Laurence of Dragon Fame
Published by DM Yates
Copyright 2017 DM Yates
DISCLAIMER: Laurence of Dragon Fame is a fictional story, made
up solely by the author, D.M. Yates. All characters and events are
fictional and in no way relate to any real person or situation. Any
resemblance to events, persons, or locales is entirely coincidental.
I want to thank my dear friend Elizabeth Maginnis who continually
supports me in my writing endeavors. I also thank Joleene Naylor for
I thank Joleene Naylor and Roger Lawrence who beta read this novel
and gave me helpful feedback.
I especially am grateful to my family who continue to support me in
my writing. I thank the great Universe and my Heavenly Father for the
inspirations sent to me.
Laurence of Dragon Fame Cover Credits:
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Cover by Joleene Naylor
Table of Contents
of Twelfth Century Europe
One The Lone Hero
Two The Worst of Worlds
Four Knights and Monsters
Five A New
Six The Castle on the Mound
Seven A New Family
Eight The Shadow
Nine Travels with Pietro
Ten The Test
Eleven Honor Above Love
Twelve Family Honor Regained
Thirteen Sir Laurence Di Draco
Fourteen Laurence Remembers Aberforth
Fifteen Missions From Zavat and Giovanna
Sixteen The Great Dragon Slayer
Seventeen The Agonizing Journey
Eighteen Pietro Arrives Home
Nineteen Pietro Takes Charge
Twenty Troubles A Plenty
Twenty One The Orient
Twenty Two Dragons the Good and the Bad
Twenty Three Di Draco Estate
Twenty Four Monsters in the Deep
Twenty Five Challenges Ahead
Twenty Six The Gathering
Twenty Seven Time with Taelta
Twenty Eight Wenching for Pleasure
Twenty Nine A Love Story Begun
Thirty Discovered at Last
Thirty One Enemies and Lovers
Thirty Two Justice for Two
Thirty Three Through the Depths of Hell
Thirty Four A Prophecy Fulfilled
Thirty Five Aberforth
Thirty Six Back to Earth
Thirty Seven A Wedding Blessed by a King
Thirty Eight Forgotten Memories
Thirty Nine The Legends of Mir Mir
Forty The End is Just Another Beginning
of Twelfth Century Europe
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From the ending of ‘The Lone Hero’:
Einarr’s solitary days were too much to bear and he called for
Zavat to spend time with him. He’d sent word to hisis patér many
times this last couple of weeks, but the great Guerrverre dragon had
yet to appear.
Finally, he thought as he sensed Zavat speeding towards him,
and he hoped he had long enough left to voice his farewell to hisis
Zavat alighted silently and settled close to his silius, gently
unfolding his wing over him. Einarr shuddered under the warmth.
“Thank you, mi patér. I’ve been chilled.”
“I noticed. Do you want me to light a fire?”
“It’s not necessary. You look terrible.”
Zavat moaned long and gutturally. “I should have attended to you,
but I didn’t want to face this. I’m experiencing the sensation of
loss, a feeling I had hoped to never deal with again, and I’m not
sure how I’ll continue without you. I feel guilty thinking this way
and it’s selfish of me.
“You achieved much in your short lifespan. I’m proud of you. You
will be honored for the hero you are.” Zavat lifted his head and
let out a bellow that echoed through the jungle. “I won’t leave
your side until…” Zavat choked on his words, “you have…passed
into your realm.” He scratched nervously at the dirt. “I despise
this part of life. I don’t like the final goodbyes.”
Zavat smiled down at his son. “We’ll meet again someday and that
thought must appease us. Not even I understood the intensity of the
link the spell would bring, but I don’t regret performing it. You
have been a silius any patér would gladly have, and I was the lucky
one.” Zavat shuddered and grumbled low.
“You still talk nonsense. I haven’t any proof of a utopia in the
beyond or that we’ll meet again. No one has shown me that perfect
Zavat chuckled. “Still an unbeliever and stubborn. Never mind.
You’ll witness it shortly and it will break my heart.” He fondly
nudged Einarr’s head with his snout. “Sz-havat would love your
Einarr grinned. “You haven’t nudged me in years.”
“I’ve done this many times when you slept near me. I knew you’d
be embarrassed if you found out. Sheema told me she wanted me, but my
fatherly love for you prevented her from mating with me. She feared
you and your strength. I’ve gone many times to Earth to search for
her and I’ll continue. The day you honored me as tu patér filled
me with complicated emotions and a change came over me. I guarded you
even more if that were possible. Yet I couldn’t let you know. You
were a proud silius. Indeed, we were a close family for many
memorable years and Sheema suffered from extreme jealousy so she
left.” Zavat closed his eyes. “Now I lose you too.”
Einarr reached his hand up and stroked Zavat’s snout. “I changed
too when I finally belonged to someone, you. I understand why my
father proudly stated that you were his master.”
“Einarr, you’re not correct. A dragon and his companion links
with this strong tie and it’s built upon the companion’s absolute
obedience, but ours was a familial relationship at its core.”
“I’ve wondered through the years about Sheema. Mi patér, is it
possible she’s carrying your egg?”
“I would sense it. I told you that. She would have said.”
“She’s blocking you, isn’t she?”
“Yes, she hated me for performing that ancient binding. I’ll
continue to track her, but I fear that she was ill and too weak to
travel where-ever she is. I’ll spend my years alone.”
“Why did you pick me for this? Why me?”
“I didn’t. You chose Aberforth long before I sensed you as the
one. You accepted this mission in your heart eons ago. You have no
idea how old you really are. I’m not talking about your mortal self
but your spiritual being.”
Zavat nervously dug into the ground with a claw. Einarr patted
“Figures I’d do something foolish like that. Like patér, like
Zavat chuckled, wiping away a tear.
“The throbbing never stops.” Einarr groaned. “It used to
disappear for long periods. Now it clings to me like an unwelcomed
Zavat nodded. “Like Lord Szah’s bragging, heh, heh. Lord Tsaemo’s
venom courses within you and you’re too frail to fight it anymore.
Your internal guest is aggravating you to death.”
“You played out your role until we won the war. You cared for your
kind, saving many and you made lasting relationships with elves—no
simple feat. What other can claim marriage to an Elven princess? What
dragon doesn’t worship you for your greatness? You lived longer
than expected. It’s time to let go.”
“Silly old fool of a patér that you are. Don’t you think I’ve
tried? I guess I don’t know how to expire.”
“I can solve that,” said Zavat reluctantly.
“Have you forgotten that I too issue a venomous spray? If you wish,
I’ll stop your torment and quickly.” Zavat stared into the
distance. “Long ago, I had to terminate my niece’s life. Zomu
wasn’t strong enough. She was in extreme pain. We don’t like to
take lives before they’re supposed to end, but I can’t allow
suffering. I’ve seen too much of it. I’ve never gotten over the
guilt of killing her and I won’t get over the remorse of your
death, but if it’s what you want, I’ll do it. You’ll feel
“Are you sure that another world awaits me?”
“I met you there once. Everyone you ever cared for is waiting for
you. Harulis, Atomo, Kono, Nokno, your parents. Even Szpha’ha and
Sz-havat. Don’t you want to be with them again?”
“I miss them deeply. Is it far?”
“Much closer than you think. You won’t journey by yourself. I
requested the honor of accompanying you.”
“Will you care for Zeemsa and guide my sons, visit with Elweil,
remind Taelta my love for her still exists?” Einarr coughed and
pushed on his chest.
Zavat sat him up and held him until he breathed easily again. Then he
laid him gently down. “Why ask? Is not tu familia mi familia? This
isn’t the time to worry. Let go of your regrets or you’ll drag
them along to that glorious world of yours.”
“I can’t. They cling to me like Sz-havat’s spit did. If what
you say is true, then do it.”
Zavat examined his frail son, scarcely the great warrior he once was.
Without warning, he bent close to Einarr and exhaled a mist from his
“It isn’t working, is it?” asked Einarr.
“It won’t be long.”
Einarr reached out and squeezed his hand on Zavat’s claw. He began
to lose consciousness of his limbs, his mind clouded, and the torment
abated. His eyelids fluttered and he lay still.
“Goodbye mi silius. I’ll miss you more than you can imagine.” A
rain of tears fell on Einarr. Zavat took Einarr’s knife and cut off
several chunks of his white hair and peeled the pouch out of his
“You failed to kill me; you healed me,” said Einarr standing next
“Did I? Witness for yourself.” Zavat wailed out thunderously, his
cries echoing around the jungle, answered by the many dragons who
felt his pain and knew the Lone Hero had left them for good.
Einarr looked down on his own prone body, his dead hand still
clutching Zavat’s claw.
“Am I hallucinating?”
“Your spirit is free from your physical ties to Aberforth. Check
“What’s happened? I feel robust again and I have both of my legs.
Yet you see me.”
“Our kind is different from yours. Are you prepared to journey
“Do I ride you?”
Zavat snorted. “We walk.” He pointed ahead. A path wove to a
hillock ahead of them.
“That road didn’t exist before.”
“Human eyes can’t see it. Shall we?”
Zavat and Einarr meandered along the road silently while it wove
higher. The farther Einarr traveled, the younger he felt, light and
pain free. An uncommon peacefulness engulfed him.
“One of the reasons we settled in Aberforth is that we recognized
we lived centuries longer,” said Zavat. “The giants did too.
That’s why we tried to work with them, but they didn’t care about
evolving. Human lifespans stayed under 100 years although you lived
to be 120, no doubt because of my blood.
“On many of the planets we travel to, we use no companions, but
your race possesses intellectual capabilities that many species
don’t. I chose your family line because of your ancestor Numsom. He
was a smart man. I adored your great great-grandmother too. What a
fighter and stubborn. I have endured the loss of your family for
generations. Yet I gladly accepted each new companion. Can you guess
“Yes. Numsom was thrown off me when a giant bashed me with his
wretched club. I spun through the air in a tumble and Numsom fell to
his death. After we eliminated the giants I torched every club I
“Your great great-grandmother died when we tried to negotiate
another peace with Lord Tsaemo. He attacked her. I retaliated and he
kowtowed. Centuries of memories, but I’ll feel your absence the
They continued upwards until they reached two gates a short distance
across from each other.
“This is my limit, mi silius. This first gate guards the doorway
into our realm from the beyond. That second shields your world. You
must pass through both without my help. I can only enter when
Einarr looked steadily at Zavat, feeling the emptiness for hisis
patér seep to his inner core. “Visit me?”
“It’s forbidden. We must go through our separation and mourning
periods. All must continuously move forward.”
“Promise that I’ll see you again?”
“I believe we have another possible adventure together, but I’ll
forever protect you, whether you know I’m there or not. Now look
upon your fortress.”
Einarr observed his house below and peered through the open doors
which were draped in white flowers. Dragons and elves crowded in the
main room with a long line waiting to enter. Einarr’s possessions
hung along the walls. In the center, on a raised flat stone slab lay
Einarr’s body, shrouded in light lavender. Taelta and his sons
grievously stood around his shroud, Aretel with his arm around his
mother’s waist and he looked much like Einarr. Everyone held a lock
of Einarr’s white hair.
“Nice touch, mi patér.”
“You taught me that tangible items aren’t as valuable as
“She favored me in those light purple colors.”
Zavat snorted. “She did and that color was hideous. Purple Orchid
she called it. They’re paying the utmost of respect to you, the
Lone Hero, posthumously dubbed a Great One. We combined our magic
with Elven so that your corpse will stay entombed forever, in honor
of you.” Zavat gulped and shook his head.
“When your time comes, mi patér, I promise I will bring you Home.”
“I will look forward to that.”
“If you’re with me, how was my funeral arranged?”
“Lord Szah waited for my cry. Then he called Elweil and together
with Lady Szimza they took care of everything. I left your clumps of
hair beside your body. Lord Szah knew what to do. Only the best for
Einarr turned and walked up to the gates. The first set swung out and
the next set swung towards him, each side connecting and locking. A
path lay before him yet he hesitated.
“You must pass through and don’t dawdle. That walkway gated by
each side is no accident. It protects us from the Void.”
“What do you mean?”
“The Void is a nasty emptiness filled with evil, vile demons. If
you hesitate, you’ll encounter them, so go before the gates begin
to close and leave you. It's a dangerous, terrifying hole in eternity
where few escape torture and many are lost. Peculiar screams, moans,
and howls. No place for any of us. Quickly now.”
Einarr stepped onto the pathway. He sensed two beings beside him and
he walked boldly through entering the Other Side, which seemed
unfamiliar to him. Both sets of gates had crept shut. Once on the
Other Side he turned and clung to the iron bars, but all had become
hazy. He heard Zavat whisper, ‘Until we meet again, mi silius.’
Einarr watched Aberforth gradually dissolve, feeling his ties to that
world slipping away. He glimpsed Zavat alone at the crypt, lamenting,
his spikes drooped down his face, his deep-set loneliness while he
held Einarr’s pouch, a clump of hair worn over his spike, and it
weighed heavily on Einarr. He turned again and resolutely traversed
farther into the realm that Zavat said was his dwelling, but halted
when he heard the echoing mourning roars from Zavat, conceiving that
Zavat also experienced the difficult separation. Einarr forced
himself to continue forward. With each step, the roars reverberated,
getting softer until finally, he heard them no more, but his heart
ached heavily for his dragon patér.
Upon the Earth the dragons wail
for war has come to call.
In Aberforth they sense dismay
and warriors thus do bawl.
Once Einarr had recuperated, he enjoyed the company of his friends in
the Spirit World again. He cherished the quietness of his world. Even
in communicating, they spoke telepathically, although whenever they
wished they could verbalize their thoughts. Einarr rarely did.
Soon enough he felt compelled to go to Aderheim Dracones, the dragon
afterlife domain. He was excited to visit with his dragon friends,
especially his two best friends Szpha’ha, a golden male Gulthskein
and Sz-havat a female black Guerrverre, the spouse of Szpha’ha.
The gates swung open as soon as he approached and his grandmother
Lady Zanzzz greeted him.
“Mi grand-mater, I’m honored.” He bowed.
“Your use of our language protocols even here pleases me.”
“Mi patér was patient and insistent in his guidance. After all, I
am his son.”
“Incorrect,” she said curtly. “The correct term is hisis
silius, not his son.”
“Forgive my lapse. It won’t happen again.”
She nodded her approval and turned to the dragons who had gathered to
meet him. “May I introduce Einarr, the Lone Hero.”
The dragons swarmed to welcome the Aberforth hero and to thank him
for his bravery. Even his previous enemies on Aberforth, the
Feohteres, greeted him warmly.
Einarr grinned. “I’m proud to be héré grand-silius.”
“Héré is correct for the adjective her, but I see you have
Zavat’s humor.” Lady Zanzzz frowned at him.
“I apologize.” Einarr smirked with a twinkle in his eye.
“I’ll learn to deal with your peculiar sense of humor. I observed
the Great War and I’m proud of you and mi silius. Don’t hide in
your Spirit World. I’ll require your presence often and expect that
when you’re here, you’ll be on your best behavior and will follow
proper dragon behavior since you represent my lineage.”
“As you wish, grand-mater.”
“Any competition sport in which we indulge, you’ll be my partner,
no one else’s. And, mi grand-silius, we will not lose.”
Einarr now saw the power that Lady Zanzzz possessed. She reigned in
this kingdom and no one dared challenge her. The difference in
personalities between Zavat and his mother that had strained their
relationship became obvious to Einarr. Where she was tenacious, bold,
and stern, Zavat displayed ferocious strength tinged with quirky
humor and a dash of love.
To Einarr’s great delight, once his grandmother had allowed him
entrance, Lord Szpha’ha and Sz-havat greeted him fondly, shooing
the others away, and the three sat on the grass and had a long visit
filled with laughter and remembrances. Zomu, Zavat’s twin brother
also joined them, pleased to finally meet his nephew.
Spirit children shimmered luminescent silvery blue no matter their
ethnicity, so Einarr hadn’t been prepared for the glorious rays of
dragons in every hue imaginable. His all-black Guerrverre
grandmother, for instance, shined a vivid violet and wore her chroma
with proud dignity. The water dragons were semi-incandescent in their
eternal state, whereas other dragons’ colors were even more
spectacular. Even Szpha’ha sparkled a metallic gold.
Time passed. Einarr often visited Aderheim Draconus and always
participated in the games. He and his grandmother never lost. He had
traveled to Earth twice on missions since Aberforth, but his
experiences on the dragon planet remained his most memorable and
molded him into a powerful and resilient individual, thus creating
the strong bond between him and dragons.
He had been dedicated to his missions and forthright in his deeds,
but his first mortal life as the Lone Hero and half-son to Zavat had
honed his mental and physical abilities beyond those of normal
spirits. Even though eons had passed since his time on the dragon
planet and even though he’d traveled twice to Earth, Einarr missed
Aberforth the most and especially his father. Of the families he’d
acquired when in corporeal form, of those he had come to love, he
treasured Zavat the most.
That’s why he was disturbed by the vast numbers of dragons
returning from Earth lately. There were so many that there was no
time to celebrate each one’s arrival. Normally, they lived for
centuries and it was a cause of great celebration when one entered
the after-world. But these returnees seemed lost, out of place, and
unprepared. Their relatives greeted them somberly and this troubled
His grandmother, Lady Zanzzz had called for hover tag this day and
the game had one more round. The rules were simple. Teams flew
towards their opponents and butted the companions to knock them off
their dragons. That team was eliminated until one team remained. Now
down to four teams, there was no doubt that Einarr and his
grandmother would win again.
The teams were on a short break before the final round. This day
Einarr, dressed in tan pants and a sky blue tunic, stretched his long
legs, arched his back, and relaxed on the grass.
“Debating tactics to knock me off mi grand-mater?” Einarr grinned
at his spirit friend Atomo and the dragoness Sz-havat who plotted
with another of his friends Kono and his closest friend Szpha’ha.
“Overconfident again?” asked Atomo.
“Assured of my victory.”
“As usual,” replied Atomo.
Kono and Szpha’ha chuckled. “Want to hear our plan?” teased
“It saddens me to witness your frustrations.” Einarr pretended to
wipe a tear from his eye. “Why don’t you give up now?”
The Timid Guerrverre Zumsa, who sat beside him glanced sadly aside.
“Look at me, Zumsa,” said Einarr. Her eyes flitted to him, but
she diverted her gaze towards the ground. “How many times must I
emphasize how brave you were? Who could have survived such an
“Of course she was,” agreed the others.
“I died early in the war, but you outlived us,” she said, “and
you were merely a half dragon.”
Sz-havat shrugged. “He’s stubborn like Lord Zavat and just as
fierce. Who could have taken those two down?”
“Within our line courses power from the ancients,” said Lady
“Grand-mater, have you heard of any problems with mi patér or
dragons in general?” asked Einarr.
“It’s not for me to discuss. You’ll find out soon enough.”
“I thought my next mission was set for Earth, not Aberforth?”
“I never said anything about Aberforth. What is to come is not to
be disclosed here.” Lady Zanzzz glowered at him, and he thought it
best not to question her further.
“I’m also going to Earth soon,” Nokno said.
“Do you ever remain here long enough to rest?” asked Einarr.
“I’m on a perpetual spiritual quest. Therefor I choose many
missions to refine my soul. Yet this one, I fear, will be my most
difficult. I’m told my greatest challenge will be to accept a
Einarr raised his eyebrows. “You’ve never done so? Who will be
“My eternal beloved Ilanta.”
“You’ll find it effortless then.”
“I’ve scorned her in other existences in selfish pursuits for my
soul’s perfection. I’m concerned I’ll do so again.”
“Katura and I share a clue, the scent of jasmine.”
“A good idea, but I’ve ignored past clues too. Is physical
contact as wonderful as everyone says with your eternal mate when in
mortal form?” asked Nokno.
“More than you can imagine. I count on that when I’m to go to
Earth, my least favorite planet.”
Lady Zanzzz interrupted them. “Time. Back to the game.”
Einarr’s friends groaned.
“Mount,” Lady Zanzzz said to Einarr. “They’ll attempt to
position us between them. Don’t disappoint me.”
Lady Zanzzz was correct. The other two teams lingered on each side of
them. Einarr wasn’t concerned. He harbored no doubt of their
championship again. The gates swung open and Einarr glanced that way.
Several new-comers entered clutching their death wounds. That same
uncomfortable sensation filled him.
It didn’t take long for Einarr and Lady Zanzzz to win, and he
noticed his circle-based spirit friends outside the gates. He walked
towards them with a broad smile for his beloved mate Katura.
“Einarr,” called his grandmother, “be safe. We’ll guide you,
be assured. You must listen to our advice.”
“Thank you, grand-mater.” Einarr had just bowed to her when
Apollo called and he snapped his head up. Apollo, who once performed
the responsibilities of the name-sake deity on Earth, was the Spirit
Guide over those whose mortal tours necessitated a strong mentor, and
Einarr was one of them.
Einarr joined his friends on the main avenue. He enjoyed this stretch
of land between the eternal domains of his Spirit Home; the Land of
Enchantment, where elves, fairies, and such lived after death; the
Mythical Kingdom, where unicorns, mermaids and the like dwelled; and
Pagan Land. Gates to each opened freely for those permitted to enter.
From Aderheim Dracones, dragons cheered his latest victory. His
friend Paulos produced a sheet of paper. “May I have your
autograph?” he teased.
“I don’t ask for the attention.”
“You don’t tell them to stop either,” retorted Paulos.
Chants of “Paulos, Paulos, Paulos,” came from the Mythical
Kingdom where Paulos’ buddy Quinn led the mermaids in a rowdy
chorus. Paulos turned towards them and bowed, then danced backwards.
“Who revels in the attention more than you?” Einarr shook his
head. “At least I don’t make a spectacle of myself.”
“Louder,” ordered Paulos. The cheers echoed around the avenue and
he gamboled ahead of the others.
“Apollo has called for me,” said Einarr.
“Can you sense what Apollo wants?” asked Katura.
“No, but it’s serious. He’s joined by High Council members.”
Einarr grasped Katura’s hands and pressed his forehead against hers
before he disappeared.
Katura, Paulos, and Jenniere continued back to their land.
“No worries,” mused Paulos. “I’m sure he’s receiving his
“Katura, please meet me at the Guide’s School upon your return.”
Bohlale’s call surprised Katura. Once her sister from a tribe south
of Egypt, Bohlale had become Katura’s Guide.
“Bohlale requests my presence. Perhaps it’s missions for both
Einarr and me?” Katura hastened ahead.
Einarr arrived at a flowery meadow where birds chirped and a gentle
wind stirred the high grasses. Apollo stood with four High Council
members, all in tan robes with hoods over their heads. When Einarr
approached, they greeted him with nods.
“You’ve been requested for an unusual mission on Earth,” said
Einarr waited for more of an explanation. He already knew he was
headed to Earth, yet he’d never been ordered to a High Council for
Apollo continued, “Exceptional circumstances apply. Your task
involves the rescue of dragons. This is a serious time on Earth when
a religion has acquired more power and a large number of followers.
Its leaders serve death to all who don’t convert and have ordered
the annihilation of dragons. They’ve labeled them evil when in
reality the religion is threatened by the dragons’ popularity among
the common people.”
Einarr rubbed his chin. “I sensed a problem with the dragons on
Earth and I’ve felt troubled, but I didn’t expect to work with
them again. No wonder mi patér has been on my mind. Of course I
One of the Council indicated for Apollo to clarify further. “Two
events were possible. Since those in mortal form alter their course
at any given time, we waited to see which way the wheel turned. It
continues to involve a mass extinction.”
“This saddens me deeply,” said Einarr.
Apollo nodded his agreement. “If you select not to fulfill your
destiny, Lord Zavat has asked to insert limited prior memories into
you in the future. Understand the significance. Although rarely
allowed, we’re considering his request. When you realize who you
once were, Lord Zavat’s mark will take shape on your shoulder as it
did on Aberforth. This will help convince the dragons to follow you.
Lord Zavat will meet you later at the gates.”
Is it possible? thought Einarr.
Apollo smiled. “Yes, you’ll work with your dragon father again.”
“I understand and will fulfill my duty.”
“It’s easy to accept here, but when you no longer recall your
former existence, your emotions may cause dire consequences.”
“I won’t fail, I assure you.”
“You were once the Lone Hero and willful, and thus we’ve chosen
you above other dragon companions.” Apollo smiled at him. “Katura
and Nokno will be mortals at the same time.”
“Nokno made brief mention of it; Katura didn’t. Will we three
“Bohlale has just informed Katura, but she doesn’t know your
role. The three of you will exist in different locations. It’s
entirely upon you if you three will unite or not. Begin classes on
the Void. If an opportunity arises, you’ll accompany me to that
“Will I need such experience on my journey?”
“As you prepare for Earth life, you’ll realize the dangers when
you’re in mortal form. We’ve foreseen possible risks to you from
“I’ll train any way necessary.”
“You may not discuss the details of this mission.”
“Katura has left Bohlale and searches for you in the Jasmine
Gardens,” noted Apollo.
“What timeframe will this occur?”
“Thirteenth century, and it fast approaches. I have often cautioned
you against your stubbornness, but this time your fortitude will save
you and countless others. You are dismissed.”
Einarr lowered his head to all and left to join his Kat.
When he entered the Jasmine Gardens, Katura ran to greet him. “We’ll
be on Earth together again.” She snuggled into him. “Remember
me.” She kissed the jasmine lei she wore and placed it around his
neck and he inhaled its fragrance.
“This will be a peculiar mission,” Einarr mused.
“You’ll work with dragons again, won’t you? You never fail.
Einarr hugged her. “I miss your sweet spirit already.” He kissed
her forehead then left for the entrance gates. Once there, he grasped
them and waited anxiously. Aberforth’s physical boundary stood
across the barrier. Through the haze, his father ambled out of
Aberforth and halted until those gates swung open then he marched
Eerie rumbles and ominous murmurs arose from the Void, which existed
below other realms and the in-betweens. Einarr grimaced, but as Zavat
approached, his demeanor changed to joy. Although he often viewed his
father from the Dome Room, and Zavat noticed him, this was their
first encounter since Aberforth. Einarr wanted to embrace him, but he
was in spirit form, and celestial essences and corporeal bodies
existed on two different planes, unable to feel each other’s touch.
“Mi silius, you appear well,” said Zavat.
“Mi patér.” Einarr’s words exuded the devotion and admiration
he held for Zavat.
“I peek in on you occasionally and I’ve seen you watch me. I’m
glad tu grand-mater favors you,” said Zavat.
“She’s majestic. Even in Aderheim Dracones she rules.”
“That’s mi mater. I see into other spiritual realms, but am
prohibited that one. How is mi tvinling bhrater?”
“Zomu is a gentle soul, so unlike you or tu mater. He’s the image
of a younger you. He speaks of you often and misses you dearly. He
watches over you more than you’re aware.”
“Of those who’ve passed, except for you, I miss him the most.
Have you seen …?”
“Lady Sheema has never entered Aderheim Draconus. I’ve watched
you search for her, but she must be on Earth. I know how much she
meant to you and it’s my fault she was jealous of me.”
Zavat fluttered his wings in relief. “I’m glad she’s not dead.
She has to be blocking me then.”
“When last I saw her on Aberforth, she acted erratically and bit
me. She was convinced I wanted to kill her to stop you mating with
Zavat sighed. “It happened once a long time ago in our history with
humans. If she’s on Earth, we’ll find her.”
“I hope so, for your sake.”
From outside the gates and below came louder howls and cries of
Einarr’s name. Zavat’s nostrils flared and he stomped. Still they
didn’t stop. He roared. “Leave mi silius alone or I will
slaughter every last one of you.”
The sounds ceased and an uneasy silence followed.
“Don’t you fear those below?” asked Einarr.
Zavat snorted. “We hunt them when we’re bored. They’re
terrified of us. Surely you’re not frightened of them.”
“They can harm us. I don’t go near them, although I’m told I
might have to clash with them when in mortal form.”
Zavat stomped again. “Stay away from mi silius or face my wrath.”
Einarr smirked. “Leave it to you to invade their space.”
“More in my youth. I’m surprised you haven’t heard those
“How long may we visit?”
“I’ve overstayed my welcome already. I’m here merely to insert
this memory so you’ll accept me when it’s time. Don’t get
obstinate when I come for you. My patience runs thin these days.”
He blew a strong puff of air and Einarr inhaled. Zavat turned and
tromped back to his sphere, shaking the bridge on purpose. Gasps,
wails, and screeches echoed from below while dark furry appendages
grabbed at him. He grunted and kicked them away.
Einarr watched Zavat enter Aberforth and the gates had swung shut. He
ignored the demons’ wails and walked back to the Jasmine Gardens
where his friends had gathered.
Paulos observed his countenance then chuckled. “This is a serious
mission, one where you’ll be in danger, so no different from your
Katura wrapped her arm around her beloved’s arm and looked at him,
worried. Einarr placed a gentle kiss on her cheek.
“Have no fear, Kat. I’ll be prepared.”
“Trust in his abilities,” said Paulos. “He hasn’t failed yet.
I wish I were going with him. What fun.”
Katura only tightened her hold on Einarr.
Worst of Worlds
Their hero will guide the banished
(They trust but only one).
Prior knowledge he must possess
of life as the Lædere’s son.
Einarr delved into an intensive preparatory program with strong
resolve to succeed at any challenge given to him. In his spare time,
he and Katura sat in the Dome Room where they viewed thirteenth
century life on Earth. A major plague had just wiped out large
sections of the population. Yet, advancements in civilization were
Katura cringed over an attack on a dragoness’ youngling. “I never
understood dragons and I’ll admit I’m frightened by their size
and their gregarious behavior, but they don’t deserve this. After
all, they developed the human race into an intelligent species.”
“When spirits become corporeal they change. Some remain moral;
others forget about love, kindness, and tolerance. Our egotistical
mortal minds fill with negativity, jealousy, hatred, and fears as we
The dome swirled. When it cleared, a horrific scene unfolded. A male
youngling was devouring a deer when a dragon slayer surprised him.
Dragon hide, meat, and blood carried a high value, and so the knight
began to skin the youngling. The mother arrived and bellowing,
charged the knight, who defended himself with his poisoned-soaked
sword. Zavat appeared above and called her to him. Tormented by her
youngling’s death, she refused to listen.
The dragoness closed in on the knight and he took the opportunity to
shove the weapon into her shoulder. With an anguished scream, she
shredded him into pieces.
Zavat yanked her upwards by her leg even though she fought him.
“Now,” he commanded.
“He murdered my youngling. I have a right to revenge.”
“You’ve carried out your revenge,” said Zavat. “Tu silius is
gone. Other humans ride this way and you’re wounded. We must hasten
to a doorway. I order you.” He tugged again and she dared
not incur further wrath from her Grandus Lædere.
Four knights rode over the hill, their poisoned arrows at the ready.
The dragoness had flown away, but Zavat waited for them. They froze
in their seats in awe of the size and might of the black dragon, who
hovered above them. He glided low and huffed his toxins, leaving dead
bodies in his wake. Sensing that his son was watching, he turned
towards Einarr. “Do you understand why I need you, mi silius?
Einarr rushed out and hastened towards the gates to confront the men
on their return. He paused when he felt Apollo’s hand on his
“Problem?” asked Apollo.
“Their actions were amiss.”
“Did you agree to greet them? Are you a Guide or in any of their
circles? They’ll re-examine their choices and correct any offenses.
You’ve assumed the youngling was innocent. His mother made no
attempt to control him when he devoured two village children. All
parties will soon understand their offenses. Have you forgotten about
Lord Tsaemo? How long did he remain in retreat recovering from guilt
and transgressions after the havoc he wreaked on Aberforth? Have you
not had faults when in mortal form?”
Einarr sighed. “I’ll never understand the hatred and violence on
“It’s the most difficult of our created planets, yet not the
worst. The Void has earned that honor. How are your lessons?”
“I’m concentrating on tactical methods and the study of demons.”
“Then you’ll be prepared.”
Einarr calmed down and left to join Atomo for sword practice at their
In a rocky field, Atomo watched his friend approach and took a few
practice swings. Einarr imaged his sword and the two engaged in a
mock battle until Atomo stopped to rest.
“Sz-havat mentioned you’ll be working with dragons again,”
“Why don’t you mate with her since you two are so chummy?”
“She already asked you on Aberforth, not me.”
“I haven’t forgotten. Sz-havat doesn’t know my true mission.”
“Yet dragons return daily, their wounds exposed. Lady Zanzzz and
her family closely monitor Lord Zavat.”
“I can’t talk about my assignment.”
“How I envy you. I fancy an excellent skirmish again.” Atomo
waved his weapon above his head and thrust it into a pretend enemy.
“The dragons perform mock combats in their domain.”
Atomo scoffed. “Not a real war like on Aberforth.”
“Will you ever stop striving to better me?”
Atomo knocked the sword from Einarr’s grasp. “Nope.”
“I concede. Enough for today. Join me with my circle in the Jasmine
Gardens? I need to center myself.”
The weapons disappeared and the two proceeded to where the others
awaited them. Einarr sat on the grass next to Katura and leaned back
on his elbows. Chirr, his dog pal, laid his head on Einarr’s chest.
Einarr petted him while Katura ran her fingers through Einarr’s
hair, her bird companion Kek-Kek chirping away in a tree. Einarr
inhaled the fragrant jasmine plants and relaxed, surrounded by those
Paulos amused the group with his favorite subject, Einarr’s
behavior in corporeal form. “He chased Katura while she ran on foot
and he was on horseback. That’s a classic. Why you forgave his
treatment of you then….” Paulos mocked a frown at Katura.
“He did come to love me.”
“In Atlantis, when he dueled with Jenniere,” said Paulos, “and
Katura interfered just in time to stop her from lopping off his
conceited head. That’s one of my favorites.” Paulos and Jenniere
slapped hands in the air.
“When he tried to choke Lord Zavat,” continued Paulos. “No,
wait. When Lord Zavat suspended him over the ledge because of his
disobedience. I’ve memorized that scene. It never grows old.”
“I aspire daily to reach your level of perfection, legendary Greek
warrior,” joked Einarr.
“Maybe I’ll rub off on you yet,” teased Paulos.
“Einarr’s a strong spirit,” mused Atomo. “He becomes a
powerful force when mortal.”
Paulos guffawed and altered his appearance to resemble a Greek
tragedy mask. “He’s the model for countless tragic plays.”
“Thank you, Atomo.” Einarr turned to Paulos and mimicked a jester
and Paulos laughed. Although Paulos joked about Einarr, he admired
his tenacity, and Einarr took the kidding in stride.
Atomo often visited and fit in with the group. Although he blocked
certain thoughts, Einarr suspected his reason for joining them.
The friends continued to banter back and forth until Apollo appeared.
Einarr sat up.
“Let’s discuss the Void,” said Apollo.
“Einarr, what have you to do with that abyss?” asked Paulos.
Apollo sat on the nearest bench. “Shall we share in your
experience? Tell us about it.”
“When I returned from Aberforth, mi patér and I reached the border
gates. Not far away, our entrance gates stood. The in-between space
belongs to the Void. It’s a cold emptiness steeped in darkness and
uncountable horrors. When the two gates swung towards each other,
they locked to protect me from the demons. I hesitated, but mi patér
ordered me to cross before the gates separated, else the demons drag
me into eternal torment. They called out my name as I crossed.”
Katura squeezed his arm.
“One of the many possibilities on his mission is to travel through
the Void,” said Apollo.
“I pity the demons should he enter. He’s not much fun, you know.”
Paulos smirked at Einarr, but then frowned. “Why is this realm
allowed? Why hasn’t it and its occupants been obliterated?”
“All of the Creator’s children are granted freedom of choice. We
don’t control any wills.”
“Those creatures harm spirits and mortals,” thought out Jenniere,
“Why are they allowed to exist?”
“I don’t see the Cloak of Judgment on you, Jenniere,” replied
Apollo. “We’re not their evaluators. We continue to work with
them to bring them into the light and we have been successful.
Prayers from other spheres assist in their salvation too. Help is
always here for those who need us.”
Apollo turned his attention back to Einarr. “Do you recall when I
suggested that if I travel there, you’ll accompany me? One of our
precious spirit children, Mina, has been lured in. It’s imperative
we retrieve her soon. In corporeal form, she fell for an evil one who
controlled her every thought. One night in a rampage he took his life
and hers then led her into the Void where he sucks upon her pure
energy. She’s bewildered and her cries have begun to fade.
“I attempted to rescue her upon her return, but it was taking too
long. I began to suffer from despair and disorientation until I
realized I had to leave or become lost in there. Others have since
attempted the same without success, but you possess indomitable
strength from Lord Zavat. Will you give it a try?”
“They should be banned from mortality.” Katura blinked back
“We mustn’t interfere with the free will of souls,” counseled
“I’ll go,” volunteered Einarr.
“We’ll all go,” corrected Paulos and Jenniere together.
“Perfect, except for you Atomo. I need you to direct Einarr back if
need be by controlling his rod of light. If you suspect he’s in
peril you’ll pull him out. Alaniere will hold Jenniere’s light,
and Quin Lan Jin will manage Paulos’. Bohlale will work with you,
Katura. Obadiah from Mina’s group will search for her too. One from
his circle will monitor him.
“Einarr and Paulos will head towards the corridor that meanders
downward where I suspect she’s hidden. Jenniere, Katura, and I will
work a different section, and Obadiah and the Elven King Traeviern
Erbre-el will make up the final team. Seven is a fortunate number and
will boost our powers.”
“Why does my father-in-law the king wish to aid us?” asked
“For the same reason Obadiah does. If Mina isn’t rescued, your
future lives on Earth can’t play out as intended,” explained
Apollo, “plus Mina and Obadiah belong to the same circle. By the
way, Einarr, Obadiah will be on Earth with you on this next trip and
you’ll meet if you follow the correct path.”
Paulos jumped up. “I’m ready. I’ll gladly work with Bai.” He
rubbed his hands together.
Einarr rolled his eyes. “You and Quinn? I haven’t much patience
for you and your antics, let alone the both of you. I’ll relax here
and you two go.”
“You enjoy my quests for adventure,” retorted Paulos.
“Why do you call him Bai?” asked Atomo. “I thought his name was
Quin Lan Jin.”
Paulos grinned. “He’s called by many names. Quin Lan Jin is his
formal title when in tiger form. Alaniere and I call him both Bai and
“Don’t encourage him or he’ll bore us with their stories
again,” chided Einarr.
“At least our stories are funny. Yours are….” Paulos yawned and
pretended to snooze.
“All will be as it should be,” counseled Apollo. “Here come
Obadiah and Traeviern. Let’s discuss how we handle ourselves once
inside. Remember our concern is to retrieve Mina, not to search out
The others didn’t react to Mina’s name, but Einarr knew who she
was. He understood too well her importance in the future when his
entire circle traveled to Earth. He glanced at Paulos, who didn’t
recognize Mina as his future wife Jesse.
Apollo smiled at Einarr. “Certain knowledge is given only to be
forgotten for purposes known by our Higher Power.”
As King Erbre-el approached, Einarr knelt on one leg. “My
“Welcome,” spoke Apollo out loud. “We are indeed honored by
The Elven king stood taller and thinner than humans. His opaque skin
shimmered; his round bulbous eyes looked fondly on his daughter
Taelta’s husband, the Lone Hero of Aberforth, and motioned for him
to stand. Around the king’s waist the Elven sword of power dangled
and it hummed in recognition of Einarr.
Katura stared at the king then shyly turned aside. He smiled gently
“Are you bothered by Einarr’s marriage to my daughter?” asked
Katura shook her head no. “We’ll love many in our mortal forms.
However, Einarr speaks with such admiration of you and yours that I’m
“Intimidated?” asked the king. “We know Einarr’s heart, and
his love for you is stronger than any love he has experienced or will
ever experience. Both my daughter and I are happy for the two of
After a tactical discussion, the group followed a road where two
large iron gates stood. Apollo opened them and each took their
positions. Atomo had wrapped his portion of Einarr’s beam around
his hand. Quin Lan Jin, Paulos’ mythical acquaintance stood in
human form next to him and had grasped Paulos’ cord.
Boisterous and good-natured, Quin Lan preferred to be called Quinn or
Bai and made no excuse for his thunderous voice. His thick golden
hair streaked with black hung tousled about his shoulders. His
slanted amber eyes twinkled with humor and a desire for adventure.
The definitive black birthmark of the Chinese symbol jade appeared
high on the crown of his head. Brawnier than any human male, his arms
and legs were toned like a wild tiger’s and he seemed ready to
pounce at any given moment.
Quinn and Paulos laughed heartily as they discussed their former
“You’ll need patience for these two,” warned Einarr to Atomo.
“They reminisce incessantly about when Paulos lived in ancient
“They’re hilarious,” replied Atomo. “I’ve heard Paulos
speak about his soldier days. Wasn’t he once an Olympic champion
and war hero?”
“Yes, and he won’t let you forget it.”
“Now,” called Apollo. “Enter.”
A plea relayed to those on high—
entreating he be sent.
The Lone One does accept the call
while demons plot his cruel torment.
Einarr and Paulos entered the main level of the Void and continued
along a dirt path. They had saturated themselves in extra energy
layers to strengthen their auras for whatever they might stumble
The silence made them uneasy the farther in they went. Eerie grumbles
began around them and Paulos yanked on his cord.
“Leave,” called the voices.
“You’re not welcome here,” echoed around them.
“Harm awaits within,” declared the unseen.
They entered into a subterranean dark cavern and the disturbances
became louder. Moans, cries, agonized shrieks, and horrendous screams
rang out around them. Shrouded images darted through the gloomy
murkiness and brushed past them, chilling them.
They spread a dim glow from their hands along the ground as they
continued. Rodents of assorted sizes scurried into the blackness,
followed by evanescent bugs and misshapen creatures.
Paulos jumped. “That gigantic rat has glowing eyes. Weird.”
“It’ll continue on its way. It can only harm mortals.”
Einarr stepped over something that slithered near. Paulos did also.
As they did, their lights reflected pudgy sand colored centipedes
scurrying towards them, their mouths vacuuming along the ground.
“Centigamben,” noted Einarr. “Keep moving or they’ll crawl
all over us and suck out our energy. If we were human, painful
lesions would develop and soon after, a tortured death.” Both men
waved their lights full force and the centigamben rustled into the
“And this is only the beginning,” said Einarr. He got a whiff of
an acrid odor and spun around brandishing an intense white rapier. An
enormous brown Reptilia watched them. Its luminous green eyes bugged
in and out of its sockets while its willowy hundred legs squirmed.
Wriggling centigamben sucklings snuggled it giving it an undulating
effect. As the crawling centipedes reached it they too wrapped around
it. The vile sight took Einarr by surprise and he mustered his
strength to avert its gaze. “Squint.”
“Already done. Can you move?”
The Reptilia rose above both men then leaned towards them. Its long
pale tongue flickered in the air close to them and its young wriggled
their tongues too. Einarr stretched the sword towards it and it
backed away from the gleam.
Paulos had also produced a similar weapon and waved it below him in
all directions. “Repulsive.”
“In our weakened states the adult drags us to its lair where they
feed on us forever, its offsprings relentlessly toying with us,”
“No wonder victims cry out tormented.”
“I suspect several Reptilia are mimicking our steps this instant,
waiting for an opportunity. Let’s implement a defensive strategy.”
Einarr walked forward while Paulos followed behind backwards. They
circled their illuminations above and below them. Scores of
centigamben scuffled away. Once sure of their safety, the pair
released the images of the blades.
“That was intense.” Paulos snickered.
“Not funny,” countered Einarr, “you didn’t look into its
eyes. It caught me off guard and I froze. It took a major effort for
me to look away.”
“Ow. Einarr, these Tsii-fyres are swarming all over me. They’re
draining my energy and it stings.”
“They show up right after someone enters to zap our strength. When
they nip us, it feels like fire. They rip holes in our auras to slow
us down and weaken us to give the demons within the advantage.”
“Nasty little bugs, aren’t they?” Paulos shone his light on
them, but it had no effect.
“Use heat.” Einarr hastened to repair the holes in Paulos’
auric shield. Yet the tiny fire bugs persisted. Paulos shot fire at
them and they swarmed Einarr instead. Hundreds fell to their deaths
when Einarr and Paulos sprayed them with heat from their palms. The
remaining hordes hastened away.
“Cute wee bugs. Did you notice how small those sparks were? What a
fun party trick.” Paulos watched the trail of flickers the
Tsii-fyres left behind.
“Only you would think of a purpose for them in our realm.”
“I wonder how Apollo deals with them when he’s alone.”
“His aura is stronger than ours, so I doubt they even penetrate it.
We’ve barely entered. Much worse awaits us. You haven’t forgotten
your soldier skills?”
“Once a Greek hero, always a Greek hero.”
Quinn’s excellent hearing caught Paulos’ comment. “With my
support,” he reminded him and they both chuckled.
“Pay attention,” ordered Einarr.
They walked steadfastly onward when Einarr paused. “Careful. The
A sheer drop of utter blackness loomed to their left, but their
attention turned to the right where filaments glimmered and a large
“A Vefa-Vefre’s web,” they said together in awe.
“Clever,” contemplated Paulos. “You’d want to shift right to
avoid the cliff, straight into its snare.”
“Back away and I won’t harm you.” Einarr held his rapier
towards the web, his eyes intent on a dark shape that glided down.
Paulos whistled. A huge glossy black arachnid scrambled towards them.
Tiny red dots floated in its hollowed-out eyes. Yellowed razor-sharp
fangs protruded from its viscous haired mouth. The creature clicked
excitedly. “Comes plays with my other prettsy petsies. Youze makes
nicey nicey and Ize won’ts hurts youze much. Teensy stings.” It
snapped near Einarr’s head.
“What an offer,” scoffed Paulos. “Tough decision.”
“I decline your request,” Einarr mocked. “Now hear mine. Bother
us no more or I will render you into many pieces.”
“May not kills. May not. Must plays kindly with me. Honorable
spirits not harms. Youze is noble, I thinks.”
“I do as I like.”
“Haughty naughty spirit youze is.”
“Have you heard of the Lone Hero?” Paulos pointed to Einarr, but
then his eyes wandered to a different section of the enormous web.
The Vefa-Vefre hissed and shuffled away. “Youze no causes trouble
here, draconus-brute. Ize not touches youze. No harms me.” She
spit. “Hates them draconem meanies, Ize do. Theys cruel.”
“I’m sure you live by the highest moral standards. Let’s go
on.” Einarr balanced along the precarious path, weapon at the
ready. Paulos hesitated, his attention still on a tortured prey
tangled in the web. Drained of his strength, the spirit’s glint was
all but gone and he mouthed the words, “Help me.”
“I noticed. On our return, we’ll free him.” He shone his light
over the ledge where several hairy entities gathered below.
“Maybe she’ll be an adventure for another day. Who knows how many
are caught, unable to free themselves.” Paulos grinned at the
thought. “Quinn would have a great time.”
Einarr traversed the constricted space while Paulos held onto
Einarr’s shoulder and tugged on his light cord again.
“I got your back.” Quinn’s voice boomed.
“Can’t you two be quiet? Mina’s not far now. I can sense her.”
Einarr sent the message to Apollo.
“The king and Obadiah will wait for you. We’ll return to the
entrance and keep the way clear,” advised Apollo. “Meet us
Einarr and Paulos entered deeper into the Void. The path widened
again and they swiveled their beams in the darkness around them.
Paulos’ beam flashed on a tired woman covered in rags, who sat
bowed over on a rock.
“Save me,” she moaned.
Paulos started forward, but Einarr stopped him.
“Uncover your face,” said Einarr.
“Too weak,” she replied.
“Because you’re not her.”
“Joyous day.” Paulos hooted. “I’d hoped we’d meet a
The banshee whined shrilly. “Whom you seek is to the left behind
you and down the chasm.”
Paulos grimaced. “Is that your best? Hoping we’ll fall down, are
you? I lie better than that.”
“You dare accuse me of lies?” Her deafening screech echoed around
“If the rags fit,” retorted Paulos.
“I tire of this game. Mina’s straight ahead.” Einarr started
With a drawn-out wail the banshee flew through Einarr, her grey
ripped gown and ashen hair fluttered behind her. He scowled and wiped
off her spectral dust while Paulos banished her image with a wave of
his hand. Her wails followed her dissipated spirit as she sashayed
“What a waste of our time,” thought out Paulos.
“Exactly what she wanted to achieve.” Einarr continued down the
“Disappointing. I thought they were scarier.”
“To superstitious mortals. Not to us.” Einarr noticed a dull
light blinking sluggishly ahead. “There she is.”
Meanwhile, Traeviern and Obadiah had arrived at the Vefa-Vefre’s
The spider snipped her talons at the king. “Goes away. Goes away,
youze wicked murderer.”
The king held his Elven sword near her and she scurried away with a
hiss. “Obadiah, meet Lisia. She’s bitter because her mate was a
“Youze nasty-elfies hunts him then kills him, youze naughty
elfie-kingish,” she rasped. Her legs performed a tarantella-like
“We conducted a fair hunt and I allowed him an honorable death and
let you go. You had, after all, caught several of our children in
your snare and fed off them.”
Lisia shrieked. “Youze rude elfie kingish. Ize will slays youze.”
The king’s sword gleamed and Lisia backed up farther. He noticed
the spirit glued to her web and he gave Lisia a warning look.
“Youze doesn’t touches it. My petsie. Mine. Ize plays with it. I
trades youze for this prettsy all aglowsy?” Lisia snapped towards
Obadiah then scuttled to the victim. She readied herself to inject
her venom while her reluctant prisoner watched, horrified.
“No trades, and leave him alone.”
“Bossy elfie kingish. Youze as mean as the cocky biped Ize lets
pass.” She prepared to bite her captive, but King Erbre-el casually
slid the Elven sword between her and her victim. She discharged a
thick glutinous mush from her behind and nipped towards Traeviern.
“Gives me the meanie what crossed through here earlier and this
glowsy thingie with you.”
“I’ve warned you not to harm my relatives.”
“He no elfish; he draconus-brute.” Lisia sputtered. “Hates
draconem. Meanies theys is.”
“Yes, they’re rather vicious when they run into your kind.” To
Obadiah he explained, “She speaks of Einarr. They attack ruthlessly
and become obsessed with the kill, don’t they, Lisia? She’s not
fond of dragons and they don’t like Vefa-Vefres in Aberforth. I
suppose that’s why you’ve lost a leg?”
She clicked repeatedly. “So, he’s yourze also? Ize claims him.
Youze steals my Sieno so youze gives him to me.”
“I will not. He’s my son-in-law and a powerful dragon’s son
besides. You don’t want to mess with that dragon. Careful,
She had attached a sticky strand to Obadiah and hung inches from him.
The king sliced the filament. Obadiah hit her with pure energy and
she squealed and climbed higher.
“Tricky elfie kingish with mean chumsy chum. I cares for my petsies
and not stings them too often. I soothes them with sweet songs.”
She screeched in a high-pitch, “Obeedeedee, filled with
energy-y-y-y, comes to me-e-e-e.”
“Enough.” ordered Traeviern.
Lisia snapped at him and scurried farther up her web.
Einarr and Paulos pushed through the dank murkiness and slid down a
steep embankment to the lower grade. To their right appeared rows of
shadowy curtains where phantoms were busy sucking energy from
spirits. Farther away behind a curtain flickered the dim light of
To the left, the path was shaved even more. High above, across the
abyss was a lofty rugged cliff. From it a shadow wiggled and landed
in front of Einarr.
The large green serpent lay coiled, ready to strike. Its four heads
opened wide to reveal eight sets of fangs. The heads moved
independent of each other and each spit a green mucus. They hissed
and snapped at Einarr. He scrutinized the cliff above where many more
of the serpents were prepared to leap down.
“Einarr…,” said Paulos.
“I see them.”
“I don’t know what you see, but look behind and up.”
Einarr glimpsed behind Paulos. Two Vefa-Vefres scurried closer to
“Apollo, major trouble,” thought out Einarr.
Quinn started to roll Paulos’ line back.
“Don’t move!” ordered Apollo. “You must scare them away.”
King Erbre-el’s voice boomed throughout the Void. “If I were the
half son of a dragon, I’d use my voice about now.”
“What does he mean?” asked Paulos.
Einarr took in a deep breath then imitated a dragon’s roar. The
serpent slithered back frightened and Einarr kicked it high into the
air and down into the abyss.
“Hah! Kiken Popets,” (kick puppets) he bellowed in the
Below them, the ground shook for mere seconds. The serpents above
them slithered out of sight and the Vefa-Vefres hastened away.