Legacy of the Golden Wielder

Chapter 15

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Chapter 15

Aadi willed the dirt, which until moments ago had rested inside the ceramic pot, toward him.

Zoen watched in awe as the dust encircled his friend’s body. Aadi then ordered all the dirt to condense on the palm of his hand.

“How?” asked Zoen, obviously still in shock. He looked a bit taller than the last time he had seen him. The hunch on his back had also grown in size. His kind face and features remained near identical, though.

“I’m not sure,” admitted Aadi. “I think it’s always been with me. It’s just that part of me suppressed it deep inside. But if it wasn’t for it, I would never have escaped the prison.”

“Prison?” Zoen asked confused.

“Yes.” Aadi proceeded to tell him what had transpired in the last six years. He told him everything, from his capture, to his time in the prison, and finally to his miraculous escape.

“That sounds terrible,” said Zoen once Aadi had finished relaying his story. “I’m so sorry.”

“Don’t be. It made me a better person. I wouldn’t have traded those for years for anything.”

“But you lost so much.”

“Feeling sorry for myself is not going to make the time I spent at Kilead Keep go away. Best to be glad for the positive that came out of it.”

“I suppose you’re right,” Zoen said, though he didn’t look too convinced. “Besides, what’s important is that you’re back. After you disappeared, we searched everywhere for you.”

“We?”

Zoen’s voice lowered to a hushed whisper. “Yes. Ishani and I. She looked everywhere. Even Princess Latiha helped. We finally tracked you down to some peasants. They said they saw you being taken by that mad man, Doctor Narciss. The princess put all her resources into locating his whereabouts. And sure enough, a few weeks later we located his base. He was put to the sword. But….” Sweat dripped down his hair. “There were no bodies found, well, no complete bodies. We only found pieces here and there.”

“He was a sick man,” said Aadi, cringing.

“Yes he was.”

“So….” Aadi gripped his robe not sure he wanted to know the answer to his question. “Do you know what became of Ishani?”

“Once we thought you had died, I lost contact with her. I suppose seeing me reminded her too much of you.” His friend took a seat on the cushioned chair. The same one Frode had used years ago.

“So how about you?” asked Aadi, hoping to change the conversation before the pain hit him. “It looks like you’ve been through quite some changes.” He pointed at his new wardrobe.

“That I have.” He gazed down at his robe sadly. “After Frode fell ill and succumbed to his sickness, there was no one who wished to take over the mantle of master record keeper.” He remained silent for a moment. “Everyone is too pre-occupied with staying alive, that the preservation of knowledge has mostly been forgotten. Seeing that no one wanted the post, I took it. The Princess sent the necessary scrolls for me to sign and make it official.”