Zero Dream
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The Great Depths
Their return to the Nyanko had been a successful one, but he had not tarried – left his companion to reap most of the honours for himself. Even the maps which had picked at his attention earlier on and had lead to their fishing venture did not seem to be able to hold his attention, though he did indeed study them and do his best to commit them to memory – a few sketches were also jolted down in the notebook he carried. It's page were getting full... a good thing he had thought to bring three with him instead of just one.
But for now, he had something else – something rather important – to do still. The merfolk were still waiting on him, and though he still felt guilt as leaving his companion behind at his task, he had no other choice – this tasks needed to be done, and it seemed like the best outcome to split now. He had left the books with the dragon, and he had left his aoidei with him as well. Jinx had been rather unhappy with her master's decision, but a few choice words had quieted her – she would be more useful to the dragon than she would for him, especially now that he knew just what the world was like. The cat would likely refuse to enter a body of water this large, and who knew how long this would take him ?
And so, he had bid his companions farewell for now, and wandered down the path he had previously walked a few hours prior – now alone. He travelled light – bringing only some rations and more of the berries the nyanko had given him before in his messenger bag, all wrapped up in large leaves, in an attempt to keep them dry. With no dragon to be able to pull him should something occur, the bag would have to follow him down this time, as he did not fancy the thought of drowning. The surface was every bit as slippery as it had been then, and the lack of Tian Yue to be able to hold onto while his claws brought him stability made his descent rather slow. In the end, though, he seemed to give up on such thing and simply let himself slide down once he had reached a gentle slope, only working himself to his feet – only narrowly avoiding tripping – once he had reach the point where the root-alguae angled upward. He paused only a moment before he started his climbing. The rubbery substance was quite slick itself, but a bit drier on the inside that the floor had been, the edges allowing for some grip to his fingers.
What he would have done for actual, useable wings now... The tendrils at his back were, as always, rather useless, though they gave an irritated twitch in response to the mood of the god. He could move them easily, stretch and fold them – the basics of usability were right there, but there had no way so little a surface could lift and carry him. And unlike Tian Yue, he was not gifted with the power of wingless flight.
It had taken him quite some time to be able to scale the length, but eventually he did just that, and leaped from his precarious perch on the top, feeling unsafe with how the weaker part swayed under his weight and threatened to break. He landed perfectly on one of the large leaves below.
The world seemed somehow bigger, quieter now that he did not have his companion at his side. This was a foolish thought – nothing had changed here, as far as he could tell. Nothing... beside the fact that he stood alone. Truly alone. But this could not be it either... could it ? Had he gotten... used to this ?
He forced the thought out of his head, hands moving to undo the strap of the bag, tying it around his waist as tightly as he could bear it, in fear that the waves would knock it from his shoulders. When a few thugs proved the whole very solid, he took and ate more of the bitter fruits – ugh, these were not an acquired taste – and zipped the bag closed again before jumping into the cold water and swimming.
Downward, always downward.
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They were exactly where he had left them, gathered at the ruins of the city, still beautiful in spite of being broken in so many ways. Ankou settled in the bottom once more, but this time did not extend his power. There was no need to, and his mana was still scarce and precious. Not to be abused less he had none at his disposal should he really needed to unleash his powers. They had been whispering among themselves, but all went silent once more at the god's return.
'You have returned swiftly, Carrier of the Dead.' It was true, that what had seemed to take so long for him perhaps only took a few hours in truth. But still, Ecletia sounded pleased.
He nodded in answer, parting his lips to mouth out his words. 'As I have. I trust you are all ready ?'
'We are well beyond ready, Lord.' Her words were just the slightest bit bitter, but drew no emotion from the Spirit Guide's features.
'Then it shall be just a moment.' With that, he propelled himself though the water with a kick, scanning his surroundings. There were plenty of bodies here – after there had been no one left to bury them, most likely – the bones clean, likely from having been picked clean by the fish. It saved him from a potential gruesome task, not that it would have stopped him. These were bodies, discarded and useless. The bones came easily, seeming light in his hands, and he slid them through one of the side-pockets of the bag before zipping that closed as well. He did not dare to open the main section, where food, water and berries were stored. The Guide was quite sure the ratty old bag was not waterproof, but Sanyrra had assured him that the bundling of leaves would help to keep everything from getting completely drenched.
With that done, he slid though the water once more. 'Let us go, then. Show me these pathways, Ecletia.'
The mermaid nodded, and so they were off.
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Ecletia had been right. There was no way Tian Yue would have been able to fit though this while wearing scales. And it was a pity in itself, because that meant he did not get to see this. The once-great spires of coral that marked the entrance were broken, but yet it seemed to take little from their beauty. Thin and long, it seemed likely that they spread to stand over the surface in their prime. This was truly a sacred path, and had been revered as such.
'It is here.' The woman spoke, softly. 'Can you tell of anything, Carrier of the Dead ?'
Indeed, he could. The water was colder here, first of all, but the depths seemed to grow unnaturally dark in the distance. But the true tell-tale hint was the familiar energy he felt dwelling just beyond. Well, this certainly made his job easier.
'All is well..' He mouthed, and swam though the opening. The merpeople followed. It was indeed getting a great deal colder here. The dead did not mind, but as he gave a kick of his feet to swim along a sudden angle, he noticed he was shivering. This path was much like a maze carved from the earth itself, with many sharp turn and twists. After a few minutes of swimming, he stopped, where the water turned pitch dark, even to the string of lights tied to his wrist.
Right there... Right beyond there, and he could be in the Underworld. It was hard, beyond hard, to try to resist the urge – but if he was quick enough about this, perhaps he would be able to catch up with the dragon before he left the nyanko camp. 'Right here, beyond here, is what you seek. You will be welcomed.'
He needed to say nothing more. They swam right into the darkness, without hesitation, their scale brushing against his form, whispering words of thank and praise. Prayer. Worship. It felt unlike anything he could remember feeling in this life. Like a sudden jolt coursing though his body, extremely pleasant and comfortable, spreading though him like warmth.
The merpeople continued to pass him by, and for a moment, he watched the darkness intently. A few well-placed kicks of his legs and he would be swallowed by it himself. It was hard to resist giving in to the temptation, but there were other things to be done.
As he turned to swim back, however, the very ground around him started to shake – the last few spirits of the dead around him scampering off into the dark water in fear of what was happening – a earthquake... ?
The water around him suddenly moved, as if drawn down by an invisible source. The Guide managed to get a few paces in, but the 'pull' was growing stronger and stronger until he could no longer fight it, his strength spent.
The water dragged him below, and the darkness swallowed him in turn.



