The Last War (Book #9 of the Sage Saga) (20 page)

“Oh, they exist.”

“Sages are fairy tales told by my people. Maybe one of their grandparents released their eidolon or something similar long ago, and as a result it became a legend. I believe you that there are others out there that can release their eidolon. I’ve done it and so have you. But what I don’t believe is that they are a group of legendary warriors beyond my imagination, just waiting for the war to start so that they could swiftly end it. And most of all, I definitely don’t believe that they would want me on their side.”

“Why not?”

“You have an eidolon,” she said, nodding toward him. “And so you know some of the things it can do. Break down the composition of living things. Evaluate threats. Enhance your senses.”

“Yes, I know.”

“Then you had to have sensed my weakness.”

“I…” His face dropped. “You’re sick.”

“I am. But of the permanent kind. Had it since birth. It’s a miracle that I’m still alive today.”

“What is it?”

“No one knows. They’ve tried everything though. Nothing gets rid of it though. It’s like there’s a parasite inside of my body that’s eating me just slightly faster than my cells can heal it. Some days I feel okay, but most of the time I’m exhausted and cold. I sleep longer than any human being should and it’s hard for me to keep on weight. And that’s just the top of the mountain. There’s a whole host of problems on the climb down.”

“And yet, despite all of that, you were able to release your eidolon. Some would say that’s pretty impressive.”

“Or it shows just how easy it is for someone to do it if they put their mind to it.”

“You’re not giving yourself enough credit,” he said, crossing his arms. “Do you know anything about eidolons? Like the fact that it’s tied to your will? You wouldn’t be able to form one unless you have the willpower, and that says a lot about your state of mind. You may be in a lot of pain, but you’ve withstood the suffering. You’re not broken.”

“Not yet,” she replied, shutting the cabinets hard. She turned to face him and he tried his best not to pity her. He was sure she had seen plenty of that throughout her life.

“Believe it or not, you’re the first one I’ve found that I felt confident enough in extending an invitation to. You should be honored.”

“You have the wrong person.”

“Don’t you want to see Paragon? It’s more beautiful than you could ever dream of.”

“I’m sure.”

“Then why are you so reluctant to even think about my offer? Is it leaving family and friends that you’re worried about?”

“No, I hate this place, and Olivia would come with me if I asked her. I have family…but as far as I’m concerned, I have no family…if that makes sense.”

“Then what is it?”

“Up until now I’ve only had to take care of myself, and that’s taken up more than enough time. I train for fun, but it’s nothing serious. There is real danger out there, and I’m not afraid to die. I’ve been hand in hand with death since birth…but I am afraid of getting someone else killed. Because I can’t protect them.”

“The Sages can take care of themselves. And you saved my life today.”

“But that was against the hounds. You’re asking me to go out into the world, where Paragon and Cimmerian are on the brink of war, and I’m supposed to train with an outfit that will be on the frontlines. I can’t be depended on like that, and it’s not for lack of trying. I might be fighting side by side with you one day and all of a sudden, I faint. Could be due to exhaustion. Could be because my illness is acting up. But I could faint, and get killed. Or I’m not there to back up one of our teammates, or worse…a friend…or someone I fell in love with. No, I’d rather just—”

“—lay down and die?” he finished for her. Remi clenched her jaw and took a deep breath.

“That’s not how I see it.”

“But that’s what you’re doing. Doesn’t matter what way you say it. That’s what you’re doing.”

“I could be dead tomorrow.”

“You could have been dead on arrival. But you’re not. It doesn’t mean you won’t survive a year, but at least before you go, you could see what the worlds have to offer. I didn’t have to be here today, but I was. And you didn’t have to save my life, but you did. And now I’m offering you a chance to see Paragon. There’s no telling what you will see and experience, and it might even give you the strength and will to fight on for many more years to come. Here…living in this place…you know what you’re going to get. How many more years will it be before you just give up?”

Remi didn’t have an answer for him.

“Listen, I should really get some rest before I head back out. Especially if those hounds are still out there. When will the raid group be back?”

“Not tonight,” she whispered. Eckard was the one who had been bit in the throat, yet she felt like hers was on fire.

“Mind if I just lay here on this cot for a few hours? We could talk some more if you like.”

“Sure,” she whispered again. Without realizing it, she took the cot next to him and lay down as well. As soon as her head rested on her hands, she could feel her body relaxing. She had outdone herself.

“I haven’t convinced you of leaving yet, have I?” he asked.

“Not yet,” she said quietly.

“Well then, what do you want to know about Paragon? Maybe I can persuade you.”

“Everything,” she yawned. He smirked and started talking about all of the things he had seen.

She awoke a couple hours later—to the voices of Olivia and Eckard talking, and the stagnant musk of mold and wet boards. It must have rained recently. She pushed herself to a sitting position and they cut their conversation short. Eckard was still sitting on the cot next to her and Olivia was at the edge of Remi’s, swinging her legs back and forth.

“How long was I out?” Remi asked.

“Not too long,” Olivia replied. “You probably needed it.” Remi’s eyes fell on her friend’s legs, bandaged up and smelling like alkoote herbs.

“I’m so sorry,” Remi replied, realizing that she had forgotten all about treating her.

“Don’t worry about it. I’m a big girl.”

“Still,” she said, glancing over at Eckard. “Did I fall asleep while you were talking?”

“Nope. Before that.”

“So embarrassing,” she muttered, wiping a hand down her face.

“You didn’t miss much,” Olivia replied. “Eckard was just telling me about the trek here. There’s not a whole lot of people on Terra.”

“Ever since Paragon and Cimmerian came into play,” Eckard continued for her, clearing his throat, “there has been a great migration to one or the other. Some are looking for purpose. Others for adventure. Many seek protection or distance from their perceived enemies. Either way, it’s made my job a lot harder. That’s for sure. It seems like everyone’s already made their choice as far as where they’re staying.”

“Not Remi,” Olivia blurted out. “She’s been looking for a way to leave this place for years.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Olivia!” I yelled out. “I don’t want that to be known. Least of all to a stranger.”

“I’ve been trying to persuade her to come with me,” Eckard said. “But she’s unsure.”

“What’s holding you back?” Olivia asked her, but Remi just shook her head.

“I’d rather not talk about that right now.”

“I might as well continue with what we were talking about earlier,” Eckard replied. “I can tell you anything you want to know about Paragon.”

“Is there really a war going on?” Olivia asked. “Or is it things our parents say to scare us?”

“The threat of war is very real,” Eckard admitted. “But no one is making any moves that would set things off. There’s a lot of flexing of muscles, but not much more than that. Paragon and Cimmerian have a few systems in place in which they can gather up their armies and perform drills if they want without beginning the conflict. Once the war begins, it won’t be over until one side has won completely.”

“Any idea on who has the better chance of winning?”

“Probably Cimmerian,” Remi muttered and Olivia scowled at her.

“Why do you say that?”

“Because he wants me to train with the other Sages.”

“The Sages are real?!”

“They’re probably not what we think. Remember, I can take out an eidolon too.”

“But they might be able to do more than that,” Olivia said in awe. “What does Cimmerian have that would make them the winner?”

“It’s because they are better organized,” Eckard sighed. “As much as it pains me to admit it. We have the Sages, but there aren’t many of us. At least…not ones that are willing to put their lives on the line for Paragon. Also, Paragon’s government is—and this is just my opinion—I think they are underestimating Cimmerian’s forces. If you look at history, it usually only takes one man or woman to threaten all of society. Now imagine all of those people congregated in one place, exchanging notes and perfecting their strategy. If I had to guess, Cimmerian has a very good chance of winning.”

“In your opinion,” Olivia said, “when do you think the war’s going to start?”

“Hard to say. No one’s in a rush. Could be decades. Centuries. Who knows? Since the worlds collided, we all have immortality now. Well, from old age and all that.”

“Yes,” Remi replied. “That might be true, but violence, illness and everything else affects us as easily as it did in the past. I never knew the old world, but I know that people valued life the same way they do now, if not more so. Now do you get why I’m not so ready to just go to Paragon with you? I could be taking that away from someone. The life they cherish so much.”

“Sorry,” Eckard winced. “Maybe I didn’t say things the way I wanted to. What I was trying to say is that despite our immortality, this threat of war could mean the end of everyone. New births are at an all-time low and a prolonged conflict could destroy humanity as we know it. We could pursue peace and living in harmony, but some are willing to risk everything for their own gain. Both Paragon and Cimmerian are guilty of this in their own ways.”

“So they’re the same?” Olivia asked in disappointment.

“Oh, no. Not at all. I mean, I can’t say for sure what Cimmerian is like as I’ve never been there, but I’ve lived in Paragon and it’s magnificent. Wide valleys and lush fields, gentlemen and ladies, mutual understanding and new inventions. Sunshine and cozy homes. It’s beautiful.”

“You think that’s why Cimmerian wants to take it over?”

Eckard shrugged his shoulders. “I have no clue.”

“What if I wanted to go?” Olivia asked, and Remi looked at her in shock. She had never even considered the alternative—Olivia taking her place. Her friend had been her rock and had kept her from the brink of suicide many times throughout their preteens. And even more than that, Olivia had made her laugh when no one else could and kept her positive whenever her parents questioned her existence.

“I admire your spirit,” Eckard said. “But I can’t. I don’t know if you would be a good fit.”

She scowled at him. “You didn’t even give me a chance.”

“What can you do?”

“I work with heat,” she said, putting the palm of her hand on the cot. Immediately a thin vapor of smoke began to rise from the corner. Eckard watched carefully as the wood began to glow a deep dark red and then a small flame appeared. She took her hand away and the flame disappeared.

“You can control fire?” he asked and she shook her head.

“Not exactly. I raise the temperature within my own body to heat up any object I touch to any degree that I please. I could make a sword more deadly. I can free myself from any prison. I can keep a group warm in the middle of winter. I can be very useful.”

“What’s the hottest temperature you’ve reached?”

“I don’t know exactly, but I’ve never felt any limits. My body seems to be immune.”

Eckard thought to himself carefully. “I’ll have to consult with a few people, but I think I might be able to make a recommendation. You can’t release an eidolon, right?”

“No,” she mumbled.

“What does it matter?” Remi scoffed. She didn’t want her friend to leave, but she certainly wasn’t going to hold her back on her behalf. If she left, she would miss her, but at least she would find some solace in knowing that she was happy. “It sounds like she has very useful qualities. What does releasing a stupid sword from your chest matter?”

“Because it’s a symbol of one overpowering their will which is far more important than just having basic abilities.”

Olivia was taken aback. “Basic abilities?”

“Since the worlds collided, the atmosphere changed the way people can defend themselves.” He chose his words carefully, as if he was making sure he didn’t reveal too much. “Before…anyone had the ability to release an eidolon while now…it’s quite rare. I was a Sage before the Collision, so my ability to release an eidolon isn’t so impressive. You, however,” he paused to ensure that Remi was listening. “…you’ve done it afterwards. Basic abilities are just that. Powers that anyone can possess.”

“So there are people out there that can do what I do?” Olivia asked.

“Probably. I haven’t seen it, but I definitely wouldn’t rule it out. It doesn’t mean I’m giving you a no though. We’ll just have to see.”

“Don’t listen to him,” Remi said to her friend. “Having an eidolon doesn’t mean a thing. And if the Sages are so focused on someone possessing one in order to join them, then they don’t deserve to win this war.”

“Maybe I should leave,” he said suddenly, and only Olivia was concerned.

“So you’ll come back and let me know what the answer is?” she asked.

“Definitely,” he said, giving her a smile. Remi noticed that he didn’t bother looking back at her. “You two take care. It shouldn’t be too long.”

He spun around and began walking away in one swift movement. Once his feet hit the dirt, they barely heard a thing. Olivia chuckled to herself.

“Well, he was cute.”

“You could go after him,” Remi replied.

Olivia shook her head. “He said I had to stay here.”

“But if you chase after him, he won’t be able to say no. Especially if you stay back and wait until he’s in trouble.”

“Or you could go,” Olivia replied. “You’re a better fighter than I am.”

“That’s debatable,” Remi sighed, closing her eyes. Though she had woken up just a little while ago, she could already feel the pull of slumber. She shouldn’t have shut her eyes, even for a moment. “Before I can think about going out there, I have to prepare my body a little more.”

“You’ve already been in training though. I’ve seen you practicing your sword techniques late at night.”

“I’ve worked on fighting, but not on surviving. I don’t know what it feels like to go hungry for days. I don’t know what it’s like to have to run for a long period of time because I’m being chased. I’ve never experienced true fear or seen real danger. That’s got to change.”

“So how many more years are you going to spend in preparation?” Olivia sighed.

“Just one,” Remi said, facing her friend with steady eyes. “That’s it. And whether I’m ready or not, I’ll leave. How does that sound?”

“Who says I’m coming with you?” Olivia scoffed.

“Of course you are!” Remi laughed, unsure if her friend was serious or not.

She gave Remi a smirk. “You assume too much.”

“You would really let me go out alone?”

“How about you show me what you can do a year from now and then we’ll talk. I don’t want to be responsible for you if something goes wrong. If we leave this place, I want us to be equals. I’m not trying to sound mean. I just think that’s how it should be.”

“I wouldn’t want it any other way. I don’t want to be left behind.” Remi walked away from her and took a few steps out of the building.

“Where are you going?” Olivia called after her, but Remi didn’t have a reply. She didn’t have time to chat. If she was being honest with herself, she wasn’t sure if a year was enough time, but she had to try. She realized that there had to be a point in which she should just throw preparation to the wind and go for her ambitions. Perfection was a good thing to strive for, but it certainly wasn’t attainable. She had to come to terms with that.

Deep down she knew she couldn’t go with Eckard simply because the truth was all too clear. No matter how much she trained her body, it would always be weak. All she could strengthen was her mind. And that…would have to be enough.