The Maker gave you what you need to save him yourself. Use it! Djurle told you that you didn't hurt anyone who lived in Erith, and if you didn't do it then, you won't do it now!
Zebulon’s choked attempt at a breath reminded Tecovis of that day…
I can't!
“I'm sorry Lieutenant. You've done a lot for my people. You have heart. But unfortunatly you're too much trouble. And as the living ancestors say, the only good human is a dead one."
You must! Nobody else can save him now! Djurle's not coming, it has to be YOU!
A spike of ice as long as a full fledged spear began to form in the open hand of the grixovite, Zeb's eyes went wide and he redoubled his efforts to escape.
“ZEB!!!”
Remember how your power came! Bring it back out!
Her voice grated against Tecovis's ears. “Don't worry, I'll make sure it's quick. You at least deserve that much.”
I'm sorry... I'm sorry Mama… I'm sorry… I have to… I can't... I can't let him die too…
Zebulon continued to struggle, unable to accept defeat he kicked at the Grixovite. The ice itself jumped upwards and froze both his legs together before he could hit her.
Pain shot through his body as the vandals struck him to the ground from behind.
Tecovis pushed against his frozen tomb. He could feel his solidified gambeson start to thaw.
He felt something crack in his heart as he saw his mother's corpse, lifeless and limp in the bandit's grasp.
An audible crack reverberated through the ice. The grixovite stopped as she turned to face the noise.
Momma!? MOMMA!!!
Tecovis unleashed a scream as he pushed against the ice with all of his might.
Smoke burned his lungs as the building the bandits had claimed now lay in tatters.
It continued to crack before shattering into pieces, releasing him from his chilled bonds.
He would make them pay.
“Well, well. I guess this just got interesting.”
He would make them ALL pay for what they did to his home.
Zeb peeled himself away from her frosty grasp and collapsed to the ground several feet below, his breathing labored from the drop. She ignored him, focusing on Tecovis.
He would make them pay if it was the last thing he did.
“You've got my attention now human. You'd best hope your little show is more than just a party trick.”
His rage was immeasurable.
Her hand pointed at the dripping guardsman and a trail of ice spikes shot from the ground towards him.
His fury a blaze that would not be stopped.
The air spat at the sudden wave of heat that radiated from Tecovis, the ice unable to reach him as it turned to steam instantly.
Every single one of them...
The grixovite woman began to tremble.
“That's not... What are you?”
Would…
The now dry Tecovis looked at the fearful grixovite as she tried to step away from him. Zeb could do nothing more than stare with wonder from the ground as he continued to recover.
Face…
Flames wreathed his fingers, subsumed his palms, and trailed up his forearms. The gambeson under his armor smoked. His power, a raging inferno he'd thought he'd snuffed with years of discipline, finally on display for all to see after nine long years.
His…
In response to the grixovite, from deep, deep within him, Tecovis was able to growl only a single word.
“...Wrath.”
Your story continues... Find it in 'The Spirit of Fire Part 2; Module B {yet to be written}
