False kings and jealous gods

Chapter 6

Chapter 6

Look the leaves are dead

The moments gone, there's no surrender

Forever now unsaid

The words that might've warmed December

Cos it's all inside your head

Like fragments of a dream you remember

So never mind, your clever mind, never mind me

(Poets of the fall - Clever mind)

After all that Sybil had gone through and no matter how much she trusted Eoll, she couldn't show him her real dwelling. That is why as soon as his flyer flew away, she came up to the surface of the gateway, where she quietly sat and went home. She wish she could call this place a wonderful word "house" and sometimes Sybil even used it, forgetting the truth, but still she understood pretty well, that it was just her temporary sanctuary. The more dangerous it became now, that empire bandogs finally detected her existence. She will have to try her best to erase all the consequences.

Sybil decided to think about it a little later, because now she had to take off this disgusting uniform of an empire soldier and have a shower to wash away the memories about a short but still a real imprisonment. The thoughts about it returned her again to a wonderful guy, who had saved her. And to his tattoo.

Sybil knew that all the Maalakh children had a tattooed quatrefoil on their heads (it was made at their birth and afterwards helped rhatian aggressors to define, who was before them). Sybil had the same tattoo, although she had never looked at it closely, because it was hidden under her hair. But Eoll's quatrefoil had a little crown on its top - and this was the sign of the royal house of Maalakh. What did it mean? Was Eoll that very prince, the lost heir of Maalakh's throne?

Had the blond-guitarist known who he really was? And why hadn't any of his buddies-musicians shown it to him yet? Or hadn't they known either? I'll have to talk about it to Yakko, Sybil decided and without thinking that it might be late and the guy might be sleeping, she came to him.

It was weird, but Yakko didn't sleep, but was taking off an empire officer's uniform. At seeing this, Sybil guessed about everything at once.

- Well, when were you gonna tell me? - she asked. - Or you weren't at all?

Yakko looked, as if he was taken by surprise with his pants down.

- Okay, change, I don't want you to have your pants unzipped when you explain yourself, - the girl allowed him graciously. - Does it mean that you've also taken part in the operation of my saving? And I was afraid already that you've left me to my fate.

- Sometimes you talk way too much, - Yakko said, putting on his usual pants and a T-shirt. - What exactly do you want to know? I can see that you already know enough.

- Why haven't you told me that you played in such a great band? - Sybil resented.

- And since when have you been interested in music? - Yakko parried. - You've never even listened to me play the guitar.

- I was a fool, sorry, - she tilted her head with repentance. - For how long have you been performing?

- For a couple of years.

Sybil looked astonished.

- And I'd never have found it out if it wasn't for this incident!

- You'd better think of how you're gonna live now, - Yakko said. - It's dangerous for you to stay here. Your face must be on every holo-ads right now.