Trust

Chapter 8

"The hardest part was finding everything that I needed, the ingredients used for the spell were hard to find, some I even had to find alternatives for since it had been 1000 years since the spell was written and things were no longer able to be used or found. I had to run tests over and over again on smaller animals to see if possible ingredients would actually work. It took years of searching and testing until I believed that I had a shot at raising the dead, a shot at raising the leaders of both the watchers and admins of 1000 years ago. Why both you may be wondering, well if I wanted to start up the battle against both sides would need leaders fighting against each other. It took just less than two decades to prepare everything, including making this fake arm of mine. After all, I needed to find one that could still conduct watcher magic, it's also what I used to make a covering for my eye since I found that it in conjunction with a piece of glass imbued with magic could help me regain my watcher vision, sadly nothing could be done for my regular vision.

The reason why I even needed a fake arm was because of the spell. It required a body part of the species that you wanted to resurrect, and since I wanted to bring back around 10 different people. It was about a year ago when I finally managed to bring back my ancestor along with four other watcher leaders and five admin ones. There was cold blood at first, but that was to be expected, but I explained the situation and agreed to help make a plan to fix the society that was made. The plan was to bring back watchers and admins from previous years to start to create cracks in your defences before they finally made their moves and let society shatter. Luckily for me, they just kidnapped some random players to use to help with the resurrection spell so I didn't need to lose any more limbs. It took us just under a year before we finally made the first move. I have to admit it was my own bias that led one of the watcher generals 100 years ago to attack you, although I wasn't expecting you to be saved. Now your friend threw a curve ball at us but we coped. It was sad how your admin also saved you again when one admin went after you. If I'm being honest I'm glad you survived just so I could see you suffer with what was about to come.

We let each generation make up their own attack, it was interesting seeing how each generation handled the task given. My personal favourite was the one that changed reality, it seemed like it could've worked as well if it wasn't for your little friend again, and those blasted charms. I've enjoyed seeing how much you've suffered with the attacks, how they have affected just how much time you have with your player friends, the hermits right? You should know that what you have seen so far is only just the beginning, only around half the assets that we have available have been used and those were the weaker ones. The watchers and admins whose powers were diluted by the generations, if I were you I would be worried about the system you are a part of crumbling,"

Xelqua was in shock, he knew that Mirinn was involved with the events that were occurring but he didn't realise how big of a part he played, that he was the catalyst in the chain of dominos that were falling down. They had already had so many struggles with the attacks that had already happened, had to deal with so much and it was nothing next to what Mirinn said was yet to come. The weakest of the enemy was enough to take on the strongest of them. The worst part was that while each group of attackers had time to prepare and be filled with energy, they had to deal with attacks following each other, not leaving much time to be able to heal themselves. Mirinn was amused at the dread that was visible on Xelqua's face, it made him feel so great. As Xelqua was coming to terms with what he just heard he missed the light purple magic start to follow around Mirinn's fingers. "Xelqua as great as it was to see you again," Mirinn started, "I think it's time you said goodbye. For good!"

Xelqua raised his arms up to block his face up, there was nothing else he could do, he was defenceless. Mirinn's attack started to make its way over to where Xelqua was standing, and as the powerless watcher prepared for the worst, a red light glowed followed but a strong purple one. Astaria was standing in front of him, shield protecting both of them from the attack.

Astaria turned to him, "I'm sorry I couldn't get here sooner,"

"I'm just glad that you showed up when you did," Xelqua replied while trying to get his heart rate to go down.

Mirinn looked frustrated that his attack failed but a smirk soon grew on his face. "If it isn't your little friend," he started, "I'm surprised to see you here. I thought that attack on the enderman group with keep you occupied,"

"Mirinn, that's your name isn't it, it doesn't surprise me that you had a hand to play in everything that was going on. Unluckily for you, I kept an eye on Xelqua when I saw him go to the wall by Lyciris Isle," Astaria replied.

"You know Xelqua I'm surprised you are friends with this liar," Mirinn said, "From what I heard she has been telling you a bunch of half-truths and leaving you without plenty of useful information,"
Xelqua thought that he must be lying so he looked towards Astaria, who wasn't refuting anything. Mirinn continued, "Well I would even say that I know more about your friend than you do. Do you even know why she always seemed to keep a close eye on you specifically? Or what about why she won't mention her last name?"

"Mirinn, if you know me so well I assume you know just how much damage I can cause you," Astaria replied, again not saying that anything that Mirinn was saying was incorrect.

"You're right you would do so much more damage to me than I could do to you, luckily I have an easy escape route," Mirinn said.

A bright light of red then flashed, and Mirinn was no longer standing there. Xelqua was confused, upset and angry. If what Mirinn was saying was true, and since Astaria didn't say anything against it he assumed it was, how could he trust her if she didn't trust him?

WC~ 1153