You Are A Weapon
“I will never understand why you saved her,” my grandfather said from behind the tent wall. “You need to stop acting like she’s your real daughter. She’s one of them. It’s only a matter of time before she snaps and hurts your son.”
I crept over the hot sand, careful not to make any noise. I placed my hands on the animal-skin wall and leaned closer to hear them talking about me. My family’s shadows were visible through the tarp as vague and blurry silhouettes.
Dad gave a gruff sigh. “I’m sick of having this conversation.”
“Aberym, Sacet is a part of our family now,” my mother chimed in. “And we will protect her.”
Would I get in trouble if they knew I was listening in? No, I had a right to know.
“I’m not asking to kill her, Enni,” my grandfather replied. “But she shouldn’t be here with our people.”
I gasped, then held my breath as his outline moved closer to the wall I was hiding behind. I knew he hated me, but not that much.
“That’s not for you to decide,” my father replied.
My grandfather sighed and I saw his silhouette lower, perhaps to sit. “Today I spied on her. She used her powers again to make a portal from here all the way to the lake without seeing it. Now, imagine if she had training ...”
“She’s ten cycles old!” my mother blurted, before adjusting back to a whisper. “She won’t be a part of this war anymore.”
That’s right, you tell him! I fought the urge to agree out loud.
“We’re not putting a gun in our daughter’s hands,” my father added.
“You won’t have to,” my grandfather assured, standing again and pacing. “Think about it. She could unite our scattered people with these portals. Our armies could teleport all over the world and strike back against the Dominions.
“I need to test how far these portals can go. Maybe there is no limit? Let me take her to the other settlements. We could make a link between our people ... for trade at first. And on the way I’ll train her to defend herself.”
Mum approached, now face-to-face with him. “No.”
My grandfather scoffed. “Come now, you’ve babied this weapon long enough. Son? Please see reason.”
I put my hand over my mouth to stifle a cry. I’m just a thing to him? There was an extended silence. I froze in place. I could hear my own heart beating.
“You’re getting too old for this,” Dad finally replied. “You can’t fight like you used to. So ... we’ll go with you. All of us together, as a family. And only to help unite our people.”
Footsteps thudded on the rocky pathway leading up to our tent. I ducked down even lower by the side wall. Another shadow, smaller than the others, ran inside.
“Arleigh?” Mum said. “What’s the matter?”
I could hear my friend panting, unable to speak.
“Where’s Eno?” Mum persisted. “I thought you were taking care of him?”
“I ... I can’t find him,” she managed between gasps. “We were playing ... and ...”
“The river,” my father said, cutting Arleigh short. “Did you check there?”
The silhouettes rushed out together.
“Where did you last see him?” I heard mother say as they ran to the village’s centre.
I clambered up from my hiding spot by the tent’s side and watched them run down the path. Dad, Arleigh, and my grandfather made for the river, while Mum ducked into the other tents to alert the villagers.
Where had my little brother gotten to? If it were me on toddler-duty, he’d be bugging me to climb the cliffs with him again. He wanted to see the wastelands for himself. Maybe that’s where he went?
I sprinted down the path and headed to the east side of the village. As I passed the tents, I received several disparaging stares from the villagers. They must have thought I was up to something, as usual.
Finally clear of the village, I began scaling the winding cliff path as fast as I was able. After scrambling over numerous dirt chunks and boulders, I paused along a cliff ledge to catch my breath.
I turned and peered back down into the canyon. There was an almost sheer drop below. The settlement, nestled between the canyon’s wall and the winding river, was now abuzz with villagers fanning out and searching for Eno. Many headed along the riverbank in both directions.
Would they have shown this much concern for me? Probably not. I clenched my fists.
Looking down at the winding path, I noticed a fresh set of tracks in the sand alongside mine, belonging to someone much smaller. Eno. The tracks led to an offshoot of the canyon, the dry chasm. Of course, the one place my parents told me to never go.
I should probably tell someone. I opened my mouth, about to call out to the people below. Wait, if I found him first, maybe the villagers would finally treat me better? Maybe my grandfather would stop hating me? I should be the one to bring him back.
I turned my back to the settlement and followed the footprints. The ledge grew narrower and forked into numerous, crumbly paths. The footprints were now lost along the rocky ground. He couldn’t have climbed out of the canyon yet, surely?
I chose the higher path, keeping as close to the cliff as I could. It wasn’t long before I heard the faintest of whimpers coming from below.
“Eno?” I called out. I got on my knees and slid closer to the edge to peer over the side, down into the deep chasm. “Where are you?”
“Sassy!” I heard him call up.
There he was, sitting with his back to the rocks on a lower layer that jutted out from the cliff. There was nowhere for him to go, other than down. Tears had swelled around his blue eyes. His clothes and even his normally blond hair were covered in dirt, no doubt from falling and attempting to climb back up.
“Sassa, I want mummy,” he pleaded. “I want mummy!”
“Don’t move!” I shouted, my voice echoing throughout the chasm. “I’m coming to get you, okay?”
I was determined to be the one to rescue him. I’d prove how grown up I was, how trustworthy. I stood up, backed away from the ledge, closed my eyes and began to twirl my fingers. Picturing both Eno’s ledge and my own position in my mind, I strained until all of my muscles went stiff.
Something was off. I had made three portals today, the most I’d ever made. I felt really drained. I kept straining, but nothing seemed to come from my effort. It was no use.
“Sassa!”
“Hold on!” I got back down on my knees and positioned myself on the ledge directly over him as he began to bawl. “Mummy’s on her way, alright? She’s coming.”
Eno wasn’t that far down, I could reach him. I threw out my hand. “Eno, grab me. Big sis can pull you up.”
He refused to budge, instead continuing to moan, which echoed off the canyon walls.
“Come on, reach Sassy’s hand,” I said, but it didn’t motivate him.
A harsh, screeching noise sounded from farther down the chasm. Eno stopped bawling and we both went silent. We knew what it was.
“Eno ... take my hand,” I said, much quieter than before. “Stand up and reach.”
A new kind of fear had taken my brother. He stood up, eyes wide and tear-filled, and mouth agape but silent.
Scuttling insectoid legs hammered below. The intense echoing made it impossible to know how many of them there were. But then I saw one. The behemoth rose from the depths of the chasm, scaling the wall with ease as if it were flat ground. A Necrolisk.
“Eno?” I called out, my eyes fixed upon the creature. I felt a brush against my fingertips and looked down to see Eno reaching out. I latched onto his sweaty, dirt-encrusted hand and yanked him up. I grabbed him with both arms and ran towards the village.
The Necrolisk reached the ledge to our side and launched itself onto the path, blocking our only way back. Its carapace was covered in spikes and glistening crimson scales. Its sharp head, more teeth than anything else, sickeningly snapped about, before locating us. The six legs danced up and down as the creature turned to face us. It raised its gigantic claws high into the air.
I had never seen a live Necrolisk up close before. Its size was menacing, far larger than any man from our village. My blood was ice.
It opened its jaws and roared again, almost deafening me. My legs refused to move. More scuttling could be heard by the chasm to our side. The creature lowered its head and slowly closed in, as if relishing the kill.
My shaking legs gave way, and I fell with Eno back into the sand. Eno squealed and plunged his face into my robes. I kicked at the sand to push us back, but the monster was already looming over us. One of its pincers opened and hovered around my head, preparing to snap shut. The inside was filled with razor-sharp barbs.
There was an explosion and a shower of green blood engulfed us. Eno flew out of my grasp to the side. After clearing the blood from my eyes, I shot back up again. The Necrolisk’s body was headless, unmoving and slumped against the cliff wall.
On the other side of the chasm, on the highest ledge of the cliffs, our parents stood with their rifles aimed at the fallen monster.
“Sacet, take Eno and get back to the village!” Mum shouted before the canyon repeated her commands over and over.
The scuttling grew louder, and Eno and I saw at least ten more Necrolisks ascending the other side of the chasm, right towards mum and dad. They noticed them, too, and backed away from the ledge.
“Go!” Dad called out, gesturing back to safety.
They both climbed up and out of the canyon, then ran into the desert wastes and out of sight. Their pursuers reached the canyon’s precipice and followed.
Eno was sitting to my side, shaking and not taking his eye off the monster’s corpse in front of us. He flicked his hands towards the creature as if he were trying to push it away.
“No! Get away,” he screamed, sobbing as he did so. “Stop it! Get away!”
As if listening to him, the carcass slowly dangled over the ledge, then slid off, before tumbling back down into the chasm’s depths.
I still couldn’t move. I looked down at my robes, mottled in the monster’s green blood.
A horde of other villagers, many holding weapons, clambered up the rocks towards us. I recognised the white beard of our grandfather leading them. A shrill scream in the distance broke my stupor.
“Mumma?” Eno cried out, rising and scanning the other side of the canyon. “Mummy? Mum!”
The villagers stopped in their tracks and looked to the other side of the chasm. The gunfire had ceased. Aside from Eno’s cries, the canyon went silent.
“Azua!” our grandfather called out, his words echoing along the rocks. “Azua, are you okay?” He waited for a moment, before directing the others. “Go!”
The villagers hurriedly changed direction, heading down the canyon path to find a way up the other side.
Our grandfather turned back to us and continued the climb. When he reached us he leant down and picked up a now bawling Eno. With Eno tucked in his arms, he looked down at me for a moment, before turning back to the path and leaving me to sit alone.
Later that night
Eno was lying on his pelt-covered bed, not moving, and not as excitable as his usual self. I crashed onto my own bed and bashed my pillow.
“Thank-you for your father’s offer, but we’re not going with you,” my grandfather said to our visitor at the tent’s entrance. “Tell him we wish the rest of you luck, but we have our own plan.”
Arleigh stood at the parted doorway, confused. “Well, can I at least say goodbye to Eno ... to Sacet?”
My grandfather shook his head. “We’ll say our goodbyes when we part ways in the morning.”
Arleigh hesitated, but nodded, and gave a half-wave to Eno and I.
My grandfather closed the cloth door, looked down at the ground, and turned back to us. He took a seat on Eno’s trunk and focused on me. “Why, Sacet. Why did you have to take Eno up there?”
I clambered to the end of my bed and stared at him pleadingly. “I didn’t! I was the one who found him.”
He sneered and shook his head. “Why do you keep lying to me?”
I smacked the bed. “I’m not! Why won’t you believe me?”
He sighed. The wind howled, rippling the edges of the tent.
I wiped away a tear. “Why do we have to leave?”
“The village is packing up. We can’t stay this close to Necrolisks.”
“But why can’t we stay with the others?” I shot back. “It’s safer together.”
“I want mummy and daddy to come, too,” Eno cried out, breaking his silence. He shot up from his bed and punched his sheets, mimicking me.
Our grandfather closed his eyes and then tried his best to compose himself before looking back at Eno. “Your mum and dad have gone far away.”
“Don’t lie to him,” I said. “You are the King of lies.”
He stood up from the trunk. “Sacet, you can’t talk to me that way. I’m your grandfather.”
“No, you’re not!” I yelled back, before throwing myself face-first into my pillow behind me. Tears formed in my eyes and dampened the fabric upon my cheek.
He went quiet. “What do you remember? Where you came from? What you are?”
“Everything,” I muffled through my pillow.
I could hear Eno get out of his bed and amble over to me. He prodded me in the side. “Hey, Sassy? Where’s mummy?”
I sat up, tears now flowing freely, and brought Eno onto my bed to hug him. “They’re dead, Eno. They’re dead and they’re never coming back.” I bawled and held Eno tight.
The toddler wore a far more baffled look than before. “Ne – ver?”
We looked at our grandfather and I shook my head. “I heard what you said today. Why did you say those things? I would never hurt Eno! I love him.”
He raised an eyebrow and smirked. “That was just ... you must have misheard.”
“No more lies!” I shouted back. “You think I’m a weapon.”
“Yeah,” Eno agreed, although not sure to what. “Bring mummy back!”
Our grandfather leant over and picked up Eno, then sat back down on the trunk with my brother on his knee. He gave a warm smile as if defeated. “You’re absolutely right, Sacet. The truth is you are a weapon. I will train you to be the deadliest warrior this world has ever seen.”
He lowered his head closer to me. “But there is one lie I want you to keep and never forget.” He gestured down at his grandson. “You are his big sister. He is your brother. And we are a family.”
