The scream echoes in our heads again, it has been going on for more than two hours, it threatens us, it insults us, it can do little for the spirits of the young acolytes, they have embarked as assassins, but they are not spies or stealthy or anything, they just carry a lot of silent scrolls, echo drowners and noise suppressors, apart from that they have about as much common sense as a potato.
- I have to kill something with my hands! These idiots don't know their left leg from their right -.
-Transporting the coffin is not the problem, we've already left the Alcazar and the dark forest, the map of where we should go appears in our head, every time I get distracted, every time a noise makes us turn to the place he wants us to go again, the map explodes in our head, it's always the words of haste -.
-The Elven King knew we had to be fast, why does he send such slow ones? I assure you, despite their services, they will be killed if we don't arrive soon -.
- She knows very well why I could not bring experienced companions, I am the only elf with real preparation for what is coming, of the six who accompany me, two are sons of the lower class, two more belong to half elf merchants, but their money and culture will put them in a position of power very soon, the last ones are twin brothers, both can produce some magic on their own, only for that reason they were among the best candidates. We do not need strength, if resistance, prevented us from returning by horse, to race we undertook an endless journey, are about two hundred kilometers (humans still use an absurd system of miles, which are stupid, there are more evolved systems that only the true sages knew) the scrolls of resistance, energy and finally those of automatism keep us running, The prison in which the princess travels floats, but sometimes it has flashes of light, at least I placed in time the scrolls that deactivate some very powerful destructive magics, whoever recorded these spells was afraid of losing control of the container, a single magical spark from him and it would trigger an explosion, in short, I must keep these blockers energized? Will we be safe enough to eat? -.
- No food! No time, we have to get to the mountain before nightfall, we all have to get there before the Dark Lord catches up with us or none of this will be worth it, you idiots! -.
-But my lady, you must understand that we are tired, we are almost out of scrolls, my boys are tired, we have come more than halfway, it is not yet 9:00, we have plenty of time to eat and drink a bit.
-You call yourself experienced, don't you? Don't you know that a wizard is coming with enough power to sweep you away, he has already defeated so many magical warriors in the elven island, not to mention the abyssal creatures of the sea, I will not hesitate to barrier with you, if it is magic you lack, pathetic imitations of the high elves, I will give you magic! -.
I couldn't swear it, but my scroll glowed, at the same time all the scrolls of the expedition glowed with green light, these spells were loaded in a human city, we saw them in a yellow color typical of the Capablanca, here it is a green of dead worms, I can almost feel their gaze, in this decrepit body their uses glow behind the eyelids, there is something in there, the best is to carry out my task, I give instructions for us to follow, none of us have tasted food, None of us has eaten since this morning, so the smells of food or digestion would give us away in this damned forest, at least our hands didn't see the blood, when we reached the passage it was open and most of her guards were dead, just before arriving with her I saw how the rest fell from a damned well aimed ray, I don't want the same thing to happen to me, I think I take the path to the front out of pure desperation, there is death in those eyes, I don't want it to be mine!
It was easy to get to the foot of the mountains, there we all put some of our blood on the wall, the princess recited a nasty incantation, her words and their meaning made me sick, I can almost feel as if carrion is stored in my mind, immediately we are introduced to this place, They are the gates of a dwarven city, one of the big ones, maybe called Red Forge or something like that, the dwarven names are stupid, but the smell is horrible, everyone is coughing and for a moment I fear that we are being poisoned, could this be what the princess planned?
A'ris caput, you can see they are stupid, weak to boot, this is only a product of the multiple garbage that has fermented for years, bones, marrow and flesh, in the fullness of its rottenness, it was not allowed to disappear or ventilation, it is necessary for what is to come.
The rest of the way I make my way with weapons brandished, whether he is right or wrong there is little left for my mission to be accomplished, finally we arrive at the library, everything is destroyed, countless tomes of elves, dwarves and even some elusive races like the dryads are here, black, useless, in the center is the wizard, I'm afraid we're too late, but the elven leaders gave me an envelope for when I get here, I can't read it in front of them, so I just pull the map out of my cloak while the others admire the dead city, the directions are clear, but nothing to make me laugh, I just have to wait for the princess's words.
Elves! You have led me well, it is necessary to make one more invocation, from here we must go to the sanctuary of our ancestors, it is a very old place that is about three days of travel at the speed of our new mounts, but to bring them I need the book that holds the venerable magician, you two! (he said pointing to the lower class) bring the book, that is, carefully between the two bring it closer to me.
Even if you tell me that I'm lying, I swear that when I brought it closer, that glow of black light, it opened, I saw that the two poor people wanted to separate, but they couldn't let go, their lives were consumed in front of my eyes, they were reduced to a kind of mummy with the skin attached to their bodies, at that moment a sentence appeared on the blank pages, written in emerald green letters, I didn't recognize the letter.
Ossa portans!
The poor boys collapsed, their bones fell apart with the sound of torn flesh, and they came together as if following a manual, their limbs were reunited and their ribs and spines gave a new dimension, suddenly a chariot was completed, using legs and arms instead of wheels, inside which the coffin rested horizontally. At this point I wanted to throw up, but I was ready, her next word was my cue, silently active true sight and critical hit.
They've served their purpose, those low class wretches, I'm sure the others know their fate, Master Assassin, it's time for you to prove that you're good for more than just directing, now!
I see them concentrating their powers, but it doesn't matter, it's my turn, I draw my blades and the first one moves so fast that the poor elf twin doesn't even know it went through her neck, the sons of merchants start to activate their invisibility scrolls, but I don't have time for them, the twin is coming for me, I stop the blow of his cutlass with my remaining knife, they think it's like in fights where they have a chance to attack and defend, I'm not like that, I'm an assassin as such, I spit the darts I hold in his mouth, in a moment his eyes explode from the impact of the blades, when I turn around they think I don't see them, They are immobile, protected by the magical mist that the invisibility parchment gives them, so I go and take the knife from the dead girl (she's not even fifty years old, the poor thing), I run between the two as if to chase them, but I can barely keep up with them, I use my knives to eliminate the only idiots who didn't know that true sight is useful against magics as weak as the ones we allowed them, At the moment that life leaves their eyes, I hear them utter the most horrible words of my life, I don't know what they mean, but they attack the soul, as if to rip it out, I fall to the ground, from there I see the blood leaving their bodies, before I lose my senses, I hear them.
Ad motum sanguinis ex mortuis vivus mortuus est!
Although I do not know the language, the words burst in my brain (from the dead their blood to give movement to the dead in life), the ball of blood produced by my victims leaves the place and enters the body of the old magician, I think I will lose consciousness....
I open my eyes and the air is fresh, the movement is felt, I am held in two arms of the dead while the chariot drives to its destination where I am no longer of any use Why didn't I die in that cave?
Of course you didn't die... you completed your task, you must still live, I still have a use for you.