The Wandering Inn

Book 3: Chapter 11: E

Day 31

I wake up when I hear the crying. It isnt Durene. She sleeps beside me, or rather, slightly apart from me on the floor of her cottage. Even though were close, we sleep a bit apart. Durene sometimes rolls over in her sleep, and I have no desire to be squished like a bug twice. Especially because shes so hard to wake up when shes in a deep sleep.

Cautiously, quietly, I roll out of my side of the bed, trying not to wake Durene. She needs her sleep, and if she knows Im awake shell fuss over me and be too anxious to rest. I shiver as my shoulder touches the cold floor of Durenes cottage. I briskly get up and grope around for my clothing, locating the undergarments and over garments I placed next to my head when I slept.

Its harder than Id like; I keep finding what I think is a coat and instead pulling up part of the warm blanket Durene and I were sharing. Part of the issue is that I cant tell where clothing stops and Durenes bed begins.

My friend and host Durene doesnt have a proper bed; just a mattress made of soft blankets and pillows. I can understand why; shed probably break any raised surface with her weight, and even a king-sized bed wouldnt exactly be that big for her. Durenes not a giant, but she is half-Troll, and that means shes easily six foot six, or maybe even taller. I can only guess; Im just over six foot myself, so I have to use that as a reference when measuring her.

Fully dressed but sock-less, I shiver as I pad around the room. Still cold, even with multiple layers. I feel at one of the windows and touch a wooden shutter, cold and frozen. Right. Durene has no glass.

But I dont need to go outside to feel the cold emanating from the window. And the lovely little fire Durene made last night has gone out, even the embers. Winter is truly and deeply upon us.

Normally I wouldnt care. Id wake up later, and help Durene make breakfast. But today is different. I pause as I hunt for a sock and raise my head.

There it is again.

I whisper the words. Someone is crying. Not someone, actually. Something. I can tell its no person out there, but something animal. Its shrieking. I think its a bird, but it sounds far different from any bird call Ive heard back home. Far more anxious anddesperate.

Yes, a bird. But then, maybe Im being too hasty here. I think its a bird, but given that Im in a fantasy world, couldnt it well be a bird person? Do they exist? Ill have to ask Durene when she wakes up.

Regardless, this creatures definitely in some distress to be broadcasting so loudly. Ill be the first to admit Im more sensitive to sounds than Durene, but this bird got me up even in the middle of my sleep. And its odd, but I have a very strong compulsion to go to it. And I even know where thisbirdis.

Very odd.

My socks are on, and my comfortable shoes are laced. I pause with my hand on the door, wondering what Im doing. Its snowy outside, and even though I have my walking cane in one hand, I know from experience how easy it is to get lost by myself.

But the creature calls out again, and I push open the door and walk outside before I can stop myself. After all, I can just retrace my steps if I go a short ways. Its not that farand I can shout for Durene.

All excuses, I know. But I have to follow this feeling. And so I silently close the door so as not to wake Durene and walk out into the snow.

Its deep. I nearly stumble as I find its a foot deep. Jeez, winter here is not fun. And Durenes told me it can snow far more before the season is over. I poke at the snow in front of me, but my canes no good in this weather. I make a disgusted noise, but still

A rock straight ahead?

No. Its just my imagination. But a few cautious steps forward and my cane pokes into the snow and finds

A rock. Yes, a rock. Either that or some kind of fossilized vegetable. Nah, its a rock. But how did I know it was there?

Half a dozen explanations pop into my head, but I have no time to stop and consider them. The bird cries out again, and this time I can tell its from the ground, a little bit ahead of me and to the left, on the edge of the forest surrounding the cottage.

Yes, yes. Im coming.

No longer walking with my cane, I stride across the snowy ground with more confidence than Ive felt in a long time. I know Im walking straight through Durenes frozen-over garden, and I also know what spots are slippery and even that shes sown several crops for next year that are hibernating under the iceand that theres a cluster of turnips she forgot to pull up. I skirt her fence, walk towards a tree, and stop.

How did I just do that? It wasnt sightIve never seen in my life, but I know youd use your eyes for that and I had mine shut the entire time. But I knew where everything was. Yet here I stop, at the edge of where myperception of the landscape fades away. Yes, its as if theres a large circle around Durenes cottage I can sense, and then just emptiness past that.

And at the base of one tree, I can sense anxious movement, faint life. And my ears confirm that as I hear the creature cry out in alarm as I approach.

Whats this, now?

Broken branch. Twigs, bird poo, bonesthe remains of a nest. And on the ground

I reach out and something pecks at my hand. I yelp and draw my hand back, and the fledgling bird cries out again, calling for its parents. But if it had parents, it wouldnt be alone. So, shivering, I come to a quick decision.

None of that, now.

The bird cries out in alarm and tries to get away, but its much too weak and cold. I briskly scoop it up and ignore its struggling. The bird pecks at me again, but this time he only gets my gloves. I walk back to Durenes cottage, thinking hard all the while.

Birds fallen from nest? Doubtless. What happens to birds when that happens? I know the best thing to do is to put it back in the nest, but what if the parent is gone? Maybe its just independent?

NoI feel gently at the bird as it squawks anxiously again and amend my opinion. I dont feel any feathers, only fuzz. This is no fledgling, a semi-adult bird. Its a baby chick, or whatever the correct term is. Im no bird watcher.

And two more things I note: the bird is quite big for a baby. And its also very cold. Its shivering; how long was it out in the snow? I hurry up and push into the cottage.

A low growling sound makes the bird in my hands shut up instantly. I smile as I hear Durene snoring; she didnt even notice me come back in. Well, she might have to wake up soon regardless.

First things first. I dont bother hunting for anything; I just turn and grab a bowl out of Durenes shelves. Once again, I know exactly which one will fit the bird, and in another second Ive wrapped it gently in a towel, both to warm it and prevent it from escaping. The chick is trembling. No doubt it thinks Im going to eat it.

Well, food is a good idea, both for me and it. I sense around, and find some bread. I slice some, again, with more confidence than Id ever have normally, and offer some crumbled bits to the bird. It shies away from my hand, and then I feel a cautious peck at my bare skin. The bird finds a crumb, seems to taste it, and then spits the wet stuff back onto my hand.

Huh?

Thats odd. Dont all birds like bread? I frown and try again. But this time the bird just squawks a bit as I try to push the crumbs at it, and it doesnt touch them even when I leave some crumbs in the bowl for it.

Drat. What kind of bird do you call yourself?

I grumble at the bird as I move onto my alternate plan: getting this place warmed up. Durenes stacked firewood in a corner, but up till this point Id let her make the fire. I like to think Im quite capable, but it really is a bad idea to have the blind guy messing around with flames.

But once again, I can quite definitely tell where things are, and even if I cant see the position of the fireplace, I know where it is. Almost likea memory? Or a fact. Either way, my hands are steady as I strike the flint and steel repeatedly and eventually manage to get some kindling to light.

Fire, check.

Whats next? I feed the flames a bit and fan them to make them brighter, or however it is thats supposed to work. I guess if the bird wont eat, Ill get something. There are eggs in a basket Durene brought from the village, but Id feel guilty eating them right at this moment. How abouthm?

Sausage?

Oh yes, theres half a dried sausage in Durenes pantry. I know shes been saving it for a special occasion; meat is a luxury for her. I hesitate as I bring it out. Maybe just a bit? Fried sausage would be a treat, but can I?

The chick suddenly squawks and kicks up a racket as I bring the sausage past it. I frown, stop, and clumsily tear off a bit of meat.

You want this? Really?

I know baby birds eat meat. I mean, they eat bugs. But I thought they liked seeds and plants more thanyou know what? Im not going to argue with the facts, especially when one fact is trying to tear the bit of meat out of my fingers.

The chick greedily devours the first bit of meat I feed it, then the next. Bemused, I find a knife and slice up a good portion of the sausage into bite-sized morsels to feed the chick. It scarfs the pieces downso quickly and so fast that Im worried Ill overfeed it and make it sick! I stop after Ive given it nearly a quarter of the sausage, but then the chick just cries out for more!

Shush, you!

It doesnt listen to me. What a sound it makes! Its more like a whistle than a cry. It sounds nothing like the twittering sparrows and occasional duck that will wander by my parents home. But it does sound familiar

Huh? Wuzzis?

I lightly nudge the squalling chick with a knuckle.

And now youve woken Durene. Good job, you.

Laken? Whats going on? Why are you awake andwhats that?

I turn and smile at Durene. Her confused voice and the way she clumsily makes her way over to methese are the things that are now familiar to me. Funny, but after a month of living in her company I know her so well.

Good morning, Durene. Sorry to wake you, but we have a guest.

Is that a bird? Andmy sausage?

Her voice is dismayed, but after a round of explanations shes only too willing to help me make breakfast and play detective. The first thing she does is exclaim over the way Im able to help her prepare todays meal: a soup made of onions, leeks, peas, and cabbage. Pottage, in fact. Its seasoned heavily with dried thyme and some garlic and it tastes not bad at all. True, its a poor meal to live on each day, but Im happy enough eating it.

How can you tell where everything is?

Durene is bewildered as I nimbly pour soup into a bowl and bring it to the table, next to the restless chick. I shake my head, smiling fit to burst.

I have no idea. It must be from my Class!

But how? I thought an [Emperor] ruled. Why can they see things? Without their eyes, I mean.

Its not exactly the same.

Cautiously, I spoon the hot soup into my mouth and think as I chew.

Its gotta beI think we added too much thyme, Dureneit must be due to the fact that this is part of my domain. That is to say. My demesne.

Yourwhat?

Demesne. Its another word for, well, land owned by someone. I know this is your cottage, Durene, but I claimed it when I became an [Emperor].

I know that. And Im happy to let you, uh, have it.

Thank you. But that means I own every part of the land, not just the cottage. The ground, the skythat must be why I can sense where to go. Because it is mine.

Oh.

My friends voice is a sigh of wonder. A loud sigh, which makes the chick on the table next to me chirp in alarm. I sit up at the odd cry and frown again, tickled by that same thought.

This is one weird bird, though. I can feel it, but Im afraid that even with my newabilitiesI cant really tell what it is. Durene, what does it look like?

I hear Durene get up anxiously and pace around the chick. She comes nearer to me and apparently bends over, because the chick pecks her nose.

Ow!

Careful. Its pretty violent for a baby. It is a baby, right?

It looks like it. Its one weekno, maybe two weeks old? But its really bigI thought it was a fledgling at first, but like you said, it has no feathers.

A big bird

Sesame Street? No, focus, Laken. But now that I think of it, there might actually be land bound birds as tall as Big Bird in this world. Now theres a terrifying thought.

What else do you see?

Um. Wellits got a weird color. Sort ofwell, dark grey. Almost greenish.

Green fuzz?

Doesnt mean much to me, although I dont know any green birds. But chicks dont look anything like their adult forms.

Well, I found it on the ground. I think the nest it was in fell off the branch. Maybe the parents still around and we can return it.

I get up and Durene and I leave the chick behind to go investigate the spot where I found it. I feelamazingly happy to be able to walk that short distance without my cane. Theres no trepidation, no sense of unease as I walk. I know where everything is, and I dont have to hesitate.

Thank you. I dont know who or what brought me here, but just for a little while longer, can you let me feel like aa normal person? Is this what it feels like? To walk and know that the ground is there and I am here?

Then I come up to that blank spot where the world ends, and Durene gasps as she sees the nest.

Bones! Look at all the tiny bones, Laken! And over thereoh no.

She sees something past the spot I can sense and walks over. I wait, trying to piece together my own sensory inputs. I can tell there are bones in the nest, but I didnt focus on the size until now. Theres still a difference between what Durene sees and what I comprehend.

What is it?

Ifound the parent, Laken. Itshe? Shes dead.

Durene comes back, holding a dead bird in her hands. I blink as it comes into my zone and I register the size of the bird. Its almost a third as tall as I am!

Thats no sparrow.

No.

Half-troll she might be, but Durene has a heart that weeps for everything. She sounds upset as she tells me how it died.

It must have died of the cold. See hereoh, sorry Laken. It was fighting something, but it got hurt bad. It was bleeding, and it must have lost all its warmth when it got cold.

I get it.

I sigh as Durene and I pause, unexpectedly sad over the death of this bird. Im about to ask if we should bury it, when I sense Durene plucking feathers off the corpse.

What are you doing?

OhI thought we could eat it later. Its still cold and nothings been chewing on it, so

Oh. Ah. Hm. Well, Ive heard of people eating road kill, and at least the bird was well-preserved. Maybe Ill let Durene have it, although I could use some meat myself

Okay, lets put that aside for now. What about the nest? You say there are bones here, right? Little ones?

Thats right. Theyre very small, butI dont know how any predator would have eaten the others and left the chick you found alive.

No, it wouldnt do that.

My mind jumps to an unfortunate conclusion. I bent down and touch at the bones with one gloveless hand. Yup. Theyre picked clean.

A predator didnt kill the other babies. The chick did. It ate its brothers and sisters to survive.

An unhappy sound. Durene didnt want to come to that conclusion, but its the only one that makes sense. I straighten and sigh.

Nature at its best. But I think I have a good idea who this mystery bird is. Its an eagle, isnt it?

I think so. It could be a hawkIm not a [Hunter] so I cant tell the difference. But it looks like one of the birds that sometimes tries to swoop down and carry off a lamb, baby piglets, and so on.

Carry off lambs? Seriously?

Id heard stories of eagles trying to carry off kids, but I thought that was just a popular myth. But Durene sounds serious.

Oh yes. [Herders] and [Farmers] have to be careful. An eagle can swoop down and fly away with a lamb in seconds if they dont keep an eye out. Normally we try to get people with bows to shoot the eagle first, but its hard unless someones got a high level.

Well, this baby eagleI think theyre called eaglets, actuallyisnt going to be carrying off anything anytime soon. I think nows the moment when we make a choice, Durene.

About what?

She sounds apprehensive. I make a rueful expression, or what Ive been told is rueful.

About whether we keep it or not.

Do you meanwed throw it out in the cold?

She sounds horrified. I guess Ive got my answer. We walk back to her cottage. Durene pauses to bury the dead bird in the snow rather than bring it inside and show the chick.

Im just thinking about the problems. A baby eagle needs attention, foodthe attention bits not so hard, but Im pretty sure it only eats meat.

Oh.

Oh indeed.

Heres why this is a problem in this world. In mine, the biggest obstacle would be getting a permit to raise a baby eagletheyre considered illegal to own in the United States, and I suspect other countries wouldnt be too hot on them as a pet either. Housing would be another problem I guess, and training

But here, meat is the issue. Theres not exactly a supermarket around here, and Durenes not rich. I am, but Riverfarm isnt, so I dont know how far the gold coins I dug up would go down there anyways.

I think we should take care of him.

Durenes voice interrupts me. I can tell shes practically wringing her hands, and her voice is anxious.

If we need to, I can get meat. I could try setting a trap or hunting. And II have pigs!

Its funny how she cares more for a chick I found than the pigs shes raised for years. Then again, she must have to force herself to look at the pigs as food. I nod as I pick up the upset little bird and it pecks at my hands.

Okay then. Hopefully it wont come to that.

Do you really think well be able to raise him?

Theres a glimmer of hope in her tone. As it so often happens, I realize that this is something Durene might have dreamed about but could never realize. A pet. It sounds so simple, but for her, it might just have been a dream.

We can try. But I have to warn you, Durene. The chick might die no matter what we do.

Oh no.

Durene already sounds heartbroken as she hovers around the bird in my hands. I find her arm with a hand and pat it gently. But I dont give her false hope. Im under no illusions; I dont know how to raise birds, and this young one was born too late. Or maybe birds in this world cant tell when winter is about to arrive thanks to thoseWinter Sprites, and so they can only hope.

With those thoughts in mind, I find myself constructing a more permanent nest for the chick. And thats with the understanding that this nest isnt going to be reused; the chick has already pooped quite extensively in Durenes bowl.

It should probably be pretty big. Yesthats about right.

I smile to myself as Durene fusses over the chick, holding it gently and exclaiming as it pecks at her hands.

Does ithave a name?

Not yet. Would you like to name it, Durene?

OhI couldnt. Why dont you, Laken? You found it, anyways.

I nod and take the chick from Durene, it struggles a bit in my grip, but I have a good hold over its growing wings. I stare down at it and think for a second. And perhaps its another bit of whimsy, but I decide that if Im going to take care of this bird, I might as well do it properly.

Straightening my back, I place the chick on the new nest, and put my hand solemnly on its head. It doesnt move about much; I make my voice deeper as I speak to Durene and the world at large.

Its not often that I find a baby bird lying on the ground. But since youre here and your motheror fatheris gone, it falls to me to take care of you. Youchick.

The little bird pecks at the bottom of my hand.

Stop that.

Durene giggles. I smile, and think for a moment.

Well then, I think Ill name you Frostwing, because that sounds quite appropriate for a bird in a fantasy world. It sounds a bit silly, but maybe youll grow into it. And I accept you into my small empire as one of my loyal, if noisy, subjects.

The bird goes still for a second, and then I sense it rustling under my hand. Durene makes cooing sounds of delight.

Aw! Its grooming itself, Laken!

Ill take that as a yes. Okay, lets finish this nest and figure out where its going to sleep. I dont want it wandering off during the night.

Okay!

And there we have it. Another little addition to the cottage. Im not sure if I regret it; little Frostwing pecks at my fingers and it eats and defecates a bit too much for my comfort. It has a very sharp, curved beak. Plus, it has a rather shrill cry that can get on the nerves

And yet, I cant see any other way this encounter could have gone. Would I have left it there to die? No. Theres no way I would have. And I have to wonder as I go to sleep, Frostwing resting in its new nest in the kitchen. I have to wonder if it was like that for Durene with me. Perhaps I was a little bird she found in the forest. The thought makes me smile as I close my eyes and sleep.

[Emperor Level 5!]

[Beast Tamer Obtained!]

[Beast Tamer Level 1!]

[Skill Lesser Bond: Frostwing obtained!]

Oh you have got to be kidding me.

Day 32

Why is leveling up so easy? No, before that, why is gaining a new class so easy?

This is the thought that circles around in my head, nudging my brain every once in a while. I dont really have the brain cells to allocate to the issue though; Im so sleep deprived that I can barely think straight.

Its been a long night, and a longer morning. Durene is asleep, and Im on bird-feeding duty. Again. As it turns out, Frostwing, the noisy little eaglet, apparently needs to be fed on an hourly basis. Or at least thats how it felt last night. And since Durene isnt as nimble as I am, it fell to me to get out of the warm, comfortable bed and feed the squalling creature while avoiding its sharp beak.

Do I regret all of this? Yes and no. The class helps. It really does. Because now I can wonderwhat does lesser bond mean? Whats the benefit of this class? Will it just aid me in raising Frostwing? Or are there applicable benefits?

Right now the only benefit I can feel is knowing how much to feed Frostwing. Its like intuitionI can tell if the bird needs another morsel, or if feeding ither too much would result in her puking up her meal. Thats valuable info, as is her gender.

I cant tell with my [Emperor] senses, and Im not about to go probing with my fingers. But Durene checked, and this bird is indeed a female one. Good for her.

But back to my class. I get the [Beastmaster] class. It only makes sense that Id get it. But why did I level up as an [Emperor]? Lets think about that.

I poke Frostwing as she tears at a bit of meat. She pecks my finger. I rub at an eye and frown.

Intent. Intent and purpose. I was fully committed to keeping the eagletFrostwing alive. Not only that; I fulfilled some criteria for the [Emperor] class. It makes sense that gaining exp for an [Emperor] would involve growing my kingdom and recruiting new subjects somehow.

But seriously? One baby eagle is worth a level in [Emperor]? Nono, wait a second. Maybe its not just numbers, but something else. Durene was my first vassal, but she came with the class. This is the first time Ive declared my sovereignty over another being, and after Id rescued them from death within my sovereign territory, no less.

Thats the only explanation I can come up with. How confusing. If only there were an instruction manual, or a wiki page or something I could use. But assuming this is a game, or something similar, the fun would be in finding how the rules work. And exploiting any secrets you can find.

Poke. Peck. Poke. Peck.

I keep baiting Frostwing, letting her strike at my finger and pulling it away before she can tag me. Its, well, pretty fun, although getting pecked isnt. But it must be fun, because before I know it, Durenes awake.

Laken! Is your finger bleeding?

So it is. I guess I must have got lost in playing.

For how long?

Im not sure. Hours? I fed her twice.

Twice?

Im not good with sleep deprivation. Not that I think anyones exactly proficient in that area. Once Im more awake and Ive had a cup of teaand what I wouldnt give for an espressoDurene and I get about the business of business. We dont always stay in the cottage, although its a tempting option in this cold weather.

Our goal for today is actually quite simple: in lieu of the practically gone sausage, Durene and I have to find something for Frostwing to eat. She doesnt want to butcher one of her pigs and I cant blame her. Theyre not fully grown yet, and it would be a terrible waste, even if she and I eat some of it.

Plus, I dont quite have the heart for it. What I do have the heart for, and what came to me as I was feeding Frostwing a bit more sausage was that my [Emperor] senses can be used for more than just navigation.

Right here.

I whisper to Durene as we stand next to a tree trunk. Shes silent for a second.

Found it. Its a small hole.

Want me to?

No. Ive got it.

Durene takes a deep breath, and then I hear her reach into the hole in the tree trunk. Theres alarmed chattering and frantic movement as her hand enter the squirrels nest, then

Got one.

I heard the crunch. I feel a bit sick, but I know its not over. There arewerethree squirrels nesting in the tree that I sensed. Durene grimly catches the other two and swiftly snaps their necks.

Its done, Laken. Ill pull them out if you can hold them

Got it.

She might not like killing creatures, but shes efficient when she does. I hold the surprisingly heavy creatures, wincing as I feel their dangling necks.

I feel bad.

Yeah.

It was an idea. If I can sense Frostwing, what about other creatures? Turns out I can at least find squirrel dens, if I concentrate. Is this fair? No. But were out of meat and Frostwing needs a meal. So this has to be done.

Once were finished, Durene and I walk back to the cottage. She actually took the acorns the squirrels had been hoarding as well; they can be ground up. Durene doesnt waste any food.  Then were in the kitchen, Frostwing cheeping with excitement. Three squirrels are ready to be skinned in moments, and I have to help with that grisly business. It wouldnt be right otherwise.

UmII think weve got towith the head

Ill do it.

Its grisly, and it involves sawing and hacking, neither of us being proficient in preparing animals. Durene is no hunter, and if she does find animals, she generally has someone in the village help her prepare it for a share of the food. She didnt even manage to bring herself to eat Frostwings motherafter some debate we buried her half-plucked corpse just outside the garden.

At least I cant see what Im doing. Durene assures me that in this case, this is a good thing. Mind you, I dont like the squishing and therest. But Im not the one who has to stumble out of the cottage for a breath of fresh air.

Durene? I think Im done.

Quietly, Durene takes the fur and other inedible bits outside. I can tell shes burying the pieces. Shes a bit snuffly when she comes back in, but determined to put a brave face on it.

At least Frostwing gets to eat. Thatsits for her.

I nod. The chick is already demanding a bloody piece of meat, and we can freeze the rest although well have to watch out for scavengers. Hell, we could probably kill them.

Durene shudders a bit as I put the meat into a bowl. I clean my hands with water after I feed Frostwing and then go over to her.

Did they bite your hand?

A bit. Butits fine. My skins tough and I did far worse to them.

She sounds unhappy. And guilty. Carefully, I hold her hands, making sure theyre unharmed for myself. Thick skin. But such a terribly soft heart.

Youre a gentle soul.

I kiss Durene gently on the cheek. She blushesI can feel it. And then of course one thing leads to another. At least Frostwing doesnt interrupt us more than once.

What? Its not like its hard to figure out what people in this world do in the winter. And Durene and I are new at this. But kissing her I could do forever. I could sit and talk with her long into the night. And I do. Other things happen of course, but sometimes its just worth sitting by someone you

Love.

[Beast Tamer Level 2!]

Day 34

Its funny. Ive had pets, and its always flurry and new experiences those first few days. But after a while, even feeding an eaglet bloody pieces of meat youve butchered yourself gets normal.

Thats how I find myself sitting in the kitchen, playing poke-peck with Frostwing. I think she could use the exercise, and I myself have already gone for a brisk walk with Durene. But at this time of day I usually stay indoors while she works.

Yes, works. Durenes job doesnt end in the winter of course. In fact, there might even be more to do. She planted a number of crops that could be harvested in the winter, and aside from tending to them, she has to clear out snow every day as well. She also normally takes this time to fix up her cottage, repair any tools, and of course, chop firewood.

With me around I can at least fix her meals and help with some small-time repairs, but my job is mainly looking after the chick. Im certainly not a [Lumberjack]. Truth be told, neither is Durene, but with her strength it doesnt really matter. I asked her about it at one point; she has an old axe, but she claims she only uses it to hack up the tree when its felled. As to the felling, she says its easy.

I mean, if its a small tree, I can just kick it or push it over.

So it sounds simple enough for her. At any rate, Durene gets paid a pittance for supplying Riverfarm village with firewood, so when shes not with me and Frostwing, shes out in the forest. Rather, I make her go. Im now fully confident in myself thanks to my new Skill, and we cant always be cramped together.

Not that thats necessarily a bad thing.

Anyways its just me and Frostwing, testing our reflexes. My attentions completely focused on the game, until I feel asensation at the back of my mind and get distracted.

As I pull my finger back a bit too slowly, Frostwing hits me with a good peck and pierces my skin. I yelp and I hear what almost sounds like a cheep of apology from her. But Im not paying attention to the bird. My head turns and I frown.

Someones coming.

By the time [Farmer] Prost stops outside the cottage, Im already waiting for him, a smile on my lips. If hes confused by my intuition, his voice doesnt show any sign of it.

Mister Laken, Im glad to see youre well this day.

Im glad to meet you as well, Mister Prost. Youll have to tell me if youre well.

A bit cold, I know. But I still remember how I last met the man. I hear a pause, and then a note of uncertainty in Prosts voice.

Im well, Mister Laken. Thank you for asking.

And your wife? How is Yesel doing? And the kids?

All well, Mister Laken.

Well, thats enough pleasantries. I nod and smile again, cheerfully. And say nothing else. If he wants anything else he can just say it.

After another moment of uncertainty, Prost gets to the point.

Not to be interrupting you, Mister Laken, but ah, I was wondering if I could have a word with you. About Durene.

Another word? Well, I suppose I have no choice but to hear you out. Whats wrong with Durene this time?

Nothing, sir. Its just, well, Id like to talk, thats all.

Oh? Talk? I see. I let Prost go on.

Durenes a goodgirl. But shes only a [Farmer], and I understand youre not. Shes said as much when she came into the village a day ago. Id hate to think she was getting involved with someone with other duties later on, if you understand me.

Oh? Is it now youre too good for her? What is with these people? My smile freezes a bit on my face. But I keep silent. Wait. Wait for him to keep going and then smack him in the face.

Metaphorically, of course.

We, ah, understand

Now. I jump in, my voice as smooth as I can make it. Friendly. Open. I put honest confusion into my tone.

Do excuse me, Mister Prost. Im afraid Im a bit off-balance. You see, I thought you were coming here for something else.

Oh? Whats that, Mister Laken?

Well, its just thatand you may call me silly for thinking thisI was under the distinct impression that you were coming here to apologize.

Apologize?

To Durene. For calling her a monster. Inhuman. A freak.

I wish I could see his face. I can only tell the man is standing in front of me, but then I hear him shift in the snow. Uneasily.

I, ah, regret the other day, Mister Laken. I do. But I only spoke the truth. It needed to be said. And even if Durene wasupset, it dont change the facts. So I dont think I need to say anything to anyone, if you understand me.

Again I interrupt him. This time I dont even try to keep the undertone of irritation and anger out of my voice.

No, of course not. Youre a grown man and Durenes only a young woman who looks up to you as an adult. Why should you apologize to her for telling the truth? Why should you feel guilty for hurting the feelings of a half-Troll? My mistake.

Prosts voice is rougher too, but hes still determined to be polite. I wonder why? Its not like Id be able to beat him if he threw a punch. But maybe theres more in him than just bigotry and prejudice. Maybe he knows Im right.

You seem to feel I should be talking to Durene, Mister Laken?

I would never tell a grown man what to do. But theyre so hard to find these days. No matter where I look, I cant see any.

Another shot, and I know it hits something. But Prost is a stubborn man, a farmer. He doesnt roll over, he digs in and keeps going. Reasonable tone, conciliatory words. I can tell he wants me to agree with him, to give a bit. Not happening.

Durene isuseful. Helpful. She cares, I know that Mister Laken. And were lucky to have her around some times. But shes still a half-Troll. And that means shes part monster. Not entirely Human. It makes us parents worry some nights. What can you say to that?

Half-Troll. Its as if all Durene is, is just a word. How can they not see? She is more than that. Shes a [Paladin]. What would he say if I mentioned that?

Shes a person, Mister Prost. A person. Where I come fromwell, some people judge others based on what they look like its true. But take it from a man who cant see, theres more than just sight that goes into people. If sight was all we judged by, why, wouldnt I be as much of aa monster as Durene?

Pause. Did anything I said go through? I hear Prost move about in the snow again, and then he speaks.

Its hard to look at her and not be afraid, Mister Laken. Maybe if I had the courage to close my eyes Id think differently when I spoke to her. But its hard to get past.

Hard, but necessary.

Theres some truth to what you say, sir. I know Durene and shed never hurt a fly. Maybe

Maybe. Just maybe youve been wrong. I wait for more, but thats it.

Well, Ill give it some thought and let the others know what youve said. Thats all I can say, sir.

Id appreciate that. And I will say that if one more person hints at Durene being not good enough or I hear that shes a freak, Ill start throwing things. And believe me, I have pretty good aim even if I cant see.

I could probably nail him with a snowball, at least around Durenes cottage. But I wont. He came here to talk to me about Durene, and I said my bit and he said his. If he changes, all for the better.

But Prost isnt quite done. He stands there for a while longer, and I have the distinct feeling hes looking me up and down. When he speaks next, he has that same odd note of respect in his voice. Why?

You seemtaller, Mister Laken. Better than before, if you dont mind me saying so.

Not at all. Im glad I seem so healthy to you.

Taller? What does he mean? But its clear Prost means more than just height. Hes about to leave when I hear Frostwing kicking up a fuss inside the cottage. Maybe shes finally caught Prosts scent, or shes hungry again.

Whats that sound?

I shrug as Prost begins to sound nervous again.

Oh, that? Thats a baby eagle Im raising.

A baby

He chokes on the words.

Youre just full of surprises, arent you Mister Laken? Whered you find a baby eagle?

In the snow, just like everyone else.

And youre going to raise it?

If I can keep trapping animals. Eagles only eat meat, which is sort of tough for me and Durene.

I have a sudden thought.

Say, Mister Prost, would you consider selling me some food? Id be willing to pay you a good price for anything you can spare out of your larder.

Prost sounds vaguely surprised at my offer. I guess he really only came up here to chat.

Food, sir? I dont know. Its awfully dear at this time of year, and the harvest was good, but not so much that Id want to let anything go for cheap.

How would a gold coin sound?

An intake of breath. I wait patiently, face straight. Yes, I have quite a lot of money, dont I? Id nearly forgotten with Frostwing, but hey, if youve got it, why not spend it? And its not like I can eat gold.

Prost murmurs to himself in surprise. He seems to take for granted the fact that I have a gold coinfrom what Durene says every family might have one gold coins worth in savings, but probably not more than that unless they work a more profitable job. Its more hand-to-mouth around here.

A gold coin? Im not sure we can spare

What about the other villagers? I dont need much, but Id like more eggs than Durenes chickens provide, and Id love to have enough meat to go round.

The villagers might ah, go for that. But a gold coinat this time of yearwell, Id have to think about it.

I nod seriously, as if Im considering Prosts words carefully. Then I rub my hand over my mouth as if in serious thought.

How does this sound, then? One gold coinfor whatever dried meat, eggs, and so on you feel you can trade. If the rest of the village will add a bit from their stock, Ill make it two gold coins. You can take the money, Mister Prost, and change it however you feel is right. And then you can bring me whatever my moneys worth.

Credit to him, the other mans voice sounds only slightly strangled as he replies.

Thatsvery generous of you, sir.

I shrug, slightly.

I have a bit of money saved up, and mouths to feed. And Id like to repay Durene back for all the help shes been to me. You understand that, dont you?

I do indeed, sir. Well then, if youre sure Id happily accept.

I hold out a hand, and Prost takes it and gives me a firm shake. His hand is callused and cold. Somehow rougher than Durenes, even though she has harder skin.

Give me one second to get the coin.

I love my Skill. Instead of having to search around desperately for the bag of coins and money, I find it in an instant. Durene hid it behind a sack, as if there were thieves lurking around the cottage. Then again, I suppose it would have been bad if Prost had entered the cottage and seen the bag lying around.

I take two gold coins out and come back to Prost in less than ten seconds.

Youre awfully fast for a blind man, if you dont mind my saying so, Mister Laken.

Blind doesnt mean slow, Mister Prost.

Of course not.

I give him the heavy coins and he promises to bring some food the next day. I have the distinct feeling hes going to take as much of a cut as he can before paying the other villagers, but thats pretty much why I made the offer in the first place. And if it means foodall the better.

Trade negotiations for the Empire of Laken or perhaps the Blind Empire have been concluded. All thats left is to wait for Durene and give her the good news. Shes astounded of course, and a bit worried.

Isnt spending that much money

Please, Durene. I found this bag by accident and theres a hundred times what I just spent in here, easily. If it means we can feed this greedy sack of feathers, Im all for it.

I poke at Frostwing again, noting that she still does not, in fact, have feathers. Durene makes a noise which could be in agreement.

How do you think I did in bargaining with Prost, though? Did I pay him too much?

Durene thinks about this for a second.

A gold coin? Thatsfair? A big, big basket full of meat and food would probably be a gold coin. Two is expensive, but it is winter.

And its enough to provide for another mouth and us comfortably throughout the winter. The villagers are happy, and so are we.

Durene nods, or at least, I feel her do something as I sit next to her, sharing the blanket.

Its justthats a lot of money, Laken. Ive never even seen more than three gold coins at once, and thats how much the [Merchant] that visited had.

Three gold coins? That makes me smile, but sadly. I have a bag full of wealth beyond Durenes imagination. And I? I have no sense of what it means to her. In a very real way, I dont deserve it. But I will try to treat it seriously. After all, if I wasted the gift I was given, that would be even worse than not getting it at all.

I think two gold coins is fine, Durene. We could use the food, and this way well be able to eat more than just pottage every night. Moreover, it pays to be a bit generous, but not too much. Especially if they start asking how much money I have.

Not that I think theyd risk Durenes wrath. But the image of the angry mob haunts the back of my mind, and I think, Durenes. Conversation sort of trails off after that, but I cant help but feel it was a decent days work. Maybe Prost wont change, but at the very least, I can pay him to feed us. Thats got to be worth something.

[Emperor Level 6!]

[Skill Intimidating Glare obtained!]

You have got to be kidding me.

Hmm? Laken?

Nothing. Go back to sleep, Durene. And you too, Frostwing.

Day 38

He did apologize to Durene, I think. I didnt hear it myself, and reading between the lines of what Durene said, it was a briefer apology than I would have liked.

But it was something.

And we got the food! I think the basket containing the dried ham, eggs, cheeses, and other delicious goods was enough for Durene. I could practically hear her stomach growling as I took it from Prost. And by all accounts, the villagers were happy to give up some food for good coin. So we also earned a bit of goodwill. Score one for generosity.

Frostwing certainly appreciated the meat. She eats more day by day, and shes bigger than she was beforesubstantially. I can feel her getting restless and moving about more, and I wonder how big shell get before shes able to fly.

Moreover, why was her nest so low to the ground, and in a tree no less? I thought eagles made their roosts high up. Theres something about hernot to mention the fact that even after weve washed her, Durene says Frostwings fuzz is definitely green.

I dont know. Ill have to wait and see. Ive managed to train Frostwing a bitshe now knows not to poop in the nest and instead do it in another bowl nearby. Plus, shes stopped waking me up in my sleep! By this point, Im a Level 4 [Beast Tamer], the product of much work and pecked fingers. No new Skills, but I consider my new friend a gift enough.

Durenes out helping clear snow in the village, and Im sitting outside, Frostwing huddled in a scarf on my lap. Im not sure if thats smart, but my bond with her will tell me when shes too cold, and I dont want her to just breathe stale air.

The air is crisp, but Im warm and my stomach is full. Its a nice day. And then I feel it. Something enters the area around the cottage, swooping in from high above. Not somethingsomethings. I pause, warily, and Frostwing screeches in alarm. Then I hear the voice.

Look! Look, sisters! Ive found him! The one who rules over this small place!

What the? Did I just hear a voice? I turn my head as I hear laughter and feel something flying around me! A bug? Abird? No. It has a voice! But theres no person standing around the cottage. I would feel it. Yet there is something in the air.

Whos there?

Laughter. A voice that sounds like falling snow and pure ice rings out, up and to the left, as if the speaker is flying. She calls to me.

Can you not hear us, oh Emperor? We are here, Frost Faeries of the Winter Court to meet you! Are you not honored?

Frost Faeries?

Whats going on? Are there really faeries flying around my head? My first instinct is to disbelieve, but my sensible brain overrides that.

Okay, faeries. Durene tells me theres magic, so why not faeries? Wait, didnt she mention that name to me

Youre Winter Sprites?

More laughter from above me. Frostwing is squirming in my lap, making sounds of distress. I think shes afraid of these Frost Faeries, and that makes me wary. Already I can remember legends of the sidhe, and how they can be very, very dangerous. I try to remember what to do.

Be polite, be courteous. Offer them hospitality? Dont tell them my name or make promises.

I decide to roll with it. Its probably the best thing to do, but I throw in some healthy skepticism just to be on the safe side.

Greetings, faeries. If thats who you really are.

Above me, I hear a mix of voices speak at once, a few outraged, some intrigued and playful. My god, it does sound like theyre flying around me!

You question us?

He does! Look! He cannot see us, only hear us!

He sees naught!

Aye, but he rules over this place nonetheless. Emperor of the Unseen!

Its both terrifying and amazing. But when they mention that title I freeze in my seat.

How do you know I called myself that?

It was just a joke, said to Durene in the privacy of my cottage weeks ago. The faeries laugh and I feel something colder than freezing in front of my face. Is it right in front of me? I make no move.

We heard your words. How could we not? Ye claimed this land to the world and all living in it!

Heard my words? How?

WellI suppose Im flattered that youre taking such notice of me. But what do faeries have to do with me?

A tinkling laugh, like icicles breaking.

We have come here to bear witness to you, of course!

Bear witness? Why?

Art thou not an [Emperor]?

The faerie makes it sound as if its the most obvious thing in the world. And I start to get it. Faeries, kingstheyre tied together, like how the faeries blessed Briar Rose in the original tale. And theyve come to visit me?

Im honored, of course. But have you come to simply see and acknowledge me, or do you have some other reason? And shouldnt you be bowing? I am an [Emperor].

Im playing a dangerous and probably stupid game. But the faerie in front of me laughs again, apparently taken with my boldness.

Hah! We bow to no mortal sovereign. You may claim the land, but we are far more than mere dirt and plant. Your authority has no sway over we.

And yet you acknowledge it exists.

Of course! What churls do you think we are?

We came to bear witness!

To see an Emperor of this small place!

And because we had nothing better to do!

Well then, it sounds to me like these faeries came here because they were bored. Which means theyre capricious. Better to get on their good side. But how? I dont know if offering them food is any goodId have to make some, and all of Durenes cooking utensils are made of iron.

Well then, in the name of the Unseen Empire, I bid you welcome. You are all honored guests, although I regret that my master chef and seneschal is out chopping wood. Please, make yourselves at home.

The faeries seem delighted at this.

Oho!

He is polite, this one! He knows how to treat us: with respect!

Not like those other fools!

I wonder who theyre talking about. I sense the faeries flying lower, and inquire politely.

Do you have any business here besides meeting me? I wouldnt want to keep you from your duties.

A chorus of denials greets me.

Nae, we have time.

Until the spring comes, we are free!

Free to do as we please, and not follow one stupid mortal!

Aye! So we came here to meet you! Twas worth it to be greeted with respect.

Another voice chimes in, high and excited.

Plus, we wanted to see ye before it was too late.

Shh! Dont tell him that!

Wait, what?

Idiot!

I hear a light smack and I have to guess one of the faeries hit the other. I hold Frostwing in my hands, although shes barely moving, heart suddenly beating out of my chest. Faeries. Beings that can see and predict fate.

Theres something bad about to happen? Please, tell me.

Well

Shh! Be quiet!

No. Forget what you heard, mortal!

The faeries flutter around me. They start arguing, and I hear a few of them saying they should tell me. But most of them are in favor of not. A few fly up, and I raise my voice desperately.

Wait, hold on! I entreat you, please, stay and let us talk.

A pause, and then I sense them flying close to me.

Very well. For your words of hospitality, we will listen. Speak, oh Emperor, Protector of Durenes Cottage.

No time to laugh, and no time to question. I clear my throat.

It seems to me that youwise and noble faeries are aware of some impending danger to me and my empire that I am not aware of.

Perhaps.

Indeed, and I would never ask you to reveal a secret. But perhaps I could persuade you to help me avert the tragedy that is yet to come? Or at the very least, reveal the danger to me.

The faeries murmur at this. I hold my breathIm trying to sound formal, but I have no idea how to actually talk to the fae. A bargain with them sounds like a bad idea, but this disaster

Intriguing. What do you propose, mortal?

Yatzhee! I keep my face composed as I nod in what I hope is a dignified manner.

Well, I cannot offer you land or a marriage to my house

Hah!

Shh!

But what would you say to mortal riches? I have gold and jewels to compliment your radiance. Would you accept that?

The faeries confer, whispering loudly.

Mmmaybe.

Hah! He seeks to flatter us. He calls us radiant, he who cannot see!

Ah, but we are radiant, are we not sisters? Any mortal can tell that, even without sight.

True! But gold is so heavy. And it is a secret.

In the end, they fly back down to me, probably shaking their tiny heads. I can only imagine.

No, oh Emperor. It is not enough. Mortal wealth has little luster for us. Have you nothing else to offer?

Nothing. Damn it, nothing. Only a bit of food, and I cant feed all of them! If only I had an actual empire. But my [Emperor] title is just for show. I can only

Wait. Emperor. Empire. What about

I clear my throat.

What if I gave you a noble title?

What?

Really?

Are you serious, mortal?

Am I? Yes.

Only naturally. I would offer entrance into my noble court to any friend of my kingdom. You, for instance

I point in the direction of the voice of the faerie that just spoke.

For your aid, would you accept a title? That of, say, Comtesse?

Ooh! I like that!

What about us?

I want to be a Comtesse!

Nay, I!

We cannot all be Comtesses! What of the rest of us, mortal?

Jeez, do I have to bribe all of them? I think quickly.

I could make younoblesse uterine if you wanted.

Not exactly a flattering name. The tiny voices confer, and then dissent.

Nay! Another title!

Marchioness, then? Orhow about Herzogin?

Ooh! I like that!

I want to be that!

No, me!

Theyre like children, squabbling over titles I just made up. And yetmaybe theres more to it than that. It might sound funny, but I am an Emperor, and I do have the power to make the nobility.

Still, I cant help but feel glad that no ones watching me as I come outside and address one of the faeries who kneels in the air in front of me.

Very well. I dub thee Comtesse of the Soup Spoon.

So saying, I hand her a wooden spoon. The other faeries ooh and applaud, and the faerie seizes the spoon from my hand and crows in triumph. That position was heavily sought after, but the other titles are equally as important. I turn to the next faerie.

If you would be a Reichsgrfin in my empire

Aye, I would!

Then I grant you that position for as long as my empire exists. To the end of time, an Emperors word on it.

Hah! I will hold you to your word, mortal!

Thats what worries me. But I have no time to reflect on my actions. I go down the line of faeries. A Comtesse, several Ladies, a Duchess and a ViscountI dub a score of them Blumenritter, and make one a Baron. I asked her if she wanted to be a Baroness, but she preferred Baron.

And then its over. I breathe out and feel the assembled peerage of my empire flying before me. I bow to them regally, and hear them laugh in delight. The sound warms my heart even in this chill, but I am still afraid.

So now will you tell me what fate waits for my empire?

The faeries pause.

We cannot say.

Really? After all this? I only cross my arms and frown. The faeries hurry on.

We cannot! It is a secret and not our place to tell. But since ye have given us an Emperors gift, we shall return your kindness. I swear to you, oh mortal ruler, this fate shall not befall your land or your people.

Is that a good thing or a bad thing? Noits good. And I know better than to question it. Instead, I nod my head regally.

My thanks to you. You and your kind are welcome in my land. Know this.

Aye, and we shall treasure your gifts to us, mortal!

You shall be safe, we promise!

You arent badfor an Emperor!

The faeries cry out as they laugh and fly away from me. I listen to them go, worried and relieved and happy in turns. Faeries. My god.

Durene finds me sitting in the snow, about an hour later. I hear her exclaim and then come running over.

Laken! Whats wrong? Why are you out here? Youre so cold!

I just laugh at her, which makes her even more confused and upset. I let her carry me inside and fuss over me. I barely know where to begin. How can I even explain what happened? I do my best, but she can hardly believe me herself. But there is one thing I now know, with dreadful certainty.

Something bad is about to happen, Durene.

It might avoid us, according to the faeries. But I cannot help but wonder and worry. It may be mortal folly, but I am mortal. And I worry. But that is only half of me. The other half wonders and dreams of magic.

I saw faeries.

[Emperor Level 7!]

Day 41

Three days later it happened. I was just waking up, in that blissful moment between waking and sleeping. I was about to feed Frostwing some cold meat when I heard a roar like thunder. But unlike thunder, the sound did not diminish. Rather, it grew louder.

Durene!

Maybe I was expecting it. But the reality of the ground shaking around me and Durenes pottery clattering and breaking on the shelves is far more horrific than anything I could have dreamed. I hear Frostwing screeching, and Durene shouting for me.

We meet in the center of the cottage as the rumbling oblivion of noise crescendos around us. It feels like the world is ending, and all I can do is hold Durene to me. I feel her squeezing me hard, and close my eyes.

And then, as quick as the terror has begun, its over. I open my eyes slowly, for the first time in ages. Of course I see nothing, but I do it all the same. It feels like I should see something, for the world has changed.

I know it, even if the cottage and the area around it that I can sense is the same. Durene is quivering in my arms. As she holds me and I hold her, I can hear Frostwing shrieking in alarm. At last I manage to let go of Durene and stagger up to her.

Frostwing. Are you?

Shes alright. Just scared out of her wits. I check her with my hands just to be sure. Theyre shaking. Then I hear Durene gasp.

Durene. What is it?

Thethe

She cant even speak. I rush to her side, and feel her at the open door. But I cant sense anything.

Durene?

The snow

Her eyes see it. But it takes me a long time, an eternity, to coax her mouth into making sense for me. And then she speaks and I realize whats happened.

The snow. The snow came down off of a distant mountain. The snow, triggered by snowfall of a sound or the faeries, turned into an avalanche that poured down, smashing everything in its way. It travelled miles, a vast distance, before expending the last of its energy here.

Even the last of its force is enough to destroy everything in its path. Trees were uprooted, a good swathe of the forest buried. But by some miraclesome magical helpthe force of the avalanche split around the hut. Ours is the only unburied point as far as Durene can see.

Its a miracle.

Durene hugs me again, shaking. I hug her back, even though I know thats not entirely true. Not a miracle. A gift. Payment in kind.

I dont know if I should thank the faeries or blame them. I settle for thanking them, and feel relief coursing through my veins. Its over. Were safe. If the faeries hadnt diverted the avalanche, the cottage would have been buried or smashed to bits. Im just glad we werent outside of the cottage or

My heart stops in my chest. I realize with horror what must have happened. My sightless gaze turns to the road connecting Durenes cottage with the rest of the world, now covered in snow.

Oh no. The village.

Durene gasps in horror. She lets go of me.

It wouldve been right in the way of the avalanche! Laken, what should we do? We have todo you think it missed them?

No, no I dont. I can just imagine what happened. The avalanche hit the village. I mightvethe buildings are sturdy and this was the tail end of it. But what good is that against thousands of tons of snow?

Durene is panicking, and Im rooted to one spot. We have to help. But how? Its just me and Durene. Should I grab a shovel? Nofood? Whats the best option? Where will the villagers go? Is it still dangerous there?

I dont know what the right choice is here. I dont know how to save the lives that might be at riskor already gone.

Think, Laken. What can I do? What can we do?

What would an [Emperor] do?