As the hours passed, it was decided that the humans would spend the night at the house of Broken Arrow using the house of the Timeless Lance’s expenses. Naleeit and several others were then sent to the small house to help the humans fulfill their needs and expectations. The day wore on slowly for Draama, but it was finally getting late, so she knew that she must return before anything happens while she was absent. It would have been unwise of her to leave Kel sleeping in the open as well, so she picked her up and brought her to her lair to properly rest. On the way in, she noticed that there was a rather large number of organized fights taking place on her property and not by her will.
After sending Kel to her chambers, he walked over to the closest warrior that was observing his house.
“What is the meaning of this!?” (Draama)
The closest member of her house walked over to her as well. It was the new warrior from last night.
“All of them are here to prove their strength and ability. They want to have a clutch with you.” (Guinee)
Guinee then took a step back after noticing how angry she was.
“Calm down Draama; you might lose control of this situation completely.” (Peter’s Spirit Talking)
“Calm down!? They want me for my house and my dignity.” (Draama’s Spirit Talking)
Peter forced time to slow down around them before she could do something foolish.
“What is this?!” (Draama’s Spirit Talking)
Peter then left the amulet and stood right in front of her in his drakan form.
“It’s one of my powers. Now listen here, if you don’t calm down and consider your options, I will let them beat you and r**e you. You’ll lose everything; your house, your parent’s hopes, and dream, and your own as well. I will let you lose your dignity, and I’ll just watch as you spend the rest of your days in a clutch den.” (Peter’s Spirit Talking)
Draama paused and tried to swallow, but it was really slow.
“Very well, spirit. You have my attention.” (Draama’s Spirit Talking)
Peter then withdrew back into the eye.
“Good. Now that we have a moment, let’s do something I’ve often done with your father, consider the best course of action that you can take in this situation.” (Peter’s Spirit Talking)
Draama then finished taking her first step forward before taking another.
“I’ll go to the armory first. This decorative spear is a good weapon, but it won’t last against so many.” (Draama’s Spirit Talking)
Peter chuckled to himself.
“Good, what’s next?” (Peter’s Spirit Talking)
Draama took another step.
“Not everyone here is a shaman. In fact, there are only a few of them here. I have faith in you and my abilities. I shall fight them all in order.” (Draama spirit talking)
“Excellent choice. I shall help you with whatever you decide to do right now.” (Peter’s Spirit Talking)
Draama paused after noticing that the new warrior wasn’t at her side.
“Stick with me, my warrior. I need your aid.” (Draama)
Draama then led Guinee right to the back of the armory to the one section he was told never to go. When she moved the bar holding the door, she noticed that he stopped outside.
“I will need your help putting on my armor.” (Draama)
Guinee rushed forward a step and shut the door behind him. It seemed like an ordinary weapon storeroom with several high-quality arms, but on the center pedestal, there was a black staffed spear broken in two resting on an elf silk pillow.
“Is that?” (Guinee)
The rest of his question was caught on his tongue as Draama grabbed his arm.
“I don’t have time to give a tour.” (Draama)
She then pointed at a set of steel armor.
“Be ready to put that on my body.” (Draama)
He closed his mouth as he walked over to the armor. As he removed the first leg piece and was about grab the next one, he saw her strip off her shaman gear and put on some wool and fleece drawers before stepping into a full-body chain mail suit. She then grabbed the legging piece and pointed back to the armor. It wasn’t long before the armor was disassembled from the stand and reassembled together on her. He then walked around and tightened her bindings and coverings before stepping back.
“You’re bound tightly, housemaster.” (Guinee)
Draama smirked before grabbing a sword and putting it around her waist; then she grabbed a war staff.
“Clank clank clank! The housemaster’s armor went. Clank clank clank! What did the weaklings see? Clank clank clank! The housemaster’s weapon went. Clank clank clank! The fools felt it in their skulls. Clank clank clank! The housemaster’s boots went. Clank clank clank! Up the coward’s a*s, it went.” (Singing)
Draama heard this song when she was trying to sleep after already spending several hours celebrating with her house after winning the fight to have the right to her body. Most of her opponents never stood a chance against her in a straight battle, let alone in her mother’s armor. The shamans were also barely a challenge, and she didn’t even need to use Peter during the fight. None of them were truly worth her time or energy, but she was tired right now, and she knew that there was another long day ahead of her. As she laid down on a lightly padded bed and a smooth mound of fabric for her head, she relaxed. It had been a long day so far, but she couldn’t fall asleep because something was keeping her on edge. While she was restless, a person that did the laundry came into her chambers and grabbed her basket of dirty clothes before putting them on a trolley. What surprised her the most though is that they came back in afterward, even though they have no reason to do so.
“B***h, your father shamed me right in front of my brother and my sister, then you rejected me. Woman, who do you think you are?” (???)
Draama then grabbed the flat blade under her pillow and was ready to use it, but another person suddenly entered her room as something soft hit the ground.
“Brother, what are you doing here?” (???2)
There was then a low growl.
“Guinee, what are you doing holding a sword to my neck?” (???)
Draama could then hear that some dripping started.
“I believe that means I ask the questions. Now, why are you in the housemaster’s chambers with your drawers off?” (Guinee)
Jokon sighed before responding.
“Brother, let us leave and forget this.” (Jokon)
Guinee sighed before returning his sword to its sheath.
“I love you brother, so I will this time.” (Guinee)
Peter then saw him turn his back to Jokon, and he knew that even if he warned Draama or Guinee of what was happening, they wouldn’t have time to react. He only had one option, as he took his true form the moment the knife would have entered Guinee’s back and entered his chest instead. He made this decision because his Drakan form would have no substance against someone without magic. The impact of the mass pushed Guinee though the passage and made crashed into the laundry cart. Draama then rushed forward at this moment and put a knee on Jokon’s back before getting his hands under her control. When Guinee got up after only a few seconds on the ground, he saw a human looking at his hand covered in blood before saying something in a strange tongue and falling beside the blade. Draama was watching this unfold in complete shock.
“Spirit? Spirit! You can’t be dead!” (Draama)
Guinee was confused, why would the house spirit sacrifice himself for a nobody like him? He was even the youngest of a clutch of farmers. People started gathering around them because of the commotion, then Guinee pointed at one of the onlookers.
“Bring me some bindings!” (Guinee)
He was then handed some leather lace, so Guinee helped Draama tie Jokon’s wrists.
“Take him outside and bind him to the banner poles.” (Draama)
Guinee then raised his brother to his feet and started pushing him. By then, Naleeit was pushing through the crowd with Dramix at her side to make room and to hear what happened. Dramix wasn’t the only one there though, as an armored man covered in black was on the other side.
“An honorable death. Your hesitation and uncertainty to act caused this young shaman. You should have confronted the intruder much sooner.” (Zwilander)
The black-armored knight set down his spear that looked like Zwilander against the wall before pulling the blade from the human’s chest.
“He’s a great mage to be able to pull his existence through different worlds plains at his age. He won’t die either.” (Zwilander)
After saying so, the knight pushed against the knife wound on Peter’s chest several times. After a moment, Peter started coughing up blood before waking up.
The black knight’s blood-covered hand grabbed the black spear once again before declaring.
“He will return shortly.” (Zwilander)
They then disappeared in puffs of smoke.
