Heavy Lies the Crown
by Ticklesivory
Title: Heavy Lies the Crown
Author: Ticklesivory
Archive: MA, tickles-fic LJ
Category: Q/O (mermen)
Warnings: Violence, m/m hanky panky, adult situations and language...the usual
Spoilers: Far too AU for that
Summary: Qui-Tan and Obi-Wan make their way to the Veri and discover it is everything they've dreamed about...or is it? This is the sequel to "Souls of the Sea."
Feedback: Would be great
Thanks: To Pronker for help once again.
Disclaimer: The usual
Artwork for this story may be found on my LJ or in the MA Yahoo Group.
Chapter One
"Are you sure you want me to do this?"
Hesitance affected Obi-Wan's voice as well as his actions, the sharpened blade of Qui-Tan's spear held in his hand, motionless somewhere close to the older merman's temple.
"It won't hurt me, I promise." Qui-Tan joked. They had already discussed this. It was just hair, it would grow back, although Qui-Tan would never let it get as long as it had been. A lengthy mane and beard were evidence of his previous life, and from hereafter, he no longer wished to be associated with the Suuri or the title he had given up. "Or are you too attached to let it go?"
"Actually, yes," was Obi-Wan's cautious reply, causing Qui-Tan to search out his face for explanation. "It's just that...this is going to sound silly, but I love feeling it drift around me, you know, when we make love."
"Is that so?" Qui-Tan wondered how much longer it would be before his mate stopped blushing whenever they spoke of intimate matters. He hoped never. Pink was such a complimentary color on him.
"Yes," Obi-Wan admitted. "I won't miss the beard. Sometimes it scratches, but I do adore the hair."
A mental sigh passed between them, Qui-Tan's from frustration, and Obi-Wan's from pure sentiment, as one last time, he allowed the long brown and silver locks to flow through his webbed digits.
"Very well," Qui-Tan compromised, "stop at the nape, but not much longer. No other merman wears their hair past that."
The endearing smile which lit Obi-Wan's face almost made Qui-Tan forget about having his hair trimmed. Instead, he wished to forget the whole matter and throw Obi-Wan down onto the padded kioret inside the home they had created in the Veri.
Here, he and Obi-Wan had discovered a great sea wall thriving with exotic plants and creatures, some of which they had never laid eyes on before and did not know the names of. Along the wall, they found a line of caverns of different sizes. Further inspection revealed that above the wall, the reef continued skyward and overlooked the ocean. At its top were trees, the darkest shade of green, numbering in the hundreds. Obi-Wan had already begun a collection of their shed leaves.
Indeed, the Veri was all they had dreamed of, and more.
It was in a sizable cavern at the base of the sea wall they had decided to call home. Their only possession so far was an abandoned hinged kioret which they lined with woven brown porphyra. Qui-Tan realized it would take time to accumulate the things he had grown accustomed to, but he was looking forward to acquiring them with Obi-Wan.
Qui-Tan smiled as he watched a long lock of his hair float away and be caught up in the current of the Veri -- something else he and Obi-Wan would have to get used to.
They both enjoyed the cooler waters and endless variety of colors, but found that along with the benefits came a drawback. The sea currents here were much stronger than back in the Suuri, the principal one located just a few meters from their home. It was navigable, but getting caught in it could weaken a merman's tail strength quickly. Even that, however, was no true danger. Since crossing into the Veri, Qui-Tan had yet seen anything he would consider a menace. Especially, a Ryk. He knew the ferocious beasts preferred warmer waters and was looking forward to explorations free of the risk of having one's tail bitten off -- a pleasure he'd already experienced and had no desire to repeat.
Qui-Tan was quickly falling in love with the Veri, but what was most important to him was Obi-Wan's happiness. The younger merman seemed quite pleased -- most of the time. His beloved wasn't so much so at the moment, though, as another lock of Qui-Tan's hair floated away.
After Obi-Wan announced he was finished destroying his mane, the younger merman moved to Qui-Tan's face, choosing the smaller spear he carried. The gel from a Chondrus plant Obi-Wan had gathered helped ease the scrape of the blade across Qui-Tan's jaw, and in no time, the task was complete. Qui-Tan reached up and eased his hand across smooth skin. It had been many rotations since he had shaved.
Observing Obi-Wan's expression, Qui-Tan couldn't tell if his lover was pleased or not. The merman was displaying a somewhat odd look, but soon Obi-Wan's cheek brushed against Qui-Tan's in the most delectable manner, and then their lips met. Free of the whiskers of his beard, the sensations were doubled -- a benefit he hadn't previously thought of.
"I like it," Obi-Wan purred, once again caressing Qui-Tan's face with his stubble-free cheek, igniting a spark of desire in Qui-Tan's belly and filling his head with lustful thoughts, until he heard a growl of protest coming from his beloved's middle.
"Hungry?"
"Famished, actually."
"Let's go gather our meal."
The sea wall offered a plethora of edible plants and fungi, making up the most colorful dishes. After only residing here four cycles, they had already chosen their favorites, but were not opposed to trying new things. Obi-Wan was the most creative and inevitably tempted Qui-Tan's palate with plants he had never imagined eating before.
As usual, the younger merman soon distanced himself, seeking out these hidden treasures.
"Don't get too far," Qui-Tan warned. "You don't have your spear."
"Yes, mother," Obi-Wan joked back just before he disappeared around the curve of the wall.
Qui-Tan watched him go, a feeling of dread suddenly overtaking him, but he quickly scolded himself and brushed the worry away. Obi-Wan was not a podling and could look after himself.
Obi-Wan stopped searching for he and Qui-Tan's next meal long enough to enjoy the gorgeous scenery before him. The sun's rays had pierced through the crystal waters and were lighting upon a collection of orange and blue menons, their billowing bodies rhythmically flowing along with the current. Attached to the wall beside them were green and white striped nesps feeding upon a plant Obi-Wan didn't recognize. It was similar to the sargassum in Suuri, but more porous and and a much brighter yellow.
In fact, everything here was brighter, far more vibrant than any place he had ever been. Obi-Wan assumed it must be the cooler waters that made the hues seem more brilliant, or maybe it was his own happiness clearing his vision.
Whatever it was made him want to giddily twirl round the waters until he became dizzy, but his empty stomach reminded him there was a task to be performed and he refocused his attention.
Into his arms went pink Nereosis with its tangy and tart flavor, and to compliment that, Obi-Wan gathered lavender Fucus, a thick, frilled plant with a full, robust taste. A few sienets added, and the dish would be complete.
Obi-Wan spied some of the spongy treats growing inside a large crevice along the sea wall and reached his hand in to pluck them, immediately jerking it back out.
It felt as if something had grabbed him. Something with fingers.
Obi-Wan carefully peered inside the wide gap, dropping his gathered meal when a face appeared on the other side. Two large eyes peered out at him from the shadows -- dark, round eyes partially obscured by a fringe of black hair.
Cautiously, Obi-Wan eased forward, losing sight of the face, but catching a glimpse of a bright green tail. He called out into the darkness, doubting his own sanity before pursuing the vision. "Xan!"
Chapter Two
Shadows had taken over the face of the deep as Qui-Tan loitered in the cavern entry, his face etched with worry. Obi-Wan should've returned by now. Where had he gone? Usually, the younger merman would disappear for a short while, only to come home with his arms filled with samples of new delicacies to taste. Never before had he been gone this long.
Qui-Tan was anxious, deciding he had waited long enough. He strapped on his shield, grabbed his Blade of Battle and swam out to where he had last seen Obi-Wan.
He followed the curve of the sea wall, glancing to see it stretch far beyond his natural sight. If Obi-Wan had gotten distracted, there was no telling how far he'd gone.
Perhaps, he'd strayed from the wall and made a detour back home, but that made no sense. There was very little algerian food in the open waters. No, he had to have followed the reef, Qui-Tan decided, continuing on at a slow but determined pace, until noticing a pile of abandoned Nereosis and Fucus upon the ocean floor -- two of Obi-Wan's favorite foods. Above the discovery was a gap in the sea wall large enough to admit a merfolk about the size of Obi-Wan, but not him. Qui-Tan would have to continue along the wall, searching for another entry.
His heart rate increased with trepidation, but quickened considerably when he spied a lone merman floating in the distance. From Qui-Tan's viewpoint, the stranger seemed familiar somehow, but it wasn't until a shaft of light passed across his tail and over his hair when Qui-Tan realized whom he was reminded of: Obi-Wan's past love from Van Mer, the one the Veden Council had put to death.
But that was impossible. He had supervised the transfer of the body back to the Mer himself.
Convinced something else was going on, Qui-Tan approached the Xan look-alike, only to be involved in a speedy pursuit. At one point, he closed in on the merman, noticing the dark hair was indeed green, not black, and that there were spikes along his arms and fins - which reassured him this was not Xan. This was a species of merfolk he had never encountered before.
Not knowing what to expect, but curious all the same, Qui-Tan continued his pursuit, nearly able to reach out and touch the merman's tail when suddenly the green-haired creature ducked behind the wall and disappeared into another narrow crevice. Breathing heavily, Qui-Tan peered into the darkness, suddenly overcome with a feeling of dread.
He twisted round to find himself surrounded by the most odd-looking merfolk he had ever seen. There were at least a dozen of them, all different colors, though predominantly red, blue or green. What was most outstanding, however, were their shoulders and heads. Protruding from these areas, varying in number and size, were long spikes in rows up their arms, across their scalps, and even at the tips of their lateral and dorsal fins.
None of them had hair, except for the one Qui-Tan had been chasing, who now approached Qui-Tan deliberately, eyeing him in a most predatory-like manner. "Don es eska vasi."
"Nen, su es eska! Obi-Wan, es eska tun otau!"
The largest of the group, a reddish male with the most numerous head spikes responded to the green-haired merman. Qui-Tan assumed he was a leader of some sort, and although he was quite intimidating, he stared hard into his orange eyes. "Obi-Wan. You said Obi-Wan. Have you seen him? A merman about this one's size," Qui-Tan motioned to the green-tail beside him. "Do you know where he is?"
Intimidating was a hardly a descriptive enough word, Qui-Tan decided as the red-tail swept up to him and took away his spear. Upon closer inspection, the large merman's body was covered with some sort of skin art, which appeared to have been created beneath the outer layer. The orange eyes glared at him, and in response, Qui-Tan stretched out his tail, matching his opponent's height exactly.
"Olta eska en tan vasi. Nen su somato buyuk."
"My brother says you are old, but you are big, and obviously a warrior."
Qui-Tan was surprised by the soft, rich voice which spoke to him from his left. He turned his head to look into light-green eyes partially hidden behind a fringe of dark hair - the speedy merman he had been chasing. "You speak Suuri? Good," he exclaimed, frantic to find his mate. "Perhaps you can help me. I'm looking for a merman. His name is Obi-Wan. He's about your size, with a silver tail."
"We know him. He has spoken truth to us. You are Qui-Tan of Suuri Veden?"
"Yes," Qui-Tan replied calmly. The best thing he could do right now would be to cooperate. He had bested one Ryk, but he wasn't sure how successful he would be with this group, especially with his weapon confiscated. Besides, they obviously knew where Obi-Wan was and hopefully, they were going to lead Qui-Tan to him. "I am Qui-Tan. And you are?" Surely, introductions wouldn't be out of line, would they?
"I am Daco," the green-tailed speaker replied before pointing to the largest red-tail. "This is my brother, Kotu, the leader of the Verians." Daco then pointed to another powerfully built merman, this one with blue skin and tail and just a few head spikes. "And this is my other brother, Orta. We are of the Savasi clan and control the Veri. If it weren't for Obi-Wan, you would be dead by now. We do not allow trespassers."
"I thank you for your kind indulgence," Qui-Tan admitted with a quick bow of respect, "but would you mind taking me to Obi-Wan? I'm worried about him."
A few words were spoken between the Verians before Qui-Tan was persuaded to follow the group. Not follow, exactly. He was strategically placed in the middle of the pack, surrounded on each side by warriors, each carrying some type of glow stick. He silently swam along with them, ascending nearly to the surface before entering into a wide opening in the reef.
He wasn't sure what he'd been expecting. Perhaps they were holding Obi-Wan hostage or were using him for some type of malicious sport, but Qui-Tan wasn't remotely anticipating what he saw.
Against the far wall of the cavern, plainly decorated with simple stone formations serving as seats and tables, lounged Obi-Wan in a relaxed posture upon a padded and etched stone, being hand-fed strips of Kombu, his tail and fin being cleaned and massaged by four female Verians.
Daco explained. "We have been waiting for a sign. Prophecy speaks of a bright, young warrior with a glittering tail -- the Kova Ningas, Ruler of the Veri -- the one who will deliver us from our enemies."
Qui-Tan was stunned, gawking at the ironic scene before him, overwhelmed by Daco's words.
Prophecy? Obi-Wan was the new King of the Veri? Amazing! Impossible!
Wait....what enemies?
Chapter Three
The maids were promptly excused the moment Obi-Wan saw Qui-Tan hovering in the cavern entrance, but even though the young merman seemed excited to see him, Qui-Tan was disappointed when his lover stopped just short of flinging himself into his arms. It would have been a relief to feel Obi-Wan beneath his hands, to ensure his lover was safe, although he seemed secure, as well as quite giddy despite Qui-Tan's prior worry.
"Qui-Tan! I'm so glad they found you. You won't believe how kind these merfolk are! I've been treated with nothing but generosity and respect. Come, come relax. The Kombu is delicious."
Surely, Obi-Wan wasn't this naive. True, at times, he seemed like a podling in the way he reacted so enthusiastically about new things, like now, but that was one of the quirks Qui-Tan loved about him. He was hopelessly optimistic, which made Qui-Tan believe opposites did attract. He considered himself a realist, but owed that to having experienced a longer life than Obi-Wan. His lover was young and other than losing his friend, Xan, Qui-Tan doubted he had experienced very much tragedy. Qui-Tan hoped he could protect his mate from any future trouble, though he doubted he could or even should. At some point, Obi-Wan would have to learn some difficult lessons in order to grow.
"Obi-Wan, perhaps we shouldn't take advantage of the Verian's hospitality." Qui-Tan balked as Obi-Wan pulled on his hand, refusing to follow. He had to let his mate know what the Verian's intentions were, as they obviously hadn't shared them with Obi-Wan yet. "I haven't been invited."
"Don't be silly. You were expected. I told them all about you."
"What exactly did you say?" Qui-Tan asked, curious about the distance Obi-Wan was keeping between them.
Obi-Wan smiled innocently up at him. "That you're my friend from the Suuri," he answered, dragging Qui-Tan to a row of stone seats, curling his tail down upon one. Kotu, Orta, and Daco soon joined them, Kotu brushing away the maids who floated nearby, ready to serve them. Qui-Tan took the opportunity to glance around. Gathered all about them were small groups of Verians, some mermen and some maids having quiet discussions, but none of the couples he saw together were of the same sex. Maybe Obi-Wan wasn't so oblivious after all.
Words were exchanged between the brothers before Daco turned his attention back to his guests.
"The prophecy did not mention another, but we welcome your assistance all the same, Qui-Tan of the Suuri."
Obi-Wan continued to smile, obviously pleased with his discovery of new friends, however at the mention of the word "prophecy," Qui-Tan noticed a lapse in his serenity.
"Prophecy...what prophecy?" Obi-Wan questioned, looking directly at Daco.
"That a silver-tailed warrior would deliver the Verians from our enemies."
"Enemies...what enemies?" Obi-Wan once again repeated, and Qui-Tan leaned forward, drawing the Verians' focus upon him rather than his guileless companion.
"You mentioned that before. Who are your enemies, Daco?"
"They are not merfolk and are extremely dangerous, I'm afraid."
Qui-Tan was intrigued. He and Obi-Wan had yet seen anything in the Veri that looked dangerous, other than the Verians themselves,
"We call them denna derai. I believe in the Suuri, they are referred to as lohika."
"Sea dragons?" Obi-Wan once more entered into the conversation, sweeping his tail from off the side of the bench. "Why, they're cute little things! When I was a podling, I used to keep them as pets."
Qui-Tan was thinking along the same lines until Daco cocked his head in confusion and rose from his place. "Follow me."
"Not quite what I was thinking." Obi-Wan bluntly stated as he and the others stared up against the cavern wall. The brothers had led them deep inside their home into some type of historical archive. But instead of their history being transcribed onto scrolls, it was etched upon the walls -- every wall, in detailed and very impressive drawings.
"Me either." Qui-Tan admitted softly. He was overwhelmed by the enormity of the artwork he was observing. The beast depicted upon the wall in front of them was as long as the largest Bangini he had ever seen, but much more ferocious looking with long, jagged teeth and claws the length of his arm. "Is this the actual size?" he questioned Daco.
"I'm afraid so," was the answer Qui-Tan did not wish to hear.
"How many of them are there?"
Daco informed his brothers of their conversation before answering Obi-Wan's question. "The last cool season, there were five: one male and four females. They come here to lay their eggs."
Qui-Tan and Obi-Wan exchanged looks. They were obviously thinking the same thing, though Obi-Wan was the first to speak. "Why do you stay here?"
"The Sevasi Clan has ruled the Veri for generations. This is our home. Our history is recorded upon these walls. We cannot leave."
Obi-wan was not deterred. "Then, why don't you confiscate the hatchlings while they're young and get rid of them?"
"Because," Daco responded patiently, leading them back to the main chamber as he spoke, "the father protects the nest. The hatchlings are escorted out of the Veri by the mothers as soon as the waters turn warm again."
First of all, Qui-Tan couldn't imagine the waters getting any colder, but he also couldn't imagine why the Verians couldn't hide from the lohika until the danger had passed.
Daco was obviously intelligent and answered Qui-Tan's next question even before he had asked while taking his prior seat, the others following his example. "The derai seek out the weakest of our kind and destroy them. Their long necks can reach into the deepest caves. There's nowhere for us to hide. We battle them every season, but our casualities are always high. Thank the gods you are here, Obi-Wan. Finally, the Kova Ningas has come to save us."
"About that..." Obi-Wan nervously leaned forward, his fidgeting fingers settled by the weight of Qui-Tan's hand.
Seeing that Daco's attention was quickly directed to the somewhat intimate gesture, Qui-Tan immediately removed his touch, once again placing his hands on his own tail.
Daco's eyes darted back and forth between them and Qui-Tan's heart rate increased. The Verian suspected something, although his brothers seemed unconcerned.
"The Kova Ningas will find a way to free us or he will die."
Daco's statement was clearly spoken with no misunderstanding possible. Qui-Tan could see the apprehension on Obi-Wan's face and feel the rush of anxiety through his own body. Daco, however, appeared calm and even smiled as he casually brushed back the fringe of hair covering his eyes. "Your Majesty," Daco spoke directly to Obi-Wan. "Let me show you where you and your friend can get some rest."
Chapter Four
Confusion, betrayal, anger: These were all emotions Obi-Wan was not necessarily used to, but was currently experiencing, and all at the same time. It was a bit overwhelming.
He'd been tricked! Convinced the Verians wanted nothing more from him than friendship, when all along they looked to him as the answer to their prayers? A warrior to free them from sea dragons? They were insane! Especially that green one: Daco.
How stupid was he to think for a second he'd seen Xan!
The worst feeling of all though, was that he had not only fallen for the Verians' ploy, but he had endangered Qui-Tan's life as well. That was the second time he'd done that, but damnit, it would be the last! He would figure out a way to get them both out of this mess and prove to Qui-Tan he was not some helpless, naive young mercubine from the backwaters of Van Mer.
Daco had taken them both to a small cavern adjoining the main chamber. It was comfortable enough with its padded benches and seats, but not exactly what Obi-Wan expected the new Ruler of the Veri would be offered. Qui-Tan didn't seem to mind, however, and was insistent upon showing his most friendliest manners to their host. Obi-Wan wasn't sure why. Weren't they being held against their will? Hadn't he been lied to? Manipulated? Yes, he had! And therefore, Obi-Wan wasn't about to be friendly with Daco. Not any more.
"Tell me why you are different from your brothers," Qui-Tan asked as Daco swam out of the chamber.
There was a pause after the green-tailed merman turned, as if he were unsure if he should answer the question or not. "I'm half Etelan. My mother was traded from Etela. She was of royal blood," Daco announced proudly, his chin lifting.
Obi-Wan was miffed. "Traded? You mean to say the Verians deal in merfolk?"
"We are always interested in obtaining new and exotic breeding females."
"Hold on."
Qui-Tan held back Obi-Wan's aggressive advance with a raised hand while maintaining his own serenity. "What do you trade with?"
"Tuli kitet. Fire crystals."
"Fire crystals," Qui-Tan repeated. "Those are rare and a very unstable substance."
"We've used them as a lighting source for many rotations," Daco explained, "but I believe the Etelans have a different interest in them."
"What sort of interest?" Qui-Tan questioned with the reply this time being an innocent smile and a change of subject.
"I hope you'll enjoy your stay. One of the maids will be in shortly to deliver your late meal."
Qui-Tan and Obi-Wan were silent as they watched Daco leave, but as soon as the Verian had gone, Obi-Wan spun on his lover. "How can you be so considerate of their feelings? You heard him, they trade in merfolk! How more barbaric can they be!"
"Obi-Wan," Qui-Tan consoled quietly, soothing Obi-Wan's temper, "I didn't say I agreed with their traditions, but arguing with them is not going to get us anywhere. We need to find out who we're dealing with. Perhaps, we can figure out a way to bargain with them for our release."
He was right, and once again, Obi-Wan had made a fool of himself. When was he ever going to learn to control his thoughts and actions?
"I'm just extremely pleased you weren't harmed." Qui-Tan reached out, humbling Obi-Wan with his devotion. He didn't deserve such as merman.
Obi-Wan gratefully went into the open embrace, holding onto the big body fiercely. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean for this to happen."
"I know you didn't," Qui-Tan continued to soothe Obi-Wan's frazzled nerves with a combination of his voice and gentle caresses along his lower back.
"How?" Obi-Wan asked, pulling his head away from Qui-Tan's broad chest and searching out the merman's blue gaze. "How can you always so easily forgive me?"
"When you love someone, it's not that difficult."
Obi-Wan pressed upward seeking out Qui-Tan's mouth with his own. He might not deserve him, but was definitely in love with him, and was determined to prove just how much. Obi-Wan's kiss moved from lips to ear, cheek to neck, onto Qui-Tan's chest, nipples, and stomach. The anterior flap bulged beneath his tongue and soon the evidence of Qui-Gon's desire was freed.
The cock Obi-Wan held in his hand was too large to swallow, but a combination of his hands and tongue seemed to satisfy the large merman whose head flung back in ecstacy as Obi-Wan's mouth over him. He took as much as he could into his throat, firmly gliding both hands up and down the turgid organ. Just before erupting in orgasm, broad hands gripped Obi-Wan's head and the heavy organ expanded. He held his breath and waited, filling the warm splash of Qui-Tan's seed against the back of his throat.
Qui-Tan sighed heavily, pulling Obi-Wan into his embrace, as together they sank down upon the cavern floor, unaware that near the top of the chamber was a crack in the stone, wide enough for a pair of green eyes to see through.
Daco had noticed the way the Veden males looked at one another and occasionally touched. They shared something deeper than friendship. Their gazes reminded him of the way his father once looked at his mother, rotations ago, before the dragons came. They were in love.
But was that possible? For two mermen to love each other? To be lovers?
He had to find out. If it were possible, then a lot of his questions would be answered.
Silently, Daco left the presence of his brothers and the maid attendants and made his way to the gap between the upper and lower chambers. He'd discovered it as a podling and had often spied on mating couples. Never had he expected to see what he had this tide, though. Although the two mermen hadn't performed the ruuvata, they had done things only breeding couples did, and it wasn't shameful or embarrassing at all. In fact, they seemed to have enjoyed themselves, especially Obi-Wan.
Daco tucked his own spent sex beneath his anterior scales, never taking his eyes off that quivering silver tail. Perhaps it had been a mistake to allow the bigger Veden warrior to join them. Daco's plans would've gone much easier without Qui-Tan of the Suuri around.
Chapter Five
A feast had been prepared in the early tide and was spread out upon the cavern floor atop of layers of woven porphyra. Maids flitted about serving the Verians who were sprawled out or leaned back against reclining stones. Qui-Tan and Obi-Wan were escorted to places beside the Verian leaders, with Daco seated slightly behind and to the left. It seemed as if Daco held the position of interpreter and had no real power, Obi-Wan noted. The rather attractive maids which were from all over the ocean paid very little attention to Daco, hand-feeding his brothers, and soon, Qui-Tan.
Obi-Wan uncomfortably shifted upon the mat, eyeing the young Verian maid who had attached herself to Qui-Tan's side and was currently rubbing the muscles of his neck.
Before sleeping, he and Qui-Tan had discussed ways they could escape, but that would mean leaving the Veri, and neither one of them wanted to do that, sea dragons or not. The best thing to do is what Qui-Tan had suggested, and that was to make friends with the Verians and offer them what they wanted. But before they could do that, Daco made an announcement.
"My brothers and I wish to apologize for your accommodations. We weren't expecting you, Kova Ningas. Allow me now to show you your chamber."
They had little choice but to follow Daco as he led them through a narrow opening and into a wide space lit by several glowrods. In the center was an expansive and intricately carved stone bed, and everywhere Obi-Wan looked were etchings of sea creatures, battles, and warriors. It was an impressive space.
"This was our father's, King Erton's private chamber. He was slain by a derra three seasons ago and the chamber has been empty ever since."
"You mean, the Veri has had no official ruler since your father?" Qui-Tan asked.
"My brothers have served as stewards for our kingdom while we wait for the Kova Ningas, but now that you're here, Obi-Wan, our wait is over."
"Why are you excluded from the title?" Obi-Wan's suspicions were confirmed, but his curiosity remained.
"Since I am only half blood, I cannot lead."
Daco seemed to accept the fact graciously, stating it without emotion as he withdrew from the chamber. Qui-Tan and Obi-Wan followed him, returning to the banquet and to the presence of the other Verians.
As soon as they had reclined, the attentive maid was once again at Qui-Tan's side, and the merman didn't seem to mind it one bit. Obi-Wan, on the other hand, brushed away the two maids who tried to make him comfortable. He was much too busy watching the pale blue-tail with the red mane laying her hands on his mate.
Conversation between the brothers took place while Obi-Wan fed himself, his eyes darting from his food to the pale maid, but not noticing Daco's eyes upon him. The longer he watched the display, the less of an appetite he had, until Daco finally spoke, drawing Obi-Wan out of his self-inflicted misery.
"Have you considered our offer, Obi-Wan?"
He knew he should answer, but a silent rage had taken his tongue. Qui-Tan cast Obi-Wan an odd glance before choosing to reply. "Yes, Obi-Wan and I discussed the situation for some time and we decided to help you -- only, our help is free of attachments. We wish no disrespect to your traditions, but we will only assist you in the capacity of friendship."
He and Qui-Tan had both wondered what the Verians' response to their decision would be, and they both sat still and waited while Daco explained Qui-Tan's statement to his brothers.
When he had finished, Daco's mouth turned upward, creating a somewhat crooked, but attractive smile. "It is good you say so, Qui-Tan of the Suuri, for there is no prophecy. I'm afraid we made that up, but we didn't have a choice. We had heard of the silver-tailed warrior's bravery in battling and conquering the vicious Ryks of your waters, and could not think of any other way to persuade him to help us."
"The Ryks?" Obi-Wan wondered aloud. That rumor Qui-Tan had started had found its way to the Veri?
"Yes." Daco smiled again warmly, his eyes focused solely upon Obi-Wan. "Your strength and courage is known throughout the ocean. We apologize for our deception and hope you will still choose to help us, Obi-Wan."
"Of course we will." Qui-Tan answered for them both, drawing a confused gaze from his mate. Obi-Wan wasn't sure he agreed with Qui-Tan's plan now. Once more, he had been lied to, and if it was one thing he had a problem with, it was half truths.
The rest of the meal continued in relative silence until Obi-Wan couldn't take it any more. The pale blue maid was now hand-feeding Qui-Tan little bits of Kombu, wiping his chin with her delicate touch, and smiling with blood red lips.
Obi-Wan rose silently and left the cavern altogether, swimming out into the waters to observe the distant bubbling current. He wasn't alone for very long, however. Soon, he was joined by Daco.
"You seem out of sorts, Obi-Wan. Are you upset you were misled?"
"No, not really," he answered. Now, who was the one telling half truths? Obi-Wan resolved to calm himself and try not acting so podlish, especially around the Verian who believed him to be the bravest merman who ever swam in the ocean. He turned to Daco and smirked himself, dimpling his cheek and only then realizing how close Daco had drifted. The merman had the most amazing eyes. They were light green, the color of the shallow waters of Van Mer on a hot tide, and he did resemble Xan somewhat. Maybe it was the way his dark hair fell over his eyes on occasion, like now. Obi-Wan was surprised to find himself fighting the urge to move the fringe back with his fingers.
"Then perhaps it's the maids. I find them annoying as well and I'm often desirous of a different type of company."
Obi-Wan sought out Daco's gaze once more. Had he understood him correctly? Was Daco making a pass at him? If that were true, it made Obi-Wan very nervous, and he longed to change the subject, so he glanced down from green siren's face, studying the intricate scars upon Daco's chest.
"What are those?"
Daco glanced down, then back up, smiling proudly. "Those are the merkki kunnei, my marks of honor. Only members of the royal family of Verian are privileged enough to wear them."
Obi-Wan couldn't help himself. His finger idly traced one of the ridges. He couldn't figure out how they'd been made. The markings were raised formations underneath the skin, almost as if something had been inserted to create them.
"As a podling, each Verian male of royal blood undergoes the Kunnei Ceremony. A mato, er, a small seaslug I believe you call them, is inserted along the umbilicus. Over time, the mato creates these patterns. The longer the process, the more intricate the pattern. My brother, Kato, being six years my elder has far more merkki than I do, but soon, mine will match his."
"How old are you?" Obi-Wan asked, his fingers transfixed upon the tactile sensations of the mato's decorations.
"Twenty-five rotations."
"So am I!" Obi-Wan replied excitedly, blushing when he realized he was still touching Daco's chest.
Chapter Six
Anxious blue eyes expectantly scanned the entrance to the cavern. It wasn't like Obi-Wan to leave without excusing himself or letting Qui-Tan know where he was going. Daco's pursuit of his lover hadn't escaped Qui-Tan's notice either. There was something about the young Verian which made his scales lift, although he couldn't put a finger on it. He'd already convinced himself Obi-Wan wouldn't stray, but the nagging thought was deep in his mind. Daco bore an eerie resemblance to the martyred first love of his mate. Qui-Tan was sure Obi-Wan loved him, but they had never discussed monogamy. So far, they had been content to enjoy one another's company, spending all of their tides together. A commitment had never been brought up.
Is that what Obi-Wan wanted? A life promise? And was it something he was willing to give?
They had already come close to it. Qui-Tan would never forget the way Obi-Wan's skin glowed during the Avio-Litto and the huge smile which lit his face as Qui-Tan declared him his Chosen One and slipped the silver ring upon his finger. But that was a ceremony declaring Obi-Wan as his favored mercubine, which he had enacted while King of Veden. Qui-Tan had never even made an attempt to offer Obi-Wan his heart once he had abdicated his throne and became a simple merman, to declare his love and heart to the one who had made such an impact in his life. Perhaps it was time to do so.
During his personal contemplation, Qui-Tan's awareness of the maid attending him had drifted. He had silently agreed to allow her to touch him based upon his respect for the Verian traditions, but his focus sharpened as he realized her attention had moved to his tailfront, and her lips began moving in circles around his anterior flap, which bulged slightly of its own accord.
Qui-Tan smiled and gently pushed upon her shoulders. "No, thank you," he calmly declared seeing the maid's disappointment in her fallen features just before she swished her tail and left his side, only to search for someone else who would appreciate her talents.
Thankfully, Qui-Tan had come to his senses just in time. He was no longer King of Veden, free to enjoy the pleasures of a grand serai, but was devoted to just one other. He would have to make sure Obi-Wan understood that's what he wanted, and had never been happier.
As the maid swam away, Daco and Obi-Wan returned to the cavern. It was difficult not to notice the slight blush upon Obi-Wan's skin. Qui-Tan recognized it, but maintained his composure, quickly turning his eyes to the green-tailed Verian.
"How much longer will it be before the seasons change?" Qui-Tan asked, suddenly wanting to get the job done quickly and leave the Verian's company for good.
"Let us consult the aika talau."
He and Obi-Wan both followed Daco out into open waters where they ascended to the near the surface and then turned back toward the reef. In a shallow pool just outside the wall was a intricate display of stones, set in patterns of lines and dashes. Toward one side, the sun cast a ray of light upon a straight line of stones, after which were just a few deeply set into the bed.
"This is the way we measure time."
"You're recording the slant of the sun," Obi-Wan noted to Qui-Tan's pleasure. Qui-Tan's ancestors had done something similar, but it had been many rotations since he'd seen anything like it.
"Yes," Daco smiled warmly back at Obi-Wan making Qui-Tan's dorsal fin twitch. "By marking the movement of the sun, we can record the passing of the seasons. It will be ten cycles before the dennai return."
"That's sooner than we thought," Qui-Tan announced, scrubbing his smooth chin. "We have a plan, but will need your help."
"Our warriors are always prepared for battle," Daco announced proudly, "and will be pleased to offer their assistance."
Qui-Tan reached out to clasp onto Obi-Wan's shoulder as they exchanged knowing smiles. "If our idea works, we won't need any of your warriors."
Strange are the customs of neighboring clans, but outsiders would probably say the same of the Veden.
The meal complete, no audience would be allowed for the rest of the tide, even though the time of the dragons was drawing near. Following the early banquet, the maids who had attended the Verian males retired back to the private chambers for rest and recreation.
Qui-Tan was intrigued. These merfolk obviously did not adhere to any sense of restraint when it came to breeding. He had witnessed at least three maids accompanying Kotu back to his own space. Soon, the chamber was empty and Obi-Wan looked at him. Perhaps now would be a good time to speak with his mate about his earlier thoughts.
"Shall we follow the Verians' example?" Qui-Tan hadn't considered the idea of Obi-Wan turning him down, but there was hesitance in his manner, and Qui-Tan soon discovered why. Looking behind his own shoulder, Qui-Tan could see the shadowy figure of Daco darkening one of the exits in the cavern. Obi-Wan had also glanced that way, but soon a smile, although weakened showed upon his face.
"After you."
The answer was friendly but not enthusiastic. Had his lover already become bored with him, Qui-Tan wondered? Was he seeking out another? Disturbing thoughts such as this plagued Qui-Tan as they went to the Royal Chamber. He did his best to brush them aside, but Obi-Wan's continued silence once they were alone worried him.
"Is something the matter?" he finally asked his mate, wanting to settle the issue, if there was one. Maybe he was over-reacting or seeing something that wasn't there.
"Yes."
Or maybe not. Qui-Tan shakily reclined upon the padded stone seat in the middle of the chamber.
"Why did you allow that maid to touch you?"
Obi-Wan was clearly upset, his hands firmly placed on his waist, his gills flared, but despite that, Qui-Tan couldn't keep from smiling. His Obi-Wan was jealous, just as he had been about Daco. Was that all there was to it?
"What are you smiling about? This isn't funny! Not one damn bit!"
"I know it isn't. I'm sorry." Qui-Tan forced himself to appear solemn. "I only allowed her the customary courtesies of the Verian culture. I was trying to be polite."
"You were trying to get into her flap!"
"That's not true."
"It looked like it to me! You were enjoying yourself, Qui-Tan, admit it! What is it? Miss the days when you could summon your whores?"
"Obi-Wan." This had gone on long enough. His mate was losing control of his temper and if Qui-Tan didn't act now, it may be too late. When upset, Obi-Wan tended to become irrational and say things he always regretted later. Qui-Tan glided up to Obi-Wan and held the merman's face in his hands. Obi-Wan's eyes were sparking with anger. "I'm sorry if I upset you, but I truly was only being diplomatic. I wasn't going to allow things to go too far. Besides, you left with Daco and I didn't have a chance to explain anything to you anyway."
The smirk that curled Obi-Wan's lip was usually charming, but at this moment, it annoyed Qui-Tan and he dropped his hands.
"That's right. What would you say if I told you Daco wants to fuck me?"
"I'd say, go ahead and let him, if that's what you want."
"Okay. I will."
Qui-Tan had never in his life met a more stubborn merman, but if Obi-Wan did as he had just suggested, he would crushed, as if he'd swum down to the deepest and darkest part of the ocean.
They stared at each other for a long moment, close enough to touch, but neither willing to. Qui-Tan knew, however, that if Obi-Wan turned to swim away, he would immediately grab him, cower at his dorsal fin and beg him not to go.
But something changed. Some blessed miracle created by Jumalla herself struck Obi-Wan and his features dramatically softened, the tenseness of his muscles relaxed and he took a deep breath. "I'm sorry."
"Me too," Qui-Tan replied, heaving his own sigh of relief.
"I don't want anything to come between us, not the Verian customs, Daco... not anything."
Qui-Tan grabbed Obi-Wan and nuzzled his hair with his cheek and nose, powerfully holding the slim body against his own. He loved Obi-Wan more than anything in this life, and if he ever lost him, he wasn't sure what he'd do.
Chapter Seven
The sun shining upon the surface of the water in the Veri wasn't nearly as blinding or scalding as it was in the Suuri. The easy glow warmed the skin instead of burning it, and the waters gently lapped against the colorful reef instead of pounding against dead, black banks of magma.
It was across the surface of the water and into the mouth of a cave that Qui-Tan, Obi-Wan and the three leaders of the Veri went. The brothers had gone against decorum and cut short the Tunti Rakka -- their daily breeding requirement designed to replenish the numbers of those lost during the season of the dragons. As soon as possible, Daco and Orta summoned Qui-Tan and Obi-Wan to further discuss their plans for defeating the derra. At Qui-Tan's insistence, they were taken to the surface and shown the location of the fire crystals.
Kotu had brought along with them another merman whom Daco claimed to be proficient in handling the tuti kitet, and Qui-Tan took note that the handler was missing two webbed digits on his right hand. Along the shores inside the cave, beneath a layer of crumbling rock, he dug out three craggy, gray stones. With great care, a blade was placed in the crack of one, splitting the outer layer, revealing a luminescent formation inside. Once open, its glow was bright enough to light the entire cave. Obi-Wan and Qui-Tan shielded their eyes while the handler placed the crystal inside a woven bag. The other unopened stones went into separate pouches, which hung around the merman's waist.
Daco explained. "The kitet must be kept separate. If they accidentally come into contact with one another..."
"There goes the cave," Obi-Wan finished.
"As well as the reef," Daco corrected in alarm. "You cannot destroy the reef. It provides sustenance for our clan!"
"We don't plan to, but there will be destruction of several of the caverns, which may destabilize a part of the reef wall."
Kotu insisted on a translation of Qui-Tan's words, but when Daco turned, his face had lost a lot of its tension and revealed a hopeful understanding. "You're going to trap the derra and imprison them in the caverns. Am I right?"
"That's what we're hoping," Obi-Wan explained. "We'll have to wait on the females to nest. Who does the hunting?"
"Both," Daco answered. "The father begins as soon as the females settle, but after the eggs are laid, he tends them and the mothers go out. That's when they begin to search for food. We're their favorite meal, and somehow...they remember."
"Remember what?" Qui-Tan tried to disguise his appalled reaction. He couldn't imagine being on the menu of such a ferocious creature. It wasn't at all like exploring the Suuri. Coming across a Ryk happened by accident. They didn't actively seek out Vedens to devour. They weren't smart enough to. Which made him think that these sea dragons were far more intelligent and that trapping them may be more difficult than he and Obi-Wan had initially thought.
"They remember where we live. Once they appear in our territory, it isn't very long before the male begins his hunt. You won't have much time."
"Which is why we have to be prepared," Qui-Tan explained. "Do the females nest in the same places?"
Daco took a moment to speak to his brothers before turning back to Qui-Tan. "Usually, though you can't count on how many caverns they'll occupy. We don't know how many there'll be until they come."
"Then we'll have to set up all the ones you think the dragons will nest in. Is there any way to tell beforehand?"
Following Obi-Wan's question and Daco's translation, the expressions of all three of the Verians' faces fell and it seemed as if the water upon Obi-Wan's tail turned even cooler. "Yes, there is, although it is forbidden for any Verian to go there. I can show you the entrances, but I cannot go in."
Obi-Wan hadn't exactly understood Daco's hesitance in entering the nesting caverns of the dragons, until he and Qui-Tan went into one.
It was a basically a tomb; a ghastly resting place for the generations of Verians who had lost their lives. The floor of the cavern was covered with discarded skulls and tailspines, piling up past Obi-Wan's lateral fins.
"Are you all right?"
Obi-Wan hadn't realized he was shivering until the warm touch of Qui-Tan's hand landed upon his shoulder. "This is horrible."
"Let's hurry and get finished so we can leave."
Qui-Tan too was obviously affected by the carnage before their eyes. His voice was shaking and his hand trembled as he withdrew one of the crystals from the pouch the Verian had given him and placed it between two stones at the cavern's entrance.
Daco showed them cavern after cavern along the reef and each one seemed worse than the other. By the time they had finished, Obi-Wan had felt he'd seen enough evidence of death to last a lifetime.
When they exited the final nesting site, he found himself clinging to Qui-Tan, drawing upon the larger merman's strength.
"I would enjoy nothing more than celebrating life by joining with you right now, my love," Qui-Tan cooed and Obi-Wan was thrilled to feel the hardness of the merman's desire pressing upon his tailfront, "to rid our minds of such tragedy, but we still have much to accomplish. We have to hone your spear skills."
"I know," Obi-Wan agreed, although he hesitated for a long moment, fear paralyzing him as he realized his earlier feeling that the waters had turned cooler was no illusion.
The season of the denei derra was upon them.
Chapter Eight
The kotilo targets had been moved to a farther distance this time as the Verian warriors retrieved their spears. Obi-Wan was among them, and he hefted the heavy staff upon his shoulder. Each practice spear had been weighted to the exact specifications of the Verian glowrods, which they would use to cause the cave-ins and trap the dragons. There was only one chance to explode the kitet, so absolute accuracy was essential.
"That's it," Obi-Wan heard the deep rumble of Qui-Tan's voice inside his head as he balanced the spear, eyeing his objective. "Don't forget to twist and follow-through. Use your abdominal muscles, not your back in the turn. Try not to straighten your arm. Wait."
Once again, Qui-Tan touched him, readjusting the distance from the tip where Obi-Wan gripped the spear. The powerful tail was pressed up against Obi-Wan's dorsal side, sending a tiny shiver of delight up his spine. Obi-Wan couldn't help but wriggle slightly, causing Qui-Gon to growl in pleasured annoyance. Before retreating, Qui-Tan nipped at his ear and Obi-Wan struggled to contain his glow of sensual excitement. One glance to his right, however, solved that problem. Daco was not too far away, glaring at them both.
"Now, try it."
So far, he had come close, but had yet to make a direct hit. This time, as Obi-Wan released the spear from his hand, the movement was smooth, almost natural, the sharp spear head crushing the pale kotilo, scattering its shards upward throughout the water.
"Excellent throw!"
In their excitement, they forgot themselves and their situation. Obi-Wan blushed when Qui-Tan stopped swinging him around in his arms, their tails tightly entertwined. Every single Verian had stopped practicing and were gawking at them.
Thankfully, Daco interrupted the scene, demanding the warriors' attention, speaking in their own language and obviously telling them to get back to work.
Obi-Wan smiled a thanks toward his friend. He received a seductive wink in reply, causing Obi-Wan to clear his throat uncomfortably. He had yet to discuss the different mating practices between the Veden and the Verians, but hoped Daco would understand that there was no merman he would ever be with other than Qui-Tan. Obi-Wan didn't wish to hurt anyone's feelings intentionally.
Practice continued until Qui-Tan was satisfied with everyone's aim, and he and Obi-Wan once again gathered with Kato and Orta. Daco soon joined them.
"My brother wishes to know what the plans are for the male derra as he will not be attending the caverns until after the eggs are laid."
"One of us will have to act as a decoy, draw the male into the cavern and then leave before the final spear is thrown."
"Sounds dangerous. Who will be the one?"
"I will be." Qui-Tan announced quickly and firmly, much to Obi-Wan's dismay. They had argued about this several times and had yet to come to an agreement. Obi-Wan was the faster swimmer, but Qui-Tan wouldn't hear of him risking his life. Instead, he would be the spear thrower.
The change of season had come quicker than the Verians had planned, and the maids were busily gathering supplies and taking the podlings to the deepest caverns. Barriers of stone had been constructed to try and block the dragons' attack and the clan families had begun gathering behind them, while the males sharpened their spear heads.
Qui-Tan and Obi-Wan hovered outside the main chamber scanning the open waters. Sentries had been sent out and were located in strategic areas about the Veri. They would report any sign of the danger.
Later that tide, a Verian guard assigned the utarian sector was spotted swimming toward them. At first, Obi-Wan was anxious and unsure of his readiness for battle. However, the sentry was not reporting on the sighting of a dragon, but on the arrival of an Etelan trader who was wanting to do business.
After explaining the situation, Daco left in the company of the Verian guard, carrying with him a few of the tuli kitet. He returned long moments later, his bags emptied of the fire crystals, but accompanied by a shy maid bearing the colors of the Etela kingdom. Her red tail nearly matched the blush of her cheeks and Obi-Wan sympathized with her. It hadn't been that long ago, he too, was being offered to a ruler for his own pleasure.
"I must take her to my brothers."
The seas had begun to darken before Daco returned. All the while, Obi-Wan and Qui-Tan had maintained a peaceful vigil, enjoying the silence before the storm and the joy of one another's company. Obi-Wan's mind hadn't been silent, however. He had been wondering if perhaps Daco had taken the new maid to his own chamber and was curious why that should bother him. Obi-Wan had convinced himself that Daco did not participate in the normal breeding practices of the Verian until Daco returned from inside and he saw the blush of mating coloring the Verian's cheeks, his scales slightly disheveled.
Obi-Wan turned his face away, unable to look at Daco any longer and not understanding why. He had long ago committed himself to Qui-Tan, although he couldn't say Qui-Tan had done the same. He had no romantic interest in Daco, so why should he care who the young Verian slept with?
"I have some news which many be of interest to you both." Daco was out of breath, as if he had just swam the entire Veri. "The new maid informs me that Etela has declared war upon the Veden, and that my own cousin, Ryba, has been proclaimed Queen of Etela."
Chapter Nine
Without a word, Qui-Tan swam away and entered the Verian home. Obi-Wan reassured Daco with a smile and a touch to his shoulder before following Qui-Tan into the royal chamber, where he found him donning his personal shield.
"What do you think you're doing?"
Qui-Tan mumbled something in reply Obi-Wan couldn't quite decipher, although it sounded a lot like "shouldn't have left." His tail weakened with nervousness.
Obi-Wan had known it was only a matter of time before Qui-Tan came to his senses, realized what he had lost and returned to his home. The powerful merman was a natural leader and warrior. Where could he use those talents out in the middle of open waters?
Surely, Obi-Wan thought, Qui-Tan couldn't be happy for long wandering through the Veri with a Mer of his insignificance, no matter how much they loved each other. Love wouldn't fulfill Qui-Tan's desires for long. He needed to be useful, to help and command others, and do it in such a way as to earn the respect of his followers.
Obi-Wan had initially believed the Vedens honored their King, and was surprised to discover Qui-Tan held no real power there, that the Council had influenced away most of his authority. It angered Obi-Wan to think that his subjects had not only allowed Qui-Tan's position to be devalued, but that they actually condoned it. And what about Ki-Adi, the head of the council? What kind of friend was he to sacrifice Qui-Tan's role and heritage in such a way?
"Qui-Tan," Obi-Wan approached his lover, applying a calming touch to his lower back.
"I shouldn't have left Veden in the hands of the council. Ki-Adi was never much of a negotiator. That was my responsibility. I shouldn't have left."
The weakness in Obi-Wan's tail spread to his torso, all of his insecurities making their way to the front of his constant inner battle. "You mean, you shouldn't have left with me."
There was a long pause before Qui-Tan turned, causing Obi-Wan to think he had been correct in his assumptions, that Qui-Tan was simply too proud to admit he'd made a mistake in traveling to the Veri with him.
"No, that's not what I'm saying at all. Obi-Wan, listen to me."
The smaller merman's face was soon being cradled in large hands, eyes of the deepest blue holding him in their trance.
"I may have regrets, but you are not one of them. Perhaps I shouldn't have left the Suuri, but I wanted to make you happy."
"So, this is my fault." Obi-Wan knew he was testing Qui-Tan's patience, but he simply couldn't help the way he felt.
"Damnit, stop that! Why do you always put yourself down? You are the most amazing merman I have ever met, not to mention the most beautiful. Your wit, sense of humor, your courage, and willingness to see the best in everyone you meet -- I love these things about you, and I love you. I don't know why you want to push me away."
"I don't!" Obi-Wan exclaimed. Why would Qui-Tan think that?
"Then stop feeling so damn sorry for yourself all the time."
In Obi-Wan's mind, the brightness of an early tide dawned. Qui-Tan was right. It was time to see himself as Qui-Tan saw him -- to believe that he was more than a common mercubine. He was a merman of Van Mer! A warrior, trained to battle the most dangerous creatures in the Veri, and Qui-Tan loved him. Most important of all, Qui-Tan loved him. From this point on, he would be determined to not only earn that love, but respect as well, and Obi-Wan realized he wouldn't do that whining and moaning all the time.
"You're right. I'm sorry."
Obi-Wan's apology was accepted with a kiss, after which Qui-Tan leaned his forehead against him, their noses brushing together.
"I love you and I want you to be by my side when I return to Veden."
"I can't." What a great time to demand respect and show his new independence, Obi-Wan thought sarcastically to himself as Qui-Tan drifted away. "We made a promise to the Verians and I intend to keep it."
"We don't owe the Verians anything. We showed them what to do. Now, it's up to them."
"I gave my word to help them fight." The weakness in Obi-Wan's tail was replaced by a growing strength, which wavered only a little beneath Qui-Tan's solid stare.
"Then you will help them alone. My devotion lies to my home and I must return." Qui-Tan insisted, his voice lowering in pitch, a sign of his firm resolve.
"You have to do what you believe is right." Obi-Wan surprised himself with his equally bold statement. Although his heart was breaking at the thought of Qui-Tan leaving him, he had to follow his own advice.
The memory of their prior quarrel, where his jealousy had gotten the best of him, crossed Obi-Wan's mind. Like he had done then, he hoped Qui-Tan would see the error of his ways and decide to say, but fate apparently other other plans.
Qui-Tan grabbed his Blade of Battle, made sure his shield was secure, and after one last look at Obi-Wan, swept out into the open waters and entered the current which would carry him back to Veden.
Chapter Ten
The crystals had been placed in their specific locations -- those that would cause the greatest amount of destruction to the cavern entrances, but not to the reef itself. The Verian warriors were prepared for battle, each given a glow rod with an inset kitet. For generations, the fire crystals had been used to provide the Verians light, and now, Obi-Wan was praying to Jumalla that it would offer them life, but without Qui-Tan, he was plagued with doubts.
He was confident in their plan, but in the absence of the older merman, Daco volunteered to lure the male derra inside the cavern, with Obi-Wan casting the spear to trap it. Daco didn't seem worried about the mission, but Obi-Wan harbored enough concern for them both. This was a one-shot deal. There were no second chances. If something went wrong, Daco could get hurt or killed. He wouldn't allow that to happen. He would be the one to face the dragon.
The decision had been made early in the tide of the first sighting, when Daco approached during Obi-Wan's watch.
"I know how you felt about Qui-Tan. He was a proud warrior, and he did what he had to do. He felt obligated to return home and defend his kingdom. You shouldn't judge him for that, but please, Obi-Wan, don't hang onto him. He's gone, but I would like to take his place."
At first, Obi-Wan wasn't sure he'd understood Daco's meaning. Was he talking about luring the dragon or something else? But when the green-skinned Verian took his hand and placed it over the ridges on his chest, and Obi-Wan felt the rapid fluttering of his heart, there was no mistaking Daco's intentions.
"Let me lure the derra. Let me prove my bravery and loyalty to you. If I succeed, I hope you will consider me worthy to take as your lover. I want you to stay in the Veri with me."
"I...but," Obi-Wan stammered, overwhelmed with Daco's proposition, "wait, I thought the Verians didn't believe in same-sex relationships."
Daco had yet released his hand and swam up closer, the tip of his dorsal fin touching Obi-Wan's. "They're not common, but not forbidden. I want you to teach me. Teach me how to love a merman, Obi-Wan."
It had been six tides since Qui-Tan had left. Not nearly long enough for Obi-Wan to forget how Qui-Tan's touch caused his cold blood to heat like magma, how his smile would crinkle the corner of his blue eyes and cause Obi-Wan's heart to skip a beat. How much he missed him.
"I'm sorry," he told Daco, pulling his hand free. "but I can't let you risk your life, and as for your other request...I'm just not ready."
"I thought it might be too early to ask, but I can wait. Just remember, Qui-Tan was the one who left you, and that's something I would never do."
All Obi-Wan could do in reply was nod his head as he silently watched Daco swim away. For a long moment he was stupefied, frozen in place --until a shout came from the home cavern, and a distant roar trembled the waters.
The dragons had arrived.
The warriors rushed to their weapons, before heading to their assigned locations along the reef, a lighting rod in one hand and spear in another. Together, Daco and Obi-Wan swam out into open waters to confront the derra.
There were six this season; five females and one male -- the biggest creatures Obi-Wan had ever seen. Their blue and green necks were covered in spikes, stretching far out from their bodies, their powerful claws and teeth snatching and ripping apart any kala which crossed their path. Wide sways of long, spiked tails carried the females whose bellies were swollen with eggs.
As Daco and Obi-Wan hid themselves amongst the seabed flora, they watched the females separate themselves from the male and swim toward the wall, obviously in search of their nesting sites. The male was alone. They would have to hurry. The Verian warriors had been instructed not to cast their rods until he'd been trapped.
With a nod of his head and a rush of adrenaline, Obi-Wan motioned for Daco to proceed. They followed the powerful tail of the male and hurried to catch up since he had turned and was heading toward the Verian homes. They would not be able to keep up with him for long, though.
Daco swept down and retrieved a stone from off the ocean floor, hurling it toward the dragon, luckily striking its broad side. The male turned, shrieking at them, its forked tongue whipping out of its mighty jaws.
Obi-Wan then swam up and parallel to the monster, staying clear of its sharp claws and teeth, nearly deafened by its terrible shriek. He managed to pass the dragon while Daco distracted it with his spear, and then drew its attention by tossing his own spear, striking the creature in the neck. But his spear didn't make a mark, and bounced off the hard scales, drifting down to the ocean floor. It did anger the beast, however, and the dragon roared at Obi-Wan before leaping forward after him.
Just ahead was the dark shadow of the cavern opening, and Obi-Wan was grateful. He could feel the hot breath of the huge predator upon his tail and wasn't sure how much longer he could swim at such speed. With one last surge of energy, he dipped down and entered the darkness of the cavern, hearing the snap of the dragon's teeth behind him, and waited, his gills fluttering wildly as he tried to catch his breath. He could see the derra hover outside the cave, but for some reason, the beast refused to enter. Obi-Wan was forced to approach the open water and toss a few stones, striking the creature in the head.
He barely had time to move out of the way as the dragon lunged after him, shoving Obi-Wan toward the back. Now, if he could only swim beneath the beast's soft belly and escape, Daco could explode the kitet, and the derra would be trapped.
But the best-laid plans of Mer and Veden often go astray, and the creature bellowed out again, sending a shower of rocks down upon Obi-Wan's head. He was forced to seek shelter behind some large rock formations in the cavern, with the dragon scraping upon the floor and the walls in an effort to try and reach him. The male was much larger than the Verians had anticipated and he barely fit in the space, creating havoc with each move. Once more, the creature shrieked its frustration and lifted its head, banging against the ceiling, causing several large loosened stones to fall freely, directly into Obi-Wan's path, essentially blocking his escape.
He was now stuck in the cavern with the derra. There was no way out and only one other option.
With a loud voice, Obi-Wan commanded Daco to throw the kitet. Assuming Obi-Wan had reached safety, Daco did as he was told. A bright light filled the cavern, and then everything in Obi-Wan's ocean went black.
Chapter Eleven
Celebrations were occurring all over the Veri once the news of the dragons' defeat had spread. Up-beat songs were being sung, podlings played in the open waters, and maids were busy preparing a grand feast.
Daco, however, swayed with the currents in front of the cavern he had destroyed, no pride or joy within his heart. Instead, ignoring his brothers' pleas to join the festivities, he refused to leave the area, worry weighing heavily in his mind.
He hadn't seen Obi-Wan since the dragon chased him into the cavern. If Daco hadn't heard him give the command to blow up the kitet, he would believe something bad had happened, but he and Obi-Wan had both agreed the order would only be issued once everyone was safe, and everything had gone according to plan.
The feeling wouldn't leave Daco, though, that everything had not gone as they had hoped, that something bad had happened, and that it had happened to Obi-Wan.
Surely, the Veden wouldn't sacrifice himself for strangers. Or would he?
Who had battled two Ryks and defeated them? Who had chased a male derra and lured it into a cave? Who had formulated this plan and for no reward whatsoever?
Obi-Wan was the most courageous merman Daco knew. Which meant only one thing.
Daco hurried to the home cavern, avoiding the maids and mermen who were eating and beginning the celebratory breeding rituals. He had an idea, and although he had never ventured that far, he hoped his suspicions were correct.
Through the center passage Daco traveled, ascending to the opening at the ceiling - the same one he had used to observe Qui-Tan and Obi-Wan making love.
The chasm became more narrow the further Daco went, until it nearly closed completely. Panic began to shorten Daco's breath, but his concern over Obi-Wan's well-being provided the motivation to keep going, and he squeezed his body through the gap in the inner reef. Not being able to see where he was going was nearly as daunting as the tight space, but he was determined.
The passageway opened up once again, but the problem was, Daco had no idea how far he had gone. How would he know where to dig? Maybe he should give up, accept Obi-Wan's fate and move on. Perhaps, he could convince his brothers to etch a special reference to Obi-Wan's bravery on the walls of the archives, displaying his herosim for all future generations of Veri.
Daco continued on a few more swishes of his tail, convinced he should turn back until he heard a soft tapping sound. It was rhythmic and just beyond his current position. He followed the noise, stopping and turning around to return to its most significant point. Here, Daco beat upon the passageway floor with his fist, repeating the rhythm he had heard, and was ecstatic to hear the pattern repeated. It had taken him an entire tide to create peep holes in the openings above the private sleeping chambers. If he was going to succeed in freeing Obi-Wan quickly, he was going to need help.
His brother Orta and a couple of other warriors were the only mermen left who had not succumbed to the effects of the fermented grasses, and they followed Daco into the maze of passageways originally created by the annelid, carrying spears and glow rods.
Chunks of the reef were passed back and out of Daco's way as he and his brother speared through the layers of rock, finally opening up a dark abyss, where a single, pale hand thrust through. Daco grabbed ahold of Obi-Wan's arm and began to pull. As soon as a head appeared, Obi-Wan gulped in fresh oxygen, replacing the stale and debris-filled waters of the cavern. Blood trickled down along his scalp, but Obi-Wan was alive and Daco was thrilled. So much so, that despite the nearness of his brother and the other Verian warriors, he lowered his body, grasped Obi-Wan's face and kissed him. Although Obi-Wan didn't exactly respond to his enthusiasm, Daco was overcome with joy, and he kissed the handsome face several times, across both cheeks and lips.
"Are you injured? Can you swim?"
"I'm fine, just get me out of here." Obi-Wan struggled to rise through the opening, and soon Daco saw the reason for his hurry. The glow from the kitet illuminated the opening made into the cavern, where, just beyond the space Obi-Wan had been hiding, they could see the large blue-green snout of the derra.
Assuming the beast was dead or sleeping, Orta tossed a piece of the reef through the hole, hitting the dragon's nose. Immediately, the monster's eyes opened and he began to viciously snap and growl, which startled the brave Verian warriors, who fled backward along the passage. Obi-Wan and Daco smiled at one another and then began plugging the opening, sealing the denei derra once and for all.
The destruction was far worse than Qui-Tan had imagined. There wasn't one structure which hadn't been damaged, the towers of Velika Talo completely destroyed. He hovered outside of the once grand entrance to the city, too stunned to move until a familiar voice called out his name.
A dark-skinned Veden emerged from the shattered gates, the stump of his amputated arm wrapped and bound to his abdomen. It was Win-Du, the General of the Veden Army.
"Your highness, I'm afraid your return does not herald a proud moment in Veden history."
"What..." Qui-Tan's voice had stopped working, his mind numb with despair, and he struggled to form words. "What happened?"
"Ki-Adi."
Of all the explanations, he didn't expect that one. During his travel back from the Veri, Qui-Tan had thought about the manipulative little mercubine and daughter of the Ruler of Etela, Ryba. Somehow, she had managed to secure her father's throne and exact her revenge upon Veden. It seemed impossible that she held a grudge big enough to start a war, but the Etelans were known for their tempers, and Qui-Tan should've known better.
Once again, Qui-Tan berated himself for leaving his kingdom, but there was no longer time for swimming in a sea of regret. He had to find out what had happened here, and figure out a way to make the Etelans pay for what they'd done.
Chapter Twelve
The waters had turned cold. Damn cold. In just a single tide, there was a huge difference in the temperatures of the Veri. Even though the cooler oceans enhanced the bright colors of the reef, Obi-Wan couldn't appreciate them. He shivered as he leaned against the home cavern entrance, wrapping his arms around his chest, lost in thought. Had Qui-Tan made it to Veden? Was he in the midst of a battle right now? Was he all right? What if he'd been injured? Or worse?
Obi-Wan couldn't help worrying, and it didn't matter that Qui-Tan apparently didn't share his concerns. He too had faced dangers and he had done it alone. Well, not really alone. Daco had been there, and thank the sea gods he had, or else Obi-Wan would still be in that dark cave with the dragon, each of them struggling to see who could last the longest in the stagnant waters.
During that time, it was Qui-Tan who had filled his mind, and Obi-Wan had already decided he was going to return to Veden to help him, even though Qui-Tan may not want it. Not now, not after Obi-Wan had made the decision to stay behind.
He'd heard the historians were beginning to create his likeness upon the archive walls. The Verians looked to him as a hero, but he sure didn't feel like one. He felt exhausted, frustrated, and lonely. As soon as his head injury had healed and his vision had cleared, he would be leaving. Now, if he could only bring himself to inform Daco of his decision.
Daco had saved his life and Obi-Wan didn't wish to hurt his feelings, especially now that it was obvious how deeply he cared about Obi-Wan. If only Obi-Wan shared his interest, then perhaps this would be easier.
"On tides such as this, the clan gathers inside, spending the darkness closely together, to share body warmth while they rest. I'll admit that most of the time many do more than sleep, but you wouldn't have to participate in anything else...if you didn't want to."
Daco was persistent, that much Obi-Wan could say about him. His pale green eyes were filled with a deep longing -- one which Obi-Wan could not fulfill -- not while Qui-Tan still occupied his heart and mind.
"I must go," he spoke quietly to the Verian who had eased up beside him.
"Back to Veden? But you'll be killed! I know how much of the kitet Etela has been stockpiling. There's no way the Veden Army can defend itself."
Another chill pimpled Obi-Wan's skin, causing Daco to gather him in his arms and draw him close. "Don't get excited," Daco teased, "this is just for warmth."
Obi-Wan didn't fight against the embrace. It was easy to imagine the soft skin touching him belonged to another and he closed his eyes, smiling in remembrance of Qui-Tan holding him tightly after they had made love, those large hands moving up and down his arms and back and caressing his scales, long, blunt fingertips running through his hair and framing his face. Gods, he missed him.
"Even if the battle is already lost," Obi-Wan explained,"it doesn't matter. I know where I belong, and it's not in the Veri, Suuri Veden, or even Van Mer. It's by Qui-Tan's side. Wherever he may be."
Daco was silent for a while as he ran soothing and warming caresses down Obi-Wan's back. "You really love him, don't you?"
"Yes." The answer was spoken automatically and with absolute certainty.
"Then, perhaps you won't want to hear my idea."
Obi-Wan lifted his head from Daco's shoulder, their faces a kala's width apart. The nearness obviously affected Daco, who was having a difficult time breathing, and against his anterior flap, Obi-Wan could feel the beginning of Daco's impressive erection.
"Go ahead," Obi-Wan prompted, wanting to be released from the embrace as quickly as possible now.
"The Verian warriors can be equipped and ready for battle upon my word. Being the youngest of the kingdom stewards, I am in charge of the military forces. It's within my power to order them to accompany you back to the Suuri and to fight against the Etela."
Obi-Wan was surprised by Daco's offer, his brows fiercely knitting together. "You would do that?"
"Yes."
"You would declare war against your cousin?"
Daco sighed. "I have never met Ryba, and even though she is part of my family, the things I've heard about her are not very flattering. Besides, her father is the one who traded his own sister, my mother, for weapons."
Visions of Obi-Wan entering the Suuri with hundreds of warriors behind him, all armed and ready for battle filled his mind. Qui-Tan would certainly greet him with open arms then.
"Don't look so happy," Daco interrupted, "not yet. There is one condition."
Of course there is, thought Obi-Wan. What would Daco want? Athough he had an idea, Obi-Wan hoped that for once, Daco could put aside his personal feelings.
"Spend your last sleep here with me. Let me experience the sweetness of your mouth and the strength of your tail as you thrust inside me. Give me this just one time and I will never ask you again. If you do, then I will gather my army to assist you."
"Try not to use this arm for at least five more tides." Qui-Tan gently replaced the wrappings about the older podling's torso, tightly securing his broken wrist.
A long line of injured and suffering Vedens stretched out before those who were healthy enough to offer care. Qui-Tan wanted to do what he could to help, but this wasn't exactly what he had in mind when he'd returned. However, one tour of the damage, and seeing the youngest Vedens in pain, he immediately volunteered his services.
During the process, Qui-Tan had learned that the wounded far outnumbered the noninjured, which meant he didn't have enough a large enough force to attack. His General was out of commission and two-thirds of their army had been obliterated.
Hearing the reason was not a story he enjoyed. Win-Du had shared the tale, with a tremor in his voice and fire in his dark eyes.
"Following your leave, Ki-Adi began negotiations with King Iada. What we had initially believed to have been a trade negotiation ended up being a treaty to merge the two kingdoms. Word spread of Ki-Adi's treasonous intentions, the Veden population rioted, and Ki-Adi called for a public consortium. All of Veden's leaders were there, the council, and the army. That's when Etela attacked. We were so focused upon our anger, we were unprepared. Stones rained down from the waters and exploded upon impact. The destruction was immediate and massive. They knew exactly where to strike us. Your tower was the first thing hit."
Qui-Tan had no doubt how they knew, and especially after hearing the news of Ki-Adi's alliance with the Etelan throne, and Ryba taking over rule after the death of her father, he was sure Ki-Adi's sins not only included treason, but murder as well. The son-of-a-ryk had always been too ambitious for his own good.
What was even worse than Ki-Adi's betrayal, however, was Qui-Tan's inability to exact his revenge. Without his warriors, he could do nothing.
As a tiny female podling was laid in his arms for healing and he could do nothing but watch her die, for the first time in his life, Qui-Tan felt completely powerless.
Chapter Thirteen
Just a few lighting rods illuminated Daco's personal cavern, but even through the dimness Obi-Wan could tell that this particular Verian cared more about aesthetics than his brothers. All of the reclining stones were carefully padded with the brightest woven porphyra, collections of equally colorful plantlife and small kuorets were scattered about. Upon the ceiling and surroundings walls were carvings of mermen and maids in various sexual positions, and instead of a carved bed as in the royal cavern, Daco slept in a large kotilo surrounded by strips of matching porphyra, which hung down to create a curtain of privacy. It was a very comfortable-appearing set-up and Obi-Wan would feel at ease if it weren't for the reason why Daco had brought him here.
The grip Daco held upon Obi-Wan's hand didn't ease up as he turned to face him. Smoldering eyes of green swept up and down Obi-Wan's torso before an eager hand reached out and traced the line of his breastbone, the caress extending to Obi-Wan's navel before sweeping back upward. Obi-Wan closed his eyes and shivered slightly as his hand was released and now both of Daco's were performing a thorough tactile study of his upper body.
"You are so different here than a maid," Daco commented as his touch moved across Obi-Wan's pectorals. "Firm instead of plump, but still just as soft. Your nipples are smaller, but very hard. Do you find the waters cold in here too, Obi-Wan? Or does my touch excite you?"
Obi-Wan released a quiet gasp as Daco plucked upon the peaks of his chest. He didn't know if Daco expected an answer or not, and Obi-Wan wasn't sure if he could provide one. He still found the water bitterly cold, but Daco's touch was reviving feelings which had been dormant since Qui-Tan left.
Apparently, Daco wasn't bothered by Obi-Wan's silence and swept forward, taking the point of Obi-Wan's right pectoral inside his mouth, gently nipping upon it. Flashes of memories of being with Qui-Tan filled Obi-Wan's mind behind his closed eyes, but he quickly forced himself to look upon his new lover. It wasn't fair to either one of them to fantasize away the reality of his decision.
Obi-Wan tentatively lifted his arms to hold onto the merman, only to recoil upon being pierced by one of the many spikes which protruded from Daco's upper arms and shoulders. Instead, Obi-Wan used one hand to cradle the dark head moving across his chest, and the other he pressed against Daco's back. A hum of approval was heard as the young Verian's tongue snaked up along Obi-Wan's upper torso and onto his neck.
Obi-Wan shuddered once again as Daco's green tail wrapped around his, their dorsal fins twisting together. This was a new experience for Obi-Wan. Qui-Tan was at least three large kala higher than he was, but Daco was similar in heighth and width, and their bodies aligned perfectly, anterior flaps pressing directly against each other.
When Daco had presented this deal, Obi-Wan had initially believed he would be the teacher and Daco would be the learner, since Daco had never been with a merman before, but so far, Daco had been the agressor and was thoroughly ravishing Obi-Wan's body with his hands and tongue, moving from neck, to ear, and to chin, before finding Obi-Wan's mouth. No gentle nips and kisses were applied. Daco delved in quickly and deeply, his rapidly rising passion evident in the bulge pressing against Obi-Wan's tailfront.
Obi-Wan cooperated with Daco's boldness, even though it wasn't his preference for lovemaking. He actually preferred taking his time to appreciate his lover, to find new pleasure spots and take advantage of them. Qui-Tan was so very good at that. Often, he would drive Obi-Wan nearly insane with caresses which were far too gentle, kisses which were as light as a single scale, and slow -- maddeningly slow thrusts. During those moments, where Obi-Wan would beg for more pressure and more strength, Qui-Tan would soothe him with his deep, rumbling voice, telling him to focus upon this instant, to use all of his senses instead of the single barbaric one demanding a quick release.
It was a lesson Obi-Wan had gratefully learned, and one Daco needed to. If they were going to do this, then they would do it right.
And then it hit him.
He was really going to do this, wasn't he? Allow another merman to touch him in places he had sworn only Qui-Tan ever would again. He had convinced himself this was the only way -- what Daco had said about Etela's army being too powerful and easily defeating Veden must be true. He hadn't questioned it, hadn't investigated. He had simply taken Daco's word for it.
But then, Daco only desired one thing, and that was Obi-Wan. He would say anything to get some of his tail, wouldn't he?
What if the Veden army hadn't been defeated? What if they didn't need the Verians' help? Especially now that Qui-Tan was with them. Qui-Tan knew about the kitet, understood how they worked. Perhaps he had been able to come up with a plan to defuse the Etelan weapons. Perhaps, Veden had won!
Obi-Wan had never considered that before, and if there was even a remote possibility it were true, then sleeping with Daco would be a blatant betrayal of Qui-Tan's trust. Even though their relationship was strained, it wasn't over. Obi-Wan didn't think so, and he couldn't do anything to harm it, not until he had talked to Qui-Tan himself.
The expression upon Obi-Wan's face had been transformed many times over during he and Daco's encounter, but when Obi-Wan's cooperation ceased and his mouth stilled, Daco pulled his head back, seeing a thunderous expression upon Obi-Wan's face. "What's wrong?"
"How do you know Etela defeated Veden?"
"I..." Daco stumbled, releasing the hold of his tail, but still grasping Obi-Wan by the arms. "I just assumed. Etela has an enormous supply of the kitet. There's no way Veden could defend against it."
"You don't know that," Obi-Wan defended. "Now that Qui-Tan's with them, they could've found a way. Qui-Tan is very wise and brave, and he has been responsible for many Veden victories in the past. You don't know what he's capable of."
"Yes I do." Daco's face fell with his statement, his hands dropping as he swept backward, a shadow darkening the prior spark in his eyes. "He's very much capable of putting such a strangle hold on your heart that you will not allow another to share even the tiniest bit. I'm in love with you, Obi-Wan and Qui-Tan obviously isn't. He left you."
"He did what he had to do. You said so yourself."
"Which is something I imagine he always will do. No matter what it costs those around him. Qui-Tan's priority is his beloved kingdom, not you!"
That's not true, Obi-Wan argued with himself. Qui-Tan left the Suuri because of him -- thinking it would make him happy. Qui-Tan gave up his throne, left everything he knew, just to be with him! Daco was wrong.
"I made a commitment to Qui-Tan." Obi-Wan held up his fist, revealing the silver and aquastone ring, which Qui-Tan had given him.
"I know what that is," Daco's attitude shifted yet again, a snarl turning up the corner of his mouth. "That's payment to a whore. And I know who you are, Obi-Wan. You are a mercubine, one of The Exalted One's sluts."
Daco's words were a satirical sneer, and Obi-Wan realized it was time for retreat. Daco and Xan were obviously more similar than just in appearance. Once Xan had lost his temper and his words became biting, it was best to leave him alone and try talking to him later.
But Daco's words, no matter if spoken out of anger or not, still hurt Obi-Wan, and he gripped his fists tightly before turning to leave. "Fuck you, Daco."
Chapter Fourteen
His grandmaid used to tell him fantastic tales about humans who once roamed the land, of the strange ways they moved, and the magical flames they created, but what was most fascinating to Obi-Wan was the story about the human princess who cried when the prince was killed by a fire-breathing dragon. His grandmaid had said that so much sadness would well up in humans it would burst forth from them like the rivers which flowed from the mountains into the seas.
Obi-Wan wished he could cry. He was full of so much frustration, it felt like he was going to explode, much like the Tulovuori which shadowed the waters of Van Mer. He had lost everything; his home, his first love, his life mate, and now the friendship of Daco. There was nothing to do except return to Van Mer and hope he would be welcome there. But first, he had to pass through the Suuri, just to hear with his own mind that he was no longer wanted. Only then could Obi-Wan begin his life, or resume his former one -- the one he had before going to Veden, minus the companionship of Xan, of course.
So much had gone wrong. Perhaps Xan had been right. Maybe Obi-Wan shouldn't have accepted the call to serve the King of Suuri Veden. If he hadn't, then none of this would've happened. He would still be shoulder-deep in the gardens behind his modest dwelling, the eyes of a fine-looking merman looking upon him. Although he'd often found himself discontent with that type of life, overall, he was happy.
Now, he was simply miserable.
He had waited nearly an entire tide for Daco to calm down, but when Obi-Wan went to talk with him, the young Verian leader couldn't be found. In fact, none of the Verian leaders could be found.
Grabbing the silver shield Qui-Tan had given him, Obi-Wan took a moment to run his hand over the emblem hammered upon it. His finger traced the Crown of Veden, two ryks, and the double Blades of Battle, finding himself lost in the struggle between hope and resolution. He didn't want to think about his future at the moment. The journey back through the Suuri would offer ample time for that.
After retrieving his modified spear, the one Qui-Tan had created himself, Obi-Wan swept out of the royal cavern and through the main chamber. Just a few maids were about, taking care of podlings and preparing meals, but none of them paid him any heed. Obi-Wan was at least hoping the other two brothers of the Veri would appear to wish him well, but there was no sign of any male Verian whatsoever.
Feeling abandoned and saddened, Obi-Wan exited the home cavern and entered open waters. He turned to head toward the swift currents of the Veri only to be drawn round by the sound of clattering weapons.
There behind him, lined in row after row was the entire Verian Army, each carrying a lighting rod topped with a blazing kitet and a long-handled spear. Across the abdomens of each warrior was a protective plate fashioned from kotilo, but everything else about the Verians was considered a weapon, the numerous spikes protruding from their bodies providing a natural defense.
At the front of the group numbering at least four or five-hundred were the three leaders of the Veri. Daco, having no head spikes, wore a protective helmet, which he pulled back upon approaching Obi-Wan.
"I've spoken with my brothers, and after a full late tide of what you might call aggressive family negotiations, they assisted me in seeing the error of my ways. Obi-Wan, I was wrong in asking you to sleep with me, no matter how badly I wanted it. After everything you and Qui-Tan did for us, especially the risks you took, I had no right to make such demands. It was selfish of me, and I apologize. I hope we can still be friends."
Now, Obi-Wan realized he was the wrong one. Daco was nothing like Xan at all.
"You're all coming with me?"
"In the words of the Veri: Valloti tai tudesta -- Conquer or perish."
Chapter Fifteen
"Your Majesty, uhm, Qui-Tan, sir, there's a large mass moving across the current."
Qui-Tan glanced up from the shattered remains of his personal scrolls. Very little was left intact in his own cavern. His sleeping kotilo had been split into several pieces, his prize collection of sea plants ruined. It was hard not to grieve when he'd discovered the remnants of the rare red chondrus, memories of the intimate moments he and Obi-Wan had shared distracting him from his duty.
He'd decided early on that if retribution was out of his reach, then he would spend his time and energy rebuilding his kingdom. Perhaps in his lifetime, Velika Talo would regain its former splendor, and at some point in the future he could claim his revenge.
And maybe, he could create a place Obi-Wan would want to call home. At first, Qui-Tan thought it would be enough to simply offer himself, but now, with so much devastation surrounding him and realizing everything he'd lost, all he wanted to do was regain the splendor Veden once held. He had nothing to offer Obi-Wan as things were.
Perhaps that's why Obi-Wan chose not to return with him, thought Qui-Tan. When they had first met, he was King, a mighty ruler of the Suuri, a proud Veden warrior.
Now, he was nothing. He had nothing. No wonder Obi-Wan had stayed behind.
No, Qui-Tan argued with himself -- a common habit of his lately. Just as he'd done , Obi-Wan had made a decision and stuck with it. He couldn't blame the young merman for that, nor could he make assumptions about that decision. Obi-Wan had simply kept his word, and Qui-Tan could not be upset about it.
However, if the gods of the waters chose to have their paths cross again, Qui-Tan was determined to be worthy of Obi-Wan's affection, if Obi-Wan still held any feelings for him at all. With Daco lurking about the Veri, watching Obi-Wan's every move, it would be no wonder if the two beautiful, vibrant mermen hadn't already formed an attachment.
Stop!
He was losing his mind. All the destruction and chaos surrounding him had finally begun to rot away his brain. It was just a matter of time before he was truly mad.
Qui-Tan gazed at the older podling who had brought him the message, avoiding looking directly at the ugly scar, which ran deeply across his cheek.
Had the Etelans returned to finish them off? Had they discovered he'd come back and were here to gloat?
If so, Qui-Tan had no choice but to bargain with them - not for himself, but for the few Vedens who remained within the city. What he would rather do, however, was choke the life out of Ki-Adi.
Rising from the cluttered floor of his cavern, Qui-Tan straightened his armor and reached for his spear. If they had come to kill him, he was going to take a few Etelans to the depths along the way.
Win-Du was already waiting outside the broken gates when Qui-Tan arrived. Both of them, as well as two more surviving warriors swam out to meet the approaching throng.
At such a distance, it appeared to be an army. Rows of mermen swam in militaristic formation near the surface of the water where the ryks rarely fed.
Qui-Tan proudly displayed his Blade of Battle in front of him, daring the Etelan General, but the closer the army drew, the less sure Qui-Tan was of who had invaded the Suuri.
Had others heard of Veden's fall and were taking advantage of his weakness? Perhaps it was the Lantista who inhabited the warmest waters far beyond the reefs. A nomadic clan of merfolk, they were rumored to be scavengers and proficient hunters.
But Velika Talo had very little left to offer thieves. The silver stores had already been ravaged, the mines disabled. The Etelans, being far too proud to inhabit Veden territory had left behind nothing but destruction, and too few citizens to do half the work, which needed to be done. Qui-Tan, himself, had been working feverishly without rest for several tides in a row.
By the time the group had moved within visual range, Qui-Tan had decided his mind was indeed gone. Madness had consumed him and he was suffering illusions, although quite pleasant ones.
The most beautiful silver kala was swimming toward him, its shining tail and skin all aglow.
But kala don't bear smiles so brilliant, nor do they possess physical forms, which would make the gods envious.
"Obi-Wan?"
He needed to hear the voice - to make sure he wasn't dreaming, but the vision didn't speak. Instead, the being next to Obi-Wan did. It took Qui-Tan a moment to force his sight away from eyes the color of a storm-tossed sea, to focus upon the green-tailed merman next to him, but then the currents shifted, the sun's rays illuminated the scene, and Qui-Tan recognized Daco from the Veri.
"Qui-Tan, it is the honor of myself and my brothers, as well as all those within the Veri to come to your aid. Do you require our assistance?"
Qui-Tan was stunned and knew right away it was Obi-Wan who was responsible. Obi-Wan, who had left his home at the whims of a spoiled King, who battled and defeated sea dragons, had convinced the Verian Army to venture into the Suuri. And all without his help.
"I would be most pleased," he replied after the delay.
Never in the history of oceans had the Verians left their own territory. At what cost did they do so now? What had Obi-Wan done to achieve this?
Chapter Sixteen
The journey across the barrier and into the warm Suuri waters took twice as long as leaving them. Or maybe it was his nerves which made it seem so. By the time they had come within visual range of Veden, Obi-Wan was a bundle of excitement and worry, both having a profound effect upon his appearance.
What would Qui-Tan say? Would he be pleased to see him? Obi-Wan wasn't sure. Qui-Tan hadn't been mad when he'd left the Veri -- more like disappointed. Surely, he understood. It didn't really matter, Obi-Wan decided. It was too late to consider the thought anyway, with Qui-Tan in the closing distance, fully armored, Blade of Battle in hand, looking just as regal as he had the first day they met.
A proud smile spread across Obi-Wan's face and bubbles shot through his bloodstream when he heard Qui-Tan say his name. But then Daco drew away the desired attention and Obi-Wan saw Qui-Tan as he truly was-- tired. Dark circles shaded his eyes, and his cheeks were gaunt. He hadn't been eating properly and obviously he'd been working too hard. Most likely, he was planning on rebuilding Veden and Velika Talo all by himself.
By the time Daco had announced their intentions, Obi-Wan had already changed their plans. They would not be attacking Etela until Qui-Tan was back in perfect health. Obi-Wan would not allow him to go into battle otherwise, and he wouldn't take no for an answer.
The Verian warriors lingered along the reef while Daco and Obi-Wan followed Qui-Tan and Win-Du through the city gates, which hung by only two hinges. Obi-Wan was shocked to see the amount of destruction before his eyes. Until now, his attention had been solely focused upon Qui-Tan and he was horrified to view the damage. Not one cavern had been untouched, not one pillar left standing. Most stunning, however, were the number of burial mounds directly within the city walls. There had obviously been no time for a proper burial, and piles of stones marked the bodies of each Veden citizen. Obi-Wan paused in front of one, his breath catching in his chest. The wise, old maid, and palace cook, Ko-Ata was here, her name etched in the largest stone on top.
"How many are dead?" he asked after catching up with everyone.
"Nearly ninety percent of the population."
It was far worse than Obi-Wan had imagined. He knew they'd arrived too late to help, but had no idea the defeat had been that great. How had it happened? "That many?" Obi-Wan asked. "How?"
"Ki-Adi," Win-Du answered with a deep, dangerous voice. "He called a consortium and then everything exploded."
"The kitets," Obi-Wan looked toward Daco. "He must've rigged the cavern with them before the meeting."
"Most likely with Ryba's help," Daco added. "How else would he come into possession of them?"
Obi-Wan glanced to Qui-Tan, the expression upon his face revealing that he'd already made the connection, but it didn't make his grief any less. The former King's face was etched with lines of stress and worry, and Obi-Wan realized Qui-Tan was carrying the weight of the responsibility for every Veden's pain upon his own shoulders.
"Daco, find food for the army and make camp. Qui-Tan will show me the rest of the damage. Win-Du, thank you for your assistance. If you would help Daco, I would appreciate it."
The dark-colored Veden paused but a moment, his eyes glancing quickly to Qui-Tan before he nodded his head and swam back through the gates. Daco looked at Obi-Wan longer, reached out his hand and with a simple gesture and crooked smile, wished Obi-Wan the best of luck.
It was Qui-Tan who stared at Obi-Wan with the most disbelief.
"Show me your chamber," Obi-Wan insisted, although he led the way.
Piles of rubble blocked the normal path, so Obi-Wan passed through the garden and the cook's quarters, frowning at the mess there. Ko-Ata would not be pleased about that. After making sure Qui-Tan was following him, Obi-Wan passed through a narrowed hall behind the main cavern and then in through the open portal leading to Qui-Tan's space.
If he wasn't sure where he was, Obi-Wan wouldn't have recognized it. Nothing was in place. Nothing. Every piece of furniture, memento, and private belonging of Qui-Tan's was destroyed. He wouldn't be surprised if Ryba had had a hand in the destruction personally.
"Oh, Qui-Tan, I'm so sorry. There's nothing left, is there?" Obi-Wan reached down to pick up a piece of the red chondrus plant and held it to his chest, vivid memories playing out in his mind. It was the second tide Qui-Tan had called for him, and with great care, he had applied the red gel, those big, blunt fingers possessing more tenderness than Obi-Wan had thought possible. It was at that moment Obi-Wan realized he was in love, the feeling only growing with each passing tide.
Their relationship couldn't be over! It just couldn't!
The young merman who had led an entire army through the Veri and into Veden couldn't be Obi-Wan. This silver-tailed creature displayed far to much confidence. He even swam differently than Qui-Tan remembered. Could one battle create such a difference?
Qui-Tan had always thought Obi-Wan was special, that he possessed the qualities of a great leader, but he had no idea beneath that somewhat shy facade was such determination and fearlessness. Win-Du seemed surprised as well, and Qui-Tan smiled when his General glanced toward him for approval. Although Qui-Tan hadn't exactly given it, Win-Du accepted Obi-Wan's authority nonetheless, as he should -- as everyone would before all was said and done.
Qui-Tan displayed his own surprise, but held himself in check. He was overcome with joy at seeing Obi-Wan again, and although he recognized the sign of Obi-Wan's own excitement, he wasn't sure what the source was. Was Obi-Wan happy to be home? Or was he happy to be with Daco?
There was a particular uncomfortable familiarity between the two mermen, Qui-Tan noticed. Especially in the way they looked at each other before Daco had left. It gave Qui-Tan doubts about his place in Obi-Wan's life.
That is, until he saw Obi-Wan cradle the red chondrus against his chest, in a way very similar to Qui-Tan's own earlier reaction, and he realized Obi-Wan possibly still had feelings for him.
There was only one way to find out for sure.
"I was very upset when I found my cavern in this state," Qui-Tan began, still hovering in the doorway, though he began to move slowly toward his target. "But I've come to realize in just the past few moments, how unimportant all of this actually is."
It was Obi-Wan's turn to look surprised. He spun round, though still clutching the chondrus to his chest.
"Everything here -- my kotilo, my collections, these sea plants, they are all replaceable. But you....Obi-Wan, you are not. You are more valuable to me than any treasure in the Suuri. I may have nothing to offer you, but I am nothing without you."
Qui-Tan nervously waited while Obi-Wan absorbed his words. He watched the minimal changes of the young merman's expression, fearing the worse, until finally Obi-Wan moved, dropping the chondrus to the cavern floor. With a flick of his silver tail, Obi-Wan floated directly in front of him, studying Qui-Tan's face with long, hard stares.
"I don't want anything you have," Obi-Wan answered solemnly, causing Qui-Tan to try and gulp down the lump which had formed in his throat. "But I do want you."
Qui-Tan allowed his gills to open and release the breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding -- breath which increased its rate as soon as Obi-Wan's hand drifted upward, fingers lighting upon his face, tracing the outline of his eyebrow and cheek.
"You need to eat, but first, you need your rest. Come, lie down with me."
Qui-Tan didn't hesitate, didn't ponder the wisdom of Obi-Wan's decision. He was overcome with the prospect of holding Obi-Wan in his arms. So, when Obi-Wan cleared away the broken kotilo and lay down upon the woven mat he'd placed on the empty platform, Qui-Tan went to him greedily, absorbing the sensations of warm, soft skin, and solid, firm muscle, quickly carried into sleep along the soothing waves of Obi-Wan's voice and caress.
Chapter Seventeen
Moonlight drifted through the silent waters, landing softly upon two intertwined tails, their blue and silver scales glistening in the late tide.
"How did you manage it?"
Both mermen lay awake, but neither stirred, Qui-Tan's head lying heavily but comfortably upon Obi-Wan's shoulder.
Obi-Wan had struggled with this issue during the trip back to Veden. Should he tell Qui-Tan the entire truth? It seemed dishonest not to. As he'd been told by Qui-Tan himself, the truth was dependent upon one's opinion, but they had come so far, he wasn't going to take any chances.
"It wasn't easy," Obi-Wan began quietly, running his fingers through the hair on the back of Qui-Tan's head. "There was a minor difficulty with the dragons, but overall the plan was a huge success. I assumed the Verians would be willing to help us in return, but I discovered Daco doesn't do anything without an ulterior motive."
"Let me guess." Qui-Tan's head came up, a playful smirk telling Obi-Wan his guess probably wasn't an accurate one. "He wanted you to stay in the Veri with him."
"Not exactly."
Qui-Tan's brows furrowed, realization beginning to dawn. "He wanted something from you physically, didn't he? What? A kiss?"
"I'm afraid it was more than that."
Panic settled upon Qui-Tan's face as Obi-Wan hurried to explain, the older merman's muscles tensing beneath his hands.
"Nothing happened. At first, I promised him I would lie with him in trade for his help, but I couldn't go through with it. You have to believe me. You're the only merman I love, the only one I want to be with."
The furrow wasn't quite so deep now, but there were questions still lurking in Qui-Tan's eyes. Obi-Wan waited silently, willing to answer anything Qui-Tan asked him, but no inquiry was made, although the intensity of his gaze was just as powerful, the hands which cradled Obi-Wan's head equally strong.
Then suddenly, all of Obi-Wan's tension and worry simply drifted away, swept into the currents as Qui-Tan pressed upon his mouth with lips, teeth, and tongue -- not in a sweet, tender gesture, but in a hungry, devouring kiss. Obi-Wan felt consumed as he held onto the merman who lay against him from tip to tail, winding himself tightly about Qui-Tan's. When he was let go, Obi-Wan's gills fluttered rapidly, his skin matched the glow of the moonlight, and his anterior flap protruded.
"I will never leave you again. I promise," Qui-Tan vowed, still holding Obi-Wan in his unyielding embrace. "I want you by my side when we go into battle, when we reap our reward, and when we re-establish our kingdom."
"Are you saying…wait. What are you saying?"
"I'm saying I'm going to rule Suuri Veden again, and I want you to join me, not as my General, my advisor or in any other capacity less than you deserve. I want you to serve alongside me as King."
"I don't think that's possible," Obi-Wan frowned in confusion. "First of all, I'm not a maid. The Suuri has never had two Kings, and second, there are hardly any merfolk left."
"Then, our reign should be completely unique and fairly uneventful," Qui-Tan teased, taking the time to steal several short kisses. "You shall be my Avio Saji - my life mate and fellow King, if you will have me. Before you answer, let me share my plan. If Ryba is half the cold-hearted shrew I believe her to be, the Etelans will be feeling quite oppressed, and our rule may not be as uneventful as I've suggested."
"I'm not sure I understand," Obi-Wan admitted, mimicking Qui-Tan's prior theft, although lingering for a much longer moment, sampling the sweetness he had gone so long without. "But I trust you, and I accept your offer. I'll do anything you ask."
Moonlight had given way to the rising sun, the waters tinted a pale yellow, the bright rays glinting off shining silver armor, each piece lovingly placed by strong, steady hands.
Obi-Wan wasn't sure if the words Qui-Tan spoke were ritual or not, but they filled his mind and his heart with peace and confidence, readying him for their future in more ways than one.
"May this chest plate protect your heart, my Saji," Qui-Tan rumbled as the hammered piece of silver was placed over his torso. "Your heart is my own and if you are injured, I will surely suffer your pain. May this shoulder plate protect your arm so that your aim will be straight and true. You are my life, Obi-Wan. If anything should happen to you..."
"Sh." Obi-Wan silenced Qui-Tan's worry with a confident gaze and firm caress across his cheek, only to be pulled into another powerful embrace, the armor creating a barrier between them.
"Be safe, Obi-Wan."
"You too, Qui-Tan." If you are not, know that I will give my life to save your own. Obi-Wan didn't speak the words, keeping the vow safely hidden inside.
"Valloti tai tudesta," Qui-Tan commented, surprising Obi-Wan with his knowledge of the Verian language.
"Valloti," Obi-Wan repeated with a grin before they both swept out of Velika Talo in order to meet their comrades and prepare for battle.
Chapter Eighteen
The Verian battle cry was exchanged down the long lines of anxious warriors, three rows deep, with Obi-Wan and Qui-Tan in their lead. Daco was located slightly behind Obi-Wan's left shoulder, and they exchanged glances just before Obi-Wan wished Qui-Tan good luck with a quick kiss. He wanted to make everyone from the Veri aware, especially Daco, that he and Qui-Tan were more than just companions. They were life mates.
Life mates!
Obi-Wan felt he was going to explode with joy. He'd never been happier. That is, until Qui-Tan gave the order to begin the advance upon Etela, which Obi-Wan echoed to the forces on his side, and reality sank in.
They were possibly swimming out to meet their deaths, to engage an enemy who numbered at least twice their amount. They had one advantage though, and that was the element of surprise. He doubted Ryba had any idea who was about to knock upon her door.
The journey would take two tides, with plans to stop and rest along the scattered, pieces of reef. Each Verian would hunt for live kala along the way, but Qui-Tan and Obi-Wan would have to search out their own sources of food. Qui-Tan assured him the Etellan reef offered items comparable to their current diet, though not as high quality as in Veden or Van Mer, and he was right. As Obi-Wan chewed upon a sample of what he assumed to be sargassum, he couldn't help but be reminded of the fertilizer, which he used in his gardens back in Mer.
Qui-Tan settled beside him upon the soft sandy bed of the ocean floor. They had crossed into Etellan territory half a tide ago and had sent forth one of their own; a young Veden warrior to spy upon the city. They would await his return before getting anywhere near Etela.
"We'll have to swim closer to the surface from now on. There are ryks in these waters," Qui-Tan noted as he reached for Obi-Wan's hand, his large fluke falling gently upon Obi-Wan's.
Obi-Wan smiled as he adjusted his head upon his other arm and stared upward through the murky depths. The ocean here wasn't nearly as deep, nor as blue. One might even say it was infected, the depths a sickly shade of green.
"I'm not sure surface swimming will matter," Obi-Wan replied. "It's so shallow here, the water is just as warm close to the bed."
"You're right," Qui-Tan agreed. "I don't recall the Etellan ocean being this low before, but it's been a while since I've ventured out this way."
"We should probably wait until the tides shift. The base will be cooler then and should attract the ryks to hunt deeper. Single file, we'll be able to swim right above them and away from any danger."
"A wise decision."
Obi-Wan looked up and over as Qui-Tan propped himself upon his elbow, staring down at Obi-Wan with the most charming quirk of his mouth, eyes far bluer than the surrounding ocean, and much more clear.
Obi-Wan was caught unaware with the sudden realization of how handsome Qui-Tan actually was. He'd thought so before, but here in his element, filled with the nervous excitement of a pending battle, the previous stress lines replaced by crinkles of happiness, anyone might think Qui-Tan was Mer. He was practically glowing, or maybe it was Obi-Wan who was beaming and Qui-Tan was merely reflecting his light. Either way, Obi-Wan thought they must look like a beacon, with his luminescence only becoming more pronounced when Qui-Tan bent over and took his mouth.
Obi-Wan struggled between deepening the kiss and breaking free, finally pulling away, his skin blushing a radiant pink. "Everyone's watching!"
"So?" Once more, Qui-Tan kissed him, chuckling upon retreat - a rare and pleasant sound. "I didn't know you were such a prude, Obi-Wan. I'm going to have to debauch you in open waters more regularly."
Their display was hardly noticed by those also choosing to recline upon the sandy bed, but one merman leaning against a large piece of the reef took a vivid interest, unable to tear his eyes away from the couple. Daco placed a morsel of fresh podai in his mouth and chewed, the food not nearly as delectable as the memory of kissing Obi-Wan himself -- a memory he was going to have to put behind him. It was far past time he released his hold on that dream.
At first, Daco had decided to follow his brothers into battle, hoping to influence Obi-Wan's feelings, but it was obvious Obi-Wan was strongly attached to Qui-Tan. They were possibly even mated.
Still, his discovered interest in Obi-Wan had opened doors for him. Now that his brothers were aware of his preferences, Daco felt free to pursue other options.
There was this particular Verian with red spikes and tail who smiled at him a lot. Perhaps it was time Daco found out his name.
Chapter Nineteen
Etela lay in the distance, a flat, dull city in comparison to the grand, rising structures of Veden. Its buildings were short, rectangular structures cut out of the rock in muted shades of gray and brown, camouflaged beside large boulders jutting up from a barren reef.
"What's that?" Obi-Wan asked as he and Qui-Tan swam down from the overhead waters. At such a distance, it seemed as if the meat-eating Etelans had tossed their meal scraps out onto the sea bed, but a closer inspection revealed the large shredded kala had a head, and the head bore a resemblance to the young Veden Qui-Tan had sent out to investigate the Etellan borders.
They both swam a little closer, but the odor of rotting merflesh floating up into the currents turned Obi-Wan's stomach and he drew back, covering his mouth with his hand.
"There are more," Qui-Tan noted in a low, gruff voice.
Obi-Wan managed to draw his gaze away from the mutilated young merman to view others in similar conditions staked to the floor in rows behind him. There were at least fifty, both maid and male. It was hard to tell due to the state of decomposition and obvious feeding frenzies of sea scavengers, but the rest of the victims appeared to be Etellan.
"What do you think their crimes were?" Obi-Wan asked the question, although he had already made an assumption. Qui-Tan's confirmation caused the bile to rise further in his throat.
"I imagine Ryba's coup didn't occur quite as she'd planned. These were probably resisters. Iada was well respected. I was saddened to hear of his passing."
"His murder, you mean."
"We must be cautious, Obi-Wan. There's no telling what Ki-Adi and his Queen are capable of."
The passage into Etela was lined with massive pillars, cut off in odd angles, sunk into deep trails in the sand leading up to uneven stone walls. The currents here shifted erratically, evidenced by the swept up piles, creating grainy hedges around the structures. The windows on every building were narrow slits, just wide enough to admit fresh sea. Obi-Wan didn't like the look or the feel of the place at all.
Qui-Tan looked around and listened carefully. The only sounds he could make out were the distant cries of ryks, but the city itself was quiet. Much too quiet. He worried they might have walked into a trap, but his worry came a fraction too late. Bodies suddenly exploded up from the surrounding ocean floor, and he and Obi-Wan were quickly imprisoned by a number Etelans, armed with double-edged blades, their points very close to piercing vital organs.
Ryba then appeared, her blond hair woven into an elaborate golden crown, jewels dangling from her ears, wrists, and neck. To her right was Ki-Adi, thinner and more pale than Obi-Wan remembered.
"Qui-Tan, the Exalted one," the Queen sneered, waving off the guards who blocked her approach. "How small you've become. I used to think you were so powerful, that Velika Talo was the grandest place in the ocean. Just look how the mighty have fallen."
Obi-Wan glared at the haughty maid, but when he glanced at Qui-Tan, he noticed the older merman's focus was not shared. Qui-Tan was far more interested in sinking Ki-Adi several widths beneath the sandy bottom with his weighted stare. Obi-Wan would hate to be the one at the receiving end of such a withering look. Otherwise, Qui-Tan remained silent, bearing Ryba's words and survey with a distracted air.
"What goes around, comes around, Qui-Tan," Ryba continued. "You thought embarrassing me was so funny. Who's the one laughing now?"
"Qui-Tan, you are an old fool." Ki-Adi chimed in. "You allowed a mercubine to rob you of your rightful inheritance, to make you weak and powerless. You walked away instead of standing up and fighting for your place."
"It was not my decision," Qui-Tan replied, his words measured and clipped with barely-checked anger. "My duty was to the citizens of Veden - something you obviously don't understand."
"My duty is to serve my Queen."
Obi-Wan knew he wasn't the smartest kala in the ocean, but he could see that Ki-Adi was completely enamored by the vicious maid. So, that's the way it was, he thought. Now, everything was so clear. Ryba had used her influence upon Ki-Adi to get him to do her bidding. Ki-Adi was the merman responsible for the death of the King of Etela, not to mention the slaughter of hundreds of innocent Veden -- all under the direction of his precious Queen.
Both Etelans were smiling at this point - evil, grotesque smiles as if they were actually proud of their treacherous deeds.
Qui-Tan and Obi-Wan, however, were not, and Qui-Tan's voice was choked with emotion when he spoke. "There is nothing pleasing about murder, and any leader worthy of their position does not rejoice over war."
"Oh, that's where you're wrong," Ryba laughed, a cynical, high-pitched sound which curled Obi-Wan's scales the wrong way. "It looks like this party's just begun."
It was Obi-Wan's turn to smile now. Any reservation he had had about pursuing revenge was flung to the furthest sea. "I'm afraid you're the one mistaken," he addressed Ryba. "This party is over."
From the murky depths and shallow sunlit surfaces of the Etellan Ocean emerged hundreds of armed Verians, their rising voices and intimidating appearance frightening away the Etellan guards, who immediately retreated back to the safety of the city walls.
Chapter Twenty
The Etellan's retreat didn't last for long. Before the Verians could reach the walls, the army had regrouped and filed from the city in great numbers. Obviously, the Etellans had been prepared - an unexpected though not fatal oversight in Qui-Tan and Obi-Wan's battle plan.
One aspect had worked, and that was the surprise appearance of the Verians. Ryba could not have known about their assistance, and Obi-Wan would never forget the look of shock upon her face.
Part one of their revenge was complete. Now for the more difficult, second part.
Obi-Wan swung his blade in a wide arc, catching one of the Etellan warriors in the mid section. Unlike Qui-Tan's deadly Blade of Battle, Obi-Wan's had only one edge - a single point of attack. Qui-Tan, however, was using his weapon to its full advantage. The sharp tip was used to thrust into an enemy, the split spike at the end designed to be cast if needed. Currently, Qui-Tan was using the curved side shank to slice through the water to dismember and maim, or in this instance, decapitate.
Obi-Wan had never been fond of violence, and in his short lifespan, had been exposed to surprisingly very little of it, but as Qui-Tan took life after Etellan life, Obi-Wan couldn't look away. It wasn't that he craved staring upon the face of death, but he was completely in awe of Qui-Tan's abilities - the way every muscle in his powerful frame flexed as his heavy blade swung round, the fierce concentration on his face. Indeed, Qui-Tan was an impressive merman and warrior, and Obi-Wan's chest swelled with pride, that is until it was nearly split open by an Etellan spear, which he avoided at the last moment.
His new opponent was nearly twice Obi-Wan's size, each blocked attack jarring his bones. Obi-Wan's only advantage was his speed, and he relied upon it, his tail backing him quickly out of the assailant's long-arm range, but soon Obi-Wan began to grow weary, and he hadn't yet been able to deliver any considerable damage.
In one nearly fatal blow, Obi-Wan's weapon was caught between the separate blades of the Etellan spear, and the struggle to free it quickly drained his remaining strength. The feral grin splitting the face of the over-confident Etellan warrior was suddenly transformed to one of complete astonishment, all color draining from his skin. Obi-Wan glanced down to see the double-v of Qui-Tan's blade piercing through the abdominal cavity of the Etellan, blood pouring out and tinting the surrounding waters.
Qui-Tan pushed the body off his blade and shoved the deceased Etellan away toward the currents. With one empowering look he restored Obi-Wan's strength.
Together, they joined the fray, confident they were gaining momentum and were winning the battle until an explosion rocked the deep, a huge cloud of sand bubbling up in the distance.
"Hurry!" Obi-Wan cried out as he delivered a killing blow to another Etellan's neck they passed. The blast had come from the far pillars near the entrance to the city. It had to be the kitets, and although the Verians knew how to fight against them, Qui-Tan and Obi-Wan wanted to be present to discover their source. If they could find the location of the Etellan's weapons, the battle would be over quickly and the loss of life far less.
But when the debris cleared, every Verian was accounted for, and a new threat had entered the arena. It wasn't the invading merfolk the Etellans were firing upon, but a large group of ryks, which had stormed into the area.
"They're being attracted by the carnage," Obi-Wan noted, watching as one of the smaller ryks, though still three times Qui-Tan's length, devoured a floating body.
"It doesn't help that Ryba put her resisters out on display. The ryks have probably been coming here to feed for many tides."
"Stupid," Obi-Wan muttered, his veins filling with fire as one of the Verians was caught between the jaws of the creatures. However, when he moved to intercept the herd, Qui-Tan held him back.
"No, Obi-Wan."
"What? We can't stay here and watch our friends die!"
"I'm not saying we should, but there's got to be a better way. Going out to fight a dozen ryks is suicide. Not even Obi-Wan the Mighty Ryk Killer could win such a battle."
Obi-Wan blushed when Qui-Tan used the nickname he had been given by the podlings of Veden - the same who had been put to death by the very leader sworn to protect them.
"The fire crystals," Obi-Wan muttered in realization.
Just then, another loud explosion sprayed bits and parts of ryk throughout the murky waters, which were now tinged pink with the blood of great kala and mermen.
"Direct hit, but they're going to need our help. Up there," Qui-Tan pointed to one of the boulders they had seen, previously unaware that behind it was a structure, obviously used as storage for weapons. Several Etellans were gathered above it and around it, passing the kitets out from the inside. The shooters were located at the top of the building where some type of device had been built to sling the crystals out, following which a second Etellan would fling the activating kitet to cause the explosion.
Obi-Wan didn't argue, and although a few short moments ago, the Etellans were trying to kill him, he followed Qui-Tan to go and assist his enemies.
Chapter Twenty-One
The red-tailed Etellan stopped to stare wide-eyed at Obi-Wan when he handed him a kitet from the storage building, but the Veden enemy quickly recovered and sent the crystal on up to the shooter who waited at the top with the ritsa -- a device the Etellans had built to fire upon the ryks who had been visiting their city for the past several tides.
The warrior dropped two fire crystals into a pocket, pulled upon on a lever, which would draw back the kitets, and then released it through the water. The crystals would explode upon impact with their target and each other.
It was an effective weapon against a few ryks, but not a dozen. There were too many beasts, and the ritsa took too long to load and fire.
Qui-Tan volunteered to be the one to pull on the lever when he noticed the assigned Etellan was tiring, but Obi-Wan was becoming anxious. There had to be more he could do! Only four large males had been eliminated, which still left eight, consisting of two adult males, four adult females, and two pentu.
Obi-Wan watched as one of the female ryks was struck in the head by a Verian blade, but when Obi-Wan saw that it was Daco who struggled to release his spear, Obi-Wan shot out of the city, ignoring Qui-Tan's plea for him to return.
The creature Daco fought was a large pregnant female, which meant she was worried about more than just feeding herself. Pentu-bearing ryks were known to be extremely aggressive and Daco had his hands full.
Obi-Wan flexed his tail with all his might to arrive just as the rows of teeth grazed Daco's back, causing deep, long cuts into his skin. Daco writhed in pain, but he did not drop his sword or shield, and now the monster had two armed mermen to deal with.
The ryk moved quickly to attack its weakened opponent, but Obi-Wan struck first, piercing the creature's gills with his spear. The ryk shrieked, but did not decrease its determined pace, swinging its great tail round to barely miss Daco's head, but allowing Obi-Wan time to aim at the softer underbelly of the ryk, where he sunk the shank of his blade deeply, ripping the beast between its posterior fins.
There was barely enough time for celebration before the two mermen were once again fighting for their lives, caught between two creatures of similar impressive size. However, Daco and Obi-Wan were not alone in this battle. Qui-Tan had appeared and lunged at the ryk closest to Daco, grabbing hold of his anterior fin, shocking the creature into moving further away. That left just one between the two mermen, and both of them together were able to incapacitate their opponent with moderate effort. However, Qui-Tan was not faring as well.
Holding onto the creature, he had been caught between one of the large stone pillars of Etela, and the ryk's body, the wind knocked from him. Qui-Tan was stunned and Obi-Wan wasn't sure if he could reach him in time to help.
When the beast swung back around, Qui-Tan would easily become its next meal.
A single glance from Daco expressed his intentions, and with one swift movement, the lighting rod which Daco had been carrying was flung. Not having one himself, Obi-Wan had spied a rod, some poor Verian who had lost his life had held, floating in the pink waters nearby, and he reached out for it, twisting his body in the same movement.
True to Qui-Tan's earlier wish, his aim was straight and true, but it wasn't until the kitet had been released Obi-Wan realized that although Qui-Tan was at a relatively safe distance from the explosion, he was not.
The blast created a shock wave which knocked Obi-Wan backward, careening through the water along with the debris. He landed with a sickening thud against a protruding stone, immediately losing consciousness.
When he awoke, Obi-Wan feared he had missed, or worse, the ryk had not. All he could see was cloudy water, but then the sand settled back to the floor and eyes the most vivid shadeof blue appeared above him.
"I love you, but you are one crazy Mer."
"That's Veden," Obi-Wan corrected as Qui-Tan pulled him up vertical.
For the most part, the war was over. The two remaining pentu were being chased by several Verian back out into the open sea, and other than one lone female, it seemed as of the ryks had been defeated.
That one, lone female, however, had her eyes fixed upon nourishment, but when Obi-Wan moved to assist the victim, Qui-Tan stopped him, a firm hand upon his arm.
"It's Ki-Adi," Qui-Tan noted, and Obi-Wan looked closely to be sure.
Indeed, for some reason, the Veden traitor had come out of his hiding place, only to find himself face to face with the deadliest predator of these waters. Perhaps he'd thought the path was clear or that Qui-Tan and Obi-Wan had been killed. Whatever his decision, it was one he would not live to regret.
The ryk seemed to be playing with him, Obi-Wan thought. Each movement Ki-Adi made was repeated, each position shadowed.
When Ki-Adi made a desperate lunge to re-enter the city, the ryk caught him by the tail, pulled him backward and then flipped his body easily into his large waiting mouth.
A group of Verian warriors also watching the death of Ki-Adi glanced back to Qui-Tan and Obi-Wan. Kotu had stopped his warriors from advancing, apparently understanding the hesitance.
The female ryk somehow also seemed to understand. After her jaws had stilled and her eyeshields had retracted, she turned her beady, black orbs upon her audience, curled her dorsal fin and quickly disappeared into the murky waters of the Etellan Ocean.
Chapter Twenty-Two
The sand had settled, and the currents had carried away any remnants of bone, fin and blood. The ryks had taken care of the rest, but those that had survived had evacuated the vicinity. Now, all that were left were Verians, Vedens, and Etellans, none of whom were sure of what their next move should be. The tension mounted until a lone, broad-shouldered Etellan separated himself, swimming forth to come before Qui-Tan, his coppery eyes matching the color of his deep orange fins. On top of his head was a long, black plait, banded with numerous kotilo in the style of an Etellan male. When he spoke, his voice was gruff and proud.
"Qui-Tan, Ruler of Suuri Veden, we thank you for your..."
His words, though were interrupted by a shrill command from a blond maid, whose crown seemed to have slipped a little and was precariously hanging from the side of her head. Ryba's pale blue eyes were flaming with rage, her red tail twitching with anger.
"Thank you! You thank them?! Are you insane? Kill them! I command you to kill them!"
Obi-Wan watched the crowd of unsteady Etellans who had gathered before him, but was also aware of the large group of supportive Verians behind him, and suddenly he was filled with pity for Ryba. There was something wrong with the maid. Something very, very wrong.
"If you won't, then I will!" In a bold and rapid sweep, Ryba grasped a hold of the general's spear and attempted to thrust it into Qui-Tan's chest, but came just short. Obi-Wan sighed a huge relief when he saw the Etellan holding the other end of his weapon, the pointed tip straining a weed's width from Qui-Tan's skin.
"We owe them our lives," the general announced, aggressively jerking away his spear and growling at his leader. "You were mistaken, my Queen. The Vedens are not monsters. They're just like us."
Obi-Wan smiled when Qui-Tan and the Etellan General grasped forearms. Indeed, the war was over, and they had apparently made a new friend. The general seemed just as pleased, his smile twice as broad as Obi-Wan's. That smile, however, was suddenly replaced with a slackened jaw and a grunt of pain.
"No!" Obi-Wan cried out, grabbing hold of the Etellan whose internal organs were spilling out into the sea. There was nothing he could do, and he allowed his new friend to drift out of his arms, turning a fearsome look upon Ryba, the blood on the end of the spear she held just now washing away.
"I will not tolerate betrayal!" she screamed to her subjects. "I command you to rid our waters of this infestation!"
Obi-Wan waited in silence, just as the Etellan citizens were doing, not one of them moving, not even a twitch of a tail. Qui-Tan's voice was then broadcast, the tone the same one he had used when he once addressed his own kingdom. The Exalted One had returned.
"I will give you a choice. Join me in helping rebuild Velika Talo and the city of Veden, and you'll be welcome there; to live, to thrive, and prosper."
Obi-Wan finished his thought. "You will find happiness in Veden and be free of tyranny, cruelty and madness."
Accompanying his last words, Obi-Wan focused upon Ryba, whose face was threatening to erupt like the Tulovuori. He wouldn't have been surprised if lava had begun spouting from her ears.
Slowly, the Etellan citizens began to move. One by one, they crossed over the walls of Etela and mixed in with the Verians, who welcomed the Etellans with pleasant greetings and kind words.
Qui-Tan and Obi-Wan, Daco, Orta and Kotu waited patiently, keeping their eyes on Ryba the entire time to ensure the Etellans crossed over safely. When all was said and done, there were just a few Etellans left within the city walls.
Qui-Tan motioned for the Verians to begin the long trek back across the current and into the Suuri while he and Obi-Wan waited as the great mass began to move. When they decided to follow, they did so swimming backward, their strong tails carrying them swiftly, eyes focused upon the city growing smaller in the distance. Before they felt it was safe to turn around, Obi-Wan could've sworn the waters around the Queen of Etela were boiling.
Chapter Twenty-Three
"Obi-Wan, you aren't going to be able to complete that census in one tide."
Obi-Wan glanced across at the scrolls spread out on the flatside of the kotilo in front of him. He was proud of his achievements, but he still had a long way to go. Each new Veden citizen's name had to be recorded for the archives. It had taken him several tides just to interview them. And then came the task of finding adequate housing, after-which they were assigned jobs. The newest subjects seemed grateful to be out from under the heavy hand of their Queen, and Qui-Tan and Obi-Wan had gone out of their way to help them not only feel at home, but to create a home here in Veden.
At first, they were hesitant, not knowing what to think about Qui-Tan's easygoing nature and sense of humor. No doubt, they had heard dreadful things about the King of the Suuri, but soon they had warmed up to him and Obi-Wan, joking around and obviously enjoying their work.
The workload, though, never seemed to end. Although, with so many helping hands, the city had already regained much of his previous grandeur, there were still gardens to tend, structures to rebuild, and families to settle. Qui-Tan and Obi-Wan had decided early on that all of the new citizens would have a place to call their own before the next cycle, and only by a miracle of Jumalla, it had happened.
Now came the real chore -- updating the historical archives. Obi-Wan had volunteered for the job, not realizing how much time it was actually going to take, the etchings he was creating in the pressed sargassum beginning to look like scratches made by a tasku.
Obi-Wan leaned back on the rounded sitting stone and rubbed his strained eyes. "Just a little more and I'll stop," he promised.
When no reply was made, Obi-Wan arched his neck, twisting round to behold Qui-Tan stretched out on the grand sleeping kotilo they had managed to find at the edge of the Suuri on their way back from Etela. It wasn't quite as large Qui-Tan's previous one, but was big enough for the both of them. Besides, Obi-Wan didn't mind a little coziness, which is what Qui-Tan appeared to be at the moment. Cozy.
Suddenly, the stone seat beneath Obi-Wan's tail was very uncomfortable and his spine was complaining. He took one look at the unfinished census and then at Qui-Tan, tossed the writing kioret upon the scrolls and joined his lover.
Qui-Tan hummed a soft approval as Obi-Wan applied his mouth to the pulse at the base of the merman's throat, sucking gently.
"I heard word about Ryba today," Qui-Tan murmured when Obi-Wan's lips moved through the short beard he had allowed to grow before running his tongue back down his neck on the other side.
"Mm?" was Obi-Wan's answer.
"Apparently, she killed herself."
The surprising news brought up Obi-Wan's head from Qui-Tan's chest. "That's too bad."
"Many would be surprised to hear you say that." Qui-Tan was not. His Obi-Wan had a heart as big as a Bangini.
"I may not have liked her, but I never wished her harm."
"I know you didn't." Powerful arms swept Obi-Wan forward and Qui-Tan claimed a kiss, twisting their tails until Obi-Wan lay beneath him. "I'm so very proud of you, the patience you've shown under such stressful conditions, the hard work you've done."
"Me? You cleared the entire far point today basically on your own!"
"What I'm trying to say," Qui-Tan continued, caressing the copper stubble which was forming along Obi-Wan's cheek, "is how happy I am you're part of my life. I knew someday you'd be a strong leader, oh Great Ryk Killer from the Suuri."
"Enough of that," Obi-Wan teased, poking Qui-Tan in the ribs, causing the large merman to squirm under the assault, until Qui-Tan had no choice but to imprison Obi-Wan's wrists above his head, the new position creating a variety of fantasies in Qui-Tan's mind.
Obi-Wan seemed to read his thoughts, the previous playful smirk replaced by a seductive scowl, the tint of Obi-Wan's skin taking on a faint glow. Qui-Tan was determined to make that glow shine as brightly as the moon this late tide, and he plucked a strip of porphyra from his new collection, using it to bind Obi-Wan's wrists together.
When he was sure his hands were secured but not uncomfortably so, Qui-Tan smiled down at Obi-Wan. He knew the young merman could easily break the bindings, but also knew that he wouldn't. The fantasy was obviously shared as Obi-Wan's skin became more luminescent.
One bite on Obi-Wan's neck turned into several, one kiss lasted half a lifetime. Qui-Tan allowed his body to float down, curling his tail so their anterior flaps were aligned perfectly. While he continued to caress Obi-Wan's tongue with his own, his muscles flexed in a way to coax open the flap, freeing Obi-Wan's erection. More movement caused his own organ to pop free, although it needed some assistance with his hand. Soon, the erections were rubbing together, previously quiet groans filling Qui-Tan's head growing louder.
He pulled away, aroused even more by his partner's rapid breathing and pleading eyes, but patience was a Veden virtue. He was going to take advantage of this rare moment -- his Obi-Wan helpless and still. Reaching down, Qui-Tan held both erections together with one hand, running his fingers up and down their lengths while Obi-Wan leaned up to watch. With slow, methodical strokes, Qui-Tan studied the organs he held in his hand, comparing their widths and lengths, their texture and color. Although Obi-Wans was slightly smaller, it was perfect and Qui-Tan's mouth watered for a taste of it.
Quickly slipping down, Qui-Tan took Obi-Wan into his mouth, sliding his lips firmly over the crown and down the shaft, where he stayed, while his tongue danced and twirled, darted, and stroked. When Obi-Wan's muscles began their own flexing, Qui-Tan released his prize and snatched off the end of a chondrus leaf which Obi-Wan had planted near the kotilo.
The thick red gel oozed out into his fingertips, which Qui-Tan then applied to his own bulging posterior flap, his eyes focused on Obi-Wan, whose gills fluttered rapidly, matching the quick rise and fall of his chest.
"Hurry."
Qui-Tan head the plea echo his own thoughts, and quickly twisted his tail round, guiding his lover inside in one steady but slow thrust. Bracing himself with his hands on either side of Obi-Wan's tail, Qui-Tan lifted himself up and down, making sure each time to bury Obi-Wan fully, but he still yearned for more contact and lay back, reaching back for Obi-Wan's shoulders and using them as leverage to slide back and forth the merman's body, the new angle setting off sparks behind his eyes.
But it still wasn't enough contact. Qui-Tan realized what was missing. Obi-Wan's hands. He needed his lover's touch.
"Can I?" Obi-Wan whispered.
"Yes," Qui-Tan answered, once again aware that apparently his and Obi-Wan's thoughts were synchronous.
Qui-Tan moaned deeply when those beloved fingers grasped his erection, moving in counterpoint to his thrusting rhythm. Firm strokes accompanied with a bite to his neck, and Qui-Tan realized his orgasm was quickly approaching. Obi-Wan sensed that as well, and pushed himself up from the kotilo, carrying Qui-Tan along with him, both still intimately joined.
With a twisting movement of his dorsal fins, Obi-Wan had turned them both vertically as well as rotated them in the opposite direction. Qui-Tan was now facing the back of the open sleeping kotilo and he grasped the edges for support while Obi-Wan continued to stroke him with his hands and cock.
The fullness grew and stretched Qui-Tan's opening until Obi-Wan stilled, groaning out Qui-Tan's name and shuddering in climax, pulsing his release deep inside Qui-Tan's bowels. The pulsations stimulated Qui-Tan closer to completion and he prompted Obi-Wan's hand to move, but instead, the young merman pulled himself out and swam around, taking the needy erection deep into his throat, coaxing the orgasm from Qui-Tan with tongue and hands.
The same tongue trailed back up Qui-Tan's scales, across his abdomen, and entered his mouth. The kiss continued as their tails intertwined and their bodies floated back down to the padding, wrapped around each other in every way possible.
Obi-Wan smiled sleepily at his lover, surprised that they had descended at all. For the first time in his life he felt free. He was as light as the smoke from the Tulovuori which drifted into the sky. He should be rising like that - rising up through the deep to emerge upon the surface of the waters, but not even stop there. He would continue upward, perhaps even float into the heavens and reach the stars, where he would outshine them all. He, Obi-Wan of the Veden, the brightest light in the ocean.
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