"Mono/Dialogue"
'Inner thoughts'
Narration
[Message/communication apparatus]
Date: April 1086
Location: Section 3’s High-Class Residential Area, Kawalerielki, Kazimierz
POV: Viviana
Walking through the hallway of this residence, I can see several Campaign Knights and security forces milling about, courtesy of my guardian during my stay in Kazimierz. This place is amongst the finest in terms of security and secrecy, but I still need time to conform and acclimatize with this nation. One such thing is how… liberal this mobile city is as an example. Naturally it was different with how I used to live back in Leithanien.
The day I arrived in the border of Kazimierz was memorable to say the least, I met the famed Silverlance Pegasus and they embodies the essence of Knighthood that I had always idealized and dreamt off. They carried themselves like the best of the best while maintaining the grace that is expected and befitting of their station.
What’s more? I met someone who greeted me so graciously, her name was Nelka Ramona and at first I thought she was a noble from how graceful, confident, and dazzling her bearing suggested. Imagine my shock that she was actually a commoner who rose up the ladder and thrived most excellently, I daresay she trumped over several of our own.
Kola, Brant, and Mr. Conrad then parted ways with me, I’ll admit that I was quite emotional to be separated with people I admire and love as my own Big Brother, Sister, and newest addition of quirky robotic Uncle. They must return soon else dearest father would be swamped with work and foes who plots ill upon him, while Mr. Conrad is busy with work assigned to him by his lady.
I wish I can help dearest father but I’m here exactly to ensure that he can do his duty without worrying about my well-being. He was a good man, but if I may be honest; overprotective upon the highest order. He was a real worrywart that I once got angry enough and refuse to talk with him due to his nagging just because I fell in the backyard and returned muddy.
He meant well, but I must insist that his nagging was too much!
Anyway, back to Miss Nelka, she once told me that she is a friend of The Grey Serpent, Lady Nyx, whom at the moment is predisposed with situation back home. Miss Nelka regaled tales of her encounter with her that is eerily a 1:1 mirror with one of the books I had read since I came here and yes, Lady Nyx was actually a writer whom hid her identity. There are only a smattering few who knew of this fact; and I have no intention to divulge this favorite author of mine that has a special place in my literary corner.
By searching and reading more books, I had managed to pin-point several of it where the author is clearly her, from her knowledge of bizarre theories and plots, or mayhap factual encyclopedia, but the style differed so wildly. No wonder none ever thought it was made by the same person, much less someone of her reputation. It is not unusual for the author to hide their name, most who did are divided between those who seeks no fame, plain eccentric… and those who are infected with oripathy.
My heart still ache every time I realized that resplendent and beautiful literary works ends up buried due to unjust discrimination. I longed for the day where justice for them, infected and downtrodden in general, will finally rise up to illuminate the land. Alas, my dream is juvenile and I have yet able to do anything to contribute with it. I did however recalled Lady Nyx’s words that everything starts with small steps, paraphrased with my own understanding of course.
Which is why I’m eternally grateful with my adoptive mother; The Grandmaster Ioleta Russell, she is the reason that I had been protected and hidden so meticulously. This mansion is one she had prepared for me and all of my expenses had been accounted for, but I can’t help but feel guilty with this lavish environment while I’m more or less just imposed on her.
It was quite… awkward… to call her step-mother at first, but her graceful and welcoming nature made me feel accepted. She was a Kazimierz Knightess that was amongst the heroes whom returned from 1072’s encirclement. The event is now recorded as “Daybreak Over the Golden Prairie”, a miracle of its own right where Kiril Nearl, Step-Mother, and dozens of Silverlances fend off against insurmountable odds. There was also rumors that Lady Nyx had a hand in it, but no official record was found.
Step-Mother was also there to greet me. Her countenance was fair and pleasant, she regaled of tales where she personally knew my dearest father. Honestly, I can’t be happier of how much he tried to keep me safe from all the nobles that has been moving behind his back. I wonder if dearest father is alright…
When I finally become more comfortable with my dear step-mother, I told her that I wanted to be a knight. She was overjoyed but also saddened with my decision. I once had asked her why she sported such a forlorn, if I may disgusted scowl that tarnished her gracious and determined gaze. She once asked me about what I think about the Knighthood in Kazimierz. At first I thought that step-mother was merely jesting, thus I truthfully told her how I adore The Land of Knights and their determination to uphold chivalry.
Step-mother then shown me all there is to know about knighthood. I noticed oddity of why there is a Knight Club beneath Knight Order, but I persevered and was trained personally by her. My skill with the sword rose sharply and rapier had been my choice of weapon, not just because its elegant looking piece of weaponry but also because it fits my style.
Step-Mother then teach me essences and codes of chivalry, which will still be ongoing for 4 years from my estimation. I was beyond ecstatic when she hammered into me regarding the basics and goals. Knighthood exist to lead and ensure that the nation will survive. The Knights must be gracious and humble but never timid in the sense of backing down from what is right.
All the words and facets she teach truly resonated within me. Thus I often times begged her to allow me to see how Knighthood functioned in this era. She winced from my question and only gave me an apologetic and ashamed smile; she just gave me some sort of tickets titled Azurblade Tourney.
Tournament had also reminds me with the rumored Black Knight. She was a Leithanien but is incapable of using Arts, and despite winning her 2nd Kazimierz Major, of which I myself had yet to be privy with, is more or less shunned in Leithanien. My country has a severe case of distaste for those unable to use any smidgen of Arts, to the point of calling them derogatory label of ‘defects’, naturally I wish nothing more than to disassociate myself with the likes of them.
Returning to previous topic, I was beyond thrilled to be given such a chance to see Knights on tournament. My fantasy was whirling with imagination to understand how modern Knighthood will presents itself. Naturally I did not attend by my lonesome, Miss Nelka as my caretaker and several Adeptus Agents accompanied me. I can still remember how I pretty much skip with pep and energy towards the stadium, which was also why I failed to see Miss Nelka’s pitying smile…
I used to think that I will enjoy every facet of Knighthood in this era… used to.
My hope and dream were tarnished however; not shattered but I was baffled with how different my idea of Knighthood is compared to… to… whatever this thing supposed to be.
Tourney that I had watched was… an overglorified and misleading gladiatorial tournament filled with savagery under the veil of modernity. That time I uttered incredulously “What is this?” I turned towards Miss Nelka but she does not answer and only bowed her head apologetically. I failed to see where the chivalry and honor in this.
The cheering of the people was unlike what I thought it would be. It was more in line with drunkards and vagabonds betting upon which animals will win, their fascination is only on how badly mangled a ‘knight’ end up as or how much flair does their duel shall entertain them. Their cheering was also commercialized, I remembered where names are being thrown and used for advertisement… forget chivalry; even the glory itself was lacking.
I left soon after, unable to stand foe even another quarter of an hour…
The Knighthood that I’m trying of conforming, nay; tolerating, to is one so alien and befuddling, not an exaggeration to say that it goes against everything I dreamt. I once saw a Knight that was bedecked in the most resplendent coat; yet their personalities is no worse than the nastiest and vilest of what man can become. I wonder… did I perhaps mistakenly seen a wrong kind of knighthood?
Once I returned home, I asked Step-Mother what did I just witnessed and she said that not everyone has the same idea like I do. Thus she asked back on me, will I give in on the reality? I was unable to answer, but I for sure will not neglect my education. If I’m the only Traditional and Conventional Knight left; then so be it…
“Hmm? Oh, good afternoon, Lady Viviana.” I turned my head back and saw Miss Nelka carrying a stack of document in her hands. Despite my protest, she insist to be my caretaker and guardian since Step-Mother is busy dealing with, and I quote, “Vultures and Imbeciles.” while expressing a part furious and a part tired face.
“Good afternoon to you, Miss Nelka. Are you perchance looking for dear step-mother?”
“Indeed.”
“That’s a shame then, Step-Mother already left for work. I myself had just about finish with History class for today. Sir Edmund was quite a strict tutor, nothing I cannot manage thankfully.”
“She has? Hmm, suppose I need to catch up on her then. By the by, how have you been with this much security around and do you need something else? Just say the word and I’ll do my best to fulfill it.”
“I’m fairly certain you had inquired such merely a few hours ago….”
“Oh goodness me, how can I be so forgetful? I’m really sorry for taking your time then, Lady Viviana.”
“Fret not, but I do wish that you stop nagging me too much.”
“I’m afraid that’s out of question, your dear step-mother would be quite cross with me otherwise. Besides, having to take care of a bright and well-behaved young lady is a great change of pace.” We talked and conversed with mundane topics. It is truly different compared to when I and Dearest Mother were confined inside the tower for our own protection… I hope that times like this can last and maybe… just maybe… true knighthood would return…
Date: June 1086
Location: Somewhere in the badlands.
POV: Narrator
There are villages dotting the badlands, as how life would be in prospering despite the challenges and dangers that lurked upon this lawless land. Villages fall and rise can be an event as rare as when dew formed in the dawn of the day, and its thriving era can be as common as a meteor strike during catastrophe.
One such village is quite unique in a sense that they are all nomadic. Like a group of caravan and never stay in one place for too long, but when they do settle in for the time being; the village can set it up nicely and comfortably with ease of evacuation always on the table. Of course, their existence is even more harrowing because mobile cities and landship seldom in being forgiving for this type of settlement. There are reasons why it is as such, but that’s a story for another time.
The village’s nature also implied that they have more than basics needs in conforming with badlands. They have workshop; weapons and tools can be crafted with ease. They have screens; vehicle that acted akin to moving walls. Those are some of the essentials, the mundane and R&R facilities range from hydroponic farms and up to, or perhaps more, a brothel and saloon. Let us take a look at one of these facilities.
A lone ashen haired Pythian woman can be seen inside in a saloon-slash-moving apartment of some kind doing nothing in particular other than smoking, since her meal had long since finished. The patrons are all aware of her, being a gorgeous, fairly tall and lithe, lady has its perks in attracting crowds after all. Her silky smooth skin and desirable visage is a plus for scenery.
None of the patrons even entertained the idea of getting too close to her however. If nothing else they only observed from afar, trepidation but also thrill is the name of the game around the woman.
For one, she is kitted out like a mercenary and soldier while her attire is merely a touch below Special Forces uniform. Two, a catastrophe messenger, of the contingency contract division, armband can be clearly seen on her arm. Third, a silver snake insignia can also be seen on her Kevlar. Fourth, she is bedecked with swords, guns, and bows for all the worlds to see.
But all paled in comparison with one singular fact.
“Lady Grey Serpent, do you wish for a refill?” The owner spoke courteously and cautiously, this is the most prominent fact; her fame. Exaggerated or watered down meant little if one can smell blood for the majority of her rumors.
“Sure, bill it as usual.”
“One moment please.” He take her glass and starts refilling it with 100% citrusy beverage, fresh from the hydroponics. While waiting for her refill, the Pythian in question gaze at her personal terminal and starts doing her things as CM; field reports, updates, and boring desk jobs worthy work.
Nyx the Grey Serpent; Ex-Mercenary, Courier, Sadist, Messenger, Troubleshooter, and overall a person where general citizens wish to not be in her bad grace.
She has been leaning against the table and chewing tobacco in-lieu of smoking for some time now. Her eyes and focus darted between what manners of television or radio signal that managed to reach this far into the wild.
Despite her presence made several people uncomfortable, it also means that no one wanted to make a scene within her proximity. It brought an interesting mix of boon and misfortune. Brawls and the like should have been the norm, day drinking on a fucked up world is merely a little side entertainment to keep the monotony at bay by mixing in a venue to vent out stress that’s increasingly common these days… which is ironically monotonous.
“Here you go, my lady.” The man left her refilled drink on the table and returning on with his duty.
“Thank you.” She said her thanks and used her terminal to route the payment. For but a moment, her tone indicated a forlorn note but also a sense of morose satisfaction. Her mind was transported back to when she has a talk with people she can call brother and sister in-arms.
Flashback
3 figures sat around the makeshift encampment. They are eating their dinner in silence and the darkness had truly overpowered the moonlight shining down the earth. No words were exchanged and no personal thoughts are made known. They all know however, a topic for this upcoming discussion would be important moving on.
Kalinia, the boisterous and cheese addict-slash-lunatic Elafian woman, had been tearing and swallowing her salted and dry meat without her usual cheerfulness. She is known within the group as their jokester and overall fine gall to hang out with, the fact she is as quiet as the grave is a clear indication of her mental and mood.
Toland, the self-proclaimed most handsome Sarkaz on Terra, while also the de-facto Vice-Leader, had already finished his meal. He is staring upward, towards the inconsistent stars that can sometime be seen above the sky. His self-assured confidence is nowhere to be found, he is now only a dispirited and tired man leaning against a dead tree,
Then we have Nyx, the moonlighting member that is probably the youngest in terms of membership among them. She was always considered as the pickaxe of the group when scissor and rock is not viable as method. She is also the one who always more than glad in teaching others with what she knows; provided they doesn’t disturb her rest time too often. She hasn’t been touching her meal.
“So… how have you been Nyx? Thought for sure you kicked the bucket a virgin…” Toland tried to muster some sort of carefree energy back into his voice. Only for it to come out awkward and unnatural, which elicited bitter chuckles from the other two in this impromptu camping.
“If I got screwed over, doubt I’ll still have that before kicking the bucket… and… you know… the usual messengers shits and what not, felt like I’m truly being everyone merry little courier.” The Pythian herself tried to not trip with her words, but the mood is just not exactly what she had in mind for small talks.
That’s that, they are all confused with how to proceed. The Grey Serpent mind is doing its best to formulate something, anything, to potentially soften the blow. Toland meanwhile is just tired, it has been a long week for him in assessing the fallout. Kalinia is the only one yet to chime in with her 2 cents on this barely functioning small talks.
Unable to take this awkward, and failed in serving its purpose, tip-toeing any longer, Kalinia inhaled deep and stare straight into Nyx. The Grey Serpent saw tears of frustration and betrayal within her eyes pooling clearly despite the dimming light of flame that serves as their sole source of illumination.
“… He is a coward.”
“…” Nyx eyes lit up an ember of rage, but she held it back on the account that Kalinia is her sister-in-arms. They had fought together, so there was nothing wrong with giving her the benefit of the doubt and chance to elaborate.
“Your Młynar is a fucking coward Nyx!” She stood up and starts walking back and forth while a hand of her has been gripping the sword sheathed on her hips. Her other hand on her hair, tousling it with clear irritation and anger. She sighed before continuing with her words.
“… We’re doing good Nyx… We saved villages… we protected travelers… and we even brought down some idiots. Then he just gave up… like that. Czcibor was furious as all hell… Toland wasn’t even smiling…”
“Get to the point already…”
“He has lost his way, ends up as nothing but nobody for what? It is not just what we did that he had forgotten. It’s also what we all had gone through; we were family you know? He discarding us like that hurts a lot of people.”
“…”
“What? Not gonna defend your prince charming? I thought for sure you got hooked up with his dick or something while worshipping every steps he took…”
“…So even he break huh…? Ha…” Despite her words, Nyx smiled. Kalinia took it the wrong way.
“Why the fuck are you smiling? Is this funny to you?”
“Not really, no. It is just… you know… I thought I’m the only one with unhealthy obsession with him… turns out you guys are the same.” She let out a chuckle, before training her gaze on the Elafian.
“You guys had been propping him up like this infallible messiah, it is not that he can’t withstand the pressure; more like his nucleic family is just so precious to him. I’m not saying you guys deserve none of it, hell I’m probably the one that deserved him less…”
“Continue…” Toland finally spoke up and made his way to the fire, there was a glint of interest glimmered in his eyes. Kalinia was staring at the Pythian with incredulity, but decided to keep mum.
“I mean… you guys had forgotten what made our little gathering for fools worked… He wasn’t the only one, all of us pulled our own weight, but because you propped him up alone as this… Savior of Kazimierz… He has no one to confide and share the burden.” She turned her eyes to Kalinia.
“More damningly? It was you guys who worshipped every steps he took, not me.”
“We’re not…”
“Are you really? Then tell me, why did you always put his words first and foremost like some sort of gospel? Why you guys always attributed our achievement as a group solely on him? These are all fine and dandy if we have one or two ideas in mind. Propping someone becoming a Hero meant a hell lot of animosity.” Standing up on her feet, Nyx stretched her body while gazing at the sky.
“What was the idea or ideal of propping him up? Are we going to trigger civil war or some shit? His influence that he never wanted to grew without him because of this ambiguous goal of ours.”
“…”
“With fame came people who despise you. I can manage to somewhat hid myself, because I play all side without getting too deep in touch with them. Even my membership is the most unstable right?”
“…”
“What does he get for all this trouble? People gunning down on his ass while you guys are seen as mere accessories and being pretty much exempted. The reason why people rarely mess with me is also how I will always retaliate to those who slight me and those dear to me. Młynar is a complete opposite of what I am, despite what his countenance suggest.”
“You created this idea of Młynar Nearl as the Tenebrous Hero who will bring deliverance, but have you ever try to cover him for this unwanted fame…?” She turned her eyes to the Sarkaz man who smirked seeing the question she was about to ask him.
“You told me the day you guys met him, what was he again?”
“Heh… A man sitting under a tree, while also denying who he supposedly be, what does he do, and what were his actions meant to be… just a foolish young man that tried his best to help people.”
“Now that exact man made too many enemies. There is a limit on how many soft power we both can wield, me from blackm- um… favors, and him from personal prowess. Then despite me protecting them too, Młynar’s niece and cousin are on their way to glory and fame, that’s why…”
“… Time is running out…?” Kalinia added without being prompted to.
“Yeah…”
“So what now then? Disband ourselves?”
“Why? You guys had been doing great, so keep on doing what you guys are doing. Like I said, it was never about him… it was about all of you, or us if you truly considered me as one of you…”
…
…
…
“Bahahahaha! Fuckin’ hell, imagine getting lectured by Nyx…”
“What’s that supposed to mean, you hornless bastard!?”
“Yeah thanks for the knock on my noggin’, metaphorically speaking, what a goddamn snake you’re…” Toland dust himself off from dirt, and starts moving away.
“The hell are you going at?”
“Calling everyone back, or what’s left anyway. You coming or nah?” he flicked his eyes towards Kalinia, the girl sighed before responding towards that invitation.
“… Well, guess I have no choice huh…” Kalinia just shook her head and stood up too, and before she left, she spoke her parting words and apology.
“… Sorry there Nyx.”
“Nah I don’t mind, I need to be more accommodating with a shitty girl like you after all.”
“Heh, tell me when you can finally reign in that bastard Pegasus… Actually no, he will be the one doing that on you.” Kalinia said without looking back anymore and walked away towards the Sarkaz in the distance.
“Yeah, yeah, go fuck yourself tramp.”
End of Flasback
Done with her reminiscing, she does nothing else for a good hour before deciding it’s time to leave and be on her way again. She has someone she needs to talk to after all. Her organizational commissions had already been done and dealt with, so it is a good time to skedaddle.
The Pythian made her way out of this cluttered but organized mess of a makeshift plaza and straight towards her ride. Tapping on her earpiece, Nyx spoke just loud enough for it transmit her words.
“How are things on your end, Conrad?” Her eyes and mental synapse are watching and grasping her surrounding carefully. So far nothing out of ordinary other than being seen like a wolf walking willy-nilly in a downtown.
[It is going as you had predicted my lady, these miners are truly stubborn. One wondered why they keep blaming Catastrophe Messengers that are only doing their assigned duty. My programming is incapable of computing this illogical situation.] Conrad informed her and its voice has a much better tone and expression, entirely flat no more.
“Stop trying to understand human too hard, I already tried it myself and end up exasperated more often than not. I mean, it was funny the first time it happened…” Nyx is looking ahead towards what can be surmised as the nomadic village’ town hall. It is a large vehicle akin to deep mining trucks back on her previous lives.
She retract her gaze and make her way to the outskirt.
Once there she can see the van, whom Conrad is inside, already waiting for her. Her bike strapped on the side like usual and she take one last look before entering the vehicle.
[Where to?] Conrad’s voice is now more expressive with clear intonation and tone. What’s more, the interface can finally move all around the vehicle much easier with detachable screen attached on a drone; courtesy of certain someone.
“Home of course… need to get there in time since Margaret will be joining the Army this winter from what I know…”
[END OF CHAPTER]
Author’s Note:
Yo there, this is me, myself, and I, the author who have returned from vacation.
My mental state is still ??? at the moment. Just know that if I didn’t update by the next week, I’m most likely suffering severe depression and its fun complementary.
That’s all and update? I don’t know…
Ciao
"Mono/Dialogue"
'Inner thoughts'
Narration
[Message/communication apparatus]
Date: April 1086
Location: Section 3’s High-Class Residential Area, Kawalerielki, Kazimierz
POV: Viviana
Walking through the hallway of this residence, I can see several Campaign Knights and security forces milling about, courtesy of my guardian during my stay in Kazimierz. This place is amongst the finest in terms of security and secrecy, but I still need time to conform and acclimatize with this nation. One such thing is how… liberal this mobile city is as an example. Naturally it was different with how I used to live back in Leithanien.
The day I arrived in the border of Kazimierz was memorable to say the least, I met the famed Silverlance Pegasus and they embodies the essence of Knighthood that I had always idealized and dreamt off. They carried themselves like the best of the best while maintaining the grace that is expected and befitting of their station.
What’s more? I met someone who greeted me so graciously, her name was Nelka Ramona and at first I thought she was a noble from how graceful, confident, and dazzling her bearing suggested. Imagine my shock that she was actually a commoner who rose up the ladder and thrived most excellently, I daresay she trumped over several of our own.
Kola, Brant, and Mr. Conrad then parted ways with me, I’ll admit that I was quite emotional to be separated with people I admire and love as my own Big Brother, Sister, and newest addition of quirky robotic Uncle. They must return soon else dearest father would be swamped with work and foes who plots ill upon him, while Mr. Conrad is busy with work assigned to him by his lady.
I wish I can help dearest father but I’m here exactly to ensure that he can do his duty without worrying about my well-being. He was a good man, but if I may be honest; overprotective upon the highest order. He was a real worrywart that I once got angry enough and refuse to talk with him due to his nagging just because I fell in the backyard and returned muddy.
He meant well, but I must insist that his nagging was too much!
Anyway, back to Miss Nelka, she once told me that she is a friend of The Grey Serpent, Lady Nyx, whom at the moment is predisposed with situation back home. Miss Nelka regaled tales of her encounter with her that is eerily a 1:1 mirror with one of the books I had read since I came here and yes, Lady Nyx was actually a writer whom hid her identity. There are only a smattering few who knew of this fact; and I have no intention to divulge this favorite author of mine that has a special place in my literary corner.
By searching and reading more books, I had managed to pin-point several of it where the author is clearly her, from her knowledge of bizarre theories and plots, or mayhap factual encyclopedia, but the style differed so wildly. No wonder none ever thought it was made by the same person, much less someone of her reputation. It is not unusual for the author to hide their name, most who did are divided between those who seeks no fame, plain eccentric… and those who are infected with oripathy.
My heart still ache every time I realized that resplendent and beautiful literary works ends up buried due to unjust discrimination. I longed for the day where justice for them, infected and downtrodden in general, will finally rise up to illuminate the land. Alas, my dream is juvenile and I have yet able to do anything to contribute with it. I did however recalled Lady Nyx’s words that everything starts with small steps, paraphrased with my own understanding of course.
Which is why I’m eternally grateful with my adoptive mother; The Grandmaster Ioleta Russell, she is the reason that I had been protected and hidden so meticulously. This mansion is one she had prepared for me and all of my expenses had been accounted for, but I can’t help but feel guilty with this lavish environment while I’m more or less just imposed on her.
It was quite… awkward… to call her step-mother at first, but her graceful and welcoming nature made me feel accepted. She was a Kazimierz Knightess that was amongst the heroes whom returned from 1072’s encirclement. The event is now recorded as “Daybreak Over the Golden Prairie”, a miracle of its own right where Kiril Nearl, Step-Mother, and dozens of Silverlances fend off against insurmountable odds. There was also rumors that Lady Nyx had a hand in it, but no official record was found.
Step-Mother was also there to greet me. Her countenance was fair and pleasant, she regaled of tales where she personally knew my dearest father. Honestly, I can’t be happier of how much he tried to keep me safe from all the nobles that has been moving behind his back. I wonder if dearest father is alright…
When I finally become more comfortable with my dear step-mother, I told her that I wanted to be a knight. She was overjoyed but also saddened with my decision. I once had asked her why she sported such a forlorn, if I may disgusted scowl that tarnished her gracious and determined gaze. She once asked me about what I think about the Knighthood in Kazimierz. At first I thought that step-mother was merely jesting, thus I truthfully told her how I adore The Land of Knights and their determination to uphold chivalry.
Step-mother then shown me all there is to know about knighthood. I noticed oddity of why there is a Knight Club beneath Knight Order, but I persevered and was trained personally by her. My skill with the sword rose sharply and rapier had been my choice of weapon, not just because its elegant looking piece of weaponry but also because it fits my style.
Step-Mother then teach me essences and codes of chivalry, which will still be ongoing for 4 years from my estimation. I was beyond ecstatic when she hammered into me regarding the basics and goals. Knighthood exist to lead and ensure that the nation will survive. The Knights must be gracious and humble but never timid in the sense of backing down from what is right.
All the words and facets she teach truly resonated within me. Thus I often times begged her to allow me to see how Knighthood functioned in this era. She winced from my question and only gave me an apologetic and ashamed smile; she just gave me some sort of tickets titled Azurblade Tourney.
Tournament had also reminds me with the rumored Black Knight. She was a Leithanien but is incapable of using Arts, and despite winning her 2nd Kazimierz Major, of which I myself had yet to be privy with, is more or less shunned in Leithanien. My country has a severe case of distaste for those unable to use any smidgen of Arts, to the point of calling them derogatory label of ‘defects’, naturally I wish nothing more than to disassociate myself with the likes of them.
Returning to previous topic, I was beyond thrilled to be given such a chance to see Knights on tournament. My fantasy was whirling with imagination to understand how modern Knighthood will presents itself. Naturally I did not attend by my lonesome, Miss Nelka as my caretaker and several Adeptus Agents accompanied me. I can still remember how I pretty much skip with pep and energy towards the stadium, which was also why I failed to see Miss Nelka’s pitying smile…
I used to think that I will enjoy every facet of Knighthood in this era… used to.
My hope and dream were tarnished however; not shattered but I was baffled with how different my idea of Knighthood is compared to… to… whatever this thing supposed to be.
Tourney that I had watched was… an overglorified and misleading gladiatorial tournament filled with savagery under the veil of modernity. That time I uttered incredulously “What is this?” I turned towards Miss Nelka but she does not answer and only bowed her head apologetically. I failed to see where the chivalry and honor in this.
The cheering of the people was unlike what I thought it would be. It was more in line with drunkards and vagabonds betting upon which animals will win, their fascination is only on how badly mangled a ‘knight’ end up as or how much flair does their duel shall entertain them. Their cheering was also commercialized, I remembered where names are being thrown and used for advertisement… forget chivalry; even the glory itself was lacking.
I left soon after, unable to stand foe even another quarter of an hour…
The Knighthood that I’m trying of conforming, nay; tolerating, to is one so alien and befuddling, not an exaggeration to say that it goes against everything I dreamt. I once saw a Knight that was bedecked in the most resplendent coat; yet their personalities is no worse than the nastiest and vilest of what man can become. I wonder… did I perhaps mistakenly seen a wrong kind of knighthood?
Once I returned home, I asked Step-Mother what did I just witnessed and she said that not everyone has the same idea like I do. Thus she asked back on me, will I give in on the reality? I was unable to answer, but I for sure will not neglect my education. If I’m the only Traditional and Conventional Knight left; then so be it…
“Hmm? Oh, good afternoon, Lady Viviana.” I turned my head back and saw Miss Nelka carrying a stack of document in her hands. Despite my protest, she insist to be my caretaker and guardian since Step-Mother is busy dealing with, and I quote, “Vultures and Imbeciles.” while expressing a part furious and a part tired face.
“Good afternoon to you, Miss Nelka. Are you perchance looking for dear step-mother?”
“Indeed.”
“That’s a shame then, Step-Mother already left for work. I myself had just about finish with History class for today. Sir Edmund was quite a strict tutor, nothing I cannot manage thankfully.”
“She has? Hmm, suppose I need to catch up on her then. By the by, how have you been with this much security around and do you need something else? Just say the word and I’ll do my best to fulfill it.”
“I’m fairly certain you had inquired such merely a few hours ago….”
“Oh goodness me, how can I be so forgetful? I’m really sorry for taking your time then, Lady Viviana.”
“Fret not, but I do wish that you stop nagging me too much.”
“I’m afraid that’s out of question, your dear step-mother would be quite cross with me otherwise. Besides, having to take care of a bright and well-behaved young lady is a great change of pace.” We talked and conversed with mundane topics. It is truly different compared to when I and Dearest Mother were confined inside the tower for our own protection… I hope that times like this can last and maybe… just maybe… true knighthood would return…
Date: June 1086
Location: Somewhere in the badlands.
POV: Narrator
There are villages dotting the badlands, as how life would be in prospering despite the challenges and dangers that lurked upon this lawless land. Villages fall and rise can be an event as rare as when dew formed in the dawn of the day, and its thriving era can be as common as a meteor strike during catastrophe.
One such village is quite unique in a sense that they are all nomadic. Like a group of caravan and never stay in one place for too long, but when they do settle in for the time being; the village can set it up nicely and comfortably with ease of evacuation always on the table. Of course, their existence is even more harrowing because mobile cities and landship seldom in being forgiving for this type of settlement. There are reasons why it is as such, but that’s a story for another time.
The village’s nature also implied that they have more than basics needs in conforming with badlands. They have workshop; weapons and tools can be crafted with ease. They have screens; vehicle that acted akin to moving walls. Those are some of the essentials, the mundane and R&R facilities range from hydroponic farms and up to, or perhaps more, a brothel and saloon. Let us take a look at one of these facilities.
A lone ashen haired Pythian woman can be seen inside in a saloon-slash-moving apartment of some kind doing nothing in particular other than smoking, since her meal had long since finished. The patrons are all aware of her, being a gorgeous, fairly tall and lithe, lady has its perks in attracting crowds after all. Her silky smooth skin and desirable visage is a plus for scenery.
None of the patrons even entertained the idea of getting too close to her however. If nothing else they only observed from afar, trepidation but also thrill is the name of the game around the woman.
For one, she is kitted out like a mercenary and soldier while her attire is merely a touch below Special Forces uniform. Two, a catastrophe messenger, of the contingency contract division, armband can be clearly seen on her arm. Third, a silver snake insignia can also be seen on her Kevlar. Fourth, she is bedecked with swords, guns, and bows for all the worlds to see.
But all paled in comparison with one singular fact.
“Lady Grey Serpent, do you wish for a refill?” The owner spoke courteously and cautiously, this is the most prominent fact; her fame. Exaggerated or watered down meant little if one can smell blood for the majority of her rumors.
“Sure, bill it as usual.”
“One moment please.” He take her glass and starts refilling it with 100% citrusy beverage, fresh from the hydroponics. While waiting for her refill, the Pythian in question gaze at her personal terminal and starts doing her things as CM; field reports, updates, and boring desk jobs worthy work.
Nyx the Grey Serpent; Ex-Mercenary, Courier, Sadist, Messenger, Troubleshooter, and overall a person where general citizens wish to not be in her bad grace.
She has been leaning against the table and chewing tobacco in-lieu of smoking for some time now. Her eyes and focus darted between what manners of television or radio signal that managed to reach this far into the wild.
Despite her presence made several people uncomfortable, it also means that no one wanted to make a scene within her proximity. It brought an interesting mix of boon and misfortune. Brawls and the like should have been the norm, day drinking on a fucked up world is merely a little side entertainment to keep the monotony at bay by mixing in a venue to vent out stress that’s increasingly common these days… which is ironically monotonous.
“Here you go, my lady.” The man left her refilled drink on the table and returning on with his duty.
“Thank you.” She said her thanks and used her terminal to route the payment. For but a moment, her tone indicated a forlorn note but also a sense of morose satisfaction. Her mind was transported back to when she has a talk with people she can call brother and sister in-arms.
Flashback
3 figures sat around the makeshift encampment. They are eating their dinner in silence and the darkness had truly overpowered the moonlight shining down the earth. No words were exchanged and no personal thoughts are made known. They all know however, a topic for this upcoming discussion would be important moving on.
Kalinia, the boisterous and cheese addict-slash-lunatic Elafian woman, had been tearing and swallowing her salted and dry meat without her usual cheerfulness. She is known within the group as their jokester and overall fine gall to hang out with, the fact she is as quiet as the grave is a clear indication of her mental and mood.
Toland, the self-proclaimed most handsome Sarkaz on Terra, while also the de-facto Vice-Leader, had already finished his meal. He is staring upward, towards the inconsistent stars that can sometime be seen above the sky. His self-assured confidence is nowhere to be found, he is now only a dispirited and tired man leaning against a dead tree,
Then we have Nyx, the moonlighting member that is probably the youngest in terms of membership among them. She was always considered as the pickaxe of the group when scissor and rock is not viable as method. She is also the one who always more than glad in teaching others with what she knows; provided they doesn’t disturb her rest time too often. She hasn’t been touching her meal.
“So… how have you been Nyx? Thought for sure you kicked the bucket a virgin…” Toland tried to muster some sort of carefree energy back into his voice. Only for it to come out awkward and unnatural, which elicited bitter chuckles from the other two in this impromptu camping.
“If I got screwed over, doubt I’ll still have that before kicking the bucket… and… you know… the usual messengers shits and what not, felt like I’m truly being everyone merry little courier.” The Pythian herself tried to not trip with her words, but the mood is just not exactly what she had in mind for small talks.
That’s that, they are all confused with how to proceed. The Grey Serpent mind is doing its best to formulate something, anything, to potentially soften the blow. Toland meanwhile is just tired, it has been a long week for him in assessing the fallout. Kalinia is the only one yet to chime in with her 2 cents on this barely functioning small talks.
Unable to take this awkward, and failed in serving its purpose, tip-toeing any longer, Kalinia inhaled deep and stare straight into Nyx. The Grey Serpent saw tears of frustration and betrayal within her eyes pooling clearly despite the dimming light of flame that serves as their sole source of illumination.
“… He is a coward.”
“…” Nyx eyes lit up an ember of rage, but she held it back on the account that Kalinia is her sister-in-arms. They had fought together, so there was nothing wrong with giving her the benefit of the doubt and chance to elaborate.
“Your Młynar is a fucking coward Nyx!” She stood up and starts walking back and forth while a hand of her has been gripping the sword sheathed on her hips. Her other hand on her hair, tousling it with clear irritation and anger. She sighed before continuing with her words.
“… We’re doing good Nyx… We saved villages… we protected travelers… and we even brought down some idiots. Then he just gave up… like that. Czcibor was furious as all hell… Toland wasn’t even smiling…”
“Get to the point already…”
“He has lost his way, ends up as nothing but nobody for what? It is not just what we did that he had forgotten. It’s also what we all had gone through; we were family you know? He discarding us like that hurts a lot of people.”
“…”
“What? Not gonna defend your prince charming? I thought for sure you got hooked up with his dick or something while worshipping every steps he took…”
“…So even he break huh…? Ha…” Despite her words, Nyx smiled. Kalinia took it the wrong way.
“Why the fuck are you smiling? Is this funny to you?”
“Not really, no. It is just… you know… I thought I’m the only one with unhealthy obsession with him… turns out you guys are the same.” She let out a chuckle, before training her gaze on the Elafian.
“You guys had been propping him up like this infallible messiah, it is not that he can’t withstand the pressure; more like his nucleic family is just so precious to him. I’m not saying you guys deserve none of it, hell I’m probably the one that deserved him less…”
“Continue…” Toland finally spoke up and made his way to the fire, there was a glint of interest glimmered in his eyes. Kalinia was staring at the Pythian with incredulity, but decided to keep mum.
“I mean… you guys had forgotten what made our little gathering for fools worked… He wasn’t the only one, all of us pulled our own weight, but because you propped him up alone as this… Savior of Kazimierz… He has no one to confide and share the burden.” She turned her eyes to Kalinia.
“More damningly? It was you guys who worshipped every steps he took, not me.”
“We’re not…”
“Are you really? Then tell me, why did you always put his words first and foremost like some sort of gospel? Why you guys always attributed our achievement as a group solely on him? These are all fine and dandy if we have one or two ideas in mind. Propping someone becoming a Hero meant a hell lot of animosity.” Standing up on her feet, Nyx stretched her body while gazing at the sky.
“What was the idea or ideal of propping him up? Are we going to trigger civil war or some shit? His influence that he never wanted to grew without him because of this ambiguous goal of ours.”
“…”
“With fame came people who despise you. I can manage to somewhat hid myself, because I play all side without getting too deep in touch with them. Even my membership is the most unstable right?”
“…”
“What does he get for all this trouble? People gunning down on his ass while you guys are seen as mere accessories and being pretty much exempted. The reason why people rarely mess with me is also how I will always retaliate to those who slight me and those dear to me. Młynar is a complete opposite of what I am, despite what his countenance suggest.”
“You created this idea of Młynar Nearl as the Tenebrous Hero who will bring deliverance, but have you ever try to cover him for this unwanted fame…?” She turned her eyes to the Sarkaz man who smirked seeing the question she was about to ask him.
“You told me the day you guys met him, what was he again?”
“Heh… A man sitting under a tree, while also denying who he supposedly be, what does he do, and what were his actions meant to be… just a foolish young man that tried his best to help people.”
“Now that exact man made too many enemies. There is a limit on how many soft power we both can wield, me from blackm- um… favors, and him from personal prowess. Then despite me protecting them too, Młynar’s niece and cousin are on their way to glory and fame, that’s why…”
“… Time is running out…?” Kalinia added without being prompted to.
“Yeah…”
“So what now then? Disband ourselves?”
“Why? You guys had been doing great, so keep on doing what you guys are doing. Like I said, it was never about him… it was about all of you, or us if you truly considered me as one of you…”
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“Bahahahaha! Fuckin’ hell, imagine getting lectured by Nyx…”
“What’s that supposed to mean, you hornless bastard!?”
“Yeah thanks for the knock on my noggin’, metaphorically speaking, what a goddamn snake you’re…” Toland dust himself off from dirt, and starts moving away.
“The hell are you going at?”
“Calling everyone back, or what’s left anyway. You coming or nah?” he flicked his eyes towards Kalinia, the girl sighed before responding towards that invitation.
“… Well, guess I have no choice huh…” Kalinia just shook her head and stood up too, and before she left, she spoke her parting words and apology.
“… Sorry there Nyx.”
“Nah I don’t mind, I need to be more accommodating with a shitty girl like you after all.”
“Heh, tell me when you can finally reign in that bastard Pegasus… Actually no, he will be the one doing that on you.” Kalinia said without looking back anymore and walked away towards the Sarkaz in the distance.
“Yeah, yeah, go fuck yourself tramp.”
End of Flasback
Done with her reminiscing, she does nothing else for a good hour before deciding it’s time to leave and be on her way again. She has someone she needs to talk to after all. Her organizational commissions had already been done and dealt with, so it is a good time to skedaddle.
The Pythian made her way out of this cluttered but organized mess of a makeshift plaza and straight towards her ride. Tapping on her earpiece, Nyx spoke just loud enough for it transmit her words.
“How are things on your end, Conrad?” Her eyes and mental synapse are watching and grasping her surrounding carefully. So far nothing out of ordinary other than being seen like a wolf walking willy-nilly in a downtown.
[It is going as you had predicted my lady, these miners are truly stubborn. One wondered why they keep blaming Catastrophe Messengers that are only doing their assigned duty. My programming is incapable of computing this illogical situation.] Conrad informed her and its voice has a much better tone and expression, entirely flat no more.
“Stop trying to understand human too hard, I already tried it myself and end up exasperated more often than not. I mean, it was funny the first time it happened…” Nyx is looking ahead towards what can be surmised as the nomadic village’ town hall. It is a large vehicle akin to deep mining trucks back on her previous lives.
She retract her gaze and make her way to the outskirt.
Once there she can see the van, whom Conrad is inside, already waiting for her. Her bike strapped on the side like usual and she take one last look before entering the vehicle.
[Where to?] Conrad’s voice is now more expressive with clear intonation and tone. What’s more, the interface can finally move all around the vehicle much easier with detachable screen attached on a drone; courtesy of certain someone.
“Home of course… need to get there in time since Margaret will be joining the Army this winter from what I know…”
[END OF CHAPTER]
Author’s Note:
Yo there, this is me, myself, and I, the author who have returned from vacation.
My mental state is still ??? at the moment. Just know that if I didn’t update by the next week, I’m most likely suffering severe depression and its fun complementary.
That’s all and update? I don’t know…
Ciao
