Chapter XXXIX: Return to Azurat (Cont. VII)
Thyrus stared up at the wall for a moment, “Well, you see….we have to save the world and the gatekeeper won’t let us in! I’m trying to get to your decency…can’t you let us in?” The guard upon the wall stared down at the scientist with a look of skepticism, but didn’t say a word. Thyrus sighed and marched back to Adelia and Kiki. “That’s another guard that won’t. I don’t know what to do.”
Adelia patted Kiki and knelt down to eye level with the feralite. They exchanged a thought for a moment, “I think I have a thought. Get on and hold tight.” Adelia brought herself up onto the feralite and glanced over at Thyrus as he drug himself onto Kiki.
“What are you planning on doing?”
Adelia gave a devilish grin, “You’ll see.” Thyrus’s eyes narrowed as Adelia shoed Kiki and the feralite lunged at the wall. Thyrus stared in awe as the feralite’s claws buried themselves into the wall and, with intense speed, helped push the beast up and over the wall, knocking the guard over as the two disappeared into the city.
“That was amazing!” Thyrus glanced back at a peasant who had stumbled out of the way of the charging mass of fur. “You remember the way, don’t you?”
“Of course,” Adelia yelled, guiding Kiki towards Sharat Lane and the Dome. The two moved through the streets with a great speed, noting that no one had even caught on to what was happening in the outside world.
“Just goes to show you,” Thyrus said, “As superior as Azurat City is in technological and economic stages, they are so far behind on the nature of thauma.”
“You mean to tell me that if Azurat was more in tune to thauma, they would know what is going on?”
“Why do you think the elves and the Jaigons knew? Because they live in societies that advance magic and are born and based on thauma!” Thyrus nodded knowingly as Kiki turned down the ravaged street on which the Dome sat. Quickly, Thyrus dismounted and headed into the building, followed by Kiki and Adelia. They wound their way through the tunnels, climbing over the debris as Thyrus stared with happiness at his home. “Come along this way,” Thyrus said, taking a turn and going up a small flight of stairs into a side room.
The room was rather small, only seven feet long by seven feet wide. Within was a small cot that was deeply wrinkled and the covers were scattered all about, obviously where Thyrus had slept. The floor was barren as well as the walls, though on the opposite wall from the bed, there was a large shelf of books and a few pictures of what appeared to be Thyrus’ family. Thyrus scuttled over to the bed and slid underneath, rummaging around and humming to himself. Kiki remained downstairs as Adelia stared at the pictures.
One of the pictures drew her in, the picture of a thin, pale faced man with dark, slicked back black hair. He stared forward, out of the picture and right into Adelia’s soul. It reminded her of her own father, a stern man, frail but powerful, for he had had Adelia late in life. The man in this picture wasn’t smiling, just like her father. Always frowning, even when he told jokes. She couldn’t even remember a time when her father had smiled, even when she had been accepted to Maximure. All she had gotten for a ‘good-bye’ was a: “Don’t disappoint whoever gave you this gift. They’re watching you.” She sighed and glanced over at Thyrus, who was nothing more than a pair of legs under the bed.
“Is this your father, Thyrus?”
“If it’s the stern looking man, yes. That’s not really a good picture of him, for it makes him look all too serious. He was quite a good-natured man overall, though he was an aristocrat, and they were supposed to be the serious role models of the world.” Thyrus chuckled from underneath the bed, “Why do you ask?”
“The picture just reminded me of my father. Always stern.”
“You never speak of your past, Adelia. Why is that?” Thyrus rolled a small cog out from underneath the bed.