Legends of the Dragonrealm Vol III Part 70
From within came a gasp. Yssa pressed against the opposing end, staring at the two newcomers open-mouthed.
Her eyes swept over Shade, then turned to the one that she knew. Her cheeks reddened. "My Lady Bedlam . . ."
The rage that Gwen had held in check suddenly threatened to boil over. She satisfied herself with a glare at the Green Dragon's half-human daughter, then replied, "You'll be coming with us, Yssa."
Standing, the half-drake woman glanced at Shade again. The hooded figure held out his hand. After a moment's hesitation, she took it.
"I hope you know much about me," Shade remarked casually.
Yssa frowned. "I don't under-"
"This isn't the time or place to begin our discussion," Gwen quickly interrupted. "Shade, if you please?"
As Yssa gaped at this new revelation, the cloaked warlock led the pair through the wall.
But the storm was not the only thing to greet the escaping trio.
Through the black clouds burst a monstrous form. The dragon soared toward them, its huge maw open. It roared, a harsh sound that cut through the thunder. Crimson orbs glared at the tiny figures and the dragon stretched forth its ma.s.sive claws.
Undaunted, Shade walked toward it.
Both Gwen and Yssa struggled to pull him back, the notion of meeting a dragon in such a manner hardly sane, but the warlock dragged them forward with no effort whatsoever.
Gwen searched inside herself for her link to the forces from which she drew her magic. This time she felt it, but only as a faint sensation. Hardly enough to sufficiently cast a spell, especially one effective against the oncoming behemoth.
The gray dragon roared again. The huge maw opened wide, revealing sharp teeth nearly as tall as its intended victims. Its wings seemed to envelop the sky as it neared. It was one of the largest dragons that the enchantress had seen in her entire life.
As it closed, Shade suddenly released his grip on both women.
Gwen screamed as loudly as Yssa-screams that faltered when neither plummeted earthward. The two drifted helplessly in the storm, Shade's remarkable power keeping both of them alive even while he focused on the savage leviathan.
The hooded figure stretched his arms to the side as if seeking to embrace the winged giant. The dragon slowed, apparently suddenly wary of this tiny creature floating in the sky who showed no proper fear in his moment of death.
Shade brought his gloved hands together.
A crack of thunder dwarfing any so far heard shook the heavens. Gwen and Yssa put their hands to their ears in a futile attempt to block out the overwhelming sound.
As if struck by a solid blow, the dragon tumbled backward over and over. It roared in confusion and sought desperately to right itself. Only when it had tumbled far into the distance did it finally begin to recover.
"Did you see that?" Yssa called, as astounded as Gwen by the warlock's might. "I'd heard that he knew all manner of spells, but-"
The rest of her comment ended in a startled scream. Gwen had no opportunity to react, for, at the same time, a terrible force pressed against her body and she was flung high into the storm. A cry as desperate as that by Yssa poured from her mouth.
The second dragon flew the two stunned women far from the scene of the astounding battle. Gasping for air, suddenly soaked by the horrendous storm, Gwen watched in horror as the first beast soared toward Shade. At the same time, the dark clouds above and around the hooded figure rumbled ominously.
With a heart-stumbling roar, the storm unleashed a relentless barrage of lightning bolts at Shade. The dragon approaching him let loose with a fearsome spray of fire . . .
But the beast carrying Gwen and Yssa veered away from the struggle, leaving the question of Shade's fate hanging. The enchantress could not imagine that he could survive such an attack. But if Shade had died, did that mean that he would even now be resurrected elsewhere? If so, would he be in the same confused state of mind?
The leviathan suddenly began descending. Gwen forgot all about the warlock as she saw them approach a familiar trio of peaks.
With one swift turn to the east, the dragon headed toward a huge cave mouth carved out of the top of the middle peak. Atop one of the other mountains, another dragon roared at the newcomer, who responded in kind.
The beast who carried them folded its wings as it entered the cave. Gwen felt every bone in her body jostle as they touched the rock floor.
Time and hundreds of dragons had worn this area almost smooth. No stalact.i.tes or stalagmites decorated the interior, those long ago cracked free by the huge inhabitants.
As it slowed, the dragon shoved the two ahead. The enchantress immediately whirled on the beast and, to her credit, Yssa did the same. Unfortunately, before they could do anything, a voice behind them said, "It would be unwissse to anger the Great One further, femalesss . . ."
Behind them, a drake servitor stood waiting. He resembled one of the scaled warriors in every manner save that his helm was all but undecorated. He had no huge crest, only a thin, barely noticeable ridge going back. Even without it, however, he stood almost seven feet tall.
"I am Ssssurak. You will come with me."
To emphasize his command, a pair of strong hands pushed both forward. Glancing over her shoulders, Gwen discovered the dragon gone. In its place stood an even more towering drake warrior, his savage crest the exact image of the head of the dragon who had brought them here.
"Move . . ." he ordered, eyes flaring red.
Ssssurak waved one hand over the palm of the other. A small, blue pyramid about the size of an acorn materialized in the palm. A faint light emanated from it.
"I will lead," the servitor declared.
With Ssssurak ahead and the warrior behind, the four entered a darkened pa.s.sage at the deep end of the cave. No sooner had the servitor stepped inside, then the light from the pyramid immediately increased, filling the area with blue-tinted illumination.
A slight sound from Yssa made Gwen glance the other's way. The half-drake had a determined look in her eye and her expression tensed even as the enchantress watched.
With a flickering frown, Gwen tried to warn her not to try anything. The power of the Dragon King prevailed here. Gwen could feel her abilities being muted by his spellwork. Did Yssa think that she could fare any better?
Evidently she did, for in the next second the Green Dragon's daughter threw herself back into the unsuspecting guard. Physically, he should have been no more affected than if a gnat had collided with him, but an orange aura flared to life as Yssa struck the giant and both of them went flying.
The drake hit one of the walls, bounced off of it, then rammed into the other. The collisions were hardly chance; Gwen sensed Yssa's hand in each harsh crash.
Behind the enchantress, Ssssurak hissed. He closed his hand tight, which would have plunged the pa.s.sage into darkness save for Yssa's aura. Gwen turned on the servitor, but somehow despite his close proximity, he had become invisible to her.
Yssa seized Gwen by the hand. "Hurry!"
Gwen did not argue. Despite her own handicap, Yssa's skills seemed entirely untouched. The enchantress belatedly thought of the younger woman's origins. Perhaps both Gwen and the Dragon King had underestimated what a cross between human and drake might be capable. Still, it seemed odd that the Storm Lord would not take that consideration in mind.
They ran back along the corridor, racing down the dark pa.s.sage toward freedom. However, it took Gwen only a few seconds to realize that they should be far, far closer to the exit than they were. Ssssurak had barely led them into it before Yssa had acted.
"Wait!" she called. "Yssa! We're being led!"
Her companion stumbled to a halt, but by then it was already too late. A blinding light a.s.sailed them from both directions. Gwen and Yssa threw themselves against one another for protection.
And as the light died, the voice that Gwen had dreaded to hear echoed loud.
"Welcome, welcome, my chosen . . ."
The corridor vanished. Gwen and Yssa now stood in the center of a looming cavern with walls of black onyx. Within the onyx, the primal fury of the storm played itself out over and over. The result was a violent, constantly shifting light that forced both to shield their eyes in order to focus on the ma.s.sive figure seated above them.
Gwen had confronted several of the Dragon Kings over her life, had even seen the old Emperor at his height, but the Storm Lord dwarfed them all. Standing, he would have been eight, nine feet high, not even including the wide, menacing crest that surely added another three feet.
He smiled, revealing his sharp, reptilian teeth, and indicated with one broad finger that they should come closer.
The two women suddenly discovered themselves within only a few yards of the high stone dais upon which the gray marble throne had been set. With only that single gesture, the drake lord had transported them from one end of the chamber to the other.
"Yes, we have chosen well . . ." He leaned back, red, forked tongue flickering. "All that remains now is to see which one of you will succeed in slaying the other . . ."
VI.
AS A CHILD, Aurim had enjoyed being frightened. He had constantly encouraged his father, the Lord Gryphon, and even Darkhorse, to tell him stories that would fill him with delightful fear. He always knew that there were happy endings to the stories, but that made the images of nasty Dragon Kings, cunning Seekers, and brutish Quel no less spine-tingling.
But nothing had stirred him so much as tales involving the enigmatic warlock, Shade.
Yet, Shade was supposed to be dead. His father said so, Lord Gryphon said so, and even Darkhorse had finally, after years, reluctantly agreed. Still, the hooded sorcerer with the murky face whose curse constantly sent him swinging from good to evil and back again had become for Aurim a symbol of the unknown, the unexpected.
Now the unknown stared him in the face . . . so to speak.
Shade slowly and calmly led him through the rain-drenched landscape, moving as if Yssa would be just over the hill and not, as the golden-haired wizard suspected, miles away. The hooded figure appeared to be looking for something, but just what that something was he had so far not said to either Aurim or his other self.
This Shade was far different from the one in the stories. He did not appear either good or evil, but trapped somewhere in the middle for the time being. Aurim did not like traveling with him, but if he could find Yssa, that was all that mattered.
"We were dead," rambled Shade not for the first time. "So dead. Peacefully dead." He shifted his head to the left. "And we were quite furious when we no longer were."
Aurim noted the rising bitterness in the tone, the first emotion he had heard from his dire companion. He wisely kept silent, knowing that Shade would continue on.
The hood turned right. "I remember . . . I remember her name was Sharissa . . ."
To the left. "No . . . her name was Galani . . ."
To the center. "And she thought she could help me . . ."
He grew silent for a time, now and then inspecting various bits of the land around them. Aurim pondered the names, but they meant nothing to him. His sister and father had a better knowledge of the history of the Dragonrealm; perhaps they would have made more sense of the ramblings.
Shade paused without warning, nearly causing Aurim, who hunkered low in his cloak since he dared not cast a spell, to collide with him. The hooded sorcerer leaned down. "Aaah . . . Here it is . . ."
He pulled up what at first Aurim thought a peculiar white stone. Only when the gloved hand thrust it closer did he realize that it was more.
A bone fragment.
"I knew it had to be near . . ."
A shift to the right. "Of course it would be near! We're the reason it's here in the first place!"
Shade leaned over again, digging into the wet soil with gloves that got neither moist nor muddy. Within seconds, he had removed another, larger object from the earth.
A skull.
Overcoming his initial dismay, Aurim studied the skull. The jaw bone was missing, but enough remained identifiable. What he had at first taken for a small dragon was, in fact, something quite the opposite. Instead of the broad, toothed muzzle of a reptilian creature, this had a squat, almost noseless appearance that reminded the young wizard in some ways of a rodent whose muzzle had been crushed.
Shade set the mud-covered cranium on the ground, then drew with his finger a circle around it. A faint, sickly green aura arose from the circle, swiftly enveloping the skull.
"They will be warned, but it doesn't matter," the warlock commented.
Aurim paid scant attention to the cryptic statement, his gaze fixed on the astonishing display before him. As the aura covered the skull, the latter began to rise from the ground. However, no longer did it lack a lower jaw. Instead, a new one composed entirely of the green glow filled the empty s.p.a.ce. As the skull continued to rise, other magical bones rapidly replaced those missing, building the entire macabre structure a piece at a time.
The creature, whatever it was, had surely been grotesque in life if this unearthly skeleton was any indication. It towered over the pair and would have stood even taller if not for the fact that it seemed designed to lean forward at almost a right angle. The legs bent as if the creature had to constantly run or else fall. Odd bones that Aurim eventually recognized as forming wings stretched forth from the sides, ending in horrific, clawed appendages capable of grasping or tearing a victim apart. Had someone taken the worst from a human and bat, it surely would have resembled something akin to how this horror had looked when flesh had covered it.
When the skeleton was complete, the undead creature bent low and opened its mouth as if to make some sound, but only the wind whistling through its naked bones reached Aurim's ears.
"The Necri will take us where we need to go."
"Necri?" The word sounded vaguely familiar, like something out of the old journals his father kept.
"It served the Lords of the Dead," Shade remarked offhandedly. His head shifted to the right. "And once sought to serve us to our cousins . . ."
The Lords of the Dead. . . . What had his desire to see Yssa tossed both her and Aurim into? He recognized that name, of course. Some saw the Lords of the Dead as the G.o.ds of the underworld, but they were both more and less than that. Darkhorse explained them as ageless necromancers seeking dominion over the world of the living by commanding the plane of the dead. However, they were not immortal. They could be destroyed, if only at great cost.
It did not surprise Aurim that Shade and they had crossed paths, even battled against one another, for surely he was a prize they desired to add to their macabre collection.
But-had the warlock just said that he and they were . . . cousins?
Shade gestured to the glowing skeleton. The Necri flapped its empty wings, ascending into the air. It fluttered around the pair once, then came down behind them.
Long, splayed feet with huge, savage claws cautiously seized the two around the waist and drew them up.
They flew high into the dark heavens, the fleshless creature somehow able to carry both with ease despite a lack of any muscle or membrane in its wings. The monstrous feet kept Aurim and Shade almost completely vertical, making the flight only somewhat harrowing.
As unnerving as both the journey and those who accompanied him made the wizard, Aurim reminded himself that they brought him closer to Yssa. In the end, she was all that mattered. It had been by his entreaties that she had agreed to cross the border into Wenslis. What a fool he had been to think that even they could keep their clandestine meetings hidden from the Dragon King. His parents had always warned him that the Storm Lord watched everything that went on in his realm.
That thought made Aurim frown. If so, then the drake should have even known about Shade's presence . . . which made it curious that he had evidently done nothing about the warlock.
But then, could even a Dragon King plan for Shade?
"AND WHY WOULD we slay one another, especially for you?" Gwen asked defiantly. She had reached her limits. Even despite the Dragon King's obviously threatening presence, the enchantress could not believe his audacity.
"Because we wish it so," the reptilian figure boomed. "Because the consort of so glorious a being as us must be the most powerful, most capable." The Storm Lord steepled his fingers. "And because if you do not, we will make you fight, anyway."
Yssa eyed him contemptuously. "I will never fight for the right to be yours."
The arms of the Dragon King's throne suddenly broke free, seizing the Storm Lord in a suffocating grip. The back of the throne stretched high, then folded over as if to swallow the master of Wenslis.