The Beginning After The End: Horizon's Edge, Book 4, page 1
The Beginning After the End
TurtleMe
Contents
69. An Unfamiliar Burden
70. Course of Breakthrough
71. A Confusing Day
72. One Fallen
73. A Will’s Last Breath
74. Order of Power
75. Manifest Destinies
76. Good to See You
77. Allies?
78. Meanwhile
79. Meanwhile II
80. Meanwhile III
81. At Last
82. Benefactor
83. A Greater Scale
84. Lineage
85. Elven Kingdom
86. Winding Down
87. A Will’s Unwillingness
88. A Stroll
89. A Cursed Blessing
90. The Start
91. Collapse of Xyrus
92. Bird’s Cage
93. Chosen Ones
94. Arrival
95. The Calm Before
96. The Storm
97. Outcome
Afterword
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69
An Unfamiliar Burden
I willed a hole in the earth below us. After carefully placing Alea’s cold, lifeless body into the center, I slowly covered her, then used her weapon as a makeshift gravestone.
The Widow’s Crypt… It seemed an unfit place to lay one of the Six Lances to rest. Yet what else could be done? I wasn’t yet sure I myself could escape the dungeon, and I couldn’t stomach the thought of leaving Alea and her soldiers down here to rot.
I buried Alea’s fallen comrades as well. The cave—which must once have been beautiful, layered with a glossy bed of grass and a pond that glittered like shattered glass—now looked like a national landmark of the fallen; the crude mounds of dirt and weapons for grave markers gave the place an eerie ambience.
After finishing up the makeshift graves, I dragged my reluctant legs back to where I had buried Alea. Kneeling, I placed my hand on the mounded earth that covered the once-famous Lance. She had been considered the pinnacle of power here, no doubt respected and feared by many. However, to me she was simply a girl—a lonely girl, regretful of the fact that she’d never had someone to love and to love her in return.
As I looked at her in her final moments, a sense of dread had dawned in me. She was in almost exactly the same position as I had been in my past life, but she might not be as lucky as I was, to be reborn into a different world. Given my immediate reincarnation after my previous life had ended, I hadn’t even had the chance to reflect on how I had lived. With her last breaths, Alea had broken down and cried, sobbing that she didn’t want to die like this.
“Damn it.”
I rubbed my eyes as tears began streaming freely down my face, indignant on her behalf at her life’s ending.
I sent out another mental transmission to Sylvie and sighed in defeat when I didn’t get a reply. Slumping back down against the jagged wall of the cave, I reviewed everything the fallen Lance had told me. From the information she had gathered, I was able to make a couple of speculations.
First, there was more than just one black-horned demon. How many, I wasn’t sure. My only hope was that they weren’t numerous. If one of them could easily kill a Lance or gravely injure a dragon like Sylvia, then I was out of my league.
Second, they were definitely after something. I wasn’t sure what, but my mind kept wandering back to the egg Sylvie had come from, which the demon had called a “gem.” If they really were after Sylvie, then avoiding them indefinitely wasn’t going to be possible.
Third, there was going to be a war in Dicathen. This continent would be in danger and we definitely weren’t prepared. Something about what Alea said—how the demon had told her that there would be a war—made me feel sure that the black-horned demons weren’t from this continent. Was the new continent, the one we had just discovered, filled with these demons? I shuddered at that thought.
Yet, if there truly was a race of super-powered beings aligned against us, why would they be sneaking around our dungeons and infecting the mana beasts instead of marching across Dicathen and annihilating us? They were obviously uncertain whether they could take on the whole continent, so they were going about it discreetly—at least for now.
How long had the demons prepared for this war? When would they bring their attacks to the surface? Was war inevitable? Was waiting the only thing I could do—all that we could do?
A sharp pain in my hands made me realize how hard I was clenching my fists. I relaxed them, then watched the drops of blood running down my forearm.
I was slowly learning, and Alea’s death had reinforced the realization, just how much I valued my relationships—with my family, with Tess, and with my friends. In my past life I hadn’t had anyone I would have given my life for to protect. I had that now, but I didn’t have the strength to protect them—not against what was about to come.
Despite all my potential, I had grown complacent. That needed to change.
I recalled the message Sylvia had given me after she teleported me into Elshire Forest. The words still rang clearly in my head: I would hear from her again once my core passed the white stage.
That was the most certain method I currently knew of to get some reliable answers. However, I was still unable to break past the threshold of dark yellow stage. After yellow was silver, and then white. I still had a ways to go.
A ferocious roar sounded, echoing off the cavern walls. ‘Papa!’
My head jerked up. The roar was soon followed by a loud crash coming from where I had fallen. Picking myself up, I dashed toward Sylvie’s voice, stopping in front of a cloud of dust and calling out to her.
I’m here, Sylv! Are you okay? I covered my face with my arms as the dust cloud instantly blew away, revealing my precious bond in her full glory.
Sylvie’s natural dragon form had become even more fearsome than when I last saw it, at the Dire Tombs. If she had looked crudely fierce back then, the feeling I got now was more akin to awe. Her scales were no longer glossy; they were now a dignified matte black. Her two horns had grown even longer, extending past her snout, and another pair of horns protruded underneath them. She appeared as majestic as she did deadly. The spikes that used to run down her back were gone, making her seem more refined. Her gem-like, iridescent yellow eyes pierced through me. Could it truly be that this magnificent creature still referred to me as ‘Papa’?
‘Papa! You’re okay!’
She lifted me up from the ground with the force of her lick, dispelling the bewildered awe that had held me in place.
“You got bigger again, Sylv!” I beamed a childish smile and hugged the snout of my dragon, and Sylvie let out a deep purr as she rubbed herself against me. For just a moment, I was able to forget everything I’d just been through.
Lifting me off the ground with her snout, she placed me on her broad, muscular back.
‘Hold on, Papa! Let’s get out of here.’ She gave a powerful snap of her wings, a raging gust formed underneath us, and we were propelled into the air. Though I hardly noticed in the moment, the sudden force didn’t affect my body, and I rode comfortably on the back of my dragon.
During the flight back up, Sylvie and I caught up on everything that had happened while we were separated. She didn’t really understand everything about the demons and the upcoming war, but she did get the sense that whatever was about to happen wasn’t good.
‘Don’t worry. Whatever happens, I’ll be with you!’ Sylvie’s innocent response left me chuckling.
Like a narration from a children’s book, she told me a bit about what she’d been up to—mostly fighting beasts and consuming beast cores. I needed to be there with Sylvie the next time she trained, I thought; I was curious as to what she was capable of. Sylvie didn’t really know the distinction between the various levels of mana beasts, so I was left pondering just how powerful she actually was.
‘Hmph! I’m really strong.’
“I know, I know.” I patted the hard scales on Sylvie’s neck, but we left off our conversation as my bond navigated out of the impossibly long shaft and back into the first floor of the dungeon.
As we landed in front of the ruined staircase leading up to the surface, I glanced back at the hundreds of minion snarler corpses. Sylvie transformed into her fox form and leapt to the top of my head, taking a couple of spins before perching comfortably in my hair.
Augmenting mana into my body, I lightly jumped from one broken stair to the next, careful not to collapse the fragile remains of the staircase. The well-worn steps, once ivory smooth, were now cracked and treacherous.
A full moon greeted us as we reached the surface. As I had expected, there was no one here. I breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that everyone else had escaped safely.
I had to hurry; it was a several-hour trek to the nearest teleportation gate. First, however, I released a pulse of wind around me to make sure there wasn’t anyone hiding nearby. Satisfied I wasn’t being watched, I retrieved the seal from my dimension ring, and was about to put it on. An image of Alea flashed into my mind and I paused, studying the seal carefully. Then I took out the black fragment of the demon’s horn—the horn of the demon that had killed her—and considered it as well.
My mind made up, I took a deep breath and put the seal back into my dimension ring. No more hiding.
A churning sensation stirred within my stomach. I had bigger things to worry about now. Fitting in, hiding the truth of my power—that wasn’t important anymore. This demon-horn shard would be my constant reminder of that.
‘What’s that, Papa?’ Sylvie’s head popped up, and she reached for the black shard with a paw.
“It’s my goal, Sylvie,” I said, determination steeling my body and calming my mind. Patting my bond’s furry little head, I began my trip back.
The guard in charge of the teleportation gate looked startled to see me. He must have had orders to be on the lookout for me, because, as soon as he verified my identity, he hurriedly began making multiple calls using the artifact he had on hand. Then he quickly ushered me through the gate.
I arrived back at Xyrus feeling a little queasy, but was glad to see that there was a driver waiting for me at the teleportation gate. He tipped his hat with a sympathetic smile and opened the door for me.
My mind wandered; I kept thinking of the future. For the first time in either of my lives, I felt the pressure of keeping my loved ones safe—I’d never felt that, even when I was a king. The weight of a country I’d had no affection for in my previous life couldn’t compare to the few lives I would give everything for in this one.
We reached Helstea Manor and I bid the driver good day, but I stopped in front of the giant double doors. Somehow I couldn’t bring myself to knock on the doors to my own home. Sylvia kyued softly and nuzzled me.
What would my family’s reaction be? It seemed like every time I went out, all I did was worry them.
Taking a seat on the top of the stairs, I let out a sharp, bitter sigh. Looking up at the night sky, I could see the faint colorations that supposedly signaled the coming of the festival. The sky turning blue, yellow, red, and green indicated when the Aurora Constellate would begin. My eyes focused on a solitary cloud, slow-dancing above me without a care in the world. What an envious position to be in.
“Son?”
Lost in my thoughts, I hadn’t even heard the door open behind me.
“Hi, Dad. I’m back.” I gave him a weak smile.
“Why didn’t you come in? We heard from the teleportation gatekeeper that you’d arrived at Xyrus.” My father took a seat next to me when I didn’t respond. “Your mother will be fine, Art," he said warmly, gently patting my back.
“I worried you guys again, didn’t I? It feels like that’s all I’m really good for nowadays." I gave a humorless laugh, knots churning in my chest.
I turned to look at my father and saw him gazing up at the sky, like I had been doing just moments before.
“She really loves the Aurora Constellate. You may not see it, but your mother is strong, Arthur, even stronger than me. If you think all you’ve given us are worries, then you’re wrong. Both you and your sister have given your mother and I so much more than we could have hoped for.
“I know you’re not like the normal children your age; hell, I’ve known that since you were born. I don’t know what sort of destiny you’ll be caught up in, but I don’t think it’ll be anything you can’t handle.” The skin around his eyes wrinkled as he gave me a reassuring smile.
I stayed silent, unable to form the right words.
“I don’t want you to feel like you’re being a burden on us. All this guilt that you’re feeling right now, the weight that you’re probably feeling—I want you to come to us so we can be there for you. I don’t ever want you to feel like you can’t come home, that you aren’t welcome. As long as you have the use of your two legs, I expect you to come home whenever you can and let us love you. That is our right as your parents. Okay?” My father ran his fingers through his trim, auburn hair in a gesture that revealed how unaccustomed he was to saying things like this. Just like that, I felt the weight that had been accumulating inside me disperse.
“Got it, Dad.” I managed a more sincere smile this time, and he responded with his signature foolish grin.
“Come on, let’s go home. Inside, a more ferocious beast than anything you’ve ever faced awaits,” he whispered darkly, and we broke into a fit of laughter.
70
Course of Breakthrough
When we stepped inside the house, the temperature seemed to suddenly drop. In contrast to the icy atmosphere, though, my mother’s gaze was fiery as it pierced me from the top of the stairs. The corners of her eyes were filled with tears and she struggled to keep them from rolling down her cheeks.
“Hello, Mother. I’m… back?” A cold sweat permeated my pores as a pressure akin to an S-class mana beast weighed down on my very soul.
I had to admit, I wasn’t looking so sharp. My body was a canvas of nicks and scratches, and my hair probably looked like it had been struck by lightning repeatedly, as if one strike wasn’t to its satisfaction. The entire back of my uniform was missing, sandpapered away as I had fallen down the hole.
“Arthur Leywin…” My mother’s voice dripped with frost.
Before she had the chance to say anything more, a familiar voice instantly broke the tension in the room.
“Brother!” My baby sister bolted down the stairs past Mother, stumbling on the way down, and leapt into my chest. Her arms immediately wrapped around me, clinging with the strength of a python on steroids.
“Erk! Ellie, it hurts…” My voice came out raspy as I gently patted my sister’s head.
“A teacher came and said you… you were lost,” Ellie managed in between sniffles.
With an almost incoherent string of words, my sister rubbed her face against my chest, as if wanting to burrow inside me.
Sylvie, her ears drooping, licked my sister’s cheek consolingly.
“I know. I’m sorry for worrying you… again.” I looked up at my mother as I said this, my voice dropping to a rough whisper.
I could tell by her expression that she was torn, trying to decide whether to scold me or just be happy.
Maybe she would do both.
My father took this moment to walk over to my mother and gently lead her down the stairs, comforting her.
“There’s a time to be angry, honey, but now isn’t it. Look, it’s your son. He’s back.” My father’s soothing voice eased the tension between my mother’s brows. As her expression softened, so did her will.
Breaking down in sobs, she wrapped her arms around me from the side. This triggered a chain reaction, causing my sister—who was still hugging me as well—to begin bawling her eyes out yet again.
My mother’s sobs made her words almost indiscernible; she seemed to switch between cursing God to thanking him.
“It’s not fair… Why is my son the one who keeps getting so hurt? Thank God, you’re safe!”
I caught my father’s eye, and he gave me a reassuring half-smile as he gently patted my bawling sister and mother on their backs. They were both angrily thumping me with their trembling fists as they wept. Their blows weren’t meant to hurt, but each shaking strike seemed to gnaw away at me; the guilt ate at my insides as I stood there, motionless, biting my quivering lower lip.
It felt like an hour before they calmed down. Somewhere in the middle of our scene, I spotted Lilia’s mother, Tabitha, peeking from upstairs. I could tell she wanted to come down and comfort my mother and sister, but her husband Vincent pulled her back, giving me a meaningful nod.
Eventually, we got ourselves situated in the living room. My sister’s breathing was still erratic to the point of worry, her arms wrapped around Sylvie. My mother had regained her composure, however, and her swollen eyes probed for any serious wounds before she placed a gentle hand on my chest.
“… And let Heaven and Earth heal.” As she ended her chant, a soft white glow enveloped my body.
Almost immediately, I felt a soothing warmth covering every wound, even the ones I hadn’t known I had.
