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The Trades
Chapter 15

Chapter 15

A dim, flickering torch cast eerie shadows on the dank stone walls of the hidden chamber. The air was heavy with the scent of damp earth and stale incense, suffocating in its confinement. James stood with his back to the wall, feeling the cold seep through his clothes, while his heart thumped wildly in his chest.

"Any moment now," The Duke whispered, his voice barely audible above the sound of their collective breathing. His eyes were peering through the wall where Thartis sat with the flame. Felix paced back and forth in the tiny space, his fingers tapping an anxious rhythm against his thigh, while Cassie knelt on the ground, her hands folded in silent prayer.

"Easy, Felix," James said, trying to steady himself as much as his companion. "We've come this far, we just need to hold out a little longer."

"Sorry," Felix replied, running a hand through his curly hair. "It's just... well, you know how I get when things are up in the air like this." He flashed a quick, nervous smile, but it failed to mask the fear lurking behind his eyes.

"Your music has got us through some dark times, and your mind is sharper than anyone I know and you are my friend," James reassured him. "Now is no different. Just remember that we're all here together, facing whatever comes our way."

"James is right," Cassie added, rising gracefully from her kneeling position. Her blue eyes shone with determination. "Thartis will speak to the dark forces soon enough, and we'll be one step closer to understanding what's going on. We have each other, and we'll face whatever comes next."

The tension in the room remained palpable, despite their encouraging words. Each of them knew the danger they faced in attempting to communicate with the dark forces, yet they also understood the necessity of the task at hand.

As if on cue, the room that Thartis was in flared but the light seemed to darken the room. His face was stern and set in determination. Their time had come.

"My liege, of course?" Thartis asked the flame, his voice low and cautious.

"Ready as we'll ever be," James replied, trying to project confidence he didn't entirely feel. "Let's get started."

James and The Duke crouched near the spyhole, their muscles taut with anticipation as they peered into the dimly lit room where Thartis sat before a fire that seemed to suck the life and energy out of the room. The flames flickered wildly, casting eerie shadows onto the walls and reflecting in Thartis' eyes as he stared deeply into the inferno.

"Look at his eyes," James whispered to The Duke, who shifted uncomfortably in their cramped space. "He's becoming entranced. That's our signal."

"Are you sure?" The Duke questioned, his eyes narrowing as he observed Thartis' unwavering stare.

"Positive," James replied, his voice firm yet hushed. "It's time for Felix to do his part."

As if sensing their cue, Felix took a deep breath and gingerly approached the scrolls laid out before him, his fingers hovering over the strings of his lute. He glanced back at James, silently seeking reassurance.

"Remember," James said softly, catching Felix's eye. "His communication with the dark forces seems to be mental, not verbal. You need to tap into that mental connection and transcribe whatever images and words come to your mind."

Felix nodded solemnly, understanding the gravity of the task at hand. His fingers began to pluck at the lute strings, coaxing forth a haunting melody that seemed to resonate within the very air itself. As the music enveloped them all, James could see Thartis' expression shifting, his gaze locked onto the fire as if it held the secrets of the universe.

James watched intently, his heart pounding in his chest as Felix continued to play. He knew that any moment now, the mental onslaught would begin, and they would be one step closer to understanding the dark forces at work. But as the moments ticked by, he couldn't shake the gnawing feeling that something was amiss.

"James," Felix murmured, his voice trembling. "I can see...images, but they're...jumbled, disorienting."

"Focus," James urged him, his eyes locked on Thartis' entranced form. "Try to find a pattern, something that makes sense."

Felix's brow furrowed in concentration as he continued to play, sweat beading on his forehead. The images and words he began to transcribe were disjointed and chaotic, but James knew that somewhere within the cacophony lay the truth they sought.

"Keep going," he encouraged Felix, his own hands clenched into fists at the mounting tension. "We're almost there."

Suddenly, Thartis let out a guttural moan, his body convulsing violently as he clutched at his temple. Felix's eyes widened in alarm, the music faltering for a moment before he forced himself to continue playing. The pain etched on their faces was unmistakable; whatever force had grasped hold of their minds was vicious and unrelenting.

"James," Cassie whispered urgently, her blue eyes filled with concern. "They're in pain! What are we going to do?"

"Thartis is under attack," James gritted his teeth, his mind racing to find a solution. "Felix, too. We need to break the connection without losing the information."

"Can you do that?" the Duke asked, worring creasing his brow.

"I'll try," James replied, determination flaring in his chest. He signaled for the Duke and Cassie to assist Thartis while he rushed over to Felix.

"Keep playing," he told Felix through clenched teeth, his hands hovering above the lute as if ready to wrest it away at a moment's notice. "But try to detach yourself from the mental onslaught. Focus only on the images and words, not the pain."

Felix nodded, sweat pouring down his face as he struggled to maintain control. His fingers flew across the lute strings even faster, as if trying to outrun the pain.

"Detach… focus…" Felix gasped between strained breaths, and James could see his friend fighting to keep up with his instructions. A myriad of images started to appear on the scrolls.

Meanwhile, the Duke held his gaze on Thartis, murmuring words of encouragement as Cassie placed her small, glowing hands on Felix's forehead. The healing energy she summoned flowed into him like a soothing balm, easing some of the pain and tension wracking his body.

"Almost there, Felix," James urged, watching as the bard's eyes began to glaze over from the strain. "Just a little longer."

With one final, desperate chord, Felix wrenched himself free of the connection, collapsing to the ground in exhaustion. The transmission was broken.

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"Thank you," Felix whispered hoarsely, his face pale and drawn. "I don't know if I could've held on much longer."

"You did well," James praised him, helping him sit up. "Now let's get this information to the Library, where it belongs."

As Cassie dashed in to the sell where Thartis slumped in chair he was chained to, James and Felix prepared to embark on their crucial mission to the Library, armed with the knowledge they had so painstakingly extracted. Though the ordeal had been taxing and dangerous, they now possessed the key to unraveling the dark forces at play, and that made every ounce of pain worth enduring.

The Duke's muscular hands moved quickly, smothering the fire with a heavy, damp cloth. The once crackling flames were snuffed out, leaving only a thin trail of smoke that curled up into the musty air. Thartis' body convulsed, dark tendrils of smoke seeping from his nose and mouth as he struggled for breath.

"Stay with us, Thartis," Cassie murmured, her gentle voice filled with determination. Her slender fingers danced over his sweat-slicked skin, glowing with the healing energy that she channeled into him. The dark smoke swirling around them seemed to be drawn into her like a whirlpool, Cassie begin purifying it as she worked her magic.

"James!" came a sharp whisper, Leone's tense voice cutting through the dim atmosphere. The tall, lithe warrior stood at the entrance to the confined space, her brow furrowed in concern. "One of the guards is acting strangely. He's been...different since we started this ritual. I think he needs to be restrained."

"Damn," James muttered under his breath, his eyes flicking between Thartis and the others. He knew they had little time to spare, but the safety of the team was paramount. "Alright, Leone. Restrain the guard and keep him isolated. We can't afford any more surprises."

"Understood," Leone replied with a terse nod, disappearing back into the darkness, her footsteps barely making a sound.

"Thartis," Cassie whispered, her voice firm yet gentle. "Focus on my voice. Let it guide you back, away from the pain."

Thartis' breathing began to slow, the violent tremors wracking his body gradually subsiding as Cassie's healing powers took effect. The last remnants of the dark smoke dissipated, leaving behind an air of clarity and relief.

"Thank you, Cassie," Thartis managed to croak, his voice weak but filled with gratitude. "I... I thought I was lost."

"Your strength brought you back, Thartis," she reassured him, offering a small, comforting smile. "We're here for each other, always."

"Indeed," the Duke chimed in, his deep voice steady and reassuring. "Together, we can face any challenge that comes our way. I will have to keep you here for a little while just to ensure your safety."

James nodded, his gaze sweeping over his team – these brave, selfless individuals he had come to trust with his life. Their unwavering loyalty and determination were a testament to their bond, forged in the fires of countless battles.

"Stay vigilant," James instructed, his thoughts shifting to the task at hand. "We need to keep an eye on the guards and make sure this doesn't happen again. Meanwhile, Felix and I will take the information we've gathered and act on it."

"Be careful, James," Cassie cautioned, her blue eyes filled with concern.

"Always am," he replied with a half-smile, masking his own apprehension. As they dispersed to carry out their respective tasks, James couldn't help but feel the weight of responsibility bearing down on him. He knew the stakes were high, and failure wasn't an option. But together, as a united force, they would prevail against the darkness. They had to.

Felix's eyes, filled with gratitude, met James'. The bard clasped his friend's hand firmly. "I can't thank you enough, James. If it weren't for you, I don't know what would have happened."

"Hey, we're a team," James responded, his voice steady and reassuring. "That's what we do – we look out for each other."

"True," Felix agreed, his mischievous smile returning as he released James' hand. "But still, your quick thinking saved the day. Now, about this information we've gathered... I think we should bring the notes to the Library at once. Who knows what secrets they may reveal? I will meet you there sorry this form is a bit tired." As Felix once more seemed to fade away.

The idea made sense, though, and time was of the essence. "Alright," he nodded. "You and I will head there immediately. Cassie, you continue healing Thartis. Duke, Leone, make sure the restrained guard is dealt with properly."

"Understood," the Duke acknowledged, determination etched on his face.

Cassie gave a gentle nod, her blue eyes never leaving Thartis as she continued her healing work.

"Be careful, you two," she called out as James prepared to leave, not noticing Felix had vanished.

"Always am," James replied, his thoughts racing with potential scenarios and solutions. He knew that every second counted in their pursuit of answers.

With that, the team dispersed to carry out their respective tasks, their hearts heavy with the knowledge that every step took them deeper into the unknown.

As he walked, James' mind raced with the possibilities of what they might find in the Library, and how it could be the key to saving not only Thartis, but also the entire realm. But he couldn't afford to get lost in those thoughts – not yet. For now, all that mattered was getting there, and uncovering the truth.

Together a united force against the darkness that threatened them all.

The stale, musty air of the Library greeted James as he pushed open the heavy wooden doors. The room was dimly lit by flickering candles, casting long shadows on the towering shelves filled with ancient tomes and scrolls. The scent of old parchment and leather-bound books hung thick in the air, heavy with secrets waiting to be discovered.

"Where do we even begin?" Felix murmured, as the much older and now very tired form came down the stairs.

"Start where it feels right," James suggested, as his arms where full of the scroll that Felix used during the transmission. "Are you okay, you left these behind." Felix gave a tired nod.

As they began their reading, their footsteps muffled by the thick carpet of dust underfoot, James found himself lost in thought. He recalled his days as a youth in Africa where he honed his skill to make quick decisions based on limited information. In those moments, instinct often proved more valuable than logic. Trusting that same instinct now, he pulled the book from the shelf, feeling its weight in his hands.

"Look at this," he said, drawing Felix's attention. They both leaned over the aged pages, squinting to decipher the ornate script. As they studied the text, a sense of urgency began to build within them, like a coiled spring ready to snap.

"It's a map," Felix whispered, dull exhaustion in his eyes. "A map of ley lines – the magical pathways that crisscross our world." "Yes but compare it to the map in this book that you had here in the library."

"Those dark forces Thartis spoke to…" James trailed off, realization dawning. "They could be using these ley lines to channel their power."

"Exactly!" Felix agreed, his voice hushed yet animated. "If we can trace their path, we might be able to cut them off at the source."

"Then let's get to work," James said, determination etched in every line of his face.

The duo dove into their task, feverishly poring over the map and cross-referencing it with other books and scrolls. Hours passed without notice, the weight of their mission pressing upon them.

"James," Felix said suddenly, his voice strained. "I think I found something."

"What is it?" James asked, moving closer to examine the passage Felix had discovered.

"An ancient ritual," Felix explained, his eyes wide with apprehension. "It seems these dark forces are attempting to open a portal – one that could unleash untold devastation upon our world."

"Then we have no time to lose," James replied, his heart pounding like a drum in his chest. He could feel the stakes rising, the tension mounting around them like an oppressive fog.

"Agreed," Felix said, gathering the notes they had taken. "We need to warn the others and prepare for what's coming."

As they hurriedly left the Library, laden with the knowledge they had uncovered, James couldn't help but feel a flicker of hope amidst the encroaching darkness. They had a chance – slim though it may be – to thwart the evil threatening their world. And he was determined to seize that chance with both hands, for the sake of everyone he held dear.

"Let's go save the world," he whispered, steeling himself for the battle to come. As he turned to Felix so his friend could keep up and to his horror Felix slumped over the table with the maps and messages. James went over to check on him Felix moved no more like a statue still but made of flesh. The phrase was one he had seen in the trap of the illusion fortress. Contagiar para hacer más fuerte. Para desdibujar la mente. Para replicar sus miedos.