Chapter Three: Crash Course in Larrasomec
“That’s a colorful way to ask that question,” Gunter said. “My name isn’t Gunter Svenechoven. That’s my pseudonym for my cover assignment. My actual name is Revyn VanEl. I’m a Ktaldeik Protector dedicated to your ancestor Chorlisr Remmik. I was sent here to monitor you, and protect you from the immortal, Gavis.”
Adama got her answer, but it forced many new questions.
“You’re not a German arithmetic mentor? What’s a taldeek protector? Who is this Chorlisr Remmik, what’s a Gavis, and where are we going?” she asked. “And what’s that killer smoke machine you knocked that guy back with?”
Revyn knew her questions were legitimate so he began to answer them. Believing this story would be her choice, but detrimental to her existence.
“I’m not German. I’m Ukrainian. I know enough arithmetic to get by for my cover. The Ktaldeik Protectors are an ancient covert order designed over a millennia ago to guard humanity from the immortals. You don’t know of them because they have never been recorded in any text, periodical, or memory block. We don’t exist in any history record, but we do exist.
The great Chorlisr Remmik was one of those protectors, and your blood ancestor. He was the first to use Magick to destroy an immortal. His primary target was missed, but he destroyed his mate. Since his demise was never witnessed when he sent the killing Hornets of Disintegration the second time, and weren’t as effective, and during a raid, they found a dark wizard in the vicinity, there has been a standing order to protect Chorlisr’s ancestors until Gavis, if still alive, struck again. He is alive so here I am. Since Chorlisr killed his mate, Gavis has a bone to pick with you so to say.”
Adama was shocked at her answers. She had been a history mentor most of her life, and never heard of this. Everything she knew of the radicals of the past, the inquisitions, slavery, gladiator battles, and the witch hunts never had any reminisce of any immortal myth or legend in certain lore. She was in a realm where she was a novice. She kept looking at his rifle, and decided to accept the bizarre.
“I’m sorry, Adama. I didn’t answer all of your questions. This rifle is a K-SAC1200, a Ktaldeik Specter Assault Cannon 1.2. It can destroy any poltergeist or demon. An immortal is a different story. Only the Hornets of Disintegration can destroy one, and only descendants of the original Ktaldeik Protectors that used Magick can summon them.”
“You’re a protector. Why didn’t you summon those hornets in Scallywags?” she asked with skeptical curiosity.
“I’m not a direct descendant of the original protectors. I follow Larrasomec. You’re a history mentor. You should know of the Larrasomec ancient name of Wicca.”
Adama knew of the ancient pagan religion, and wanted to let Revyn know she did.
“The name Wicca was developed way back in 1954 by a retired British civil servant named Gerald Gardner. I know of Wicca.”
“Well, Miss History Mentor, Wicca was the infancy of Larrasomec. Kraycken Velick refined that religion in the twenty third century. The first specter canon was invented in 2213, and the incantation practice became obsolete. Larrasomec is the new and improved Wicca. It doesn’t have any dark Magick so I can’t summon the hornets. Your pure descendance will allow you do it the old fashioned way.”
Nanjiri spoke up. “Where are we going?”
“Out of the country. We’re going to the incognito Ktaldeik training facility in Dunedin New Zealand.”
“That’s two hours away,” Adama interrupted. “Why are we going to the reverse side of the planet?”
“Do you know how to summon the hornets at will? You’re going to train in Larrasomec to trigger your incantation ability. You’re the last descendant so it should be automatic,” Revyn said.
“I’m a history mentor. I don’t know anything about any direct descendance, or that pagan practice. I won’t know my Krakon Valleri better than Larrasomec. I can’t become your savior.”
“Sorry, Adama. This isn’t a choice. This was always your inevitable destiny. Here, read the Ktaldeik instruction manifesto.” He took out a tablet, and gave it to her.
She actually saw Ktaldeik had an aberrant spelling starting with a K, and began to read.
“There were four other descendants from Chorlisr. We thought Huang Su would be our only hope to combat Gavis, but the immortal was systematic in slaying the most dangerous acolyte first. Bourtek couldn’t train him in time, and he was destroyed. The rest were next. Since all of your siblings, and other family has died, you were the least likely to do this battle because of the others, but since you’re the last, read up. The tablet sometimes can’t translate Katakana directly to English so if you find any Japanese symbols, I’ll tell you their meaning.”
Alex felt very strange being mixed up in this complex dark destination that started about a thousand years before. She just wanted a rebound lay from her Saul break-up, and fell into the wildly exotic experience of Adama’s destiny.
“I guess Nan can take you to a different club. I just wanted to find a guy, and you took me to the wildest club I’ve ever been to, Nan.”
“Hey, Alex. Addy’s my friend, but I didn’t know she had a special lineage. I’m as freaked out as you are,” Nanjiri defended herself.
“I’m still here on the same EXO-Tranz you two are, and I didn’t even know I had a special ancestor. We’re all freaking out here, but the difference is I have to train when I should be correcting assignments.” Adama clarified they were all thrust into this deadly dilemma, but she had to become a defender. “I could say you could be dropped off, but I don’t think you could get back home from the middle of the Atlantic Ocean. Even you can’t swim that far, Nan.”
“Very funny, Addy. Drop us off in Bangladesh. I have friends there, and I’m sure we can make it home from there.”
Revyn shook his head.
“You two have been targeted as well. You know of our location, and Gavis will bleed you for that information literally and painfully. You three are the vindication trio as of ten minutes ago. Welcome to the quest, ladies.”
Alex began to get angry.
“When I woke up this morning, I never thought I’d be on my way to Dunedin being chased by a lunatic after dancing at a club tonight! I don’t even know you that well, Adama, and now we’re a trio?! Let me offa this crazy ride! I don’t want to be here!”
Nanjiri broke in.
Hey! You said you were ready for whatever tonight! Addy’s my friend, and if she needs help, I’m in! You’re my friend too, Alex, and friends don’t abandon friends! We all don’t have a choice in this! We have a deadly problem! Stop complaining, and let’s work our problem!”
“I’m not one of your quantum anomaly students, Nan! Cool it with the exam pep talk!”
Adama had to break up the squabble.
“Both of you cool it! You didn’t ask for this, and I definitely didn’t ask to fight an immortal killer tonight! My main goal for tonight was to avoid the creeps! Now I have the ultimate creep chasing me, and he doesn’t want my relationship info! He wants my head! Now you two yelling at each other does not help in the least! Toughen up, girls! We’ve been drafted in the vindication army now!”
Alex looked at Nanjiri, and whispered.
“What’s a drafted?”
Adama’s historical words came involuntarily when she got irked.
“A draft is being forced into the military against your will! It happened way back in the twentieth century for the Vietnam War! I know you don’t know about that war, but let’s just say we’ve been drafted! You really need to take one of my classes, Alex!”
Everyone became silent. Revyn wanted to ease the tension, so he showed Adama Chorlisr’s picture. It was a painting of him Revyn had for reference.
“This is Chorlisr, Adama. He was a great protector.”
Adama saw a pale complected man on a horse in armor.
“How is he my ancestor? He’s Caucasian, and I
’m an Ebony woman.”
“Chorlisr’s seed spread throughout the world from England. He’s the beginning of your blood line.”
“I was born in New Ghana Africa. I don’t have any Caucasian relatives. I think you’ve got the wrong lady.”
Revyn took out a DNA Genealogy matching machine, and put her hand on it. It beeped signaling the completion of the test. He showed her the display, and it said CHORLISR DESCENDANT MATCH %100.
“I can understand your doubts about not being the savior. It’s natural to dismiss the unfavorable. I don’t have time for compassion. He’s coming with the relentlessness of the Niagara Falls. Get over your apprehensive doubt. You’re about to train to be able to destroy an immortal. I cannot be lenient about your feelings. I don’t want you asking, why me, when Gavis pulls your arms out of your sternum shoulder bones first.”
Adama had to come to the realization she was the diamond girl slated to be the difference maker. She would be the guardian she didn’t want to be. She had to fight herself to be the one.
Nanjiri saw Adama’s contemplation, and wanted to comfort her friend. She never thought that going out that night would end up with a devastating revelation.
“Are you alright, Addy? What are you feeling right now?”
Adama looked at Nanjiri with a determined look on her face.
“I feel like one of my students about to test in a pop quiz, but really doesn’t know the subject. We have about an hour and a half before we get there.” She held up the tablet Revyn gave her. “I have to cram to learn Larrasomec before we get there. This is a pass or fail assignment, Nan. I don’t want to fail.”
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Gavis entered his layer his Wicca confidant acquired for his quest. He was bruised from that mystical blast. He entered feeling hot from that surprising assault. He went to his confidant working in the incantation area.
“I ran into a little trouble, Peirce. There was a Ktaldeik Protector defending her. He hit me with some sort of annoying smoke, and they all got away.”
Peirce dropped his potions on the table, and went to Gavis.
“I’m obligated to aid you by my ancestor, Faylon, but healing you from a specter blast wasn’t expected. Where were you hit?”
Gavis put his hand on his chest.
“My heart’s on fire, and not the lava form of fire. This is a slightly familiar, different form of fire. The last time I felt this was when Chorlisr summoned those blasted wasps.”
“The Ktaldeik outlawed dark magick so a specter blast isn’t as potent as the disintegration hornets.” Peirce went to a drawer, and took a tab from a sheet. He placed it on Gavis’ chest. “Here. This will fix it. You’re just going to feel the worst hangover imaginable, but it will pass.”
“I thought that after a chiliad, the Ktaldeik would be defunct. Why do they still exist?”
“You, Gavis. They never witnessed your demise, and found my ancestor, so they have to protect Chorlisr’s descendants from you. Surprise, your threat held insurmountable weight when you vowed it,” Peirce explained.
“So I’m the reason they exist. I keep birthing my destroyers. This opposition is cyclical. I cause my hardship, and the damned Ktaldeik are the annoying result.” Gavis was aggravated. “Make a devastating potion that will allow me to obliterate the Ktaldeik. It’s time to swat my annoying flied permanently.”
(Part two coming soon. Stay tuned)
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