“I could kill you,” Master Dagg began, looking rather amused at the sight. “In fact, I feel very inclined to do so, but I will not. I can think of a far better punishment for the likes of you.”
Banin said nothing and his eyes began to glaze over. From under his body, blood slowly oozed out, tinting the murky swamp waters a dark crimson.
When I attempted to stand again, the numbness in my left side returned. My body fell limp and I watched helplessly as Master Dagg picked up the near-unconscious Dragon-slayer in his claws and carried him back to the cave.
Having been left alone in the swamps amidst a heap of armored corpses with faces burned away to the bone, I suddenly felt a deep sleep come over me. My body fell backwards in the shallow water, the back of my head hitting against a small rock lodged in the ground. My head throbbed from the small concussion and my eyes felt heavy the longer I stared up at the cloudy, grey voids above until they eventually closed and my subconscious entered the realm of darkness, unsure of when it would ever awaken.
Chapter 11
Darkness shrouded me for what seemed like hours. This place was peaceful, yet lonely. The realm of death was beautiful in its own right. Part of me wanted to remain here indefinitely and not have to face whatever pains lie in the land of the living. There was something so familiar with this place — like a sanctuary of a previous life I once knew, now forgotten.
The darkness soon lifted, revealing the hazy, grey skies above, which swirled in an unknown magical sense as my subconscious walked the lands of unknown solace. The silence was suddenly broken with the sounds of two voices which seemed to come from the sky, echoing over the area gently. The voices sounded distant, yet familiar to my ears.
I stopped my endless trek and averted my eyes up towards the unknown voids.
“To suffer is to learn the pains of another.”
“No! What are you doing?! Stop!”
“You never knew what it meant to suffer. You never truly felt pity over those people.”
“You know nothing of my past, Dragon! Release me, this instant!”
I fell to my knees immediately after hearing Banin's terrifying screams that followed. My head pulsed as his voice rang through and I quickly covered my ears to drown out the piercing sounds. I felt a stinging pain in my chest where my heart was and my body began shaking uncontrollably as a result. Looking down, I saw faint spots of blood beneath the tattered remains of my once-elegant dress. Banin's cries resounded through my head again and I suddenly felt myself awaken from the nightmare….
My eyes and ears slowly opened to the sights and sounds of Master Dagg's laboratory. I felt disoriented for a moment as I struggled to gain my bearings. I was still unsure as to how or why I was here. I gazed lazily up at the stalactites of the cave in silence then realized my body was laying outstretched on one of the examining tables with my hands and arms secured in shackles. Next to me, I noticed Banin's body lying lifelessly.
He was stripped almost nude, with the exception of his simple undergarments covering his lower essentials. Blood covered his chest which was ridden with an array of black tattoos.
Master Dagg suddenly walked by, noticing my awakening and gave me a faint smile. He had assumed his human form once more but looked weaker and frailer than before. His skin was sickly and colorless; I thought he was going to simply fall over dead at any moment.
“Just in time, My Dear,” he said in a gentle tone as he stroked my cheek. “It is done.”
I noticed the subtle relief in his eyes, which made me curious.
He guided his hand over my chest where it had been stitched closed.
“The severed edges of your broken ribs had punctured parts of your heart,” he began. “I tried to repair it, but … your heart is very sensitive to my touch. Half of your heart lost its function and rotted away upon my contact, but I managed to bring life back into it. Part of my blood is transfused into you and links to the phylactery you now wear. The power of the charm will assist the other half of your heart so that it may function as normal as possible.” He stopped and looked at me closely to see if I comprehended his words.
In all of the disorientation of just awakening from a terrible nightmare, I still looked confused. My eyes glazed over the glass phylactery which swirled with a mysterious, blue magic within the charm. It glowed faintly, pulsating in the same manner that I felt my own heart beat. “Have I …
Master Dagg smiled and shook his head briefly. “Not quite, Jasmine. However, you have come dangerously close. Part of you has died, but I have reanimated it through arcanic means. Essentially, you have managed to step between life, death and the undeath — and as a result, you have allowed me to achieve my greatest goal.”
His eyes looked very tired as his smile faded. After releasing me from the shackles, he wandered over to where Banin lay and leaned against the table weakly.
Slowly, I sat up, wincing from the pain of the stitches in my chest and feeling weak as the new blood began pumping through my veins for the first time. I watched in silence as Banin slowly awoke from his coma, his chest stitched up in the same manner, as well. Surprised, I wondered what could have happened while I slept.
It took Banin a few moments to realize where he was before he finally rested his eyes on Master Dagg and asked in a terrified voice, “Why … Why am I still here?! What did you do to me?!”
“I have made you suffer,” Master Dagg rasped weakly. “I have made you become your worst enemy. I have made you embrace your fears and your own ignorance. I have given you life again.”
Banin's eyes widened in horror.
“Your heart was so blackened with hatred and ignorance that I had no choice but to remove it. I have given you mine, instead.”
Banin gasped and struggled against the restraints in a frantic rage. “N-No.
Master Dagg watched him for a moment then proceeded to remove the restraints. “Then, don't,” he replied. “You will soon find out the truth on your own.”
When Banin was free, he simply lay there, staring up at the stalactites in disbelief. His breathing faltered to the point I thought he was going to cry. “W-Why did you do this?” his voice quivered. “Why did you turn me into one of your …
Master Dagg raised a brow slightly. “You are hardly an ‘experiment,’ Banin. You are going to be a living example of what it means to suffer. For all the years you've spread lies and tormented me, you will soon know the very same. See the world through my eyes. Feel the pains I've felt. Learn to understand me and my kind as you've failed to do so in your past life.”
Master Dagg stood back from the table to give Banin some space to move. He watched the arrogant Dragon-slayer expectantly, waiting for him to finally take leave of his cave.
Ironically, Banin cringed in fear, perhaps for the first time in his life.
“Fear is not received well by many, is it, Banin?” he jeered with a smirk, “Your own fears are now melded within your very soul.”
“I fear you out of respect,” Banin admitted, “It is something not easily earned from a Hunter. You are a worthy opponent, Dragon. But this — this is
Banin continued to watch him, as though he were anticipating the Dragon to suddenly lash out. I envied Master Dagg for what he stood for. He had sacrificed himself and all that he knew to prove a simple point. In the end, he got what he wanted — and Banin got what he deserved.
I was also reborn anew. I had clung to Master Dagg ever since that fateful day he saved me from death. Now, however, I felt as though I had died and been reconstructed into a new being of his liking. I felt neither alive nor dead. I was a fresh host for the new life he had prepared for me. I was his prized apprentice.
Banin eventually dragged out of the cave with slow, cautious steps. The path to the exit was easily laid out for him, but it was obvious that fear had continued flooding his mind as he made his way out. Not feeling any further inclination to take in his surroundings, Banin finally fled the swamps, shrouded in evening's shadow. After he had left, the cave fell to a deathly silence.
