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Two days had now passed since the discovery of the secret beach cave. Since the mercenary Thakris' services were no longer required, she had packed her belongings and moved on. The eccentric necromancer Gith, too, had had her fill of the ancient shrine and had set off for new horizons. Zhakrid and Kyralis remained in Kryta, not far from the grotto this morning. It had been Zhakrid’s wish to stay in this place, but the time had come to depart.
Zhakrid was restless. She didn't know what to do with herself and felt as though she were being violently torn in two different directions. The taur had hoped that spending more time at the shrine would provide her with answers to her unanswered questions. But instead, she was tormented by even more questions.
"That blue glow just won’t leave me alone," she muttered. "I can’t even sleep anymore. It's always there. It's calling to me. I can feel it in my bones."
"Magic," concluded Kyralis. She gave Zhakrid a thoughtful sidelong glance as they trotted along the beach.
"Without a doubt. I am well-versed in magic myself and know some of its forms. Necromancy. Elemental magic. Illusion magic… Yet this was not a form with which I am familiar. It most closely resembled Guardian magic, as it originated in distant Elona."
"You've travelled far and wide. If you don’t know the answer, it's going to be difficult." Kyralis sighed. "The light haunts me in my dreams too. But it doesn't feel like as if it calling me. To me, it's just as if an annoying insect is pestering me. Simply a nuisance." Kyralis shook herself vigorously and her tail lashed out, as if she were really in the process of shooing away a stubborn fly. "But, anyway. It's time to finally set off, don't you think?"
But there was no reply from Zhakrid. It was only when Kyralis turned round that she realised Zhakrid had stopped right at the edge of the ocean and was gazing wistfully into the distance. Kyralis stepped up beside her companion. She too remained silent, for she knew: at that moment, Zhakrid wanted to bid farewell to the place that meant so much to her. Kyralis even accepted it without complaint as the seawater wet her paws. Even though she couldn't stand water at all.
It happened in that very moment. The two taurs flinched, their bodies tensing in pain. An invisible death grip wrapped itself around their necks. First Zhakrid, then Kyralis, crashed to the ground. Their sense of time slipped away, and with it the colours of this world and the sound of the ocean. Then everything went pitch black.
Neither of them could say for certain how long they had been asleep. When they woke up, the sun was already high in the sky. The pain had vanished, but the drowsiness still plagued both their bodies.
"Bloody hell!" Kyralis tried to sit up, but her body simply refused to obey her. Even the simplest movements failed her, as if an invisible force were holding her down to the ground. It was only when she cursed for the third time in a row that she realised her misfortune: her upper body was still her own, but her lower half was no longer there. She no longer had legs; instead, a fish's tail now adorned her torso. "Witchcraft!" cursed Kyralis.
"To be honest, I find it quite amusing," giggled Zhakrid. She, too, had not been spared by the phenomenon. Fascinated, she gazed at her fish-like tail. It had no scales, but was covered in the same fur and had the same colouring as the rest of her body. Just like Kyralis, Zhakrid’s legs had also vanished completely. She had become a slender figure who seemed able to dart through the waves like a snake through tall grass. Instead of her normal clothes, the curse had bestowed new robes upon her and Kyralis.
"This is the worst possible time for jokes!" barked Kyralis. "What do we do now? Are we supposed to stay like this? We can't possibly be seen like this!" Kyralis crawled laboriously across the floor on her stomach. She could barely move. "It's a living nightmare! How on earth do we get out of here?"
Zhakrid's grimace crumbled and a look of thoughtfulness spread across her face. Kyralis was right. It was pointless. They would rot here before help arrived. And even then, there was no guarantee that anyone could help them. They would probably even be put on display in some sort of zoo as an attraction. No,
in this form, there was only one place in the world for them…
>>>Back to part 9<<<
Drawn for me by Ariakey: https://ariakey.carrd.co/
Zhakrid was restless. She didn't know what to do with herself and felt as though she were being violently torn in two different directions. The taur had hoped that spending more time at the shrine would provide her with answers to her unanswered questions. But instead, she was tormented by even more questions.
"That blue glow just won’t leave me alone," she muttered. "I can’t even sleep anymore. It's always there. It's calling to me. I can feel it in my bones."
"Magic," concluded Kyralis. She gave Zhakrid a thoughtful sidelong glance as they trotted along the beach.
"Without a doubt. I am well-versed in magic myself and know some of its forms. Necromancy. Elemental magic. Illusion magic… Yet this was not a form with which I am familiar. It most closely resembled Guardian magic, as it originated in distant Elona."
"You've travelled far and wide. If you don’t know the answer, it's going to be difficult." Kyralis sighed. "The light haunts me in my dreams too. But it doesn't feel like as if it calling me. To me, it's just as if an annoying insect is pestering me. Simply a nuisance." Kyralis shook herself vigorously and her tail lashed out, as if she were really in the process of shooing away a stubborn fly. "But, anyway. It's time to finally set off, don't you think?"
But there was no reply from Zhakrid. It was only when Kyralis turned round that she realised Zhakrid had stopped right at the edge of the ocean and was gazing wistfully into the distance. Kyralis stepped up beside her companion. She too remained silent, for she knew: at that moment, Zhakrid wanted to bid farewell to the place that meant so much to her. Kyralis even accepted it without complaint as the seawater wet her paws. Even though she couldn't stand water at all.
It happened in that very moment. The two taurs flinched, their bodies tensing in pain. An invisible death grip wrapped itself around their necks. First Zhakrid, then Kyralis, crashed to the ground. Their sense of time slipped away, and with it the colours of this world and the sound of the ocean. Then everything went pitch black.
Neither of them could say for certain how long they had been asleep. When they woke up, the sun was already high in the sky. The pain had vanished, but the drowsiness still plagued both their bodies.
"Bloody hell!" Kyralis tried to sit up, but her body simply refused to obey her. Even the simplest movements failed her, as if an invisible force were holding her down to the ground. It was only when she cursed for the third time in a row that she realised her misfortune: her upper body was still her own, but her lower half was no longer there. She no longer had legs; instead, a fish's tail now adorned her torso. "Witchcraft!" cursed Kyralis.
"To be honest, I find it quite amusing," giggled Zhakrid. She, too, had not been spared by the phenomenon. Fascinated, she gazed at her fish-like tail. It had no scales, but was covered in the same fur and had the same colouring as the rest of her body. Just like Kyralis, Zhakrid’s legs had also vanished completely. She had become a slender figure who seemed able to dart through the waves like a snake through tall grass. Instead of her normal clothes, the curse had bestowed new robes upon her and Kyralis.
"This is the worst possible time for jokes!" barked Kyralis. "What do we do now? Are we supposed to stay like this? We can't possibly be seen like this!" Kyralis crawled laboriously across the floor on her stomach. She could barely move. "It's a living nightmare! How on earth do we get out of here?"
Zhakrid's grimace crumbled and a look of thoughtfulness spread across her face. Kyralis was right. It was pointless. They would rot here before help arrived. And even then, there was no guarantee that anyone could help them. They would probably even be put on display in some sort of zoo as an attraction. No,
in this form, there was only one place in the world for them…
>>>Back to part 9<<<
Drawn for me by Ariakey: https://ariakey.carrd.co/
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