Hexe - The Great Exodus

[CH. 0043] - The Nightmare

Ja, es tu!

Phrase

Translation: Now, do it!

Definition: "Ja, es tu!" is an imperative phrase in Menschen, emphasizing the need for immediate action. "Ja" is used here to convey a sense of urgency, akin to saying "Now," while "es tu" is a direct command to "do it."

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"Does it matter?" Ulencia stepped back from his embrace, resignation in her demeanour, "It's too late and for sure is too late for me."

Mediah stood there, momentarily at a loss for words. His desire to ease her pain, to lift the heavy burden that seemed to crush her spirit, but it was too real. "Do you remember the question you asked me when you were leaving?"

Ulencia shook her head, "I... no, I don't recall."

"You asked if we could stand against a thousand men if we stood a chance."

"And has the answer changed?" she asked.

"Back then, no. But now, my outlook has shifted. If we had the right weapon, we could annihilate them. It's all about having the right tool," he explained. "I've conceptualized a weapon. I regret not bringing the designs with me — I sometimes have the brain of a fucking fish. Damn it... But anyway, never mind, continuing, I've named them the Ulencia swords."

Mediah's hands danced through the air as he outlined the concept. "Swords that are chained to your wrists, allowing you to spin them around, forming a shield while simultaneously attacking anyone who dares come close. And your hands," he continued, gesturing his fingers with a flourish, "would be free to weave whatever magic is necessary."

Ulencia's face remained impassive, but her good eye betrayed her interest, soaking in every detail.

"Two Magis would guard each other. That's all it would take," Mediah clarified, a hopeful smile touching his lips. "That's been my vision since your leave... to protect you... to give you a sense of safety. I can do that now. We only need two Magis to defeat a thousand men or more."

"But it's not enough," Ulencia responded, her voice flat, devoid of the hope that had momentarily flickered in her eye, "It's too late for me. However, it's a start."

"Ule..." Mediah reached out. "It's never too late. This... us, working together, it's a beginning. A way to fight back, to reclaim some control. I refuse to give up on you, on us. Let's start with this idea and see where it leads. Together." And finally, he pleaded, "Come with me. Come with me anywhere. Anywhere you want."

"I need you to head to the Trial District. I want you to mentor and teach the new generation of Magis. Cast aside the notions of honour and tradition. Because we don't need heroes! We need battlemages! We need warriors trained at fighting shadows. They've infiltrated us – adopting our forms, mimicking our behaviours, becoming unnoticeable from us," she warned, her voice carrying a premonition of darker times ahead. "They breathe, and they live among us as what we most yearn and desire. They know us."

"Ule..."

"We need a leader, a Commander, but not like Yeso. Despite my love and respect for him and Noctavia, we need a warlord, a sun – one that doesn't vanish at night but rather scorches every shadow, every Nightmare haunting our lands, seas, and skies. They must be burned until nothing is left. Only then, maybe, we might stand a chance."

"What are you implying?" Mediah asked. Was she referring to the incidents with the fleets? It couldn't be because they were wiped by the merefolks. Weren't they?