The Saviors : Wrath Of The Sabers

Old Traditions and New Hopes

The cold wind of mid-November (year 1355) brought news with it: news of the world outside the forest. The king of Bohemia had been made a Holy Roman Emperor and the bishop of Norwich had died. Coincidentally, both these events had occurred on the same day. As far as Paul's knowledge went, the news had reached their ears very late. None of the family cared about the news but all were secretly glad to know that the outside world hadn't died.

They had been training their bodies in a way they never had, for now they had lost their strongest warrior and the war depended on them entirely. They increased their physical strength and also practiced their powers quite a lot: some increasing their speed while others increased their accuracy.

Joeret was the only one who wasn't seen training as much as others and she usually stayed inside the L.E., reading books as if she were looking for something.

Paul sat on a cold rock surrounded by snow on the last day of November, looking at the stars that he couldn't help but adore. He wanted to travel to each of them and although it was possible for him, he didn't feel like the time was quite right.

He could see the minor difference between the night sky of the 14th century as compared to the sky of his own century and even those who were not experts in astronomy could see the major difference : the amount of stars embedded in the sky was astonishing. He noticed the galaxies which most would mistake for stars and located the winter constellations.

He had been the one enduring the most gruesome training, taking advantage of his now immortal body. He lay on the icy rock, surrounded by inches of snow, half-naked with nothing but his trousers on. He was not addicted to cigarettes and neither did he smoke a pipe but he always kept a cigarette lighter with him, for he had received it from someone whom he wanted to return it to.

He lit the lighter and held the it far from his face, looking at it with sad eyes. He heard someone walking on the snow, but the pace and sound of footsteps told him the person was friendly and he did not bother looking at who it was.

A gloved hand took the lighter from his hand to attract his attention, and they were successful. Paul sat up and looked into the eyes of Joeret, who was wearing a thick furjacket and a scarf around her neck.

"I know you won't catch a cold or anything," she said while wrapping a blanket around Paul, "but looking at your bare body in such cold pains me. I fear I'll catch a cold just looking at you."

Paul said nothing but smiled and accepted the blanket. Joeret returned the lighter to him, asking no questions about it, which surprised him.

"There was something about your story that was bothering me for quite a while. Do you know what that is?" she asked.

Paul knew quite well what she was talking about as it had been annoying him for quite some time as well. He nodded in approval.

"You remember quite well how our dearest Roselle died?" inquired she. "She gave her powers to Cree while her consciousness was lost to the sky, but according to your story, you received both of the energy balls that exited his body? You received both his powers and his consciousness? Are you sure you didn't say so accidentally"

"It had been bothering me for quite some while too and I was hoping I would get some answers from you, considering your intellect. I am quite sure I saw both of them go inside me," he replied.

"'The Secret Art of Spying', such is the ancient name of Faristrey is a long lost technique that was once used, as the name suggests, for spying. One would transfer their consciousness to the enemy while concealing their memories and presence in their body and later return to their own bodies."

"The technique was forgotten, as I may have mentioned earlier, and it became a suicidal technique rather than a spying technique," she said in a serious tone.

"What does that have to do with Cree?" asked Paul who was interested in learning more but decided to get to the point.

"If Cree has performed the Secret Art of Spying instead of Faristrey , there may yet be a way to revive him. If he has transferred his consciousness to you, then he may be revived. He may have done it accidentally or he may have known how to perform it, for his wisdom is unimaginable even to me but we must have hope of his revival and move accordingly," said Joeret, giving birth to hope in the mind of Paul.

"He died in the month of August, and it has been nearly four months since. Surely his body must have decayed by now. I could have preserved it if I were to retrieve it but little did I know that such a way existed." said Paul, looking to the ground sadly.

"I am sure the leader of those despicable Sabers sent out a search party to the place where he was killed and he would have kept his body as a great trophy for it is a great achievement for him. As for his body, the bodies of mutants do not decay for ten years after their deaths and I figure his body will last longer due to his immortality." she explained.

"We must bring his body back at any cost. We never know what the Sabers might do using his body. Ten years, you say. We need to think of a strategy to bring him back and time is limited. Ten years may sound like a long period of time but considering we know very little about their army, its not very long." said Paul.

He looked at the only one whom he thought capable of being a strategist and said, "Joeret, as the one who holds the soul of Creator, I bid you to think of a strategy to retrieve our leader. We have till the August of 1364, since his body will start decaying on the final year. I give you two years to think of a strategy"

Joeret smiled and nodded, accepting the order.

"I'll inform the others," she said. "I must tell them that a new hope has risen from the darkness. Our leader will be retrieved and I am sure they will lay down their lives for the cause. I shall cook up a strategy and I will make sure there are very little mistakes, if not none. "