Book 3. Choices through time and space.

Revealings and legends.

A,N: Hello dear readers. Here is the next update. Hope I didn't keep you waiting too long. There were some kind of few blocks on the way but did knock them out. That and life is getting interesting. Being with my boyfriend can be quite distracting lol. Not that I mind lol. However, hope you will like this chapter and thank you so much for your support. Your comments and love for the story is very motivating. So thank you so much! Couldn't have done it without you. :D

Vector's p.o.v.

"Av that hurt your moron!" Vector shouted angrily and glared at the servant beside him. "Haven't you heard about being delicate to your Emperors?".

"I am sorry my lord, but I need to clean the wound, so please excuse my rudeness" the barian servant apologized, and bowed deeply, before kneeling down at the bedside once again, placing clothed fabric in a crystallized bowl with liquid, and soon rubbed it at the bloody wound.

Vector hissed in pain now. Purple plasma, the barian form of human blood, was running down his side. Right now, he was in his room, lying on his bed in barian form, getting treatment from one of his medic servants he was having. Not the best. At least not compared to Dumon, and his wide branch of knowledge of almost everything revolving Barians and barian world, but Vector would never ask. He was too prideful. That and admitting that his own sister had attacked him out loud to others, were not gonna happen. He still couldn't believe she had done that, but Vector had to remind himself that Zaira didn't know better. She had forgotten everything revolving Barian world and added with that she was in denial around her true ancestry, Vector forgave her. He could forgive Zaira for almost everything, unlike this medic in here, who he properly would kill, if they didn't hurry it up. Inside his head, he could hear the barian deity laugh at his predicament. Vector sneered angry inside. He knew he could ask for Don thousand to heal him, but he truly didn't want that. There would always be a price to pay, and he didn't want to owe him any favor. Not that he would keep his word anyway, but still. The feeling of owing anyone anything. Well he disliked that with all his might.

"Are you done yet?" Vector sneered angrily "I don't have all day. Just close it up".

"Close it up? But sire, it is a deep wound" the medic replied in a scared tone. "We need... need one with more expertise. Like...".

"If you say Dumon's name, I rip off your arm" Vector threatened "So either you close up that wound or are gone from my sight in 10 seconds. What will it be?!".

Vector didn't get that surprised when the medic, rushed to its feet and ran out of the room, as fast as their legs could carry them. Vector rolled his eyes. They were all so pathetic. He got up from the bed, placing a hand at the wound close to his left hip. He was still bleeding though. Purple liquid were running down at his side. Vector sneered. He needed to close this for the time being. At least Barians couldn't bleed out and die, but the headache and annoyingly pain were not welcomed. He grabbed the most effective in the room for now. Crystal pieces from a bowl in here. They were mostly for eating, but for barians every crystal were welcome for treatments, He pressed the different pieces into the wound, and closed his eyes, while trying not to scream up because of the pain. The pieces along with the plasma, kept at least some of the blood from running. He also grabbed one of the cloaks he was having in the crystalized closet in here and ripped off a big part of the sleeves. He wrapped the cloth around his torso. That would serve as bandage for now at least.

"You are pathetic, you know" he could hear Don thousand say inside his head. "That would not keep your wound shut for long".

"I know that! But we are having a meeting, and you said we were in a hurry" He sneered at the deity "So if you have anything to say, say it now, or I will be going".