by Brianna G. Harte
PREVIOUSLY, ON “THE KNIGHT OF XEO”
Torret laughed, I think. Like my companion, you can gather energy from nature, store it within your body, and release it on your will. It is similar to the way plants gather energy from the sun to then make sugar for them to use for later. Since you already gather energy to breathe with food, you can use the energy you stored for other purposes.
Can all xeonians do that?
Put simply, you and my companion have capabilities that are beyond most of your people.
As I mulled over the creature’s words, my curious eyes fell toward the ground, which was zipping by in a blur. Most of the colors that meshed together were of the grey and black hues of buildings and paths constantly being traversed. Only small portions of the palette seemed to be reserved for bright colors.
Torret turned his head to partly face me. What is it, young lady?
I was just wondering. . . Why is there so little nature here?
I have heard from those that came before me that the land used to be covered in dense forests, lush fields of wild grass, large wetlands, and animals filling areas now taken over by humans. He faced forward as he paused. They do not feel the land and creatures weep as we do while claiming ownership over what is for all to share, young lady.
The land weeps?
How is it that you do not know? As a xeonian, you should know this intuitively.
My memory is gone. I’m guessing that the dwarf Ad’juk somehow stole it from me in the other reality. It’s why I don’t even know if Kasha is my real name, even though everyone keeps calling me that. You seem pretty confident that my name is Kasha. Can you tell me who I am for once? Who was I?
In the distance, a light blue began to consume the land. As we flew onward, it grew until I was convinced I was seeing water. Who do you think you are?
I wouldn’t have asked you if I knew!
What do you know or think would set you apart from townspeople, xeonian or human?
I sighed. Other than the dwarves and other people who talk in nature-speak calling me “young lady,” I don’t know. It’s hard for me to figure out what townspeople can do that is different from what I can do when I have no memories.
Now, below us lay a large water body with no end that I could see. The water shimmered in the sunlight, which would soon conceal itself behind light grey clouds. I wished I could jump off Torret’s back and plunge myself into its depths, just to see how far down I could go. The murkiness from the forest-green algae and clay made it difficult for me to tell from the height we were at.
You are suspected to be the only child of the king and queen of Xeo.
Everyone has long awaited the return of their lost young lady, Kasha. The dwarves must have captured you at some point during the war, thinking you are the princess and hoping to gain information about the kingdom from you. All that they could gather could tip future battles in their favor. As for other xeonians, they would be all too eager to call any child without a home their young lady.
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