The Storm King

Chapter 527: Regaining Some Pride

Leon found the bottom of the stairway just as he’d left it: a collapsed escape tunnel on the left, while to the right were a pair of enormous doors that looked sturdy enough to withstand any attempt to force them open. A few feet in front of those doors was a glowing runic circle, the button that would open those doors.

When Leon approached the circle, he held his hand out, but he knew that he didn’t need to channel his magic into this runic circle to get the doors open. Instead, a small lightning bolt conjured by the runic circle connected his outstretched fingers to the circle, letting it examine his body in its entirety and verify his lineage. Once the power of the Thunderbird was confirmed to reside within him, the runic circle flashed with golden light and the doors began to slide open.

“It should be all right, now, but be careful!” Leon called out to his lovers still waiting further up the stairs. He couldn’t be sure that any defenses on the archives were now lowered, but he was at least confident enough that any danger that Elise and Maia might face was now passed with the runic circle verifying his identity. There were plenty of people who married into the Clan, after all, who might need access to the archives.

Thankfully, while Elise and Maia slowly came down the stairs with all due caution, nothing happened that would’ve indicated to Leon that they were in any danger. The magic in the air and the walls that he could sense remained about as energetic as it was only a few moments before, indicating that at the very least there weren’t any magical defenses that were activating themselves.

“This place…” Elise murmured in wonder as she stared at the massive doors, her awe growing as they passed through the subsequent marble corridor and into the great chamber beyond. They were quite far underground, farther than she’d imagined when Leon had told her of this place, but still, the enormity of the chamber beyond the doors wasn’t something she was entirely prepared for.

Maia’s eyes were wide with wonder, though her reaction was a little more muted compared to Elise’s, which Leon found understandable given she had the experience of Nestor’s lab to set her expectations. Elise had seen the prison, of course, but its beauty was of a far more technical kind, rather than the comforts put on display when the Thunderbird Clan wanted to show off.

But even with those expectations, the archives of House Raime were marvelous.

Leon was a little nervous when he saw that the inner door was open, but one they stepped out into the chamber itself and found it exactly as he’d left it, he relaxed. He still saw the countless bookshelves filled with seemingly endless tomes, the enormous domed ceiling both painted and enchanted to look like the sky outside and set with a large diamond in the center that acted like an artificial sun. This light shone down upon the many trees that stood at the ends of every bookshelf, their gorgeous green leaves giving the room a delightful burst of natural color. The entire room was ringed with gold, like an enchanted wall put into place to prevent anyone from being fooled by the light projections on the domed ceiling and trying to walk ‘outside’ of the archives.

“Let’s go see what we can find,” Leon said with a smile as he started walking down the hallway, the reactions of his lovers banishing his darker thoughts about how much of this place he ought to consider ‘his’ for a quick moment, only for them to come roaring back when he wondered why he was feeling so proud to show this place off.

He kept his smile on his face as best he could, but he could tell from the way Elise and Maia glanced at him that he didn’t have the best poker face. So, he tried to cover his current mental state up by moving on without giving them a chance to ask him about it.

“I think there were some golems here, but they shouldn’t be hostile…”

“I remember you saying something about that,” Elise replied, still giving Leon a curious and slightly worried look.

Maia, meanwhile, summoned a fraction of her power and proceeded with caution. Leon could feel from the killing intent in her aura that she was ready to respond with extreme violence at the slightest provocation.

“Let’s relax and not do anything too hasty,” he said, pausing just as they were about to enter the archives themselves. It was still close enough, however, to see some movement within the bookshelves, a few shifting bodies of bronze moving amongst the shelves, keeping the place clean and the books maintained for whenever a descendant of the Thunderbird arrived who might need them. Unlike the more human-like golems built by Nestor for his laboratory’s labor needs, these golems were clearly mass-produced and lacked the adornment of more bespoke automatons—utterly featureless faces; runic inscriptions only along the joints; everything else smooth bronze plate and a few gaps where brief glimpses of flashing lightning could be seen.

As before, one of these bronze golems revealed itself and began walking toward them with purpose, though not quite enough to appear hostile. It was a little more ornate than its fellows, but not by much.

“That should be the Librarian,” Leon said as this golem approached, then bowed to all three of them, dispelling the remainder of the worry Leon had in bringing Elise and Maia down here.

“Young Lord, you have returned,” the golem said in it’s deep, pleasantly resonant voice.

“I have,” Leon replied with a note of bitterness in his voice. “However, I think I would appreciate being called by name more than ‘Young Lord’…”

The golem, probably remembering Leon’s similar request the last time he was here, took his statement completely in stride. “Of course, Leon. Is there any specific reason you came here today that I might help you and your companions with?”

“Nothing too specific,” Leon said as he cast his gaze around the room. “We’re just going to look around a bit before we do anything else. We’re probably going to be coming and going over the next few days, but when we’re done, I would like to take everything portable here with me, leaving nothing behind.”

That finally got a reaction out of the golem, though it was slight and barely perceptible. It cocked its head to the side a few degrees and asked, “Is that wise?”

Deciding to ignore that question for a few seconds, he said, “I want my wives to be allowed full access, if they don’t already have that permission.”

He heard some elated gasps from Elise and Maia when he referred to them as wives, but he felt that doing so would be the best thing to do if he were dealing with sentient golems, as he was suspecting he was. If they were anything else, then they might not be seen as being a part of the family, and thus restricted in some way from exploring the archives as they saw fit, even if they had his permission to enter.

“So long as they have the assent of a full-blooded member of the clan, those who marry into it have no restrictions,” the Librarian helpfully responded.

Leon gave it a grateful smile and then turned back to Elise and Maia, both of whom were staring at him with their versions of love and adoration; looks which he unashamedly returned. “I’d like to stay here and speak with the Librarian a little bit more. I’ll catch up with you two in a few minutes…”

Maia was a little more subdued since she and Leon were already mates, but she could still sense something a little different in how Leon referred to her as a wife. She didn’t say anything, but the way she stared at him promised only delight once they returned to a place where they could have a little privacy. It wasn’t going to be this place, however, as Elise took Maia’s hand and began pulling the river nymph further into the archives, laughing a bit as Maia stumbled when her lake-blue eyes broke their lock on Leon.

Leon was a little hesitant to let them wander off without him—he wanted to be the one to show this place off, after all. However, he also knew that what he needed more was to spend a little bit of time with people who could both help him with his current issues and were a little more removed from him. To that end, as his lovers vanished into the seemingly endless bookshelves, Leon turned his attention back to the Librarian.

“The last time I was here, you told me that this place stored histories, records of the Clan’s culture, and of the magics they wielded.”

“This one did say that,” the Librarian responded with a slight bow of its head. “It’s a shame that few have sought them out, but these records have been meticulously maintained.”

“Let’s go check these things out,” Leon said, leading the Librarian off in a slightly different direction as Elise and Maia had gone, making some small talk with the golem as he went. The more he spoke with it, the less he thought it was properly sentient, but even if it wasn’t, it was a tremendously convincing thing. Not quite up to the standard of the stone giants or Nestor’s prized golem, but quite the achievement, nonetheless.

After perusing some of the books and having the Librarian explain them to him—they were mostly histories of House Raime from the past ten thousand years or so rather than histories of the Thunderbird Clan proper—Leon finally brought their conversation around to what he was a little more interested in hearing about.

“What was your relationship with Prince Nestor?” Leon asked, watching the golem for any behaviors that might indicate surprise.

The golem, however, wasn’t human, and if it displayed anything that could showcase its surprise or hesitance to answer, it was beyond Leon’s ability to perceive.

“This one’s creator was not present much, according to this one’s memories,” the golem answered without a shred of antipathy or bitterness in its voice. “Following this one’s construction, this one was shown how to manage the records kept here, and then this one was left to fulfill its function.”

Leon nodded, not really surprised but still a little disappointed.

“I found him, you know. Prince Nestor. He was dead.”

“A great loss to the Clan.”

Again, the golem’s tone of voice didn’t change much, any fluctuations in any emotions it might’ve been feeling not coming through when it spoke. Leon found it a little disconcerting, but he also felt almost comforted, in a way. It meant the golem wouldn’t judge him for what he was about to say.

“I’ve been thinking over the past few years. When I was last here, I was ready and willing to take whatever House Raime and the Thunderbird Clan had left for me. I wouldn’t have hesitated to take everything I could possibly carry; if we hadn’t been interrupted by that patrol sent to investigate my breaking into Argent Palace, I certainly would’ve taken more…”

Leon’s eyes drifted toward the back of the archives, to where the door that the Librarian had shown him to last time was, still almost impossible to notice tucked away in one of the many alcoves that dotted the circular chamber’s wall. The Librarian hadn’t been able to tell him how to open the door, but he was certain that something worth that protection was behind it, and that he would’ve spent quite a bit of time trying to get it open if he’d had more time four years ago.

He was still absolutely going to look it over again, even if he wasn’t reserving judgment on using whatever was inside.

Unfortunately for him, that didn’t mean they couldn’t hear him, or that they could hold their tongues. From the depths of his soul realm, he suddenly heard the voice of Nestor, going against Leon’s conditions and orders and speaking without being directly included in the conversation.

[Your struggle is not something unique to you, kinsman,] Nestor said, his voice resounding through Leon’s mind more like the kind grandfather that he portrayed himself as right before he invaded Leon’s soul realm. [Many in the Clan have wrestled with the same emotions. Many have even renounced their claims to any wealth and power that they might have received as part of the Clan. Some of these people went on to be great, proving to themselves and to everyone else that they were great unto themselves, while a great many others failed and died in obscurity, or came crawling back to the Clan, now convinced that the only way they would taste greatness was by proxy. Your thoughts are not new, and I don’t doubt for a second that any descendants you may leave will struggle with the same things.]

Leon couldn’t help but scowl as the man spoke, his distaste for Nestor almost causing him to throw out Nestor’s comments without thought or consideration. All of this thoughts in his head started because of what Nestor did. But he paused just as the words almost left his mouth.

[And what sort of insights do you have in this specific matter?] Leon responded, unable to keep the bitterness out of his voice and the implied and unspoken threat of violence out of his tone.

Seemingly unfazed, Nestor replied, [You are the last of the Clan. If I were in your boots, I would take everything I possibly could. Our enemies are beyond counting, you’ll need it all. Better all of it fall into your hands than the degenerates who looted the corpse of our Clan, after all…]

[Our enemies can wait,] Leon countered. [We’re not in a rush and I don’t want to grow reliant on handouts from the Clan.]

[There’s a difference between relying on handouts and using provided tools, young one,] Nestor replied, his tone like that of an elder lecturing a junior, which while accurate regarding their situation, only served to infuriate Leon. [Besides, I’m not entirely convinced that this is actually about the items themselves.]

[You didn’t have these thoughts before coming to me, did you? And now you have them. What changed in my lab?]

All of these thoughts could be traced to that damned lab, to being possessed and used like meat by a member of his Clan. He hadn’t been able to think much about it at the time since he had other things to worry about, but it hit him when he returned to the prison, even if he wasn’t entirely conscious of it at the time.

Nestor wasn’t insane, at least not in a mentally-broken-by-time kind of way. He’d shown Leon exactly the kind of ruthlessness and callousness that his Clan had been capable of, how even for all its greatness, the Clan had been brutal and without mercy. Nestor had not only invaded Leon’s soul realm when Leon had shown up, but had also destroyed his own golems with a second thought. Justin’s imprisonment, even if Leon didn’t much care that it happened to Justin in particular, was indicative that Leon’s treatment wasn’t unique.

Leon’s blood curdled at the thought of being used like that again, either having his body stolen or being plugged into one of those vine enchantments. To feel those things burrow into his skin and leeching away his magic power by stealing his blood.

If Nestor was emblematic of what the Thunderbird Clan was, Leon wanted nothing to do with it. He’d rather be a Raime. He’d rather shed the former legacy entirely in favor of the latter. But that was essentially impossible. The Thunderbird’s power was too tightly intertwined within him, he couldn’t just abandon it even if he wanted to. No matter what he did, he’d always be seen as a part of the Thunderbird Clan.

He scowled, but he knew it was true. So that left him one option: he’d have to prove himself better than them, both to himself and to everyone. Leon took a deep breath as this new realization dawned on him, and with it came a degree of conviction. This would have to be his path forward, to build his own family better than the Thunderbird Clan in every way.

But first, he’d have to prove to himself that he could do it.

[I’ll use knowledge, I’ll take advice to heart,] he said as evenly as he could, setting aside any moral concerns he had for the time being. He was hardly the kind of person worthy of judging others for their actions, after all, and with some further thought, he was sure that some of the actions of the ancient Thunderbird Clan was likely justified in some way.

Having just come out of a civil war, Leon could understand that sometimes retaining power required the shedding of blood, and if the right person was doing it, then a people as a whole might be able to come out of the other side better off than they were before. The vines and tree roots that leeched mana and possession stuff still disturbed the hells out of him, though.

He heard Nestor heavily sigh and fall silent, while the attention of both Xaphan and Thunderbird rushed to fill the gap.

[For what it’s worth, boy, I completely support that decision,] Xaphan said. [Standing upon your own feet on foundations that you’ve built will always be better than doing otherwise.]

The Thunderbird added, [There’s no shame in taking what has been left behind, but if you don’t believe you need it, or you believe that accepting it would we