Bow Before The Lord Marshal

New Danger

   Gasping, you opened your eyes to bright lights, and voices around you.

"Lady Vaako," you heard a familiar, and concerned voice.

   Turning your head, you blinked your eyes until they adjusted to the bright lights that hung above you. The person who came into your view surprised you a little.

"Darvik," you asked softly.

   With a smile, he replied, "Yes, it is I."

"What are you doing here?"

"Well, Lord Vaako does still think of me as a friend, and asked for me to watch over you while he wasn't here. Otherwise, most of the time he's here, waiting for you to wake."

"How long has it been?"

"You've been out for about a week. However, the doctors couldn't figure out why you'd gone unconscious. You had no signs of head trauma, nor anything affecting your health."

"It's complicated."

"I know," he stated as he lowered his voice. "Being part Furyan causes you to see... her."

   Looking around, you felt uneasy at Darvik's words, then you looked back at the blonde Necromonger.

"H-how do you know," you said quietly.

   With a chuckle, he grabbed his tunic and pulled it back a bit.

"We were all something else before we were Necromonger," he said softly as he revealed a glowing hand print on his chest.

   Feeling a slight burn, you looked down to see a similar hand print glowing on your collarbone.

"Our, old Purifier was also a Furyan," he stated. "I told you I was converted at the same time as Vaako."

You nodded, feeling slightly confused.

   Darvik smiled, then he let go of his tunic and sighed.

"Vaako was royalty on his planet," Darvik began to say slowly. "He had a wife and a child on the way, and the Necromongers took that from him."

   You remained quiet. You didn't know what to say. In the Necromonger faith, one left behind their past, however, you never could let yours go. It didn't seem... right to give up everything you once were. You still clung to the fact that you were half Furyan. It made you stronger than most. Becoming a Necromonger didn't make you stronger than you already were.

"Furyans used to travel to other worlds to adapt to different environments, and then they'd... reproduce and have new adaptations to use. Animalistic adaptations became prized genes in their home," Darvik stated.

"Darvik," you began quietly. "You're still Furyan. Just because you were forced to convert doesn't mean you are no longer Furyan."

Darvik smiled softly, and shook his head.

"No, Lady Vaako," he stated. "I was considered weak amongst my own. I was never much of a Furyan to begin with, hence why I was sent to another world to adapt to."

Darvik sighed and turned his head slightly towards the the door.

"I know there is another here on this ship," Darvik said quietly. "I know not who he is, but he is here."

Before you could say another word, The Purifier, Irklak, entered the room.

"Ah," he exclaimed. "Lady Vaako, you're awake."

Stepping into the room, he came towards where you sat. Looking at Darvik, he sneered.

"What are you doing here, servant," Irklak grumbled.

Darvik bowed his head low, then he spoke without moving from his place.

"Lord Vaako asked me to watch over his Lady," Darvik stated. "The Lord Marshal needed to return to duties for the faith."

   Rolling his eyes, The Purifier waved for Darvik to leave.

"You can leave now," he snarled. "Apparently, The Lord Marshal doesn't care for his wife much if he's got you here."

   A pang of anger had you up on your feet in moments.

"I suggest you shut your mouth, Irklak," you snarled with your hand around his neck. "To me, it states that Lord Vaako knows that i can care for myself, and not be planted beneath his arm the whole time."

   Irklak was panting with fear, as he stared at you with wide eyes.

"I-I- I didn't—"

"No," you interrupted him. "You think me weak? You think I can't take care of myself? You think I need my husband to protect me at all costs?"

"N-no," he stammered. "It just isn't practical to have a servant watch over the wife of a Lord Marshal."

   With a huff, you let go of The Purifier. He fell to the floor and grabbed at his neck. Looking over at Darvik, you spoke in a soft, but stern tone.

"Let the Lord Marshal know that his wife is now conscious."

With a bow of his head, Darvik left the room. Turning your own to The Purifier, you sneered, then you began to walk out of the room.

"Lady Vaako," he said.

"What," you said, stopping in your tracks.

"Where are you off to? Lord Vaako will wish to see you," he stated.

"I am off to our chambers," you said softly. "The Lord Marshal and I will need time alone, now that he knows I am awake, and unharmed."

And with that, you began the walk towards the chambers that you shared with Vaako.

You travelled through the dark halls and felt the eyes of many upon you. It bothered you to an extent, but you knew they were curious about you. You felt it in the air. They wanted to know what happened to you, but it didn't matter at the moment. You just wanted to be in the comforts of your chambers. You needed to think, and you needed answers. You also needed to figure out what this new threat was.
You could feel his presence, however, you'd not seen him.

You knew whoever it was, they were a new danger.

A/N: I hope you guys enjoy this chapter. Also, it's my birthday today. 🙂 Happy Birthday to me.