The Foolhardies 154 Home Again

Soldiers in attack poses were forced to hold themselves back as no one was certain which reinforcements had arrived first.

For me, the horns were the final nail in the coffin of my plan to escape undetected while the three companies battled it out.

Although I did trust the Lord of Stars to hold his part of the bargain, I was still in favor of escaping without owing him anything, least of all the scent of the Trickster Pavilion's Patriarch. Especially now that I knew he was this generation's sense knight of smells.

Sadly, the incoming reinforcements now made that impossible. If they were aligned with the other two lords, then we would need Chris Pint's help to breakthrough them. If they were his reinforcements then there would be no escaping either. It was a lose-lose scenario either way.

"Dean, I see their flag," Luca said, pointing behind us, toward the cloud of dust being kicked up by the hundreds of swifthart riders heading to our oasis. "It's the Starfall clan."

"Well, that settles it," I said. "We'll wait here then."

Soon enough, all combatants became aware that the reinforcements belonged to the Starfall clan. Cheers rang out from the soldiers on our side.

A mad rush to reform lines began among the other two armies.

When the dust cloud had finally settled, only three people remained at the center of the Oasis and these were the same three people who were duking it out earlier.

"Looks like I win this round," Chris Pint taunted his two rivals.

Lord Rah kept his spear pointed at Chris Pint. "This is not over… not until I kill you!"

It sounded like he'd lost interest in Ty and had now placed all his attentions on the Lord of Stars.

"Sure, we can keep fighting if you want," Chris Pint agreed. "But then my guys will kill more of your guys and you'll be too busy defending against me to help them."

Lord Rah glanced around at his forces, and then at the army that had just arrived to bolster Chris Pint's forces.

I too followed his line of sight and glanced over my shoulder, and what I could see was fairly impressive. At a quick glance, I guessed that there were at least five-hundred, probably more.

The first group from the Starfall clan was a mix of fairy races. This second group was an armored cavalry comprised solely of human viseres. Like stars set against the backdrop of black canvas, their polished silver armor glinted even under the moonless sky. The tips of their spears also seemed to glow with their own inner light.

The sight of these newcomers seemed to deflate the rage brewing in Lord Rah. In fact, you could visibly see the fire go out at the tips of his hair.

"No, we will continue this battle at a later time," Lord Rah finally said. "Know that you have earned my ire, human… Your death is all but assured."

"You're welcome to try again anytime, Rah," Chris Pint called his swifthart over. And as he readied to mount it, he turned his gave toward his other opponent. "You cool with walking away, Spellweaver?"

Ardeen Spellweaver sheathed his saber. "For now. We'll see each other again before long."

Chris Pint laughed as he mounted his swifthart. "I guess I'll see you two later then. Looking forward to it."

And with that final word, he turned his back on them and rode over to his troops, signaling the end of the battle at the oasis.

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Our time in the oasis had eaten up most of our night so it was no surprise when an hour later, Ty and I were greeting the rising dawn as we walked across the wet grass of the Elfwood Circle Stones.

I breathed in the smell of trees and earth and Mudgardian air while thanking my lucky stars that we survived the night. No, it wasn't over. This was simply a reprieve for Ty and me while the others waited for our return to the Fayne at night.

Chris Pint had promised to take care of my team, and I found myself believing in him despite the fact I'd just met him.

During that last hour where we were in his company, he revealed to us that he'd actually bet I would decide to take the more troublesome route, and so he'd sent all the forces he brought with him to the oasis.

"So that's why they arrived at our backs and not from the north," I realized.

"Misdirection, my friend… that's how you win battles," he said, laughing.

"But why not just take all your soldiers with you? Wouldn't that have been easier?" I asked.

"Where's the fun in that?" Chris Pint asked with a raised eyebrow.

To prove his point, within that hour, three more five-hundred man companies joined our journey south. The sly dog had been hiding a total of two-thousand soldiers in the desert ready to ambush Lord Rah and Ardeen Spellweaver if they chose to be stubborn.

"Our lord likes to have his fun," repeated the red-headed she-elf whose name I now knew was Thea. "It's all a game to him, you see."

I could believe that. After all, the man did gamble on my insistence to pursue more reckless plans. In a way, we were alike. Bet high, win big and all that.

"We're really home, right?" Ty asked.

His question sent my mind back to the here and now, and I joined him in glancing back at the center of the circle of stones where we'd magically popped out of.

"Yeah, we're home, man," I said, patting him in the back.

"All your stories about the Fayne… It was all so out-of-this-world that a part of me never really believed it, you know?" he admitted, lowering his head as he did. "And there I was, a slave…"

My brow furrowed. I couldn't let Ty spiral down into a depression similar to Luca. He, at least, got out, even if he does have to come back every night from today onward.

"It's not all bad, dude," I said placating. "You can use magic. You're like the only human in both worlds who can."

Ty turned his face toward me and I could see the sheepish grin on his face. The sight of it made me laugh which in turn made him laugh, and we continued to laugh until our stomachs hurt.

"If you forget the bad stuff… like the whole torture and slavery bit, it kind of feels like we're in one of those transmigration novels that are super famous now," Ty said.

"Sure… if we forget the bad stuff, I see that comparison," I laughed again.

Ty scratched his head. "Yeah… you think I'll get a harem?"

I smacked him in the shoulder.

"Why would you get a harem before me, dumbass," I countered. Then my mind drifted off to that special place where I kept a mental image of a pretty blonde elf with blue eyes and a smile that lit up any room she was in. A lopsided grin formed on my face. "Definitely a lot of pretty fairies to start a harem with."

"Definitely," Ty agreed. "But you know they make them fine over here too."

His words reminded me of that scene I saw in my vision of Ty confessing his feelings for Arah, and I suddenly realized that we had zero time to lounge on the grass.

"Ty," I called. "We gotta go tell everyone you're safe, dude."

"Um, yeah… sure… but, you think it'll really be okay?" he asked.

"Aura assures me that this is how it's always been done whenever people get abducted and then return from the Fayne," I assured him.

"People are just supposed to forget that I was gone for more almost a month? Just like that?" he asked.

I pointed to the rune Aura and Varda had placed on Ty's forehead. "The Jinx of Disremembering is a powerful spell that alters the minds of anyone who sees you into thinking you weren't gone at all."

"Why is it a jinx again?" Ty asked as he touched his forehead.

"Because it's like a curse that is passed on from those who meet you to others who haven't," I explained. "Basically. You're the virus carrier and you infect a few people who will eventually infect everyone in town with Ty-titus."

I laughed at my own explanation. Ty didn't.

"That's some powerful magic," Ty gulped.

"Don't worry…" I pulled out the pebble that Varda had given me. On its surface was another rune that held the Curse of Remembering. "There's one person who won't forget."

Ty and I made our way out of Elfwood Forest, but neither of us went home. No, our first stop was three blocks away from my house, on a cul-de-sac where one could find an ultrmodern home.

I rang the doorbell while Ty hid from sight.

When she answered the door, Arah's eyes were red with recent tears.

I sighed and then offered her the runestone. "It's okay now. I promise. Just hold onto this for a bit."

Arah took the stone in my hand while looking confused. She turned it over and saw the rune on its surface.

I watched as it flashed once like a blinking LED light. Satisfied that she wouldn't forget, I called Ty over.

He arrived with both his hands in the pockets of the breeches we'd given him back at the Undercroft. In fact, he looked like a cosplayer who was lost on his way to some fantasy-con. His reddening face, however, showed all the worry of a teenage boy about to meet the girl.

Arah looked at Ty in surprise and then with sudden recognition. Then she looked over to me. And finally, after weeks of coldness, I saw the anger melt away from her face.

There were no words. She simply grabbed the both of us with her hands and gave us the biggest, warmest hug you could imagine. And for those few moments, all was right in the world again.

Chapter end