A/N: If you haven't read part one of the Prologue, please go read that before you resume reading here (merely for continuity sake)
Outside,
Purple-Coat and woman found themselves in what used to be a potion
master’s garden. Where once grew various reagents, now only rubble
and wood laid. The rain had grown from a drizzle to a proper downpour
in the time they had spent in the potion room and brewer’s station,
and as sounds of fighting broke out behind them, the two opened the
small gate in the fence around the garden and ran down the
cobblestone alley that divided the store buildings.
The sound
of thunder and wind seemed to intensify as the man and woman exited
the alley onto a larger street. Battles seemed to be going on behind
the row of buildings on the opposite side of the road, the echoes of
spells hitting wards or objects ringing in between the thunder’s
booming bass notes.
“Which
way?” the woman asked, her voice sounding both out-of-breath and
afraid.
Looking up
and down the street, Purple-Coat had no idea where they could
possibly be in this large city he once called home. He was unable to
ponder their whereabouts for much longer though, as shouting behind
them informed him that their associates had been defeated by their
hunters.
Turning
left, he grabbed the woman by the arm not cradling the box and ran up
the slight slope, rain battering them from all sides. The sounds of
fighting grew louder and nearer as they climbed the slope. Reaching
the top of the incline though, they discovered the reason why. Ahead
of them, an intense skirmish of dozens of mages was being fought,
spells, curses and wards flashing across the street, between the
buildings, and from upper levels of the city amidst the still-growing storm.
As the man
started turning to look for a new escape route, a sharp cry rang from
the woman as she collapsed beside him, dropping the box to hold her
side, where blood started reddening her shirt. Reaching down to help
her, Purple-Coat was held back by the woman rebuking him.
“No! That
box is more important than me. Go!” the woman said, pointing at an
alley behind the man.
Hesitating
only for a brief moment, Purple-Coat snatched up the box and sprinted
into the alley, dodging between the debris as he heard the woman cry
out one last time.
Making
several turns, the man was suddenly brought to a halt by a large
gate, no lock visible for him to magically unlock. Hearing shouts
behind him, he reacted on his instincts and hurled the box over the
gate, pointing his wand at it midair. “Aporipto!”
The box sped across the gate into whatever lay beyond as the man cast
the expulsion spell. It's fate now rested in the hands of whichever gods still gave a damn about this realm.
The shouts
nearly on him, Purple-Coat turned around to prepare for his last
stand. His wand at the ready, he cast quick ward just as the first
figure rounded the corner. “Kolaphizo!”
The pursuer, a dwarf male, was thrust against the far wall of the
corner, banging his head on a fallen beam of wood and slumping down
either unconscious or dead.
The second
pursuer was more cautious, and had a ward prepared when the man
attempted the same tactic, countering in turn with a Plemmura
spell, causing the rain to shoot in a torrent at Purple-Coat,
breaking his ward.
Slightly
stunned by his ward shattering, the third man used a Lithinios
spell
to stun the second pursuer, following this by blasting several bricks
from an overhanging building to fall on the pursuer. However, before
he could recover from the broken ward, Purple-Coat felt magical ropes
form around his upper body, immobilizing him.
Looking up,
he saw a woman turn the corner, obviously having been the one who
conjured the ropes. Before he could cast the spell to break the
ropes, however, the woman casually waved her bony hand. “Apecdumai.”
The man’s wand flew from his hand, landing beside the locked gate
and out of reach.
“You have
nowhere left to run.” The woman said as she walked closer, her
white cloak soaking with water. “You have lost. Your associates are
dead. Give me the box, and I’ll make your death swift and
painless.”
Purple-Coat
laughed as he struggled against the rope bonds. “I guess you’ll
just have to make my death long and painful then,” he said,
“because you’re never getting that box from me.” Several
flashes of lightning and deafening thunder filled the sliver of sky
visible between the buildings lining the alley.
“Very
well. Have it your way.” The woman said, pointing her hand towards
Purple-Coat, another streak of lightning making her silver eyes flash
with cruel malice. Seeing the spell’s words form on her lips, the
man closed his eyes and accepted his fate.
Just then,
three long tolls of a bell sounded, drowning out the thunder, wind
and rain as they stung the ears of all those who heard them. As the
last toll rang, four voices sounded as one, at the same intensity as
the three tolls just prior to them.
Chetai
na pesei chronu zasthenei
Ke zoi
gnet anpothek
Mechri
plerothei chreos phaskomlei
Magei
phugei pantek
As the last
line faded and the thunder resumed, several seconds of nothing more
than rain falling on his greying hair and purple coat followed.
Confused, he opened his eyes to see why his executioner had not
passed his sentence. Seeing a look of terror on her face, though,
confused him even more.
“What are
you waiting for?” he shouted in another roll of thunder.
“It… it
can’t be,” she said, looking up at the sky before turning back to
the man. “It won’t matter what I do to you now. All ends will
have the same result.”
“You’re
not making any sense!” The ropes binding him were biting into his
arms, making his voice sound pained.
“Nothing
matters anymore. Not even you and that pitiful box.’ With that, the
woman turned around and darted from the alley, leaving the
still-bound man in the rain-soaked alley.
But before
the Purple-Coat man could take in what just happened, an extreme
fatigue suddenly came over him, engulfing his whole body as he
plummeted to the earth in darkness, the echo of a bell’s toll
ringing faintly in his head.
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