The Romance of Lotania - An Under Gods Story (Rough Draft)

Chapter 11: Met Visogue

Chapter 11: Met Visogue

An hour ago...

"I don't have time to go over the specifics but trust when I say the Orogian and those humans are not our enemies. Today this business with D'marov finally ends, but first I'm going to need that corpse." Those were the last words G'ravek said to G'monga before rushing out. Her son, the last family she had was making a last stand and his allies were so few in number. G'monga read the journal again hoping to scavenge some hope that she would not lose her baby boy. She couldn't.

G'monga shut B'raques's journal and rushed to the corner of the room and pulled down a sheet that covered an altar. She pulled open the cupboard at the base and there sat a pile of every ingredient she'd need. Chips made of dried purple fruit, the shed skin of a serpent, golden jewelry, a large bottle of purple rum long since mixed with the most important ingredient of them all, serpentine. She took all of it and threw into a metal bowl with snake shaped carvings circling it. She pulled out her striker and tapped the rim of the bowl four times. The bowl seemed to growl an unearthly growl louder and louder as G'monga dragged the striker around its sides. The ingredients inside ignited and a roar let as G'monga continued to turn the striker.

"Great Leviathan Undus, I need ya help. My son is out there playing with things he does not understand humans have come to our land just as ya said and I no longer have the strength to-"

The purple flame darkened to a blue-violet that leaned toward being pitch black in shade and settled into a slow worming mass of the same color that crawled around the room. It was as if the flame had become a wet, writhing, lifeform that took its own sweet smelling smoke filled breathes. The walls and ceiling retreated making the space around them larger upon entrance. Sweat dripped from G'monga's brow. Even in her hundred years of life she could never get used to the uncontrollable uneasiness the crawling aura brought.

"Even after all these years you still call to Undus? All of the other early retirees searching for handouts just call my name," said a distorted voice reverberating from every angle of the shifting room.

"Well... I prefer to hold out hope for the day he returns."

"And what lie would you tell to explain why the Mad Goblin G'monga is requesting aid from a tribe she abandoned."

"I wouldn't have to lie. Undus has only ever asked us to do as we believed and believed we were all destined to die if we continued to fight the White Tide, " G'monga

"So I suppose by your logic I'm just a ghost then?"

G'monga hesitated to answer as writhing energy move closer toward her.

"I was never told what ya were supposed to be, Met Visogue," G'monga answered.

"Hmpf," she said as if G'monga's words had confirmed something her and the ethereal coiling pulled away.

"Wait! Ya heard about the humans but, there was another. A leviathan who broke through our country's walls days ago. She was young so I believe she may be White Tide."

"What did she look like?"

"Reddish-brown skin, looked like a mix between Orogian and Umibozan, and she wore old purple tunic armor," G'monga detailed.

"She's here," Eyawa panicked and snatched the cube, shoving it in her pocket as she shot herself to the further down the river. She tumbled onto the ground and leaped into the forest, rushing through its crimson foliage as fast as she possibly could. She could hear loud crunching behind her. No doubt the sound of the giant roots and stems being crushed and torn trying to support the weight of her. This was exactly what she'd worked so hard to avoid. How did she find her? What did she do wrong? Was there such a gap between in intelligence between the two that Eyawa could never have hoped, never have dreamed of beating her? Was she not allowed that after all she'd been through?

Eyawa mind raced and oddly enough a chill ran down her spine despite the heat that came ever closer. "Just a little further," she thought, running as hard as to leave cracks and holes in place of her steps with a speed she never knew she could reach without shooting herself around like a missile. She could feel her body reaching its limit, she was sweating hard from fatigue and fear alike, not to mention her ribs, but if she could just get to the exit then maybe. Just maybe...

She turned the corner and blasted herself toward the gate. Allowing the wind to take her for only a moment. And then her face smacked into something she was all too familiar with. She smacked the frozen top of the river laying on her back defeated as the familiarity walked closer.

"Eyawa!" the figure roared her gruff voice still filling every corner of the mind. "Why did you run from me?! Why are you shaking?!"

Eyawa hadn't even noticed that she was shaking or that she'd rolled on her side balled up and covering her head like a child who thought closing her eyes would make the monster go away.

"Why are you afraid of me?" she asked, her all-encompassing voice cracking a bit as she backed away.

"Because you're scaring me Visogue." Eyawa coward.

Visogue looked at herself, her blackened, over-defined and vein ridden sinew, massive bone-based growth that formed like a massive crown on her face, her eyes serpentine and sharp, her flowing bluish-black tentacle-like hair flowing violently like the waters during a storm, the ethereal smoke seeping from her mouth. She could tell her nature was intense. She stepped back and crouched in order to seem less threatening.

"I'm sorry," she said, her voice now calm and only coming from one direction.

Eyawa unballed slowly and she looked Visogue in her glowing red eyes and saw that there was no murderous intent in them. Which meant she must not know why Eyawa came to Yorgard.

"Eyawa listen, I know I bugged out the last time we saw each other but I was afraid of losing you and living how I've lived for so long, you just get too accustomed to fighting for what you want."

"Visogue, I know what life has done to you and I get that your mind takes you places, but you have to understand that I've never had something like that happen to me before, not that close. I just need some time away right now."

"You're right. I heard Yorgard was going crazy and then I heard you were involved and I panicked."

Eyawa brushed her hands along Met Visogue's face nudging the tubed veil of lungs that hung over the sides of her face and kissed her.

"I will be back, okay."

"Okay," Visogue smiled or at least tried her best to fane one.

She stood from over Eyawa and helped her up. Eyawa nodded at her and smiled before she began to walk. A walk that once she had made it far enough turned back into a panicked dash.

Met Visogue's eyes filled with imageon and she stared at Eyawa as she left.

"Eyawa, I really do love you and I have taken so much pleasure in learning about you. Which I why I know when you're hiding something." she frowned as she saw a faint string of pink imageon following Eyawa.

Yorgard Arc concluded