The War of the Demon Controllers
Arc 1 Rescues Riel
Chapter 6's
The four warriors standing guard in the Old Tower, the rest of the one who was still exhaling. Three of the dead were thrown one by one down the tower, swooping steeply into the coastal cliffs overlooking the vast sea.
Daedalus had already made up his mind, whatever the others said did not make him change his mind. Now there's just a way how Gallam is held captive so he can be carried in silence. Yogot proposed to make Gallam faint, and they agreed.
Yogot raised his big hand high. Gallam shook his head in panic. “Oh, sial—” One time punch to the shoulder, Gallam passed out and Yogot carried him on the shoulder of his earthquake.
Soon they left the Old Tower before other soldiers came to change guard. Yogot with his fat body holding Gallam alone. On the other hand Toras seemed more lethargic from the beginning Daedalus met him.
“The conditions are very bad,” said Tael.
Toras. “Forget me. We have to speed up the steps to get to the Instal and tie Gallam.”
They all agreed and accelerated. Shortly after, on the evening they reached Istal. Yvonne made sure there were no slaves or soldiers around before she coded the others for entry.
Daedalus brought Yogot to the deepest end of Istanbul. There is a small opening, a storage area for dry grass and fertilizer from horse manure. “This looks like it can, no soldier has ever wanted to get close to this.”
Yogot put Gallam into the corner. “We need to tie and close his mouth so that he does not scream for help when he wakes up.”
“I'll take the rope,” let Lupan know before he goes to take what they need. Lupan's frequent work as a slave for shipping cargo and food made him able to access fasteners, ropes and the like.
Toras is sitting. “You're sure it's safe, Daedalus?”
Daedalus. “Only slaves are willing to go so far into the Astal. You can smell what it smells like.”
“Slave ...,” murmured Toras. “mother and your father?”
Right enough. The thought did not pass through Daedalus' head when he decided to keep Gallam in Istal. Before he could answer Toras's question, Lupan was present. Behind him follows Daep and Aurie, Daedalus' parents.
“Hey, hey!” lupan tried to stop.
Daep and Aurie barge deep into Istal and face Daedalus. He looked at Gallam who was lying in the corner and shook his head. “For God's sake, Daedalus, you really did it.” The two of them looked at Tael with Daedalus and sighed in disappointment. “You even instigated your sister to help?!”
“I volunteer to help, Dad!” answer Tael. “Abang Daedalus is right here, we can't let Lord put his hand on Riel.”
“Wait until Lord knows that we put a hand on one of his people and he will make all our heads roll on the ground,” Daep said. He thought for a moment before continuing. “Maybe we can let him go and we apologize to God? He might give us punishment but we will definitely live!”
“That's impossible.” Toras. All the attention was placed on the gray man who was leaning limp. “If I do not agree with the choice Daedalus keeps this Soldier here, but releasing him is also an impossible choice. We have killed three of them.”
Aurie screamed in surprise. “Not ...” Daep hugged him and calmed him down.
“Now the most important thing is how do we save those who are held captive.” Yvonne started their important topic. “We already know they are being held in Lord Puqress' underground, but that doesn't mean we can go there and save them. We're talking dozens of soldiers waiting and if we get caught before we can escape from that prison, all the guards of the nearest town will come and we're done.”
Daedalus agreed. Knowing Riel's location is one thing, while the way to save Riel is another. He had an idea to help Riel when tomorrow was the Lord's birthday celebration where all the slaves were gathered and the celebration began. But that meant he would face Rouf and Touf in the same place. He knew of his capacity and fighting against Rouf and Touf and the rest of the Lord's personal guards was not a wise thing.
“I know what you think, Daedalus,” Toras said. Daedalus waiting. “slave revolution is his way.”
“That's impossible,” says Daedalus. “all cowards. They are unreliable. Like last afternoon when I rebelled against, the others just let me fight alone. Relying on you with your weak condition is also impossible, Toras.”
“Now different.” Toras standing. He pointed to the captured Gallam. “You were previously unable to even fight Gallam one-on-one, but now you can. You will inspire others to rise up against you, Daedalus. Tomorrow morning I'll be better too and I'll definitely be able to help you.”
Yvonne. “I agree.” Yogot and Lupan nodded. “Everyone knows that they hate God. They just need a spark to drain their hatred. Tomorrow is our way to release the anger. I'll tell the others about our assault on the Old Tower and they'll all follow you, Daedalus.”
Daedalus' blood is heavy. Is this the end of him being a slave?
“Then how next?” Tael asks the most important question. “After we have saved my brother, your brother and his son Pak Lupan, it means that we will be trapped in the Lord's Residence and just wait for the soldiers and city guards to surround us.”
“The answer to that problem is all around us,” Toras said. His hand pointed at the rest of Istal and his horses. “Some will follow the Lord's celebration ceremony and make a revolution, while some will stay in Istal and prepare horses to escape from the city.”
“Not all of us will make it through the gate, sir.” Lupan. “While it works, where do we go?”
“That's a sacrifice to make,” replied Toras. Others realize it all. “I have a place. A place where people who also aim the same as me, people who want the slave system in Hervarar are abolished.” Toras managed to convince them all. “Prepare daggers and small weapons for others to carry in attack tomorrow morning. From tomorrow, there will be a Revolution!”
“Yeah!” Some people shouted simultaneously.
Daep on the other hand seemed worried about this revolution. But Daedalus was very confident of their success. Finally, tomorrow is the day she will be reunited with her sister, Riel. But he asked in his heart, Will it be that smooth?
***
The night is dark. Everyone has fallen asleep. The sound of crickets and frogs is left unpretentious. On the cliff below the Old Tower the waves of the sea slapped the three corpses of warriors. The body began to rot. Someone's coming there.
His body was stumbling, he had difficulty jumping over the cliff. But he still arrived in front of the three corpses. He gathered the corpses into a pile and then placed his hands on them. His mouth spoke an Ancient Dialect that civilization had long forgotten.
Ancient Dialect means, “Soul and Life, Blood and Skin. I command you to be my food.”
After the Ancient Dialect was spoken, a beam of light joined the figure's hands with the three corpses. Slowly but surely, something came out of the body. Which at the end of the process makes the corpse that has begun to rot, become thin dry only with the skin and bones. All have been absorbed.
The figure left the cliff in better condition.