Albian had arrived just in time to see the smoke, hear the cries of the people, and taste the Dragon Fear. He watched as the daylight was slowly blotted out by huge wings, balls of fire, and a dark fog. It was almost dark as night, though sunset was still a few hours off.
As he stood atop that hill, he cried at the scene before him knowing any aid he might have offered would never be enough.
“I've come too late...” He cried.
A wicked deep voice echoed from behind him.
“Nonsense, Albian...”
Albian turned, the wicked voice alive with laughter and glee. A hooded figure stood before him, completely covered. His skeletal hands and burning balls of hatred from beneath his hood were all that could be seen. He advanced like smoke upon a lake; slowly and effortlessly, coming to devour you. His voice, low and purposeful, triggered chills up your spine.
“You're just in time. The festivities are just beginning.”
Albian hated this voice.
It was the one sound in all the world that made his blood boil and ignited his rage. He swallowed, trying to gain control of his temper and the thoughts of action he knew would get him nowhere.
“Vhalos...” he spoke through gritted teeth.
The evil eyes glowed a bit brighter as if he were smiling, “Yes...”
Albian wanted to lunge at the mage, but he knew better. “You...” His voice broke, “How could you?” He wiped the tears from his face, “All those people...”
He took a step back as Vhalos took a step forward and spoke.
“Albian...come now, you knew this day would come...”
Albian squared his shoulders and furrowed his brow, his eyes no more than slits, “I knew you dreamed of this plan, but I never knew you would follow through....” He pointed toward Forrest Keep, “Those people...they didn't deserve this...those poor babies...it's pure evil.”
Albian kept his gaze on Vhalos, while he paced back and forth, watching the mayhem and watching the scene he was currently in. Finally, Vhalos spoke.
“You may not have known today would be the day, but deep down, although you deny it, you knew...you knew this day was coming. You knew I would not give up...I will find her. I will have her, and I will rule her and the world that she spawns. This, deep down, you know too. You fear it, but that doesn't change what you know.”
Albian swallowed his fear, giving him time to speak carefully. Vhalos was dangerous, always, but more so when he was about to gain something he coveted.
“You will not have her, Vhalos!” Albian spoke softly, “Of that, I am sure. You may have conjured up those wicked deeds within the smoke of your spell, but she is off limits, and you will not have her. That part of your plan will not succeed.”
He watched as Vhalos' eyes took on a darker shade of crimson, “I will! It is only a matter of time before I have her. She's just within reach. So close...”
“What makes you so sure?” Albian questioned, already knowing the answer, “I can see this part of the plan has been taken by you, but she is yet to be found. Her identity is still a mystery to you. I can see the truth of that in your eyes and by the fact you’re skulking here, on this hilltop, watching from afar. If you knew where she was to be found, you would be there, not here, enjoying the carnage you're taking such delight in.”
Albian jumped and stumbled back a bit when Vhalos' eyes flashed, and he rushed forward.
“Ah...but she is here, Albian. In Forest Keep! I know not of her name, but I can feel her presence even from this distance. We are linked, she and I, it is only a matter of time before I have her.”
Albian swallowed back his tears. Vhalos was a lot of things, but a liar was not one of them. If he said he would accomplish something, it might not be as soon as he plans but it will happen. Albian moved out of Vhalos' way as he charged forward.
“Anytime now...the soldiers have taken the village...She will be in my grasp before too long.”
Albian knew Vhalos would not gain her this day and slipped away while he had his back turned. With Vhalos so consumed with what was happening in the village, Albian hoped he wouldn't be followed.
Evrah descended the final few feet and landed on the outer edge of the bank of the Keepers River. Flames danced along the waves, prancing from one piece of debris to another until a single flame and fire became one. It was building in heat and intensity.She stood, staring, calculating a way through the gauntlet of liquid inferno and waves. Each time she found a way through, the wind brought more debris and complications.Tracing the water's edge, she paced, looking for a way into the village that wasn't burning. Her need to get to her family and this obstruction was getting worse by the second, as was her frustration.Her last thought before jumping in. This just may be how I die..so be it.She stayed underwater as much as she could, bobbing up every few feet to see where she was. It was a slow task, but she focused on the progress to steady her nerves. She kept her head low, as the winged destroyers flew overhead, still blasting flames at anything untouched or moving.She ducked int
Finally, she made her way inside the main part of Forrest Keep, less clothes and skin, but she had conquered the flaming waves and the gauntlet of soldiers. For the briefest of moments, she leaned against a tree, catching her breath, preparing for more. She scanned the dark skies, but the dragons seemed to stay higher up than before.The armored vigilantes, relaxed and unbridled by fear of the people, wandered here and there pillaging the dead. It was disgusting and made her skin crawl, but it also gave her the freedom to move within the smoke and shadows unnoticed.It was slow going, as every few feet, she had to step over limp frames, wooden blockades, and uprooted cobblestones. Shattered frames of windows, carts, and wagons, upturned and implanted unnaturally throughout the area, made her journey to her family estate all that much harder.She slipped behind what used to be the top Forrest Keep's worship house, to avoid being caught by a patrolling soldier, and tripped over the body
The soldiers dropped to their knees, the captives quieted, and the dragons returned and took up a position around the village. Evrah inched closer, putting her face against the wood, trying to see what had caused everything to stop. A deep voice spoke. The kind that caresses flesh, as it slowly spreads poison against the skin.Smooth and venomous.Evrah could not see the body the voice belonged to, but his words found her ears just fine.“Where is she?” the voice demanded.A soldier, just outside the wagon, stood and spoke in her language.“We did not find her, Master. She must have been warned and fled before we arrived. We have checked everyone...alive. She is not here.”She didn't see what happened, but she watched the man's dead body fall, shaking her hiding place, as it bounced off and landed on the ground. The light through the hole, flashed as a dark robe swished, scraping the wooden wagon as it went by, shouting.“Find her! She is here...or she is close...What of her family? H
Evrah finally crawled from her hiding place once the sounds of departing dragons, heavy wagons moving out, and the trampling footfalls fell to silence. She had sat there at first, waiting to hear the robed figure speak, or the shouts of the soldiers, or even the screeching of dragons, yet for a long period, none of that sounded around her.Her eyes and face burned from the smoke, and she was glad she could no longer taste or smell the things around her. The air was thick, making it hard to draw breath, and for a brief second, Evrah thought it might take her. This Hell might pull her into the dark void that had taken her village and end the agony it left behind.It didn't.She stayed until she felt it was safe. With blade in hand, she had finally emerged from the confines of her hiding place. As she stood, her gaze went around the area, and she thanked The Almighty it was dark and hid the gruesomeness of what she knew was there. With her heart and head hanging, she limped her way throu
Evrah looked around, they were completely alone. Even the night creatures had quieted and stilled. She had no intention of entertaining this old man, as she was in no mood for parlor tricks today.She assumed he must have been one of the many travelers and swindlers who came to town predicting they knew the future. They were all fools, and those who bought into it were bigger ones. They always drew a crowd, foretelling of woes with one hand and robbing folks blind with the other. She had never paid much attention to any of them, and she wasn't going to pay attention to this fool either.“Death would a great favor at the present. Go away and leave me be.”She dropped back into a sitting position only to be dragged back onto her feet, the old man's voice worried in her ear.“Not now. We have no time. You must come with me now. You have about four seconds before the choice is made for you.”She had planned to object but just then the old man pointed off into the dark, and she thought she
Albian, stood scratching his head a moment, staring at the girl face down in the debris. He didn't have to see the matted hair, the tear streaks on her face, or the ripped and tattered wet clothes clinging to her slender frame to know just how much she had been through.Mud and ash smeared all over, let him know she had indeed been in Forrest Keep during the chaos. He knew by looking at her, she must have been on Karlear Mountian when it began because the only way she would have been soaked to the bone was if she crossed the Keepers River.His heart broke for the pain and suffering she had to endure watching death devour her village, but he was immensely proud that she had somehow survived it. Also, It showed she had what she needed to survive and what was in store for her going forward.This was going to be a very hard journey...for all of them.It would be the hardest for her, but none would escape the trials this war would bring. The chaos so far
Evrah's eyes fluttered as she woke from a hard sleep. The smell of damp grass in her nose. She moved and stretched, only to be nuzzled a bit tighter. She opened her eyes fully and gazed around. Bright red copper fur surrounded her, holding her close and keeping her safe.She noticed her clothes were dry and the patches of mud and grime erased from her skin.She placed her palm over her face and sighed, Oh, good grief, this thing didn't wash me like a puppy, did she?Propping herself up on one elbow, she took in her surroundings, trying to figure out where she had been taken. It looked as though they were hidden deep in the underbrush of Widowwoods, just outside Forrest Keep. Next to one of Foxfire's boat-sized feet sat a wash bucket and a cloth, and Evrah sighed with relief.There was no fire, or any other trace they were there. Other than the forest noise, and the old man snoring, she was confident they were indeed hidden away. She slid her gaze
Again, he waved her off, “That is why I told you my name, Evrah. We have many things to discuss but first and foremost, if we are going to work together to fix what has been done, there must be respect between us. You will not like the things I need to tell you, you will not like the things that will have to be done and you will not like me by the time we have finished, but I will always speak to you and treat you with respect and I demand the same from you. Is that understood?”Evrah stood for a long moment staring at the man in front of her. This all seemed like a very bad dream she couldn't shake loose but his tone and the lesson he was teaching sounded much like her father and mother. She remembered how much, above many other things, they hammered that lesson home to her. Respect. You have it and you give it, even when the person in front of you doesn't deserve it. You do. Therefore, you always keep it at hand, like the wind among trees. This small collection of memories struck a
Evarh awakened with a mouth full of dirt and a twinge in her leg. Sputtering, she pushed herself onto her knees and looked around. Nothing was familiar to her. Yet another place she knew nothing about. Albian and Foxfire lay a few feet away and seemed to be awakening as well.The sun was low behind the staggering trees surrounding them. Here and there you could hear the early rustling of the night animals creeping from their dens into the shadows. Night birds began their melody, coaxing day dwellers to sleep and alerting the night walkers, the all was clear.Evrah dusted herself free of the dirt and grass. For the first time, she noticed that her body had been healed and her clothes looked brand new. Even her worn-out dirty boots were as shiny and tough as the day she received them seven years ago, yet they still had that well-worn comfortable feeling.Her focus went to Albian when he spoke.“Evrah, we must be going. We cannot linger here.”She glanced around, searching for a threat t
The unicorn spoke, “I can tell you what I can.”“Can you start with who you are? Do you have a name?”The unicorn laughed but it sounded like a small song playing, “All creatures have a name, child. I can tell you my lower realm name, which is Sylvrmane, but I cannot tell you my spiritual name.”She scratched her head, “Spiritual name?”“Yes, every creature ever created has a spiritual name and a lower realm name. Your lower realm name is, Evrah. That is what you are known by in the lower realms.”“And what is my spiritual name?”“I cannot tell you that...But you already know.”She looked at every face around her, searching for answers or at least further comment but nothing. Everyone was quiet.“I think you are mistaken. I am Evrah Evergreen. That is the only name I have. That is who I am.”Sylvrmane shook her head, “It is not. Your spiritual name is there, inside you. It is the essence of who you are and when the time is right, it will reveal itself to you. Beware Evrah, it is a nam
Albian replied, “This is Pax. A peaceful realm very few have ever witnessed. You are the only reason we are here. It was the power in you that led us here, and the power in you that allowed us entry.”“I don't understand. If you could never get here, how do you know it was me and some kind of power I possess.”He pointed a finger in the air, “Books, my dear. Books. There is much legend that is written about the existence of this place.”“That doesn't sound right., Evrah replied. "If it is such a secret, and hard to find, how would someone know it existed enough to write about it?”“There are many things you do not yet know, but I will say this, your lineage is why we are here. It is the ancients that gained us entry. It is that tie to the past, that you must embrace in order to save the future.”Evrah shook her head, “More cryptic talk. Can you tell me what that means, 'my tie to the past'?”A soft almost musical voice spoke from behind her.“Evrah, wisdom comes with age and experienc
Evrah was in awe of the place. She didn't catch the name of the place as the beauty drowned everything else out. It was a mix of majestic creatures and a wonderous landscape. One fused with the other, as if the two were a pair of lovers twisted around one another dancing to the sweet melody of nature. Soft light split through the canopy above, splashing the dark green plush grass, lighting each blade as if to showcase how individual each was and how they worked in harmony to cover the canvas, making an extraordinary picture. Small fluffy-tailed creatures darted from one branch to another, gathering nuts, berries, and twigs. Birds of every size, looking as if they flew through a painted rainbow, gathering varying colors, squawked and flew from here and there, dodging the other wildlife or perching for rest. Out in the expanse of land, ran herds of animals, none hunting the other, all gathered in peace- roaming, playing, or lying in the sun, enjoying the bliss of the sun's warmth upon t
Again, he waved her off, “That is why I told you my name, Evrah. We have many things to discuss but first and foremost, if we are going to work together to fix what has been done, there must be respect between us. You will not like the things I need to tell you, you will not like the things that will have to be done and you will not like me by the time we have finished, but I will always speak to you and treat you with respect and I demand the same from you. Is that understood?”Evrah stood for a long moment staring at the man in front of her. This all seemed like a very bad dream she couldn't shake loose but his tone and the lesson he was teaching sounded much like her father and mother. She remembered how much, above many other things, they hammered that lesson home to her. Respect. You have it and you give it, even when the person in front of you doesn't deserve it. You do. Therefore, you always keep it at hand, like the wind among trees. This small collection of memories struck a
Evrah's eyes fluttered as she woke from a hard sleep. The smell of damp grass in her nose. She moved and stretched, only to be nuzzled a bit tighter. She opened her eyes fully and gazed around. Bright red copper fur surrounded her, holding her close and keeping her safe.She noticed her clothes were dry and the patches of mud and grime erased from her skin.She placed her palm over her face and sighed, Oh, good grief, this thing didn't wash me like a puppy, did she?Propping herself up on one elbow, she took in her surroundings, trying to figure out where she had been taken. It looked as though they were hidden deep in the underbrush of Widowwoods, just outside Forrest Keep. Next to one of Foxfire's boat-sized feet sat a wash bucket and a cloth, and Evrah sighed with relief.There was no fire, or any other trace they were there. Other than the forest noise, and the old man snoring, she was confident they were indeed hidden away. She slid her gaze
Albian, stood scratching his head a moment, staring at the girl face down in the debris. He didn't have to see the matted hair, the tear streaks on her face, or the ripped and tattered wet clothes clinging to her slender frame to know just how much she had been through.Mud and ash smeared all over, let him know she had indeed been in Forrest Keep during the chaos. He knew by looking at her, she must have been on Karlear Mountian when it began because the only way she would have been soaked to the bone was if she crossed the Keepers River.His heart broke for the pain and suffering she had to endure watching death devour her village, but he was immensely proud that she had somehow survived it. Also, It showed she had what she needed to survive and what was in store for her going forward.This was going to be a very hard journey...for all of them.It would be the hardest for her, but none would escape the trials this war would bring. The chaos so far
Evrah looked around, they were completely alone. Even the night creatures had quieted and stilled. She had no intention of entertaining this old man, as she was in no mood for parlor tricks today.She assumed he must have been one of the many travelers and swindlers who came to town predicting they knew the future. They were all fools, and those who bought into it were bigger ones. They always drew a crowd, foretelling of woes with one hand and robbing folks blind with the other. She had never paid much attention to any of them, and she wasn't going to pay attention to this fool either.“Death would a great favor at the present. Go away and leave me be.”She dropped back into a sitting position only to be dragged back onto her feet, the old man's voice worried in her ear.“Not now. We have no time. You must come with me now. You have about four seconds before the choice is made for you.”She had planned to object but just then the old man pointed off into the dark, and she thought she
Evrah finally crawled from her hiding place once the sounds of departing dragons, heavy wagons moving out, and the trampling footfalls fell to silence. She had sat there at first, waiting to hear the robed figure speak, or the shouts of the soldiers, or even the screeching of dragons, yet for a long period, none of that sounded around her.Her eyes and face burned from the smoke, and she was glad she could no longer taste or smell the things around her. The air was thick, making it hard to draw breath, and for a brief second, Evrah thought it might take her. This Hell might pull her into the dark void that had taken her village and end the agony it left behind.It didn't.She stayed until she felt it was safe. With blade in hand, she had finally emerged from the confines of her hiding place. As she stood, her gaze went around the area, and she thanked The Almighty it was dark and hid the gruesomeness of what she knew was there. With her heart and head hanging, she limped her way throu