He should have known, really – every time he got even slightly closer to getting to the bottom of this mess, some complication sprang up to hamper his progress. It was uncanny. He was half-tempted to conclude the (as of yet unconfirmed) third time-traveler was messing with him, but he would have expected something far more decisive than a pack of war trolls if that were the case.
…and now that he thought about it, it was kind of scary how radically his perspective must have shifted during the last year if he started considering troll war bands a nuisance rather than an existential threat.
[Not this again,] the aranea matriarch complained telepathically. [How do those things keep finding us? I had the whole web warded against divinations and everything…]
Zorian filed in the back of his mind the fact that this wasn’t the first time the matriarch encountered the war trolls, but at the moment he didn’t really have enough time to consider that little tidbit in any appreciable detail. He exchanged a knowing look with Kael, and then they both turned around and started running in the direction they came from. Zorian motioned for the aranea to follow after them, and received a thought of assent from the matriarch in turn.
[We can’t outrun them,] the matriarch noted as they ran. [Especially us aranea – aside from short bursts of speed, we’re actually a lot slower than humans.]
[It’s fine,] Zorian thought, certain that the aranea would pick up on it. [Me and Kael prepared a couple of surprises for pursuers behind us. They should slow the trolls down enough for us to reach the surface.]
[Ah. An insurance against me in case the talks turned sour?] the matriarch surmised. [You hid it well from my surface scans. I would have been caught totally off-guard if I had truly planned to double-cross you. Then again, I don’t think I could have caught up to you if you decided to run anyway, so it was mostly a wasted effort. Or would have been, had there been no war trolls.]
[Information on aranea running speed is a tad hard to come by in human books,] Zorian thought irritably, slowing down to let the aranea overtake him. They were just about to pass the first trap and he didn’t want to seal the aranea on the other side of the forcefield along with the trolls. [Can’t you use your mind magic to pacify those things?]
The war trolls rounded a corner in a tightly-packed mass of green flesh, howling like lunatics and waving their huge swords and maces around like they were twigs, but Zorian was ready at that point. He sent a pulse of mana into the pair of nearby cubes covered with sigils and a sheet of force sealed the corridor. It wouldn’t last long if a bunch of trolls kept beating at it, but he never counted on it being an insurmountable obstacle in the first place.
[Sadly, whomever is controlling them has learned to shield their minds against us after the first few conflicts,] the matriarch said. [It’s not foolproof, but we won’t be able to pick their defenses apart before they smash us into pulp.]
There was a terrible racket behind them, and Zorian chanced a glance back to the barrier to see what was happening. The sight that greeted him brought a pleased smile to his lips – the trolls had apparently failed to arrest their momentum properly and ended up crashing head-first in the barrier. Probably because the relatively narrow corridor didn’t allow the trolls to advance in a single line and the ones in the back didn’t let the ones in the front break up the mad charge. Or maybe they just didn’t recognize the forcefield for what it is? No matter, the point was that they were currently all tangled on the floor in a great big confused mass, and would take some time to reorganize. That should give them enough of a lead to escape cleanly, even with the slowpoke aranea weighting them down.
Just to make sure he activated the next two barrier traps as well, but the two cubes holding explosive traps he simply scooped up and took with him. They were weapons of desperation, truth be told, and he wasn’t sure if he could activate them without blowing himself up along with the target. Besides, he was pretty sure they didn’t have enough power to seriously damage a troll, being designed to handle much squishier targets.
Zorian was worried about how they were going to smuggle a trio of giant spiders past the entrance guards, but he needn’t have worried – the aranea seemed to be able to edit other people’s senses in real time, effectively erasing their presence to the victim. Zorian had to admit he hadn’t thought the aranea’s mind magic was quite so… subtle. It would appear he was still taking them far too lightly.
But anyway, they were back on surface and totally safe. Huh. He hadn’t expected the whole thing to end so… favorably. When he realized a pack of trolls was coming after them, he fully expected he was heading for an early restart. It seemed good things did happen to good people occasionally. Still, as happy as he was at his current fortune, his talk with the aranea wasn’t finished yet, so the four of them quickly relocated themselves in a deserted alley to continue their conversation.
“We should be safe enough to talk here,” the matriarch said in her magically- assisted voice. “I can’t sense the presence of any minds that don’t belong here. Not even those blasted cranium rats.”
“The what?” asked Zorian.
“Another psychic creature we’ve recently come to share this city with,” the matriarch groused. “They look much like regular rats, except the top of their head looks like it has been sawn off, leaving their brains visible.”
“Oh,” Zorian said. “I actually saw something like that once, back in my original live-through of this month. I never went down that street in any of the subsequent restarts, though.”
“Probably for the best,” the matriarch said. “It is likely they are working for the invasion forces. They only appeared recently and the trolls started harassing us when we tried to exterminate them.”
“Are the rats intelligent?” asked Kael. “You seem to be implying they’re some kind of spies, yes?”
“They are psychic, like us,” the matriarch said. “Their minds are telepathically linked to one another, forming a collective intelligence. Individually, they are little more than particularly cunning rats, but the more of them group together, the smarter they get. And the stronger their telepathic abilities become. They’re small enough to get anywhere and the death of any particular rat is inconsequential. Each one acts as a relay for the full power and intelligence of the entire swarm. They’re almost perfect spies, better than even us aranea. As I said, we tried to get rid of them before they could muscle in on our territory… but we failed to account for the fact they weren’t working alone.”
“Crap,” Zorian said. “With those things running around the city, it’s no wonder the invaders are so well informed. They could be pulling information straight out of people’s minds without anybody realizing it. All they need is to find one person that is privy to sensitive information and whose mind is unprotected, and they can blow a hole in the whole system.”
“Yes,” the matriarch confirmed. “Aranea can do something similar, but not nearly to the same extent. We’re too big to move as freely through human settlements as cranium rats do, and our individual members are not as expendable as individual cranium rats. They can get into many places where we can’t, especially warded ones – giant spiders trip defensive wards in ways that a couple of funny-looking rats do not.”
Zorian frowned as he suddenly realized something. With these cranium rats on the loose in the city and working with the invaders, there was no way the invasion organizers remained ignorant of the time loop in every single restart. Zorian himself had not advertised his situation much, but Zach did. Sometimes very visibly and explicitly, if Zach hadn’t been speaking in hyperbole when Zorian talked to him. So whoever was controlling the cranium rats knew about Zach being a time traveler in at least some of the restarts… and never did anything about it. Zorian found that difficult to explain. Did they just refuse to believe what their agents on the ground were telling them? That sounded uncharacteristically sloppy considering how well the invaders seemed to be organized otherwise.
“An interesting point,” the matriarch said, breaking him out of his thoughts. “I’m beginning to understand why you’re so reluctant to deal openly with this Zach. But we’re getting distracted here, dancing around the real issue. You heard my offer, Zorian. I have been very generous about my information thus far, but I’m afraid I’m going to have to put my foot down now. I want a straight answer – will you let me send a memory packet through you or not?”
Zorian sighed. What a difficult question. He wanted – no, needed – what the matriarch was offering… but he really didn’t trust her with this. And really, how could he? Mind magic was only a hair’s breadth better than soul magic in terms of abuse potential, and that was only because mind magic had well- established counters whereas soul magic did not.
“You’re asking a lot,” Zorian complained.
“I offer a lot,” the matriarch countered. “And besides, I’m taking as big of a risk here as you do. I have no guarantee that you will actually track me down in each restart and alert me to the memories I stored inside your mind. What stops you from playing along for a few restarts, until you’ve gotten everything you wanted from me, and then meticulously avoiding contact with me for the rest of the time loop? Nothing. I have taken a leap of faith and decided to trust you. Is it so wrong to expect a similar commitment from you in turn?”
A short silence descended on the scene as Zorian digested her words in his head. He supposed there was some merit in what she was saying, though he wasn’t quite buying the idea that she was risking as much as he was. His risk was more final and immediate than hers.
Oh well. No pain, no gain.
“Fine,” he said. “I agree to your terms.”
- break -
“You are a braver man than I,” Kael told him as they slowly walked back to Imaya’s place.
Zorian absent-mindedly rubbed his forehead instead of giving him a proper answer. He didn’t feel noticeably different after the aranea was finished with the procedure, to be honest. Kael was worried about possible dormant command spells that the matriarch may have implanted along with the memory packet, but…
“I actually had a reason to think it might not be as dangerous as it sounded,” Zorian finally said.
“Oh?” Kael prompted.
“Yeah. I researched the limitation of mind magic before we went to talk to the matriarch, both the classical spellcasting type and the telepathic abilities of magical creatures known to use them. I even asked Ilsa and our combat magic instructor for advice. I probably made them really suspicious of what the hell I’m doing but whatever. Anyway, everyone seems to agree that even expert mind mages can’t just rewrite someone’s brain on a whim, or in a stealthy manner. It takes a great deal of time and you basically have to knock the victim unconscious or they will be fully aware of what you’re trying to do to them and fight it with everything they got – physically and mentally. If the matriarch tried to do something truly terrible to me, we would have known so quickly enough.”
“I’m not really sure I could have done much for you, even if I noticed the deal had gone bad,” Kael said. “I do have some modest combat skills, but I doubt they’d be enough to fight off three giant spiders that are all within jumping distance of me.”
“It doesn’t matter,” said Zorian, reaching into his pocket to retrieve one of his two unspent explosive cubes. He held the stone cube in his palm so Kael could see it. “All I had to do was send a pulse of mana into these and both me and the matriarch would have ended up in pieces. I very much doubt the matriarch could have incapacitated me faster than I can pulse my mana.”
“Suicide?” Kael asked, sounding surprised. He shook his head. “I stand by what I said. You are a braver man than I.”
“As Zach once told me, the time loop skews your perspective on dying,” said Zorian, putting the cube back in his pocket. Now that he thought about it, his impromptu security system reminded him of the similar system that protected Zach from the lich’s soul meld spell. He should probably start carrying something like this all the time, just in case. Something way lighter and less noticeable than two big stone cubes, though.
“It’s still possible she used something less comprehensive than a full personality rewrite on you, though,” Kael said after a few seconds.
“I know,” Zorian said. “But you heard what she said at the end. The memory packet should last for a year, at minimum. I plan to avoid the aranea in the next several restarts while I look for a way to examine my mind for such things. Even if the magical expertise is beyond me, I’m sure I can find an expert to hire so they can take a look at me.”
“Ah. Good idea,” Kael nodded. “Of course, that means it will be a while before you can question the matriarch again. She did say she wasn’t saying anything until you deliver the memories to her reborn self in the next restart.”
“An acceptable delay,” Zorian shrugged. It wasn’t like he had nothing to do while he waited, and Zach had indicated he would be spending the next several restarts in Cyoria as well. Hell, even in this particular restart he had to see what Haslush would do about the invasion and what Zorian could do to help him. If he ended up staying in Cyoria during the summer festival at all, that is. He wasn’t sure he wanted to do that, all things considered. “So… do you want to tell me your master plan for getting yourself into this time loop now or later?”
“Later,” Kael grumbled. “I haven’t even ironed out all the details in my head yet. Stupid spider and her big mandibles…”
“I’m pretty sure her speech didn’t involve mandibles in any way, actually,” Zorian said. “It was a pure sound illusion.”
“Really? Wasn’t my mind shield spell supposed to protect me from mind effects like illusions, even if they’re beneficial?” asked Kael, frowning in confusion.
“The matriarch’s spell wasn’t targeting your mind. It created actual sound waves,” said Zorian.
“But then it’s a sound spell, not an illusion no?” Kael stated more than asked.
“Officially, any spell that creates ‘fake’ scenery is an illusion, regardless of the means it uses to do so. Many illusions are made primarily out of actual light and sound, but they’re still illusions.”
“That’s… surprisingly imprecise,” Kael said.
“I understand it’s because a lot of actual structured spells from illusionary disciplines combine mental illusions with… well, let’s call them physical ones. Theoretically, you could separate the two into different categories, and many tried, but in the end the Eldemar mage guild decided to just admit defeat and lump them together.”
“How surprisingly practical of the Guild, then,” Kael said. “I guess even they get an attack of common sense from time to time.”
Zorian said nothing. He didn’t need empathy to deduce that his morlock companion had a bit of a grudge against the Guild for some reason. Personally, Zorian thought the mage guild was doing a pretty good job overall, but he wasn’t so impressed with them that he would defend them in front of others.
The rest of the walk passed in relative silence.
- break -
As the start of the summer festival approached, Zorian became more and more certain that Haslush wasn’t going to do much about the invasion. He’s wasn’t sure whether the man had decided Zorian’s ‘suspicions’ were merely a rumor or whether he was ordered to drop the issue, but he no longer seemed very interested in the whole matter. For Zorian, this was a sign that he should take Kirielle and get out of the city before the invasion starts – he had no interest in getting murdered by the invaders again, and even less in having Kirielle die alongside of him.
He would have to see whether he could talk Kael and Imaya into leaving with them.
But although the date was fast approaching, such problems weren’t a pressing concern yet. Currently, he just wanted to have something to eat and lie down a little. Kirithishli had given him some truly mind-numbing tasks to perform today, and he wasn’t in the mood for plotting. Conveniently, the moment he walked into the house he was assaulted by the smell of food wafting from the kitchen. Imaya’s insistence on keeping her informed of his comings and goings was somewhat annoying, but Zorian had to admit it was convenient how she timed her meals to match his and Kael’s schedule.
He entered the kitchen as was immediately tackled by Kirielle.
“Brother, I hurt my hand!” she wailed, waving her hand in front of his face. “Hurry, you have to heal it!”
Zorian snatched her wrist to stop her from moving her hand so much and inspected the ‘grievous injury’. It was a shallow cut – a scratch really – that would probably heal on its own by the end of the day. Out of the corner of his eyes he could see Imaya trying not to laugh.
Zorian suppressed the urge to sigh. He knew his family would make fun of him if they knew he was an empath, but he honestly didn’t expect Kirielle to descend to this level. She knew he wasn’t a healer, association between empathy and the healing arts notwithstanding. Though considering his excellent mana shaping skills, he would probably make a good healer with enough training… something to consider, at least.
Schooling his face into a serious expression, he slowly turned Kirielle’s ‘injured’ hand this way or that, pretending to study it in detail. Finally, after a thoughtful hum, he looked Kirielle straight in the eye.
“I’m afraid there’s nothing to be done, Miss. We will have to cut it off,” he concluded gravely. He then turned towards Kana, who was sitting at the table but studiously watching the entire exchange, and gave her a deep, meaningful look. “Fetch the saw.”
Kana nodded seriously at him and motioned to leave the table, only to get stopped by laughing Imaya who assured her that he was ‘just joking’. Zorian was pretty sure the little girl understood that all too well and was just playing along. Did they even have a saw in the house?
In any case, Kirielle wrenched her wrist out of his grasp at his declaration and pouted at him.
“Jerk,” she declared, sticking her tongue out at him.
The meal was a relatively quiet, except for occasional outburst from Kirielle. But that was Kirielle for you – she was a loud person by nature, though Zorian was pleased to say she did have calm periods from time to time. Mostly when she was reading or drawing. It still surprised him a little every time he saw her do that, since it seemed rather out of character for someone like Kirielle to be so absorbed into a book or a drawing. Doubly so because he knew from personal experience that mother and father didn’t think much of hobbies like that and tried to discourage them as much as possible.
After the meal, Zorian retreated back to his room, Kirielle following after him. Zorian didn’t feel in the mood to chase her off and let her, but she seemed to be in a fairly agreeable mood today and left him largely at peace. He was currently sitting cross-legged while practicing his shaping skills, while Kirielle was lying on her stomach and drawing something on the floor, a small pile of papers scattered around her. Eventually, though, her pen stopped moving and she spent the next several minutes nervously chewing on the tip of it. Zorian was versed well enough in her ticks by now to know his peace and quiet would end soon after.
“Zorian?” she suddenly asked.
“Yeah?” he sighed.
“Why do you study so hard?” she asked, giving him a curious look. “Even though nothing really matters in this time loop you’re stuck in, you still keep working all the time. Don’t you want to have fun from time to time?”
“You’re wrong,” Zorian said. “First of all, everything matters. You are what you do, and if I were start doing stupid things just because there is seemingly no consequence for them, those actions would eventually come to define me. Secondly… I actually find studying fun. Well, maybe not all of it, but you get the idea.” There was a short silence, but Kirielle seemed reluctant to continue the conversation, even though she clearly wanted to say something. Zorian decided to help her out. “Why do you ask? Is there something you would rather be doing?”
Kirielle’s eyes darted between him and the pile of drawings on the floor several times, before she finally reached a decision. She scooped up the papers into a neat stack and promptly plopped into Zorian’s lap.
“Can you look at my drawings and tell me what you think?” she asked excitedly.
Oh. Well that wasn’t too bad. He never paid much attention to her drawings, especially since she tended to hide them whenever he tried to get a better look, but from what he had glimpsed they were pretty good. Hell, he was feeling in a good mood so he wouldn’t even mock her… too… much…
Zorian watched and listened in silence and Kirielle animatedly showed off the fruits of her labor, explaining what the drawings represented. Not that she needed to do so, because the drawings were frighteningly realistic. She wasn’t just good – she was freaking amazing. Zorian could swear he was looking at drawings of a professional artist rather than some childish drawings of his little sister. One of the drawings was a very detailed scene of Cyoria’s cityscape that was so chock full of little details that Zorian was shocked Kirielle actually had the patience to put them down to paper, never mind draw them properly.
“Kirielle, those are absolutely amazing,” he said honestly. He had intended to make a few jabs at her skill at first, but he honestly couldn’t see anything remotely worth mocking in these. “Why on earth is mother not bragging to everyone about having a budding little artist for a daughter?”
Kirielle shifted uncomfortably in his lap. “Mother doesn’t approve of me drawing. She won’t buy me any supplies and she yells at me whenever she catches me doing that.”
Zorian gave her a baffled look. What? Why on earth would she do that? Mother was close-minded and status-obsessed, but not actively malicious or anything. He picked up Kirielle’s stack of drawings and leafed through it again, stopping at a very nice portrait of Byrn, the boy he and Kirielle interacted with on the train to Cyoria. Kirielle had never even seen the boy after that day, yet she was able to create a very faithful rendition of him, presumably by working from memory alone.
“Wait,” he said suddenly. “Is that why you keep stealing my notebooks and writing supplies?”
“Ah! I thought you didn’t even notice,” she admitted. “Since you never complained about it to mother. Thanks for that, by the way.”
Well, he never said anything because he thought mother wouldn’t do anything about it, even if she knew. But hey, all was well that ended well, and he certainly wasn’t going to tell Kirielle the truth and destroy whatever gratitude he just earned…
“What about the books, then? I suppose she disapproved of those too?” Zorian guessed.
“Yeah,” Kirielle said, clutching her drawings close to her chest. “She won’t buy me any. She says a lady shouldn’t waste time with such things.”
That he actually expected, truth be told. Mother didn’t like it when he spent his time reading, so he imagined she would be none too happy to see her darling daughter picking up such a hobby. Still didn’t explain why she didn’t want Kirielle to draw, though.
“Well, that’s mother for you,” said Zorian. She seemed to be getting rather upset, and Zorian could totally understand. It would appear her situation had more similarities to his own than he had ever dreamed about. “Don’t worry about it. It was the same with me at first. She’ll lay off once she sees she can’t bully you into submission.”
“It’s not the same!” Kirielle suddenly snapped at him.
“You don’t get it! It’s not the same because you’re away from home most of the year and she can’t do anything to you while you’re away! You and Daimen and Fortov are here, learning magic and doing whatever you want, and I’ll never get to do that!” She buried her head in Zorian’s chest, her tiny little finger digging painfully into his arms. “It’s not the same because I’m a girl…”
Zorian wrapped his arms around Kirielle, rocking her gently to calm her down while he digested what she was telling him. Finally, a realization hit him. Traditionalists in Cirin often held a view that educating female children was a waste of time and money. Hell, some of them even went against the law and refused to send their daughters into elementary school to learn how to read and write! It didn’t help that mage academies tended to be rather expensive, even lower quality ones…
“They aren’t going to send you to a mage academy…” Zorian concluded out loud.
Kirielle shook her head, her face still buried in his chest.
“They say I don’t need it,” she said, sniffing sadly. “They already have a marriage arranged for me for when I turn 15.”
“Well isn’t that nice for them,” said Zorian coldly. “You know what, Kiri? You’re right. It’s not the same. I had to defy mother and father all by myself… you, on the other hand, have me.”
Kirielle peeled her face from his chest and gave him a searching look.
“You never wanted to help me before,” she accused. “Every time I asked you to teach me magic you blew me off.”
“I didn’t know what you were dealing with,” Zorian shrugged. “I thought you were just impatient and didn’t want to waste my time on something you were going to learn in due time anyway. But rest assured, if mother and father don’t change their minds over the years, you will always have a teacher in me.”
She stared at him for a few seconds before she snatched one of his arms by the wrist and gripped it in an oath-making position.
“Promise?” she asked.
Zorian squeezed her hand tighter, eliciting a yelp from her.
“Promise,” he confirmed.
- break -
Two days before the summer festival, Kael finally laid out his plan to Zorian. It was a lot less concrete than the matriarch’s one, and basically involved talking to a number of individuals that Kael thought might know something about soul magic or time travel. None of them were in Cyoria, though, and would require Zorian to basically blow off school in order to travel across the country (and in some cases even across borders). The morlock also hinted that he knew a couple of individuals living in the Great Northern Forest, but he admitted it might be a bad idea to visit those until he could actually defend himself properly. Zorian memorized the names and locations, but it would be a while until he could visit any of them.
The end of the restart was totally uneventful – He, Kirielle, Kael and Kana boarded the train heading out of Cyoria on the night of the festival and spent the last remaining hours playing card games to pass the time. Imaya refused to go with them, which was fairly unsurprising, giving the suddenness of their request and the sketchy nature of their warnings.
And then, like always, Zorian woke up in Cirin, Kirielle wishing him a good morning. He didn’t take her with him this time, which turned out to be a good idea, as Zach did indeed come to class in that particular restart. The other time traveler tried to strike up a conversation with him, but Zorian was determined to avoid him and gave him a cold shoulder. After a few days, Zach seemed to admit defeat and gave up, but Zorian could see that the other boy was watching him way more closely than he did most people. Zorian’s freedom to act as he saw fit was consequently somewhat limited, and he mostly amused himself with honing his shaping skills, combat magic, divinations, and spell formula. Taiven was not informed of the ‘rumors’ behind giant telepathic spiders in the sewers, as he didn’t want to meet the matriarch just yet.
An entire restart passed in this fashion. And the next one. And the next. In total, it took six restarts before Zach to stop approaching him at the start of each restart and otherwise paying attention to him. Despite this, Zorian was pleased with what he had accomplished.
He had spent three of the six restarts learning from the ever-enthusiastic Nora Boole (the other three restarts were spent learning from Haslush) and had gotten skilled enough at spell formula to create a lighter, more inconspicuous version of his explosive suicide switch. It was still a cube, though a much smaller one made of a combination of wood and stone – he made two of them in each restart now and attached them to his key so they would appear as an ornament.
He had also found a mage specializing in mind magic and had him inspect his mind for implanted compulsions and other nasty surprises. Sadly, the man was rather baffled by the memory packet and couldn’t confirm it only contained memories. He did confirm, however, that it was currently dormant, and also that no other magical effect was currently active in his mind. If there was some kind of trap in the memory packet, it had yet to activate.
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