Fighting History

Chapter 11:Choosing a Side

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Roman and Patton left the next day, not even trying to find Virgil. Not that Virgil really cared, or at least he told himself that.

Virgil stayed by the cliff, trying to decide what to do next. He couldn't go back to the Kryla, and the Mirian's wouldn't want him anywhere near them. So, he had no where to go really. Sure he could try to hide in the woods, but there was a chance the Kryla would find him. Needless to say, he was feeling completely lost. Just yesterday he had thought he knew his destiny, what he was meant to do but... Now, there was nothing...

"There's a face I didn't except to see again," A voice said from behind Virgil, starling the Kryla. He spun around to see the old man, or Konsos from the river in Adar. He sat next to Virgil, looking out at the field. "You are a very troubled soul it seems."

Virgil sighed, looking down. "I guess... Why do you keep visiting me?" He looked at the Konsos, not sure h even wanted that answer.

"I come to those who need guidance, so really, it is you who should be asked that question," He reached a hand out and rested it on Virgil's shoulder. "So tell me, troubled Kryla. Why do I keep seeing you?"

Virgil blinked in surprise, about to ask how this man knew he was Kryla when the man laughed. "Konsoses know all. But we can only share what that person knows deep inside."

"I..." Virgil said, looking down again. "I don't know." He answered truthfully. He had used to have everything figured out. At first it was to lead his tribe and protect his people, then helping the Mirians was added, and now... The goals were clashing.

The Konsos stood. "Then perhaps you must find out." He said, staring at the distance shape of the main Mir town.

Virgil grit his teeth. "Why can't you just tell me?! I don't know what I'm supposed to do and I need someone to just tell me!" He said loudly, shaking with a mix of anger and grief.

The Konsos looked down at him. "Do you? Or is that what you want?" He moved behind Virgil, hands held out in front of him. "All your life you have been instructed on how to do everything. Yet now, the only thing telling you what to do are the voices in your head."

Virgil looked at him. "What do you mean voices?" He demanded, getting to his feet. The Konsos looked at him with a small smile. It clicked in Virgil's mind. "Do you mean the plants? They're not voices in my head though..." He said, voice trailing into a mutter at the end.

"Are they? Virgil, I only speak what you know deep inside. So I have to ask you, who are you?" He rested his hands on Virgil's shoulders, eyes seemingly staring into his soul.

Virgil looked towards the forest, trying to think. "I'm..." He took a deep breath. "I'm the weird Kryla. The one who doesn't fit in with the tribe. The last of the storm family line..." He turned to face the Konsos. "That's what I've been all my life... But this doesn't fix anything!"

The Konsos chuckled lightheartedly. "But is that all you are? I don't think someone as strange and interesting you is just the 'weird Kryla.'"

Virgil looked behind him, at the Mirian main town. His thoughts drifted to his friends. Patton, who was always there for him, always there for any of them. Kind, lighthearted. Roman, who was cocky and brave, but cared about the other. Brave, caring. And... Logan. Who had been smart and stiff, yet slowly warmed up. Smart, and dead. He had fought alongside them. And now... He fought alone, like before.

"I'm Virgil Storm. Kryla prince, and friend of Mirians. Orphaned young and raised by Janus, I'm trying to save my people and the Mirian king... I'm the last magic carrier on this island," Virgil said, narrowing his eyes, slowly smiling. "I don't fight just for my people, but for the greater good."

For the first time for as long as Virgil could remember, his mind was cleared of the voices of the plants. He was able to think without the constant background hum. For the first time, he knew where he truly belonged.

Virgil turned to thank the Konsos, to find him gone. He nodded, opening the flap on his jacket to free his wings. With a deep breath he launched himself off the cliff, flying as fast as he could manage. He had to find his friends, and had to defeat the threat before anything could happen.

After a while of flying Virgil spotted two figures walking alone in the field. With a smirk he flew over them, landing in front of the two. Roman pulled out his sword, and Patton's hand shot to the tiny dagger he had started to use.

The Kryla grinned at his Mirian friends, letting his wings fold back. "Right, I'm ready to kick some asshole ass." He said, offering a hand. With a similar grin, the Mirian Prince accepted it.

The Konsos slid through the streets, now in her cat like form instead of the form of the old man. Very few spared her a second glace, since to them she appeared to be a normal cat. Finally, after a while of searching she found him, the man from Virgil's mind.

With a soft smile she curled around his legs, whispering, "Your friends await you in the field, hurry, and you may catch them." The man looked down just in time to see her slip into the shadows.

She watched as the man stood, hurrying towards the path out of town. A smile spread across her face, tail flicking. The island must be reunited if it were to survive much longer.