Suikoden VI

Chapter Three: Part Three

Part Three

"You came back!" Priscilla cried out with relief as Daunte came running back down the stairs. "Did you find a way out for us?"

"Yes," Daunte told her. He looked down the short hallway for a place to hide for when the guard came back. "It'll require us to jump off the battlements, if that's okay with you."

Priscilla scoffed, but then laughed. "I don't care if I shatter both of my ankles if it means I don't have to be burned alive!"

"Hopefully the guard will come back any moment," Daunte said, moving to take cover in the shadows. "Then I can—"

He was abruptly interrupted by multiple voices at the top of the stairs. He heard their guard but it wasn't the only voice.

"—the only option we have."

That's the Sheikh!

Daunte hurried to Priscilla's cell and tried to futilely tug on the door. But once again the door didn't budge. A sudden thought came to him. "Stand back," he told Priscilla, who immediately jumped back.

Daunte raised his right hand and pressed it to the lock. Rune of Restoration. I know your powers are to restore and heal, but I know the Resurrection Rune has an offensive spell. Which means you have a defensive spell. Please destroy this lock so I can Priscilla out of here!

A moment passed, and then another. Nothing happened. Daunte glared at his hand. I know you're sentient, but can't you just do this for me?! Do you know what will happen to her if I don't get her out?!

The True Rune didn't respond to him, nor did it respond to his heightening emotions. Daunte snarled, and slammed an open palm against the door. The Rune still didn't respond. "Damn you!" he shouted at his right hand, startling Priscilla.

"Berate."

Daunte jerked back and rubbed at both of his ears. That familiar whisper tickled his ears and absorbed into his mind. It was a whisper so soft that he couldn't tell if it was a male or female voice.

This happened before, didn't it? When we were escaping from the Dark Chasm?

"Oh."

Daunte jumped at this proclamation and turned around. His jaw hung open at the four individuals standing at the opening of the prison. He recognized their guard, and he recognized Lanny and Mihr. He didn't recognize the man standing front and center. He wasn't wearing a hood.

"This is interesting," the man said, and Daunte's stomach twisted. He recognized the voice, however—this was Keiran. "How did you get out of your cell, Daunte?"

Daunte clicked his jaw shut briefly, but mere seconds later it hung open again. He thought he was going to be sick. I screwed this up. I can't believe how much I screwed this up! Now Priscilla is going to die, and I...he ducked his head.

"Well, this saves us some time," Keiran said. He gestured to the guard, who stepped forward. Daunte flinched away from him, until he noticed the guard was holding some familiar objects. He recognized his satchel...and his tekko.

W-Wait, they're letting me go?!

"I have very little time to explain, so I'll cut to the chase," Keiran said. "You need to find the Liberation Army, Daunte, and you need to mobilize them."

Daunte's head snapped back up as he shrugged on his satchel. "W...What?"

"I've been given new orders," Keiran told him. "Tomorrow night I'm to march my soldiers towards the city of Uaminifu. It will take us three days to reach the city, and we are to remain out of uniform."