“It’s strange though that you want to talk to me, be kind to me and…generally not terrible to me.”
“People like those three guys are…common for Sigian, the people in the lower rings pay us no mind or anything, but there are a lot of nobles that…see us are terrible monsters, animals or things of that sort.”
“I…I don’t see why they wouldn’t love to be around Sigian people, I love everything about Sigia.”
“…excuse me?” I said confused, he softly curled and coiled a tendril of hair around his finger,
“I just…love learning everything and anything I can about Sigia. I was…a little kid during the…you know, the siege…so I never got to really learn anything about how Sigia was before. My…my brother hates everything and anything having to do with Sigia, despite his wife being…Sigian.”
“His wife is Sigian?” I asked,
“It was arranged or something, I don’t know. I heard that Sigia was this like…incredible place filled with magic that could stop or reverse natural disasters, people made ships that flew in the air instead of the water, cities that floated across the land and…all of these incredible stories and things. However, once the siege happened…and Lodor took over, its all extremely restricted, under the control of Lodor and anything made is property of the Lodor military.”
“I see.” I said, “Well, I was…not a kid when the siege happened, I was sixteen, if you wish, I could…answer some questions over lunch.”
It actually was a very good lunch, he was extremely polite, had pristine table manners and asked questions about things like what the floating cities, sky ships and things of that sort, he looked at me when I explained things of my childhood, those are real, they were everywhere and incredible looking. We were able to raise islands out of the ocean on magical crystals or enchanted posts or rails, they floated on wind currents that we controlled to keep them circumventing around Sigia. The sky-ships were just regular boats we enchanted so the ships could sail as easily on the water as the sky, they had all sorts of weaponry amongst similar things. The palace was on one, it’s not now, during the siege the arcane engine spires that functioned as tethers and engines for the arcane circles and generators that kept the palace and similar satellite stations of city were destroyed, Lodor had some kind of weird artillery and focus fired the bases of the spires. When I learned of the siege, I used my magic to scry on the capital, I saw the siege first hand despite not being there, I saw the spires collapse in a rain of fire and metal from the cannons of the…armada at our doorstep. I saw the maybe four acre basin of ground that my home, The Court of Stars, the palace of Sigia rested upon fall into the surf before exploding into a mushroom cloud that arched purple arcane lightning out for miles.
“Aram?” Aldoric asked, I softly shook my head from the stupor of remembering that as I looked back towards him, I didn’t say that, but I said a story I’ve told before, for years: that I was a kid in the capital and saw the palace fall and things of that sort, not a sixteen year old general/army of one stationed on the front lines handling the foot army of Lodor single handedly with my own personal army of skeletons, zombies, wraiths and ghosts of their own fallen members and my slaughtered people.
“Sorry, it’s just…not pleasant memories. I’m sorry if this may come out as…rude, but you said earlier that you were a kid when the siege happened, how old were you?”
“…I was ten.” He said, he’s only twenty? Fuck, I’m getting old, I’m twenty six.
“Your…brother, the one you said hates everything Sigian, why was he married to a Sigian woman if he hates everything about it?”
“She was…someone important to Sigia, my parents decided to marry him to her to get him to stay in Sigia for the control of our family’s work there.” he said, I looked at him confused,
“What was her name?”
“Cala-something, I don’t remember.”
“Calastina?” I asked, that’s…my sister.
“Yeah, I think so.”
“I…see.” I said,
“Do you know who that is?”
“A bit” I said with a short curt nod, if his brother…is that twat-bag that’s abusing my sister, that means that this…tiny adorable boy in front of me, is a prince of Lodor. I cracked my knuckles under my inner thigh under the table, feeling a pang of anger and frustration rise up in my heart.
After the lunch, I just walked off back towards The Ink Pot, feeling my stomach twist and flip inside out, nearly having to dip into an alley to vomit from how angry I was, before I just punched a wall heavily a few times,
“I’m gonna fucking kill…all of them” I growled deeply as I slammed my palm against the brick before my entire body just collapsed into smoke as I shot into a canal just to go far and deep into the water and just…roared.