I felt like I was getting the short end of the stick after our "capture". I say that in quotes because to the people who did it they claimed they were rescuing us (well rescuing me, they had a silent nod at Xanthi like she was already on board with things). I was put in with a bunch of other males, they didn't exactly look in ill health, but none of them looked very strong and I had to think I was being put with the weak people on purpose. Also still no doctor and my shoulder was in pretty bad shape, one of the other men attempted to help me out, but he wasn't a doctor and was just trying to make do with the supplies they had.
We were locked into what looked like a gym, part of some overall school (I was told it at one point was the biggest university in the country which made me sad in so many ways I won't get into it). There were guards at the front for our "protection" but they felt like prison guards. I didn't see Xanthi at all, I assumed they had somehow killed her. I did notice just about everyone in charge was a woman (this wasn't an accident). It took about a day before someone even bothered to interrogate me, not out of any kind of plan, I just assumed they didn't care up until that point.
"Thank you for being patient Mr. Lorentino." They knew my name, which meant Xanthi had talked. Which kind of surprised me because I haven't really harped on it here because I didn't want to be a dick and play into bias against tribals, but Xanthi could barely speak the language everyone else did (I as a master of languages both alive and dead, totally! Mostly due to a lot of dead people over the years, but still!)
"Well its not like I had any choice considering your people picked up me and my companion with armed guards and then locked me in a room with other men." Civility was well past me at this point, I hated being imprisoned even if it was nebulously for my own good. More so for the "my own good" argument. On top of that because of the limits of my powers any imprisonment I suffer through anymore is more self enforced than any ability of my captors, so I'm also kind of mad at myself for following along.
"For your protection, the followers of Murzo would not be so kind to you."
"And you are the followers of?" She smiled, we were seated in an office, it looked like an administrators office of some kind. I could see pictures of people smiling in school attire, this woman was far too young to be an administrator.
"The followers of Nurzo."
"Murzo and Nurzo?" I tried to not show my amusement at the names, but they were very silly names.
"Yes the Twins of our religion, we follow the male Nurzo, those godless bastards who caused this war follow the female Murzo." I wasn't aware the twins were of separate sexes I was learning so much about a religion I don't care to really remember.
"And what do you want from me?"
"I hear you're a bit of a writer, what I need is someone to chronicle our great victory and the truth of our god."
"Oh." I admit while stuck on the isle of spiders I had managed to find a journal and scribble down notes of our journey. Xanthi must have remembered this and told our new captors and so I became the chronicler of the final day of the followers of Nurzo (oops spoilers yeah these people all got murdered). So fun times ahead dear reader!
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