Miles away, deep within the Dark Zone, the mountains had grown cold with the changing of the seasons. A layer of snow had begun to make its way beneath the treelines.
Alex Lee was hiking up the wooded hillsides. Seven months had passed since his accidental arrival in the Dark Zone, and he had come such a long way. He had long since repressed his desire to leave these territories. So many things happened to him over the course of the most extraordinary summer of his life. After his fireside night with Matheus and Rowan, Alex willfully complied with Delmar’s refusal to let him go and spent the next few days working on his basic swordsmanship. Though he never managed to hold his own in a friendly duel against Matheus, he certainly improved well enough to earn his respect.
His first few weeks among the Ravennites in the Citadel were rough. Many of the people
Rowan’s jaw dropped as she watched her weapon abandon her and Alex pointed his directly at her in triumph. She turned and looked at Alex over the point of his blade, an expression of astonishment and defeat on her face. Neither of them moved, but Rowan grew a wide smile and the two of them soon began to laugh. “You actually beat me!” Rowan gleefully exclaimed. “I can’t believe it!” Alex lowered his sword and lifted his eyes as though he was trying to think of something to say. “Ve’su-” he began thoughtfully, speaking the Ravennites’ tongue. “Ah’gala mahki.” He was certain that what he just said translated closest to, “You are a worthy adversary.”
The cold air hit Robert as soon as he stepped outside. The gust gnawed at the flesh of his face. This is what the cold seasons felt like every year in these dreary hills, but he was no stranger to it anymore. Caine was already waiting for him outside the structure, just as his messenger had said. Robert glared at him through the columns of breath that escaped his nostrils. Caine absorbed his look and shot it right back at him. He opened his mouth to speak but was suddenly cut off when Robert put his hand up.“Don’t,” he snarled at Caine. “If you’re just gonna try to give me another pointless lecture, you can leave right now.”Caine narrowed his eyes at his ignorance. “I’m not here for myself,” he gave a sharp response. “I have more news from your brother.”
Alex and Rowan returned to the Ravennites’ camp just before the sun had set. The temperature, though cold enough during the day, still dropped significantly. The Ravennites within the walls of their outpost were gathered by the firesides. Several were armed and guarding the wall on all sides. Alex had gone over to one of the large fire pits near the center of the campsite, where the Ravennites were preparing and cooking the meat of the game they hunted, which mainly consisted of deer. Alex collected two thin slabs of venison and headed to the small campfire that he set up near the wall. Rowan was sitting alone by the fire and looking down at her wooden pendant again. As Alex approached, he glanced at the charm. As usual, the first thing that caught his eye was the strange, red symbol at the top of the charm’s face that Rowan apparently could not see.Alex went to sit down next to Rowan. “
Feeling himself growing paranoid, Alex groaned quietly and glanced back into the outpost. “What’s taking you so long, Rowan?” To his surprise, as soon as he had looked away, Alex heard another rustling sound amongst the trees, this one much closer than the first. He jolted his attention back toward the tree lines, breathing sporadically. It took a few seconds for his sight to properly readjust. Alex blinked his eyes a couple times to be sure that he was seeing this right: someone was standing at the edge of the trees, and they were looking right at him.The dark figure was tall and lanky, but also broad shouldered, standing absolutely motionless. Alex became just as still as he stared right back at the figure. It seemed like the environment all around him had gone completely silent; so silent that he could clearly hear his own low breathing. “Who-” Alex stammered, half-afraid
Alex never felt himself hit the ground. Soon after his eyes had gone black, he regained his sight, but to his confusion, he could not remember where he had been before he was suddenly knocked out. Alex could not remember much of anything right now, but when he opened his eyes, he found himself gazing at some sort of vision.Nothing about his current surroundings felt real. Alex’s eyes were burning and his sight was slightly blurred. He was not sure where he was. The only thing he found himself looking at was a man standing a few yards away with his back turned to him. The man did not move, and Alex was unable to make out any of his features or anything in the distance, as his entire vision was cloaked by a bright light. The only thing he could see was that this man was holding something in his right hand. The object looked like a large sword, but instead of a blade, there were a series o
Alex suddenly jolted awake, gasping in shock. He immediately remembered somebody blindsiding him and knocking him unconscious. He recalled a strange red light, but never felt anything hit him. He figured the Domineers had captured him as he tried to hurry back to the campsite.Alex tried to move, but realized that he was wedged into a tight alcove in the side of a dead tree. A quick look around revealed that he had not been taken anywhere after he was knocked out. He was still out in the woods bordering the outpost, but someone must have placed him in this tree. Who and why, he had no idea.As his senses quickly started returning to him, he soon became cold, as he had been lying out here for far too long. It was still nighttime, but the sound of the chaos in the distance was gone, telling him that the fight was over.
Several miles away, at the Iron Furnace, Caine was isolated in his private quarters, which was hardly more than a large tent he built adjacent to the furnace tower. It was dimly lit by a single torch that stood on the ground near the back of the tent. Caine was standing in front of a single shelf hanging suspended on one of the beams supporting the tent’s frame. On it sat several old-looking wine bottles, all of which were filled with the clear-colored alcoholic drink.Caine poured the wine from one of the bottles into an old, aluminum cup and drank from it, wincing as he did so. One thing he learned from these outsiders when they established themselves in his territories was how to make wine for himself, which he had done over the course of the summer for when the colder months arrived. Though he had never quite grown accustomed to the taste, in the back of his mind, he felt a very distant sense of
Less than an hour had gone by since Alex recovered Malachai from the debris. He still hadn’t woken up yet, and the nighttime sky did not lighten at all. Alex’s sense of time had been completely disoriented since he was knocked out himself. All this time he spent stealthily patrolling the shattered remains of the outpost, hoping that the Domineers in the area would not be coming back to scavenge the campsite, or that the Ravennites from the Citadel might come to his aid.Despite enduring the winter weather for weeks now, Alex was feeling colder than ever; not just on the outside, but in his mind and heart as well. In the span of less than a single night, it seemed that all of the efforts they had made in the name of hope had been ripped away. Everyone was gone; either captured or killed, and only Malachai remained. Rowan was gone, and he blamed himself. He abandoned his post, and for all he knew