Witch had one of the pilgrims brought up much to the delight of the Djinni. They did love watching an Uth slaughter in the name of their own Uth curse. The Djinni wished they had come up with a curse as brilliantly cruel as the Uthvelor Curse.
Witch activated her curse and began to search the memories of those with the Djinni Baroness Pryiya. She stumbled upon a memory of Commander Fonlan approximately a year earlier.
One year earlier
Fonlan was feeling a bit nervous. His current employer the Djinni Baroness Pryiya and her entire court had gathered around the Mirror Crystal she had kept. They watched as Rapi’og one half of the igniter of the Mirror Crystal was defending his homeland from the Red Furs and the Armies of Eloga. Their gasps and joy as the battle progressed allowed Fonlan to breath a sigh of relief. A year before the Olgogs had come searching for Leyas Generators. And they had left with the generators and a curse that now culminated before them.
Fonlan knew the Olgogs had got whatever they deserved when making deals with the Djinni. But he knew if the Djinni did not get enough enjoyment out of the curse they would grow bored and sadistic.
Pryiya watched with earnest as the battle progressed and Rapi’og ’ s life was in the balance.
“You seem worried My Liege,” Fonlan asked.
“There is always a chance I misread the hatred of Lalder and Rapi’og. Maybe they understood the mirror crystal curse enough. In this moment they could thwart it all Fonlan. A year of carefully set up dominoes could be defeated in this moment if Lalder and his fleet come to the defense of Rapi’og.”
Fonlan knew the Djinni were devious but it pleased him to know the Olgogs had a chance. “So if Lalder comes in and saves Rapi’og putting aside their mutual disdain, the curse will be stopped?”
“Yes but if either die before their hatred is resolved then the curse completes and the Mirror crystal shatters the membrane between timelines,” said Pryiya with obvious glee.
Fonlan watched as Rapi’og died sad, in pain, and rejected by those around him. It was a terrible way to end their life on this world even for a bully like Rapi’og. The mirror crystal in front of them shattered to dust.
“Good. This is even better than I could imagine,” said Pryiya, “The Olgogs think they have offset the curse by keeping their crystal whole. It is simply dust held together by stone. And slowly the elements of that timeline will leak into this one.
The only question is will they learn this before or after they regret letting Rapi’og die?”
The memory ended and Witch found herself crying actual tears. She wiped her eyes on the cloak of the dead pilgrim she now held. And turned back to the prisoners and her guests.
