Chapter 11

'Goodmorning' proclaimed Mys Tara to me as I slowly woke up from my slumber. I had some warm milk last night because I couldn't sleep. I woke up around midnight and was too restless to go back to sleep so I went to the kitchen and drank some warm milk after which I went back to bed. The warm milk contributed to me sleeping out.

'Wakey Wakey, eggs and bakey' Mys Tara joked as she got ready to throw a bucket of ice-cold water in my face. I could barely see it coming through my squinched eyes but it was too late. I tried my best to protect myself with my arms and hands. But the cold water came rushing and I got drenched. My hair; my face; everything was wet and cold. I looked at Mys Tara grudgingly as she let out a maniacal laugh.

Her laughter sounded very metallic, as if her abdomen was empty and hollow. Her laughter woke me up more than the rush of ice cold water I thought to myself as I got my drenched pillow and pulled 'm over my head to cover my ears. I then said 'Stoooawn' I was trying to say stop but somehow it turned into a yawn. This attempt to stop Mys Tara from hurting my ears with her laughter only made things worse as Mys Tara dropped to the floor rolling around laughing even louder than before. I had had enough; this was not how I had wanted to wake up so I stood up and was on my way to the bathroom to dry myself off with a towel but Mys Tara stopped me by saying 'Wait' in between her laughter as she was gasping for air she continued; 'Your clothes are wet.'

'That is what happens when you drench someone with ice-cold water' I replied sarcastically. 'Boren has a new set of clothes for you to wear. It is for when you go to the Tamarin Jungle tomorrow. He's in the kitchen.' She then covered her mouth with her hands again to prevent the next outburst of laughter reaching me but I heard her laugh anyways. I guess Mys Tara is the visualization type. One who visualizes situations after they have happened reliving whatever it was that they or in this case she has gone through.

After concluding that I turned around and went to the kitchen where I saw Boren.

As Boren noticed me coming into the kitchen he said worryingly 'You're wet! Are you alright? Did you pee in your bed?'

My face turned red as I loudly proclaimed 'NO! It was Mys Tara! She threw ice cold water in my face!'

Boren chuckled to which I replied with a glare showing that I did not approve of such jokes nor did I appreciate them nor do I appreciate people laughing about it. Especially not if they are older than me and thus ought to be more mature. But I guess being older doesn't inadvertently mean that you're going to be more matured.

'I was told that you found a change of clothes for my quest.' I said to Boren. 'Could you maybe get it for me since walking around in these wet clothes isn't good for my health. I could catch a cold from it.

'Ah yes, I'll go get your clothes. I'll be right back. I put them in the training room.'

Boren stood up and went off to the training room so I took this opportunity to go to the bathroom to dry off my face. After drying my face and putting my hair in order which was all over the place; probably because of the restless night; I went back to the kitchen. Boren had already rushed back and was putting the clothes in order. Mys Tara had also arrived in the kitchen to put the bucket back where it belonged. 'I'll get her back for that' I thought to myself. Then I walked to the table on which my new clothes laid as I said 'So those are my new clothes.' Then I recognized what they were. 'Those aren't clothes! That is a Dragoon Riders armor! Why would I ever wear that!' I said. I started getting upset. 'What is this? Some kind of sick joke!? Trying to make me wear the clothes of they who killed my servants guards and kidnapped my father?'

'No, No! It's no joke; It's part of the plan. You need it as a reason for being unknown to the Tamarin.' Boren said.

'What do you mean? Don't you think it is about time that you tell me about this plan?' I said with an angry tone of voice; 'I mean I am a part of it am I not?'

Mys Tara and Boren then looked at one another for a moment and after some non-verbal communication in the form of shrugging and nodding Boren conceded.

'Okay I'll tell you about our plan. Why not come sit with us first?'

So I went to sit down at the table trying to calm down so I could listen more carefully. When we had all taken a seat Boren started talking. 'This is the plan: First we drop you off in the Tamarin jungle where you will sit at a campfire. The Tamarin, Druid and Klaver don't use open fires in the forest in fear of forest-fires so they will find you in no time.'

Mys Tara then took over as she thought Boren was taking too long to explain; 'There is actually a forth tribe of the people of the forest. They lived in the jungle a long time ago but due to the war and deforestation they lost their home and decided to become nomads. They stealth themselves or wear disguises most of the time. But from time to time they come back to the jungle to participate in the trial of hunting a thornwolverine. You will pose as one of them that was living with the Dragoon Riders. Your alibi will be that you used to hide amongst the dragoon riders but due to their recent involvement in the upcoming war you fled. You will have fallen, hit your head and lost most of your memories.'

'That sounds pretty far-fetched...' I reply; Don't you have any better ideas? Also what is this fourth tribe called? '

'They are called the Huin Seseum' replies my bracelet. 'So I should change into a Huin Seseum right?'

'Yeah you should but you can't. The Huin Seseum is one of 3 races that you are unable to change into due to a lack of information.'

'So they are even more elusive than the people of the forest?'

'They definitely are. The northern part of Jin is where they used to live; They lived in the jungle on the floating rocks. Because those rocks are constantly moving and they provide a constant amount of mana they stay permanently stealthed. But the place has become inhabitable due to Jins continual effort to dominate the world.' Boren answered somberly.

'That is sad. So what about the other 2 races that I'm unable to change into. Which are they?'

'One is the dark elves, the place they inhabit is toxic and they have never come out of their toxic environment. We only know of them from hear-say. Then there is also a race that lives on Lunar Isle to the north.'

'Why do you have no information on the race on Lunar Isle?' I asked.

Lunar Isle is part of the kingdom of Joren but has its own government due to it being too far from the mainland to be properly governed from here but it shouldn't be so remote so that even the Ancients can't get there right?

'It is out of the range of the Golden Towers signal so we can't get there.' Boren answered.

'Oh' I laughed a bit, 'didn't expect that. So is it dangerous for you to go out of range of the signal?'

'That is classified tactical information that we cannot just share with anyone. But I think we can trust you.' Mys Tara said. She glanced at Boren who seemed to agree so she continued: 'When we lose signal to the golden tower the bodies we then inhabit stop functioning because our minds which are in the database can't keep the connection. It is like our minds are in a different place. But we are only able to access the database when we are in this form that we hold right now but the database is able to connect with us even when we transform into a different body. So regardless of the body we cannot get out of range. As for how far that range actually is... Sorry can't tell you simply because nobody has tried to find out except theoretical that is.'

Then we stayed silent. In my head I went back to where this conversation started. The Dragoon Rider armor. 'I guess I can understand why I should wear this. Where did you get it at anyways?'

'I stole it from the Dragoon Riders when I was gathering Intel from them; plus it was a little payback for what they did to you and your father.' Mys Tara said; I can almost imagine her Tamarin face grinning but her metal face shows very little emotion. Kind of like how I used to be. Perhaps changing bodies has changed me. The chemical make-up is different and that could be affecting my brains; I wonder if I'll change back to my sulky quiet self if I change back to human.

'So this must have happened pretty recently, did you do that while I was training or something? What sort of Intel did you gather? Anything about my father?' I asked.

'Well I did it while I was waiting for some of the equipment for the transformer since I had some time to kill. I did gather some Intel on your father but...' she looks at Boren again.

Boren shakes his head.

'Anyways, what do you want to eat?' Mys Tara asks out of the blue.

'Wait, what just happened? Don't play tricks on me, if its about my father I have a right to know.' I reply. I have to know, what could it be I wonder.

Mys Tara looks at Boren again; 'I think it is better if you don't know, it could interfere in you completing your quest. But I can promise that completing the quest will get you closer to your father.' Boren says seeing that Mys Tara didn't know what to say in this type of situation.

'I can decide that for myself; just tell me and I'll know if its good to know or not. I need to know regardless.' I say slightly frustrated. They seem to look down on me because I'm a kid. I don't like that, it hurts my pride.

Boren sighs; 'True enough, you have a right to know but I want you to reconsider, we are doing this because we care for you. You mean a lot to us and we don't want to see you hurt.'

My eyes widen after these words; what could it be that they would think I would feel hurt.

'Now I really need to know.' I say.

Boren sighs even more looks to Mys Tara hoping that she knew a way to convince me but he could see it in her red eyes that she had no idea either. It almost seemed as if they were able to talk to one another with words. Though if I think about it; since they are both connected to the database it wouldn't be very surprising if they could.

Boren then finally decides to reply; 'Mys Tara found out from hear-say that your father wasn't captured but defected to Jin due to which his life was spared by the Dragoon Riders. He is now in the Tamarin Jungle trying to convince the people of the forest to join Jin's cause of taking over Joren. I am sorry but it seems like your father is the enemies diplomat and you two will have to wage a war of words to prevent a war from breaking out. You will need to protect your family and country in this quest.'

My mind had gone blank after hearing that my father defected. Sure he had a lot of friends in Jin but he always talked fondly of Joren and his older brother the king. He was one of the key corner stones that made up the royal family that led Joren to prosperity; why would he ever take all of that away? I need to find out. I need time to think, I need... I stood up; 'I'm going to go to the training room'

I didn't need to say much more; my face said it all so they let me go.

I went and tried looking for a training that would allow me to clear my mind and to get rid of frustration.