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Episode 114: Bite of the Red Guard

The sthenite shrieked again at the sight of Zack, standing over the corpses.

“This isn’t,” Zack started, honestly not sure where he was going with it. He looked at the two sthenites on the ground, and at the scorch marks that were left behind by their assailant.

“Shyese tzanara Dojurbu Hansha!” he said again, holding his hands up in what he hoped was an acceptable sign of non-aggression. The sthenite slithered backward, a visual that Zack hadn’t been prepared to see. It tilted its head like a nervous bird.

“Shyese tzanara,” Zack said, slowly pointing to the two corpses just as the overseer had said, “Dojurbu Hansha.”

He thought about the situation. Was he actually pointing at the first dead sthenite that he had seen when he pointed at Dojurbu? Or the sthenite that he hoped was Dojurbu?

Another Sthenite rounded the ledge, and began climbing up the rocky path. Zack saw the red scales and cobra-like hood that he’d come to recognize as common among the physical laborers and guards. The new sthenite saw an alien in a green trench coat and horrible hat standing where and how a murderer might stand. The guard hissed and jumped at Zack, baring its fangs. Zack tried to dodge, but was too slow to avoid the lightning-fast strike.

***

“Zack!”

Zack coughed and sat up, feeling a sense of overwhelming dread.

“What?”

“Zack, I need to talk to you.”

He blinked. The light was dim. He was lying on a small bed made from woven reeds. Was he in a hut? Someone was sitting next to him.

“Chala?”

“Zack, how did you know Dojurbu and Hansha’s names?”

“How… the strange… thing that managed the trial, she told me what their names would be.”

Chala didn’t answer. Zack’s eyes were starting to adjust. It was definitely her.

“She told me that those would be the names of the first two sthenites I saw when I left the cave. I didn’t know that they’d be… I really don’t know why all this is happening. Someone followed me into the trial pit.”

“Not possible. The location of the exit is a secret to those who haven’t finished the trial.”

“She has a way of finding me. She’s an alien.”

“So are you. So am I.”

“No, like… not a sthenite and not a human. She’s a shangmere, and she’s got a way of tracking me.”

“How?”

“She says that it tracks Virellium Force Energy, and anyone who’s come in contact with it.”

Chala stood and walked to a wall. Zack dimly registered the image of her leaning against it, but she was right at the edge of his vision.

“The phrase you said to the one who found you with the bodies? It saved your life. She saved your life, I mean. She told the guard what you said, and stopped him during the venom injection. She said that you knew the names and that it was important.”

“That’s a relief.”

“There was a third murder,” she said. Zack tensed and stood, ignoring the sudden headache that standing caused after his venom injection.

“A third murder?”

“Someone else was killed in the same manner as Dojurbu and Hansha. She was killed in front of my hut in a different village. A messenger arrived to report it.”

“Do they think I killed her as well?”

“She died while you were in the trial pit. It lends some credence to the mystery surrounding your appearance outside the trial pit, a place you shouldn’t have found until much later.”

“The attacker in the trial pit, she wants to kill me.”

“And others as well, it seems. All while trying to find you.”

“That doesn’t make sense, though,” said Zack. “Why would she track me to your home in a different village?”

“Because of my forge,” she said, just as Zack’s eyes finished adjusting. “It’s where I keep all of my supplies. Everything I work on. And, unfortunately, where I’ve hidden a substantial amount of Virellium.”

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Episode 113: Tight Squeeze

Zack surged through the cramped tunnel toward the light ahead, thinking of it as the alley from his dream. Alleys were, as many had pointed out to him, his natural habitat, and he couldn’t deny a certain understanding of how they worked. His understanding of caves was shakier, but he trusted that Nectra would be as unfamiliar with them as he was with jungles and hoped that the shangmere wouldn’t be able to keep up without any real room to use her wings.

He rounded a corner and expected to see an opening that would lead him to the outside world, but instead saw the overseer of the trials, the primitive-looking Sthenite illuminated from above. She smiled as Zack stared, confused.

“I… thought you were sunlight. The way out. I thought that-”

“You don’t have long,” said the overseer of the trials, her voice not quite matching the shapes her mouth made.

“Until the exit? Or until Nectra catches me?”

“Either. But I meant the first. Your language delights again. Zack… Tzak… I am sorry that your trial did not go as planned. The alien that I plucked from your mind found you. She was more immediate than I guessed.”

“So what does this mean for the trial?”

“Oh, you are not done,” she said. “But as a sign that you are not leaving without my consent… Dojurbu and Hansha are the names of the first two Sthenites that you will see when you leave the cave.”

“So I… tell them that I know their names and they assume that you told me?”

“No, but tell the third Sthenite you see.”

“I don’t speak th-”

“Shyese tzanara Dojurbu Hansha. Say that and gesture to the two you see.”

“You sure I can remember that?”

“No, but you have a remarkable mind for detail. I trust that you will at least warrant investigation if you do your best. The trial will continue beyond the cave. Dojurbu and Hansha will take you as their messenger. Go.”

“Shyese tzanara Dojurbu Hansha?”

“Yes. Go.”

Zack didn’t waste time. He ran forward, looked over his shoulder, and almost imagined that he saw Nectra gently leap into the light just before it went dark. A fainter light was visible in the sudden darkness, one just around another corner.

Zack turned and resisted the urge to shout in triumph at the sight of a narrow crack in the wall with light pouring in. He raced for it, slowed as he neared it, and turned sideways. He gently started moving through the crack.

“Pretty tight in there, isn’t it?”

Zack took a deep breath and started moving faster. How close was Nectra? How long was this crack leading outside? He didn’t have the room to turn his head.

“Zack, I’ll catch you sooner or later,” she said, almost pleading. “This really isn’t doing anything except making it harder for me. I understand that that might be what you want… I wouldn’t want to just wait for someone to kill me either… but you can’t win, you know that right? I can track you anywhere and, okay, I’m not some super assassin trained on a distant planet like the DMA’s agents, but I won’t stop. They’re only worried about money. That’s not me.”

Zack ignored the shangmere’s voice. She was a good four feet behind him, probably just starting to move into the fissure. He picked up speed and shimmied the last foot out, taking a deep breath as he stepped out of a rock wall and onto a pleasant jungle trail.

Two sthenites, one with purple scales and feathers and the other with green scales and feathers, were on the ground, dead, with clean, cauterized wounds along their chests and limbs. Zack stared at the two corpses in shock.

“Dojurbu?” he said. “Hansha?”

A high pitched shriek, like a bird of prey declaring its kill, was accompanied by the sound of a basket dropping to the floor. Zack looked up to see another sthenite, green scaled, staring at him from along the trail with a woven basket on the ground, dropped in the shock from what it had just seen. Zack took a shaky breath.

“Shyese tzanara Dojurbu Hansha?”