Something Immortal

61: Madness Part Two

Mica who had been sleeping for quite a while now since their conversation started, finally awoken with a start. He sat on the bed, deeply frowning and massaging his temples with both hands before noticing a figure sitting on a chair nearby, seemingly waiting for him---it was Som.

"How long have been watching me?" The Strigoi questioned, bemused by the presence of the other.

Ever since their adventure to find the pool of recollection, Som's change and transformation had become more pronounced. Mica's memory of the way he manipulated the runes with ease embedded with some unknown flame magic was still etched in his mind. Should he believe that at some point Som really was a God or a deity of some sort?

Gods were commonly viewed as evidence of their interest in worldly matters. To see them participating and involving themselves with every mundane thing in the mortal realm was both frightening and fascinating to behold. If Som was truly a God of some sort, this intervention could mean a lot of things in the trials that were about to come.

"We've been waiting for you to wake up," the Alpha of the Werecat race entered the cabin and said, "How are you feeling now?"

Mica's gaze lowered. "Fine...thank you. Wait, why are we here? Where are we going?"

"To save your brother, of course," said Som. "You don't think we will just let anything happen to him, do you?"

The sudden surprise glowed on his face, replaced by gratitude that tears almost blurred his sight. God, deity, or simply a summoned spirit, there was no denying that their friendship had influenced Som's choice in this world and the future.

"Before that," the Werecat spoke again and sat on the other stool across the bed, crossing his arms over his chest. "Do you have a plan in mind, Druid?"

"Also, do we even where to find Marko?" Mica too couldn't help but interject.

"I have an idea," Som said following a few minutes of pause. He stood up and turned to Mica briefly, "If you're all fine now, come out, and let's talk about what to do next."

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Kali paced around his room which now had become a cell wasting away his energy. He couldn't eat nor be grateful for each breath he took reminded him of that one significant person in his life, out there all alone exposed, and vulnerable. Across the room, the tapestry that shows the symbol of the Peace Treaty and each race that formed it seemed to mock him. Snarling, he ripped its frame and tore it to pieces letting it drift to the floor.

Seeing this, Kali laughed at his own useless gesture of defiance. What was the use of venting his anger to a piece of wall ornament when he remained locked up in this room? This wasn't the first time his brother, the Lord Emperor Tsar Kyro locked him up in Castle Dragomir. He did the exact same thing many years ago when he was but a young lad and would likely keep him inside until the birth of the Peace Treaty. Even the communication through the spiritual feed was blocked by the Draconian mages as ordered and it was beginning to gnaw on Kali, his intolerance was set on a dangerous level.

Som...he was all Kali could think about. He couldn't help but feel his presence everywhere in the room and could hear Som's voice calling after him even in dreams.

With a sigh, he pulled the cord to call his current guard---the Duke of the Draconian race Ruang Rit. Of all the people his brother would assign to the task, he certainly put the most skilled one. After a few seconds, Ruang Rit appeared by the door fully armored. Kali wanted to cackle even more when he saw his fashion as though the whole of Devanagari was prepped to attack rather than defend.

"What is this for, Kali?" The impatience in the older male's tone was evident and it even reflected on his face.

"Let me speak with my brother."