s Sheath, Noah sat at the bar, nursing his bottle of ambrosia. It wasn’t long before Berholm arrived. A simple murder wouldn’t usually pull the Royal Adjudicator from the palace, especially on a day like today, but considering that it happened at the Knight’s Sheath, he was rightfully fearful when he arrived.

“What’s going on? What happened?” he asked, seeing Melinda’s wrapped body on one of the tables, surrounded by her friends.

“An angry mob attacked my establishment, and Melinda was killed,” said Cyrilo bitterly. “They were drunk on liquor and bile, chanting for my girls to be strung up, accusing us of orchestrating last night’s attack. I want to know what you plan to do to make sure this doesn’t happen again.”

Berholm was about to answer, but stopped, as Noah, walking by, paused and grasped his shoulder. To Berholm, Noah’s hand felt like a weight, and he got the same sensation from their silent argument during the tournament.

“You were warned.”

Three simple words, but they thundered through Berholm’s mind like the trumpets heralding an army. When Noah removed his hand from his shoulder, Berholm felt his dread skyrocket. “Noah, wait!” he exclaimed, spinning around, but Noah was already gone, as if vanishing into thin air.

Soaked in a cold sweat, Berholm rushed outside but saw no sign of him, yet he knew where he was going. Berholm pulled out a whistle and began projecting a series of loud chimes, echoing across the city and reaching the ears of the knights. They all understood the code and hurried back to the palace, but did so as subtly and quietly as they could, not wanting to give the public cause for alarm. Bad enough that Noah was going for the king, but today of all days, after everything that had happened. The city couldn’t endure yet another tragedy.

Galvin was escorted down a palace corridor by his guards, with Seraph brought along by Tarnas. “What’s going on?” he asked.

“We believe the Wandering Spirit is after you, Your Majesty. We need to get you both to a secure location,” said Tarnas, causing both Seraph and Galvin’s hearts to sink and terror grip them.

Throughout the palace, every door was locked, every window shuttered and barricaded, and knights and soldiers stood guard at every corner and passage. The king and prince were brought to a small room at the end of a corridor filled with heavy doors of thick wood and steel, all constructed following Bella’s murder of the previous king to prevent history from repeating itself. There was one small window for air, and through it came the frightened voice of a knight outside.

“He’s here! The Wandering Spirit is here!”

Outside, in the main yard in front of the palace, Noah stood, facing an army of knights, all keeping their distance, with countless swords and arrows pointed at him from all directions. The portcullis had already been locked and sealed, and how he got past it undetected, nobody knew. Among the knights was Aithorn, trying to hide his inner conflict. It went without saying that he did not want to fight a comrade and Sylphtorian lord, but it was also the uneasiness he felt about the situation.

Noah wasn’t even trying to sneak in. He had let himself be spotted on purpose, standing out in the open for everyone to see. There was no cover around him, nothing he could use to help him in a fight. To put himself at such a disadvantage meant that this was merely a distraction, or he was certain that they could not kill him. Perhaps he knew something they didn’t, had some means of leverage he was about to reveal, or, and most frightening, he didn’t regard them as strong enough to kill him. The knights around Aithorn had heard of his fight against the Wandering Spirit, how he and almost a dozen silver-ranked knights were single-handedly bested, and wondered what chance they had. Aithorn remembered the fight well, and could only imagine how much more powerful Noah had become since then.

“Lord Noah, I ask you to reconsider this. After everything that has happened, everything that awaits us, are you once more going to make yourself an enemy of the kingdom?”

Noah spoke, projecting mana to extend his voice to everyone. “I’m only an enemy if you decide I am one. I’m not here to spill blood, leave scars, or take lives; I promise you that. However, an innocent woman at the Knight’s Sheath was killed, and one of my friends was injured because of Galvin’s vitriol and manipulations, after I specifically warned him that there would be retaliation if his madness inconvenienced me. He didn’t listen, instead continuing to rile up the foolish and scared and turn them on the beastmen, all to keep their anger focused anywhere but on him. After everything I’ve done, he’s still foolish enough to ignore my threats. It seems I must teach him yet another lesson.

However, this goes beyond my simple irritation from an old feud. This anti-beastman sentiment that Galvin is stirring is turning into a ferocious monster, one that will continue to devour innocent lives, all to maintain his power and keep the people fearful and dependent. You’re no fool, Aithorn. You know this as well. I’ve seen where this road leads again and again, and this is how it starts. It starts with pain; then pain leads to fear, fear to anger, anger to hatred, hatred to bloodshed, and bloodshed to infinitely more bloodshed. One woman has already been killed by fearmongering and violence, and she won’t be the last.

Do any of you know what genocide is? It’s the organized and systematic destruction of a group of people—their lives, their culture, everything. I don’t mean like slaying a rival clan, I mean like eradicating hundreds of clans.