Neltor was the next to regain consciousness, and as he looked around he saw that he was in a gloomy room. One doctor sat beside the bed he lay in, while as he looked around he saw that Elorn had another doctor beside him. He gazed on to view three doctors around Fikar. He kept looking around to see four others talking over Nero. As he stared on he saw laying on bed next to him Dazanra.

The doctor standing next to him turned around and said in glee “Good morning, and now I would like to know about the conflict last night. It seems to have been quite hectic, as you had all been knocked out in that battle, last night. So what happened?”

Neltor stared at him dully, he was thinking, so confused. As he thought, he wondered what else had happened. He kept looking at the doctor. He thought hard and started remembering fragments of the event last night. As he put the puzzle together he realized that one of the doctors was taking a knife out and preparing to cause a homicidal wound to Nero.

He yelled in rage as he lunged out of the bed and slammed the doctor off balance. The doctor spun around to slit Neltor’s neck but Neltor was fully awake now and stole the knife from the doctor’s hand and positioned himself beside the wall. As he did so one of the doctors focused.

Neltor soul bonded with Elorn, Elorn received the message, Elorn stirred, the Lorn shot a ray of energy at Neltor, Neltor dodged the ray, the ray chased him, he tackled the doctor, who then lost concentration. The other doctors lurched at Neltor, who dived for the door.

Neltor broke down the door as Elorn jumped up reflexively, and both ran for the exit, leaving the deadly doctors in disarray.

The doctors then turned their attention back on Nero, as one of them held a dagger and prepared to strike. The twins realized that they had to save him, and rushed back, causing disruptions, while Fikar struck from behind, knocking the doctors into chaos. The next moment, the doctors saw one of their number being held hostage on the far wall, with the blade of a knife pressed against her neck by Neltor.

Neltor commanded: “Free Nero, heal Fikar, and keep Dazanra unconscious. Any disobedience will have the consequence of me killing my captive. Understood?”

The doctors mumbled in a low hum the word “yes... ”

As they prepared to get up Neltor yelled “Crawl!... line up here!”

As they crawled over to him like slaves he ordered “Stand up, one at a time, and look at the wall opposing me!”

As they followed the orders Neltor looked for a secondary vein, and when he saw one he would pull their heads back to slice it against the sharp blade of the knife. When they were done that he ordered “Put out your arms one at a time!”

As the doctors did this in an orderly fashion he disabled their muscles with slices to their muscles. As he did this he told them with authority “Lay down and face the ground!" As they did so, he kneeled down and put the female doctor’s throat just above the knife as it slithered through their legs’ muscles.

Neltor then yelled “Bandage your wounds but don’t go near the runes!”

As they did this he cut the hostage’s muscles and her secondary vein, as she was capable of using magic. He threw her to the floor and told her to follow the others. As she scurried after the others, Neltor went to the rune cabinet and collected some runes to add to his rune sack.

As he looked down the rows of flasks, he found one that was labeled `multiplier`, and he also took 2 boxes labeled `energy tonics`. He walked over to Elorn and slowly poured one portion down his throat, remembering when Elorn had gotten gravely ill some time ago and Neltor had to create a mush to feed him for the twelve days. He picked Elorn up and set him in a soft bed.

After doing this he walked towards Nero and Fikar and gave them a portion also.

He then marched to Dazanra and raised Dazanra’s head. He slit Dazanra’s vein and followed it with the disabling of his muscles.

Neltor walked to the door and pulled it up, as he poured the multiplier rune on the cracks of the wood, and as he hoped, the liquid cloned itself into wood. The door sealed, Neltor walked by the group of doctors and looked at them laying there with bandages over their wounds. He picked up a bar lock and carried it over to the door, when he reached the door he put the sturdy bar on the lock holders. He went and sat down on a bed and thought.

As he sat on the bed he looked at the knife and wondered where the doctors had put all the weaponry. As he gazed about he noticed that one of the doctors was sliding towards a drawer, he immediately shot up and hollered out for the doctor to stop. As he reached the drawer and opened it, he saw all the weaponry and two encyclopedias pilled on top of each other. He turned to the doctor and hissed “Go into the corner nearest to the group and stay there!”as the doctor obeyed the order, Neltor ripped off the bandages on the doctor and threw them on the vulnerable wounds. Neltor then waited on the bed with the inventory.

He sat there watching the doctors, thinking of them like savages, planning to murder those they mend. As he thought he heard a bed mat rustle against the dry hay. He looked dully at Elorn and gave a grin as Elorn looked about confusingly at the surroundings that were only vividly written into his mind. Neltor walked over to Elorn and sat down on the mat, he had a large explanation to tell.

“Elorn...These people tried to kill us...I have my reasons...I can’t explain it all...You have to trust me...They’re dangerous...Nero will know what to do...”

Elorn looked at Neltor and looked around himself to see his setting again, to let it sink in. Elorn lay down and moaned in exhaustion “I’m going to take a rest...” Neltor walked over to give Nero another energy tonic.

He was tired...He had a headache...He was confused...his memories were fuzzy...he couldn’t remember what he had just been doing...he began to remember the alphabet...he started to remember how to move...he began to remember his vocabulary...He visioned an odd looking creature...he thought ‘fiend’...he visioned a fikos...he wondered why he thought `Fikar`...then everything started to flow, his memories waved in...he had regained his conscious. Nero had awoken...

Neltor got up and yelled at the doctors. “Now you have three people watching you!”

The doctors looked over with a grim face and lay on an area they had swept clean with bandages. Nero looked about and saw Dazanra, he expressionlessly asked “Did you kill him?”

Neltor replied with the same tone “No, I just took away any threat he held. I acted as I saw fit, but now you can take control.”

Nero gazed around, as he caught sight of a doctor, he took off his mask and stared at the doctor, mesmerizing the doctor in trauma.

He got up, broke the bondage but engulfed the doctor in fear of what he might do to the doctor. He stood their for a moment and lazily told Neltor, “We should sneak off this boat in one of their smaller crafts. We’ll take Dazanra with us. The doctors can stay here, by time they mend their wounds and escape we’ll be gone,” and with that Nero strode to the cabinet and set a muffler rune at the door. “There...”

Overboard Edit

They had waited until night fall, once sounds from the deck had been quiet for a while. Then they put the doctors in an oblivious state of mind by giving them a slight overdose of pain killers. Nero cut a door way out from the wall, allowing the brothers to drag him to an emergency escape boat. Nero took Fikar with him on a medical bed with wheels and a shelf with Nero’s chosen flasks and runes. The twins hurried along while Nero, with his bird eyes continuously avoiding any deep cracks, chose the smoothest path for Fikar. As the twins eagerly followed Nero’s instructions on how to reach the emergency deck, which he had studied. Nero kept his ears alert to every unusual sound, he tuned out the ocean waves and the large oars and focused on anything like foot steps.

The hundred meters they traveled (which took two minutes) seemed to have taken an hour, but they were still safe.

Nero silently told the twins to set Dazanra in the boat after setting it in midair, as they did that he sawed off the legs of the hospital’s stolen bed and laid it in the side pouch of the boat, his eyes evaluated the condition of the small craft, its bottom support rail was a young and well-furnished plank of oak and would snap of age before it would rot from the salt of the ocean water. The side paneling had an old furnish that needed to be done again, but it was still above minimal requirements. The paddles were locked securely in their sockets, only a tiny gap in-between the boat and the paddle and a pale was in the boat to empty it of any water that entered it.

It passed his evaluation and he set Fikar in its emergency patient pouch. The twins sat in the boat and got comfortable, but Nero told them to grip the bars tightly and for them to sit on Dazanra. He knew he had the most difficult part to play in this split second occurrence and focused. The boat was secured by thick ropes, one folding the bow. He took his katana and swiped one loose, the twins realized what was going on and adrenaline pumped their veins even faster, strengthening the grip they held. Nero slashed all but the center rope, each cut rope tensing the twins’ muscles, he lunged his katana at the rope and with a single movement locked it in-between the paddle and the boat while gripping his bar, the boat plummeting the entire time, falling several meters down, into the ocean, the boat fell faster and faster and the twins began to lift up from their place on Dazanra, holding on to the boat upside down. Fikar pressed against the pouch, Dazanra was less fortunate and flew up into the air.

Nero’s katana sliced through the paddle wood and the paddle flew up with Dazanra. Nero began to lose grip and was burrowing his claws into the wood when the boat dashed through the water and filled the gasping mouths of the twins, but Nero had foreknowledge on what to do and let go, swimming to the surface, breathed in only to be pushed back down into the water by a corpse, Nero gasped in shock, but he had to focus on containing his instinctive reflex to direct a flow of energy towards what had hit him by surprise. Then as fast as he had been pushed down, he was pushed up.

The twins had focused by then and swam up, only to have their feet kick the raising boat, then Elorn hit his head on Nero. The boat came up, flipped from the weight of the water and held the twins captive, Nero grabbed their feet and detached them. Fikar had breathed little and lay in the pouch still, but his squeezed lungs had filled with water and he now had pneumonia too. Nero hurriedly flipped the boat back to its original direction of facing and spoke what he thought “Elorn, drain the water! Fast!,”Elorn quickly obeyed, “Ok, Neltor, can you do CPR?”

Neltor looked at Nero with a puzzled look. Nero understood that Neltor didn’t now what CPR was and told Neltor, “Blow into Fikar’s lungs and keep on doing that with the rhythm of my pushing.”

Neltor frowned, but followed Nero’s odd orders, Nero pushed on his heart, Elorn finished draining the water and asked “Need any help?”

Nero kept pushing with his own heartbeat and replied quickly “Start rowing the boat to a secure area on the side of the boat.” He pushed nearer to Fikar’s heart and felt his snapped rips, he had just found out that it was an even bigger problem then he had thought he knew about, he knew the CPR wasn’t having its full effect, only a trickle came was coming out, he knew they would have to give Fikar professional help, “we need to get him to a hospital, we should latch our boat to a secure side, we’re going to be here for around 40 days.” Nero continued to give CPR slightly above the heart.

Elorn found a safely sheltered area, Neltor put one paddle in the dense mush of zebra mussels and took the rope in Fikar’s sack to tie the boat to one of the wooden nooks. While the twins attached the two boats together, Nero slipped off Fikar’s shirt. Nero could see his chest glazed with dry blood, smeared by rubbing the blood, his spine was crooked and he could see a large bruise, the source was under the blood. But the blood was still moist, a puddle on the left area of his chest. Nero opened the shelf and took out a skin multiplier flask, he set it down, he took a cleansing rune, bone glue, and a case of calcium tablets.

Nero scraped off the blood and followed it with the cleansing rune, he glued the ribs together and he then quickly poured the skin multiplier on the border of where the ribs had torn Fikar’s flesh. Nero then laid Fikar’s shirt under his damaged spine.

Elorn fastened all the knots, then wedged the free paddle into one of the crevices, pushing the boat against the side. They measured whether the huge oar handle would hit the boat and estimated that they would be alright, they would only get a minor splash. Nero, on the other hand, analyzed it for a long time and took into account where the oar shafts were rotted and how much they would effect the rotation, and after a few seconds Nero cut off an area of the bow with his katana.

Drifting Edit

They had sat on the boat and watched the oars hypnotically press forward, the waves splatter over their bodies, triggering a cold chill through their spines. Fikar lay their, Nero spent all his time mending his wounds to keeping Fikar alive. When they got hungry, they snacked on the zebra mussels that surrounded them. Fikar was fed zebra mussels after Nero tore the shells off of them and crushed them into a paste, mixing them with nutritional supplements.

They sat there, listening to storms from their sheltered den. They heard the waves splashing with glee, gradually raising in vigor and sprawling across the ocean with a rage unsuspected of the minor waves they once were. The waves had been exceptionally aggressive for the past few days, thrashing about without mercy. If the ropes hadn’t been supporting their escape boat, they would have been drowned long ago within the distant waves...

Dazanra had been put on the side of the boat, and Neltor and Elorn didn’t understand why Nero was keeping Dazanra aboard, but they did know that Nero was intelligent and knew more than themselves. They had fed him the leftovers that had began to rot and left him as was, they had left him alone, playing chess on the board they had engraved and using well decorated shells for the pieces.

Elorn was gazing at the massive oar when he saw Dazanra stir in the corner of his eye. He spun his head around and yelled instinctively, “Nero! Dazanra is awake!”

Nero turned quickly, yet relaxed in posture, locked eyes with Dazanra, and walked over. As he sat down beside Dazanra, he told him “I am no longer the warlord of Zovna, Dazanra, but I still have my skills."

Nero sighed to collect his thoughts in an organized order, “please cooperate for the time being and understand that you are outnumbered, warlord of Serval.”

Dazanra looked up and asked “Where is my faithful skullka?” He looked about to search the boat, “Did you possess him, Nero?” Dazanra stared up at Nero in demand.

Nero held the stare and replied formally “I acted in necessity of survival, as I would have been slain otherwise.”

Dazanra looked at Nero’s healing wounds and understood that Nero had a point, but he was enraged by the disappearance of his loyal companion. He looked away at the oars and for the first time his eyes dampened from the loss. He hadn’t cried for the loss, even of any of his highly ranked officers, barely flinched, and only because they always played a key role in his ambushes, but here he was having his eyes blur for a bodyguard. Though he had known him since he was fifteen, Dazanra was now 36 years old, so the bodyguard was a friend. But he wouldn’t lash out at Nero, since the skullka had fallen of the beam of life when he attempted to nock Nero off and so this was to be accepted and he would move on--

The twins believed that Dazanra was up to a plot for revenge, so they only pretended to play chess, but really watched Dazanra in case of any suspicious activity.

After a few hours of staring at Dazanra staring at the oars, they got bored and started playing chess strategically.

Neltor won after leading a unit to Elorn’s left and immediately striking Elorn’s right, leading into an assault lead by Neltor’s queen at Elorn’s core military base and leaving Elorn’s king vulnerable, after those three consecutive ambushes, Elorn had been doomed to lose.

After a few days, Dazanra spent his time gazing away while the twins got bored of chess and started passing the time by trying to make one that was were fair, intellectually strategic and luck free. They made many of them, Nero helping them to improve their strategic thinking, make them more alert and substitute what they would have learned at the promised but now unreachable guild.

"Now that we have gone through all this together, don't you think you ought to be telling us your name?" Elorn asked Fikar.

"No, after all it was I who saved you after your battle with Dazanra--"

"No, We saved you from the doctors, remember?--"

"Oh quit the arguing, we all saved each other, all right?" Nero interrupted moodily, while searching for something.

"Oh all right, you Did help me save my life, so I guess I owe it to tell you my name--"

"Never mind that, we don't want to know anymore."

"What, you know what it is?" Fikar was astonished and embarrassed at not having maintained his little secret.

"Hey, where'd my notebook go?" Nero then met the twins eye-to-eye, and softly slapped them. "You naughty twins!"

The twins only gave them a wry, knowing smile.

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