Chapter 33: The mad priest

Nathaniel:

The necromancer is one big pile of black goo. I look at Givontair. He looks shaken, but in no way any less fearsome. I limp to him, and he takes a hold of my hand, as soon as I near him.

His eyes look at my foot, and then up at my face.

"Did you get bitten?" He asks me. I nod at that.

"The thing's tentacles took a bite out of my foot," at my admission, he frowns.

"Let me take a look," he says, as he rolls up my pants. After a while, he hums, and begins to pour mana inside my leg.

"Your soul is a bit wounded, but there are no missing chunks," Givontair says, as he works.

"He managed to get at my soul?" I pale at that. Givontair looks up to me, never stopping the flow of mana.

"The thing is, your flesh hasn't been damaged. That is a good thing. I think I know who that man is," I bite my lower lip, at Givontair's admission.

"Is, and not was?" I ask. Sure, the man did boast about coming back to life, but how can anyone even trust him? He is a pile of goo now. That much I know.

"This man," Givontair points at the goo then. "Is a champion of the Dread. You know, your patron god?"

"I don't worship the Dread," I retort. Givontair rolls his eyes.

"Every time you kill someone using necromantic mana, you pay him homage. You may say you don't worship him, but the truth is, that you do."

"So, you are saying I should help that mad man do whatever he is trying to do?" I ask. Givontair shakes his head.

"I think this necromancer and the attack on Erik's caravan are linked. If anything, we have to do something to stop this man, and the Dread," Givontair sounds determined. Yet, so am I. If this necromancer was the one who ordered the death of Erik's mother, then he needs to be brought to justice.

"Can we know where he will respawn?" I ask my dragon.

"Nowhere near us, that is for certain. Erik needs to know about this. Plus, we have to cleanse the air from the necromantic mana. I don't know what we can do about the missing corpses from the graveyard," Givontair looks around us, almost as if trying to count all the desecrated graves.

"Where are the inhabitants of this city?" I ask. Givontair sighs.

"In the temple. Can you believe they found a vampire and tried to burn him at the stake? It was during the day, that they kicked him outside the safety of the temple."

"I take it, you healed the vampire?" A part of me is jealous that someone got to be tended to by Givontair. Another part of me berates this part. Giv is a healer. I can't be the sole person who benefits from his healing.

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"All he needed was a bit of blood. You know how fast a vampire can regenerate," Givontair says, and I nod. Yes, I am well aware. "He will be traveling with us, for the moment."

I blink at that. Why didn't Givontair ask me?

"How come I don't have a say in this?" I ask. Even to my own ears, I sound like a jealous lover.

"He needs to go back to his estate near Corum. We are traveling that way anyway. Why can't we see him safely there?" Giv asks. That is logical, I suppose. But it still does nothing to temper the green beast which is rearing its head inside of me.

"Let us first go and get the people out of the temple," I don't want to keep on talking about the vampire. Giv shouldn't see me like this.

"Ok, follow me," we leave the graveyard behind. After a half hour walk, we are before the temple. Giv knocks on the door, and I see a pair of eyes.

"Go away, if you are dead. Don't make us come out there," the eyes look crazed. I wonder, just how long have these people been cooped up in here.

"The necromancer who robbed your graveyard is set to resurrect somewhere else," I say. I can feel the holy mana coming out of the temple. My hands begin to sweat, and my breath hitches in my throat. If I get dragged inside this building, I will become a human torch. I step a bit away from the temple.

This doesn't escape the man on the other side of the door.

"Is he a necromancer?" The man asks, as he eyes me.

"He is, but he is on your side. The two of us, are going to cleanse the city of the foul mana that is stifling the life out of it," Givontair says. The doors of the temple open then, and I can see the people inside.

They looked starved, and delirious. Yet, they have pitchforks, and pickaxes. I take a hold of Givontair's arm, and pull him away from the door.

"We know your kind," the man with whom we have spoken with yells. He is the only one, to wear priest's garments. "You won't lie to us a second time! You are together with that thing with the tentacles!"

"No, we are not," Givontair protests. "If even one of you attack, I won't be held responsible for my actions. For I am Givontair the White, and you will pay me the respect I demand."

My eyes widen. Why does Giv think that this will help any? Normally, when the average person hears that there is a dragon at their gate, they load their scorpions and warn their archers.

"Givontair the White?" The priest sounds like he has been given water after a week in the desert. "Is it really you? Have you come to protect us, just as you promised?"

"Well, I am here. If you would lower your weapons, I will see to your sick. Besides, I have food in my bottomless bag. It is not like you can eat anything from your houses, without dying," Givontair opens his bottomless bag, and takes out a box.

I can see the runes on it. This is a cooler box. Just who did he bribe, to get a hold of one of this? The people inside cheer, as Givontair begins to hand them the food.

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