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Caleb gave Isavet some money so she could hitch a ride on a boat headed for
Saxony. It takes her a week to make it to the shore in the first place. The
men on the vessel pay her no mind. They don’t care that she is a woman, or
that she is traveling alone. It gives her time to think, and draw up plans
in her head. She is confident in her skills, but she still needs to make
sure that she does this smartly. If she waltzes into the enemy camp, and
starts trying to slaughter them all at once, they might lose a few men, but
they’ll figure it out, and swarm her before she can finish. She has to be
stealthy and methodical; still quick, but not hasty or sloppy.
Not too long into the journey, she sees something in the water that she
recognizes. When she was a little girl, her mother showed her and her
brother future world imagery. It explained that they were under a big dome
made of diamond, and that the sky itself was like these images, but grander
in scale. Her mother said that when you approach the walls, you can see the
illusion begin to break down a little, especially if you look at where it
meets the water. You will start to see the right angles that shouldn’t be
there. That’s what Isavet is seeing now. She realizes that they are passing
through a tunnel, and traveling to a new dome. The men on the boat don’t
seem to notice. They were made not to. She ignores it too. That is not the
point of the journey.
She makes it to Saxony. She knows who she’s after, but she doesn’t know
where they are. She begins to ask questions and follow trails, and after
another few weeks, she finds them. She’s hiding in the bushes now. She has
to watch first, and take note of their routines. Particularly, she is
looking for moments when they are most vulnerable, and when they peel off as
individuals. As she’s watching, she hears a twig snap behind her. She
unsheathes her sword, and swings it as she’s spinning around. She ends up
slicing right through Caleb’s spear, and quite nearly Caleb himself.
“Whoa, there! I’m on your side, remember?” Caleb questions.
“Hey!” one of the members of the Vargstoth clan cries. “Intruders!”
“We need to run,” Isavet tells Caleb. There’s no way they’re taking on an
army.
“We got you,” Caleb replies. He lifts his hand and gives the signal.
His warband raise their heads up from the brush, and run towards the enemy.
Isavet doesn’t understand. He said that they wouldn’t help. Why are they
here? She will have to think about that later, because the fight is on. She
turns back around, and runs forward. She starts killing the Vargstoth in
droves, but she doesn’t do it alone. After her, Hamarr takes down the most
Saxons. He’s laughing all the way; he loves this stuff. But everyone else is
very enthusiastic too. No one is holding back. Not all of them make it in
the end, but they’re not real anyway.
The fight doesn’t last long. Many of their opponents were not near enough to
their weapons, and none of them was expecting a fight fight. They have a lot
of experience raiding other camps, but little in being raided. They were
arrogant, and it got them killed. After the last enemy is dead, Isavet
catches her breath, as the others are checking for stragglers. Now that the
dust has literally settled, they can talk. “What are you doing here? You
said you wouldn’t help, and wouldn’t make an exception.”
“I meant it when I said it, but then I got to thinking about how vulnerable
you are,” Caleb replies. “Don’t worry about authenticity. I’m their leader.
I make the rules.”
Isavet continues to breathe, not knowing what to say. She starts with,
“thanks.”
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