shuhaige
Chapter 18
Chapter 18
Part 4
“Last night we found that it was more amazing than we knew. While we were asleep, Reggie and
Helemia managed to project their consciousness beyond Talia, and they went exploring, I guess. We
don’t know why, but Reggie contacted Kragorram. Kragorram was asleep at the time, so Reggie just
bumped into his psionic shields, and that might have been the end of it. However, Helemia detected a
Sylvan out in the mountains…”
He continued to relate the rest of what had occurred the night before.
“…so that’s where it stands right now. Between the adults and the kids, we’ve got about eleven
thousand combat capable Sylvan out there, but their god told them to leave us alone. If we’d have
found out about them any other way, I’d say we should just ignore them until the time-bubble comes
down, and let our gods deal with their God of Stealth then, and he can deal with his people. On the
other hand, he’s not here, and we know about them now, and since Helemia almost killed one of them
last night and we’ve got him unconscious at Yazadril’s place, they know we know about them. And,
they might not be very understanding about what Helemia did. Even if we tell them the truth of what
happened, they might not believe it. I probably wouldn’t if I was them.
“So, we’ve got a few issues to deal with here. We’re pretty sure we can keep Reggie and Helemia from
trying to get into anyone else’s mind, but if you feel anything strange that you think might be them, let
us know right away. They’ve been affected by their experience rather profoundly. They now think in
words and complete sentences. Unfortunately, Reggie thinks in Draconian, and Helemia thinks in a
Sylvan language called Blezogeth. Luckily enough, Talia and I learned that language when we were
training with Quewanak, but still, it’s been more than a little strange for all of us.
“To counter that, we’ve been staying deeply Linked with them at all times since they woke up this
morning, and we’ll keep that up until the influence of our personalities has countered what they got last
night.
“Kragorram, how are you doing?”
“My head no longer hurts, which is nice. Your son is still passively aware of me, psionicly speaking,
much as Povon is. He is not in my mind anymore, but he is constantly aware of where I am, and my
basic state of mind.
“After Povon cured my headache, I considered the experience quite carefully. I know that he meant me
no distress; he was just curious. He chose me because he likes me. When I disregard the unpleasant
aspects of the experience, I think it would have been a fine thing to share his Link if I had been aware
of what was happening at the time. I think he will have a character of great nobility, and I suspect that
he will have some talent with the crafting of items as well.”
“Ah. Well that’s good to know.” Mark nodded. “And now that you mention it, I can feel his awareness of
you through the Link. That’s weird, and amazing.”
“Uh, about these Sylvan.” Mark’s uncle Wittan said as he stepped up. “You’re saying that their god
makes them completely undetectable? So there could be one standing right here beside me, and I
wouldn’t even know it? How do we know they won’t be sneaking into our homes at night, pilfering our
possessions and causing who knows what trouble?”
“Damn, I’ve been so distracted with my kids that I didn’t even consider that.” Mark cursed.
“We’ll cast Wards around the settlement.” Yazadril announced. “And I will ensure that there are no
Sylvan inside the Wards when they are cast. They may be invisible and silent, but they still have
weight, their bodies still give off heat, and they can be detected by those with sufficient skill.
“The Wards will allow us to pass in and out, but not the Sylvan. Those going hunting, fishing, and
gathering should work in groups, and not take anything valuable with them when they go. We should
not allow any of our children beyond the Wards unaccompanied. Once the injured Sylvan is Healed he
can return to his people, and with any luck we and they can continue to ignore each other.
“As Mark said, once the time-bubble is ended, I’m sure the other gods will have things to say to the
Sylvan God of Stealth. Once they are aware of his existence, I doubt even he will be able to escape
their notice.”
Theramin spoke up. “Just to be on the safe side, the next few times we do combat training, we should
have Quewanak and Ria make up a few exercises to prepare us for an attack by a few thousand
invisible Sylvan.”
“Ha! They can’t be any tougher than the demons we’ve been fighting!” Dren laughed.
“All right.” Mark chuckled. “I think that deals with everything. But since it’s snowing outside and we’re all
here, we might as well stay and visit for a while. Besides, the kids look like they’re having too much fun
to want to leave!”
Mark was drawn into a game of badra by Nek and her friends, while Talia initiated a discussion about
raising psionicly active children with Equemev and two of her unicorn friends. The children had
accidentally discovered the Soft Landing spell Povon had cast on the floor, and were now all engaged
in running madly up Kragorram’s body from his tail to his head and jumping off, then running around to
do it again. Povon cast a blue glow on the Soft Landing spell so none of them would miss it, and was
watching closely while taking part in a conversation on tactics for combat against undetectable Sylvan.
Kragorram took part in that conversation as well, while patiently ignoring the children of three races
who were madly using him as a playground. Occasionally people left for an hour or so to tend to
livestock, but they all returned when they were done.
In the mid-afternoon Hilsith was in conversation with Sana while helping to prepare a huge evening
meal for everyone, since it seemed the spontaneous gathering would continue until sundown. Suddenly
she froze, and blurted; “He’s gone!”
“Who is?” Sana inquired, a bit alarmed at Hilsith’s expression.
“The Sylvan in my examination room! He should have remained sedated for hours yet, and I have
diagnostics constantly running on him, in case he had a setback while we were gone. But now he’s
gone! It’s like he just faded away to non-existence!
“Povon!” she called, turning to the center of the room. “Can you find the Sylvan we were treating?!” This content © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.
Povon closed her eyes and cast her awareness outward. “No. He slipped out of my awareness so
subtly that I didn’t notice it.”
“He’s still unconscious.” Talia announced, her eyes also closed. “He’s moving fast to the north-east
though, so his people must have come and taken him.”
“You can still detect him?” Povon asked in surprise.
“No, but Helemia can. As Reggie’s still passively aware of Kragorram, so she’s still aware of Vanakit
the Sylvan. But she’s losing him due to distance. I think she’ll still know what direction he’s in no matter
how far he goes, but she’s losing her reading of his distance and state of mind. Which is fine by me,
frankly. The farther he is from us, the better I’ll like it.”
“Do you think he’ll recover without your care?” Yazadril asked Hilsith.
“He should, mostly, but without further treatment, he’s sure to suffer side-effects.” she replied.
“Headaches, extreme sensitivity to psionics, personality changes, that kind of thing. He really was quite
badly injured, and though he’s mostly well now, it takes a long time to fully heal from that kind of thing
without a lot of expert care.”
“We can only hope his own people can finish his Healing for him, because I can’t see any benefit in us
trying to get him back just so we can finish it.” Mark declared.
“We’ll be back in a few minutes.” Nemia said as she gave Talia a quick kiss on her cheek. “I want to
check our home to make sure they didn’t disturb anything when they took him.”
She and Yazadril Translocated out, and when they returned they reported that nothing was missing or
broken. Yazadril then organized all the senior spell-casters in a co-operative effort to search the
settlement for any remaining Sylvan, and to cast the Wards around it without delay. That only took a
few minutes, then everyone went back to enjoying themselves.