All Novel Sweet
Chapter 62
Chapter 62
PART 12
Over the next ten months they engaged in simulated battles during about a quarter of their days and
nights. The rest of the time, life went on as usual: Chores, learning, training, sports, games, music,
dancing, crafting, fabricating, building, visiting, picnicking at scenic sites around the islands, hiking,
climbing, boating, enjoying one another’s companionship and love.
Valentia developed another specialty beyond magic; Mark found her to be an exceptionally promising
student of the Ranger’s skills and trade he had learned and practiced for most of his life. He taught
regular classes in the trade that were attended by a few of the other children and citizens of the colony
on an informal basis, letting the regularity of their attendance be decided by their interest. His young
human cousins were among his most regular students, but only Valentia attended every session with
him out in the forest, and the two of them often went out to the woods for more advanced study. He
knew she was the only one of his students that showed the aptitude and interest to make a career of it,
or even a second career.
His abilities as a Ranger that he’d learned at his father’s side were supplemented and dramatically
improved by the use of magic, and Valentia invented as many new techniques in this area as he did.
They also developed incredible stealth. Within six months, she was as good a Ranger as he’d been
when he was invested as a professional, and knew most of what he’d learned of it before living among
the elves. Psionic teaching methods and adding his Rangers skills to the Skills of Visinniria spell had
sped things up considerably. Valentia then suggested they take instruction from Theramin, to learn the
elven versions of the skills of caring for a forest as well as the magical horticultural aspects of it, so they
worked four hours per week with Theramin into their schedules.
Ten months after the four children joined the community war games, which was six years and eight
months after the time-bubble was cast, they spent their weekend secluded in an emplacement inside a
mountain on the north coast of Hiliani, making plans. Valentia was five, the twins had recently turned
six, and Karzog was nearing twenty-one.
After breakfast on Firstday Reggie, Helemia, and Valentia began packing provisions, readying their
armaments, and donning their armor.
“Going somewhere?” Mark inquired as he and his wives prepared to go to Yazadril’s house.
“We’re going out to play with the Sylvan kids.” Helemia replied, and she and her siblings burst out
laughing.
“I see.” Mark nodded with a smile. “I doubt you mean that you’re going on a play date with some adult
Sylvan and their dependant children, so you must mean you’re going out to play with the ones that’ve
already been thrown out of the house because they’ve become too dangerous for their parents to keep
them around. The ones about fourteen to twenty-four years old, who are already serious warriors and
wizards, who spend almost all their time killing one another in order to raise their status, reduce the
competition, and avoid being killed themselves. Those kids?”
“The very ones.” Helemia giggled.
“And what exactly are you planning?” Talia inquired.
“We’re gonna conquer ‘em.” Helemia grinned. “It’ll be fun, and besides, only one in eleven of them lives
to reach twenty-five, which is a huge waste of resources that we might need to help fight the demons.
After we conquer all the crazy young ones and stop ‘em from killing each other, we’re gonna get all the
adults together and teach them about the state of the world. They still don’t know about The Just
Alliance, or that Zarkog doesn’t rule Serminak anymore, or about the gods ending the Withdrawal, or
about the Triax, and most importantly, they don’t know that the demons are coming.”
“They deserve at least a chance to prepare to defend themselves against the demons, if it comes to
that.” Reggie stated. “And they breed extremely quickly, faster than any other humanoid race. If we
stop the kids from killing each other, there should be about a hundred thousand of them here when the
time-bubble ends, and they could help a lot against the demons. If we can convince the adults to work
with us, and we’re sure we can trust them, we’ll start training them with everything we know that they
don’t. And of course, we’ll also learn everything they can do that we can’t yet.”
“I admire the noble, practical, and adventurous nature of your endeavor, but I can’t help questioning the
wisdom of it.” Alilia stated. “There are a few thousand of them, you know.”
“Oh Mother, you are such a mother!” Valentia laughed as she skipped over and gave Alilia a kiss on the
cheek. “We won’t be in any danger and you know it! I mean sure, the oldest Sylvan here are a lot more
advanced than the Sylvan on Serminak were before they got conquered, but their young aren’t. The
older ones are only better because their god makes them stop killing each other when they get to be
twenty-five years old, so they have more time to improve. And they still don’t use any of the modern
spell techniques at all.”
“Besides, we know that if any of us actually get killed, you’ll Resurrect us.” Reggie pointed out. “And if
that happens, we’ll thank you for having done so. But please don’t interfere other than that. We want to
do this ourselves, well us three and Karzog of course.”
“We’ll take Stripe and Scout with us too.” Helemia added. “They’re great scouts, and they could use the
exercise.”
“Here.” Mark said as he held out his hand, and a Truthstone of Falgaroth appeared in it. “You’ll want
one of these. This one’s a tagging stone; just touch ‘em with it and they’ll be sworn to justice.”
“I’ll take it I guess.” Reggie said as he took it, and tucked it into a pack. “It might be useful as a last
resort if we really need it, and it doesn’t weigh much, but we don’t plan on swearing them to justice
unless we really have to.”
“Oh?” Alilia inquired.
“They don’t deserve it, so it would be an injustice to do it to ‘em.” Reggie explained. “Osbald was
justified in swearing the northern kings by force, because of the threat of impending war and the Please check at N/ôvel(D)rama.Org.
evidence that supported that. Father was justified in swearing the Serminaki because they were a
conquered enemy, and as such a legitimate threat.
“But these Sylvan haven’t done anything except run away so they could live the lifestyle of their own
choosing. They haven’t threatened anyone else except when Vanakit made a bunch of them try to kill
me and Helemia, but that was personal, it wasn’t something the rest of them or their people as a whole
wanted to do. So long as we think we can trust them to stay on Hiliani and not bother our people here, I
don’t feel right about swearing them to justice.”
“Besides, it’ll be a lot more fun this way!” Helemia laughed.
“Don’t worry, we’ll be back for lunch.” Valentia giggled.
“What, you think you’ll be done in four hours?!” Mark teased. “I mean, you’re an impressive quartet, but
that may be a little ambitious!”
“No, it’ll take at least a month, we know that.” Reggie informed him. “And we need something from you
and Mother. We’d like your legal authorization as reigning monarchs of this territory to act on your
behalf in Hilian relations with the Sylvan of Hiliani. Please?”
Mark laughed. “So you’d be what, diplomats, generals, overseers?”
“Yes, all of those, as necessary.” Reggie nodded, in the same manner Mark always did. “And for a
while, Governors. I’m pretty sure we can get it all done without killing any of them, but that’s hard to
say. If we’re not swearing them to justice, then we have to play this by their rules, which basically
means that there aren’t any. We’re not included in their god’s restrictions against killing since we’re not
Sylvan, and they’ll resist us just on general principles, just so it doesn’t look like they’re obeying us in
any way. That would reduce their status in their estimation of things. We’ll be as nice as we can, but
you know that we’ll have to force their respect or we won’t get any, so we won’t really be able to be
very nice.”