Chapter 64: One Thousand Ounces, Gold_Millennial Mage

Chapter 64: One Thousand Ounces, Gold

 T slowly got her emotions under control but was left shaking as much from the physical bacsh of fading terror as from the cold wind whipping snow about her. Ahh, adrenaline; how I wish I didnt need you.

 Thank you, Terry. Her voice was steadier than shed expected it to be. Any interest in some jerky?

 The terror bird wearily lifted his blood painted beak from the downed arcane bird and regarded her for a long moment. Finally, he shook himself to indicate a negative. He then returned to gorging on his fallen prey. Terrys movements were slower than she was used to seeing. How hard did he have to push to stay so close?

 T, for her part, took out her incorporator, painstakingly funneling power from her gate into the device, and took long, careful drinks. Jerky followed, and she chewed and swallowed at a measured pace. Some leftover, heavy bread was next.

 As she ate, she began trudging through the snow towards the closest downed enemy not currently being eaten by Terry. It turned out to be the one that had red its wings, almost stopping mid-air to strike at her, near the end. Shed moved away from it as shed been seeking the final bird without realizing she was doing so.

 She quickly found her hammer in the snow nearby. Thankfully, her mage-sight picked it out with ease, and she dropped it into Kit. Then, using her knife, she began to work on the fallen bird.

 Keep moving and the cold wont take you. Her inscribings should prevent frostbite, but they didnt block the pain of the cold. Shoes would be nice to have about now

 She paused her work to pull out her jug of ending-berry juice, carefully refilling her sk, drinking a cup of the sweet, power-filled liquid, and topping the sk off once more. I should never have let this remain empty.

 She was taking all sorts of lessons from this insane night.

 As she felt the cold begin to settle in, her leathers responded. That reminded her of just how much the garments had done this night, so she pped her hand onto the confluence near her right thigh and gave them a healthy amount of powerslowly. She was exhausted.

 The leather felt much thicker than she was used to, but also had much more give. What under the stars?

 She looked at the bottom of the tunic, focusing to activate her mage-sight. What she saw surprised her, even given how adaptive the outfit had been up until now.

 The leather had thickened, the fibers spreading apart, within the increased depth. Then, the leather had joined together in attice, creating uncountable, isted micro-bubbles of air. There were so many, that she would guess at least twenty isted bubbles were in a direct line from the outer surface to the inner at any given point. This should be a fantastic instor, now. And, in fact, she immediately began to feel warmer, from her wrists to her ankles, though her neck, head, hands, and feet only received peripheral benefits.

 That improved, she turned back to the kill before her.

 What to harvest, what to harvest. She worked on the most obvious thing first, the talons. The amazingly strong, sharp finger-feathers were next. Her still active enhancements kept her hands from being cut on the vicious edges and needle-like barbs of the vanes.

 Her book on bound items had implied that a Mage could increase the power of soul-bound items through the incorporation of other items of magic. These should qualify. If not, she could always sell them. Sadly, she couldnt take everything, and these seemed the most useful and, therefore, valuable.

 As she could only read volume one on bound items, there was little more than implication, but even so, she wanted to be prepared. Her knife had been part of what tipped the scales for her, between life and death. She wanted that tool to be as potent as possible, going forwards.

 Now that she wasnt fighting for her life, she was able to appreciate the scale of the creature, before her. From beak to tail-feather, it was nearly twenty-six feet. Thats close to ten times a mundane raven! Well, if she was remembering correctly.

 The magic of the arcanous ravens was entirely bent around flight and the regr functions of the beast, itself. No special or elemental abilities at all. Huh, theyre almost mundane.

 The bird she was harvesting had a total of eight talons and eight finger feathers. Seems standard, I suppose. The other feathers were more flexible and suffused with power for flight. Not that useful. Shed never even heard rumors of magic flying constructions. Doesnt mean they dont exist, though

 Shed easily ced the talons into Kit, but now she stared down at the finger feathers. Each was nearly fifteen feet in length, also surprising light, all things considered. Kit you cant carry these, can you?

 The pouch did not respond.

 Now free from the birds body, the feathers looked like some entric piece of art; plumage wrought from a dark, impossibly light metal. With the bird itself seeming to weigh close to four-hundred-fifty pounds, the feathers are much lighter than Id expect.

 Even so, the feathers were fairly unwieldy. They were much longer than they were wide, being less than a foot across at the widest part. Lets try it.

 She set Kit on the ground, wide open, and dropped a feather down into it, doing her best to center it so as to not brush the sides. To her surprise, the entire feather disappeared down inside. Nice!

 Curiosity nagged at her, so she knelt and looked down in.

 Kit had rearranged, with most of her items neatly crammed to one side of an extremely tall, narrow pit. The pit was barelyrger than the hole opening into it. So, no going in there until I get these out, it seems. Still, they fit.

 The ending-berries power was blunting the cold but being steadily drained in doing so. The diminishing wasnt something that would run her power dry, even if she decided to sleep naked in the snow. Still, given her recent desperate reliance on the power, she didnt like the slow drain. And it doesnt stop the difortor the pain. And its getting harder to move my cold muscles

 Keep moving. Keep your muscles warm.

 More to the point, her moving, flexing, and straining to harvest from the great bird had highlighted to her that she had note away from the fight cleanly. If she had to guess, she had at least one broken rib, and likely some internal bruising.

 The now refreshed ending-berry power within her would prevent further damage from urring, even if the already present bruising caused massive swelling. Huh, Id not really considered the power as an effective wound istion technique. Infection should also not be able to take hold, not that she had any open wounds.

 The first bird harvested, she fought through the pain to return to Terry.

 Terry was just finishing his meal, which seemingly consisted of the entire carcass, bones and all. T arrived to find a wide ssh of bloody snow and a small pile. So, not quite everything.

 As she walked up, Terry was swallowing thest bit of broken bone. He regarded her, feathers matted with thick, congealing blood. Finally, he gestured to the pile with his beak.

 For me?

 He bobbed a nod.

 She grinned, striding over and picking up the eight talons, one at a time. She took a moment to pare away what little flesh remained attached to each, tossing the bits to Terry as she worked.

 By the time she finished, her fingers were growing numb. Gloves. I have gloves. She felt foolish for not considering it earlier. She cleaned her hands with rags and cool water. Interestingly, the water felt warm to the flesh of her fingers. Probably not a good sign.

 After her hands were dry, she pulled on her gloves. They werent thick, but they would help.

 Terry had settled down into the snow, resting his head, eyes closed.

 When she moved, Terrys eyes snapped open. Over there, theres another. Still hungry?

 He slowly pushed himself to his feet. He didnt stagger, but he definitelycked some of his usual pep. And he didnt teleport toe to his feet. It was possible that hed exhausted his magic, following her then fighting. I hope he recovers, soon.

 She returned her focus to the next task, even as Terry began wolfing down the body shed already harvested, tearing it into manageable chunks, then swallowing them whole. There were fourteen total, in the flock. Assuming theyd been from the same flock. Whats a flock of ravens called again? She thought back through her studies, and her enhanced mind brought forth the result.

 She beganughing again, and now that her adrenaline was fading, the pain thatughing evoked in her cracked rib made her gasp.

 I was almost killed by the unkindness of ravens. She wheezed. By the stars, that would have been embarrassing.

 Keep moving. She was able to find ten of the birds, not including Terrys dinner, from which she got a total of eighty talons and half as many finger feathers. Sadly, many of the feathers had been destroyed or damaged to the point that their magic was leaking away too fast to be useful. I suppose hurtling into the ground isnt the best for physical integrity. If she was honest, she was surprised that shed found as many intact as she had.

 Terry moved behind her, resting while she worked, then quickly rending and eating what she left behind.

 He didnt so much as slightly bloat, despite consuming what seemed to be many times his own volume of food. Maybe, he doesnt need a cow a day because he has some means of having insane reserves?

 She would likely never know.

 As they moved across the sparsely wooded mountainside, they also encountered other carcasses, or evidence of blood,yered within the snow. This was the killing ground for this group. They brought their prey here, and either dropped it from great heights, or worked together to tear it apart. She was very lucky to be alive.

 Thest bird they found was the one whod grabbed her in the beginning. It was beyond salvaging.

 By the half-liquified slurry, at the bottom of a deep crater in the rocky ground, this bird had been bigger than the others, maybe by a lot. Likely why it went so far afield?

 She did not watch Terry consume thebowl of sustenance, but the sound of it made her gag.

 When he was done, she contemted continuing to hunt. There should be at least three more birds. No, T. Youve already been harvesting for close to two hours, if not longer. We need to get back.

 So, Terry. Back to the caravan?

 He cocked his head, then nced towards the south-east, the direction she believed the caravan to be. Then, he looked back to her, seeming contemtive, his head drooping a bit.

 She frowned. We came a long waydidnt we.

 Terry bobbed his agreement.

 And youre really tired

 He bobbed a yes.

 She sighed. I am too

 She groaned, pulling out a nket and wrapping it around her shoulders. Can you teleport with anyone or anything else?

 As an answer, Terry blipped away, instantly appearing on her other side, perfectly clean. The blood, gore, and viscera that had been sttered across him rained wetly down in the spot hed left. Even his half-hidden cor was clean.

 Sono She sighed. That would have been too easy.

 Terry walked up beside her, pressing close and hunkering down as she considered. His warmth radiated through her painfully. Even so, she snuggled more deeply into his feathers, even as the terror birdid his head down, closing his eyes.

 Thank you, Terry.

 Terry crooned softly, seeming pleased.

 After a moment of stillness, the world around T zed yellow-green, and she had the fleeting assumption that shed somehow fallen asleep, and the sun was breaking through the surrounding trees.

 No. She turned, straightening and keeping one hand on Terry. A being whose aura radiated yellow-green powernded a dozen yards away with a whump, which sent a cascading wave of snow flowing outward.

 It was a woman of such surpassing beauty that T considered that she, herself, might have died. Is this one of the gods?

 No, that didnt make sense either.

 The woman walked forward, the details of her magic unreadable to T save the undercurrent which tantly signified just how outmatched T was. Shes letting that through, showing that aspect of herself to me on purpose.

 Btedly, T realized that, even aside from her mage-sight, there was a pressure from the woman, one that spoke of power and dominance.

 For her part, the woman walked casually towards T, the snow melting away from her delicately sandalled feet as she came. Her simple, one-piece dress swaying pleasingly around her. There was a slight cream color to the material, which appeared to be silk of some kind. The woman carried nothing else that T could see.

 Mage. The womans voice was somehow more like silk than the dress appeared, and while it was softspoken, the force behind it shook snow from some nearby trees.

 T swallowed, knowing that the inscribings around her ears had likely reduced the impact on her. Terry, for his part, crouched low, seeming both fearful and defiant at the same time. Yellow-green She recalled the books in her pouch and picked what she thought was correct. ParagonOr is it Refined? Only after she spoke did she realize that her words could be taken as an insult.

 The woman froze, halting her advance. A small smile tugged at one corner of her lips. So, you arent ignorant, and you have backbone. She nodded. Good. I saw what you did, here. She gestured around them to the bloody forest. Reasonably handled for a mortal.

 Thats a bit insulting. Still, this woman could likely kill T without a second thought. And it''s very likely that I just insulted her as well... I am T.

 T. She almost purred the As in the name. You may call me Mistress.

 Thats not foreboding T swallowed again, steeling her resolve. What do you wish of me, Mistress?

 The woman tilted her head almost delicately at the question, seeming to consider. You are no Archon, clearly you arent even Bonded, but I sense archon stars. The way she said bonded reminded T of the other books. She means the rank. You would make an interesting servant.

 T shook her head, immediately. I would not. I am contracted with the Caravan Guild, and have other debts besides, which I am obliged to fulfill.

 Mistress waved the notion away. I will buy out your contract. And give you an additional thousand ounces, gold, to be my bonded.

 T blinked, startled. A THOUSAND ounces gold? That was insane. She blessed the stars that a contract couldnt be bought out without the agreement of all parties, and she did not like the way the woman had said bonded. Im unfamiliar with that term. What do you mean: bonded? You said it as if it were different than the ranking.

 Oh! Silly me. Mistressughed slightly. We would exchange archon stars, and you would be my bond servant.

 Forhow long?

 Mistress blinked at her for a long moment. Maybe I dont want you, child. Archon stars create a soul-bond. It would be forever.

 T remembered what Grediv had said about bonding humans. Isnt human soul-bonding forbidden?

 The woman waved her hand dismissively, again. One-way bonds are, yes. But two-way? I could up-lift you. Give you power, make you more.

 But Id always be subservient to you And that always would be literal. She also had avoided saying if it was forbidden. Thank you, but I dont think I am interested.

 The woman sighed. Ahh, well. If that is your decision. She turned to go.

 Wait!

 She paused. Yes? Did you expect me to force you? You should know better than that. Such a bond can only be entered into willingly.

 Well, yeah, I did sort of expect you to. No, of course not, Mistress. Before you go, could you return me to my caravan?

 She smiled, mischievously. Of course!

 T brightened but was still wary of a trick.

 For the low fee of five hundred ounces, gold.

 And there it is. That is insane.

 My time is valuable. She waited a moment before nodding. I thought not. Now, if theres nothing else?

 T groaned. You would leave me stranded out here?

 Mistress shrugged. Mortals die all the time, child. If youre of no use to me, then Ive no time for you. If you were a vige or city in need, Id likely help, but She shrugged. I do hope you survive. Maybe, our paths will cross again, sometime in the future. She seemed to consider that for a moment. Yes, I think that we will get along much better if we meet again in the future.

 A vige? T knew the term; it was meant to refer to something like a city, but smaller. Where was this woman from, that there were viges?

 She didnt get the chance to ask, as Mistress strode forward, resolutely.

 T flinched backwards but found the very air hardening around her.

 Terry hissed but seemed simrly locked in ce.

 T almost smiled. Terry doesnt have to move as I do.

 As if on cue, Terry flickered, appearing behind Mistress, already poised to strike. There, however, he froze once more, locked in ce.

 Mistress turned to regard him, holding up one hand, but stopping herself from touching Terry. A dimensional terror bird? Fascinating.

 T saw power thrumming around Terry, as he clearly fought to move or teleport. He couldnt do either.

 Mistress shrugged. Im not going to hurt her, little chick. Quite the opposite, actually. Now, stop wasting my time. She spun and took thest few steps to stand before T. Now, youve something dampening magic around youno, through you? She tsked. How could you possibly function with such an envelope. Unless...

 Ts arms were moved upward, her palms turned towards Mistress.

 There we are. Mistress ced a finger against each of Ts hands, and power pulsed between the women.

 The ending berry power within T was suppressed andpressed, driven aside by Mistresss working. Ts ribs clicked back together audibly, her bruises disappearing, and she gasped. An instantter, her restraints vanished, and she dropped to the snow. How? She took another deep breath, reveling in theck of pain. To heal such an injury in the past, Ive had to remove my protection against magic.

 Mistress quirked an all-too-condescending smile. The same way you move power through your body, dear. Your blood. The iron content creates wonderfully efficient pathways for the transmission of power to where its needed. Youll learn to better utilize your bodys natural pathways soon enough. You should survive just fine, now. She patted Ts cheek.

 T, for her part, was still so stunned that she didnt react.

 Mistress took a few steps away from T and Terry, crouched down and leapt away, leaving a concussion of sound, a deep depression, and a tempest of swirling snow in her wake.

 That was T shivered, looking to Terry. That was deeply disturbing.

 Terrys eye watched the departing Mistress from his unmoving head. After a long moment, he suddenly dropped to the snow, then flickered to beside T, where he pressed against her more forcefully and firmly than before.

 After taking another minute to collect herself, she felt a flicker of doubt. I could have been done. My debts erased, my contract over. I could have been free. That woman would have given me power and taken me away from here But at what cost? Am I to trade virtual very for the real thing? If shed understood the offer correctly, she would have been binding her very soul into the womans service. That has to haverger implications than Im capable of understanding right now

 T felt herself hardening with resolve. It seems that there will always be people who want to rule over me. I need to get stronger.

 She patted Terry. Ive a request, Terry.

 Terry, who was settled down to rest once more, craned his neck, twisting his head to fully face her. He seemed to be feeling much better, after his meals.

 Can I have a ride back to the caravan?

 Terry gave her a long, searching look.

 I could probably walk or run back, but you would be much faster, and if we want to rejoin the caravan before we reach Bandfast, its likely the only way to make it in time. She nodded to herself, rifying. If we dont arrive with the caravan, there will be a lot of difficulty getting in. Strangers generally dont wander in out of the wilds on their own.

 He hesitated for a moment longer, then bobbed a slow nod, crouching down so she could hop up.

 She tucked her feet back in what felt like a natural position, and they fit nicely under Terrys small, flightless wings.

 Terry took a hesitant step, shifting beneath her. He paused, then a ripple of power shivered through him, and he grew, just a bit, expanding to be a better size to carry her. He tested a few more times, fine-tuning his size to best manage her on his back.

 Thank you, Terry. I wont forget this. And she wouldnt, not the least because Terry, as it turned out, was fast.

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Chapter 64: One Thousand Ounces, Gold