8th Ymiden, 719
following this
following this
From the start of life
To my dying day
In the dark of night
And the burning light of day
It's a Bloody Fight
]But I can't walk away
I'm prime, for the front line
Unholy war. Unholy War.
I'll try. I'll fight until I die
It's an unholy war
I see, I know, you'll always be.
I see your burning fuse
From a mile away
I took your cruel abuse
Took Away My Shame
I learned to bite the hand....
It was a few breaks after they'd administered the Zapnip Tincture and Faith was confident that they'd got all the adjustments made, too. Now, it was time for Jess to do what Faith had asked her here for. "Alright. So, the Order of the Adunih, the Isonomia members. I've also written to all the members of the noble families I know, the Iron Hand, the Volareon riders, the orphanage and school, too." Faith counted off the people she had written letters to. "We need this to flood the place, I will not have people selling it. It's openly, loudly, obnoxiously free for everyone. It's in two parts, the Zapnip tincture is taken immediately after the first part." Faith had written it all down and she made sure to do so very clearly. "You'll take care of it and stay in touch? I want it out, quickly and efficiently. Please, every minute saves lives."
Jess nodded. "I'm on it, Faith. I'll be in touch, I'll keep you updated, every step of the way." Faith breathed out and handed everything over that was needed.
She had to - she couldn't possibly do all of it and she knew, without a doubt that she needed to let this go. Then, she turned to Jimmy. "Alright, then Jimmy. You're clear what we're doing, yes? I'm going to put my mark on you, so I'll be able to know how you are. We're going to cure you of being a carrier, and then we're going to take all these memories. You won't remember any of this, but what you will remember, very clearly, is receiving these orders." Faith gestured to the piece of parchment in Carter's hands.
Faith, it had to be said, did not feel like a good person right in this moment. However, that was by the bye. She had to do what was necessary.
And so, she checked everything one last time and then, she and Carter got on with what needed to be done. After all, it would take some time and they would need to work efficiently. The two of them - Carter and she - had worked this out meticulously (to the point that he'd called her an obsessive crazy woman) and she was confident that they'd done it as fully as they could. If she ever met Alistair Venora again, Faith considered with a smile, she'd let him know. Or, in fairness, maybe not. All things considered, she wasn't feeling like they'd be likely to sit down and have a chat, these trials. Of course, she might be wrong.
It was strange, Faith considered. No one remembered Alistair except those who were Vri marked and knew him. She couldn't help but wonder if she was the only one and, here she was, standing against him. It made no sense to her that Alistair was a necromancer, it was horrifying and truly disturbing to her. He had done so much for her and she was - and would always be - so incredibly grateful to the man. She found it almost impossible to put together all the pieces she knew, but she'd had to do so. And then, there was reality in front of her and she knew that - one trial - they'd have to face it.
But this trial, she was focused on making sure that these resources were hers.