Chapter 6 ♦ The Secret of the Diopsides
During the days when the sprite within his body went ballistic, Raven couldn't sleep due to the piercing pain he was experiencing.
In extreme fatigue, he was entirely unable to move his body. Not even to lie down. He could only squat like a broken puppet.
Even so, no one cared for the young boy.
He was always the one being held in a room, embedded with iron bars.
Whenever he could come out, it was for training purposes.
To teach him how to use different methods and techniques with weapons. His mentors were always replaced, because the young boy often killed them during training.
However, his skills in battle rapidly progressed.
As he continued to grow stronger unceasingly, it became more and more difficult for him to deal with the people around him. Once he was taught the use of corporal punishment, he did not even mind harming others.
Therefore, even with his hands and feet bounded, shackled by chains, anyone who feared him did not dare approach him from outside. And those who were close to him could not resist the atrocious violence inflicted onto them by the boy.
At that time, however, there was also no Prince. Those who were discharged from educating the young boy had already forgiven him for what he’d done.
There were all kinds of different scholars and doctors who examined and studied the young boy’s mental state. Even religionists and spiritual clairvoyants, who were hired for their supposed powers, did not succeed.
The youth’s special abilities peaked Prince’s interest. However, if Prince was unable to take advantage of it, Raven would not be able to escape his fate of death. Such words slowly reached the young boy’s ears.
With his peers around him, they were waiting for Prince’s words --- “Enough is enough.” They were only willing to do one thing, to serve the boy’s meal through the gap between the iron bars. It was at this point, he appeared.
“I found your master.”
His sister said. She often avoided the eyes and ears of the people. In the middle of the night, she would come see him. However, this was the first time she had brought anyone else in there with her.
It was a handsome youth who made other people doubt if he truly existed in this world, who had a head of beautiful golden hair.
The boy watched as the youth unlocked the lock on his cage, using a key which the youth had obtained through god knows what means, and walked in without hesitation.
Looking down at the boy with a smile on his face, he very softly touched the boy’s cheek.
“Would you like to be my warrior?”
He said.
As the boy was touched that very moment, it was as if the boy felt the sprite worship the youth, was it all an illusion?
He was constantly suffering, bearing the burden of the unreasonable violence. Because of the sprite, he was restless. He wanted to fight back. But, because of the shackles, he couldn’t do anything. Before, the pain in his nerves prickled him like needles. However, all of a sudden, it was as if all the needles were pulled out.
“I will save you from hell, if you and your sprite swear allegiance to me.”
From his manners and words, he was unlike any other youth the boy had seen.
Although he didn’t know what a noble was, he understood why his sister said the words: “I found your master.”
The youth was not afraid of the sprite in the boy’s body. No matter how much he’d heard rumors of the danger, the youth rightfully touched him. Even when faced with an unknown opponent, he instinctively already had the upper hand.
Without the sense of being dominated by oppression, the boy was wrapped in a sheltered, calm feeling.
“I will give you a new name, for the sake of your new life.”
Raven, he called him.
“It is said that, in ancient mythology, it was the longest living name in history among all fairies. From now on, I hope you can dominate over your sprite.”
The boy grasped the youth’s hand with both hands, bringing it up to touch the cheek of his face. Had it been anyone before, the sprite would have took the chance to hold the arm, breaking it and smashing his skull. But at that time, the boy did not feel that impulse.
Although no one had ever taught him, the boy naturally knelt his knees down on the ground, placing the youth’s white fingers on his forehead.
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Lydia was walking alone within the dark forest.
The tall trees stretched out as dense foliage above her, making her feel as though she was walking through a tunnel.
From time to time, she heard the calls of unknown animals break the silence surrounding them, and the lower tree branches were always catching on to her clothes and hair. Despite all this, even though she was frightened each time, she did not stop.
Lydia knew that this road, hidden by the rocks and trees all along the eerie swamp, was merely an illusion.
If she kept going, they could become dry twigs, pebbles, and puddles.
The fairy path reflected how people felt in their hearts. Therefore, the more anxious she felt, the more difficult the path became.
Though half-awake, Lydia continued to move forward in the realm of magic.
Near Lydia’s surroundings, there was another creeping chirping. A singing chime.
She turned her head in that direction.
The owner of the sound then spread out its black wings and flew. Hovering in a circle above her, it settled on the front branches before Lydia and stared at her.
It had a grey body with black wings, a hooded Carrion Crow.
It was only a common crow? However, since it appeared in a place like this, is it an embodiment of a fairy?
Thinking of the three legendary incarnations of the goddess, they did hold an image of a hooded Crow.
A horrific crow flying on the battlefield, craving for the blood of the defeated.
(Who is standing my way?)
She seemed to hear the Crow speak.
Lydia thought, perhaps it was because the war goddess was on her mind, which in turn created this illusion.
However, even if it was seen in the fairy realm, there was a chance the illusion could also be true. For Lydia, she couldn’t determine whether if it was or wasn’t.
(Is this the Blue Knight Earl’s doing? Do you believe you can actually stop me? There used to be an outbreak of war upon this island. Blood was shed and flowed like a river. The Prince of Calamity had given me my blood. Therefore, I made a contract with him.)
Hearing the words 'Prince of Calamity', Lydia looked up at the Crow.
It was Prince that Lady Gladys had driven out of England. Due to his defeat in the war 100 years ago, her royal family was cursed with the abomination of Prince, the hateful prince who was born from the power of the evil fairies.
Lydia heard that the man who was now in opposition to Edgar was a descendant of the original Prince in the organization. Therefore, hearing the Crow’s words, Lydia became very anxious.
The Carrion Crow spoke again.
(In this island nation, the power of the dark fairies was growing stronger and stronger. Prince did not awaken only me alone.)
Then, who is this Crow? Badb? Macha? Or is it Morrigan?
Not to mention, these may have been the words spoken to the previous Blue Knight Earl, Lady Gladys.
What Lydia was seeing in this illusionary space, did the Prince’s organization awaken the goddess of the past?
(Blue Knight Earl, the goddess of war does not belong to anyone. I will only bless my side on the battlefield, the side of those who have given me more blood.)
The Crow then let out a strange screech that sounded like laughter.
(If you detest blood, then you will not win. Do you wish to stop my resurrection? I see. So, is that what you sent those men to do?)
The Crow looked up toward a branch, which suddenly began to rustle and shake.
What Lydia found wrapped around it was a large serpent. Horrified, Lydia let out a loud scream.
She desperately wanted to escape from this snake, and so she immediately ran off.
However, no matter where she ran, the serpent continued to coil in the tree. Or at least, appearing within Lydia’s sight. As if overlooking the distant mountain ridges from the train window, it will never disappear from sight.
The serpent and Crow eyed each other with animosity.
After being confronted for a long time, the serpent suddenly moved.
And, right then, it pounced toward the Crow. Seizing with a snapping bite, the serpent tightly entangled itself around the bird.
The Crow bitterly struggled against the serpent’s attack. With its scales peeling off, along with the Nordic Crow’s blood streaming with it, the serpent was attempting to swallow it.
Their fierce fight continued. One of the serpent’s eyes was pecked, and it immediately curled up its body in pain and agony. In order to extricate itself from the serpent’s entanglement, the Crow began to dig out the serpent’s eyes.
However, that did not deter the serpent for it never relaxed the strength of its hold.
Eventually, the serpent snapped on the Crow’s head, forcefully tighten around it. Breaking the Crow’s bones, without moving its mouth, it finally swallowed down the Crow.
Soon, with its bulging belly, the serpent began to move and lifted its head suddenly, looking over at Lydia.
Her legs, trembling, frozen in place. Lydia couldn’t help but become astonished.
In one of the serpent’s eyes, it held a transparent, dark-green color.
It was the rare, green Diopside - the Ceylon gem that was used by Lady Gladys.
This serpent was the descendant of the sprite.
It swallowed the awakened goddess and sealed her.
Such a terrible, magical thing. As it was eyeing Lydia, motionless, it watched at her.
Must run.
The moment she thought of it, the serpent took aim and lounged at her.
With it’s fangs baring open in front of her, Lydia was immediately pushed to the ground.
However, she then heard the serpent drop in the thick patch of grass and a voice reached her ears as someone caught her arm and pulled her up.
“We must get out of here.”
Raven.
Grabbing Lydia’s arm, he began to run.
“Raven, how are you here ......”
“I should be the one asking that question, Miss Lydia. Is this not my dream?”
“A dream?”
Not before long, the two people reached a rundown cottage that looked like a pile of dried twigs.
“It should not be able to catch up here... probably.”
Raven said as he released Lydia’s arm, feeling apologetic.
“This cottage… Raven, is this also part your dream?”
“Well, perhaps......I feel I have seen this a long time ago. It appears I was here with my sister a few times before......but I cannot remember. My dream started from here.”
In the dream, Raven was always wandering in this same place. He wished to go back to Edgar’s side, but he couldn’t go back. Wanting to wake up but not being able to.
From here, going into the forest, that was when the little Carrion Crow and the serpent would appear. They always battled in front of Raven, but the serpent was always victorious. However, the serpent would then turn to aim towards Raven, to attack and eat him. The next moment, Raven would wake up. However, he did not actually wake up. In fact, it was only an illusion because he would return before this cottage again.
But, this time, Lydia appeared. Raven had gotten a good dream. For this was the first time it had changed.
“I was on my way to London by taking a fairy’s shortcut. However, it seems like I’ve gotten lost.”
“Is Lord Edgar alright?”
Lydia nodded as she thought. Raven couldn’t wake up because the sprite was in control of him after all.
Raven’s sprite was the who went ballistic on the London Bridge, so Raven was not in control of his own body. Since he was being imprisoned by Ulysses in that state, Lydia had no idea what had become of him.
However, since Raven had appeared at this place, he must still be controlled by the sprite that resided in his body.
“Oh, hey, you should come with me. Thatway, we may be able to leave here together.”
Lydia pulled atRaven’s hand.
“All right? You don't have to think about anything, and just hold onto my hand and follow me. Just act like your my servant, or something like that.”
“Understood. But still, holding hands with my master’s fiancee is unforgiveable.”
Raven wanted to discretely release his hand, but Lydia did not let go.
"This is an emergency. So even Edgar will not get angry.” If we don’t do this, we will surely be separated.
“.....What should I do?”
Raven looked very upset.
That man’s jealousy was like his sweet words of praise - both of them were used to woo women. There had been instances where he had deliberately shown jealousy to attract their attention. However, nothing was wrong with holding hands, right?
“Well, as long as you don’t say anything, he will not know.”
“I cannot hide anything from Lord Edgar.”
“Listen, if he is angry because of this kind of thing, then I misjudged him for he must truly be a wrongful man. What do you think, Raven? Is Edgar that kind of person?”
A little worried for a while, he sighed as he replied:
“No, he is not.”
The threat seemed to work.
“Right. Well then, let’s go.”
Lydia began to move.
Quietly, he followed after her. The Crow and the serpent didn’t seem as though they would appear either. Lydia’s determination to escape from there was very strong.
Shortly after, the overlapping branches ahead seemed to clear up, revealing a pale, lavender sky. A little further down the road, it became brighter.
And then, as if it was dawn, the lavender sky revealed a glimmering shimmer.
The way out must be nearby. However, as their surroundings gradually began to brighten, Raven’s footsteps began to slowly grow heavy.
“Hey, let’s hurry.”
However, he suddenly stopped and loosened Lydia’s hand.
“Raven?”
“......I’ve forgotten. I can no longer fight anymore. I hesitated to kill my master’s enemies.”
“Are you speaking of Ermine? Didn’t Edgar himself let you stop?”
“However, even slight confusion can lead to someone’s death. Therefore, I cannot control the sprite anymore. If it is like this, I will not be able to protect my master.”
As if the clouds dispersed around the sun in the sky, it became bright all around them. The scenery of luscious jungle-like forest suddenly disappeared.
Meanwhile, Raven’s form also seemed to start fading, turning pale.
If it continued, he could not wake up.
Panicked, Lydia reached out to him with her hand, but she could no longer touch him.
“Miss Lydia, if you see me in the real world, you absolutely must not approach me. Also, I must request a favor from you, tell Lord Edgar: ‘When my body’s taken over by the sprite, I can only see with my right eye, When the sprite goes berserk, the left side is my weakness. If you wish to beat me, you must.....”
“No, Raven! As long as you still have your human emotions, you are real and true. You are a warrior who can fight for Edgar!”
Despite her cries, it failed to stop him. Raven’s shadow suddenly disappeared.
At that moment, Lydia was standing in an unfamiliar place. A strange, wasteful garden.
She was aware that she was no longer in the forest. The overgrown weeds and bushes were not part of the disparate woods. Past the garden were standing, Romanesque columns.
Here, is this near London.. Or, because she lost her way, had she arrived to an unexpected place?
As she worried for the moment, she looked around and found a person’s shadow walking in between the stone columns.
She was only around Raven until now.
So, he must have returned so they could be together again. As Lydia thought happily, she ran forward. However, she noticed something was amiss. Suddenly, she stopped her footsteps.
He didn’t wear a coat and his necktie was loosened and tattered.
In order to avoid disgracing the name of Edgar’s entourage, Raven had always paid attention to his appearance.
Right now, this person was the real Raven, who was still under the control of the murderous sprite.
He held a knife in his hand.
Lydia immediately turned around to flee.
But, in the blink of an eye, he suddenly caught up behind her.
“Lydia, here!”
Then, she heard the sound of Edgar’s voice.
Where? With no time to turn and look around, an outstretched hand grabbed her into the bushes.
“Edgar......”
She fell right from his hands into his arms. Only this time did Lydia forget her usual, stubborn sense of shame.
Her cheek was desperately close to his chest. And because she was forced to cling to him, she really felt relieved in her heart.
“Edgar, I.....”
But, there was no time to talk at that moment. He immediately pushed Lydia to the back and pulled out his sword.
The Merrows’ sword caught Raven’s knife, the clash of their blades made a crisp, metallic sound.
In every possible effort to defend, Edgar finally managed to block Raven’s attack and push him back.
He then pulled Lydia’s hand and ran.
Raven’s speed was very fast. Was it not all in vain to try to escape? However, the place Edgar ran into were the tall, towering trees which woven into a labyrinth.
The trees grew unpredictably, completely obscuring the road. Running through it, they were be able to successfully escape from Raven tracking them. Then, with his sword, Edgar was slashing off small branches blocking their way, only moving forward.
Although she wasn’t able to hear footsteps catching up to them, Lydia couldn’t help but look back behind her a few times to see.
“Raven will get lost. He is not good at dealing with this kind of place.”
“Really?”
“Initially, when he was in the manor, he often lost his way.”
Edgar finally slowed down. As he walked steadily, he said.
“Well, what about you?”
“Me?”
“This maze. Normally, once you enter it, you cannot come out.”
Lydia was disturbed, but he continued to cut off the branches near their feet.
“As a child, my home had a garden maze. I used to go there in order to avoid my tutors' pestering and that little nagging aunt of mine.”
And to skillfully bring visiting noble young ladies out to play, after luring them away from their watchful maid servants. But, of course, he didn't say that out loud.
Lydia could have never imagined him behaving in that manner. In her mind, she saw an ordinary image of a young boy being naughty and mischievous. She smiled at the thought.
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