Beastly Rose: III
III.The journey to the village was a long and quiet one for both Adamas and Roselyn. The beastman kept the hood of his cloak up, wanting the shadows to hide his face and not look at Roselyn again until they arrived at the village. Roselyn on the other hand, could tell that something was a little wrong with Adamas by the way he was hiding his face. The little space he put between himself and her was evidence of his odd behavior. She couldn’t tell what was bothering him and wanted to talk about it, but decided to remain silent for the time being.Adamas wondered how many miles were left before arriving at the village? He needed to take his mind off of Roselyn or else it’ll get even harder for him to control his urges. The scent of roses that lingered in his cloak wasn’t helping at all. Luckily, he put his worries to rest when he saw a pointed sign that said “Ackerman Town”. Although the first part of the name brought familiarity to the beastman, his eyes narrowed in confusion over the last name and mutters, “Odd.”“What is it?” Roselyn asked.He didn’t answer her, but continued the trek until they came across a stone gate leading towards a town. Upon entering said gate, Adamas gazed here and there, seeing some of the nearby buildings that were familiar to him while others seemed to have been built years ago. On top of that, the ground was no longer smooth; just like how he remembered. Instead it became cobblestone to greet anyone in a more welcoming manner. “Well, I’ll be damned!” he softly chuckled, placing both paws on his waists within his cloak. “This place went from a small village community to a small town.”“You mean you’ve been here before?” Roselyn asked curiously.“Few times actually,” he answered truthfully. “Guess after being gone for a very long time a lot has changed since then.”Roselyn wondered what he meant by that? Just how long has it been since he’s last been here?“Speaking of change…”Adamas took a whiff of the air before exhaling in content.“Ah, I smell either a pub or a tavern that must’ve been added here and somebody is making some good food.”Roselyn took a sniff through the air, but could find no faint trace of food being cooked. Thinking of the mere mention of food made her a little hungry. Adamas had the same thought and wanted to find the source so they could fill their bellies, but had to focus on the task as he tells her, “Before we grab ourselves a bite to eat. First let's find the Blacksmith Alchemist.”They were going to head further into town to find somebody on where the Blacksmith Alchemist was. As luck would have it, however, there was a nearby fruit cart vendor with a male seller that had a black cap and white feather attached to it inside just near the entrance to the town. “You there!” Adamas called out, getting the attention of the fruit seller. “Can you tell us where we can find the Blacksmith Alchemist?”“Blacksmith Alchemist?” the fruit seller questioned with a raised eyebrow. “Never heard of him. I just arrived here a few days ago.” Adamas softly sighed and was about to leave him to find somebody else who knows, until the fruit seller says, “Although I did see a blacksmith if you're looking for him instead.” He points ahead, telling them, “Go that way and take a right turn, then after going down two streets take a left turn. You’ll find his sign, you can’t miss it.”“Alright thanks!”Taking the directions the fruit seller told them, Adamas wondered if the Blacksmith Alchemist was there and not some ordinary blacksmith that the trader saw while Roselyn herself wondered what he would look like. Upon going down the second street and taking a left turn, they found a hanging sign that had an anvil symbol with a hammer on top of it and inside a forge was a man with tan gloves sitting in front of a grinding stone; polishing a sword. He was around in his twenties, quite very young in his age, brown hair and eyes that matched, and wore a blacksmiths apron. Adamas could not only smell his scent from where he was, but detects another somewhere around the establishment. Judging by both scents, with the young man’s being mixed, there was a sense of familiarity that made him smile big. “You there!” the beastman called out, getting the young man’s attention.The young man stopped polishing the blade, noticing an odd but mysterious man covered in a red cloak with a young woman wearing rags for clothes standing behind him. “Can I help you?” he asked questionably, wondering if this strange man could be another customer. At least he hoped.However, his eyes widened with shock when he saw a paw come out of the cloak, then reached over and pulled the hood over, revealing Adamas’ face towards the young man.“Oh, my God!” he gasped, dropping the sword and falling on his rear before quickly scrambling out and around the forge. “Father!”The beastman softly chuckled and slowly shook his head at the sight while Roselyn protested, “Adamas you didn’t have to scare him like that, you could’ve-”“Relax,” Adamas calmly assured her. “This was the only way to bring him out.”“Bring who out?” she asked, confused.“Just wait and see.”While Roselyn waited, Adamas’ keen ears listened as he heard a door opening somewhere around the back and the young man’s voice shouting for both of them to hear, “Father, there’s a monster out there, we have to get out!”“Let go of me, son!” an elderly voice yelled for Adamas’ ears to hear. “What nonsense are you talking about?!”“There’s a monster around the front! We have to get Mother and my sister out before it finds us!”“What monster are you talking about?” he grunted.“Father, not that way!”Adamas sensed aggravated steps marching around to where he and Roselyn were.“I swear son, if you pulled me out of work just to waste my time over your deluded excuse I will-”An old man appeared before the duo, dropping his hammer that he carried with him in shock. He had a white bandanna over his head and wore the same apron and gloves as the young man has, but around his waist he had a tool belt which Adamas could tell from the sigils that were on the tools was undoubtedly ones used to create enchanted weapons or items. A true Blacksmith Alchemist always carries them close no matter what craft they work with. The young man grabs his shoulder, pulling him back while saying, “Father, we have to go!”The Blacksmith Alchemist didn’t look at his son, but did push him back with his shoulder, then said to the beastman softly, “Adamas?”The young man looked at his father, wide-eyed in shock. Roselyn felt the same way when her eyes darted to both the old man and the beastman. “Adamas,” the elder said, walking slowly towards the beast. “Is it really?”Roselyn noticed Adamas’ lips raised a bit, showing her that this must be his true smile while he said to the old man, “Hello Henry.”The old man known as Henry, guffawed before suddenly wrapped his arms around the beastman’s neck in a greeting but happy hug. “Adamas, you big lug!”“Henry, you foolish clod!” Adamas returns the hug. “How’ve you been?” The beastman and Henry shared a laugh before pulling away. “And look at you. You’ve become a Blacksmith Alchemist and I never thought I’d find you here. You're finally living your dream and have probably become a master now. Although the years haven’t been too kind to you.”“Maybe through appearance,” Henry shrugged, smiling. “But not physically.” He flexes his right arm. “I’ve been exercising this body for a long time. So don’t expect to see a weak, crippled old man be looked down on.”Adamas chuckled before ruffling Henry’s head, nearly pulling off his bandanna while saying to him, “I’m sure I won’t.”Henry softly giggles, then takes off his bandanna and brushes his white hair back with his hand. “Father, what is going on here?” The young man asked.Henry opened his mouth and was about to say something, but Roselyn said to the beastman, “Adamas, you know this man?”The elder looks at her, now noticing a young beautiful woman standing next to Adamas. “Well, now. Who’s this?”“Oh, sorry,” Adamas apologized before introducing her. “This is Roselyn. Roselyn, this is Henry Taversh. He’s an old friend of mine and a former apprentice to a Master Blacksmith Alchemist. As you can tell, he too has become a master of the craft as well.”Henry offered his hand, saying greetfully, “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Miss.”“Um…” Roselyn said awkwardly before taking the old man’s hand and shaking it. “The pleasure’s mine, I guess.”“So where did you find this beggar woman?” Henry asked Adamas, judging by the clothes she wore.“Actually, she found me and she’s not a beggar woman,” Adamas answered.The two men looked at him oddly. If this woman wasn’t a beggar woman, then what was she?Adamas could tell what they were thinking and said to them, “It’s a long story, I’ll explain later. Anyway, what’s become of your old master?”“Yeah, Master Kaldin retired fifty-five years ago,” Henry answered. “Five years after that, he passed away.”“Oh, I see. What about your mother, Helen, isn’t she still here? It would be nice to see her again.”“Adamas,” Henry sighed solemnly. “I’m afraid she passed away twenty years ago. I’m sorry.”Adamas gave his own solemn sigh, crestfallen over the loss of Helen while closing his eyes and bowing his head. “Don’t feel bad. I’m sure she’ll be happy to know that you haven’t forgotten her and that sooner or later in life you’ll be able to see me again.” He giggles a little, adding, “And damn she was right about that. After sixty years of waiting, I always knew that one day I’d see you again.”What the two men and beastman hadn’t noticed, Roselyn was both shocked and confused. Sixty years is when Henry and Adamas met? How is this even possible? Adamas would have to be…well old, yet he didn’t appear to be and he looked so young. “I mean look at you,” Henry says, bringing Roselyn out of her thoughts. “You look just like I remembered. Still possessing that same old cloak, which I’m surprised that it hasn't aged or that you haven’t gotten rid of that damn thing.” He points at the longsword’s handle that was exposed over his shoulder, attached to the string of Adamas’ sack that hung on his neck, proudly showing himself that he was a warrior for anyone who noticed that blade, adding, “And your still carrying my masters finest sword that he made for you.”“Indeed,” Adamas agreed, looking over his shoulder to see his sword. “This weapon has served me well, and your master did say it was his greatest masterpiece.” He brings his paw towards his shoulder, clutching the cloth, adding, “As for this cloak, the reason why it hasn’t aged is because it's enchanted and bound only to me. Besides, this has sentimental value and there’s no way in hell I’ll ever part with it. Even if I did, it’ll eventually return to me.”This was new information for Roselyn concerning Adamas’ cloak. That would explain earlier how it appeared next to her. Although to her it was strange, the real reason why it followed her was because it was returning to its true owner. However, there was something even stranger. When she woke up from her sleep with that cloak draped over her. How come it didn’t follow Adamas after he left for the lake? Maybe there was something more to that enchanted cloak than even she realized. The bottom line of it all was that she never knew that kind of enchantment would work on a simple piece of cloth.“Um, excuse me!” the young man interrupted. “Can somebody please explain to me what the hell’s going on here?”“Don’t mind my idiotic son,” Henry waved off. “And sorry for the way he reacted earlier.”“It’s quite alright,” Adamas shrugged while smiling. “As the saying goes ‘Like father, like son’. Speaking about that, from the scent he’s giving out…” He softly giggles before saying, “You and Margaret have finally tied the knot.”Henry threw his head and gave a hearty chuckle before saying, “Indeed we have, Adamas! Fifty straight years we’ve been married and have managed to raise not one but two kids!”“Twins?”“That’s right.” Henry points his thumb towards his son. “My boy, Darren, was born by several seconds with our twin daughter, Marron, being the last.”“Where is your daughter?”“She’s with Marge back at the tavern that’s a few streets around the corner from where we’re at.”“Ah,” Adamas smiled. “That would explain the smell of food before we arrived here. This must be her doing.”“That’s right!” Henry said with pride, placing both hands on his waists while smiling. “If it weren’t for her cooking and hospitality, she’d never own herself a tavern. Hell, if it weren’t for the both of us, we never would’ve garnered a lot of attention which changed this place from a small village to a small town in the fifty years that followed.” The Blacksmith Alchemist waved off, adding, “But enough of that. What brings you and your friend here?”“I need your help with something.” Henry watched with intrigue as Adamas dug through his pocket and pulled out a white crystal. The two men were both curious yet odd by Adamas’ find while Henry took the crystal, brought his glasses from out his apron pocket and put it on, and said, “I’ve never seen such an enchantment like this. Where did you find this?”“From incompetent knights that were after Roselyn last night.”Henry and Darren once again looked at him oddly.“Again, it’s a long story. However, I found more than one from the swords they were carrying.” He simplified his story by showing them two more white crystals, surprising them both a little. “I don’t know what kind of enchantment was used to make these, that’s why I need your field of expertise to de-enchant one of these.”Henry hummed, eyes squinting at the crystal he held, his curiosity peaked. He won’t deny that these crystals were strange but interesting at the same time. He’s never seen or even heard of a white crystal in decades, nor has anybody, not even him, has ever created one. At least from his point-of-view. With his mind made up, he shrugged, “Well, what the hell?” He tosses the crystal and catches it, adding, “Might as well crack open this little box and see what kind of surprises it has. Follow me.”The duo followed Henry with Darren already ahead. They go around the same direction the father and son took, and enter a room where there were shelves filled with metal ingots, clear crystals, and two very unique shelves. One displayed enchanted weapons consisting of swords, daggers, pistols, and a single crossbow with a quiver of arrows. The other, however, showed very strange items which to both Adamas and Roselyn’s perspectives looked like contraptions of some unknown kind. Some appeared to be weapons in the form of guns, another was a small bag that must’ve contained something within it, and the last being a tan color spherical object. It looked no bigger than that of a softball and had dials that showed numbers and letters, and right at the top showed to Adamas’ surprise a symbol of a compass.Turning their attention to the center of the room, there was a stone table with rune sigils forming a circle where at the center laid an odd contraption. It appeared to be a dark metal tube with a single gray dot and right on the top it had a clear crystal, cleanly carved and polished into a teardrop shape. The duo wondered about this strange device, then Roselyn became the first to question Henry, “What is this thing?”“That is one of my latest inventions,” the elderly Blacksmith Alchemist answered, taking the device off the stone table. “This contraption of mine will revolutionize those who either don’t use magic or simply don’t have enough magic and will one day bring forth a new age of alchemy making.”“What is it?” Adamas asked, curious to know about this new invention.“I call this: The Flashlight.”Roselyn and Adamas looked at one another with odd looks over that strange name, then they turned their attention back to Henry. “What does it do?” the young woman asked.“This is meant to act as a torch while saving time in making one and like I said before be used in case someone doesn’t have enough magic to cast a light enchantment.”“Does it work?”“Well, it’s not quite finished yet.” Henry looks at his son, eyes glaring while adding, “It would’ve been if someone hadn’t interrupted my work.”“What about those weapons over there?” Adamas pointed back at the shelf with his thumb. “Are those too meant to revolutionize?”“Of course, those weapons are meant to be fit for a royal army and it’ll advance additional firepower without always having to rely on those old rifles, pistols, or even a gatling gun.”“What about that metallic sphere?” questioned Adamas over the device he and Roselyn saw earlier. “What’s that do?”“That’s another invention of mine I’ve tested years ago and perfected, but I’ll explain later in another time. For now…” the elder Blacksmith Alchemist placed the Flashlight invention in his pocket while placing the white crystal in the center of the rune circle. “Let’s go ahead and open this little surprise box.”Taking out his hammer, after already picking it up before him and his son led the duo, and a chisel, he spread his arms out, then raised the chisel first. Upon bringing it down towards the center of the rune circle, the sigils glowed and a medium-sized green barrier surrounds the white crystal, confusing Henry and Adamas as they’ve never seen a glow coming from an enchanted crystal like that. The elder Blacksmith Alchemist puts that aside and returns to his focus, bringing up the hammer and slamming it down, making it cling with sparks coming out of it. He kept slamming his hammer a few more times, showing no signs of de-enchantment. “Oh, so you wanna be an ass about it, huh?” Henry replaces his first hammer with a more stronger one, not taking his chisel off the barrier. Raising his new one, he slammed it down hard three times, causing the barrier to crack a bit. Pulling out the chisel, the cracks continued to web around the barrier while the Blacksmith Alchemist smiled with pride and twirled his second hammer, saying, “My heavy hammer never fails.”The three humans and beastman lean forward slightly with curious eyes not leaving the cracked barrier as it finishes breaking through, leaving a sickly green small mist surrounding the crystal. They were confused over the sudden mist while waiting for the de-enchantment to take effect. When it was finished, the mist dissipated and it revealed something much to confuse Henry, Darren, and Adamas even further while Roselyn became a little intrigued over the sudden change.“Is that…”“...an egg?” Roselyn said last after Darren.Indeed it truly was an egg. The shape appeared to look no similar to that of a chicken’s egg; albeit slightly bigger as it could fit a whole hand. Darren and Henry never saw something like this come out of its enchantment while Adamas wondered about this egg. Why does it look so familiar? His thoughts were halted when the egg shook, surprising the two men and Roselyn as she smiled and layed down in front of the egg, wanting to know what kind of cute creature would pop while wondering why someone would want to enchant a defenseless egg like this. However, the moment the shell cracked, Adamas got a whiff of something very familiar and knew exactly what that was. “Back!” he cried out, quickly pulling Roselyn away from it and backing away with her. “Get back!”Henry quickly took his friend’s warning and pushed his son back while getting back himself. Roselyn was about to ask Adamas what was wrong, but no words came as something leaped out of the egg towards her, hissing while she yelped and raised her hands in defense. The hissing continued in front of her, expecting something to try and reach her hands. Instead, she felt a warm breath, yet whatever it was didn’t even come close to reaching her. Wanting to know what it was, Roselyn slowly lowered her hands; only to see a strange creature trying to lunge at her which made her gasp a little. The creature appeared to be a gray snake, except it had no scales but did possess a slick smooth body. Everytime the snake-like creature hissed, it revealed a flower mouth with small sharp teeth and beady black eyes that did not take its gaze off her. It wiggled its body, trying to get out of Adamas’ tight grip after he had already caught it quickly before it could ever reach Roselyn.“Adamas,” Henry said. “Is that what I think it is?”“Yeah,” Adamas answered, having the same idea while bringing it away from Roselyn, raised his paw over the creature’s head and clasped it, closing and muffling its hissing mouth. “No doubt about it.” With a sudden jerk, there was a crack, causing the creature to stop wiggling as it drooped still. “That was a Demon.”Henry sighed over that word as if he dreaded hearing it while he said, “After sixty long years, I never would’ve thought I’d see one again.”Although Roselyn didn’t show it, she became confused over what Henry meant.“Where the hell did it come from?” Darren asked.Henry gave his son a look that said “Are you serious?” while Adamas answered Darren, “Hell, is where it came from. From one of the depths of Purgatory.”“Well, what kind of Demon is it?” Henry asked.“This is a parasite and judging by how weak it was, it’s from the first layer.”“First layer?” Roselyn questioned.“There are nine layers in Purgatory where you can use magic to summon a Demon, but this is dark magic territory.” Roselyn was taken aback while Adamas continued, “The lower the layer, the more magic and focus you’ll have to use in order to summon a Demon. However, depending on the Demon you're summoning, there’s usually a price to be made.”“What about that parasite?” Henry asked about it. “What’s the price for summoning that? Does it control you or something?”“No, not unless it’s black. This one’s gray but it’s still dangerous to summon something like this.”“How dangerous are we talking about when it comes to those?”“These can grant magic to those who don’t have it or increase it by twofold, but it’ll cost a piece of yourself.”Henry didn’t have to ask as he knew what Adamas meant by that.“In order to gain power, you have to let it burrow into your flesh or…”“Or what?” “Ingest it whole and alive.”Roselyn gasped and placed two hands on her mouth while Darren gagged and covered his own mouth, nearly throwing up from the mere thought. Henry places a comforting hand on his son’s shoulder. He couldn’t blame his reaction as he felt his own stomach churn. Letting a Demon like that burrow into someone’s flesh is one thing, but swallowing it alive, that’s something nobody could stomach. “Does it only work once and that’s it?” Roselyn wondered aloud.“No,” Adamas answered. “It’s like an addictive drug. People who get a taste of this power will only want more and the more you take from it-”“The more you become a Demon yourself.” Henry finished before sighing and slowly shaking his head in dismay, adding, “Such a heavy price to pay to those who become greedy for power.”Adamas nodded in agreement. Greed was always common as it could easily change or sway someone when it came to those wanting power. Unfortunately, if one cannot control that power, then it’ll consume them in the end. That was something he knew from experience.“Although, there is one thing I don’t get.” Henry crossed his arms and questioned, “How the hell did a bunch of knights get their hands on some Demon eggs, much less have them enchanted into crystals?”“I don’t know.” Adamas looks at the dead Demon in his paw, then digs out the other enchanted eggs that still remained in their crystal form. “Whatever the reason, I doubt it’s anything good.” He looks at Roselyn with suspicion in his eyes. “And whoever it was that sent them, must’ve had something evil planned which concerns her.”Henry and Darren now looked at Roselyn, wondering why those knights would want her and this person who sent them. Although Adamas hadn’t told them about the baron yet, he could vaguely guess only one thing and that concerned with her being the fiance and why those knights had possessed those enchanted Demon eggs attached to their swords. Even though he doesn’t know the full details over this baron wanting to marry her or who he was, Roselyn should be lucky that she ran into him and decided to be her bodyguard. If things would’ve been different, then this wouldn’t be a pleasant ending for her. Seeing that this was making Roselyn uncomfortable from all the staring, Adamas changed the subject by saying, “Henry, is there a cleric here in this town that’s under the house of God?”“Yes.”“Good, Darren come here.”“Huh?...Uh…”Darren was taken by surprise over the sudden order. He was a little hesitant, much less even nervous to be near the beastman. Henry sighed and rolled his eyes in annoyance, then shoved his son forward towards Adamas while saying, “C’mon, boy, he ain’t gonna bite ya!”With Darren now before Adamas, the beastman adds, “He’s right, my roar is worse than my bite. Trust me.” He playfully smiled, showing off his fangs while growling slightly.Darren gasped and quickly took a step back.Adamas chuckled and walked towards him while assuring Darren, “Relax, I’m just pulling your leg.” He places the dead Demon in the young man’s apron pocket, surprising Darren a little and almost freaking out if the beastman hadn’t placed his paw on his right shoulder to calm him down, then adds the enchanted Demon egg crystals before instructing him, “Now, I want you to keep these hidden and don’t take them out of your pocket until you get inside to the church, then once you find the cleric, tell him or her to have these purged immediately, but make sure you explain what you’ve seen first. Understand?”Darren nods in understanding, knowing what he had to do. Adamas brings him over to the door and right before he stepped out, the beastman gives a hard pat to his back, knocking the wind out of him and causing him to stumble a little while Adamas says to him, “Be off with you, boy.”After already regaining his balance, Darren starts walking but suddenly picks up the pace and begins jogging as his father had yelled, “Get the mud out of your ass, son!” When he puts enough distance, Henry cups his hands and adds while yelling, “Once you're finished, get back to the house and bring the gift I’ve been saving, then come back to the tavern!”“Gift?” Adamas questioned.“You’ll see. Now then…” Henry rubs his hands, smiling, “Who’s hungry?”
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