Realm of Monsters

Chapter 192: Living Nightmare

Loh sat next to Strygs bed as the blue goblin slept. He had been injured horribly, even Elzri was amazed he had survived. Despite all the healing spells Elzri had casted over him, Strygs body was still recovering. 

Sweat dripped off his body and soaked into the blankets. Loh had already changed the wet towel on his forehead several times, but his fever did not seem to be receding. She was grimly reminded of when Stryg had fallen last year during his Duels Class final exam.

Loh glanced at the half dozen bottles and vials on the nightstand. The towns resident red mage had come in earlier and brought several magical tonics for when Stryg awakened. Loh wondered if she should give him one now.

She glanced out the window, the suns light was already fading on the horizon. The moon flew high in the night sky, gone was last nights blood-red face, the moon's bright silver sheen had returned.

This years Festival of the Gods was over, not that Loh had even bothered walking through the river town during the festivities. Loh had been preoccupied. She looked away from the window and back at Stryg.

Why had the frost wolves kept Stryg safe? If it hadnt been for them he would have drowned in the Dire River. Those wolves werent supposed to be friendly, the bestiaries classified them as very dangerous. And since when could they talk? Loh had never read any text mentioning that particular ability.

In either case, it still didnt make any sense why they spared Strygs life or hers. More importantly, how did the alpha frost wolf know about Stryg? Her apprentice had never mentioned meeting any frost wolves while growing up, in fact, if he was to be believed, last summer was the first time Stryg had seen a frost wolf.

So why did the frost wolves care so much for Stryg?

Loh clenched her fists and bit her bottom lip.

Could it actually have to do with Lunae? After all, Stryg said the frost wolves were the moon goddess harbingers. But if the ebon gods were real, then wasnt Stryg supposed to be some kind of bad omen? Why would Lunae send her frost wolves to save him?

Loh shook her head.

No, what was she even thinking? The ebon gods werent real, they couldnt be. She refused to believe that everyones lives were dictated by some four invisible beings floating in the sky. There had to be some logical explanation for all of this. She just had to figure out what it was.

Loh stared at Strygs sleeping face with curiosity.

...Who are you, Stryg? she whispered.

Please, dont a soft mumble escaped Strygs lips.

Her eyes widened, Stryg?

She reached out and gently placed her hand on his shoulder.

Please, dont

Loh furrowed her brow, the words were the same. He had mumbled the same exact words when he had been unconscious after his fall last year.

Stryg grimaced, his body tensed with discomfort.

Please, dont leave me

Stryg, can you hear me? Its okay, Im here, Loh whispered soothingly.

His eyelids shot open, his wide pupils constricted into thin slits. Loh jumped back in surprise.

A puzzled look crossed his face, ...Master?

She sighed, her tense muscles relaxed with relief. 

Youre awake, she smiled.

Stryg looked around the small room, his eyes darting everywhere.

W-where am I? he asked weakly.

Youre in a room we commandeered at a tavern, second floor. Were in one of the river towns near Widows Crag.

Stryg sat up and grimaced with pain. He staggered and fell back.

Careful, your body is still healing. You shouldnt move around a lot, you need to rest, she said sympathetically.

He groaned, Ugh, what happened? Why are we here?

She swallowed the lump in her throat, Um Your classmates and you were escorting a few human families across Dusk Valley. But when you reached Widows Crag you were ambushed by the Cairn Valley Tribe. My own squad suffered heavy casualties as well. In the end, we were able to save a few of the students, including you, but the families you were escorting all died.

Died?

Strygs eyes widened, memories of last night flooded back to him. 

He sat up in a flash of shock, Clypeus! Clypeus

Stryg slowly turned to Loh, tears forming at the corner of his bloodshot eyes. D-did he?

He let the question fall into silence, unable to finish his words of fear.

Loh licked her lips and nodded, ...Clypeus Gale was reported to have perished in the defense of his comrades. Guards were sent out to recover his body, they should be back soon.

Strygs blue face paled, his lips trembled, and his pupils widened until only the faintest lilac ring could be seen at the edge of the irises. 

Uh... uh... uh he gasped in short mutterings.

Stryg, Loh grabbed his hand. ...Its not your fault. I I-

He pulled his hand away and bent over with clenched teeth. He gripped his chest tight, his claws dug through the bandages and opened the wounds underneath.

Stryg, stop! Youre hurting yourself! Loh threw her arms around him and held him tight.

He screamed, a hoarse voice escaped his throat with a shrieking sound of pain and agony. He rocked back and forth and cried with a wretched dissonance.

Tears slipped down Lohs cheeks. She knew. She knew this was the result of her choice. The true immensity of her failure.

Im sorry. Im so sorry, she whispered over and over.

Loh held him close, his anguished cries reverberated through the walls. A bitter howl echoed in the far-off distance. She looked up with suspicious dread. To her relief, the moon was still its usual silver.

Loh sighed quietly. She was just being paranoid. Last nights red moon was a coincidence, it had to be. Because if it wasnt She dreaded imagining the possibilities.

...Ill kill them, Cly. The ones responsible. All of them Marek the Cairn... theyll all pay, his voice grew cold with the sting of hatred.

Stryg, I know how you feel, but-

Ill kill each and every single one of those bastards, he snarled through tears and spit.

The bottles on the nightstand began to tremble.

Um, Stryg

He laughed with derision, There will be no children left to spread the stories of the horror I will inflict on their people.

Small droplets rose within the bottles and vibrated.

Strygs laugh turned to unhinged rage as his body shook uncontrollably, And Marek. I will leave him for last, he will see his people scream out for help, but there will be none! I swear to you, Cly, they will all DIE!

The bottles shattered, their fluids spilled over the nightstand and dripped to the floor. The room grew quiet. The rage in his voice crumbled into soft whimpers.

Stryg? Loh hesitantly touched his back.

...Its all my fault, he cried with a broken voice. You told me I couldnt handle the exam on my own. You told me to listen but I didnt. I led my friends to the wrong cliff Cly is dead because of me.

Lohs hands trembled, ...Stryg, this isnt your fault. You dont understand. I should have done more. I should have nev-

A scream of anguish echoed from downstairs. His ears twitched.

Nora, he mumbled.

Stryg pulled away from Loh and stumbled to his feet.

Wait, dont go down there, she called out.

Her voice fell on deaf ears. Stryg pushed the door open and limped past the dark empty hall. He gripped onto the stair railings and hopped down the steps. He stumbled every few steps, but he didnt stop and kept walking.

Stryg reached the final step and froze.

Several people stood in the bar. Nora was on the floor, crying over Clypeus body. The vampires pale complexion hadnt changed much, he seemed almost asleep. But the dried blood on his lips and the large dark red stain on his shirt were unmistakable. 

None of it seemed real to Stryg. It was as if he was in a horrible nightmare, begging to wake up. 

Clypeus twin short swords laid next to him. Those two bloodied blades made the grim reality sink in. The memories of the battle against Marek drowned Strygs mind.

Clypeus was gone.

Nora caught sight of Stryg from the corner of her eye.

She glared at him, Clypeus should have run away with us! Why did you stop me? WHY!?

Stryg was at a loss for words. What could he say that would make any of this right?

Nora stood up and marched over to him. Tell me, Stryg!

Kegrog wrapped his burly arms around her small frame and held her back.

Nora screamed, Tell me, Stryg! Tell me!

Nora fell to her knees and cried, Why did he have to die?

Stryg trembled, a large lump in his throat, ...I

He turned and ran. His legs spasmed with pain, but he didnt care. He pushed open the taverns front doors and fled from the tavern. His bare feet slammed into the dirt street with painful steps as he ran. The cool night air blew away his burning tears.

His leg suddenly cramped. His ankle twisted, and he tripped, and fell face-first into the dirt. His jaw slammed into the ground, one of the sharp canine teeth sliced into his inner cheek.

Stryg rolled over and spat out a glob of blood and saliva. Pain wracked his body, he could hardly breathe.

He didnt bother trying to get up. He simply lay on the dirt. 

Where would he go? Where could he hide that would shelter him from the pain in his chest?

He stared up at the silver moon hanging in the night sky.

Blood Fangs Mothers were right about him. He really was a bad omen.

Lohs face came into view and blocked his sight of the moon.

There you are, it took me a while to find you, she grinned half-heartedly.

Stryg frowned, she was resting on a crutch. He looked down and finally noticed her leg, it was bandaged and in a splint.

What happened to your leg? he asked.

Itll heal. More importantly, you shouldnt run off like that, people around here arent the nicest to strangers, especially to hybrids and goblins. You being both definitely doesnt help.

Time to get up. She threw him a handkerchief, Use that to clean your face.

Stryg blinked, he hadn't even noticed. He pushed himself to his feet and wiped the snot, blood, and tears from his face.

Goblins arent supposed to cry, it's a sign of weakness, he mumbled.

It seemed fitting, he supposed. He couldnt save anyone.

Loh shook her head, Youre wrong, crying is a sign that you care. You cared greatly for Clypeus, there is no shame in that.

Stryg stayed quiet and clenched the handkerchief tight.

Loh wrapped her free arm around his shoulder, I know it hurts... But you arent alone in this. Im here with you and I promise, Im not going anywhere.

Mm, Stryg mumbled glumly.

Lohs face trembled, her eyes watered, and her expression seemed as if it was about to break. She took a deep breath and forced a strained smile, ...Now come on, I dont know about you, but Im starving. Help your weak, old master back to the tavern.

Stryg reluctantly nodded, ...Master?

What is it?

You may be old, but you're not weak.

I was joking, she chuckled bitterly.

Oh That makes sense, you know youre strong.

She wrinkled her nose, What exactly do you consider old?

Anyone past 30. Most goblins in Blood Fang never made it that far.

Well, for your information the rest of the Realm considers drow my age to be very young, practically teenagers. Do you see any wrinkles on this gorgeous face, huh? I think not.

...How do I face Nora? How do I face any of them? he mumbled quietly.

Loh sighed, You dont have to, not right now. Everyones emotions are running high. Its best if we stay away from Nora and the others for a while. Ill have our food brought to our rooms. Once youve had some time to rest, there are some things we should talk about.

As they walked back to the tavern Stryg caught several familiar scents wafting from a nearby building.

What is that place? he pointed.

Lohs face turned grim, The towns garrison. Why?

I smell someone who shouldnt be in that place, he walked off.

Stryg, wait, where are you going?!

I have to know, he muttered. Why is that lamia here?

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