Rex sighed as a familiar view breached his awareness. “Not this again,” he said aloud, looking down the long dark stone hallway, sighing as he slid his hand down over his face. He had a good sense of where he was, he had constantly been having this same dream as of late. He would make his way down the hallway, a loud deep rumbling sound of breathing following, an occasional whisper of his name on the breath of the wind, slowly getting louder the further he travelled down the solo path illuminated by incandescent blue fires burning inside of golden braziers hanging from a short bronze coloured arm extending from the wall every eight to ten feet.
Looking up as he walked down the path he had been taking two times a week now inside of his dreams, he spotted the now familiar singular golden flower sprouting between each hanging brazier, growing between black vines that grew to cover most of the roof to the stone hallway. Rex only recognised this flower due to his visits to the river that cut his hometown in half. He knew this flower only grew in one specific part of the riverbank which he frequented often, but instead of black thorny vines, they were a thin whip-corded shape with a deep green colour. Looking between the gaps in crossing vines, Rex could see an endless dark night littered with stars that only seemed to sparkle when he looked upon them.
Hearing his name growled spurred Rex on, he had noticed if he dawdled too long in one place, the husky breathing seemed to change to become his name, growled over and over, louder and louder until he continued down the path. Since turning seventeen, this dream had begun to happen, but only once per month, and he had only gotten a few paces down the path before waking. With him turning eighteen in the next few weeks, his dreams had increased to the point of discomfort. The only upside was now Rex had made his way down the entirety of the path, which ended with a black door, embossed with golden runes that were drawn in a semi-circle over the top of the door. In the centre was a black dragon standing upon a rocky outcropping spewing golden flame upon a group of screaming people. He recognised the shape of some of the human-like figures, but some were also alien to him. The first time he had reached the door, he had been shocked by the sight, so much that he had faltered and woken from sheer fright. When he reached the door in the next dream, he was prepared for it and had tried every way he knew to try and pull the handle to open the door, but the encroaching rumbling breathing that turned into his repeated name being chanted had woken him before the door had even budged.
This time was no different as he casually made his way down the hallway, stopping at the door and testing the handle, but once more to no avail. Changing to this next known and tested tactic, he tried using his shoulder to attempt forcing it open, but like every other time, the door did not move even a hairs breath. Leaning over the door and resting his forehead on the door to try and come up with a new plan, Rex was about to chalk this up to another failed attempt when the faintest hint of a breeze touched his right cheek. Turning his head to face where it had touched his skin, he noticed it came from the crack between the door and doorframe near the handle. With increased fervour at a new idea, he tried using his fingers to search the outer edges.
Just as he felt the faintest of air touching his fingertips, the ever-so-familiar roaring chant of his name caught him up and he bolted awake, sitting up in his bed panting. Looking down at his shaking hands, he also noticed that he was sweating once more. Waking up in a large pool of sweaty sheets had been a painful discussion with his grandmother, she had asked so many questions as to why he sweated so much, asking such questions as to hint toward possible sickness all the way to maybe pornographic material.
He had tried many a time to tell her he had been having a bad dream and woke up like this every time, but she simply smiled, shook her head and said, “If you don’t want to tell me, that’s fine,” before walking away to launder his bedsheets and pyjamas without further questioning. He had gotten lucky toward the end of the year, after every dream he knew he was able to simply drop them off into the laundry and his grandmother would wash and hang them without asking why. This time felt different, like he was on the precipice of something happening with that accursed dream door, even though he was still sitting in sweat-drenched sheets.
Sighing loudly, Rex pulled himself from his bed, and stripped it, throwing the sheets and pillowcase into a pile at the end of his mattress on the floor.
“I might go down to the river, see if that stirs something that might help with that stupid door,” he said in a huff, pulling open his cupboard and retrieving his favourite swimming boardshorts and a nice t-shirt.
Once he was dressed, he hesitated before pulling his pluggers on. He knew once he wore them, they would clap against the soles of his feet no matter what he tried, alerting his grandmother of his steps as he made his way downstairs.
Over the years Rex and his grandmother Iris had formed a game, he would attempt to make his way downstairs without her getting wind of him. He had gotten closer the older he became, picking up on certain stairs that creaked, a loose patch of carpet that squeaked ever so loudly, and a cracked tile toward the edge of the kitchen area that clinked. All these places had undone him in previous attempts, but not this time he thought. Seeing his grandmother sitting in her usual place at the table, sipping her morning coffee, he placed his noisy rubber footwear down to free his hands for balance.
Creeping ever so slowly, ensuring he did not touch any of the cupboard’s edges that held ceramic crockery that would tinkle at even the slightest breath almost like they were booby-trapped, he tip-toed across the last remaining few feet to his target, his pulse thumping in his ears.
Inhaling quietly and reaching out, fingers outstretched, he was mere inches from achieving victory when a familiar sting, followed by a slapping sound shocked him back to reality.
“You got close this time young prince,” a woman’s voice chuckled, bringing a fly swatter back to sit in front of her, beside a coffee cup that read ‘World’s Best Granny.’
“I don’t understand how I never seem to make it all the way,” Rex sighed, his voice and posture depicting defeat, only the smallest hint of an amused smile playing on his face.
“This time I felt your breath on the back of my neck from four paces away,” his grandmother Iris said, turning her head, showing a broad smile, “Come now, I have your eggs, bacon and a little smoked ham ready for you.”
Shrugging and taking in the new information about his failure, he took his place opposite her at the table and picked up his fork.
“You had another dream, didn’t you?” she asked, looking at his face, a few dark lines of worry seeping into the usual happy expression she wore.
“Nothing more than usual,” Rex said between forkfuls, ensuring he didn’t speak with food in his mouth lest he receive another snap from the flyswatter for being rude.
“You must tell me what you see that shakes you up so much,” she said with a frown, “I don’t know what to think of this.”
Rex was used to Iris being both sides of the coin, his father and mother figure in his life. He was told multiple times by her that his mother and father had dropped him off at her house due to a family emergency when he was still an infant. He had tried many times to try and glean more information about the subject from her, always receiving the same flat answer, “When the time is right.”
“I might go for a swim today,” Rex said, trying to do his best to put on a smile. It was Saturday and after a long, hard week at school, plus the dreams increasing he was feeling the stress. Everyone at his school seemed to know he had no parents besides his grandmother and due to this fact, he was constantly awkward toward others and teased and ridiculed. He had resigned to the fact he was a loner and wished for the finalisation of his schooling.
“You’re a day early for the flowers,” Iris replied with a knowing smile, hidden by the coffee cup brought up to her lips.
“I know, I just want to float for a while. It gives me time to blank out,” Rex said with a grin.
“Very well,” Iris said with a nod, “Please be back by the time the streetlights come on. I don’t want to have to ask the constable to find you again.”
The one time he had floated downstream, he had fallen asleep. It had surprised him he had not drowned, and by the time he had awoken, he was quite a few kilometres downstream, and it had taken many long hours to slog his way back to his bicycle and backpack in the light of the moon. The town’s constable was there with a tall slender woman in a grey suit by the time he had arrived back and had received a stripping down about worrying parents about the whereabouts of their children before his bike was loaded into the trunk of the police car and he was given a lift home.
Thanking Iris for the meal and placing his plate into the sink, he patted his stomach happily and began his walk out, leaning in to give his grandmother a quick peck on her forehead, retrieving his footwear after leaving the room and as he passed into the garage, he reached down and grabbed his backpack that held a towel Iris had constantly swapped out for a fresh replacement and his phone for music and his floating speaker.
Grabbing his bike and adjusting his backpack, he began the long ride to the river. After leaving the colder sac street his grandmother’s house resided in, he would have to travel from the outer suburb of town through the northside regions of his hometown Oak to reach the river, arriving usually an hour once passing through the gate.
Riding through the familiar suburbs, Rex arrived at the entrance gate to the river just over an hour later, as predicted. Unmounting, he knew it would be easier to push his bike through the usual throng of weekend river attendants, having had way too many close calls to collisions on previous attempts. Following the path he had taken many times over the years, Rex pushed his bike onwards, passing a group of people sitting at a table and chairs setup. He thought one person looked familiar, even though their back was turned, he was about to have a second glance when a familiar voice made his blood run cold. “Well look who it is!” Inhaling deeply in through his nose and then loudly out through his mouth, he stopped and turned to face the owner of the voice, replying in a cold flat tone, “What do you want Dean?” Dean Symonds was the bully who plagued every day of Rex’s schooling, from the first year he came to this school all the way through to his final year, Dean was unrelenting in h
Rex decided his next best course of action would be to make for home after the events that unfolded at the river with Dean. He had planned on taking the same track he came in because it was the quickest route, but after the altercation earlier, he changed his mind, he was not wanting to risk running into the group again on the way out. 'An extra 20 minutes to go around him and his friends won't kill me,' he thought as he picked up his bike and started off up the hill, going along the road headed in the opposite direction he used to come in.The only problem was the other track he knew about that would lead him back towards home was a very steep and looked and even rougher trail than the one he had taken to reach his secluded beach, the trail went over the eastern hills behind the town that cut through a dense forest area that many people avoided, there were many stories from the locals about strange things that happened in that forest. As he rode, his mind went back to the events at
"I'm serious Iris! That is what happened!!" Rex exclaimed when Iris did not believe him. "Ok dear, you're here and you're fine, that's all that matters," She said in a soft tone, "Go upstairs, clean yourself up, and try to relax a little, it sounds like you've been through alot." "Well, no…I…fine…" Rex grumbled, admitting defeat, he was not impressed she thought he was lying about the events that had just unfolded, so after she smiled at him once more, he stood up quickly and stomped up the stairs, shutting the door loudly, getting himself undressed and ready to clean himself up, after having a warm shower, Rex threw on some clean clothes and sat in his chair and stared at the wall for a while. 'What an odd day I've had' he thought, he tried to focus on slowing his breathing because he felt like his headache was going to return if he didn't stop trying to make sense of everything, he took one look at his computer and thought, 'well Iris said my brain is already rotting, no more harm
"Wow, and here I thought you couldn’t pull that off, thanks gran," Rex replied, totally lost at her latest statement. "Let me start at the beginning to make it a little easier on you," she said with a smile, sitting down with her coffee, "This may take a while, and please save the questions for the end." Rex sat hurriedly, totally enthralled that he was finally going to find out things he had merely dreamt about, he was secretly hoping for a mention of why his parents dropped him off and had not come back for him. Taking in a deep breath, Iris began her explanation, "This existence isn't the only one that connects to this world, there are a few more, that both you and I and many more belong to. In some these places things not thought possible there exist in harmony with everyone. Things like magic, for example, as I hear you have already had a small taste yourself. In our world what you would think impossible is quite common, like your feat of strength and the slowing of time, whic
"So have you lived here long?" Vanessa queried. "I came to Oak when I was a baby, yourself?" Rex replied. "I'm from a small town called Valen," she said. "I've never heard of a place called Valen," Rex said racking his brain for a place with that name, "Where is that?" "It's a small place, to the east, not far from the ocean," she smiled, "My mother moved here for an important job, and she dragged me with her," She frowned, Rex could tell she was not happy about it. "Well with it being so close to the end of school exams, I'm not surprised you're not happy about the move, new school, new teachers, that's a lot of pressure on you," Rex sympathized. "My mother certainly puts a lot of pressure on me, that's for sure," she muttered, still frowning. To lighten her mood Rex asked about her likes, they spoke about movies, and books, and Rex spoke about the river. *RIIIIIINNNNGGG* Damn! Just when Rex thought he was truly getting somewhere with her, lunch was already over, he waited f
Rex could barely hold his attention in his class, the only thing he could think about was dinner plans, what meals he wanted to try, dining setup, he was putting a lot of thought into trying to make the night memorable. The sound of the end-of-class bell brought him back to reality, quickly packed up and he made his way to his bike. Nothing had made him this happy in a long time, he was not going to ruin it! Rex peddled quickly as he made his journey home, wanting to give himself as much time as possible to be prepared. Galloping into the house after dropping his bike off he was that preoccupied he nearly ran into Iris. "What has you in such a hurry!!??" She cried out just being able to jump to the side in time. "I'm going to need your help gran, I have a visitor coming for dinner tonight!!" He chirped. Must be an important person Iris thought, "Who is this visitor?" Blushing a little, he said sheepishly, "It's a girl from school." "My mym is that so?" Iris grinned, "What do yo
"You took the only person I ever cared about!!" Vanessa and Rex both roared, surprisingly at the exact same time. “Only you were supposed to die tonight!” Cried Vanessa, “All of this is because of you!” She started moving towards Rex, only one thing in her mind, revenge! “Why were you trying to kill me? I have done nothing to either of you! I didn’t even know you until recently!” Rex yelled seeing Vanessa moving on him with her dagger at the ready. “Your family ruined us!” She said, she was only a few feet away now, still grim determination for the kill written all over her face. “If you want a fight, here I am!” Rex said. He just realised in the heat of the moment, he had no weapon to help him. So he did the only thing he could of, raise both hands up, fists clenched at Vanessa. “Are you that cocky you think you can take me without a weapon!!?” Vanessa sneered, “Very well!” Adjusting her grip for a stab, Vanessa thrust the dagger towards Rex’s stomach. She was trying to inflic
"Ok you two that's quite enough," Markus said as he came through the portal a few minutes after Rex. "You'll be fine, just breathe." Putting a hand on Rex's shoulder. "Just a little fun Lord Markus, meant no harm by it" said one of the men, Rex looked up after his eyes had adjusted a little better and the nausea was waning, that's weird, did I just hear them call Markus 'Lord'?, that's curious Rex thought, he then noticed that standing not far away from Rex was 2 men who were eyeing Rex off eagerly. On closer inspection those 2 men looked exactly alike! Both men looked to be about 5 and a half foot tall, both had long hair tied back into a pony tail, except one had black hair at the base which greyed at the tips, while the other had brown which also greyed at the tips, they also shared the same eye colour, both men seem to have orange pupils. "Yes prince Rex, we are twins, except I'm the good looking one" chuckled one of the men after seeing the look on Rex's face as he gazed from o
As the enemy soldiers charged, they quickly spread out evenly across each squad commanded by Rector’s defence, ‘They are testing our weak spots” Rex heard Rector say to Markus, who nodded in agreement as the small number of soldiers were killed quickly by Rex’s and Ley’s squads, Markus’s and Gwayne’s a few moments later, the barrage of fireballs from the walls reached the enemies’ position almost simultaneously, hitting the barrier created by their warlocks, most being stopped, the more powerful fireballs made it through and scorched the soldiers they hit, dying a few seconds after impact. “Are you going to try a counterattack?” Markus asked quietly, leaning over to Rector. “Not directly, no” he replied, stroking his beard, the enemy had not made a move since their test of his defensive line and it worried him, “Something is going to happen, I can feel it.” “What are you thinking?” Markus said, “I think they are scheming since their test proved our defences are solid.” “No defence
Everyone got dressed in silence, they were all thinking about what was coming their way with the battle. After a half-hour, everyone was suited up and ready to go, they all headed out of the room, down the stairs and out through the gate, stopping outside. Saying their goodbyes to Marcia, she hugged everyone before calling out and departing on Ulna. “Time to go and see your troops I guess” Lacey shrugged with a sigh, the closer it got to the battle, the more she started to worry. “That would be wise, seeing as they are formed up and waiting for you by the gate,” Ley said with a smile. As they all made their way to the southern gate, the entire group was silent, they were all apprehensive about how close to battle they all were, Ley seemed to notice this, “I think if anyone will survive this, it will be you all, I sense something different, something strong has formed between you, use that and you will be a force to be reckoned with, that rumoured scorpion pet of yours would be of
The sun was an hour from even touching the horizon, Rex was laying in the middle of Minet, Marcia and Lacey, all sleeping soundly, Rex snoring quietly, “Rex, wake up please, but do not wake the others, I must show you something.’ Even while inside of his dream, he knew the voice belonged to Rector, his father, it was loud enough to wake him, but not too loud to startle him, as his eyes blinked and focused, he saw Rector sitting in a chair watching and smiling, looking at the women, they were all dressed, which he did not remember them doing. ‘I would not intrude on a view that is not for me, I made sure clothes found them before I came in’ Rector said with a wink. Carefully moving Marcia’s hand off his chest, he slowly sat up, standing at the same speed, stepping over the women carefully, not wanting to wake them, ‘Is everything ok?’ Rex asked. ‘Let us go, then we can speak more freely’ Rector said, holding his hand out to Rex, who took it. Once his vision cleared Rex was in a dar
“Did you end up killing it? Surely not even you could kill something THAT big” Lacey added in. “Hang on…so you like for real saw and fought a tentaculum? A fabled flesh-eating tentacled monster from the books of legend?” Marcia asked, still visibly skeptical. “No word of a lie,” Minet said, “Rex and Raz stayed behind to let us escape, next we saw them, Rex was covered in shit and Raz’s head was split open.” “Well yes, I didn’t end up killing it, but we injured it enough it must have thought us too painful to continue fighting, it ended up losing 3 tentacles and 1 eye, Raz was hurt after it ejected some black shit that shot us into the trees, Raz hit some rocks, I patched him up best I could and carried him to the shack,” Rex said, recounting the events, leaving out some in-depth gruesome parts he wished he could forget, “So why was that muscle-bound axe man chasing you into the shack?” “Wow this is so much drama in a short time, how you even got anything done, I’ll never know,” Mar
“Well, my place is the closest to everywhere we need to be tomorrow and is away from prying eyes, and I have half a bottle of yarak spirits, we can share that, you can tell me all about your trip in a shortened version and we can have some fun, get a little sleep and then head out to our posts in the morning,” Marcia said with a smile. “I’m sold,” Marcia said, clapping her hands together. “I just had a thought” Lacey started to say. “Yes or no?” Minet interjected. “Yes, sounds good” Lacey nodded, walking with the women, “We weren’t told who we are serving with tomorrow.” “I don’t know about you, but I’m sticking with Rex” Minet shrugged. “That was what I was hoping to do, what do you think? Where is Rex?” Lacey asked, looking around for him. “Odd he would sneak out on us, this was supposed to be our night together” Minet scowled, putting her hands on her hips. “Sorry, I’m here, was just trying out a bit of magic I was shown earlier, good to know it still works, it gave me an id
Rex, Minet, and Lacey followed Rector into the palace, turning away from the throne room and traveling down a hallway Rex had never been before, “I don’t remember seeing this here” he stated, looking back, then back toward a large wooden door at the end. “That is because I do not allow this area to be accessed unless necessary, the war room has not been used since the Blood War, it saddens me to even have to use it again,” Rector sighed, walking toward the door, it opening as he approached. As they all entered the room, there was already a handful of older men present in the room who were pointing to places on a table that was in the center of the room, it showed the walls of the city and the fields beyond, many black figures stood in the southern fields showing the invading troops and their positioning, the old men were all yelling at each other for what plan they thought would be best, Marcia, Ley, and Markus were all at one end, Marcia was scowling at the men yelling, Ley was smil
“So whoever has brought this army has one hell of a grudge against Dracones, or father” Rex guessed, seeing how much dust over such a large area was being kicked up, “What was the scout's estimate?” “In excess of 30 thousand strong” Marcia replied, “That’s three times as many as Ean’s last army.” “Holy shit, how many defend Hale?” Rex asked. “About 10 thousand,” Marcia said, doing some quick math in her head, “Would be 18 thousand if we could rely on general Chris’s forces, but word is, he is currently under assault as well, it is almost like this attack has been co-ordinated from both sides of the realm at the same time.” “Three to one odds, battles have been won with a lot worse before” Rex replied. “Yes, but human battles did not have magic and monsters in their ranks either,” Raz said with a grin. “Holy shit!” Looking over to Lizz, who had cursed, which was rare for her, she was now pointing out toward the field outside of Dracone’s southern gate, to where a massive force, a
“So, you’re saying we can be released from the deal to suicide, to serve under you instead?” one of the soldiers asked. “Correct” Rex replied, “Instead of your life being a waste, why not use it for something better?” “We cannot accept that” the soldier replied, saddened, “When we swore our oath to serve, we were branded, if we break our deal, the brand kills us, so either way, we are doomed.” “Who would make you do such a thing?” Lacey asked, she was not the only one who was shocked, the entire group was as well. “Our new leader ensured our allegiance with spells” the soldier replied, lining up his sword, ready to pierce the heart, the rest of the group following suit, “We thank you for the offer, you are not like they say you are,” he took one last deep breath to ready himself, closed his eyes and slid the sword into his chest with a groan, after a few gasps he fell lifeless to the ground, followed shortly after by the remainder of the soldiers. “I did not think they would have
The sound of screams and metal hitting metal echoed out soon after the soldiers reached Rex and his companion’s position as they cut through their first wave. Lacey and Minet had teamed up on Rex’s right side and were diving, dashing, stabbing and blocking each other’s weak spots, many dead and dying fae laying around them. Raz and Lizz were on the left front, Lizz was throwing fireballs at their enemies furiously, scorching two, sometimes three at a time, Raz was standing fast between her and the front line, cutting down any that made it through to ensure Lizz could focus on what she was doing. “Looks like we underestimated a group of children,” Douve said with a sigh and smile, “Looks like it is up to us to settle this.” “Seems like it” Rex replied with a shrug, he was a little curious, everyone knew the royal family had power stemming from dragons, yet Douve did not seem phased. Bowing to Rex, Douve took a ready stance, so out of courtesy, Rex nodded his head, not a second afte