Nebula Arisen
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- Gunter was first aware of the silence. The cursed woods were already quiet, but there was now an oppressive stillness to the air that threatened to steal the breath from his lungs. He had once heard a tale of one of Musique’s Gods, a creature of darkness and silence that swept over a man to stop his heart and release his soul to the stars. In the back of his mind, Gunter wondered if such a God’s influence could reach into even this forsaken place, but he already knew such a thing was impossible. This was a Godless land.
With the silence came a cold so deep that it pierced to the bone and left him aching as though he had aged fifty years. Alarm crept over him like ice, and he tensed against the tree he had claimed as his seat. He knew this feeling all too well. Had felt it just before the first of his comrades had been dragged screaming into the inky black shadows of the forest. His heart pumped wildly in his chest, but Gunter leaned forward very slowly, slowing his breathing until he was as quiet as the clearing they were camped in. Thick fluffy snowflakes began to drift down, and his eyes narrowed as he scanned his surroundings, one hand reaching for the scabbard resting beside him. Just his luck that it would start snowing at this exact moment.
His hard gaze locked with the princess’s as her mouth parted to let out a whisper that shattered the silence.
"Wendigo."
As though she had given them a signal (and Gunter was not beyond considering the possibility), a pack of ghouls burst from the treeline, a chorus of shrieks piercing the air, and he leapt to his feet to greet them with his own battlecry. There was no time to unsheathe his sword before one was upon him, its long bony hands topped with sharp ragged nails that reached out to claw at his skin. The stench of death filled his nose, and he grabbed both of its wrists to restrain it long enough to kick out its legs. The creature was stronger than its skeletal appearance suggested, but then he had already discovered that the hard way just days ago.
A sharp grin remained hidden behind his scarf as he twisted and ripped one twitching hand off from its wrist, and as he moved to do the same with its other hand, he sent a quick glance toward Troy and the princess. The girl was shouting something in that blasted language of hers, but he ignored it, instead barking to Troy, "Prostatépste to korítsi!"
His friend didn’t even bother looking at him as he restrung his bow. "Ópo̱s kai an tha í̱thela na káno̱ allió̱s!
Deflecting the creature’s handless flailing and whipping around to use it as a shield against one of its brethren, he wrapped one arm around its neck, grunting with effort as his muscles bulged and he attempted to pop off its fiercely ugly head. That was when a shout clear as day reached his ears, and he looked toward the princess with wide eyes.
"Fire! You have to attack with fire! It’s the only way to kill them!"
Wait just one ******** minute, she could speak the common tongue!
He knew she’d been hiding something!
His grip having grown lax in his surprise, the ghoul surged forward, and he nearly lost his grasp on it. Quickly regaining himself, he let out a wild cry and finally wrenched the thing’s head from its neck, not bothering to stand around and watch the body collapse. Headless and handless, it was less of a threat than before, and he could concentrate on the rest of the pack. He whirled around just in time to see a wendigo lunge for Troy and the princess, and a shout caught in his throat when something sharp and glistening promptly pierced through the creature’s own and pinned it to a tree. Had Haida soldiers caught up with them?
But looking from Troy to Eirwen, he knew that wasn’t it. The princess now stood tall and proud, lengths of rope lying scattered at her feet, and in that moment Gunter knew they had been tricked. Fury threatened to overflow, but before he could act upon it, another of the wendigo tackled him to the ground, and he could hear Troy shouting in the background. Gunter growled, struggling with the beast, and managed to overpower it long enough to straddle it and punch through its skull with a sickening crunch. Brain matter and other fluids he didn’t care to identify clung to his fist, but Gunter didn’t allow himself to dwell on it, instead rolling to his feet to glance wildly about as he ducked the attack of yet another of the creatures.
"Poú sto diáolo eínai?!" he roared, tossing the body into the campfire. It quickly caught aflame, casting shadows that flared wildly against the snow.
"Den xéro̱, Strati̱gós! Aplá étrexe!" Troy called back, shooting one of the ghouls in the knee to stagger it.
"Poú sto diáolo eínai Aloysius ótan ton chreiázesai?" Gunter snarled, running forward to intercept a wendigo that had been about to lunge for Troy from the side.
"Eímai akrivó̱s edó̱," a familiar voice growled out, and Gunter felt himself bare his teeth in some semblance of a grin as he wrestled with his opponent.
"Schetiká me vlasfi̱mía stigmí̱, o fílos mou!" he managed to grunt out as he rolled and struggled to gain the upper hand.
"An pethánoume edó̱, Páo̱ na sýrete apó ti̱n kólasi̱ gia na se skotó̱so̱, kátharma!" Aloysius shot back, and Gunter would have laughed if he hadn’t been fending off clawed hands that were trying to rip his throat out. With Aloysius here, perhaps they stood a chance of surviving!
However, he didn’t have the time to contemplate possibilities, and he sneered at the grotesque face that snarled down at him, eyes casting about for something to gain the upperhand. He was mere feet from the campfire, if he could only--
There was a scream, and a cry of, "ALOYSIUS!" and Gunter rolled both himself and the wendigo over to slide his legs up and kick it square in the chest toward the fire. It flew back, splaying out over the burning corpse of its brethren, and Gunter sprang to his feet to see Aloysius crumple to the ground, the ghoul that had ripped his heart out looming over him.
Gunter could hear little else beyond the pounding of blood in his ears, and he paused only long enough to snatch up a piece of burning wood before rushing the thing that had killed his comrade with a guttural yell of, "BOREÍTE KÁTHARMA!"
He collided with the creature, knocking it over and off of Aloysius’ body to first punch it with his free hand so hard that its skull shattered at the point of impact. Then he lifted up the wood in his hand to jam it into where the wendigo’s own heart would be.
If it even had one.
The fire swiftly spread from the wood to the monster’s body, and it began to crumble into ash beneath him. Knowing he had little time to recover, Gunter rose back up, ignoring the throbbing pain in his hand, and whirled around to begin fighting the rest of the ghouls--
Only to stop short and find himself staring at the severed wendigo head that had dropped at the feet of a long haired figure. The woman looked up, dark strands of hair sliding back to reveal the pretty, bruised face of the Haida princess, and she stared back at him with hard, icy eyes.
"You--" he stepped forward, and perhaps would have even said more (though honestly he had had no idea what he was going to say) if Eirwen hadn’t taken that moment to thrust her hands into the air. Ice solidified, grew, and surged forward to surround him in perfect synchronization with the gesture before he had time to so much as regain his wits. He watched in shock as the ice crawled over his head, completely encasing him, and he took three more steps forward to knock his fist against his new prison.
It held solidly, and he looked to yell at the b***h that had imprisoned him so easily--only to find her nowhere in sight.
"Af̱tí̱ i̱ skýla…" he groaned, sliding his burned palm against the wall. It soothed the pain, which had started to throb harder now that the adrenalin rush had begun to fade. He peered through the warped surface of the ice to see another dome opposite him.
"Troy, eísai akóma zo̱ntanós? Me akoús?"
Please, please, please, let me have one good thing, let at least Troy be alive…
"Eímai edó̱, Strati̱gós."
Gunter nearly collapsed, so great was his relief. Straightening up, he felt anger flood through him again, as much of it directed at himself as it was at that deceitful princess. How dare she make a fool of him! Had this been her plan all along? He growled, continuing to speak Martian in harsher tones.
"That b***h left us to rot!"
"Can you blame her?" Troy called back, and Gunter could hear his fists knock at his own icy prison. "Though I like to think she was protecting me. She liked me, at least."
"Oh, shut up," Gunter snapped, taking a step back and taking long, controlled breaths, his hands curling into tight fists. "This is the kind of thing you’re supposed to find out in an interrogation! 'Hey, lady, you got any freaky ice powers that could aid in your escape?'" He took on a falsetto tone as he reared one fist back. "'Oh, why yes, handsome stranger who likes to draw pretty flowers and cuddle bear cubs! I do have freaky ice powers that I can use to make your commanding officer look a greater fool than he already is!' ******** b***h!"
He began to punch the ice in earnest, cracks spider webbing along its smooth surface.
"Strati̱gós."
"And you! All you need is a pretty woman to bat her eyes at you and show some interest in your doodles--"
"Strati̱gós."
"--and you’re suddenly committing insubordination! She was a prisoner, Troy! Why--can’t--you--goddamn--listen--
"Strati̱gós!"
With one last strike, the ice shattered, and Gunter shoved through, panting hard. He glared at Troy, who returned the look through his own ice dome.
"What?" he snapped again, approaching the prison in short, angry strides to slam both hands onto the smooth surface of the dome. "What other witty remarks do you have for me, huh? Because I am two seconds away from punching through this ice just to break your goddamn nose!"
"...you should burn the bodies."
"Hah?" Gunter glanced back at the rest of their campsite, unnerved to see some of the scattered limbs twitching. Ugh. He was never coming back here for as long as he lived.
"Aloysius, too. Until we’re sure that...just as a precaution."
"...right."
Shoving off the dome, he rubbed his forehead with his cleaner hand, and began the task of burning every piece of wendigo he could find. He felt it safer for Troy to remain trapped in the dome; both for Troy’s own well being should there be another attack so soon, and for Gunter’s peace of mind. He was still furious over the whole situation. He had needed Troy on his side, and instead the man goes and befriends their own hostage!
...no, it wasn’t Troy’s fault, Gunter realized as he stood over Aloysius’ body and spoke his last rites. It was Gunter’s. It all fell back to him, to his mistakes. If he had explained to Troy his reasoning, if he had been stronger and better prepared for the wendigo...if he hadn’t been sent on this ******** mission in the first place. If, if, if. He was sick and tired of that word.
The acrid scent of burning flesh wafted in the air, but Gunter only stared sightlessly into the flames for a long moment before a soft voice snapped him back to the present.
"Strati̱gós...we shouldn’t stay for much longer. There may be more of those creatures, and then the princess...she may have sent the guards on our trail."
"Yeah."
Gunter returned to the dome, avoiding Troy’s heartfelt gaze as he punched a hole through the ice, and carried him out. Then he helped the man lean against a tree, and gathered up their belongings. It was going to be difficult to leave this place with only himself and Troy...and with Troy wounded on top of that.
Dammit, Aloysius, why did you have to go and die like that? he thought bitterly. The man would never see the other side of these woods again, would never have the chance to try and avenge his comrades...there was something terribly sad about that. Gunter may not have agreed with Aloysius, but he had still been his comrade, had still been under his jurisdiction and protection. He had failed so many people this day.
It was as he was securing their pack onto Troy's shoulders that his last remaining companion spoke again, his head turned to the side to try and meet Gunter's eyes.
"What are you thinking?" What do we do now?
Hearing those unspoken words, Gunter was silent for a solid minute as he secured the straps and thought over what to say.
"I'm thinking of going home," he said finally, turning and crouching down. "Now hurry up and get on my back. It’s not every day you get to treat me like a mule."
But Troy hesitated. "Is that all? We’re not going to pursue the princess?"
Gunter rolled his eyes and huffed. "It’s a lost cause, Troy. I didn't even get a good look of which way she went. For all we know, she’s run back to her little ice palace, and good riddance, too! Let her and her people freeze to death for all I care. Now, get the hell on already!"
Troy gingerly settled himself on his back, and Gunter straightened up, taking care not to jostle the man’s leg too much, and they were soon trekking south, back the way they had came.
A few minutes into their journey, Troy leaned further over Gunter’s shoulder to get a better look at his face.
"Strati̱gós...our mission was simple information gathering...why did you risk taking her in the first place?"
Gunter grit his teeth, really not wanting to discuss it. But if he could talk about this kind of s**t to anyone, it would be Troy. The man had done more for him in the last few years than most people had his entire life. He mulled it over in his head.
"...you remember the incident in the capital?" he finally asked in return, stepping carefully over a raised root, and taking care to keep his voice low.
"Of course."
"And you know how highly the king regards me these days." Troy had seen it first hand numerous times over the years. Had stood beside him in spite of it.
"Yes."
"Then you know this was no ********' 'simple' mission." Gunter felt his lips draw back in a silent snarl.
"...yes."
"So, what do you think a guy like me could do with the princess of a kingdom our king has his sights set on?"
Troy was silent for a long moment, and when he spoke next, it was carefully, quietly, as though he were tiptoeing around a sleeping dragon.
"Do you really think it would have worked?"
"I don’t know. I had to try, though, didn’t I?" He heaved a sigh. "But I guess it wasn’t worth it. I should have just focused on getting my men in and out. Maybe they’d be alive now…"
Troy didn’t contest this, and it just made Gunter feel worse. But then he felt Troy gently lean his head against his so that they were cheek to cheek, Troy’s fuzzy chin knocking against his scarf.
"She was headed south."
That sneaky sonuvabitch.
Gunter chuckled. "I could kiss you right now."
He could hear the smile in Troy’s voice. "Save it for when we’re out of these twice damned woods."
In a more chipper mood, Gunter picked up the pace a little. If they were lucky, they could find the princess’ trail, and maybe Troy could even get her guard down long enough for Gunter to capture her again! Of course, that depended on them being able to catch up with little miss-disappears-a-lot in the first place. Not wishing to lower morale, he refrained from pointing this out. Troy probably already knew anyway. At the very least, they had to have hope of getting out of this place alive.
And so the next two days passed too slowly and yet too quickly all at once. It was wearisome to carry both Troy and their supplies with few stops, but both men were too paranoid to stay in one place for too long. When darkness crept over the horizon, they lit a torch for Troy to hold aloft as Gunter trudged through the snow, and muttered prayers to Hermes and Hecate for a safe path of travel from the creatures of darkness. Gunter felt certain his Gods had taken pity on them, for they confronted only one wendigo since leaving camp, and Gunter had gained only a few new cuts and bruises from the encounter. Troy complained of a sore a** after being dropped unceremoniously to the ground so that Gunter could fight the beast unencumbered, but that had only invited a slew of teasing from his general that had left the younger man pouting for an hour afterwards.
Gunter was just grateful that Troy had refrained from asking to be left behind, though he knew his friend well enough to be aware that the thought had likely crossed his mind multiple times. But they both also knew that no matter Troy’s reasoning, Gunter would ignore such a request, if not try to outright beat the idea out of his head, bum leg be damned. They kept each other’s spirits high with whispered banter and muttered conversations about what they planned to do upon crossing Hyouden’s border in between bites of hard jerky.
Troy confessed to wanting to return home for a time, to see his father and sisters, and regale them with the horror stories of their travels. To feel the warmth of the sun and surround himself in the scent of the wheat his family grew. Gunter just wanted to join his own sister in Symphonia and fight beside her, though he was quite certain that she was beyond needing his protection. If he admitted to the fact that he also wished to hear his mother play the koto and spy his brother reading out of the corner of his eye...well, the only ones around to hear were Troy and the trees. Still, such daydreaming made their aches and pains alleviate a little bit as they traveled, and made the eerie forest the tiniest bit more hospitable. Gunter felt his excitement mount each time they saw some sign of the princess’s presence: a bit of unusual ice formation here, trampled plants there, and scraped treebark being the most prominent.
However, eventually Gunter had to admit that even he had his limits. He had never been a stranger to ice and snow, but the cold in Hyouden was especially cruel, and they had spent days upon days in this forsaken land with less food and rest than he liked. He waited until they found a particularly large tree with twisted roots at the base of an overshadowed knoll to settle down in before finally making camp.
After setting Troy down, Gunter collapsed beside him, and leaned in to conserve their body heat between them. Both had their weapons in their laps or beside them, and they huddled close to the small fire Gunter had made.
"Just a few more days, Troy," he muttered, tugging his scarf further over his nose.
Troy nodded in agreement, fluffy hair hidden beneath a wool cap that had once been Johann’s. "With just the two of us, we’re making good time. Or should I say, you are."
They talked quietly for a few more minutes before Troy agreed to keep watch, and Gunter slumped into a light, uneasy sleep. It felt as though hardly a second had passed before his eyes snapped open again, and he assessed his surroundings to figure out what had woken him.
Voices spoke not too far off, harsh and lyrical all at once. The fire had gone out, snow kicked over it, and Troy’s more gangly figure sat tense beside him, slowly pushing the both of them further against the roots they rested against. Gunter shifted, signalling to his friend with one hand.
"How many?"
"Counted fourteen. More."
Dread trickled down Gunter’s spine. Had they been found so quickly? Those Haida were annoyingly swift in the snow! And here he had been expecting to only worry about the wendigo…stupid, stupid, stupid! He kept underestimating these northern folk, and it kept biting him in the goddamn a**! Hardly daring to breathe, he drew up into a crouch, hand signing to Troy once more.
"Quiet. Stay. I’ll draw them off. Circle back here. Run."
"Understood."
Troy’s gaze locked with his, and Gunter could read the concern in his eyes that was quickly replaced by a steely determination.
"Be ready."
"Stay safe."
Gunter nodded once, and then was off like a shadow on the snow, thankful for the extra camouflage his borrowed uniform provided. Sure, it was a little bloodied up, but the setting sun would help hide the stains with its array of brilliant colors reflecting off the snow. Creeping over the knoll, he kept low to the ground, and stared hard at the scene below him. There was some sort of commotion going on among the men...of which he counted there to be seventeen present.
There’s probably more if they’re smart enough to have men patrolling the perimeter, he thought warily, and he began to move toward the northwest, keeping half his attention on the men visible, and half on his surroundings. He really didn’t want to be the one who was sneaked up on right now.
The Haida men’s voices grew louder, more alarmed, and Gunter paused to peer around a tree to see what was going on, heart pounding against his rib cage.
Please, Gods, don’t let them have found Troy…
Instead, he felt his jaw drop as he saw it had nothing to do with Troy, and everything to do with the princess he had been trailing this entire time. The familiar dark haired figure was struggling against her own men, her fists striking at any who drew too close, and spears of ice erupting from the ground, from the air itself, and Gunter felt his mouth run dry because he may have still been furious with the girl for pulling one over him, but he could appreciate the way she moved.
Eyes beginning to water from the cold air and lack of blinking, Gunter tore his gaze away, and continued on further. As much as he wanted to nab the girl for himself, his first priority was Troy’s safety, and that meant leading those soldiers away, and then returning to Troy to grab him and run.
Seconds passed like eons, and he climbed to the top of another knoll that was directly northwest of the group. Standing proudly atop it, he glared down at the scene below him, and yanked down his scarf to yell into cupped hands:
"Hey, chi meibion geist!"
All heads turned his way. He did the mature thing and pulled down the lower eyelid of his right eye with his middle finger.
"GUESS HOW MANY TIMES I ******** ALL YOUR MOTHERS LAST NIGHT!!"
If looks could kill, he thought with an unnerving amount of glee. Letting out a loud whoop, he made another extremely rude gesture, and then turned to slide down the little hill just quickly enough to dodge an ice spear to his face.
"YOU’RE GONNA HAFTA TRY HARDER THAN THAT, YA BASTARDS!"
"Protect the girl!"
"As if I would do otherwise!"
"Where the hell is she?!"
"I don’t know, General! (She) just ran!"
"Where the hell is Aloysius when you need him?"
"I’m right here."
"About damn time, my friend!"
"If you die here, I’m going to drag you from hell to kill you myself, you b*****d!"
"YOU b*****d!"
"(This) That b***h…"
"Troy, are you still alive? Are you listening?"
"I’m here, General."
"Hey, you sons of bitches!"
"As if I would do otherwise!"
"Where the hell is she?!"
"I don’t know, General! (She) just ran!"
"Where the hell is Aloysius when you need him?"
"I’m right here."
"About damn time, my friend!"
"If you die here, I’m going to drag you from hell to kill you myself, you b*****d!"
"YOU b*****d!"
"(This) That b***h…"
"Troy, are you still alive? Are you listening?"
"I’m here, General."
"Hey, you sons of bitches!"
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