Read Ultimus Thesaurus: The last Treasure (Era of Change Book 1) Online
Authors: Maximilian Warden
“Bub, I give you an advice. I may be weak and sick, but holding a sword against a prisoner’s throat is something that I will always be able to do. We will see what happens when it happens. The treasure is somewhere on this island, and it is only a matter of time until we find it. And now you should sleep and hope that the morning brings betterment.”
One of the men was a big strong, but a little bit forgetful guy. He would often stand up to go out hunting, and a few seconds later he remembered that it was night and that he had already returned. It was the only entertainment that I had left while I tried to loosen my bonds. Unfortunately the crew would check them every morning before going on the hunt again. This time however, only one of the men returned. It was the forgetful one, who even after multiple questionings by the captain did not know where the other men were.
“We must leave the camp at once. If they have encountered our enemies, we might already be compromised,” said the captain while the man helped him up.
They cut off my bonds and made their way into the heart of the island. We passed through a small forest whose trees were at least ten meters high. It was very old, and even the ground was covered with all kinds of plants which were entirely foreign to me. Without a clear destination, it was difficult for us to move forward as the captain demanded us to change the direction every few meters; because he feared that someone could have seen or heard us. But I saw nothing and heard nothing except the moaning and groaning of the old Greybeard.
“Where are we going? It makes no sense to simply run away from nothing. Shouldn’t we just reconsider if this is truly necessary?” I asked the captain, but he had no interest in thinking.
“Quit your yapping and continue to run! I know exactly what to do. We walk as far as our feet will carry and then we wait. Should they find us, we’ll kill them all. This is the plan.”
It was ingenious and well thought out, but also naive and brutal. We were running around because we believed the words of a forgetful brute who very well could have simply forgotten where he was. More than likely nothing had happened to the other men, but the captain wanted to hear no more words from my mouth. We finally reached a small brook, which we followed up to its source. We sat at the tiny lake and they tied me up to a piece of wood again, this time a tree. The man supplied the captain with water and tried to stabilize him but the seizures of the old man got more and more severe. Soon he would probably fall into a coma once again, which is why I decided to push the captain even further.
“Did you hear that? Someone is coming. This must be the people from the woods! Fast, we must run” I cried and fidgeted wildly, and this time the captain got nervous.
His paranoia had made him vulnerable and I hoped that it would kill him before the next day. They cut off my bonds again and we ran as fast as we could. Every few meters I cried out again with spurious fear, suggesting that we were still closely trailed. Neither the forgetful man nor the captain thought even for a second that I could be lying to them, until we suddenly arrived at a glade. There we saw the other two men, rolling up the trophies and spoil of their hunting, and starring at us as we fell on our knees before them, completely exhausted.
“Everything ok with you? We were really worried. One of us had suddenly vanished,” said one of the men, while the dark eyes of the captain now met with mine.
“My sword! Immediately! Give me a sword!” he yelled like wild, while the saliva from his mouth surged in my direction.
I crawled back and leaned on a tree as the captain got closer with his sword in hand, putting it into the air to charge it with power. As if madness itself had possessed him, he ran at me, but before he reached me, he fell to the ground and was asleep again. The chase through the forest had cost him so much that he had hardly been able to stay awake. The sword from his hand fell just short of my right leg, and as the looks of the other men met me, I hastily cut my bonds with the blade and ran away. Their shouts followed me, but they soon abandoned pursuing me to look after their captain. It was not long until they would find me again, but I prayed to the gods that I could reach my friends before then.
I hid myself behind the trees, avoided any look back, and breathed slowly and controlled. The men who chased me were no trained warriors, also no scouts or knights, they were simple men, and still I feared them immensely. Because even the simplest of men, can kill you with a sword.
Because of my fear I had forgotten to take the sword, which I had used to cut my bonds, and now I was alone without any weapon. Every few minutes I heard the shouts of the pirates who tried to locate my position, but I did everything to ignore them. I climbed a tree, not up to the crown, but high enough to allow a general overview of my surroundings. In the darkness of the night it would be difficult for me to make out the pirates fast enough, but I also didn’t want to run away any longer. My plan was to spend the night on the tree and to find my friends on the next day.
What I however didn’t expect was that the forest began to disappear. Tree after tree sank into the soil and soon revealed my hiding place. I found myself in a clearing that was so big that it seemed like a giant plain. Only on the distant horizon could I still recognize individual trees that were quickly descending into the ground. The pirates, who were just as stunned as me, were standing only few meters away from me.
The biggest and strongest of them carried the captain on his back, and all of them came running into my direction. The ground began to change, and gradually opened itself to a gorge, which divided the plain evenly. One of the men tried to jump over to my side, but he fell down into the dark and disappeared. The moon was shining brightly in the sky and every single beam of light that he reflected began circling him faster and faster until he was transformed into the sun. However the sky was still dark, as if it was night and the rays of the sun only concentrated on the bottom of the gorge. It filled it with light and soon all of the plains were drenched in white light until my eyes could no longer sufficiently recognize the pirates.
As the light disappeared, I stood inside a house and it smelled of fresh cooked soup. The window was wide open and I could see the man, who I had already seen multiple times outside, in the garden. For the first time I could see his face that had many scars and appeared very old, although the man himself was young. He waved at me through the window and then worked on his small vegetable field. So I looked around and asked myself if this man was the reason for the magic on this island. Everything that happened here was not real, and slowly I began to doubt that we had ever even visited the island. Perhaps I was still trapped in the whirlpool.
“Who are you? Please come in!” I cried to the man, but he did not move an inch.
I saw the fireplace and the cooking pot and I heard the loud bubbling of the contents inside. Many things were lying around on the ground and it seemed as if he wasn’t the only person who lived in this house. The man entered, but he said nothing. He opened the pot and stirred its contents slowly but steadily, while looking at me from time to time with nothing but a smile on his face. With his right hand he signalled to me that I should get a bowl for him, and so he filled it with soup for the both us. We sat down and I tried to speak with the man, but he did not listen and ate with relish. The soup had no taste at all, and eating it didn’t fill me up in any way. I felt as if none of this even happened and it was as though all of this was just a dream.
“How do I get home?” I asked the man, and finally he seemed to respond.
He put away the bowl and got up to get a book. On it I saw just one number - the number one. It was the symbol of the treasure we searched. He took the book and threw it into the fire of the cooking place and took his soup bowl back to hand. He saw how the book went down into the flames and my attempts to get it out failed, because it seemed to not exist. He smiled while it completely burned away and the flames changed their colour every second. Red to blue, yellow to green until the flames suddenly grew and grew. They devoured the cooking pot and while I jumped up with fear and tried to get away, the man remained seated and ate his soup.
The fire was soon filling up the whole place, and only a small space in the corner was left for me. I stood there and watched the man, who waved at me again, and as soon as he had finished his meal he just stood up and left the burning house. As the door closed with a loud bang, I opened my eyes and found myself again on the tree that I had climbed.
It was only a dream, but the cry which escaped me, as I awoke, was not, and I was sure, that it had alerted the pirates. Just a few moments later they found me and took me back into custody. The captain was to my luck still not awake, but this time we set up our camp in the dark forest, which is why I feared that the paranoia of the old man could soon degenerate into violence. Too long had I messed with him and his sole motive to stay alive was seeing my death by the hand of Lucia who he thought had died when we wrecked the ship. He wanted to ensure that I receive my punishment before his own arrived and took his life. The first two days were normal, whereby the forgetful of the three was now my security guard. They put only little trust in him after he almost blew the group, but I savoured every second in which I could confuse him. Unfortunately they never let us alone longer than an hour at a time as they now took turns from the hunting and the guarding of me.
“We should release the captain from his suffering. This is a death that has no honour. He rots away while lying down in a bed; a real warrior should die by the sword. Don’t you think that he has suffered enough? He was lucky to survive our landing, but now his fate seems to have finally caught up with him,” I said, while one of the men gave me a little bit of water to drink.
Most people would die of a condition like that of the captain because they would suffer from starvation while they slowly slept away. But his followers trusted him too much, they thought, that he could help them leave this island.
“You should keep your mouth shut; otherwise we will shut it for you. The captain will wake up again then you will get the death that you deserve.”
Weeks passed and again and again the captain woke up from his sleep, only to sink away into it a few hours later. Heavy rain and dark clouds covered the island and hid away the light of the sun for the whole day. Still I had heard nothing from the others, until finally one of the men found a temple.
“It’s a huge building, situated in the middle of the mountain. I even saw some people and they danced around a big fire, like savages. Perhaps we should monitor them,” said the scout, while another man began to draw a map of the area.
Only the largest and the most stupid of them had no interest in the news, and cried out only when the captain awoke again.
“We will destroy them. They must have the treasure. My time is running out and if we don’t attack now, then I will die,” said the captain, who had heard the report of the scout.
“But if they are too many? How do you want to kill them all?” I asked haunted by hunger and thirst and rubbed my wrists on the harsh rope they bound me with.
The captain went up using all the energy he had left, and was soon supported by the biggest man: “They will burn in their beds. We will burn them all.”
We had a plan, three men, and self-drawn map on which I myself couldn’t make out anything at all. Our camp had been moved closer to the temple, which I still had not seen, but I could at least guess where it was, based on the location of the gigantic mountain in front of us. I was sure that the others had to be there and I hoped that I wouldn’t die with the pirates when the plan ultimately failed. The feverish dreams of the captain, his constantly growing paranoia and his hatred against me had driven him so far into insanity that he stopped thinking all together. The attack on this temple, without preparation or tools, was now his last attempt. I saw it in his eyes, the baring of his teeth, even when he tried to walk a few meters, while the big man supported him. I had liberated him from the normal world, but thus his will was broken. He had stopped being a pirate even before that day, but now he realized it himself. Back then it was a decision, but today it was the hard reality which he tried to fight.
The man who once was feared and known as a terror, honoured by those of his kind, fell now victim to simple wounds, and was forgotten, even before his last breath was taken. Not only his legacy was important to him it was much more the way with which he’d die. No vessel under his feet, no familiar sky over him and not even a trusting crew; they were just a bunch of men that had served him as a replacement. Perhaps this last path to the temple of the titans was symbolic for him, and maybe it was his way of leaving the world. He himself believed that we could win, but even if he wanted to see all of these people burn, so I knew nothing about his actual plan until the dawn of the fateful night.
“As our scout reported they pray all day at a large fire. We will use it to bring them closer to their gods. You both need to act quickly and unseen. The big one and I will follow as soon as possible. Take the prisoner with you. He will survive or act as a protective shield. We must succeed at any price,” he said and tried to swallow, which became more and more difficult for him.
His every action pointed to the fact that he would not survive this night, even if we’d be successful. The treasure that he sought was not there, because there was no knowledge of the world that was enough for him. His condition was beyond any rescue and I wanted to tell him so, but I also knew that it had made no difference. He had to try it, and in some ways it was human.
The two men trailed me behind them and I finally saw the valley that had been hidden by all the trees and shrubs, which had held me prisoner for so many weeks now. It was not a simple small village we saw here, also not just ten to twenty people, it had to have been hundreds, if not thousands. My first thought was how all these people could survive if Aton truly had spoken the truth. But maybe it was only after the arrival of the Sun King, that these people began to live on this island. Their houses were made of solid stone and their streets looked like the work of a true master. In the city there was no night, because the fire from pots and pans and torches lit the alleys and paths like the sun. No possibility to hide, and no reasonable chance of success. Even the men understood now that this way knew only one direction. We were closing in on the large fire, which had been built directly in front of the temple. Here they prayed to their gods and the flames danced wildly, uncontrolled and almost alive.