Obsidian Trilogy

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Oh, not again. First Orion, Meralli’s descendant, made that face at learning Kan’s name, now Edna.

 

“Yes. Does this name mean something special to you?” he raised his scar-crossed brow.

“Max’s master had the same name,” the girl lowered her eyes, then raised them again. “But it can’t be you, right? How old are you?”

“I’m twenty-one,” said Kangassk. He saw no harm in her knowing that, so he was honest.

“Max is fifteen. No, you are too young…” Edna shook her head.

“Oh well, must’ve been my namesake then.” Kan shrugged.

“Hey, I have a question too!” That was Orion. He crossed the tiny room and dropped on the floor beside the girl. “Your Max, what’s he like?”

“I won’t talk to you,” said the girl, an open disgust in her voice, “pirate!”

“Oh wow, oh wow! You’ve hurt my feelings, young lady!”

 

Edna found his clowning around not amusing, to put it mildly. Behind his back, Ainan Smalt covered his face with his palm. Kangassk barely held himself from the same gesture. Orion was unfazed by all that. He kept talking.

 

“So very smart of you! Bravo. How did you guess, I wonder?” The false naivete in his voice was infuriating, to say the least.

“I’m not blind,” said Edna, her voice ice cold, her gaze full of hate. “You’re dressed like a man who robs corpses often. And wears their clothes.”

“Touchée,” Orion showed his open palms in a surrendering gesture. “But let’s forget about me for a moment. It’s my master that is interesting, after all! You know, his name is Kangassk as well. What a curious coincidence, right? And your Max… hmm, let’s see… He is tall for his age, has dark curly hair and brown eyes, wears a katana without a handguard…” He paused, thinking. “He’s a short-fused kind of guy. Can be reckless sometimes but always regrets it afterwards. Also, he thinks himself a poet. But I doubt that he would show his poems to someone like you…”

 

Well, that did hit a nerve.

 

“Of course he did!!!” she shouted, clenching her fists.

“Got you!” Orion snapped his fingers, victorious, and turned to Kangassk. “I know the guy. It’s Milian. Why would he change the name…”

“I hate you!” Edna spat out, literally. Orion caught the spit mid-flight with his open palm and showed it to the girl. His reward was seeing her gag in disgust.

 

“Orion, please, leave,” Kangassk asked him. The pirate obeyed. “Listen, Edna… About what I said. I swear I will help you if you help me.”

“What do you want?” she crossed her arms on her chest and looked away.

“Aster the daughter of stars is dying now. Of your poison,” Kangassk explained, very patiently. “The best mages are keeping her alive but they can’t save her unless I give them a recipe or at least a name of the poison.”

“Oh, but aren’t you an Apprentice?” Edna gave him a cruel sneer. “Just do some cool magic and save the day.”

“You don’t understand,” said Kan softly. “To heal, with medicine or magic, you must know WHAT to heal, you must have a target. Without the target, all you can do is keep the patient alive to buy yourself some time for finding it.”

“He is right.” That was Ainan. “And this is especially important when poisons are involved. Lady Aster’s case is very difficult. We are helpless unless you give us a hand.”

“Please, Edna!” Kangassk put his other knee down as well. “I beg you!”

 

He thought that it would be easy, the begging. After all, hadn’t he often begged his master not to beat him when he was a child? And hadn’t it even worked sometimes... But it was hard now, gut-wrenching. Kan had not the slightest idea why.

 

"Please," he repeated with all sincerity he had in his heart. "Lady Aster is not your enemy either."

"Stand up!" Edna's voice was shaky, with a mere shadow of her former defiance. "And find me something to write on. I'll give you the recipe. "

 

Kangassk didn't have his journal on him but, luckily, Ainan found a crumpled sheet of paper and a stub of a pencil in his pockets. The paper was his exam cheat sheet.

 

“Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone,” whispered Kan into the mage’s ear as they stood aside, watching Edna write.

Ainan nodded with a sigh of relief.

 

Finally, the recipe was ready.

 

Venenum stellarum

 

Jogg palustris – rhisoma cum radicibus – 20x

– semen – 12x

– folia – 12.5x

Barba nemesidae – herba – 6x

Lorica volarica – radix – 2x

– flores – 5x

Regium cattae – cortex – 7x

– strobili – 3x

Papaver algidum – flores – 2.5x

– cormus – 8x

– semen – 2x

Cucumis sanguisorbus – fructus – 1x

Puer unoculus – fructus – 5x

Virus lunae – herba – 5x

Rosa palustris – oleum – 9x

 

“I didn’t create the recipe, it was given to me. Same with the ingredients,” said Edna. “So you’ll have to solve the puzzle yourself, boys.”

“Ainan… give me a hand here, will you?” Kangassk turned to the young mage helplessly.

“Ah, well…” he cleared his throat. “The first one is burngrass, some swamp variety. The others I’ve never seen before. Sorry.”

“Edna, we’ll have to leave you for a while,” said Kan. “But I will return for you. I promise.”

 

The girl crossed her hands on her chest and gave him an uncomfortably long look. Beads of cold sweat appeared on Kangassk’s brow. For a moment, he felt like a helpless bug under a huge magnifying glass. And then... then the girl looked away, letting him go. The feeling was his alone. Neither Orion nor Ainan had noticed anything unusual.

 

Kangassk stood up and carefully folded the precious recipe.

 

“I’m sorry, but I’ll have to quench the Liht before I go,” he said to Edna. “This room is full of flammable stuff.”

“Don’t worry, I’m not afraid of the dark,” Edna smiled, her gaze following Kan, studying him, and added, meaningfully, “Apprentice.”


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Drawing all those ingredients was as fun as naming them was all those years ago when I was a biology student.
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You have a way with words that is nothing short of extraordinary in a second language. Your prose is simple and unprepossessing with a curious lilting quality that somehow matches the artwork.
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