The Thieves Guild
by Jake Kerr
(instrumental music plays) . Episode 116:
The Southern Gap.
The valley was smaller than Mailer expected.
It looked like a small gorge that was formed from a river that exited the
mountain. And indeed, there was a cave entrance in the distance, and a
flat road that emerged from it that could easily have once been a riverbed.
"There are the guards." Prosper pointed to two men in red armor standing
to the left of the cave entrance, and a woman in similar armor in what looked like a
ledge higher up to the right.
"Only three guards?"
"The ghosts of Dragon Pass are usually guard enough.
They are here to make sure no one enters out of curiosity, not out of an assault to get through."
Prosper nodded to Catrina, who unslung her bow.
"Still, they are Red Guards, and will have strong magic."
Mailer looked around. She didn't know if three guards was too few or
too many, but she felt Prosper wasn't looking at the defenses with enough
attention. She had infiltrated too many places to assume that
what you see is all that is there. "Catrina can handle them," Prosper
added with pride in his voice. Mailer was about to warn them to do more
assessment of the defenses when Catrina let loose an arrow.
The woman guard let out a cry and fell in a heap.
Darla seemed surprised at the rush to attack, and quickly unsheathed one
of her throwing knives. Mailer continued to check for more defenses
while the guards on the ground raised their hands and looked around.
The four of them were hidden behind boulders about 100 feet away.
Catrina let loose another arrow, and it similarly hit home.
The guard clutched his chest and fell to the ground, an arrow protruding.
"She is deadly with a bow," Mailer thought, appreciating her skill even
as she felt uneasy about the slaughter unfolding.
There was a cry, and then a clatter, and Mailer looked to her right.
Catrina was on the ground holding her left shoulder, which was bleeding.
"Another one on the left," she said as she clutched her wound with her other hand.
Prosper let out a cry of rage and stood.
Mailer was transfixed. His face was twisted in rage
as he pulled his arm back, and then thrust it to his left.
Mailer followed the motion. It led to a Red Guard who had been hiding behind other
boulders not 20 feet from them. Prosper made a fist and the man
cried out in agonizing pain. Prosper lifted his arm, and
Mailer almost couldn't believe what she was seeing.
The guard was lifted into the sky with nothing holding him or lifting him.
Prosper threw his arm to the right, and the guard flew across the gorge and
slammed into the mountainside with a crunch.
The other guard looked shocked, but just as he lifted his own arm to presumably
cast a spell, Prosper made another fist and lifted his arm.
The guard cried out as he, too, was lifted into the air, and then thrown to the
same rocky wall of the mountain. There was a thud, and then he landed
next to the other guard.
Mailer knew she had just witnessed offensive magic, and she was both
horrified and impressed. What could possibly stand against that in
battle?
Catrina cried out, and Mailer looked over to see Darla treating her
wound. Prosper practically tossed Darla to the ground as he reached
Catrina and took her in his arms. "My little bird, are you
okay?"
Prosper was crying, and seemed utterly distraught as he tore Catrina's tunic to
tend her wound.
"It is okay, my love. The arrow passed through.
I do not even think I am badly hurt other than this cut."
Prosper ignored her and began his healing spell.
Darla walked over, stood next to Mailer, and said quietly.
"Sorry, but I don't think I love you that much."
Mailer smiled and replied.
"I don't want you to love me that much."
She reached out and took Darla's hand.
Darla squeezed it in reply as Prosper continued.
Catrina kept her eyes closed until Prosper snapped his hand shut into a
fist. "My little bird is healed." Catrina took Prosper's fist in her
hands and pulled it up to her lips. As she kissed his hand,
Prosper cried out in deep anguished pain.
"No, I have lost our first years." He shook his head and said.
"No, no, no.
I promised myself I would not let it take our memories.
I would rather die than lose that."
"How much?"
"My first memory of us is celebrating the new year in our tower quarters.
We were so happy."
"By the gods, my love, you have lost our first three years."
Mailer was completely lost as to what the conversation was about, but
Prosper's response was clear enough.
He broke down in deep sobs, falling into Catrina's arms.
Catrina stroked his back as she held him.
After a few moments, Prosper stood up, his face grim and dark.
"We must go. We don't know the guard rotation schedule." And as Mailer looked on
trying to understand what was happening, Prosper took Catrina's hand, pulled
her up, and the two strode toward the cave entrance.
Mailer looked at Darla, who shook her head.
Neither of them knew what was going on, but they didn't have much choice.
They followed Prosper and Catrina in the dark cave entrance of the Dragon's
Teeth.All four of them traveled in quiet,
navigating what Mela was now convinced was a dried river bottom that flowed through the
mountain. She was grateful, as pulling the wagon was quite easy and
it was a clear path, requiring them to only use one torch
at a time. They had traveled for hours when Mela broke the silence.
"How much longer until we cross Dragon Trail?"
"I don't know," Prosper replied, not looking back but
striding ever forward.
"You don't know? Do you know if this even leads to Dragon Trail?"
Dala retorted. Prosper stopped suddenly and spun around.
"There would not be guards if this didn't lead to Dragon Trail.
I may not know how long the trip is or where this meets it, but meets it it does.
If the unknown scares you, take a torch and return to Ness."
He, of course, meant his ness. Mela put her hand on Dala's
shoulder. Prosper was disrespectful and rude, but fighting over his
personality seemed unwise. They just had to make it through to the other
side. Dala didn't respond to Mela's hand, but she didn't say
anything in response either.
Hours later, Prosper stopped and looked around.
"I'd been hoping we would find water or wood, but it appears we will have to use our stores for this night."
He then proceeded to walk back and grab a single log of the pile they had
stored in the wagon. As he placed it to the side, he added-
"We shall rest here tonight."
Before Mela could reply, he had used a spell to light the log.
"It is a long journey," Dala replied.
"We should make more progress before resting."
"You don't know the length of the journey.
We will rest."
Dala looked like she was going to object, but finally looked over at Mela,
shook her head, and went to unpack their bedrolls.
Later, the log was a mere ember, but Mela couldn't sleep.
Neither could Katryna, apparently, as she sat next to Mela, staring at the
fire.
With Prosper snoring, Mela used the moment to ask about their odd
conversations about memory and magic.
"Back in the valley, Prosper said he lost an important memory.
What did he mean by that?"
Katryna slowly turned and looked at Mela.
She stared at her for an uncomfortably long time, as if sizing up the risk
in sharing the information against her desire to share it.
Many centuries ago, back in Old Ness, someone somehow discovered the secret to
magic. It is an exchange, or fuel, if you prefer.
You provide the magic a memory, and the power is given to you.
The greater the power, the more important the memory.
"What do you mean, provide the magic a memory?"
I know not the details, but when a magician casts a spell, their
teaching gives them some control over the source of the magic.
But the source itself is always a memory.
When you cast a spell, you lose a memory forever.
You may remember what happened before or after, but the specific memory is erased.
"So-"
Yes. Prosper cast two powerful spells to defend us.
Each guard was lifted and thrown a great distance.
The price Prosper paid in casting those spells was the memory of our life together at the
beginning.
He can no longer remember how we met, our first kiss, the first time we made love, our
betrothal. None of it exists for him.
By the gods.
I can relay him what happened, but it isn't the same. It is never the same.
To hear someone explain a memory is a pale imitation of the real thing.
The emotions he felt, the small details he would have remembered that I wouldn't know to
share, and of course those times when he had an important moment, but was alone.
That sounds terrible.
It is a curse. The wizards are evil. They kill their most cherished things for power.
It is a one-sided exchange that they refuse to admit.
But Prosper?
I would never say these things to him.
He is a noble man,
a hard man, but a noble one. He sacrifices with the knowledge that it costs him, but
he accepts the cost. Not because it brings him power, but because it helps others.
Mela reached over and squeezed Katryna's shoulder, who turned and
gave Mela a sad smile.
There is more.
I believe, but have no proof, that the loss of memories changes the person.
Prosper was not always so hard on others, but as he loses the foundation of who he is to magic,
it changes him and makes him bitter. And, as I said, harder.
But he's a good man.
Mela once again squeezed Katryna's shoulder.
There was a pause as Katryna once again turned her attention to the
dying embers.
Until the magic makes him a bad one.
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