The Odysses Back: The Trek(Yeligar/Alta)

[Yeligar Maelstrom]

Within the chasm, about 15 yards beneath the precipice was a ledge. Laying on it was Yeligar passed out from the fall and the blood loss. Yeligar looked up at the sky, and saw the ship going into the pipeline, he smiled as he saw them leaving, Mission accomplished… He thought as he tried to get up, but with his wound and blood loss, Yeligar laid back down. His eye got heavy and he shut it, turning over and letting the crushed relic dust flying away.
Diagonally across from the cliff was humanoid like demon, rubbing his face in pain. It looked up and noticed Yeligar laying on the edge. Its mouth started to water, and jumped across the gap, and grabbed the wall beneath Yeligar. It climbed up, and as its fingers touched the ledge, something in front of its face started to glow. The light then exploded, making the demon losing it grip and fall further down the chasm.
The light died down, and a moth turned out to be the source of the light. It fluttered off of the wall and looked into the abyss.
“You are not going to take this from me.” The moth said in a husky male voice. It then flew up and landed on the ledge where Yeligar was. It examined the body, when it stumbled upon the back of his chest, and noticed the red blood stain on his back.
“Wait… red blood? This isn’t a demon.” The moth said, it then flew around towards Yeligar’s chest and spotted Hydmuertos’ sword.
“So, this must have been one of the invaders and killed the demon king. He might be more useful to me alive.” The moth said, as it flew to the hilt of the sword and pulled it out. It dropped the sword on the ledge and fluttered over the wound. As the dust landed on the wound, it healed the wound. The moth landed on the sword, and waited until Yeligar regain conscious.
After an hour, Yeligar raised his hand to his face and rubbed it. Yeligar then realized that he was still alive. Yeligar sat up and while the wound healed, he was still in pain. “Augh… How did I survive that?” Yeligar said as he looked up, and then he looked to see the sword with the moth on it. Yeligar tried to shoo the moth, but the moth flapped it’s wing.
“You know, that isn’t a nice way of thanking your healer.” The moth said, making Yeligar startled. “Wait you can talk? … I really shouldn’t be surprise now what can talk and what can’t” Yeligar said as he sat up a bit slower. He finally stood up, and looked at the moth, “So you are the one that healed me… Are you not a demon?”
“Well yes, but not all demons are bad” said the Moth. Yeligar looked at it with a ‘oh really’ look, then the moth sighed loudly, “Ok, I WAS going to eat you, but after defeating Hydmeurtos, I figure I would have more use for you than as a meal.”
Yeligar grimaced, “Well you aren’t the first being that wanted to eat me,” thinking on the number of times that the Other said he wanted to see how he tasted, “but what makes you think I would be willing to help you?”
“Ok, I thought you want to weaken Duo’s forces AND get back to Earth, but it sounds like you like it down here, so I will go find another meal.” The moth then started to fly away, but then Yeligar stuck out his hand,
“Wait… You aren’t tricking me.” Yeligar said, still not completely trusting the moth. He pulled out the crystal eye and put it away in a pocket in his cloak, and putting his eye patch back on.
“Trust me, I am your only friend down here.” The moth said, “My name is Lagriv, friend.”
“Now, I just want to know, what do you get out of helping me?” Yeligar asked as he picked up Hydmeurtos’ sword and putting it on his belt.
“Well, I get a nice piece of land which I can call myself king of.” Lagriv said as it landed on his shoulder, “However, I need to know you are committed to doing this. This isn’t something where you can just jump into, I need to know why you fight.”
Yeligar looked at the moth and raised his eyebrow, “Why does it matter to you, why I raise my lance?” He asked as he looked at the wall,
“Because, You need to success, and if you don’t they will find out that I asked a human to help me, and they will send me to a place that is worse than dying.”
“Then why even do it?” Yeligar asked,
“Big risks equal big payouts.” Lagriv said, “So do we have a deal?”
“What is it that I am even doing? And how does it mean I am getting out?”
“It’s simple; There once was being named Kain who raised the tower from Hellious to Allorum, Well it is still up and connected to Hellious, and that his how Duo is getting all of his troops out of here. If you go fight the demons while they are here, it will surely weaken his invasion, and then you can just leave the tower from there. Then when you do that, I can just claim most of the region as my own. Simple right?”
Yelgiar looked at Lagriv, and then at the wall. He found a rock to grab on and started climbing the ledge, getting closer to the ground. Lagriv crawled into one of the pockets in his cloak.
“You know, you never answered me. What is it that you fight for?” Lagriv asked as it got comfortable.
“If I didn’t think I could have not done it, then I wouldn’t be up here.” Yeligar said as he grabbed on the edge. However as soon as he did, the rock broke away, making Yeligar reach his other hand, hoping that he could catch something, and not fall back down the abyss.

[Brea Cao-Wei]

Alta had felt different since Brea had left, she couldn't quite place what the feeling was, but she certainly knew that it had been influenced by the sudden appearance and then disappearance of her childhood friend. The swordsman had been a massive influence on her life, from when they had first met, to when he had joined them (rather against his will, to be honest) and then to when he had become her very first student, entrusted to her by Faharia Infernus, then leader of the Itan-Sha. She had watched what initially been a young boy who was full of anger at the world blossom into an honest warrior who made an instant connection with those who he knew, a man who was easily loved and difficult to hate. He had grown from being her student into her equal in skill and then even further in order to surpass her, becoming the very best that the Itan-Sha had. Then he had been ripped from her, or rather she had been ripped from him. For over a thousand years she had wandered these pits hoping to get stronger and eventually escape, she would get back to the surface and finish what her and Brea had started together, she would perfect the Itan-Sha, she would clear their name.

But then he had come to her... And just as quickly he was gone.

Voices.

Alta suddenly pressed herself against the wall of the ledge she was stood on, eyeing up the edge for any signs of an aggressor, waiting and preparing for any form of assault that she would have to parry. Inwardly she wished that she had a weapon, but she had given up Drac to Brea, and would have to go without until she could get her hands on another sword.

A hand reached onto the ledge, Alta tensed up, but the rocky edge gave away, and the hand dropped down. She didn't know what forced her, what influenced her, but she rushed forwards and dived towards the ledge, her hand plunging over the edge and grasping onto the hand which had been there only moments beforehand. The weight of the figure whom had fallen was much more than Alta was prepared for and she found herself sliding over the edge with them. Gritting her teeth, she reached out with her free hand and grasped onto the ledge from which they had both just fallen. It didn't give way, thankfully.

The pair were now hanging in suspense, suddenly vulnerable in their current position. The swordswoman looked down and was surprised to find that it was one of the men whom had been travelling with Brea earlier.

"Wh-What are you doing here?!" Suddenly, she remembered how the man had offered to give up his own life in order to protect the others. "You were travelling with Brea, were you not?" She looked around her, trying to think of some way to get them both out of this predicament.

[Yeligar Maelstrom]

Yeligar was surprised that someone grabbed his hand. When he saw that it was a human being, it was a bit more surprise. Yeligar quickly pivoted using his grasp on her hand to get back to the ledge, he finally got a better grasp.

"I was left behind." Yeligar said to her, "I told Mark that if he couldn't come back for me, to not try to. I fell after fighting the demon king Hydmeurtos. I was traveling with Brea." He finally pulled himself up onto land. "I never did caught your name. I am Yeligar Maelstrom." He stood up and started to look around to find his lance.

[Brea Cao-Wei]

Alta reached up, grasping onto the edge with her now free hand and pulling herself up and onto the rocky ledge, where she rolled inwards, away from the steep drop. She let out a short sigh of relief as she picked herself up and off of the ground, brushing herself down slightly, before looking across to Yeligar, who had just introduced himself. It was her own duty to do the same now, was it not? Spending a millennia down here had damaged her ability to interact with others to say the least, unless said interaction was stabbing them through the face... She was quite adept at that particular form of communication.

"Alta..." She said, with a short nod. "Alta Frei." She noted how he seemed to be looking around for something. Her eyes narrowed as she racked her brain for whatever seemed different about his appearance... He lacked a weapon. Was that it? What had he bed fighting with earlier? She looked back over the past few hours before remembering that he had been wielding a lance of some kind when he had been fighting the demons. Was that what he was looking for?

"Excuse me..." She muttered, cocking her head to the side. "Are you looking for something..?"

[Yeligar Maelstrom]

"Yea, sorry." Yeligar said as he rubbed the back of his head, "I seem to had traded weapons with a demon king, and I need to get my lance back." He said as he looked at her. It seem odd that a human was down here, unchanged. It could be a trap, but she did save him, and he was already helping one demon. Yeligar then noticed his lance next to the corpse and walked towards it.
As he picked it up, he asked, "I know you are allies with Brea, but I have to ask, how did you get down here?"

[Brea Cao-Wei]

"Well, isn't it obvious..?" She asked with a small smile, brushing herself down and removing the thin layer of dust that she'd acquired from her little heroic escapade. "I died." She stated plainly, having spent over one thousand years down here, she'd kind of come to terms with the fact that she was dead, so talking about it wasn't something that churned a knot in her stomach.

"When me and Brea went against Duo... Eventually the lines broke and the majority of the army tried to turn and flee. Brea had me go ahead and try to persuade the armies to retake the fields... Whilst I went to do that, though..." Her eyes narrowed slightly and her brow furrowed into a frown, an expression that didn't suit her soft features. "I tried to turn Quentin, a mage within the Itan-Sha, back towards the front lines... He tried to use a paralyzing spell to get away, but it must have backfired and stopped my heart instead. And... Well, here I am." She gave a casual shrug, her expression turning back to its usual blank mask.

[Yeligar Maelstrom]

"But it is said that those that are judged by Gavde and sent to Hellious will turn into a being of Hellious." Yeligar said, as he turned and noticed a glimmer out of the corner of his eye. He turned and saw his lance sticking out of the ground.
"Ah, there it is." Yeligar said as he walked towards and walked towards the remains of Hydmeurtos. He looked at the remains as he got his lance. He stared for a second longer, than he returned to Alta.

As he walked back, he heard the roar of demons off of the distance. Yeligar walked over to Alta, and said, "Alta, thank you for saving me." He gave her a small bow, " But I have get going. I have to return to Allorum."