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379 days until the Arkon Shield falls
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My sleep that night was restless, full of angry dragons, burning cities, and grieving families.
I woke with the dawn the following day, my eyes puffy and bleary. I was eager to resume my journey south, but before doing so, I walked a slow circuit around the hamlet, searching for signs of the orc companyâs passing. It did not take me long to find them.
On the eastern end of the hamlet, I found a clear set of tracks formed from footprints too large for any human to have made. The trail led both east and west. Rubbing my chin, I spent a moment digesting that. The most obvious explanation was that the orcs had returned to the same place theyâd come from.
But where was that? And how far away?
I was desperate to find out but knew I couldnât risk it. If I was captured or worse, Sierra would be left ignorant of the threat. Better leave tracking the orcs to the scouts, I thought, reluctantly stepping away from the trail.
Retrieving my sled, I wasted no further time before setting out. I had delayed my return to Sierra long enough.
I had only a vague notion of my required heading: southwest. I hadnât been this way before, but I knew the village had to be less than a dayâs hike awayâsomewhere in the narrow band of grass plains between the forest and riverâso I envisaged no difficulty in locating it.
I encountered no one and nothing as I trekked south through the foothills. While I walked, I considered the dead hamlet again. I still didnât know why the orcs had burned it. It couldnât have been just an act of wanton violence.
If the orcs only cared about killing humans, they could have slain many more of usâmore efficiently tooâbefore we entered Overworld. There had to be another reason for the hamletâs destruction.
The mystery was troubling and made me worry again about Sierra. The orcs couldnât directly attack the village, of course. The commander had established the Forerunners as an independent faction, repudiating humanityâs Patron. Until the Arkon Shield fell, no orc could enter Forerunner territory.
But that did not mean they couldnât threaten us indirectly. I could think of multiple ways for the orcs to do that, which was what concerned me. With orcs in the area, it was only a matter of time before Duskarâs warlords discovered the settlementâs existenceâif they werenât already aware of itâand when that happened, I was sure we could expect reprisals.
The commander must be informed, I thought. Feeling a renewed sense of urgency, I increased my pace.
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Around noon, Sierra came into sight.
I shouted in delight, seeing the villageâs high wooden walls peeking above the swaying grass. Iâd been reasonably sure I had been heading in the right direction but hadnât been certain until now.
As I drew nearer, more details about the village became apparent. Iâd been gone for nearly an entire week, but even from the outside, I could tell much had changed in that short time. On either side of the north gateâthe same gate Iâd left through days agoâtwo narrow vertical structures rose above the palisade wall. Guard towers.
âSorenâs been busy,â I murmured. Each tower was formed of logs bound together and reinforced with metal bands. Wooden roofs had also been constructed over their heights to shelter the guards manning them.
Shielding my eyes from the noonday glare, I peered more closely at towers and made out movement in the left one. The guards there had spotted me and were pointing. Buoyed by the thought that my journey was nearly at an end, I sped up a little.
The villageâs gates creaked open, and a squad of spearmen jogged out to meet me. A familiar tall red-haired figure was at their fore.
âJohn,â I exclaimed, stopping to greet them. âItâs good to see you again.â
âWelcome back,â the big man replied. Closing the distance, the lieutenant wrapped one of my hands in his own paws and shook it vigorously. âIâm glad to see you.â Stepping back, he surveyed me from head to foot, his gaze pausing only briefly on my bare forearms. âAnd in one piece too.â He grinned. âWe were beginning to worry.â
I smiled. âIt has been an eventful few days.â
John laughed. âWith you, when is it not?â
Before I could protest that unfair characterization, the lieutenant held up his hands apologetically. âOnly joking.â He gestured me towards the gates. âBut come, the commander will want to speak to you. The scouts have been out looking for you every hour of every day for the last couple of days.â
About to step forward, I stilled. âOh? Is something wrong?â Jolin was not one to panic.
âNo, nothing like that,â John assured me. âAt least, not that I know off.â He shrugged. âI guess the old lady is just as concerned about you as the rest of us.â
I frowned. Somehow, I didnât think that was all that there was to it. Somethingâs happened, I thought. Had Jolin received her own reports of the orcs?
âCome on,â John said, hurrying me forward again.
I glanced at the sled behind me.
âDonât worry about that,â the big man said, seeing the direction of my gaze. âMy squad will see to it that it reaches your cabin.â
My cabin? I didnât voice the question, though. Unhitching myself from the sled, I waited for John to lead the way.
The lieutenant turned to one of his men. âSten, inform the old lady that our lost mage has returned and that I am on my way with him in tow.â
âYessir,â the spearman said and ran off while the rest of the squad began hauling away my sled.
John turned back to me. âAll right, letâs go.â
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I stepped through Sierraâs gates and nearly fell over in shock. The village was almost unrecognizable.
John grinned at my expression. âDifferent, isnât it?â
I nodded slowly, staring fixedly at the hard packed dirt roads crisscrossing the settlement and the rows of log cabins on either side of them. âHow?â I finally managed to get out.
John scratched his head. âI donât know all the details. This is the craftersâ doing: Soren, Melissa, and Albertâs people.â He gestured at the streets and houses. âWhat I do know is that all this was only made possible by our workforce increasing tenfold overnight.â
I looked at him blankly.
âYou remember the influx of new fish the day Earth died?â
âOf course, I do,â I said. âBut how could refugees manage all this!â
John chuckled. âYouâre forgetting the newcomer buff and how fast you yourself progressed under it. Without any murluk attacks to worry about, the old lady had no compunction about putting all the new fish to work straight away. She issued a faction-wide decree. Those who wished to remain residents of Sierra had to assist in building their own homes, or theyâd be expelled.â He grinned. âThat got everyone moving, let me tell you.â
âRemarkable,â I murmured. And it was. The improvements made to the village in just a few short days were nothing short of miraculous. I resumed walking, stepping onto the settlementâs central road. Swiveling my head from left to right, I studied the buildings on either side.
Most of the houses were basic one-room constructions with only a single door and window, but they were all well-made and of better quality than the homes in the destroyed hamlet Iâd passed through yesterday.
John and I were not the only ones on the street. People passed us by, hurrying to and fro on one task or the other. Many stopped to greet me, most by name. I nodded back, even though I didnât recognize more than a handful of faces.
The changes to the villageâs residents were just as apparent as those to the settlement itself. Gone were the ill-fitting murluk rags. Now all the soldiers wore form-fitting leather armor or hide armor cut to size. Even the civilians were dressed better. And while few people sported metal implements or weapons of any kind, there was an abundance of leather and wooden goods on display.
âThe village looks prosperous,â I remarked.
John nodded. âEstablishing the settlement and stopping the constant murluk attacks went a long way to boosting morale. People started to remember what it was living like on Earth and wanting that again. With both an abundance of time and basic tools, nearly everyone adopted a trade of one kind or another.â The lieutenant spread his arms to take in the entire village. âThe results speak for themselves.â
âIt certainly does,â I agreed. âYou and the others have done well.â
John clamped a hand down on my shoulder. âThis is as much your doing as ours, Jamie,â he said solemnly. âDonât forget that.â
I shrugged, a little sadly, but didnât contradict him. While I had been out slaying monsters and gathering power, the rest of the village had been rebuilding human civilization.
Weâd chosen two distinctly different paths.
And despite my conviction about the rightness of my own choices, I couldnât help but wish that my chosen path was a little less destructive.
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The tented camp had not entirely vanished.
Nearly half the tents remained, still to be eaten away by the encroaching cabins and road network. One of the tents to have disappeared though, was the commanderâs pavilion.
An enormous two-story building had replaced it or rather was in the process of replacing it. Work on the structure was still ongoing. Carpenters and masons were climbing all over the new building, fixing planks and setting bricks.
âWhere did the bricks come from?â I asked.
John grimaced. âWeâve been hauling rocks all the way from the foothills. The scouts havenât located a closer source of stone yet.â
âI see,â I said. As we drew closer to the buildingâs entrance, I saw that only the structureâs base and central pillars had been made with bricks; the rest was wood. âIs this the new command center?â
John nodded. âAnd the village hall too. Until the crafters get around to constructing a separate military headquarters, this here building will serve as both the villageâs administrative and military center.â
We walked into the village hall. The inside was even more unfinished than the outside. John hurried me past the empty entry chamber and through a long central passage before finally coming to a stop at a closed and guarded door.
Recognizing me and John, the sergeant on duty bobbed his head in greeting and gestured me forward. âGo on in. Theyâre expecting you.â
âThis is where I leave you,â John said. âI must return to my post at the gate.â
âThanks for escorting me,â I said.
The big man nodded and made to turn away, then paused. âOh, I almost forgot. We have a tavern now.â He grinned. âAnd beerâof sorts. Find me later, and maybe we can share a drink.â
âIâll do that,â I promised.
Turning back to the closed door, I pushed it open and stepped within.
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The new command chamber was huge. Stretching nearly the length of the room was a conference table, and behind it was an oversized deskâthe commanderâs, I presumed.
Seven people sat around the table. Jolin, Marcus, Petrov, and the four civilian heads: Melissa, Albert, Soren, and Beth. From the sounds of it, they were in the middle of a meeting. â⌠we can increase our output even more now,â Melissa was saying as I walked in.
At my entrance, heads swung my way, and the conversation died down.
Jolin rose from her chair and strode up to me. Standing at armâs length, she studied me for a moment, her shrewd gaze roving over my bare arms and armor spotted with blood and ash. Iâd not had a chance to clean up properly since leaving the hamlet, and it showed. The commander didnât remark on my appearance, though. âJamie,â she greeted warmly, taking my hands in her own wrinkled ones, âIâm glad youâre back. We missed you.â
âThank you, maâam,â I replied, choking back sudden emotion. I didnât know why but I was more touched by the old ladyâs welcome than I should have been. âItâs good to be back,â I said simply.
âDid everything go well?â she asked.
I hesitated, glancing at the others in the room. I trusted them all, even the sometimes-brash Anton, but morale was a fickle thing.
Even from my short stroll through the village, I could tell the residents were in good spirits. I didnât want to destroy that with rumors of dead settlements and approaching orcs. Better I speak to Jolin in private and leave it to her to figure out how far to spread the news, I decided. âYes, everything went well.â
Behind the commander, I saw shoulders relax and smiles break out. âBut I have much to report,â I added softly.
The old lady seemed to perceive my concern and didnât probe for further details. âIâm sure you do,â she said. âWhy donât you take a seat? The crafters are just about finished with their daily report. We can talk after that.â
I nodded and headed to the table. But before I could seat myself, the others rose from their seats to greet me in turns.
Marcus pumped my hand vigorously. âJamie, you idiot, what possessed you to head out alone!â he exclaimed, but despite his words, the blonde scout captain was smiling. âI would have gone with you if you asked.â
I unentangled my hands from his and shrugged uncomfortably. âI know,â I said, âbut it was something I had to do alone.â
Before he could respond, Melissa enfolded me in a hug. I stood frozen in her grasp for a moment before relaxing and responding in kind. âWelcome back,â she said, stepping back. âAntonâs been asking after you every day.â The head crafter smiled ruefully. âHeâs not been best pleased with my answers and has threatened to set out after you himself!â
I chuckled. I could well believe it of the passionate blacksmith.
Soren and Albert stepped forward next to clap me on the back, and even Beth and Petrov, who I knew the least well, had kind words to add.
Feeling the penetrating gaze of the commander, I glanced her way. Iâd been wondering why she hadnât chosen to meet me in private. Perhaps this was the reason.
To remind me.
All unnoticed, it seemed Sierra had become the very thing I thought Iâd lost forever: a home.
Iâm home, I thought, surprised by how true the words rang.