Simply Encredible

In a time where technology was widely believed to be a type of witchcraft, in an age where Ronisgald stood in fear of invasion from the mysterious elves of Ircandesta, the strange beast-men of Longshore, and the enigmatic inhabitants of Rimstak, a lone heroine with a tragic past rose from obscurity to restore Truth and Justice to a country in desperate need.

Wielding the tools of her trade, she fought the corruption of the church, stood fast against those who would harm the innocent, and defiantly faced the darkest of forces to protect those lucky enough to be her friends.

This is the tale of Excelsia Encredible.


5. A New Dawn

Flit awoke with a yelp to find herself in a large bed, bandages over her injuries.  Of more immediate alarm, however, was that she couldn’t feel her right arm.  She looked to it, only to find a bandaged stump scarcely five inches long. 

Hurting and confused, she looked around the room to try and figure out where she had been taken.  It was a comfortable room; the bed was quite large, and someone had tucked her under several handmade quilts.  Her clothes were folded and cleaned and placed on the wooden dresser.  The only other furniture were the chair and a polished wooden desk in front of the circular window  on the wall to the right of the bed. 

Something started beeped behind her.  Flit slowly turned as much as she could, wincing as she moved.  The beeping was coming from a small metal box attached to the wall behind her. 

She was still staring at it when the door opened, revealing a familiar face.

"Ah, I was thinking I heard movement." Enya said.  She smiled at Flit, relief clear in her eyes.  "I was beginning to believe there was more damage than I originally believed."

"Miss Enya?"

Enya bobbed her head.  "It is me.  Are you remembering yourself?"


"Your name.  Concussive injuries from the explosion coupled with the trauma brought by the loss of your arm could have caused some loss of long term memory, and I wish to determine if there is any deterioration of the ..."


Enya scratched her cheek for a moment before saying, "Do you remember who you are?"

Memories from the tower flooded back into Flit's mind.


"Your name is Sky?"

Flit shook her head.  "No, Sky's my friend!  And Janis, and Dren!  Are they okay?"

"Were they on the church tower?" Enya asked curiously.

Something about the way Enya asked that question filled Flit with dread.  "Flit and Janis were, yes."

Enya bowed her head.  "There is something you need to see."


As they stepped out of the house, Flit realized that they were in Enya's strange hill-house.  A large cart was in front of the house, filled with all manner of containers and cases.

Before she could ask about the cart, Flit's eyes spotted the church.  Even from the residential area, she could make out the northwest tower ... or rather, what was left of it.  The entire top of the tower was completely gone; at least the final three or four flights of stairs had been destroyed.

Flit sank to her knees, her strength seeping out of her.  "Sky ... Janis ..."

Enya knelt down, sympathy in her eyes as she said, "I am sorry for your loss."

Flit sniffed as she tried to suppress the tears, but seeing her sadness mirrored in Enya's eyes was too much.  She fell into Enya's embrace and cried. 

Enya smoothed her hair, whispering soothingly, "It is being all right, my child."

"It was my fault." Flit sobbed.  "I stabbed the templar in the eyes and made it blow up!"

"Shh.  It wasn't your fault; the Sigma Templar series were always plagued with malfunctions.  They self-destruct even when not damaged."

Flit felt reassured by Enya's words, even if she didn't understand what Enya was talking about.  She let go of Enya, saying softly.  "Thank you."

"I am glad if I can assist.  Are you having any more friends?"

Flit perked up instantly.  "Dren!  Dren wasn't in the tower!  He distracted the priests while we snuck in."

"Do you know where we could be finding him?"

Nodding, Flit said, "We have a little place in one of the warehouses.  He might be waiting there!"

She started to run off, but Enya caught her remaining arm.  "You should not be running; you were badly injured."

"I have to find Dren." Flit told her.  "He's the only family I have left!"

Sighing, Enya put her hand on Flit's shoulder.  "Very well, but you should not run.  In addition, I will be going with you."

As they walked through the town, Flit kept her eyes open for any sign of Dren.  After all, he was probably looking for her as well, and she didn't want to pass him accidentally.  The townsfolk were all going about their business as though everything were fine.  It seemed strange to Flit; surely, the destruction of the church tower would've had everyone gossiping.

The stump of her arm was beginning to hurt as well. She tried to ignore it, but with each step it seemed to grow in intensity.

As they reached the warehouse, Flit hesitated; she liked Enya, but she wasn't sure she should be giving away the location of their shelter to a stranger.

"Go ahead, child." Enya said, taking her hand off of Flit's shoulder.  "I will be waiting here."

Flit walked to the warehouse that was their shelter.  With some difficulty, she managed to push open the panel; unfortunately, there was a large man standing just behind it.

"What the devil?" He exclaimed, turning around.  Spotting Flit, he said, "Oh, so here's one of the mice who nested in my storehouse."

He stopped when he got a better look at her.  Concern filled his face instantly.  “By the Creator, child; you look to have had a rough time of it.”

Flit was petrified; she couldn't fight in her condition; she couldn't even run away.  To her surprise, the man laughed.

"Easy, there." He told here, stooping down slightly.  "I ain't gonna toss ya to the guards.  Used to be a mouse meself.  Besides, it looks like you and your lot left my wares well enough alone."

Feeling a little less nervous, Flit asked, "Please, sir; I'm looking for one of my friends.  He's fair headed and about a head taller than me, and …"

"Slow down, little mouse, slow down.  You ain't talkin' about that kid they found the night the church tower blew up, are ya?"

Her heart sank.  "He was caught?"

"Yeah, priests caught him sneakin' around inside the church and had him arrested.  Probably thought he was stealin' something."

"Where did they take him?  Maybe I can …"

The look on the portly fellow's face made her stop abruptly.

"I'm sorry, miss." He said, taking off his hat.  "They carted him off to Lansbury a few days back with a bunch of other blokes.  The king don't like keeping prisoners in the city."

"Lansbury Prison?" She whispered, her heart sinking even further.

"The King's laws on theft are quite strict, and he don't think age is an issue.  I think he's just being a hard-arse; easy for him to be going on about how wrong theft is when he's got a nice castle and plenty to eat." The man sighed and shook his head.  "I'm sorry about your friend, really I am."

Flit said quietly, "Thank you mister.  Do you mind if I get a few things?"

"Ah, sure thing.  I'm taking inventory, so just give me a shout if you need something." 

With a final smile, the man went about his work, whistling a jaunty tune as he scratched at his paper with one of Enya's pens.

Flit climbed into her shelter with some difficulty; having one arm in a cast and sling made it more precarious than it had been previously.  Almost immediately, she realized something was wrong.  The straw and sacks were disheveled and scattered, as though no one had been there for days.  The leftover bread was as hard as a rock, the cheese now completely covered with mold.

When she saw Sky's makeshift bed, she almost started crying again.  Part of her didn't want to believe her friend was really dead, but seeing the tower had made it clear that she had been lucky to survive.  She sat down on the bed and rubbed her remaining hand on the burlap sacks, whispering, "I'm sorry, Sky.  I'm sorry I couldn't save you."

Something made a crinkling sound beneath the sacks.  Curious, Sky moved aside the sacks to reveal the stack of paper Dren had bought for Sky.  On the very top of the stack was a single picture of the four of them around the crate that was their table.  Janis was explaining something to a smirking Dren while Flit laughed and Sky tended the fire with her usual mysterious smile.

"This wasn't supposed to happen." She said as a tear slid down her cheek.  "We were supposed to be happy.  We were supposed to get a house and stay together forever."

"Did you say something, miss?"

Glancing over in the direction of the man's voice, Flit called out, "No, sir.  I was just leaving."  She slipped the picture into her pocket and started climbing over the crates again.

The man smiled at her as she hopped back to the floor.  "Get what you needed?"

She nodded and said, "Yes sir."

As she headed for the secret panel, he asked, "Would you lot like some stew?  I can have the missus whip up some extra, if you like."

Flit paused, her hand resting against the rough surface of the wood.  "Thank you, sir, truly, but there's no need.  I'm the last one out."

Concern filled his face again.  “Are you sure you’ll be okay, child?”

She wasn’t, but the man seemed so earnest, she couldn’t bear to tell him that.  “It’s worse than it looks.” She lied, flashing as best a smile as she could muster.

He stared at her a moment before nodding and saying, “Well, if you ever need something, just come to the office and ask for ol’ Kobb, okay?”

“I will.” Flit said, bobbing her head politely.  “Goodbye, sir … and thanks.”

Enya was waiting outside the warehouse.  One look on her face made it clear she knew everything.

"You peeked?" Flit asked.

Enya shrugged, saying, "Just caught a glimpse out of the corner of my eye.  Are you being mad?"

Flit looked at her for a moment before bowing her head.  "They're all gone.  I'm ... I'm all alone again."

"Oh, young one ..." Enya knelt down and hugged Flit.  Unable to hold it in anymore, Flit cried into her shoulder.

"Shhhhh." Enya whispered.  "You are not alone, child."

"You asked to learn my craft.  If you still desire it, you may accompany me."

Flit looked up, her tear-stained eyes wide. "Really?"

Enya smiled at her, saying, "Truly.  Bear in mind, however, that I am still leaving the city; if you come with me, we may not return for a long time, if ever.  It is not a decision to make lightly."

Flit looked back at the warehouse, then to her lost arm before saying, "There's nothing left for me here.  I'll go ... if you'll have me."

Enya smiled again.  "I am glad.  Before I can take you as my own, I would ask your name."

"Flit ..." Flit paused for a moment before letting out a sigh.  "Flit is what my friends called me.  My real name is Excelsia."

"Then from today, you will be as my own daughter, Excelsia Encredible.  Now come; we have a long journey ahead of us."


They rode out of the city that very evening.  As they drove across the drawbridge, Excelsia looked back at the church tower one final time. 

"Goodbye, Sky.  Goodbye, Janis." She whispered sadly.  When she turned back, Enya was looking at her.  Excelsia hugged her side, saying, "Thank you ... mother."

Enya wrapped an arm around her, saying, "Anytime."


Deep within the Celestial Cathedral, Almer Genovis, head priest of the order of Celestial Light stared silently at a worn stone covered with strange symbols.  His face was a mask of concentration as he pondered the symbols, willing their secrets to come to him.

As another priest entered the room, Father Genovis’s asked casually, “Has she been discovered?”

“The witch has sought protection among her own.  We caught one of her allies, but the others have escaped.”

Father Genovis’s face was unreadable.  “That is unfortunate, but ultimately of no concern.  Tell me, Brother Tryan, what do you make of the stone?”

Brother Tryan looked at the stone for a moment before saying, “Nothing, your Grace.  Ancient letters long lost to us.”

“Not lost.” Father Genovis corrected.  “Forgotten.  Soon to be remembered.”

“Your Grace?”

“I feel I am close to understanding the secret of the stone.  My meditations bring me closer to translating the writing each day.”

“How is that possible, your grace?”

“It must be the will of the Creator.” turning to Brother Tryan, Father Genovis said, “Think of it, Brother; a secret given to us by the Creator himself.  This could bring us to a new age of enlightenment, or perhaps reveal the ultimate truth.  It is an exciting day, is it not?”

“Indeed, your Grace.” Brother Tryan replied. 

After staring at the stone for a few more moments, Father Genovis turned to Brother Tryan and said, “Have our agents keep an eye on the witch.  She may yet come in useful.”

“Forgive me, Father, but how could a witch help spread the teachings of light?”

“I do not know.” Father Genovis replied, rubbing his bearded chin thoughtfully.  “But I feel she may have a part to play in the Creator’s plan.  Have her watched, nothing more.”

“Yes, your Grace.” With a final bow, Brother Tryan left the sanctum.

Father Genovis continued staring at the stone, murmuring, “Reveal your truth to me.  Show me your secrets, so that I might purge the darkness from this realm.”

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