LRAB Chapter 52: A name of his own
Chapter 52: A name of his own
Chapter 52: A name of his own
Youre lucky you arent part of my troops, Dame Vesuvia went on. Rushing towards a chainling with that level of training. If it wasnt for the Cleric, youd have been a pile of charred flesh.
Dallion kept quiet. Hed only been part of the hunting party for several days, and already he felt like some things never changed. After the fighting was over, several people had received praise from the Dame as well as some monetary rewards. It came as no surprise for Gloria to be in that group, though Dallion was somewhat annoyed that Veil was part as well. In contrast, Dallion got another earful. Then again, things could have gone far worse.
Eleven soldiers had been killed during the fight, as well as five volunteerscrushed by the flaming debris. That composed roughly half of the party. Among the survivors, a third had sustained from minor to serious injuries.
What did you think you could achieve?
I already achieved it, Dallion wanted to say. Common sense, though, kept his mouth shut.
Theres a saying where I come from. Vesuvia narrowed her eyes. Luck goes to those that least deserve it.
Dallion thought not to snort. This was supposed to be good luck? Dallion was supposed to be starting collegea blissful life of learning and partying. Instead, he ended up in a forgotten medieval village with a mini-tyrant set on sealing the powers of everyone who wasnt immediate family. Not to mention that he had been temporarily drafted to hunt some unknown monster with the ability to set people and objects on fire. Yes, lucky indeed.
You better not be expecting any reward.
No, maam, Im not.
The woman arched a brow.
I meant no, Dame. Nobility titles were all so confusing.
Thats what Ive been told. Repeatedly.
Well, it isnt. Its just an ace in the sleevegood to have, but it wont get you anywhere if not used properly. Havoc moves closer. Youre a peasant, he whispered. The Dame is a noble and a member of the Order. Treating you as an equal for no reason is out of the question. Compliments can only be given through shouting and grumbling. The fact that youre being yelled at, means they see potential in you, possibly enough to treat you as an equal one day.
You think thats possible?
Three things can thrust you in the midst of nobilitymoney, skill, and lineage. Youre not a merchant, and you dont have the lineage, but after what I saw right now, you might have the skills. Youve a long way to go, though. Before anything, you must fully awaken. Then you must make a name for yourself. After that, who knows.
Make a name for myself. That had a nice ring to it. Way better than college. Only now did it dawn on Dallion that there was a whole world out there ready for the taking. He didnt have to go back to the village. He could ask the Dame to become a soldier, or if not accompany the group to some city. The village elder couldnt stop him nowwith the echo destroyed he had no power.
Keep in mind, though. The higher you climb, the more dangerous youll get. See him? Havoc glanced at the Cleric. Since the battle, the albino had been tending to the wounded. The insignificant amount of magic he had seemed to work pretty well on minor wounds. He was born with magic, so he thought hed rise in the world. He got a lot of attention when he was fifteen, enough to get him a decade of prison and his name removed from existence. He was lucky that the Order took him in. Others werent.
Damn! Not for a moment had Dallion expected the cleric to have been in trouble. Havoc, surethe bear-like man just screamed convict. His knowledge far exceeded his awakening level. The Cleric, though
He was forbidden to use his name? Dallion asked.
No, his name doesnt exist anymore. It was taken out of every book and mind. No one could remember it, and even if they did, theyd never be able to utter it. Havocs voice got darker. Anyway, enough dark thoughts. Were supposed to celebrate. He shoved a half-empty waterskin in Dallions hands. Drink up. Theres no telling when youll have the chance.
Yeah, sure.
A name of my own, Dallion took a sip. Is that the way to go?