Summoning Woes

Ch 11 - The Madman Speaks

Aem’s legs could carry him no more. He ran so fast and far that even the position of the sun couldn’t tell him how long he was at it. Alas, after the extreme marathon that threatened to blow his legs up from exhaustion, the familiar olive green canvas top was in sight. Klavier stood at the entrance of the tent, his arms folded as he looked ahead with immense focus. His hand dropped to the white sword stashed on the right of his waist. Aem raised his hands high in the air. Klavier seemed to get the signal; He dropped his stance, approaching him but not without a little caution.

“What happened? You look really pale,” Klavier said.

“It’s Sama kingdom,” he said in between his panting. “The gods’ army got them.”

“What?”

“Sama kingdom’s taken by the gods.”

“What of its people?”

“They’re barely surviving in a refugee camp in the outskirts of its borders. It’s only a matter of time before the gods army will sniff them out and crush them. Klavier,” he seized his collar. “We need to help them.”

“Whoa, there, mister. Calm down,” Klavier pushed his hands off gently. “I understand the desperation coming from the people but we can’t just charge right in without a strategy thought out. Have you contacted their king?”

“Yes. They are expecting us later when the day is at its brightest.”

“So if that’s the case, they will probably agree to help us in return.”

“I don’t know about that. They’re short on supplies themselves.”

“I see.”

“What’s the commotion?” Michele asked.

“Morning, Michele,” Klavier said. “Aem came to tell us that we’re going to help Sama kingdom.”

“Oh look,” she scratched her mane-like hair. “Another idiot is born. Why didn’t you tell us?”

“I’m sorry!” Aem said. “I couldn’t just leave them alone. I know you guys are tired of fighting but…”

“So,” Michele turned to Klavier. “Are we really going to do it?”

“Sure. Are you game?”

“Fine with me,” she stretched, revealing the toned flesh underneath her pajamas for a brief second. “As long as we get to La Veda.”

“Alright, so it’s decided,” Klavier nudged Amy awake.

“What’s up?” she asked.

“We’re going to liberate Sama kingdom, that’s what. So here’s the plan,” Klavier led them to the planning room, disseminating all the information he thought out of the night before.

“Damn, you thought this out well,” Aem said. “But how did you do this knowing you couldn’t read the map properly?”

“I learnt how to under Amy’s guidance,” Klavier looked at him with a deep frown. “Anyway, show time guys. We’ve got a meeting with the king.”

“Um, it’s not the king… we’re talking to the prince.”

“All the better. Then again,” he looked at his tattered white robe. “I can’t present myself like this.”

“Gee, you just have to ask,” Michele said, tossed over a dark blue cloak that fell onto Klavier’s arms.

It appeared like any other plain, long cloak adventurers would use for a long journey. But the clothing was by no means a light one; Klavier had to flex his muscles just to lift it up. He unfolded it, watching it fall all the way down to slightly below knee level.