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chapter-143

“When you said you had something to show me…” Durran trailed off, then looked to Argrave. “This is one of the last things I expected. You’re…”

“Not a necromancer, no,” Argrave shook his head. “He is, though. And he wishes to speak with you. The southron elves don’t care much about necromancy, so fret not.”

Durran stared down at Garm, brows furrowed and eyes wide. “Not ominous at all,” he nodded his head slowly. “Listen… I—”

“You should listen,” interjected Garm annoyedly. “Argrave. Let me speak to him alone.”

Argrave looked down at Garm. “Sure about that? What if…”

“If he ends me… avenge me, pretty please?” Garm mocked. “Just put me in the sand, walk away. The elves need to talk to you—that much I know. This one’s too bothered to be of much help. I’ll talk to him.”

Argrave shrugged, then planted Garm into the sand. “Alright. Be gentle, Durran—he’s more sensitive than he looks.” He walked away in long strides, casting glances backward occasionally.

“I know this is bizarre,” Garm began once Argrave was far away. “But I don’t want to be slowly introduced to you. I don’t have the luxury of patience, grooming you to understand what I am. I need to speak, now.”

“This is some…” Durran ran his fingers through his matted hair. “What are you?”

“Living misery,” Garm introduced himself. “And Garm, High Wizard of the Order of the Rose.”

Durran stared for a moment, then shook his head. “This should mean something to me?”

Garm sighed. “Foolish of me to think one secluded in the mountain would know of my order… It doesn’t matter. I was once an A-rank mage. Still am, technically… but limited, as you can plainly see. Argrave has been accommodating me the past month.”

Durran shifted on his feet. “Alright. Still not getting the full picture, but… you’re a powerful spellcaster. You were a powerful spellcaster,” he amended. “Still don’t see why we should be speaking. Still don’t know… how you speak,” he added, obviously disturbed as he gazed at the stake protruding downwards from his neck.

“I’m speaking to you because we’re alike, and we’ve gone through similar things.” Garm paused, then lowered his voice. “Galamon, the big one—how near is he?”

Durran said nothing, very suspicious. Eventually, he scanned the distance, then said, “Pretty far.”

“How far?” insisted Garm in a whisper.

“One… two hundred feet, I guess.”

“It should be fine, then, but keep your voice down. That one hears all, and I won’t draw suspicion by conjuring a ward.” Garm cleared his throat—an action that disturbed Durran—and then continued. “You. I can practically smell it on you. The frustration with other people. The frustration with yourself. Your weakness. Your ineffectual leadership.”

“Are you about to tell me not to feel this way? A head on a stick comes to cheer me up because we’re similar?” Durran laughed. “What is this, a joke? Comedy can’t solve all woes, if this is what you’re getting at.”

“But you’re also pragmatic,” Garm continued in a low mutter. “And after that little awakening back at Sethia, doubtless you’re feeling a bit… disillusioned. You’re realizing how stupid the average person is.”

Durran stared down at Garm, silenced by his words.

“You’re right to think that. People can be stupid, provided they’re leaded poorly,” Garm stated matter-of-factly. “But you… you’re weak. Nothing. No more than dirt, unable to enact meaningful change. You need power to save people from their own stupid decisions—power the world has proven you lack in totality.”

Durran’s golden eyes gained back some of their fire as he stared down at Garm. “In totality? You’re taking the putdown a bit far, totem pole.”

“Do you know why it is I travelled with the three of them?” Garm questioned. “I needed options. I needed a way to earn a new body. But things can change. The winds can shift.”

“Sensible goal, I guess,” Durran stared down at Garm cautiously. “Can’t imagine life is easy for you as you are now.”

“It’s misery, as I said earlier,” Garm confirmed. “I need a change, fast. Ever had sleep paralysis? It’s a terrifying thing, and that terrifying thing is my entire life. I feel like I’m losing my mind every day. And now… my soul is damaged. You probably don’t understand the meaning of that, but… it is…” the head struggled for the words. “It’s bad for the mind, to say the least.”

“Is it my turn to comfort you?” Durran questioned.

Garm sighed. “You are just like me. Damned smartass. No wonder people hate me.”

“Hate? Women love me, I’ll have you know,” Durran quipped.

“Love you for a week or two, maybe more, ‘til they realize they’ve made a mistake. I’ve had my fun in the sun, believe me—you can’t fool me,” Garm answered, undaunted. “You can see why that might be hard for me, now.”

“We can agree on that, at least,” Durran nodded slowly.

“We’ll agree on more, if I’ve read you right—I know I have. You’re weak. You resent this. You’re proud of being talented, of being handsome, of being superior… not for vanity, but because you believe that you can handle the future best because of it.”

Durran didn’t answer, but his pupils shook as if he’d heard a sentence he’d been thinking for years.

“Imagine lacking arms, legs, even a torso… lacking independence.” Garm stared up, unblinking. “I know you don’t pity me. I wouldn’t. But I… I know power. I know power better than any of the people you’ve seen today. Any you’ve seen die today. Brium, Quarrus, that golden one… forget her name… in my prime, they were nothing to me.”

“Seems that worked out well for you,” Durran interjected.

Garm blatantly ignored him. “We’re on a limited time frame, so I’ll speak my offer plainly. You’ll help me. Quietly. Argrave, Galamon, Anneliese, even your lizard pet—you’ll tell no one of our arrangement. And… in return… I’ll make you know power, too. Power beyond your conception.”

“Pretty sure it’s a universally bad idea to accept a bargain with a head on a stake,” Durran pointed out.

Garm smiled. “Maybe so. But time is running out fast. Soon, Argrave will become Black Blooded—the damn boy is so confident, it’d be more surprising if he was lying. He’s under the impression he’s the only one that knows this Alchemist, but the Order of the Rose knew of him, too. You’re going to follow along—he wants you as an ally, and it should be simple enough.” Garm’s smile slowly dropped. “They won’t want this. I don’t plan on giving them a choice, though. I’ve been waiting too long for one bit of freedom.”

Durran furrowed his brows, then finally whispered, “What exactly is it you want?”