Authors: Sean Fay Wolfe
Leonidas knew the house would be empty. Its owner had been killed in the same battle as Geno, Becca, and King Kev. And so Leonidas led his men past this house. He knew the house was situated on the most direct path between Nocturia and the Elementia Jungle Base, and indeed, they only had to walk for another ten minutes before the outpost came into view.
The Elementia Jungle Base was located within a jungle temple, an ancient naturally generated structure of mossy cobblestone and stone brick, on the side of a hill. The trees and the cliff face created a natural defense. Leonidas signaled to his men to halt as he noticed the Elementia soldiers standing on patrol atop the base, bows raised. Leonidas had anticipated this. He had listened to an entire strategy session by Caesar indicating the most efficient way to attack this base, as described by the spy within Element City.
He gestured to his two frontmost soldiers, two privates, to circle the outpost through the trees, to the left and right. The two fighters pulled off their black tunics and pulled on their green ones, expertly dyed the exact same color as the jungle leaves. They set off in opposite directions, preparing to sneak in close and fill the base with gas at Leonidas's command. Meanwhile, Leonidas led his remaining three men straight toward the front of the temple.
As the players approached the jungle temple, with another two circling to the sides, Leonidas's breath began to quicken, his blood began to pump faster and faster. All the moral and strategic objections that he had to this plan to take the Jungle Base seemed to diminish as he got closer and closer to the battle. From the time he was new on the server, this had been what he had lived for. Leonidas was a fighterâhe always was, and he always would be.
He pulled out a shovel with sweaty hands and led his party tunneling the last bit of the way to the outpost. Reemerging in a blind spot pressed right up against the wall of the outpost, the guards could not see the soldiers pulling themselves out of the ground. The timing was precise. No sooner had the last of his men pulled themselves up out of the hole than a cloud of noxious gray gas burst from the open window above them.
Leonidas and his team acted almost robotically as they pulled the Potions of Swiftness from their inventories and downed them in a single gulp. Instantly, Leonidas's senses were charged to the highest level of acuteness, his muscles primed for the ultimate battling stature. This effect of the potion would make him and his men invulnerable to the effects of the toxic Potion of Slowness that now hung in the air within the base. His pulse beating in anticipation, Leonidas scurried up the vines on the side of the base and drew his glimmering bow. Immediately, he downed three of the guards with flaming arrows as his men followed him into the base.
As his men swarmed the temple, Leonidas noticed that each one of the dead men's spilled inventories contained a book, the same book. The covers showed that it was
The Constitution of the Republic of Elementia
by Bookbinder55. Leonidas sneered. How noble, he thought, that each of these
men carried the constitution of their country with them on their scouting missions. What a pity that it did not help them in the least against the supreme power of the Noctem Alliance. Then, in disgust, Leonidas tossed one of the books into the air and shot it against the wall with another flaming arrow.
Leonidas had been conflicted about this attack before, but that was all gone now. He knew nothing but an all-consuming taste for war, as the potion erased all his inhibitions. And with that, Leonidas continued the slaughter, leaving his inner compassion as useless, pathetic, and forgotten as the burning constitution of Elementia pinned on the temple wall.
T
he next morning, Stan looked up and gave a groggy glance out the window. When he saw the red and blue wool blocks decorating the tops of the courtyard wall, he immediately jumped out of bedâit was an important day. As he walked downstairs from his room to eat breakfast in the castle common room, Stan remembered that the previous night, the moon had been barely a sliver. It would be dark tonight.
The common room, with its paintings, a fire in the Netherrack fireplace, and chairs in a circle around the room, was also decorated with red and blue wool. This was probably Archie's work. He always did love Elementia Day more than anybody else, despite the fact that it had been Blackraven's idea to start the tradition almost immediately after the creation of the republic.
DZ and Charlie were already awake, and they were sitting by the refrigerator, eating today's breakfast (prepared by the Imperial Butlers), which turned out to be pumpkin pie.
“Ah, Stam! Hubba Erumendaduh, ol behee!” said DZ through a mouthful of pastry. “Surry,” he added as he gave an enormous swallow. “I said, Ah, Stan! Happy Elementia Day, old buddy!”
“Thanks, DZ,” said Stan with a smile. “I can't believe it's really been four months.”
“Four months ago today,” replied DZ, imitating Archie's deep announcing voice, which he would use at the ceremony in the park later that evening, “the moon was dark, as it is tonight. On that day, our beloved president, Stan2012, defeated the tyrannical King Kev in battle and created the Grand Republic of Elementia. Now, four new moons later, we celebrate that victory!”
“That's actually pretty good.” Charlie laughed. “What kind of stuff does Archie have planned for this Elementia Day?”
“Well, there's the usual pig races, sparring tournament, and reenactment of the battle,” said DZ, “but I think we all know that the highlight of today is gonna be the Mechanist's new Tennis Machine.”
“Yeah, you're probably right, but I gotta say, I'm excited about the races too,” said Charlie. “I put down a big bet against Kat saying that Bob is gonna win the race.”
“Really? What about Zoey and Porky?” Stan asked, referring to an acclaimed racer and her pig.
“Yeah, that's a good point, Charlie,” said DZ. “Those two've won that race every Elementia Day so far, and this is Bob's first time. What makes you think he's gonna win?”
“'Cause it's Bob!” replied Charlie. “He's got a stronger bond with Ivanhoe than any I've seen, and that includes Kat and Rex.”
“To that note,” replied Stan, “where is she, anyway?” Kat
was usually the first one up in the morning, and none of them had seen her yet today.
“I saw her leaving the castle really early this morning with G. I can't say she looked very happy about it. He looked hyped, though,” answered DZ.
Charlie sighed. “Those two . . . they're just . . .”
“I know, man,” DZ cut in, shaking his head. “Some people just don't have any class,” he added wisely.
“DZ, you have pumpkin flesh dripping from your left nostril,” Stan pointed out as he pressed the refrigerator button. A pumpkin pie popped out, which he caught in midair.
“I really don't think it's Kat's fault, though,” said Charlie as DZ wiped the orange goo from his upper lip. “G is just overly clingy. I honestly don't get why she puts up with him.”
“Well, I think she's just . . . ,” started Stan, but he was cut off when Archie burst into the room, his chest heaving from lack of breath.
“Ah, Archie! All set for the big day, are we?” asked DZ as he wiped the pumpkin goo off his finger and onto his pants.
“Yeah, but that's not why I'm here,” said Archie in one breath.
Stan suddenly stood up straight. He knew something was wrong. “Archie, what happened?” he asked.
“Ben just sent me a messenger. Apparently when he sent a scout to report to him on the condition at the Jungle Base
last night, the scout came back and told him the base had been hijacked.”
“WHAT?” Stan asked, dropping the rest of his pie on the ground. “What happened? Who took over the base?”
“Well, the scout said that when he approached the base, he was shot at by figures in black tunics and caps that were patrolling the watchtower on top.”
The room was filled for a moment by a stunned silence. Then DZ threw his hands in the air and yelled, “Oh, come on!”
“Do you mean to tell me that our Jungle Base was taken over by the Noctem Alliance?” asked Charlie, his face reflecting his shell-shocked disbelief.
“It would seem so,” replied Archie gravely. “It looks like not only is the Alliance still alive, but it's powerful.”
“It's not possible!” cried Stan. His stomach had knotted up, and he was beginning to sweat as he started to think about what this information meant. “The Jungle Base is one of our most fortified! All twenty of the guards in there were skilled fighters with enough armor and gear to fight at maximum capacity!”
“That's not all,” added Archie, the fear in his voice almost tangible. “One of the Noctem soldiers was Leonidas, Stan.”
“What the what!” shouted DZ. “Leonidas is dead! Wasn't he killed at the battle along with the rest of RAT1? Right? Stan?”
But Stan was staring at Charlie in horror, who returned
with a stare of absolute astonishment. Their eyes locked, and it was clear that they were both thinking the same thing. The military had, after investigation, concluded that Leonidas had been killed in Becca's TNT trap at the Battle for Elementia. The police had determined the same thing. There was only one source in the kingdom who had stated that Leonidas was still alive, a source Charlie had talked Stan into disregarding.
“You weren't just hallucinating that night, were you, Stan,” said Charlie. It was not a question. Even Stan, who had brushed off the nocturnal visit by Sally's voice as nothing but a delusion brought on by fatigue, now knew perfectly well that everything he had heard was indeed Sally trying to contact him from beyond the server.
“What are you talking about?” asked Archie, in a nervous, alarmed voice.
“Yeah, what are you talking about, Charlie?” asked DZ, his face taking on an uncharacteristically freaked-out look.
“Stan . . .”
Stan leaped up. That voice did not belong to Charlie. It did not belong to Archie or DZ, either. And, based on a quick look around the room, he was the only one to hear it.
“What?” Charlie asked, looking at Stan in panic. Stan paid no notice to any of them. He was already sprinting down the hallway, taking a sharp left, and bolting into his room. He needed this conversation to be private.
“Sally? Is that you?”
“Stan . . . I don't . . . much . . . time . . .” Sally's voice from nowhere was punctuated by bursts of static, and Stan could barely make out what she was saying. “Noctem . . . Alliance . . . alive . . .”
“I know Sally, I know!” cried Stan. “They just took over our Jungle Base!”
“I know . . . but . . . another . . . attack . . . inbound . . .” Her voice was barely audible over the now loud static. It was as if somebody was trying to jam her signal.
“Don't . . . know . . . heard . . . fragments . . . tennis . . . danger . . . losing . . . I . . . contact . . . you . . . later . . .” There was a burst of static, and then a pop, and Sally was gone.
Stan's head was spinning. The Noctem Alliance had attacked them, and another attack was incoming. And she had also said something about the Tennis Machine! What did that mean? Regardless, after the attack on the Jungle Base that apparently was led by Leonidas, Stan had no qualms about deciphering the information given to him by Sally, and acting on it.
“Stan, what happened?” Archie asked when Stan walked back into the common room. “Charlie told us that you've been in contact with Sally? How is that? She's dead, Stan.”
“I know that, but somehow she's found a way to partially hack her way back on to the server, and I can hear her
voice,” said Stan, ignoring the looks of skepticism on Archie's and DZ's faces. “She contacted me once before, and told me that Leonidas was alive, and that he and Caesar were raising some kind of force. I thought I was dreaming it at first, but then it turns out that a well-equipped force led by Leonidas just took over the Jungle Base! It can't just be a coincidence.”
Archie and DZ were staring at Stan wide-eyed, knowing that he was telling the truth even though they weren't sure how it could be possible.
“Okay, we get that,” said Charlie after a moment, “but what did she say to you just then? That is why you ran out, isn't it?”
“Yeah, it is,” Stan replied. “She just told me an attack was incoming, and that the Tennis Machine was a danger.”
There was a pause. Then . . .
“Are you losing your mind, Stan?” asked DZ.
“Stan, how can the Tennis Machine be a danger? It's just a recreation thing,” reasoned Charlie.
“I don't know, I wasn't the one who said it!” yelled Stan.
“Okay, okay, let's disregard that for a second,” said Archie. “What was that about an inbound attack?”
“I don't know,” said Stan. “Her voice was cut off by static half the time.”
“Stan, it'd be nice if your dead girlfriend could be a little less vague,” said DZ with an exasperated chuckle.
“Well, seeing as we don't have any real idea what the upcoming attack is, or when it's coming, I say the only thing we can really do is prepare our military,” said Charlie. “I'll alert the soldiers to do double duty in patrolling our walls, and I'll send messengers out to tell all our outposts to do the same. DZ, can you go and tell Ben to get the police to step it up, too?”
“Aye aye, Captain,” replied DZ, and he stood up and crossed the room to the door that led to the stairwell with the courtyard at the bottom.
“What do you want me to do, Charlie?” asked Archie. Stan's eyebrow twitched. He almost resented that Archie asked for a command from Charlie rather than him. On the other hand, he did feel rather disgruntled at the moment, and it probably showed.
“I want you to go out and finish the preparations,” said Charlie with a grin. “We've still got to have Elementia Day, don't we?”
“That we do,” boomed Archie, and he swept out of the room after DZ.
“I'm gonna see what I can do to reconnect with Sally,” said Stan. “Maybe she can tell us more about this attack.”
“Good thinking, Stan,” said Charlie as he stood up and went the way of Archie and DZ.
Stan walked out of the common room back to his
quarters, and he lay down on the bed. Stan focused all his being on Sally, hoping there was some iota of chance that she could reconnect with him.
But Sally didn't reconnect with him. Not in his bedroom, not when Archie told him it was time for the celebrations to begin, not during the pig race when Charlie won his bet against Kat that Bob would win, and not during the sparring tournament. Stan found it difficult to think of anything else. It was as if the players in the crowd were on a TV that Stan wasn't really watching.
Stan kept telling himself he wanted to contact Sally for the sake of intelligence on the impending attack. Really, though, the reason was that he wanted nothing more in the world than to hear her voice again. Perhaps, although it seemed impossible, they could discover some way that Sally might rejoin Elementia.
“And now, ladies and gentlemen,” boomed Archie's deep voice, cutting through Stan's thoughts like a knife, “President Stan2012 will take the stage for the reenactment of the great battle between himself and the tyrannical King Kev.”
Stan sighed. This was perhaps his least favorite part of the ceremonies, yet, for some reason, it tended to be one of the most popular. Although the people of the republic had been loud and rambunctious in the ceremonies all day, the
loudest cacophony of cheers and praises rang out now, as Stan climbed the stairs up to the imitation bridge that had been constructed at the center of the park.
The reenactment had only been added last Elementia Day. Blackraven had suggested that it was fitting that the people of Elementia celebrate how their beloved republic came to be, and that Stan himself should play his own part in the play. Stan was still determined to give his people the show they loved, despite how uncomfortable it made him to relive the deaths of his friends.
He looked down the bridge at the actor dressed now as King Kev. It was a different actor this month, Stan noted. Although it was impossible to tell two players with the same skin apart at a glance, it was possible to tell by truly examining their eyes. Every player's eyes had a unique gleam to them.
Stan, who had earlier been adorned in diamond armor with two iron axes strapped to his back just as they had been the day he had challenged King Kev, drew one of these axes now. The king's eyebrow twitched, as scripted, and Stan charged down the stone bridge toward the King Kev doppelgänger. The king's sword was drawn, as was necessary, and, at the right point, Stan threw the axe at the actor's head. The actor dive-rolled to the side and was then supposed to raise his diamond sword to counter the downward blow from Stan's axe.
Instead, the actor thrust the sword upward into the handle of Stan's axe and gave it a sharp twist, sending Stan's weapon spiraling to the side, just as the Avery actor grabbed Stan from behind in a full nelson and raised his own diamond sword to Stan's throat.
There was a horrified silence in the crowd for a moment, before screams began to erupt. All throughout the crowd, figures were buttoning on black tunics and pulling on black caps. They held blue-gray Potions of Slowness in their hands. Stan, even with his limited movement, could see that the black figures had enough radius to neutralize the entire crowd of thousands if need be.