Returning to Kul Elna was a lot harder than she had thought it would be and she couldn’t decide if it was because she had been away for so long, or whether it was because her mage training was making her sensitive to things she had missed when she had left.
On the plus side the voices were leaving her alone. Instead they had joined forces with the spirits trapped within the village boundaries to torment Akhenaden and his group of men. While she felt slightly sorry for the men who had done nothing wrong, it did give her some much needed respite from the voices.
As she stalked around the remains of the village, haunting it like any other ghost that hadn’t been laid to rest, she came across a building she recognised far too well. She slipped inside the mostly collapsed shell and moved towards the more unstable back of the building. When she had left Kul Elna, she had hidden away what little she had left along with the giant stone tablet they had used to create the Millennium Items, down in the cellar of this building.
The former tavern’s spacious basement had been specifically dug to be difficult to access from the surface and its entrance had been deliberately hidden even before she had gotten Diabound to put a giant stone in front of it.
She was much stronger now, mentally, magically and physically and still she required a hand from her Ka beast to move the massive boulder. The pair of them rolled it aside and Ba-Khu-Ra slipped inside, carefully making her way down the sand coated stone stairwell.
The dark atmosphere was thicker at the bottom of the stairs, the power within the air almost thick enough to cut with a knife. The spirits guarding the stuff she had left behind, swarmed forward only to part before her, bowing slightly as she passed.
She was almost a queen amongst the ghosts of Kul Elna. They looked to her to get revenge for them and help them move on. She was just pleased that she could finally fulfil part of the oath she had taken to do just that.
“Don’t break the Guards too badly.” She spoke to the spirits that seemed to ‘lead’ the ghosts of her people, “Feel free to torment Akhenaden as much as you like, as long as he can still function. He’s been sent here to ensure you lot get to move on.” She could feel the shock in the air as the spirits nodded and the small pack of ghosts in the basement faded away, the power in the air mostly fading away with them.
She set up her sleeping gear near the tablet, certain that no one else would bother venturing down here unless they were suicidal. Unlike the guards and Akhenaden, she knew what the bandits were like in the local area.
She would be much safer underground than she would in their camps. They were more than welcome to join her down here if they found it and could survive the spirits, but for now she would stay safe and they could deal with the local trouble makers.
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