22.

A Waterfall Between Worlds

The twisting pain in his stomach had subdued, and the blood stopped trickling from his mouth. Reth wiped his lips with his thumb, the fifth time he had done it. He wasn't sure what else to do while in Calera's presence. Reth didn't understand why she insisted on sitting next to him. Every time Reth would catch her gaze, Calera's eyes would dart down to the bloody, matted fur beneath her crossed legs.

The blond Rhokin gave her a curious look before searching for his ser. Sianna was sitting beside Aldermeck, Deneck a few feet away. Iari and Kota were next to them. The user was still asleep, head snuggled like a baby bird between the Nayichi's lap. Lycin was furthest away from the group, lying on the ground with his hands laced under his head.

Everyone appeared like red and black statues that had been placed outside to dry under the sun. Except there was no sun. Only a mysterious, dim light that shone like a reluctant candle.  

"You were incredible," Calera whispered, the smoothness of her voice cradling his ears like a feather's stroke.

Reth turned to her and her sunken eyes didn't look away this time. "I do not understand what you mean," he said.

"You summoned lighting during the battle. It was incredible. I felt it as if it went through my own body." She inched closer to him.

He could smell the flesh worm's blood on her. It was an oddly sweet odor like the burnt honey he would smell when he walked past the herbs and salves stand during his rounds back at the Citadel. Reth nodded at Calera, her face a thin, bloody mask. He was at a loss at what to say and wished his ser would call for him. Instead, Lycin's voice was heard.

"Are you done gawking?" Lycin stood over Calera. "I'm sure your dear Reth is fine enough that he doesn't need you hovering over him. Am I right, Reth?"

Lycin's bright green eyes landed on him, and the Rhokin scowled. He didn't like what he saw in Lycin's gaze. It reminded Reth of the time he had battled a regular Magus outside the Citadel. He had slipped on a fallen fish from a broken stall that had been abandoned by a fleeing merchant. Reth's foot had split open the fish's body, entrails fanning out like a stroke of red paint. The slime of guts and gore had glistened under the sun, and that was what Reth now saw in Lycin's eyes. Orbs of slime perched over crooked, fish bone shaped grins.

"Yes, ser," Reth answered Lycin, eyeing his stained Leitnant cloak.

Lycin gave him a knowing smile before he turned to Calera and placed a rough hand on her arm. He jerked her to her feet, released her, and walked away. She followed without a glance at Reth. The two walk past his seated ser and the sleeping Iari to sit closer to Deneck's crater. He watched Lycin question Calera, sometimes reaching over to place a hand on the female Rhokin's back only for her to nod or shake her head.

Reth still didn't understand why she had sat with him.

"How odd for you to be caught so off guard," Deneck said. "I don't think you even heard what I asked you."

He turned to see his silver eyed friend seated next to him, an easy smile on his lips. Deneck's clothes were darkened by the flesh worm's blood that had fallen on him, but his skin was clean. Reth noticed the tears on his sleeves and at the bottom of his soiled tunic, shredded as if hacked by razors. Fading spots of red covered his exposed arms and hands.   

"Deneck, I did not see you there," Reth said.

"That much is obvious." His friend's smile widened but then faltered. "I know you are still discovering your magick, but did it take you longer than usual to recover from your pain seal?

Reth's stomach held a dull, hollow ache, and his mouth was bursting with the taste of copper. "It has taken longer than the other times to completely go away."

He nodded. "We have to be careful with this strange amplification of our magick."

"What do you mean?"

Deneck caught Reth's gaze. His silver eyes were the warmest he had ever seen in a Rhokin. "I felt myself almost taken away by my own power," Deneck said.

Reth's eyes flickered to Deneck's splotchy skin.

The dark haired Rhokin raised his hands and looked at them. "I felt as if my skin was trying to peel off," he said. "I was hoping to catch Calera too to see if she felt anything more uncomfortable than usual. She seems to talk when you're around." He gave another one of his smiles. Reth didn't understand why. 

"She did not tell me anything about her magick. I don't even know what kind of seal she has." Reth shook his head.

"She has a pain seal like you. While yours attacks you with internal pains, her seal eats at her body's flesh." 

Calera's nude body, a jumble of bones, flesh, and skin, flashed in Reth's mind. He opened his mouth to say something, but it was drowned out by a booming sound. It reminded Reth of a blacksmith pounding on his anvil...if the smithy had been a giant, the anvil the size of a house, and there were dozens of them pounding away at the same time.

Each strike, clanging and scraping, seemed to ripple their delicate light, extending it with brightness that intensified as the sound carried. Reth could see nothing but white. Coils of magick wrapped around him like seaweed clinging to a rocky shore. It felt heavy, and it pulled him down to his knees. Reth struggled, eyes closed and teeth gritted, but he was paralyzed. 

The magick exploded.

He opened his eyes to see he was weightless and alone, still enveloped in the blinding, white light. The thunderous sounds from before were now disappearing echoes, each diminishing strike bringing a scene below him into focus.

There was a woman standing before a pond, her back facing Reth. Her hair was long and appeared as a weightless swirl around her. As she entered the water, her locks trailed behind her like a film of shiny, onyx ink. It was when she turned around that Reth saw she was nude, the water up to her thighs. Her eyes were a warm golden color, and they were locked with his.

Reth's breath caught in his throat with an audible gasp and his eyes widened. Warmth cascaded over him like rain, each pinprick a flame that ignited his skin with tiny caresses. Because of that woman.

He wanted to touch her, pull his gloves off his hands and stroke her bare shoulders. The tips of his fingers burned to outline the curve of her waist and hips. The thought of kissing her passed through his mind, but he felt embarrassed by such a longing. It was unheard of, a taboo.

"Reth!"

The woman disappeared.

Sianna's face materialized in front of him, washing the warmth from his vision away. Reth was thankful to see it. The unfamiliar emotions from that woman had felt intrusive.

"You're not dead, are you?" Sianna asked.

He blinked and for some reason she laughed. He only stared at her.

"There you go," she said. "I was beginning to worry that bright light gave you a soul or something. For a moment your face looked so..." She shook her head and gave him a grin that surprised him.

"Ser," he said, rising to his feet, "are you alright?"

She placed a hand on her sword hilt. "I am fine. You were the one that wouldn't wake up. I was about to kick you." Sianna nodded towards the horizon. "We're somewhere else."

The ground under him wasn't fur. It was a deep green color, but it didn't look like grass. It was spongy but flaky, moss–like. Rising from the ground like giant, thin snakes poised on their heads were what appeared like vines. Their dark green color faded into a brilliant yellow that darkened into the red of a setting sun. There were hundreds of these odd vines, their twisted bodies erupting with leaves the color of autumn. They swayed as if alive, a slow, hazy waltz to an unheard song.

"Where are we, ser?" Reth asked.

Her face scrunched up. "Fuck if I know."

He remained silent, silver eyes on his ser.

"What, Reth?" She appeared annoyed.

"We are alone here."

Her eyebrows went up as if she just realized that fact only for them to come back down in a scowl. "So it seems."

"What are we going to do?"

"You're asking too many questions. I thought you were past that." Sianna stepped away from him, walking into the strange vegetation.

"Ser! It may not be safe."

"Then keep me safe," she said over her shoulder.

"Yes, ser."

As Reth followed her, he felt a strange pull on his body, a forced that ushered him to go up. He was aware of his balance and how peculiar it felt keeping it; his legs didn't plant with their usual, comfortable strength and his arms begged to be extended towards the white sky. Sianna seemed to be experiencing the same sensation. There was an uncharacteristic sway to her stride.

Reth stared at the curve of her thighs and hips as she walked with a pleasant—yes, pleasant Reth decided—swagger. The fleeting moments he had seen her without the bulk of her armor were few, so it wasn't until now that Reth realized how tiny his ser was. If he were to pull her to his chest, he would be able to hold her like a doll.

Sianna stopped walking, hips stopped swaying, and tilted her head up, squinting. Reth followed her gaze. All that could be seen was the eerie foliage of the pendulant vines. Reth blinked and the vines were gone as if picked off by a lightning fast hand. A monstrous tree had appeared in their place.

Its bark was ruby red, gleaming. The wrinkles in the jeweled wood shone with dancing hues of red. The colossus roots, a garnet basket of loops, were above ground; the tree stood on them like a frightened spider. Emerging through the cave–sized gaps between them was a black mist that floated up and around the trunk, a veil that disappeared once it reached the foliage.

"What is all this? Why can't we be somewhere normal for once?" Sianna crossed her arms.

"Ser, a tree is normal," Reth said.

She glowered at him. "Don't be an ass, Reth. Have you ever seen a tree like that? Leaves like that?"

Reth hadn't noticed the leaves. How disconcerting for him to have lost his focus. He scowled as he looked at them. They were indeed brilliant and luminous in their colors. The never ending stained glass window of foliage continued up into the sky until the tree's fog buried the view.

"What the hell do we do now?" Sianna asked.

"There seems to be nowhere else to go but the tree, ser," Reth said.

She scowled at his answer and scrutinized the giant, red monstrosity. "No. Whatever that thing is, I don't want to be near it."

"Then where shall we go, ser?"

"Away from it." Sianna turned around and took a step forward...straight towards the tree. The landscape had shifted, as if the same impossibly fast hand that had plucked the vines had rearranged the ruby timber all within a heartbeat.

Sianna jerked back, crashing into Reth. His hands gripped her arms, helping her regain her balance. He felt the warmth of her bare skin seep through his gloves. Sianna pulled away from his grasp, and Reth didn't like how her quickly her body's heat disappeared from his hands and chest.

"What the hell happened?" Sianna said, staring ahead. "Did you see it move, Reth?"

He came to attention. "No, ser. It seemed as if it just appeared—"

Sianna took another step away from the tree. The land moved, a disorientating blur, and the giant ruby plant was in front of them again, spewing its dark mist up into the air. This time Sianna stayed on her feet, eyes narrowed and limbs tensed like a cat.

"I don't think it's going to allow us to go anywhere else," Reth said.

Sianna was so angry she bared her teeth. "I can see that. Fine. If this fucking thing wants us to go there, then we will."

The walk was silent but quick. Each step Reth took felt like ten, giving the illusion the tree was growing before his eyes. When he and Sianna stood before one of its giant roots, Reth heard her disgusted grunt.

The tree was not made of ruby after all but bones. Skeletons from several beasts Reth had never seen were piled together, the giant, alien bones warped around each other as if melted. Several skulls were lodged between the bones, some with multiple eye sockets and others with needles for teeth. The red that coated over them all was a sealant, petrifying them in a crimson world.  

Reth watched as Sianna circled the root that was as thick as she was tall. She paused before a humanoid looking skull with slanted eye sockets and another, vertical one on its forehead. "So what now?" she seemed to ask the dead, smiling thing.

The mist that poured out from between the root's gaps intensified with an audible hiss that caught Reth and Sianna's attention. The dark substance was like a curtain that fell upwards. Reth watched as it poured towards the sky, rolling over the red bones, hiding them.

"Reth," Sianna said.

Her uneasy tone made him tense, but when he saw what she had been staring at, he could see why. The mist that was swirling from the opening in front of them had parted, like the curtain it resembled, but the revealed gateway was darker than the mist itself. Its black color appeared impossibly dark, glossless and flat, but as Reth stared at it, he felt the urge to go through it. He felt if he did, he would find Deneck and Iari.

"No," Sianna said and gripped Reth's sleeve with her fingers, "we're not going in there. It's...it's too dark."

"Ser?" He looked at her.

She was gazing at the black doorway, her eyes wide and intense. There was a film of sweat on her forehead that made her skin look clammy. Reth frowned. Was she afraid? He looked at the darkness and back to Sianna's terrified face. He didn't understand why. No harm would befall her as long as she was with him. Did she not understand that?

"Ser, I will protect you," he reminded her.

She looked at him and for once didn't answer his words with a scowl. "We don't have to go in."

"What else can we do? We know we can't run away from it, ser."

"Why are you so eager to go inside a tree made of skulls?"

"I feel like beyond it, we'll meet up with our friends." Reth pursed his lips. He hadn't meant to say that. 

Sianna's hard demeanor returned. Her eyes narrowed as she let go of Reth's shirt, but he still saw the wane in them when she looked at the blackness.

"I feel like I'll see Meryl if I go through it," she said, her voice low, and then even lower added, "I feel like I'll see my mother."

Reth couldn't recognize what he sensed from her words, but it caused him to feel distressed. He had been doing so well, having been able to read his ser better the past several weeks he had been with her in the Citadel. They had developed a routine around one another, and Reth had learned to read the little knots between her eyebrows, the flare of her nostrils, the twists of her lips, the glares in her eyes, and the tones in her voice, but now, he was at a lost. Reth didn't understand the longing in Sianna's words, but he felt he had to do something. She was his ser, and he wanted to comfort her. Reth reached for her, placing his hand on her shoulder. He saw the flash of irritation cross her eyes, but she did nothing. 

"Ser, my magick is more powerful here. I can protect you against anything," he said.

She gave a harsh sigh and pushed her hair behind her ear. The strand crackled like bent straw, stiffened by the blood that had settled on it. "I'd like to think that I can protect myself here, but I know that's a lie. Fine, Reth. I'm trusting you."

Reth's close lipped smile went unseen by her. He took a step forward only to be stopped by Sianna again. She undid the long, dirty ribbon wrapped around her sword's sheath that she used to mark it as her own. Sianna tied one end to her wrist and the other to Reth's, under his gloves. He felt the heat of her fingers on his wrist as too intimate.

"So we don't get separated," she said, finishing the knot.

He nodded and the two walked towards the parted mist that had waited for them to come to their decision. Reth stepped through the dark film and a bitter coldness seized him. It was paralyzing, his body not accustomed to the cold. He felt a tug on his left wrist from the ribbon tied around it. Reth urged his body to move, fighting through what felt like ice around his body, but when he took his next step, the freezing sensation was gone.

Sianna and Reth stood under a green sky with red, twin suns, but the environment felt domed even though no visible walls were seen. A thick line of aquatic blue cut into the emerald sky. Crystalline liquid seeped out of it, cascading onto the ground—fur again, cropped, and white like powdery snow.

Reth heard the familiar marine roar of a waterfall and the heavy splash of water hitting water, but no liquid impacted the ground. The fur was dry and unflatten, the water disappearing before it could touch it. It was like a waterfall was pouring from another world, passing through their own, and pooling into another.

Sianna walked towards it, her brashness surprising Reth. He trailed her, the ribbon around his wrist giving him no choice. Unlike outside the tree, Reth felt his balance normalized. He no longer felt that strange, upwards pull and could walk comfortably. He noticed Sianna could as well. Her strides were crisp and swift with no sway.

She stood before the waterfall, Reth next to her. He felt the spray on his skin, water soaking through his clothes. The dried blood on him dampened and dislodged from the creases on his skin, pink worms that dripped down to the ground, but before they could stain the fur, they vanished.

Sianna tugging on his wrist as she undid her ribbon drew away his gaze. She undid her belt and her braid too. Reth watched as she undressed and stepped closer to the waterfall where its descending touch could wash her body without flailing it.

Reth was confused. His ser literally plunging headfirst into a situation she was unfamiliar with, one that was fueled by magick in a magickal world, was beyond out of her character. He stood, asphyxiated by her movements as she scrubbed her body clean. She turned to him.

"Aren't you going to wash too? You need it more than me," she said.

The harshness in her voice eased him. He knew that was normal, but her question suggested he be naked next to her. He knew well enough that modesty wasn't an issue with his ser, but this felt too intimate even for her.

Reth ran a hand through his hair, releasing red flakes around his head. "Ser, are you well?"

She stepped away from the water and reached for her clothes, washing them. He gaped at her, hair plastered to her face and water dripping down her body.

"Just wash up," Sianna said. "If you want to."

Reth shook his head, unable to decipher his ser's odd behavior. There was no magick at work around them, at least none that he could feel that was aimed at her or him. With another head shake, he too undressed and washed under the water, several feet away from Sianna.

The water eroded the caked on gore on his skin. It felt liberating and fresh, the kneading water rubbing the ache out of his muscles. He was so entranced by the water's caress, his anguish over his ser's actions were washed away and forgotten for a few moments.

"Well what is this?" asked a familiar voice that soured Reth's euphoria.

Lycin and Iari stood before them, the latter's red face bowed to the ground. They were clean and in new clothes, their hair damp. They each carried several bags on their back.

"Iari, you're awake," Sianna said, her wet, bundled clothes in her hands.

His eyes darted to her and back down to the ground. "Y—yes."

"Are you going to redress in those wet clothes, Sianna? You look much better without them," Lycin said, his smirk growing as he set down the satchels he was carrying. 

Sianna's glower could melt stones. "I don't think I can say the same about you."

Iari shifted in place. "Um. We...we have your bags...We found them."

Iari dropped the bags he was carrying on the ground and slinked away from them, turning his back so Sianna could search for hers without him looking. Lycin, however, watched with eager eyes as Sianna walked over to the sacks. She didn't even spare him a glare as she pulled out clothes from her and Reth's bag.

"Reth," she said, indicating the clothes she had laid on the ground were for him.

He noticed they weren't his blue uniform. When he unfolded the tunic, he saw how its green color and black lining was one he didn't recognize, but when he put it on, it fit perfectly.

"I had that one made for you. I kept forgetting to give it to you," Sianna said.

Reth placed a hand on his new clothes and hoped no battles would surprise him to spoil it.

"What happened to you two?" Sianna asked Lycin and Iari after she finished dressing.

Mock disappointment fell on Lycin's face. "You really do look better naked, Sianna."

She ignored him. "Iari?"

The user turned around and the relief to see Sianna in clothes was evident on his face. He placed a hand behind his head. "I remember fallin' an' woke up surrounded by flesh an' blood. I think I was inside the corpse. Lycin was there too and our bags for some reason. It was only us.

"We keep walkin' till we saw this tree. It was red an' made o' bones. There was mist comin' out of it and we enter' it. I felt like I 'ad to. Like there was somethin' waitin' for me beyon' it. Like it was my brother waitin' to see me." He paused, his eyes darkening.

"We ended up here," Lycin said, "We only hear the rush of water and followed it to see you. Naked. A pleasant surprise mind you. Well, half of the surprise was pleasant."

"Lycin, now is not the time to be an ass," Sianna said.

He shrugged. "I like what I like."

She shook her head. "If you were inside the corpse, how is it that you two look so clean?"

Lycin chuckled while Iari went red. "I...summoned rain," Iari mumbled.

Reth waited for his ser's inevitable yells, but none came. She stared at the young man, her eyes probing. Iari withered under her gaze.

"What else, Iari?" she asked.

He avoided her face apparently knowing what her question really asked. "Wind an' earth."

"Have you done those before?"

"Not yet."

"But you know you can."

Iari nodded.

"And you don't know why or how?"

"No, I don' know."

Sianna felt silent, her face stern.

"I'm sorry," Iari added.

Reth gave a small smile. He had recognized what had occurred; Sianna had just interrogated Iari. It was a scene he had seen his ser do countless of times before to the Centurio recruits under her command. Seeing his ser back to her high strong self pleased him.

"Do you know where everyone else might have gone?" Sianna asked.

Lycin sighed and settled down on the white fur. "I don't know, but I'm tired of all this."

"I'm a little tire' myself," Iari said, giving Sianna a glance that checked if his words angered her.

"Are you tired too, Reth?" Sianna asked him.

He was. The battle with the worms had been exhausting, and the grand amount of magick that had surged through his body left him sore, but as long as his ser was willing to go, so would he. "I am prepared, ser," he said.

"So you are tired."

Her words surprised him.

"Fine. I guess we can rest and then see if we can put any of this damn magick to use to find the others."

Within a few minutes, Lycin and Sianna were asleep, but despite claiming to be tired, Iari remained awake with Reth. The young man had finished filling their skins with water and placed them all in their respective bags. He grabbed his own satchel and placed it on his lap, but didn't open it.

"What's this?" Iari said, picking up a soiled maroon ribbon from the ground.

"It is my ser's," Reth said and took it. 

"Sianna wears ribbons in her hair?"

"No. She wraps it around her sheath to distinguish her sword from mine." Reth reached for Sianna's sword that was next to her and wrapped the ribbon around it before settling it back by her side.

Iari stared at his bag. "Does Sianna hate me?"

Reth tilted his head. "What makes you ask that?"

"She's always yellin' at me and she I know she doesn' trust me."

"My ser talks to you even when she doesn't need to."

He looked at Reth with his scarred face. "Doesn' need to?"

"My ser only speaks to me to deliver an order or gauge the intensity of a situation." Reth touched the sleeve of his tunic.

"But she stopped to rest because you were tire'."

Reth regarded at him with question.

"Yeah. Sianna asked you if you were tire' an' even though you said you weren' she still decided to stop."

They fell into silence, Iari back to staring at his bag and Reth processing Iari's words. His ser hadn't asked her question out of sincerity. She had only wanted to know if it was worth continuing and chose to rest because a refreshed Rhokin was better than a spent one. Reth turned to Iari, a question fresh on tongue, but the young man had fallen asleep. His chin rested on his collar bone and his shaggy locks shadowed his face.

Reth stared at him for a moment before prying the satchel out of Iari's finger with slow movements to avoid waking him. He placed it on the ground behind Iari and steered him to it by placing a guiding hand on his shoulder. Iari's head fell on his bag, a makeshift pillow. The young man's arm wrapped around it as he curled into a more comfortable position for sleep. Reth couldn't help but be reminded of the white and orange cat that would occasionally sleep on the outside windowsill in his ser's office.

The Rhokin laid down. The fur underneath was soft: a perfect mattress. For a moment, he thought he was dreaming, but that was impossible. He knew he didn't dream, yet he heard screaming through the darkness. He jerked awake to find out it was his ser that was yelling and jumped to his feet.

She was nestled against Lycin. Reth had woken enough times with Sianna against him like that to know she had done it during her sleep. Lycin's arm was around Sianna's waist, holding her against him as he smirked at her. The sight of his hand gripping Sianna's hips and sliding down her leg filled Reth with a frenzy he didn't recognize. It pieced together seamlessly with his wrath, but it felt more vile and toxic and ate at his chest with steel fangs.

"Keep your damn cock in your pants, you asshole!" Sianna twisted in Lycin's grasp.

"It is in my pants, Sianna, or are you not familiar with certain formalities that happen when men awake?" he said, his grin widening. "Besides, you were cuddled against me. How flattering."  

Reth wanted to break Lycin's arm off, tear him away from his ser, but he knew better. Sianna's wrath against him would be ten times worse than what she had for Lycin if Reth chose to rescue her. Even though he knew Sianna was capable of handling herself in this situation, it took all of his willpower to sit back down in the ground.

Lycin hollered when one of Sianna's kicks hit him in the shins. She rolled away from his grip and stood, offering another kick to the arm that had held her. In spite of the abuse he suffered, Lycin still beamed his usual crooked smile at Sianna. She growled and stormed off only to stop by Iari.

"He's still sleeping even after all that noise?" she asked, staring at the young man.

His soft snores were heard. Sianna chuckled before stepping over Iari's curled body and headed towards the waterfall.

"That woman," Lycin said, sitting up and rubbing his shin.

The same baneful feeling from before erupted inside of Reth at the sound of his voice. It increased when he heard his laughter.

"You don't seem to protect her very well, Rhokin," he said.

Reth turned towards him and the sight of his face hardened the scowl on his own. "I live to protect my ser."

Lycin gave a single chuckle. "Like the time you protected her when Calera had been choking her? Or when that giant worm almost ate her? Or how about now when I had her in my arms?"

Reth was amazed so much anger could manifest inside him at the words from only one man, but his preserved voice hid it well. "My ser would be angry had I tried to help her get away from you."

"Yes, I do believe that one." He gazed at Sianna. "But her anger is beautiful, isn't it? It's her expression, her fire, and it's all real. She doesn't hide behind it. It is her and when she faces you with it, you see the flare of her being."

"Anger? Humans have other, more pleasant emotions. They are an array of them, each emotion an essence to a whole. Surely you can't reduce my ser's existence to such a destructive and negative connotation."

Lycin shook his head. "Not surprising you would say something like that. You're not exactly real like we are. Sianna's anger is"—he snickered—"What the hell am I doing talking to you about it anyway? You wouldn't understand." He leaned back on the fur and stared at the sky, a smile on his face.

No, Reth didn't understand. He turned to see Sianna sitting by the waterfall with her knees tucked to her chest. Maybe he had read her wrong. Maybe all her quirks he had learned to read on her face, in her voice, in her movements had occurred only in his head. But Lycin couldn't be right. Reth wouldn't believe it, yet as he stared at his ser, the only thing in the world he wanted was to know what she was thinking as her bold, brown eyes stared at the waterfall.

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