5 Will you Rise and Join the Battle? (1/2)
Chapter 5: Will you Rise and Join the Battle?
Dawn was nearing, as they arrived onto the grassy fields of the cemetery. Black wings flapped, as Nye had set Miles down. She landed, pacing ahead of him to the entrance. However, Miles noticed the rain beginning to trickle down, as well as the mist rolling in amongst them.
”Nye?...” Miles spoke up, slightly. ”Is the weather always this... gloomy?”
”Typically.” Nye replied, as she began heading down the stair case.
”H-hey, wait up!” Miles growled, rushing after her.
Torches lit the halls as the duo pressed deeper into the underground portion of the cemetery. Many reapers loomed around, staring with their hollow eyes.Miles kept close to Nye, who remained unfazed. The two reached Lenault's chambers, with spiderwebs clinging overheard.
”Lenault!” Nye called, in somewhat of an annoyed tone.
Appearing from smoke, the apparition stood behind Nye and Miles. ”Seems someone isn't in too jovial of a mood.”
Nye turned to him, with a bored expression. ”No shit Sherlock.” She crossed her arms. ”You failed to mention ALL the details about these abilities of the ring.”
”Oh, did I?” Lenault played coy.
Nye raised a brow, as Miles kept near her. ”I still don't trust this guy.” Miles stated, softly.
Lenault chuckled in amusement. ”Dear me, did I strike a nerve somewhere? Nyghtmare, care to explain what this is about?”
”You never said anyone else could see these 'memories'.” Nye stated.
Len's lips curled, ”Well now, you're getting the hang of the confabulation I see. You're doing rather exceptional.”
Nye looked seriously to Lenault. ”Explain.”
”My my, so eager. Nyghtmare, you merely forced a memory to your mind, doing so while making contact with a person connected to your previous incarnation. It's called a shared memory, my dear. Not even your father could do that whilst he was under me.” Lenault said slyly.
”Shared memory?” Miles looked confused.
”Moreover, I'm fairly interested to why you never mentioned this, and to why you're only now just bringing up my father. Talk about being cloak and dagger.” Nye added.
”So MANY questions...” Lenault approached them, with his hands to his coat pockets. ”If I told you all the secrets, then it wouldn't be fun anymore. Things such as that can get a fellow into trouble. It is also partially the blame to why your father's as dead as me.” Lenault chuckled devilishly.
”You don't say... Well.Assuming you're not going to give me any information on either case, I think we'll be leaving.” Nye was unamused, turning from him.
”Now, don't be hasty. I'm curious to know more about this particular memory.” Lenault smirked.
Nye stopped, with a sigh. ”Of course you are... As per not knowing about forcing memories out prior, I unknowingly did such with that of a Dream Weaver, trying to get further knowledge how he was connected to my past.”
”Further? So you survived an encounter with such a blighted thing? You're proving very worthy of you're title, my dear. However, whatever be the reminiscence, I wouldn't be able to translate the memory, that is up to you. Nevertheless, I do believe it would be wise to seek out this Dream Weaver once more. He might prove to be a useful asset.” Lenault looked to Nye, with enjoyment.
”Are you crazy?! That guy tried to kill Nye! Not to mention, he's a wanted criminal.” Miles retorted.
”Sharp tongue, pussy cat... Clearly you've never sought out alliances before. Sometimes to do some good, you got to seek out the bad guys. 'Enemy of my enemy is my friend.' If life gives you lemons, make lemon-aid, instead of complaining that they're not oranges. It's that simple.” Lenault glanced slightly to Miles, with a smirk.
”W-Wha?...” Miles looked confused, and taken off guard.
Nye carefully observed the two, seeming in thought. ”Before I decide who I am to ally myself with, I need to know if I can trust them. For now, I am not making any decisions on this Dream Weaver until I know who he is, and what's going on in his head.”
”Risk is often necessary with how an army functions... If I was in you're shoes, I wouldn't let myself get distracted with such fears. You could be missing out on an opportunity that could increase your forces.” Lenault seemed more serious.
”Again, I am not making any decisions on the matter until after further investigation. Risk may be something that inevitably comes down the line. However, there's a reason that you're dead, and I'm not.” Nye turned from Lenault. ”Miles.” She said, walking off.
Miles followed after her, as Lenault stared to Nye as she vanished from sight, with displeased eyes. ”You are far too much like that mother of your's, Nyghtmare....” He muttered, vanishing into smoke.
Nye and Miles reach the exit of the cemetery, Nye ahead of the Leashed.
”Nye...” Miles spoke up.
”...Your worry is misplaced, I'm quite alright.” Nye had her back to him, as the cat stared her way.
”You're not thinking about going after that creep again, are ya?” Miles inquired, with his ears drooping.
”...That is neither here no there. I already spoke my mind on the matter.” Nye replied with a brief delay.
”Words like that aren't very reassuring.” Miles pouted in annoyance.
”You still doubt me, no matter... Let's be out our way, shall we?” Nye glanced back.
Miles sighed, ”...”
”AAAAIIIIEEEEE!!!”Came a sudden blood-curdling scream from the distance.
Both Miles and Nye looked towards it. Miles cowered slightly, ”We're not going to play hero... and go find out where that scream c-came from... are we?”
Nye began heading towards it. ”No one ever said anything about being a hero, Miles. Remember, we are still looking into where this undisclosed location is hidden.”
”... R-Right.... (I was afraid she was going to say that...)” Miles muttered, uneasily.
Deeper in the depths of the nearby forest, a young purple skinned, cyclops girl was surrounded by Templar soldiers.
”Seems a little fiend wandered into our camp, blokes.” One the the Templar smirked.
”An ugly one even, tsk.” Scoffed another Templar.
”Have mercy.....” the child sulked, with tears trailing down her cheeks.
”Argh-!!” Cried out one of the Templar in the back.
A sword had been impaled through him, and pulled out roughly. The body fell to the ground, blood escaping the gash of the lifeless corpse. The other Templar turned in panic, seeing Nye standing there, with her bloodied blade. Her aura was flowing around her.
”That aura... Is that-!?” Gasped a Templar.
”A-A-An Amygdala!?” Trembled one of the other Templar.
”...I've never seen one up this closebefore....” Another gulped.
”Worse things happen at sea men. This broad is but only one foe. Have you forgotten these things travel in solitude? One day we'll laugh at this, so get a grip men. This bitch just committed capital treason. It's our duty as Templar to slay demons who go against the order of the Grand Master.” Spoke up a higher ranked Templar, with his weapon drawn.
”Actions speak louder than words.” Nye looked to the leader sharply, with provoking eyes.
He looked angrily to Nye, ”Execute this blundering banshee!”
”SER!” The Templar exclaimed, rushing at Nye from all corners.
As one drew close, Miles leapt from a nearby tree, kicking the Templar back to the ground with his sword drawn. It stabbed into them, with blood splattering slightly. Miles pulled his blade from the chest cavity of the Templar, letting it drop, as he looked to the foes from his crouched position.
”SHE'S NOT ALONE!!” cried out a fearful Templar.
”(An Amygdala who has aid from a damned leashed...) Neutralize both of them!!” The commanding Templar ordered, with spit flying from his angered lips.
Nye and Miles prepared to take on the small army. One by one, the Templar forces launched at them, swords and other weapons clashing as the sparks flew from the sturdy metallic blades. Nye whirled her chain from her wraith-edge, scattering the wall of red and white colored knights. Miles got back to back with her, keeping his right hand griped tight to his white katana.
”I really hope you-” Miles began, slashing back a Templar, exhaling with the impact. ”-Have a plan!”
”Just follow my lead.” She gripped her blade. Nye leapt from where she stood, flying at the foes as she spreads her black wings.
The Wraith-edge swung, hurling the Templar units backwards. The force casts off an eerie aura, erupting from the ground, as if it were purple flames. Miles followed up behind her, swinging his katana at the shin of a nearby Templar, with the armored foe crashing to the ground roughly.
A Templar engaged him from behind, but Miles quickly somersaulted out of the way. He landed to the dirt, rushing with blade in tow. The Templar rushed his directions as well, but Miles leapt onto their back, stabbing downward. The body collapsed as blood trailed like streams of water from the corpse. Yet another Templar came for Miles, but the chain of Nye's blade, lassoed around their neck, thrusting them across the field, into a tree trunk hard.
Nye landed, her eyes looming to the last standing Templar, the one calling the shots. ”Are you quite done with the rodomontade behavior? You really should suit the action to the word, and the word to the action.”
”Your kind is less than worthless, both of you lot! Come at me! I'll kill you waste of flesh MYSELF!” The man spat out, as he readied his weapon.
Dust picked up, as the man lunged at Nyghtmare and her companion. Nye in turn, rushed towards the Templar, clashing blades furiously. Miles kept back, as the metallic weapon slashed back and forth like a dance of death. Sparks flew, but no blow had connected yet, then when it wasn't expected, the Templar struck Nye's cheek, with a slight part of hair being cut with her face flesh. Nye took this opportunity to elbow him in the stomach, knocking the Templar back slightly.