There was a moment of silence as Jake thought. “So, what do we do?”
“I… do not think there is anything we can do. They have already seen the flames, so there would be no point in stopping them.” I said ruffling my feathers to break the tension in my wings.
“But…” Jake sighed, “You’re probably right. At this point it would probably just be more suspicious to stop.” Jake rubbed his hands over his face and leaned his head back for a moment. “Suma, I know a bit about the Vikings from my world’s history, but what do your people know about them? Is there anything else I should try to avoid doing?”
“What do you mean?”
“Like the purple flames, are there any other defining traits I shouldn’t do? Things that would make people think I was a Viking.”
“Um… a few things I suppose, but there were so many legends and myths from that period about what a Viking is, and what they could do, might be a dozen different things, depending on the country.”
“Okay, let’s start with the simple stuff first.” He suggested. I took some time and explained what I could remember from what I had learned or heard over the years. It was not much more than what he already knew though.
“Chaos Magic, purple spells, and incredibly powerful… is that really the extent of what your people remember?” He asked.
“I am sure there is more, but I am also sure that I do not know it.” I explained. Jake leaned against one of the surrounding trees, seemingly in deep thought.
“You said other countries have different views of Vikings right? Can you tell me about those?”
“I only heard about it from my father, so I am not sure how reliable it will be.” I told him.
“It’s fine, I’m just curious.”
“Well, when my father was young, he once traveled to the Island of Sangu; this was before it fell to the Southern Union. He was a merchant’s assistant at the time, and that meant he would travel to different countries to trade goods. He told me that the Roshia, that is what the people of the island call themselves, were once visited by angry gods they called Viki, beings created by the Chaos Dragon to sow terror into them until his return.”
“And they were the Vikings?” Jake asked.
“My father thought so,” I explained.
“So, what happened?”
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“My father eventually left the island and-”
“No, I mean what happened to the Roshia?”
“Oh, I do not know. I was young when he told me about them, so he probably left out most of the story.” Jake sighed.
“I know about the Viki.” A voice from behind suddenly announced surprising both Jake and myself. I beat my wings furiously and ended up losing control of myself midair and fell on my back. At the same time, I heard Jake shout, a loud thwack and a thud, followed by groan. I turned to see what happened after regaining my composure and saw Jake kneeling on the ground holding the back of his head. A low hanging branch had been almost completely snapped off the tree he was leaning against. “My apologies, I did not mean to frighten you.” The voice said. They fluttered down from the branch they were resting on and landed beside us; it was Von-Pac. “Are you okay Sir Jake?” He asked.
“I’m-” he rubbed the back of his head and winced, “-fine. I just hit my head when I jumped back.”
“Von-Pac, what are you doing here?” I wondered.
“I… I was... uh-” he looked uncomfortable. The feathers on his head were up slightly, and his besmears were just slightly brighter. “What I was doing was unimportant. But I do know about the Viki if you are interested.”
“How do you know about them?” Jake asked standing back up.
“My family used to visit the Island of Sangu during the winters. The cold was not as harsh there, so it was more bearable.”
“Okay, so what do you know?” Jake asked. We quietly listened as Von-Pac told us a story.
“Just a few years after the Ravaging, the Roshia were able to restore peace to their island. It was one of the few places that the Chaos Dragon had not visited yet in his rampage, so while they were affected, it was mostly from indirect methods like disturbed weather patterns or fewer fish.”
“The Roshia eat fish?” I asked disgusted.
“Yes, it is actually rather delicious if prepared right, but back to the point. One day, a sea-flyer like they had never seen before appeared on the horizon. From it the Viki came. At first, they avoided them at all costs. The Viki settled on the island’s furthest point, deep in the wilds of the forest, so seeing them was rare. However, one day a Neame, whose name was lost to history, approached the Viki and attempted to drive them off the island with his magic. The Viki did not take kindly to this… You see, the Roshia believe that the Chaos Dragon chose to spare them for their good nature, and sent a portion of his soul to live with them. But when they attacked the Viki, it angered the Chaos Dragon, so he empowered them to strike down their arrogant and evil hearts.”
“But I thought the Chaos Dragon was the bad guy?” Jake asked confused.
“He is,” I confirmed.
“The Roshia are a… strange people, with unusual beliefs.”
“So let me see if I have this straight, the Roshia believe the Chaos Dragon gave the Vikings, or Viki, its power as a way to punish them?” Jake asked.
“Indeed.” Von-Pac said.
“It is an interesting story, but unfortunately it does not help us much.” I said disappointed. “Did the stories mention the Viki preferring or utilizing any special and easily identifiable magical techniques that Jake should avoid?”
“Not to my knowledge, other than Death Magic and other forms of Chaos Magic anyway.” Von-Pac said.
“Thanks anyway Von-Pac, it was an interesting story. It’s weird hearing all these alternate histories of your world and mine, cool though.”
“I am sorry I could not be of more assistance.”
“It’s okay, but I do have another question for you.” Jake said.
“Yes?”
“You were on your way to see Vindicta weren’t you?” Jake’s tone of voice was teasing, almost mocking really. Von-Pac answered Jake’s question, not with words but by silently turning and flying away.
“They make a cute pairing.” I joked and Jake laughed.