Author's notes:
About the language and notation:
The Baylon language is a predecessor to Latin, which is why it looks like Latin at a glance.
Mental communication is denoted by a < and ends with a >, so a mental communication will look like this: "< Who are you? >"
Some warnings
:
This is erotic action adventure, meaning that there will be both sex and violence, but I don't mix the two.
This part of the story was written some ten years ago, so any resemblance to the Covid 19 epidemic is purely coincidental.
This story is posted on the Literotica website and the author does not give permission for it to be reposted or reprinted anywhere else without consent.
P.S. I haven't gotten an editor yet, so any mistakes are mine. Interested editors are welcome :)
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Chapter 24 -- Flashback: Disaster strikes
Arcem Discendi in Lescare, Ca. 1221 BCE
Verina was standing in a tower, looking down into the courtyard and talking with Decimus Varro when I came up.
"Hey there."
Both gave a surprised yelp and Verina turned to send me an angry look. "For the love of the Goddesses, stop doing that!"
Varro nodded in agreement with her. "Yes, please! Stomp your feet when you walk or something. It's freaky and downright unnatural to walk that silently."
I shrugged the complaints off. "In that case you guys shouldn't have named me Spectre in the first place."
"The other way around, Emilian." Said Varro with a grin. "You got the name, because you move like a freaking Spectre and not vice versa."
"Details, details." I said with a grin. Since a Spectra is an incorporeal undead, that is almost invisible and soundless, the call name the others had chosen for me was really a compliment. "What were you looking at?"
"The new students." Said Verina. "Arriving two weeks ahead of schedule."
I took a step forward and looked over the edge. In the courtyard below, a group of young candidates was lined up, listening to the Dominus Grande's welcoming speech exactly as I did myself when I first came here.
They looked excited, fit, and older than the ten years of age that we had been when we stood there. In fact, most looked to be at least fifteen and three or four looked like they were in their mid-twenties and should have finished their education by now.
"Either these are way less talented than we were, or something have happened." Verina said thoughtfully. "Most of these candidates look too old."
I agreed, thought about the facts, and almost doubled over as it felt like I had been hit in the stomach with an Ice bolt. Varro must have come to almost the same conclusion as I did because he looked pale as well.
"What?" Said Verina.
Varro sighed, "Most organizations only start to take in less likely candidates, when they miss a lot of people and that means that something has gone really wrong somewhere and a lot of people are dead." He looked at me. "Same result?"
"Worse. " I said and leaned against the battlement for support. "Since the candidates are so much older, chances are that it's not the Ordo Praesidium that have the problem, but the people we recruit from." I sighed. "And when we're talking Baylon that is a
lot
of people."
Verina shook her head. "Let's go ask someone, before we speculate too much."
She started to walk towards the staircase and Varro, and I followed her.
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Four glasses later, I felt like vomiting as I was sitting by the window in my room, drinking a cup of tea. We haven't been wrong. If anything, it was worse than we thought.
An epidemic was spreading in the Baylon Empire and it was killing people like they were flies.
It had started about half a year ago. People had flooded the health centres, complaining about a cold, followed by headaches, stiffness in the neck and sensitivity to light and loud noises. The doctors had tried to treat it with medicine, Ars Mentalis and Ars Magica, but managed only to remove the stiffness of the muscles.
The headaches had grown worse until people lay screaming with pain or became insane and had to be subdued by medication or other means. At some point after that, their brains had died, followed by the rest of the body. The mortality rate was reported to be more than nine out of ten.
The disease only attacked a part of the brain known as the
Centrum Potentia
(Baylon: 'Centre of Power'), which is the source of both Ars Magica and Ars Mentalis. As it was unique to Baylons, humans were immune the Disease.
Any contagious disease is a bother in a society like ours, where people can travel instantly from place to place before they even know that they are sick, but a disease that was deadly, contagious,
and
immune to our healing was disastrous.
Specialists had been magically gated to the affected cities to help, but not only did it not help, but some of the specialists had also contracted the disease, which led to another disaster as a few those specialists were sent home before the symptoms broke out.
The same had happen with the high-powered Ars Magica and Ars Mentalis users as they gated and teleported to other cities to get away from the Disease or those who had travelled to other cities, unaware that they carried death with them.