Garlox quest

Chapter 55; Latest supper.

'Ugh, you're all such dorks. None of you will guide me to our luxurious date?' Queenly turned around, and looked Scurelt in the eyes. 'Why don't you ask the only real gentleman around?' Scurelt and Mex could see Vector, February and Baldock walk in as well. 'Allow me, M'lady.' Vector offered Queenly his arm, and gave her a warm gentle smile. 'Why, thank you~' Queenly, dressed in a beautiful silk dress, followed Vector to the entrance. Mex shrugged, and held his hand out to February. 'Might as well, right?' February looked at Mex's hand, and accepted it. 'Thank you, date.' she giggled. Hummingly, February followed Mex to the entrance. 'Have fun with your pretty girl, pal.' 'Ha.' Scurelt scoffed, and walked in empty handed, followed by Baldock. 'Please, be more than welcome!' Shimasta greeted her guests from the far end of the table. The table seemed to be a foot long, and created quite the distance between Queenly and the empress. Next to her was her daughter, Schara. 'Yes, please feast yourself on our precious food.' Far in the corner was an old lady, holding a rather large staff in her hand. 'IS HER!' February shouted in Mex's ear. 'Is who?' Mex said while rubbing his ear, slightly irritated. 'Is highest priestess.' Me looked over at the woman, but she seemed unhappy. 'I guess so.. We can ask her anything after we're done..' Queenly and her party sat down on their asigned places. 'Aren't you dining with us, Shimasta?' Weirdly enough, everybody apart from Shimasta and Schara had a plate in front of them. 'Oh, no dear. We shall feast on something else.' Queenly glared over at Shimasta. 'What are you talking about?' The highest priestess started to chant and threw a hand of dust in the air. The doors and windows magically sealed themselves shut. A bright flash appeared, and before they knew they were surrounded by low-hanging purple smoke. February tried to reach out to Mex. But before she knew it Mex was nowhere. 'No! Mex! I-i'm all alone knows. Why sad happen to me?' Full of panic, she started to look around. Nothing, as far as the eye could see. 'Please, I mean you no harm. Slow paced, the highest priestess showed herself to February. 'I'm forced to do this.. But when you entered, I could see that heavy auro around you... You have been through so much, I couldn't allow myself to let you confront yourself with that once more... Shimasta had ordered me to confront your friends with their past, and their current situation.. I'm so very sorry..' 'Why?' February said, while thick teardrops rolled from her eyes. 'She knew that you weren't here to talk business.. The goal is to make Queenly see everything wrong that she has done. After that, Shimasta was positive that she'd... Take her own life... But your life flashed before my eyes, and I couldn't... I know why you're here as well.. An I feel obligated to answer your question... No, there is no one left. Everyone you knew has died... I couldn't find a single trace of them on this planet.. I'm so very sorry...' The priestess fell to her knees, and held tight to February's waist. 'I'm sorry to be the bringer of this devistating news, us supernatural beings should support each other.. But after he arrived.. Our kind has been put on the edge of extinction.' February looked down, feeling compassionate for the woman. 'Who he is?' The woman stood up, and backed away. 'You'll know when you meet him. He likes to collect the weirdest of knick knacks, and is very hungry for magic...' After seconds, the woman had dissappeared in the purple smoke. February tried to chase her, but sadly.. Nothing. All she saw was a fancy door that held five beating hearts, and one empty slot.

'Ugh! It's a trap.' Vector waved his hand, across his face, trying to see what was happening. After he had rubbed his eyes, he found himself in a shabby looking home in Pannack. 'Do you think we can give him everything he wants? I want our little guy to feel so special.' A woman was rubbing her pregnant belly, as she spoke to her husband. 'We shouldn't give him everything he wants. He should earn it! We should learn him to work hard. If we don't, he'll end up lazy. Just like your cousin. You should think, Mathilda. 'Now hol' up.' The black woman stood up with much effort. 'We can only support one child... We shouldn't let him hate us.. We should support it, and try everything we can. You should know better, Jeffrey.' The black man shook his head, and sat down next to his wife. 'You're right.. I'm sorry... It's just.. Life is hard. Nobody needs my services anymore. It seems like these people are getting smarter.. They can wirte, and read.. My services seem to be a waste..' Mathilda rubbed her husbands' bald head, and smiled at him. 'I know you will be able to support our child in any other way... When I deliver our son, Vector, I shall try to pick up weaving again.. And perhaps we can support him enough to feed him, and try to make him a royal..' 'I'm not working hard to turn our son into a royal! All they are is a bunch of money grabbing no goods!' Jeffrey shouted. 'They don't protect us! They leave us in the cold whenever they have to chance. We should stand up against those fools! I wouldn't even talk to my son if he dared to become anything near a royal. My son will know better! He'll fight for the peopl. He'll be the voice of reason!' Jeffrey stood up, and put his hand to his chest. 'I know my son won't give in to such temptations. He'll be a smart worker, not a hard worker.' His wife stood up as well, and embraced him from behind. 'Whatever he chooses. We must love him no matter what. Understood?' He didn't reply, and just held his wife's hands. 'I never knew this... vector said somewhat saddened. My father did leave after I became a royal. He's just a prejudiced ass! No wonder my mother hated him so much when he left us. I wish I could beat him to death with his own foul words!' As he tried to floor his father, both him and his wife turned into purple smoke. 'What the!' A bit panicked, vector looked around himself. The only thing he saw was the purple smoke slowly surrounding the area. After getting a little light in the head, Vector fainted.

'Urgh.. what is this for nonsense..' after feeling his heavy head, vector tried to get up. 'Son?' A kind female voice said. 'Mom?' Vector wasn't even standing on his legs, or he could feel her gentle touch beneath his waist. 'Where you been for so long? You had me worrying boy!' Matilda looked very old, like she could barely keep herself on her feet. 'Ma.. you passed away years ago!' An awkward silence passed. 'Don't be talking so weird son, I'm here right?' 'I burried you myself! It was 3 years ago. Under the oak behind our house-' 'behind our house because that was where I was born. You remembered? You're such a sweet boy. I never doubted you.' Matilda gave Vector a really tight hug. Vector had a bit of trouble processing all this. On one hand he wanted to see his mother one more time. But on the other hand, he couldn't trust what he was seeing. 'At least you did, yes.' Vector had embraced that even if it was an illusion, he should grab this opportunity with both hands. 'Who didn't? Let me have a little talk with them.' 'Mom, sheesh.' Somewhat embaressed, Vector let go of his mother. 'Why did you never told me that dad didn't want me to become a royal?' 'Vector, I could have a million husbands. But I could never have another son, you were more important to me than that lazy ass of a husband I had. I should be glad that he left when he did. It was though. But I raised you with love, not with expectations. Even if you wanted to be something silly like polisher, or become a writer like your father. I would've Always supported you. Even when you started hooking up with that Queenly. She has not enough flesh on her bones! She needs some good mama Mathilda cooking to make her feel better.' 'You Always made the best chicken, mama.' 'Now, you know that I support you. Right?' 'I do mama.' Vector put his hand on his mothers head, and played with he grey hairs. 'I don't think you should hang around that Queenly girl of yours.' Vector pulled his hand back, and questioned his mother. 'Why?' Vector's mother tried to sit down, but she could barely bend her knees. Vector assisted her, and sat down besides her. 'Son... I want you to be happy, and I don't get the feeling that she makes you very happy. Call in a hunch, but she is up to no good!' Vector shook his head. 'But ma, I should be proud of where I am. Even if I was raised poor, I've made it now. Aren't you proud?' Mathilda shook her head. 'Proud is a useless feeling, it indicates that one person should be better than the other. You understand? If you replaced all the pride in the world with love, the world would be a better place son... Tell me, do you love this girl? Or are you just proud to be her boyfriend?' 'I.. Don't know ma. I have been doubting it for a while now...' Vector's mother put her head on his shoulder, and smiled. 'If you doubt it, that's enough. Love should never be doubted. Go on, don't make your mama feel proud. Go make your mama feel happy because you are happy.' 'I will mama, I will.' Just as Vector was about to put his hand on his mothers head for a last farewell, she was gone. 'You here too? Welcome!' Vector looked around, and got up quickly. 'February?!' February waved at him. 'It is I, february. You stuck here too?' 'Yeah... I would call it that...' A loud grinding like noise came from the door, as one of the five hearts dissappeared from the enterance.