Enter Icerra 9, 10, & 11
Post II of II
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Father Akame stepped lightly through the brightly colored autumn forest which was his home. Beside him, his newest companion, the young fenki Aramara. She had been staying with him for a few months now, already had grown acclimated to his home, and was progressing quickly through her studies. Today, thought the good priest, they would take a break from study and work and play a little game. He carried with him an ornately carved wooden case. She carried two ceramic mugs of hot tinga tea, sweetened with ruqua nectar.
They entered into a small clearing within the wood with three tree stumps lined neatly in a row. Father Akame sat the wooden case on the middle stump, he and the fenki took their seats across from each other. Aramara passed him his mug of tea, which he took from her with a bow of his head and sipped from gratefully. The autumn air was as crisp as the dry colored leaves beneath their feet, and the warmth of the tea was invigorating.
With a few clicks, Father Akame opened the case, revealing the game board and pieces. The board was a simple grid with strange symbols and characters arranged in each block. He explained to Aramara that these figures were ancient Dermorian symbols of natural features of the land, rivers, lakes, streams, forests, hills, mountains, valleys, and each came with its own benefits and drawbacks. The game pieces were two opposing sides, one dark, one light, carved out of ulbernaut ivory and deep onyx. The Father set the pieces on opposite sides of the board and clarified the rules to Aramara.
"You see, my child, the world is divided into such opposing forces. When such forces meet, one will be canceled out, such as the light cancels the dark, and the dark cancels the light. This is the domain of Xiosia, for she is Balance and Harmony. When one side completely cancels out the other, an imbalance is reached and the world will begin to unravel. Xiosia, in her infinite wisdom, keeps the world together by sewing in a new thread to replace the one that was lost. There is a time and a place for everything child, all things serve a purpose. When a force is removed from this world, it is never gone for long. Something new will rise up, take up the mantle, and continue in its name. Thus, the game will continue to be played, even after I have won."
He smiled as he took out Aramara's last piece on the board and winning the round. But Aramara was not smiling. She was looking at the board but it was clear to him her thoughts were on his words. He frowned and was about to offer another round when she quickly raised her eyes to him, her head tilted in that strange Enkidukai way. There was something unsettiling in her words, in the way she spoke, not as if asking a question, but as if making a declaration.
"Just as I will take up your mantle when you fall, Father."
With that, the young fenki began setting up her pieces for the next round.
* * *
Icerra walked aimlessly through the Death Realm for hours, her fingers nowhere to be found. She didn't understand it. She had done everything right, right? She had given the axe back to Miomai, had proven that it was the real Miomai. Why then would the Goddess Miomai served not at least reward her with her fingers back?
So she wandered, over scattered bones of abominable beasts, rusted walkways, fallen ruins, frequently taking breaks to stare out into the endless black expanse, waiting for her fingers to materialize out of the nothingness. But nothing ever came.
Her long and crooked path eventually lead her to the Citadel in the heart of the realm. Something called to her and she made her way inside the carved out temple. She paced back and forth along the cold marble steps of the cathedral until she had tired herself out. She dropped to her knees and for the first time in her life, fell into prayer.
When she awoke, Icerra felt a small weight around her neck. She looked down and found she was wearing a strange and eerie necklace about her, a thin chord of tefusang leather strung with six beads, the individual bones of her fingers.
Icerra laughed wildly, her laughter carrying through the dark halls of the citadel, echoed into the infinite obscurity beyond. The Lady in the Dark had rewarded her after all, had given her a sign, had called her into her service. They way for her was shown, her path illuminated. She found herself faced with the portal back to the living realm, her task waiting on the other side. Six souls. Dakkru demanded six souls for her fingers back.
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It was a quiet night in Gugrontid, and Zalya Alamor sat staring sleepily into the fireplace of the Stonehead Tavern. Not much business tonight, and at that she couldn't help but be pleased. She was still recovering from the injuries sustained from her former lover, Caraick. She had sent a note for him and was awaiting his arrival, but the warmth of the fire was calling her towards sleep. She wasn't aware of the lightfooted young kore who had entered the tavern and stood on the bench behind her, scoping her out. "You still hurt?"
Zalya yawned and sat up, rubbing her neck. She jumped at hearing Icerra's voice, turned around to look at her wide eyed. Her surprise faded as she realized who it was, the strange kore from the night before, who had come in, wrecked the place, and left. She caught her breath, "Godess, don't scare me like that!"
Icerra watched Zalya's reaction closely, studying how she moved, what state she was in. Her face revealed no hint of anything other than concentration.
Zalya wasn't in much better shape then the day before. Suddenly the pain of turning around so quickly kicked in. She grabbed at her ribs gently, and moaned, "No I'm still hurt. Thanks for your concern..."
Icerra stood motionless yet her eyes narrowed at the word 'concern'. A small grin tugged at the corners of her lips. She knelt down on the bench, placing her front paws down and leaning her face close to Zalya's, "Yes. I'm here to help you," she said in a voice approaching a whisper.
With a hint of uncertainty and fear on her face, Zalya looked at Icerra, "What?" she simply asked, trying to keep her expression straight.
Icerra sat back upright on her hind haunches, placing her hands on her hips. Her voice became louder, more cheerful, "I'm here to help you." Her right paw unbuckled the falchion off her hip and she held it before her, running her left middle and pointer fingers along its razor edge.
Zalya's fear became consideribly more visible, but Icerra took no notice. She tried to move backwards away from the young fenki and blade but the fire place blocked the way. She stuttered out "I- I'll be okay, just put that away..."
As Zalya scooted backwards, Icerra stood upright, her head tilting at the injured clamod's failed retreat. She raised the blade above her head and screamed loud enough, just in case Zalya didn't hear the first two times, "I'M HERE TO HELP YOU!"
Zalya merely screamed back in response, trying to curl up into a ball to protect herself, but her wounds don't allow her to get vary far. Icerra brought her arm and falchion down in a practiced arc, leading with her hips, she struck for Zalya's neck. Zalya's flailing arms do little to protect her. The blade digs deep into her throat.
A voice sounded behind her as she followed through her blow, "Is there a reason why you have a weapon drawn while you look at Zalya, Icerra?" The voice was Herihi's, and yes, there was a reason, she wanted her dead.
At that moment, Caraick walked in, staff in one paw, and Zalya's note in the other. He paused at seeing the curious scene, however.
Herihi shouted, "Back of Icerra! Or I'll turn you into char!"
Zalya's screams turned to a desperate gargling as she started to fade into the Death Realm.
Caraick let the note drift from his paw to the floor. He stepped nearer, his staff point beginning to snap and crackle loudly with energy, "Icerra, back!"
Icerra turned to see the two approaching, her blade dripping with Zalya's blood, without hesitation, she took off for the door.
"What have you done Icerra!" Herihi shouted after her.
Caraick raised his staff, as though to try and heal Zalya, but her body faded far too fast for his scope of skill. He glanced over at Icerra as she ran past him, then back to Herihi, eyes narrowing. Icerra made it through the door and into the inky black of night.
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Kelan was a sweet natured Dermorian, who had a habit of having no real direction. He also had the misfortune of getting tangled up like a ball of yarn between two demented fenkis. He rounded the corner into the plaza, from who knows where. From out of the dark shadows of night, Icerra lightly stepped up behind him, "Hey."
She turned her head as if conflicted by something, her past affection for this elf in conflict with her actions in the immediate future, "Kelan... err..."
Kelan turned, surprised to see Icerra again after their two previous encounters, "Icerra ?"
Icerra's body tensed up at her name and she gulped, "Kelan... do you like me?"
Kelan was unsure how to act, "eh.... Icerra,.....why? You never act around me like a friend!"
Icerra stood with her paws clenched in fists, her head turned facing the ground beside her, her inner conflict made apparent by the glisten in her eyes, "I want... I want you to like me Kelan... I want to help you... I want to save you."
"Puhh, I can understand that you want me to like you. But how do you want to help me? and I didn't know I was unsafe," said Kelan, growing visibly worried.
Her voice grown weak, quiet, Icerra met Kelan's eyes, "The same way Miomai saved me."
"Miomai saved you?" Kelan repeated slowly. He gulped, "Why and how?"
Icerra clenched her paws into fists again. She opens her left paw and stared at it briefly. Lifting her head to scan the area around them, she spotted Mariana nearby in the plaza. She turned back to Kelan and asked in a near whisper, "Can we go to someplace... quiet?"
Kelan looked around confused, "Eh, OK Icerra," but didn't really want to leave the plaza. Such was the nature of the Dermorian.
"Come on" she ordered almost begrudgingly. She turned and walked away, head hung low, shoulders tight, fists clenched, dragging her feet.
She lead him around the buildings outlining the plaza to a grove of trees at the back of the Laanx Cathedral. She stopped among the trees and looked around, it was quiet, dark, "Here."
Kelan looked around and nodded, "Yes, alone and quiet."
Icerra gulped, still looking tense, unsure. She looked Kelan in the eyes, "You know Dakkru?"
Kelan inhaled deeply, "Yes, I know Dakkru, but I don't like to be around there"
Tears began to fill Icerra's eyes, but she shut them and quickly and turned her head to hide her hurt from Kelan. After she overcame the pain she continued, "Miomai sent me there... she saved me..." She raised her left paw to play with the finger bones strung about her neck, "Now I'm supposed ta save people... I need ta send people to Dakkru." Suddenly, she met Kelan's eyes with a frozen stare, "You will go to her for me?"
Kelan stepped back in a bit of panic, "I don't want to go there. Icerra why...?"
Icerra's body tensed again as she buried her past emotions for this elf. Her right paw unbuckled the falchion from her hip, unable to bring herself to look at Kelan, "Please... Kelan... please don't make this hard."
Kelan raised his arms to try to protect himself. His voice grew raspy, "No, you said you want me to be your friend, don't do this," he begged and stepped back again.
Running the first two fingers of her left paw along the falchions razor edge, Icerra stepped forward in time with his step back, "It'll only hurt for a bit... then... then you won't feel a thing... and when ya come back.... you'll be my friend" she said as if convincing herself as well. She suddenly met Kelan's eyes and charged at him, holding the falchion tight at her side, the tip of her blade aimed for his gut.
Kelan quickly took another stepped back, turned and tried to run away, but stumbled over a stone and fell to the ground. Icerra stopped herself short as Kelan dodged and used her crouching position to leap behind Kelan where he fell, wrapping her left arm around his front and placing her falchion's edge at his throat. Out of breath, Kelan shivered "Icerra, please don't...." but he was not able to say more.
Icerra tried to calm him down, "Shhh..." she whispered softly, "ain't nuthin' ta fear." She kissed the top of his head and with a quick pull of her arm sliced open his throat.
Kelan's eyes opened wide. The only sound in the night was the wind blowing cold and his death rattle. Icerra stood over Kelan as he lay dying. One of the finger bones on her necklace vanished. She raised her left paw, which had all of its fingers, and smiled.
* * *
Sacho sat across from Mariana, patiently listening, as he is prone to do. She was talking to him and Qile of a grave situation witch had just recently arisen. Aramara's younger sister, Icerra, was ruthlessly killing people. Her first victim was a patient of his, Zalya, who was already severely injured. When she appeared back from the Death Realm, her state was no better. As Mariana spoke, a small shadow silhouette appeared in the tavern's entrance door. A young fenki in breastplate and horned helm, Icerra. "I have been looking for you Icerra."
"And there's the woman of the hour. Many people have been looking for this one," Qile agreed.
Icerra walked out of the late afternoon heat into the coolness of the tavern, glancing at all the enki about with a mild shrug. She turned to Sacho and cooly asks, "You want sum'n'?"
At the table across from him, Mariana turned her head and flicked her ears towards Icerra. She arched a brow at the fenki curiously and turned her torso in her chair to get a clearer view of the her. "Hello, Icerra," she said in greeting.
Speaking softly, yet more firmly then normal, Sacho answered, "Yes, I do, but am I pleased I didn't find you as quickly as I had wished."
Icerra stood with her paws hanging at her hips, left pinky and ring finger held stiff and unmoving. Her eyes narrowed at Sacho, not sure if she was supposed to take his words as a threat, "What's that 'sposedta mean?"
"Many things, Icerra. Still, let's allow Mariana and this other fenki finish speaking first."
Always keen, Mariana's eyes shifted to Icerra's immobile fingers with curiosity, observing their position and posture. She raised a soft brow at the fenki, keeping her gaze locked on the mentioned members, "Is something wrong with your paw, Icerra?"
Icerra looked down at her left paw and back to Mariana. She answered with confidence, "Not fer long."
Sacho showed little reaction if any. Icerra had walked into a tavern full of stoics. With a polite nod to him, Qile finished, "Name's Qile, and I've said all I need to, tabei . Thank you."
Sacho looked to Qile for a moment. "Nice to met you, Qile. If you haven't heard before I am Sacho."
Icerra's eyes shifted between Mariana and Qile, waiting to see what else they had to say. Mariana arched a brow. She raised her paw and beckoned to Icerra. "May I take a look?" She asked, smiling gently.
Icerra considered Mariana through narrowed eyes for a moment, shrugged and walked forward, offering her paw for the familiar fenki to examine. Sacho too shifted his eyes over to focus on Icerra's paw. Qile moved to leave the table, and Icerra looked her up and down as Mariana took her paw. She was sizing her up.
Mariana gently slipped her gauntlets off and took a soft hold of Icerra's paw. She ran her thumb over Icerra's pinkie and ring finger curiously, feeling for breakages. She looked up at Icerra as she worked, then back down at the paw, moving to bend the different ligaments and assess the amount of damage. Sacho continued to watch this as he spoke to Icerra. "May I ask what happened to your paw?"
Icerra's left paw had nothing visibly wrong with it. In fact, the fingers were only missing in her mind. Happily too, because the first joint of each had grown back. She didn't seem to notice Mariana's touch until she reached her bottom knuckle of her pinky. She glanced at Sacho, "Easy... Miomai cut my fingers off."
"And why would she do that?"
Still inspecting, curious, unsure, Mariana held the paw up and slowly brought her fingers down, interlocking them with Icerra's. "Mm," she said, as if she was already aware of this fact, "But I see your fingers now, Icerra. They're re-attached. Are you saying you cannot see them?"
Icerra answered Sacho first, "Cuz I had her axe." She turned to Mariana, her eyes widen a bit at her statement, she countered as if informing Mariana of the truth, "They's comin' back, but they ain't all there."
Mariana shook her head from side to side and said with utter certainty, "No, Icerra." She took a gentle hold of her pinkie between her thumb and index finger, wiggling it a bit, "They're there. Right here. I can see them right now."
Icerra stared at Mariana's fingers, wondering why she's pantomiming wiggling a finger that was not there. "Yer crazy" is all she had to say.
Then, Sacho spoke up, "Icerra what line of work are you in?"
Mariana slowly let her eyes rove over towards Sacho, a worried expression on her face. She released Icerra's paw and made no more attempts to drag the poor kore back to reality. Sacho noticed Mariana's glance, "You can see how I thought there may be a connection."
Icerra stood a bit upright, proud, and answered Sacho, not paying much attention to the glances he exchanged with Mariana, "I save people."
Mariana shook her head. Her eyes seemed to state that she'd like to talk about things later, and she moved them skyward and back, indicating the roof of the tavern. She turned her head back to Icerra. "I think maybe you've convinced yourself..." she started, then paused, surprised into silence by Icerra's statement.
Sacho's expression changes slightly as if he was suppressing some emotion. "And how do you go about doing that?"
Icerra smiled eagerly at Sacho, happy to have the opportunity to demonstrate and gain another piece of herself, "I'll show ya!" Her right paw began unbuckling the falchion from her hip.
Mariana narrows her eyes slightly. "You really shouldn't draw weapons in the city, Icerra. The guards don't appreciate it." Not that Icerra cared what the guards appreciated.
Sacho's left paw went quickly down to the left saber on his belt. "Why don't we speak a bit more before you show me."
Icerra withdrew her weapon, running the middle and forefinger of her left paw down its razor edge, smiling at her reflection in the blade. She frowned at Sacho but obliged to his request and buckled the weapon back on her hip. Sacho's paw remained on his saber for the time being. "So you kill people. Would you mind explain how that helps them?"
Mariana turned her head to Icerra, her paw curled casually around the metal holder of the candle, the fingers angled inwards. The tiny flame that danced on the wick seems to be moving somewhat erratically, though she showed no interest in it nor any sign that she is intentionally doing this. Her focus was on Icerra.
"Err... cuz I show them the truth, that their ain't nuthin' to be afraid of," She answered Sacho half truthfully. The full truth was, she wasn't helping anyone but herself.
"You do know that I am a healer, correct? I would like to know how having a person's ribs broken helps them or shows them anything but pain?" Sacho asked, his temper beginning to show.
Icerra tilted her head and looked at Sacho incredulously, "I ain't broke nobody's ribs."
"Did you not kill a fenki by the name of Zalya, who currently is a patient of mine?"
Mariana kept her paw locked around the candle. "When you killed Zalya, Icerra, you sent her to the death realm. She experienced more harm than recovery, and is still struggling with a nearly crushed ribcage. Your actions didn't help her, you see. You've hurt her, and it's been extraordinarily difficult to mend." She flicked her eyes to Sacho and subtly shakes her head, then brings her gaze back to Icerra. Strangely, her expression holds a soft concern, and the candle flame dies down before it ignites again.
Sacho watched Icerra carefully as she frowned and scratched her helm, "Too bad. She didn't accept Dakkru's help."
"Don't ever do that again to her, Icerra," Sacho spoke coldly.
Mariana, upon hearing Icerra's flippant reply, seemed to grow a bit colder as well towards the fenki. Her fingers moved to tighten around the base of the candle, "Not all will follow your belief in Dakkru, Icerra. You cannot force it upon them, and you most CERTAINLY cannot kill them for it."
Icerra tilted her head at the two sitting before her and wondered, "who are these enki to tell ME what to do," but, astonishingly, she kept it to herself.
Suddenly, Mariana rose from her chair and moved around Icerra, circling her in quick precise motions, "What do you admire most about a person, Icerra? Is it power? Fearlessness? Courage? Are these the traits you wish to possess, to impose?" She brought herself to a stop behind the fenki, arms dangling in a loose fashion at her sides, yet strangely in a way that made them seem to be at the ready for something. Sacho, in response, repositioned himself in his chair as to get ready to stand, watching Mariana and Icerra carefully.
Icerra turned to face Mariana, a smile tugging at her lips as she watched her grow in emotion, "I don't know whatchoo talkin' 'bout" she said with smile fully formed.
Mariana kept her visage oddly and eerily impassive. She dragged an armored foot across the wooden floor, one plate-steel toe scuffing the worn surface with the fluid motion. "There is a line between right and wrong, Icerra. You must learn to filter through that line. You must learn that what you believe is right, may not always be right. Now I ask again. What is it you admire most....power? And what is it you want to eradicate within others....is it fear?"
Icerra looked down at the line, back up to Mariana, and back down at the line again, her face now drawn tight. She pointed down at where the imaginary line is on the floor and answered, "That."
Sacho silently stood and moved behind Icerra. Mariana shook her head in a very imperceptible way, a signal meant only for Sacho. "You want to eradicate the difference, the line between black and white, the space between what is right and what is wrong. Is that it, Icerra? Is that what you're saying you want?"
Sacho made no reaction to Mariana's signal, as Icerra's eyes wander about in thought, missing the gesture completely. Finally she arrived at a conclusion and nodded her head, "Yeah. That's right."
Mariana turned suddenly on her heel. "Come with me, please, Icerra," she said to the fenki, glancing over her shoulder, "If you would be so kind, to the arena, with me. Will you do that?"
"Uhh, uh huh."
Sacho glanced over at Qile, who was now in the corner speaking with Myaj for a moment and then to Mariana. "Don't kill her Mariana. There would be no point in that at the present."
Mariana simply smirked in response to Sacho, and moved towards the Arena.
Icerra followed her out of the tavern, down the steps and into the plaza. Maybe it was her focus and determination that kept Mariana from noticing Aramara standing by the smithy, but Icerra couldn't miss her sister for the world. She shouted her name upon seeing her, "Ara!"
Aramara was with an old, hobbled menki who Icerra had never seen before. She didn't pause to wonder who this menki might be nor whether or not her sister was successful in finding Miomo, instead Icerra shoved past the ancient menki without much regard and wrapped her arms tightly around her sister. The old enkidukol fell backwards and nearly lost his balance. "Hey, mind your manners child."
Aramara was taken by surprise by Icerra, "Oh!" but laughed and returned the hug, "Hello sis, it's good to see you!"
Leans on his cane, the old enkidukol peered at the two fenki in an embrace for a few moment before realizing another fenki had approached. He turned and smiled at her, "There are more enkidukai in Hydlaa than in Ojaveda it seems."
Icerra held on tightly to her sister before letting go, taking a step back and looking at her, "I gotta go, Mariana wants ta kill me."
Aramara smiled at the grey menki but quickly became concerned by her sister's words, "What? Why? Where is she?"
"Family troubles? This reminds me of one time when my sister-in-law got into some problems..." the menki began recounting one of his many stories.
From behind, Sacho walked up to Aramara. "Icerra has been killing a number of people lately. At least one of them became very injured from those actions." he informed her.
Icerra turned her head at the old menki and gave him a curious once over. Upon hearing Sacho she shot him an icy glare. Sacho simply returned a warm friendly smile. Aramara turned to look at Sacho behind her, still reeling from Icerra's words, she blinked and turned back towards her sister, "This can't be... this is too soon."
The old menki spoke up, "A murderous sister? You know what they do to murderers, don't you?" he balanced on his two feet and pointed his cane at the crystal, "You get a one-way pterosaur trip right up there."
Icerra laughed with joy at the thought. The grey enkidukol put his cane back down to rest on it again. Aramara took a deep breath in and exhaled slowly, she glanced at the hobbled menki and nodded. "I don't plan on letting that happen" she said to him while pulling a large ancient tome from her bag of holding.
Icerra's eyes grew wide at the book in her sister's paws. "What's that?" she asked with fear in her voice, "Magicks?"
"What are you going to do about it? The Octarchy can be difficult to persuade otherwise, especially if there is evidence. This reminds me of one time when Poya and I went before a magistrate on a land dispute..." the old menki began to rattle off again.
Sacho raised an eye brow at Icerra's reaction. By this time, Mariana had noticed Icerra hadn't made it to the arena and came back to look for her. She moved up quietly and folded her arms across her chest in a casual motion. She rocked back on her heels and let her eyes move over those gathered, lingering on the old menki, as he was a bit novel.
A fanciful dressed groffel had approached Aramara with a notice, but she ignored it as she thumbed through the pages of the ancient tome. She stopped about halfway through and raised her eyes towards her sister, "I'm sorry Icerra, but this has to be done."
She lowered her eyes again and read from the tome, "Peri Mentalis Dura Neonatum!"
Mariana peered at the tome in Aramara's paws curiously, her fingers tap-tapping at her bracers in a sort of tic. She glanced questioningly at Sacho, then back at the akkaio as she spoke the strange words.
An orb of azure light appeared around Icerra and she screamed franticly as it collapsed around her skull. It dissipated and her eyes rolled back into her head. She collapsed into a furry, armored heap on the ground, motionless save for her breathing.
* * *
Aramara carefully made her way into the burnt out shell that was Kada-El's tavern. It had been several months since the crystal had gone dark, and the air was frigid cold. She had seen the waters of the Great Sea boiling and rising quickly, flooding the level of Land's End. Earthquakes and resulting landslides were common throughout the land, the rumbling, tremendous crashing of stalactites falling from the Dome replaced the once peaceful sounds of birds in the sky. The world around her was dying, and the reason, her younger sister, sat staring into the cold, empty fireplace below.
The air around her shimmered with heat, and the snow gathered on her shoulders and fur instantly sublimed into vapor, only to freeze and fall again elsewhere in the land. She bowed her head and prayed for the souls long trapped under the fallen charred timbers. "Mariana..." she thought to herself, "my dear friend, whatever drove you to such madness?"
She stepped over broken tables and chairs, trying not to disturb the silent peace of the dead, and carefully descended what was left of the stairs to the lower level. There she found her sister, in silent prayer to her Dark Goddess. "Hello Icerra."
Icerra addressed her without bothering to look, "Hello Sis... are you really here, or are you just messin' with my mind again?"
"I am exactly where I need to be."
Aramara had an infuriating habit of always speaking the truth and simultaneously never divulging wanted information. Icerra clenched her paws, a reminder that she was still missing her pinky, no matter how many people she had killed. "How many fingers do you have?" asked her sister in a half mocking tone, as if she could read her mind, feel the anger she was feeling.
"Shut up. It'll all be over soon Sis... and I'll show you I was right."
"You don't have to prove anything to me Icerra."
At this, Icerra hopped to her feet and quickly turned on her heel to face her sister, but Aramara had vanished. "It doesn't matter!" she screamed at the top of her lungs, "You can't escape it! I'll show you! I'll show you the Truth! This is all a dream! Only Dakkru is real!" Her voice echoed through the dead and blackened town, through shattered windows and incinerated beams, streets littered with rubble.
In the distance, the armies of the Dark Witch Miomai were making their final stand against the Dragon Travosh. Filled with determination, Icerra left the ruined tavern for the last time. Her pterosaur was waiting outside and she mounted, spurring him to flight. Flame and shadow scattered along the fields below. The battle was beginning. The dream was coming to an end.