The Mermaid's Tears
"Silence! I do not take any failure as you home! Now go, and find me those 7 Mermaid Tears!" the King shoved some soldiers away from him while he walked through the hallway to his own throne. He glared at everyone he passed on his way, even though some of them lowered their body to bow at him. As he sat himself, one of his mage knocked the door, and went in. The King stared at the young man while his fingers tapped at the armrest of his seat impatiently. "How's the progress?" he asked with rather harsh tone, to intimidate the mage.
The young Mage, in other way, only smiled and bowed, then he read the papers he brought earlier. "I've found the location of the stones, they were in 7 different countries and kingdom. They are hidden in the shrine which the location remains unknown." he explained calmly, though he feel a bit uncomfortable by how the king stared at him. As he get the nod of approval, he dismissed himself and went out to the garden. He sighed the nervousness away and sat on the grass. It doesn't matter if his robe stained by the dirt or mud. He wanted to calm himself.
Riviere, or people often called him Vier, is one of those unlucky mage. Whose worked only under the King's charge. He's perfectly fine with the old king, who passed away a year ago. He treated the young mage nicely, despite how often he made mistakes. But the new king was so different. He will treat anyone like a trash, kill anyone without mercy, and not to mention, greedy.
Vier sighed once again as his vividly grey eyes stared at the papers. His hair were ruffled by the breeze, and made his silvery hair become messy. "Now, where should I start searching? And where is that man?" he looked around to find any sign of a certain swordman.
Leaving the sound of metallic, armored footsteps behind him, a lone swordsman outfitted in simple but well kept iron armor walked down one of the many halls of the king's castle. He stood just over six feet tall, his brown hair cut short as was befitting of a soldier of physicality. His eyes were green, sharp as a hawk's but often full of laughter.
Pomeroy greeted guards and castle attendants as he passed them, but right now he was searching for someone specific, a young mage named Riviere. After a while of fruitless searching, he rounded the corner of an archway leading to the castle garden, and spotted Vier sitting on the ground, looking around expectantly. "Ah! There you are, Vier!" He called out, raising a hand in greeting as he caught the young man's attention on his approach. "I've been looking all over for you! How went your meeting with the King?"
He turned his head to look at the soldier. "Bad. It was so baaad." he whined and rase both of his hands to cover his face. He knew his face is pale as a sheet by now but he didn't want anyone to worry. "He want me to go to these countries and unseal the stones. Though, it will take a very long time." Vier had gone through things worse than this but, the king simply put him under pressure by giving him a dead line. The stones must be retrieved in 6 months. More than that and his head will be hung outside the palace as a memorial. How lovely. He thought sarcastically.
No one know the consequences more than him. And he never have any intention to tell them at all. Let it burden only him, and let them go on with their life. It's not like he's suicidal, but since he got no where to get home, dying is his option. He exhaled his breath for the tenth time this day. "Sorry, I'm a bit distracted lately. Good work today. Did you get any information from the Oracle?"
Pomeroy gave a sigh of his own as he rubbed the back of his head. "She said that we must leave as soon as we are able, else we're doomed to failure. And she warned that it will be tremendously difficult to collect all seven Tears." He said, sounding a bit annoyed at having to relay the mystic woman's uninspiring words. "But come now, you know I don't put any stock in any of this 'divining fate' business. Magic is an amazing thing, but I have my doubts that it truly goes that far."
Pomeroy dropped down to sit cross-legged on the grass next to Vier, one hand resting on his knee. "If you ask me, I think we'll do just fine. After all, you and me are a team, right? We can get anything done!" He announced with certainty, giving Vier a cocky grin.
The silver haired mage chukled at the arrogant tone from the soldier. "That doesn't suit you at all." he smiled but the smile turned into a frown in a flash. "The words from the Oracle might be the truth. I was once warned by her. But, yeah, It's kinda annoying isn't it? To be bound by fortune things like this." he gently folded the papers to prevent them flying from his hands. He never once believe in things such as fate or fortune, it will bind him down without letting him move forward. He can't escape.
"But anyway, let's start preparing today, we will go tomorrow at the dawn." he stood and patted his robe to clean any dried mud on it. "Is it okay for you?" he decided it will be the best if they moving as soon as possible. Knowing their King doesn't want to wait. He realized that the corner of his eyes started to darken, and he flinched. 'Not infront of him!' his mind screamed as he glanced at Pomeroy. This sickness, he can't let anyone know about it.
"Yes, yes, I'll be fine, Vier. You need to start worrying less about me and more about yourself." Pomeroy said with a rueful grin as he stood up with him, before frowning as he saw Vier flinch at seemingly nothing before casting a worried glance at him. "...Speaking of which, are you quite alright, Vier?" He asked in a slightly concerned voice as he looked him over. "You're looking rather pale today. Maybe it would be a good idea to get checked by a healer before such an important journey?"
"I will be fine." he replied almost instantly. Though almost all of his vision darkened, he tried to act normal so no one would be suspicious. He decided to his eyes and think about any excuses. Logical.one. The warmth still there so he assumed that Pomeroy still on his side.
"I'm fine. It's just, works a bit rough lately, so I didn't get much rest." he finally managed to made an excuse. Though he know it wouldn't last for 2 hours. "Why didn't you go to the priest to get your antidote? I heard there are some poisonous plants and animals once we set foot on road to Siria."
"There are?" Pomeroy asked uncertainly, his eyes searching Vier's face before he eventually sighed in resignation. "Alright, I suppose I should go look into that. In the meantime, I still think you should go see that healer, if only for a checkup before we set off." He said, placing a hand on Vier's shoulder for a moment. "Take care of yourself, alright Vier?" He said in parting, before making off into the castle to see about those antidotes.
The dawn come faster than he thought. He lifted himself from his bed and rubbed his eyes. The sleepines still engulfed him since he had a hard time yesterday. But he don't want to have time to waste, so he immediately took his robe and belongings. He will take a bath in nearby river, since the bathroom is far away from the palace. "I wonder if he's awake.." he locked his room and went to the soldier's room. It's a bit long way to take since the rooms for soldiers is in the basement, and his room is on the 3rd floor of the palace.
After he arrived, he knocked the door quietly, not wanting to wake the other resting soldiers. "Pomeroy, It's Vier. Have you prepare anything yet?"
After Vier knocked, there was the sound of movement from beyond the door, before it opened to reveal Pomeroy on the other side, already fully outfitted in his armor. Quietly - or at least as quietly as a man in full iron armor could be - he slipped through the doorway out into the hall. "Are you kidding? I can never sleep before an adventure!" He said, keeping his voice low, as they were still right next to the other sleeping soldiers.
Pomeroy had a pack slung over one shoulder, holding the essentials that would be needed for their journey. He fiddled with his scabbard for a moment, double-checking that his sword was at the perfect angle for withdrawal on short notice, before looking back up at Vier. "Well, I think I'm as ready as I'll ever be. And you, Vier? Did you see that healer like I asked?"