The Last of the Sages (Sage Trilogy, Book 1) (22 page)

Without another word, Alexander stomped James’ crushed leg with all his might, laughing madly as James blacked out from the pain. The Langorans around the spectacle shuttered at how such a small man, could be so scary…

James woke up, feeling as if he was weighted down by tons of iron. His head throbbing, he glanced down at his shattered leg which had been splinted and cast. Confused, he tried looking around, not that there was much. The brick room looked very much like the Langoran holding cell, except it was significantly smaller, only able to hold about five or so people comfortably. The room was brightly lit, a couple torches burning on each end. He noticed that he wasn’t bound in chains at all, but he then realized the Langorans weren’t worried about him escaping at this point. James didn’t bother trying to stand up. He knew he couldn’t, his leg still dead to what his brain told it to do. He sighed and kept only one eye open to scan the room. Both opened at seeing a Langoran, sitting chained at the wall across form him. The small tuffle of red hair that seemed to crack out his temple let him know it was the Langoran that cried out for him earlier. Why would he do something like that?

“Hey,” James cracked, his throat parched and itchy. He coughed in reaction as the Langoran glanced up with solemn eyes. He wasn’t happy to be there.

“Hi yourself.”

“What are you doing here?”

“You should know.”

“Yeah, I think so, but, that’s what I want to know. Why did you yell for him to put me down?”

“I can’t stand murder. Taking someone’s life is wrong.”

“Your brothers don’t seem to think that way.”

“For your information, most Langorans aren’t like the brutes you saw. We’re generally quite peaceful. All we want is for someone to leave our Kingdom alone, let us live the way we want to live.”

“How’s that?”

“Why am I even talking to you? You’re the enemy!”

James laughed and then winced at the pain shooting up his inner thigh.

“Your chains say otherwise.”

“Don’t laugh,” the Langoran snapped. “They’ve just lost their minds. Too long they’ve sat down here as prisoners. Not even of war. Just those that happened to pass the border of Allay and Prattle. The Sages would come and take them captive in an instant and send them to prison, no judge, no trial. Such is the way of a Sage. Such is the way you want to be.”

“It’s hard to believe a Sage would be that ruthless. I’m sure you’ve got it all wrong.”

“How do you think I’m down here?”

The crackling torch paused their conversation.

“Why do you have hair? And how can you talk so good?”

“Talk s
o
good
?
It’s well, Sage.”

“Talk so well,” James muttered, rolling his eyes.

“It’s because I refused to let the anger consume me, because I know if I did, I’d be no different than them. Murderers. They didn’t like it, but I kept talking, even to myself, as much as I could, to make sure I didn’t lose my speech, and I kept my body moving as much as I was able. The rest of them just sat there, staying silent, letting their rage grow as well as their inner strength, waiting for the day they could break free and murder their captors. I didn’t want that. I plan on going back to Langour as soon as possible and never cross the border again.”

“Why did you cross the border in the first place?”

“Curious, I guess.”

“Oh.”

“And what about you, Sage, what lies did they tell you about us? Why are you here?”

“I was taking a test, of teamwork. I can’t tell you more than that.”

“So they use us as guinea pigs to test your abilities, nice.”

“Have you always felt this way about Allayans?”

“Not since I’ve seen this injustice placed on my people.”

“I’m sure you all had warnings. You wouldn’t be here if you followed the rules. The Allayan people pretty much keep to themselves. We don’t go off wandering into the forest for fun. We like our solitude.”

“So quick to judge, yet your people deny us salvation.”

James’ mind flashed to images of the green haze above the forest and he remembered Elder’s words of how the other Kingdoms didn’t have Allay’s salvation.

“How can we get to Allay to be saved,” the prisoner spat. “when we’re pounced upon like mice and thrown into a dungeon?”

“There has to be more to it than that. I’ve heard of how your people brought the green haze upon you yourselves.”

“Even if we did, hypothetically speaking, we shouldn’t all be condemned as a people. Shouldn’t those who want to know more be allowed to know?” he said, trying to fix his collar.

“That’s something I can’t answer.”

“You’re a Sage, aren’t you? You know all about their evil dealings. What, you can’t answer, or you won’t?”

James turned his head to the side. There was no point talking to him. He was too bitter about what happened to him and his people. Regardless of what he would answer, it wouldn’t be good enough for the Langoran. He wasn’t sure how to address his questions, but he knew that from his heart that the Sages had to be just and upright. There was no way they would simply deny people the right to go to Paradise…

Naturally, you couldn’t just let anyone into Allay either though, regardless of the intentions they express. What if someone was trying to sneak their way in for an attack? 

The iron door to the small room opened with a screeching creek as a gigantic Langoran came in and unshackled the young Langoran’s chains. He grunted something in his face and grabbed his left arm roughly. He led him over to James whom he grabbed with his free arm and half-carried them both outside the cell. James winced over the pain, noticing the brute cared little that his leg was broken. They eventually made their way up a couple flights of stairs to the hallway in which James had fought the Langoran. He realized just how close he was to the entrance, yet at the same time, so far away. There were only three Langorans in the room. The rest were neither seen nor heard.

Alexander stood among them, looking bored out of his mind, but James didn’t think any less of him. He feared Alexander the most. A Langoran he could handle. They reminded him of the bullies back home who talked a lot. Sure they were big, but they were dumb. Alexander wasn’t intimidating at first glance, but he was insane, and that made him scarier. Somehow he knew what was going through your mind before you did, and that randomness scared James to the point he didn’t want to say a word. Alexander might just kill him on a whim.

“So what’s the morning news, Sage?”

James stayed silent.

“Okay, how’s this? I give you three seconds to tell me something, and something valuable I might add, or I have Keel over there break your leg a different way. We will continue this process for about an hour or so, until your leg is practically mush, and then we’ll begin on your other leg. I think that’s reasonable. Okay? Okay. One….Two…”

“I’M NOT A SAGE!” James cried desperately, his hiccups making the Langorans wince at the sight of such embarrassment.

“Of course not, you’re a Sage-in-training,” Alexander cooed. James began to tear up at the thought of his legs being taken away completely.

“I’m not a sage,” he muttered. Alexander’s face fell immediately.

“If you are playing games with me, I will cut you down. I will not kill you, but you will live out the rest of your existence paralyzed. You are not a Sage?”

“No, I’m a new student. My whole team was made up of new students. We were taking a test for the infantry because we all failed the Sage test.”

“What Infantry are you talking about?”

Keel grunted sharply at Alexander. Alexander glared at him with a warning, but seemed to receive the message.

“Okay, I believe you. You’re not a Sage, but I must say,” Alexander mused, pacing the room. “This puts me in a bind because the only reason I kept you alive was because I thought you were. What use are you to me now?”

James struggled for an answer. Finding none, he hung his head down and began sobbing. He didn’t care what he looked like. He had never experienced suffering of this magnitude. And he didn’t want it to continue. It wasn’t worth it. His life, living, just wasn’t worth the torture.

“If your whole team is useless, no point in bringing one back…well then, it would appear we won’t be playing the game of hero and villain any longer.”

Alexander made a motion toward Keel who stepped forward only once before the Langoran with hair wiggled out of his captors’ grip. He leaped through the air to tackle Keel, but Keel was not phased, ending his attack with a simple shoulder slam. The Langoran fell down and didn’t get back up as the one who held him previously kept him subdued. Alexander took in the entire spectacle.

“It is hard to think your cellmate would have risked his life so easily if you didn’t have something to offer, Sage. He has spared you a little time. I will take the day to think, and tonight, I will find out for sure if you are a diamond in the rough. Take them away.”

James sighed in relief as one of the big Langorans picked him up and took him away from Alexander. At least he had some more time to figure out how he was going to escape, even if it was only a few hours. The Langoran with hair and James were thrown into the small room, not even bothering to chain either of them up. James winced at the sharp pain that shot up his leg, yet he couldn’t help remembering what his cellmate had done.

“Why did you save me back there? Now you’re going to get it too.”

“Idiot, why didn’t you tell me you weren’t a Sage?”

“I didn’t see any point. Whether I was or not, I am still from Allay.”

“By you not being a Sage, it all makes sense now…why you didn’t pull out your eidolon earlier. And I’m relieved to learn you’re just a recruit; it means the Sages haven’t told you anything. You’re not tainted so I decided to save you. Because you’re innocent.”

“I’m very grateful, but, what if I told you I wanted to be a Sage? Would your opinion of me change?”

“We all aspire to higher things. I don’t blame you for wanting to be a Sage. I’ll blame you when you know the truth, and go against what you know is right.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, and I still don’t believe what you say about the Sages being so horrible to your people.”

“In the grand scheme of things, your opinion has little to do with the facts.”

James fell to the side, wondering what they could do to get out. He refused to believe in a rescue effort. Arimus did say that no one would come to save him, but were they aware of the situation unfolding? It wasn’t so much his life but rather the lives of all Allayans on the line. He wasn’t sure just how much damage a couple dozen Langorans could do, but under the orders of such an analytical mind, he was sure they might hurt someone. Yet with his injuries, and being vastly outnumbered, what could he do?

Alexander was a lot smarter than he was, so he probably figured everything out, but he had to give it a shot. His cellmate was a Langoran, but he obviously wasn’t that strong. First of all, they had to get above ground. At least then, there were places to hide and lot of space to run, but what could he say that would get him above ground? Alexander had him covered, personality wise. If he started pretending like he wanted to join Alexander now, he would get suspicious. He would have to get through a little more torture first, then maybe break down. It was the only way…

“Trying to get out of here?”

“You could say that,” James replied.

“Hmph. If it was the Langorans alone, we would have a good chance. It’s the Prattlian that’s the problem. If we kill him, the Langorans will be disorganized and we can smart our way out. It will still be hard, but not impossible.”

“Then that’s what we’ll do.”

“Tonight, when Alexander addresses you, I’ll make another distraction,” the Langoran continued.” You try to strike him, and his attention will solely be back to you. I don’t think he likes subordination. As he tries to kill you, I’ll finish him off. From there, we have to do our best to run out of there while the Langorans are mad that we killed their leader.”

“How will you kill him?”

“You leave that to me, unless you think you can do it.”

“I - I really don’t.”

“I guess you really are a recruit. You know, if you plan on being a Sage someday, you will have to kill. Point blank.”

“I’ll worry about that when the time comes.”

* * * * *

The Langoran came the same as before, silently coming to fetch the prisoners, without any of his own thoughts or reason to relay. James and his cellmate silently obeyed, reserving their strength for the battle to come. What they didn’t count on was James being the only one fetched. His cellmate tried to stop him, but was quickly cast aside. James could do little but accept his fate. There were still only three Langorans with Alexander as before, with Keel observing everything his master did.

“I have made my decision,” Alexander declared.

“And what is that?”

“You are going to become a Sage, or you will die trying.”

“What?” James exclaimed as Alexander nodded his head. “What are you talking about?”