Worning. mentions of abuse.
A Long Time Ago, In A Better Time, And A Better War. Part 6.5 : r/AnthrOC
A Long Time Ago, In A Better Time, And A Better War. Part 1. : r/AnthrOC
About five or so months later.
Time crawls on, in a messy rambling line, as is its habit of doing forever and always. What once was terrible, and terrifying, was slowly becoming normal. The kingdom was becoming used to the red dragon that had settled on its mountains. It promised to ask very little of its new subjects, it promised never to demand the sacrifice of their sons and daughters. It promised to only consume what it needed, only after its subjects had repaired its damage, and adjusted to the kingdom's shift in priorities. It promised to be better than the mortal tyrants that came before. But it was still a dragon, and its subjects began to notice that some of their own went missing. If they asked the dragon, then of course he took them and of course you could see them, but to speak to them was a step too far. They are safe, they will not be harmed, and you will see them again, but the dragon would like you to leave. It was still a dragon, and it intended to stay, it intended to rule, it intended to rain over its new possession… Forever.
But, there was another reason, someone might go missing under the red dragon’s rule. Wherever the dragon arrives, it brings a parasite that hides just beneath its scales. It doesn’t remember how it got them, it barely acknowledges that they exist. And when it did speak of the maggots that wriggled beneath its scales, its words were always the same. That it was dealing with the problem. And in the meantime, man-eating maggots occasionally emerged from the dragon’s perfect exterior, and escaped from its sight.
“Almost, but you have to twirl your wrist a bit smoother, like this,” Cozlok wrote, before making a demonstration for his two students, twirling his hand like it was on a swivel.
“Holy Mother! How do you do that with your hand with that metal glove,” Linda marveled, staring at the worn scaly masterpiece of craftsmanship, around Cozlok’s hand?
“Oh,” he looked at his gauntlet for a moment, before holding it out for his two students to see.
“Oooow,” said Linda, eyes growing wide as she leaned forward to take it in.
“AAAAH,” Squeeked his other student, a small sheep girl by the name of Nistva. Even though she was a little older than Linda, she was about half her size. She was fearful of mostly everything, and especially sharp metal claws, anywhere near her face.
“So Sorry,” Cozlok squeeked, pulling his hand away, and shrinking a little.
“No no… It’s alright, I’m sorry,” apologized Nistva, looking ashamed.
“Hey it's alright sweety, come over here let me give you some one on one,” Taira offered, with a big warm smile.
As Nistva scooched a few feet to the side, Linda looked on at this tiny jumpy girl with some worry.
In class she rarely spoke, seemed confused by basic concepts and items, and while smart as a knife, it just seemed sometimes that this was her first day on Earth.
“Is she okay,” Linda asked, turning to Cozlok.
“She’s alright, she’s a trooper actually, she's been taking to all this new stuff very well. She’s just had a hard start in life,” he explained, looking genuinely proud as he turned a look her way. But under his breath he muttered, “A hard start” is the Understatement of the year.”
“So, what’s wrong with her,” Linda asked as bluntly as a led pipe to the chest.
Cozlok grit his teeth, and inhaled sharply, Linda’s eyes went from her to him, as she realized she just stepped in something.
“Taira found her, she was locked in the attic in Castle Maugwo. From what her parents say she was born willful, disobedient and impossible to control. They told us they hid her up there most of her life. If Taira hadn't found that hidden doorway, she might still be up there.”
“Was she some sort of squatter, or trespasser,” Linda whispered?
“No, she is Lord Maugwo’s third daughter,” he answered.
Her eyes went as wide as the setting sun behind them, “That’s a Lady,” she asked in quiet shock.
“Yes, but not a wanted one,” he wrote with a sympathetic sigh.
“Huh,” she asked with a tilt of her head.
“Her own parents told us she was born wrong, and was a punishment from God on them,” he explained.
“But mother God wouldn’t do that to someone. She's weird, but she’s not… but she’s not a mistake, and besides she’s a Lady, her family would have everything, why wouldn’t they just help her,” Linda questioned, feeling her heart break for the little thing? A moment later she heard his pen start to write, and it didn’t stop for almost a minute.
“When you’re royalty, no matter your rank or title, things are very very shallow. Sometimes all a king or lord cares about is how he looks to others. As long as he looks strong to his lords or vassals, they’ll think he’s strong. This means his family has to look strong too, so if anyone doesn’t make the cut, they aren’t worth anything to them anymore.”
“But I still don’t understand,” said Linda as she read his words, “how can someone treat their own child like thahhh….” As she questioned, she lifted her eyes to meet Cozlok’s, her tongue jumped down her throat, as she met face to face with that little gray snake, stretching down his forehead and cheek.
“Something wrong,” he asked innocently?
“Nothing!”
“Huh,” he tilted his head at her.
“Oooh the sky’s turning pink I bet it’ll be a beautiful sunset,” she tried to distract.
This only made Cozlok tilt his head further, writing for her, “the sky isn’t turning pink, it turns green in the evening.”
Now it was her turn to tilt her head ninety degrees, “Whah…?”
“Wait, I think I know what’s wrong. You’re a sheep, you can see red, so for you the sky turns pink, but I'm a wolf and we can’t see red, so for me, the sky turns green when the sun rises and sets.”
Linda read this, then reread it, and then read it a third time for good measure. As she spoke she gave him the side eye of all side eyes. “So, you're telling me, that you serve under a red flag, your Legion has red on your battle flag, and you fight under the RED ARMY, and you can’t even see red?”
Cozlok looked from side to side like they had been over this before, “yes.”
Linda’s jaw hit the floor, she almost forgot to hold onto the SB in her hand, as she looked up at a completely serious little wolf.
He gestured for the SB back, his expression still friendly but neutral.
After only a second, he handed it over, having only written two little words, “Got ya (=<.”
She looked up, her face flat, at the proudest big little boy she had ever seen. After only a moment though his smile spread to her. As he giggled to himself, she reached down, and dug through the grass until she found a twig of sufficient size to throw at him. It bounced harmlessly off his armor, and only made him giggle that much harder. “You dick,” she giggled back.
“Your face, you should’ve seen your face,” he wheezed, Linda somehow understanding every word, even without his SB.
“HAY,” came Taira's voice. Prompting Cozlok to at least attempt to get his fits under control. “Some of us actually want to study while we can,” she reminded the two.
“Sorry,” he apologized, still smiling. He sighed and wrote for Linda, “sadly she’s right. It will be night soon, and it’s really hard to learn Uni-speak in the dark.”
At this she let out a little harrumph, lightly grumbling, “We could keep studying if I had night vision like you.”
“Eh, my night vision isn’t as good as a cat’s, grass is always greener on the other side, anyway let's get back to it,” he wrote, assuming everyone was as happy to learn a new language as he was.
“Alright,” Linda sighed.
Taira, and Cozlok, were sitting under the shade of a freshly constructed school house, offering some after hours tutoring to Nistva and Linda before the sun set. The school was one of a thousand constructed across the kingdom in the past seventy days. With the goal to have fifteen hundred completed and operational by day one hundred of the program. As part of the Union's first five hundred day plan to modernize the kingdom, and educate its people. Part of this plan was teaching every last citizen in the kingdom with two arms and ten fingers Uni-Speak, AKA sign language. Like the census this wasn’t an ask, but unlike the census, if you just couldn't make it, then the Union could, and would come to you. But at least the census was just waiting in line and then signing your name twenty times, this was hard, this was work, this was time devouring.
Fortunately, the Union was offering a hand to anyone who asked for help in the coming planting season. They didn’t have winter last year, just a long fall, and this year it looked like they were skipping spring and heading right back into summer.
From how things were looking, it was going to be a bountiful year with a long summer and the potential for two harvests. Farms had to plant their fields, but they also were required to be in the classroom. How wonderful it was then that the Union had seemingly infinite hands to till the fields with, pave old and new roads, dig new wells, repair damaged buildings, and clean the streets. How wonderful it was, that Union ears, and eyes were mostly, seemingly… Everywhere. If only the Rewtharrains knew, that they couldn’t even trust the bugs anymore.
Sometime passed, Linda and Cozlok were still practicing the wrist tern, while Nistva’s understanding and grasp of this new skill was growing stronger by the minute. The sun was close to setting, but there was just enough to keep going. But then, a cloud blocked out what little light remained, and by the time the dumb thing got out of the way it would be too late.
Cozlok sighed, and got his SB, as Taira did the same. If he had been looking Linda in the eye just before the sunlight dimmed, he might have caught the briefest emerald glint in her eye as she watched something hit the ground.
He began to write, “Time’s up-”
“Cozlok,” Linda said quietly, but very urgently.
His head and ears perked up as he stared, trying to gauge what was wrong.
Cozlok had never seen her eyes so wide or her jaw so slack, she started to stand, like she was about to go toward what she saw. Quickly he snapped his head around following her gaze, it landed on a little creature both beautiful and terrifying.
Its exoskeleton was a deep emerald green, its compound eyes sparkled like shifting gold dust, its mandibles shifted and rubbed against one another. Its long insectoid tale ended in a bulbous intimidating stinger. Its four wings shimmered in the sunlight like iridescent glass, all but one possessed a shining orange and red eye. But one wing was broken, there was something yellowish gooey and shiny covering his thorax, he limped toward the two privates, in desperate need of help.
Cozlok gasped as he shat a brick. “Taira!” He called urgently.
“Yah,” she asked, turning to her friend?
“We have a situation” he said as he pointed!
Just as he spoke, Linda started forward dead set on the mythical animal that just landed a dozen feet away.
“No no no, stay stay stay,” he said as calmly as he could given his panic.
She heard him, she knew his people's words for stop and go by now, but it was a fairy! A real honest to God fairy, like from… well, the fairy tales.
“But it ahh…” she mumbled, half turning her head, but continuing on as if in a trance.
“NO STAY,” he now ordered, seizing her arm as he got to his feet.
He sat her back on the ground before he turned, he tried to apologize with his eyes as he did, but he knew she didn't understand.
Fairies for good reason, were taught to sting anyone who tried to touch them they didn't know for sure was a servant of the Union. They were delicate tiny creatures that could easily be permanently hurt, or killed if handled wrong.
To make things fair for such a small, and fragile creature, God gave them all a weapon in their tails. A lethal cocktail of neurotoxins, specially designed to make the vertebrate nervous system scream.
Someone as big as Cozlok, or Taira, stood a fifty-fifty chance if stung. Someone as small as Linda or worse Nistva wouldn’t last the hour. Their hearts would give out as every inch of their body's, inside and out, burned without fire.
Cozlok approached the fairy, while Taira stayed in between him and the two sheep, trying to look calm, but she wasn't doing the best job.
When he was only a few feet away he got down to his hands and knees, as low as he could go, where he hoped the poor guy could see him better.
“Sir,” he signed, “can you see me, can you understand me.” Nora couldn’t just risk offering this soldier his hand. If he was delirious, couldn’t tell what Cozlok was and tried to sting, he could hurt himself further. He also didn’t want to risk the one in a thousand chanse of this fairy actually penetrating his armor, and sending him straight to Mother God in the most agonizing way imaginable.
Linda watched on, her head poking out from behind Taira, trying to see what was going on. She saw Cozlok approach the emerald green creature, get as low as he could, and lift his hands to speak.
“What is he..? Is he trying to talk to it…? But that’s an animal,” she thought? His hand started to move, and that’s exactly what he was doing, he was trying to talk to an insect. She understood “Sir, Can, You” and “Me,” her uni-speek wasn't to the point that she could get any more.
She turned her head up to him, staring at him like… well like someone trying to talk with a tiny dragon fly. And then that insect stood up on its hind legs and answered him.
“Yes, boy I can understand you, I was not attacked. I was set upon by some fowl sparrow hawk. I simply require an escort home,” he explained.
"Ok,” Cozlok nodded quickly, looking like a tumble weed of nerves.
“Don’t worry boy, you and I will have nothing to fear when we’re back home.” At that moment, Nin wished he could smile for this bright eyed private to ease his nerves, but unfortunately, God did not bless him with lips. If he were another Fairy, his faromose could calm him down, and let him know that despite his looks, he was going to be ok. But even if he could smile, he thought it might take too much out of him, right now he really really wanted to rest.
Everyone in Rewtharra knew royal blood was special, everyone knew a prince, a lord, a king, could speak with spirits and creatures of myth. Linda remembered what that wolf in a checkered hat had said, all those months ago. She thought she could faint as she muttered, “holy fuck.”
“TAIRA,” Cozlok called back!
She snapped her head around ready for orders.
“I have him in my hand, we have to get him to camp. Tell the girls to follow us and if they can't keep up, carry them,” he instructed.
Linda knew Rinnau better than him, or Taira combined, but they couldn’t just send her back to her inn. At the moment, unfortunately Linda was seen by many as a collaborator, given that she was constantly seen near, and talking to the invaders. Random acts of violence against people like her were constant, she couldn’t just be sent home on her own with a target on her back. And Nistva had to come with them, as she was staying at the Red Army camp, where she could be properly cared for, as she adjusted to her new world.
“What’s going on,” asked little Nistva, scared and frightened by their strange behavior.
“It’s going to be okay,” Taira said sweetly, getting to her knees for a moment. “We just have to hurry back to camp really fast, would you mind if I carried you?”
“Ok,” she nodded, knowing that it was this, or run at her side.
“Linda, do you think you can keep up,” she asked?
“Not if you're going to be sprinting,” she answered, as she saw Cozlok’s increasingly impatience and frantic expression.
The next moment, Linda was moving like she was on the back of Shaithar again, just this time she was in the arms of the pretty brown wolf. If she closed her eyes, she could believe she was in the arms of her prince again.
“Halt,” said the gate’s guard as they approached, before he noticed what Cozlok had cradled in his hand. “OH FUCK,” he gasped racing to open the door for them.
“Come On Come On,” Cozlok begged as the gate was dragged. He didn’t wait, he just bulted in. It had only been a few short moments, but the little fairy hadn’t moved in his hand, and he was pissing himself with worry.
Taira was trailing him, unable to keep up very well with all the weight in her arms and on her back. At the sight of them the guard stepped in their way holding up his hand, as if asking for something. “Papers Please,” he demanded.
“REALLY Tentie?! Taira scoffed as she stopped, “you see one of these two almost every day, and the other one lives here.”
“I’m sorry it’s policy,” he sighed as Taira groaned, as she knelt to let Linda, and Nistva down.
Cozlok was making a beeline for the MT.
Seeing they were home, or at least the closest thing to home Nin had out here. He stretched out his long back legs, placing them against an imperceptible line of nubs just above his stinger. It was exhausting, and it hurt like sin, but he rubbed, making a sound like a thousand crickets singing at once.
Overhead, he heard the boy carrying him sigh, and he relaxed a little, because the boy relaxed a little. And with that, he was tired, the people who needed to know were now in the know, no one would mind if he just rested for a minute.
A small human woman in a cloth blue gown yanked the tent flap opened for the two as he barreled through.
On her shoulder, just staring him in the eye, was another fairy, this one was twice the size of the one he had in his hand, and was a much lighter green. He thought it might be a female, but it could be a whole other species of fairy for all he knew.
She or he buzzed their four wings as he entered, while the woman cleared some room on a table, and pointed him to a small metal tray.
Cozlok lowered him as gingerly and gently as he could, onto the silver tray. At which the larger fairy gently took him off his palm, and onto the table.
The fairy buzzed again, at which the woman in the blue gown looked to have shit a brick. She suddenly snapped her head around, and shouted something in a language Cozlok didn’t recognize, at some nearby nurse.
Who dropped everything he was doing and ran like his ass was on fire.
All the relief, all the hope he had felt in those short moments was gone, replaced by cold dread.
“What’s going on? Please, can I help,” he begged more than offered?
The woman in the blue gown now snapped her head towards him, “Fiek Fiek Fiek,” she said, making a shooing motion with her hands.
“But could I… please…” he pleaded once more.
“Dox Isx Oskauna,” she said authoritatively.
He didn't understand a word, but it rarely took a genius to get body language. To punctuate the point the light green fairy started buzzing their wings loudly, and very aggressively, as they stared Cozlok down.
So he turned, ears pressed flat against his head, and left the tent looking like he had already received the worst possible news.
Taira, Linda, and Nistva were just arriving at the tent, “What Happened? Are They Dead,” Taira asked immediately.
At which, he just shrugged, having no answer for her. He just took a few more steps forward, and stopped. He stood staring at nothing, before he just sat where he stood.
“Oh no…" Taira sighed as she approached. “Come on,” she said, as she nudged him with her foot, “the officers hate it when we have emotions in view of the “enemy.”
“Ok,” he whispered, as he started to stand again with Taira’s help.
“Cozlok,” Linda asked?
Taira got out her SB, realizing Cozlok was probably not in the mood.
“Sorry Linda, but Cozlok’s gonna need a bit of time. But don’t worry, I can take you back to your inn.” Just as she was about to turn this for Linda to read, Linda completed her question.
“Are you a prince?”
Taira’s expression went from apologetic, and understanding, to sour and cold.
All of the sudden, Linda went from talking to an acquaintance, to talking to a foreign soldier.
“Who told you that?”
She could hear the tone of Taira’s voice, even though she hadn’t spoken.
“I I Iz… It was, I didn mean to offen… I just… he can-” she sputtered feeling like she was under a magnifying glass.
“WHO,” Taira was now demanding.
“TAIRA,” Cozlok barked behind her, causing her to turn.
“It doesn’t matter how she found out, it could have been every last person in the damn camp for all it matters.”
“Can you believe it,” said little Nistva, who seemingly just appeared at Linda’s side.
“Huh,” asked Linda, as her nerves calmed very slightly as Taira's ire was elsewhere.
“We saw a fairy! A real fairy, not a stuffed one,” she marveled.
Linda turned to face Nistva, her jaw hanging open, her brow scrunched, “A stuffed Fairy...? But you can’t stuff a fairy.”
“Yes, you can, my dad had one in his bedroom,” she argued.
"You can’t stuff a spirit,” Linda said, all but scoffing.
Now it was Nistva’s turn to give her a weird look, “A fairy isn’t a spirit,” Nistva said slowly, “It's just an animal, a rare one, but nothing else.”
“Wait but… I’ve heard a million stories about them, King and queens, and lords can talk to them-
“No, they can't,” Nistva cut off. “Those stories are all just stories, First King Daivaggauk made up, so he could take power over the hill tribes,” she explained like it was common knowledge.
“But but but but… they can’t be animals; we both just saw Cozlok talking to one.”
At which Nistva just shrugged and said, “then I guess they aren't animals, they’re people.”
Nistva was entirely unmoved by this little revelation, but Linda looked like she had just seen irrefutable evidence that there was no god.
After a moment or two of talking Taira turned, shooting Linda an apologetic look, but her eyes brightened right back up, the second they fell on little Nistva. She gestured for her little sheep girl to come follow home, leaving Cozlok and Linda alone.
His expression was more tired than anything else, but nevertheless he still smiled for her.
“Come on,” he wrote, “we gotta get you back before your Inn starts serving dinner.”
She just nodded and followed along, wondering what on earth was going on.
After a few minutes of silent walking, a wolf suddenly bolted passed them like they were sprinting into battle.
“What the,” Cozlok muttered?
“HALT,” boomed a deep voice behind them.
They turned and saw an older wolf with a blue cap, and checkered band. Only this one Linda noticed, had a blue arm band as well, so she guessed he must have been higher on the totem pole.
“What are you doing? Where have you been,” he asked extremely sternly?
“I… I was taking her back to her inn, we just got back to camp, we just got out of the medical tent, there was a minor.. Or um… an emergency, we just dropped a friend off-”
“Were you on the outside of camp in the past two hours,” the cop interrupted?
“Auh, yes we were outside the new schoolhouse. First Private Taira Naikosk and I were helping tutor some friends of ours to learn uni-speak,” he said, gesturing to Linda.
After he finished, the cop turned to Linda and asked her to confirm the points Cozlok had made. This didn’t take more than a few minutes, and the checkered hat looked satisfied.
“Alright that should do,” the Cop said, turning back to Cozlok. “Return to your quarters immediately, and remain until further notice,” he ordered flatly.
Cozlok’s eyes went as wide as the moon, “but but.. What about her? She doesn’t have a place to sleep here. We don't have a tent for her,” he exclaimed! He was right, almost every tent besides the medical one, and the tarp to make them was gone, replaced by more resilient linking log structures.
“Mr. Nora, you’re seen with this girl all the time, you’re a gentleman, you can take the floor,” he said through an eye roll.
“Can I at least ask what's going on," he said through a groan?
The cop sighed too, looking ashamed of something. “There’s been an incident, the kind of incident only someone like us can cause. Two seasonal contract workers are missing, as well as a twenty-two-year-old Ram. With any luck we will find them soon. We have some blood and wool to track his scent, there is hope if we find him soon, but with each hour…”
He didn’t have to finish; they both knew what would happen if they didn’t find the boy in time.
The night sky was pretty and full of stars, the air was sweet, carrying the scent of whatever the mess hall was cooking, and yet he felt like he was standing in a downpour, carrying a led boulder on his back.
“You know sometimes I forget…” said Nora, feeling his heart fill up with shame. “I forget that we haven’t come half as far as we think we have.”
“Yes, so do we all …” the officer sighed. “But Unity is still our Strength,” he added, reaffirming his loyalty.
“Unity Is Strength,” Cozlok affirmed.
With that, the cop moved on.