Capítulo 2: Longing!
Charred Island was the current name of the island but Zamright knew it by Flower Garden. It was lush and vibrant with colourful plants and it was owned by Exalted Pure Race.
Exalted races are humans or they resemble humans in every way but have surpassed that in every way. They are so advanced in intellect, technology, power and enlightenment to the point the old world considers them Equal to Heaven.
But what truly made them Exalted was that they were benevolent in every way, they were personifications of honour and respect. There was no single bad, evil or negative thing about them when it came to their interaction with other mortals and races.
Zamrighy didn't know what really happened but they seemed to have been in a terrible war which either wiped them out or drove them extinct.
He doesn't want to think about it because that wasn't his job as their servant, it was taking care of the flower and it was no more.
Reaching the boarding location, he met thousands of people. Some were injured but everyone was terrified. Whatever battle happening above the cloud has shaken everyone to the core.
A guard with a rifle glanced at him and said, "We will only take you and not the boat. There is not enough space!"
Strangely Zamright understands him. Well, it was strange when he heard the language at first, but his tattoo was triggered and now he knew it.
"Okay!" Zamright said. He stepped down, placed the oar inside and followed the line. Under the watchful eye of the guard, the boat vanished.
Following Zamright were two things, the vault container and the boat. But all invisible and they didn't follow him inside the vessel, rather, they latch on the vessel from the outside.
Information was collected and they were given ID cards and groups. As a child that was supposed to be around 13-14 years old, he was assigned to a group of other children under the care of a young lady.
"My name is Shisha and I will be your caretaker." she said jovially with a smile before she added, "Please introduce yourself too!"
"Mudi!"
"Jim!"
"Lora!"
"Dora"
"Zamright!"
Whether it felt weird to be among people after centuries of solitude Zamright didn't show it. He just went with the flow until they settled in their room where food was served but he didn't take any.
Floating City C-143 was the name of the rescue vessel Zamright was in and it was already moving back to the mainland.
"Zamright!" Shisha approaches and hands him a flask, "Take in, don't starve yourself,"
Checking Zamright frowned before he shook his head "Come on. You need it, the journey is long and there might be dangers. So it's a bumpy ride!"
"I'm fasting!" he said.
"Fasting on a dangerous journey like this is not good. What if the urge gets the better of you?" she asked.
"Urge?" he asked, confused.
"Yes. Being agitated or injured can swing your mood, you know!" she said.
"I will be fine, he said!" he said.
Shisha was a persistent young woman, she was 21 years old and also the heir of a small land known as Shisha. To prove herself and garner the support of people while also enriching her population, she joined the rescue team in Floating City.
She sat beside Zamright and sighed before she handed him a pamphlet of her land. "Read, please. I have a place for you in my place. I even have a Blue Blood family if you are interested in being adopted." saying that she left.
He read through before losing interest, she was some sort of a Lord of a land in search of riches and population.
He glanced to the side and she left the blood flask there for him. Which he took and kept in a corner.
Exalted Race has an unusual diet as opposed to humans, some feed on blood, some essence and many feed on normal human food, but only in special instances will they truly feed.
To them, feeding was sacred, personal, most of the time private affairs. Of course, there are special ceremonies where feats are prepared but that can only happen once every long time.
What Shisha did was a derogatory action to him, as if trying to force him to be naked before her. But what with the 'urge' he never heard about that!
But he doesn't mind it, he knows eras have changed, cultures shifted and also values and norms weren't the same.
A tremor went through the Floating City and the kids of his groups ran back to the room. Sat and fastened themselves on the seat.
<Attention>
<Attention>
<We are reaching the Wave Zone. Be seated and put your belts>
This alarm repeated many times before more tremor was heard.
"Damned, they are ramming through them!" Mudi said, his eyes glowing as he stared at a wall.
"Stop using your powers. You may get injured!" Shisha commanded. Her attitude has gone 180°. She was now stern and serious, wrapped also in a combat suit with a short blade and projectile firearms.
Mudi obeyed and sat back silently.
The tremor never reduced but increased in intensity. That caused the flask hidden to tumble and roll to their feet.
Shisha was about to speak when the sound of guns was heard. It was a continuous artillery shot that sent chills to the bones.
Lora suddenly began to cry. It started from tears then a scream of fear.
"We are all going to die!" she shouted in terror. Mudi too deeply frowned before he looked at her, "We are…!" before he finished a more powerful artillery bombardment was heard.
Now it wasn't a bullet but shells of bombs enough to decimate a small city. Suddenly, a special kind of chills went through every single person in the Floating City.
"The City Guard has joined!" Mudi said in relief "The captain has activated his True Blessing!"
This calmed Lora and Mudi down a little.
Lora was almost 18 years and Zamright and the others seemed younger than her, yet they didn't act the same way. The reason was she had Heightened Intuition regarding danger, her danger. She felt the brunt of everything as if happening before her.
Mudi was more special as his eyes did not see through walls or distance but perceived possible fragments of distant current affairs and their possible future.
"We are out of the wave!" Mudi said with a sigh. Lora due to the pressure felt exhausted.
<We are out of the wave>
It took some minutes before everyone relaxed. Shisha took the flask and checked, looking at Zamright she sighed and walked out. She would have nagged him but the way he handled the tremor made her stop.
There was no ounce of emotion displayed on his face, whether fear, wary or anything. It was like he was a mannequin.
Soon the kids left him alone in the room, and he wondered why he was insensitive. He knew what emotions were and how people react to situations but he has become numb to it.
"It has to be the very long years of solitude!" he concluded with slight longing in his voice.
He was not the only servant in the castle but 40 centuries ago they began to leave. By then the appearance of masters has become very minimal. But as time went on, the masters never returned then the savant left one after the other leaving him alone.
Zamright was alone for 20 centuries. Though others had urged him to come with them, they finished their duties a long time ago, however, he didn't, the flora needed him, and every day, he wouldn't leave it to die.
Besides, where will he go? Home. Which home?
Zamright was the son of a human man and woman, even though his father was considered the first Human Warrior, a path of power of wielding blades to surpass the mundane, they are still humans.
Their lifespan was short, the longest Human warrior can live was 190 years, that was if they didn't die in war. Of course, there were other ways to extend lifespan but humans were so proud of their short life that not everyone will do that.
Because the short life gave them power.
Not only that, he received news when some of his family died. Mostly out of old age, few due to disease. Only his father was said to have become a Human Hero and fallen in battle, a battle he won alone.
So, where will he go and what will he do?
Zamright has accomplished his duties till this fateful day. But now, he felt lost, the longing and the melancholy of loneliness he had buried twenty centuries ago, was surfacing.
The blood of the Exalted ones flowed in his body, the legacies of the exalted ones are his now but what will he do with them?
Most people were born with ambition, they desire to accomplish this or that but Zamright was born humble, he has zero exaggerated desires, in fact, the world now seems black and white to him, he was just living for the sake of living.
Gradually, his thoughts stopped and he just relished the presence of the void emotions.
Booom!
The vessels tilted, certainly, something rammed at it, something big. What came later were explosions and numerous people activating their ability to save themselves.
"Go, protect Zamright!" Zamright heard the shout of Shisha and a second later he saw a creature at high speed reach the room door.
It was grotesque, head shaped like a catfish, fins large with slimy purple that inflated and exploded and a long tail filled with black spikes that could be shot at will.
It used the bursting slime balloon to propel itself and also to send an air blast filled with purple gas that cause confusion.
Pop!
The ugly fish creature pounced at Zamright!
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