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With the hammer of imagination, the fires of language skills (Sometimes I think I lack, or at least have low quality fuel) writers often come up with new words.
Sometimes they create a portmanteau of words. Motel (Motor Hotel) for example. The person that thought that up probably did not realize a whole new word that would be entered in the dictionary after that.
The accepted shortest words “I” “a” that are used as the words. “A bird” for example.
Then out of the length of accepted word list. The longest word “Antidisestablishmentarianism” is the longest non-coined word that is generally accepted.
But, we are at the forge. To coin a term for use in our novels is as important sometimes as the creation of the world itself. Tolkien was good for that, but he was a language creator and professor of language and literature. (But y’all knew that.) so maybe not a good example.
OH! There is a current creator of fantasy and loved by many. Ms. J. K. Rowling and Harry’s world. But..she is also educated in Classics… Hm..do we see a pattern here?
Still, both these well-educated people stood at the forge and with the hammer of imagination on the anvil of the soul, we create story, novel and whimsy.
So, what could be a need to create a word?
A person who infiltrates the society of Antidisestablishmentarianism, they do not really support the society, so are they a “Pseudoantidisestablismentarinism” spy? or do is there a counter-spy?
So a “Counterpseudoantidisestablishmentarinism” agent? (this was difficult to type, not counting how to read it). The point is, when you write, WHY you write, HOW you write. Nothing is out-of-bounds.
Creation of worlds, creation of words this is your canvas, you soul that lives, loves and stands in the WordSmith shop at the wordforge.
Pound out your stories, when someone reads it and says “Huh?” you can establish the meaning of it. If your person wears a bandolier (bandoller, bandoleer) look up the pictures of the ammo-belt and write it in! It is your hammer, your skills grow with each stroke of the key and research for your story–you do research, right?– each paragraph you build.
The story evolves. Perhaps you had a dream of a tsunami of walnuts in your house? When you finish the story, maybe it was a medical thriller of mass poisoning of bad food by a corrupt corporation. (Okay, been done, but I am just using it as an example) Evolution of the story, the building of the world is yours and yours alone. Many people may not understand it in the beginning.
The term Orc brings up an image. Professor Tolkien based the word on Orcus (orkus) the god retribution of broken promises and oaths. They were corrupt.
In another story I know of, an Orc was a judge and law-keeper. you have a complaint or conflict, the Orc-Judge had his or her law-book and followed the law. Rulings were binding. Wars avoided. It was a good story. But no one knew that an Orc could be a “good-guy” prior to this. Many still don’t.
So when someone looks at your work and is confused, do not be crushed, do not hit delete. Let it evolve! Explain, establish, and tell your story. JK Rowling created Avada Kedavra as a killing spell. Well..where could this have evolved from? Abracadabra? No..really. Could be? She took a known word and at the forge in her mind came up with a term I hear children at Halloween waving sticks at each other in tiny wizard duels. (I am Merlin, I catch and I eat the spells when they head my direction)
The world you build is always fun. Use the Technicolor of your mind to paint the glory of your story.
Be awesome! Be creative!
Be a writer.
~ your favorite cheerleader and future best-selling author,
Honey enjoyed the party, Halloween this year proved more exciting than in previous years. Her freedom grew while she attended college at Ocean Bay University. The characters of her dorm were such insane women, she was both alarmed and laughed until her sides hurt every weekend.
To Keep her grades up was the greatest struggle, but doable.
This Halloween party was just what the doctor ordered. Mid term testing had driven her dreams and now she was at a party with more booze than she ever seen in one house.
Rebecca, already braless with a white t-shirt was dipping her head into the pool, making the opaque material of her shirt transparent.
Then she dared act all embarrassed when she walked around with puckered nipples.
Honey enjoyed the drinks when she met Zac, a criminal justice major and his friend Dorian who studied chemistry.
The party moved from innocent to adult with a blink of an eye when the school jokesters showed up as strippers. Robert, Dean, Joseph wore fake boobs and G-strings and walked around and rubbed on everyone.
The night wore on, the more people drank, the more clothes fell off.
Honey thought she had consumed too much ethanol and the ground began to spin and move while she danced in Robert’s arms.
Except he looked around, too, tension on his face.
“It’s an earthquake.” He said. “It’s Only a 3.5…”
Then the power went out.
Screams and laughter echoed around the party house.
It would not be many minutes before “Oooh’s and ah’s!” became screams of horror and terror…
are the ones that lurk within our souls ~ EDGAR ALLEN POE ~
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So far, I am convinced the world of the kitchen today is trying to perform some kind of twisted sense of humor.
In making a sandwich, A touch of mayonnaise, havarti cheese, mushrooms, sliced crimini mushrooms. Then powdered garlic, and a sprinkle of crushed red chili pepper.
Well, that was the plan. It all went well until the chili-pepper.
The dry pepper in a jar just takes a light shake. Instead of a pinch? I probably put two-tablespoons on the sandwich.
UGH! Shake it off- carefully. And I ate it down anyway. THIS was a sinus-clearing event.
and now, I know for sure it is not an anxiety/panic attack, but my tummy is asking me “WTF did you swallow? A bbq ember? Wow!”
Ugh, Refusal to back down, hard-headed “I refuse to let it ruin my meal.” attitude.
So now I sit here perspiring more than if I just sat in the sun after a hot shower.
To quote a famous cat. Pffttthhp.
I can even fail at making a lunch.
But I did finish making the frozen dog-treats. Greek Yogurt, (Local “raw”) honey, banana, peanut butter that are now in the freezer. I just tried really hard to make a mess. One of the containers had a hole in it from a dog-tooth, so it leaked all over the counter. *Sigh* but that was the only fail. Messy enough. At least when breaking up larger frozen “Cubes” of the dog treat, I didn’t slice a finger.
Not that I didn’t try. heh.
I did get a half-dozen shots in with the bow, hit the milk-cap twice. I’m trying to get focused again.
On a related “Focused” note. Keep an eye on this (and a few others! PoffPublishing and Rarity for two.). blog for announcements of an anthology of Horror scheduled now for (NO later than) 1 October 2016. Originally scheduled for 2015, but all of us have fallen behind and with my own rough patch coming up (Mama Dash with Multiple Myeloma- a bone cancer and Sister Sledgehammer [the “Dash it ALL” attitude. Do not @#$! with her, she will hurt you.] with hardware being taken out of her body to the tune of about a half-pound of steel. PLUS a discovery that the previous surgeries failed to reattach a TFL muscle back to the hip. Papa Dash trying to crash and burn in front of the nurses the day of his surgery. ) I don’t see me doing much in a full-fledged assembly of a story, even if we have a team of us authors.
Speaking of which?
Anyone who wants to be part of an anthology of a horror novel scheduled for a Halloween 2016 season release. We have some openings. We are shooting for a 50-60,000 word novel. No more than 100k words total. At that point, our short-story size begin to shrink.
So, shoot me a note. We can chat.
Assistant cook and chief bottle washer.
Oh and just promoted from journeyman baiter to master. So all is good there. (think about it and you’re allowed to giggle)
Shock And Awe
Chapter 1. Radio Check
The night came early this time of year and was as any night in the busy, growing city. Located in the hills above the Pacific Coast of the American western states, it was a crossroads from the coast to those going to play in the mountains or returning to go back to school or the mundane misery of work.
All but one person. He walked down the street, a curious looking fellow, dressed in an over-sized leather jacket, rawhide pants and a calico print shirt. On his back, an archaic backpack of recent construction. Every tied knot perfect, each pocket stuffed full. On the left side he had tied frying pans and the right was a canteen that was as equally ancient looking.
He wore a cap made of some fur-bearing animal with a tail that hung down the back of his head. Dense black fur kept his head covered and from it hung a leather eye-covering mask with tiny holes. A defense against snow-blindness when it was necessary. Tonight was cold, but no snow had fallen yet in the year, it was still early in the season. Not even the holiday shoppers had even begun to shop in earnest.
Still, he was a man out of time. Maybe not a serious turn of the eye for most folks at night— it was not out of the question for the odd wanderer to travel through by way of train that ran through the town of seventy-five thousand souls.
In his hands, however, he carried a long weapon. As ancient as the clothing he wore, as if he dressed for Halloween early, or a mountain man convention. The flintlock was, by outward appearances, perfect in every way to the cursory inspection.
However, this old style weapon was different. Double-barreled, twin flint locks and double-set triggers with a select lever. He could choose between either one or both barrels. In the day this would be a heavy artillery item in combat.
Today, it was little different. The mountain man walked in to the shadow of a parking structure, standing across from the police headquarters and ate a cube of chocolate from a leather pouch.
Police main station, a tribute to mid to late 1960’s construction. Regular remodeling to the building over the years extended its useful life. Every permit, every plan drawn up part of public record if one knew where to look.
The mountain man had looked, along with his team, at all the blueprints, every one.
“Radio check.” He spoke quietly, his long, scraggly beard hiding the microphone at his throat. The earphone hidden by his cap.
“Five by five.”
It was only to let them know he was ready. In the sky, he watched a dark shape float by, listening hard, he could just hear a faint whirring sound, then a parachute-slowed payload dropped quietly on the roof of the police structure.
“Parcel delivered.” The earphone buzzed quietly in his ear.
The assault had begun.
Chapter 38. Spring Quarter Begins
Kolo walked slowly with Jona and talked about why she left.
“My family had to move, the Csu are in the area.”
“The chew?” Jona asked.
“Csu, C-S-U, no one knows where they came from, but they are a human-like kind of creature, but aggressive, hateful. They have drawn upon something that no one wishes to believe.” She shuddered. “Gorgons.”
“You are speaking in riddles.” He looked sideways at his friend.
“Paying attention in next years classes on dragon and human relationships will help. But for now, I’ll explain it is a kind of religion. The Csu follow a book, interpreted by the High-Priestess and their queen.”
“And what are gorgons?” They mounted the curving steps to the emerald level, to the dorms of their level.
“Gorgons are dragons that have fallen under the spell of the Csu, they have an anger that is corrupts their bodies, humans are favorite target, but an attack by a gorgon the humans view as an attack by a dragon. Dragons come in all shapes and sizes, like humans.” She held his hand. “We have hearts and skin, each of us are as different as two humans. Gorgons cannot be spotted from dragons, humans then hunt every single dragon to pay the price of the few malevolent creatures.”
“Do we have those here in school?”
“Oh no!” She shook her head. “Professors and even the Green Wizard have a sense about that, dragons and humans that are too dangerous to live with each other are not brought here. They go to a different school.”
“What kind of school?” Jona asked, still learning about the nuances about the university. “Like a school for dunces?”
“More like how to teach peace. Humans and Dragons do not associate at that school.”
“Where is it?”
“Other side of the world. It would take the fastest flier almost a day to get there.” Her slid around his waist and pulled him close to her as they topped the stairs and walked down the hallway. “I have missed you.”
Jona smiled, color rising to his cheeks.
“Oh, I forgot, you are sensitive to that.” She laughed softly. “Humans don’t touch like dragons.”
“I think you just like to touch me.” He grinned at her.
“Well, you smell good, especially after you have showered. You use that cedar oil soap. There is only one other I like more, but I don’t want you to try it.”
“What scent is that?”
“Fish.” She winked. “Specifically, salmon.”
“Um, yeah. No.” He laughed.
“Well, I’m thirsty. I am going to get some tea and study. I will tell you more about the Csu when I sit down.”
Jona shook his head.
“I just finished flying with Eva, I need to shower, if she gets in before me, she uses all the hot water.”
Kolo laughed and nodded.
“I’ll be on a cushion when you come out. I have studying to do, come sit with me.” She looked at him sideways. “You do still like to sit with me?”
“Oh, of course!”
“Summer enjoyed herself. You should invite her here sometime and come cuddle.” She smiled. “She would like that. Her clan are known cuddlers and raise families with humans.”
“Maybe later, right now? A shower.” Jona shook his head.
“Use that cedar soap.” She laughed and called after the human that tickled her heart.
She sat there with a large cup of steaming tea when Kola came and sat next to her.
“Did you tell the professors what happened at home?”
His sister shook her head.
“I have had enough trouble telling Jona. If the Csu have moved into the swimmer clan’s area, they are moving everywhere, the school would know before I told them.”
“Tell us what?”
It was Professor Vale, he walked on soft, cat-like feet when he wanted to. He walked to the golden tea-pot and turned the handle at the bottom, filling a cup with the fragrant steaming brew.
“Sir, the Csu forced my clan to move. They imposed their kind of law and it is a horrid version of law, worse than anything archaic humans have ever thought up.” Kolo looked down and went quiet.
Kola spoke up.
“Professor, they are using Gorgons.”
The tea-cup stopped in mid-air between the saucer and the Professor’s lips for a count of five before he took a sip.
“Gorgon.” He muttered as he took a sip while looking straight at Kola. “Are you sure?”
“They have the markings, carved into their scales.” Kola said.
“Professor.” Jona walked in wearing a thick, brushed cotton robe, his hair wet. “What is a gorgon?”
“They are a group of dragons that the Csu twisted and corrupted within and without by the magic of Csu.” Professor Vale started slowly. “They submit with free will, or captured and forced to convert, either way, they change.” He shook his head, sipped his tea, took a breath and continued. “The heart of the dragon is resilient and the scales of a dragon reflect what is in the heart. This is why you see dragons here as you do. Even those that are…”
Professor Vale trailed off and sipped his tea.
“Sorry, I lost the word.” He paused. “Bully. That’s it. Their heart reflects the violent fear that is in the core of their heart. They feel that it is the only way for them to achieve salvation and all that stand in their way they destroy. Human, dragon, young, old, statue, memories. And they will destroy all history to make way for only one leader and religion.”
“The Csu.” Jona said.
“Very good, I do not know where you have been doing your social studies, but you have been paying attention.” The Professor said.
“The serious threat that the Csu have for the world, where they raid, they use a scorched earth policy in society and physically. Humans are wiped out, dragons join or die.”
“Dragons do not submit.” Kola said.
“No, that means for a severe battle when swimmers, runners and flyers band together and fight against a creeping evil that is the insanity named Csu.” Vale shook his head. “Csu must be nearly two-thousand winter’s old by now.”
“Who is Csu?” Jona asked, his blue eyes locked on Vales gold.
“Csu was a student here, but dropped out when a judge caught her cheating during a race. The school transferred her to the segregated school for humans to learn peace and acceptance of dragons.” Vale took another swallow of tea. “She nearly killed a human boy. I do not know all the circumstances, but she used an object that she keeps with her. An antler of an animal.”
“She wrote a book about that time, claiming that it was the word of the Dragon Lord, Gamon.” Vale’s voice was soft as he thought. “Gamon has not been spoken of before, no one knows where it came from. But she gathered followers of like-minded dragons. She might be half-dragon herself, no one knows for sure, but her appearance has changed. Perhaps reflecting her heart and soul, buy in any way you wish to look at it, the group she has started has taken on her name. She is Csu, they are the Csu.”
“Corruption of the inside, corrupts the outside?” Jona asked.
“Not entirely accurate, but essentially, yes.” Vale nodded. “Dragons when angered over a long time, their bodies prepare for battles, claws get longer, scales get coarser and thicker. In mixed races with humans, elves and others, the effect is still observable.”
“So she builds a following. How can the world stop this?” Kola asked.
“Dragons, by and large, are peaceful with given exceptions.” Vale was still pondering. “My suggestion to you students, do not seek anything out on this. Stay within the range of the school.”
Jona looked around wide-eyed.
“I don’t think I want to leave the house.”
“Do not stress young human, we have protocols in place.” Vale tried to smile.
“Nothing can happen.”
Howard the Scarecrow, has long been part of the archery range. He is not a target, his goal as an obstacle standing the place where not to shoot with arrows.
Howard has lived over half-year, after last Halloween.
Today, however take your hat off and bow your head in remembrance.
Howard is dead. He lived a life of danger and adventure, dodging arrows slung his direction. Occasionally he got hit, but he always came back smiling.
But, his days were numbered. Howard the scarecrow, skilled and dedicated he was to Archery.
Honey the dog became bored and the tragedy of his demise at the hands (Paws?) of the out-of-control dog. He looked like the Scarecrow off the Wizard of Oz after the flying monkeys finished with him. Parts of him were ………………………………….>over here!< and some were……………………………….>over there!< ………. His head was ……………………..>lost for awhile.< …. found under a pile of rags.
I have put his legs and arms on the table in the patio, tomorrow is Saturday, I’ll try to see if I can reassemble him, but I think Howard is a multi-trauma victim and has injuries incompatible with life.
Howard is retiring with full honors. He gave his all, stout of heart, strong of fiber, just not dog-proof.
Good bye Howard the Scarecrow, you’ll be missed.
Chapter 36. Spring Break
“Kolo?” Jona tapped on her door and slowly opened it. It was dark in her room, that alone was unusual, she disliked the dark. “Kolo?”
“Jona, she left.” It was Professor Vale. “There was an emergency call to her and her brother. It came by way of Dragon Corps.”
“What was the news?”
“I’m sorry Jona, I do not know, even if I did, I would not be at liberty to divulge the information.”
Jona sagged a little. The Professor was correct, he could not tell Jona anything.
But Jona could ask. First, he needed to change his clothes to rider uniform. Get a little riding practice in, maybe find where she lived at the same time.
Walking to the door that led to the long curving stairs, he saw a note on his bed when he walked by the open door.
Breaking the seal and unfolding the neatly folded parchment, he read in the swooping quill-style that was uniquely Kolo’s.
”I am sorry I did not get to say good-bye. I will be back soon. There was a family event that the leader of our clan called all the swimmers together. I will watch for your name in the race postings for the school newsletter.
I will be back before you graduate.
I am joking. I will be back in two weeks on the first of the month.
She knew she would alarm him with the first part.
He would pay her back for that little trick and started to set up the payback.
Walking out into the courtyard, he found his normal ride had failed finals and was on Academic Probation, including sports, until she made the test up and the grades improved and considered worthy of a dragon of her age.
Not wanting to try to connect with another, he turned and walked back to the common area, wearing his armor, to look for his ride and give Eva a little abuse, his first year he had all the tests taken care of, he never thought he would outshine his ride.
”Eva?” he spoke to a familiar shape, but the face when the dragon turned around was not her.
“Oh, excuse me.” Shaking his head. He was getting too distracted and did not recognize his own friends.
“Eva is in the caves, studying, she is not taking visitors, especially your kind.” A wyvern hissed. “She failed because of you. She should have been flying with a dragon rider. Not a pink-skinned biped-human.”
Derisive laughter followed him when Jona walked away. A small, green pine cone sailed past him. When he was fifteen-paces away.
“Hey!” Jona turned around, but the dragons were all engaged in conversation with their backs to him.
Not seeing the culprit, he walked off with the sounds of subtle snickering and comment of “Human” following him.
Humiliated, he just walked to the student store, a couple of half-dragons were inside buying snacks nodded at him.
“I saw what happened.” The one called Summer looked down as she spoke. She was a pretty girl who often hid in the library and read every chance she had, her golden eyes blinked in bright light when she had to focus on distances greater than her arm’s length.
“The one with the silver rosettes threw the pine cone at you from his far side.” She blinked behind a set of glasses. “They are not dragons of honor like they say they are. They would not pass any test if they are ever investigated for their contempt for humans. I know, they don’t like me either.”
“Why don’t they like you?” Jona blinked. “You are pretty.”
“They are racers, and don’t think anyone is worthy unless they are riders or rides.” She looked at Jona. “Like you. But you talk to me. Why?”
“Because I think you are nice.” Jona said. “I have seen you in the library helping others.”
“That’s because they asked. I don’t go outside much. I don’t ever know what to say to people.” Summer looked down. “I am not as pretty as some girls. Like Kolo, I have seen you hang around her. Are you mated to her?”
“ME? Hah… no. I have to study in school, I have a few studies to catch up on. My mom and dad are off in trade somewhere. My dad is an artisan of iron and copper, they are in another country getting trade.” Jona said. “I am going to stay here for the spring break and study and practice racing.”
“Eva has been grounded for grades by Professor Vale. She has to study her human history.” Summer giggled. “Humans have a short history, too.”
“Can you help her study? I would study with you, she is my ride and I need her to race after spring break.”
“You would study with me?” Summer gasped. No one ever asked her. “Why would you study with me?”
“Well, the last time, Kolo helped me study, another dragon friend in my dorm helped point me the right way to study for Professor Krular and his tests.”
“Was that Obon?” Summer smiled when Jona nodded. “I like him, he cuddled with me once when I had a bad week. He is studying for a healer’s title, you know.”
Summer blushed lightly.
“No, I didn’t. But, yes, it was Obon who helped me.” Jona smiled. “I never thought a dragon could blush.”
“I am not all dragon.” She looked down. “I am neither human or dragon according to some of the clans, except my mom and dad.”
Summer Set, the part-human, part-dragon, looked at the floor as if the tile would do something.
Jona pondered a moment, the way his father treated other people, strangers that came into his shop, people from far places.
Tall, short, thin as blades of grass or as stout as a barrel, Aed Samhain believed they were all worth to pay the best attention he could give.
Jona knew that was the right thing to do. And Summer had fallen to the crime of the family that told her she was worth less than that.
“Summer,” Jona smiled. “Kolo and I are not mates.”
Jona paused and thought a moment as she looked at him.
“You are as bright as the sun in the sky and twice as warm. I think I would like to be your friend.” He said.
Summer smiled widely, something Jona would remember for years later. The day he made a friend who had a deep fear of others.
Together they sat, she told him of the guides to study for the different professors.
“In here, this library, all the answers to all the tests of all the professors are just sitting here to be looked at.” Summer smiled. “This is where they store past tests and get the questions for the next ones.”
They studied for weeks, Jona and Eve sat with Summer and studied with the shy student, and Professor Vale nodded each time the pair came in late, almost on the last grain of the hour-glass before curfew.
Each test that followed in the spring, Jona remembered. He had just seen the answers, talked about them with Summer and Eve.
His grades became the pride of his house, Professor Vale wrote his parents who sent care packages with letters of pride and toys for Sprite.
Kolo wrote, saying she was proud of him as well and would be returning within the week.
For the first time in his life, Jona felt he had something to make him happy.
The Green Man sat one afternoon and poured Jona a large ale of the newest vintage, giggling slightly.(He had already consumed two bottles himself.) Pointing out something to the young DragonMaster.
No one just gave the happiness to him, Jona did it for himself.
Chapter 35. AHH! Homework! AHH!
Jona staggered into the common room of the dorms, in his arms were four books, each the size of his head thick. Weighing half as much as he did. He put the books down on his table with a bang.
“Ugh, those are heavy. Three classes and we move into these books to study.” He griped to no one in particular. “I think I pulled a muscle.”
Jona rubbed the cramp out of his arm and sat.
Obon, a water dragon from a different clan than Kolo, held on book in his clawed upper hand, the faceted eyes of the undergrad glittered in the bright lights of the common room.
“Problem Jona?” Obon asked without looking up.
“Dragon law, the charter of human and dragon agreements of the seven kingdoms.” Jona rubbed his face with both hands. “The title is even complex!”
Obon laughed in a knowing way.
“Been there, done that.” The water dragon picked up a box and upended it, the crunching sound made Jona think of crackers until one of the things fell out of the box and crawled across the floor.
A hermit-crab! Jona made a face, at least his snacks never tried to run away.
Obon offered Jona his box.
“Ah… No. Thanks.” Jona laughed. “That’s not something I care to eat.”
“Suit yourself.” Obon laughed, scooping up the side-scuttling shell with tiny legs and popped it into his mouth. “You don’t know what you’re missing.”
“I think I might like it that way, ignorance is bliss and all.”
Obon laughed again, stood up and stretched. He was only up to Jona’s shoulder, but one of the fastest riders in years past, legend had it that he crashed, his ride was badly hurt. Obon was afraid to go in the air again. He was a swimmer and joined the water-ball team, excelling at that as he did with the sky-riding.
“I have a parchment to write on the first laws of dragons, back when man first stepped out of the fog of time.” Jona shook his head. “What is the fog of time?”
“That is when someone thought to keep a record of their day. The first journal, so to speak.” Obon saiad.
“Not to be rude, but I must have this read by morning, I have put it off for pracice in the pool. The history of human-male failures with the human-female.” The small dragon looked back into his book.
“Fail?” Jona laughed.
“Oh, yes.” Obon laughed. “You humans gamble big on getting a mate. When you win, you get someone like Professor Vale and Lady RedNova, Professor Greenman’s daughter? Have you met her?”
Jona shook his head and smiled.
“You are in for a treat. She cooks the best kelp soup.” Obon smiled. “Tasty by even human standards.”
“I’ll, uh. I’ll take your word for it.” Jona did not even like the sound of it.
Obon chuckled and shook his head.
“My advice, you have Professor Krular Class? He’s three-quarters human and one-quarter fire-drake. Better to have the homework done ahead of time, he has a particular habit for posting lessons on his office door. Have you been to his office to look?” Obon asked.
“No, we haven’t even started the class module, yet.” Jona felt alarmed. “Why?”
“You will have a test come after the week break. I suggest you go to the office and find out what you need to study on. He is unforgiving for failure to take on the responsibilities. You are studying as a Master, you have to take command of the situation, that is part of the test.”
Blinking, the young human took the pearl of wisdom and turned on his heel.
“Thanks Obon!” And ran down the stairs.
“Bring back another box of hermit crabs!” The dragon yelled after human. Feeling like a teacher, Obon picked up the box again and at another mouthful of the crunchy treats.
Jona, in a run, skidded out the door of the dormitory and then slowed to a fast walk, avoiding the urge to run, too many students walked to their different destinations, many reading as they went.
Four flights of stairs, the fifth flight, was horrid, cut from igneous rock and polished by a thousand footfalls.
He found Professor Class’ office, and right where he Obon said it would be, the lesson to study.
Laughing, he would have been an abysmal failure, but the study material, was simple and straight forward, but required him to read for about an hour worth of time. Returning to the dorms, he stopped at the student store and picked up a box of “Crabbies” for Obon. The sound of them moving around inside the woven material was slightly unnerving, but he made the trip and gifted it to the water dragon.
Sometimes, it pays to listen to those that have walked the path before. Jona contemplated as he read.
The first day of class, Jona had read, re-read and contemplated the mental state of the lawmakers of the era. And Professor (”Doctor if you please.” In terse tone of voice.) Class was true to character.
He did not forgive any student for being surprised on the testing on the first day of class.
Jona thought that Doctor Class looked annoyed, but impressed that Jona had the answers in the front of his mind.
Nodding inwardly, Jona made note to pay close attention to the older students who had been at the school longer.
“A true Dragon Master pays attention.” Aed Samhain said to his son before he his only child at the huge school, built inside the mountain. “You were chosen by the little one for a reason. Listen to those that care about you most. Don’t let your emotions or your heart lead your mind, just yet. Anyway.”
The old man had slapped Jona on the back with a smile, but the years of iron and hammers made the gentle, fatherly pat on the back feel like a blow by one of his hammers.
After the first day of class, with testing, Jona laughed and went to see Kolo.
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A gong sounded in the house somewhere and jolted Jona a`wake. Sam made a squealing noise in his room and staggered out in the hallway to the study room. “Ugh, I hate that! I had forgotten how loud that wake up alarm is. “
“Does that happen all the time?” Jona yawned as he noticed sweet breads, grains and a serving dish of scrambled eggs was sitting at the table in the study room.
“Only during the class days.’ Sam laughed “Nearly made me jump out of my skin all last year. My species only molts once a year on average. I think I nearly shed five times.”
Jona cackled in good early morning humor.
As he walked up the stairs, Jona saw that Professor Vale was there, supervising book bags being handed out.
“Keep these and do not throw them away. They’ll be checked back in at the end of the year.”
Jona hurried out of the Garnet house and headed to where his schedule indicated his class. Dragon lore and law.
Finding the right place after several stops to ask older students where the classroom was. Each one having the look of fear on their faces.
“You have Professor Koos. Good luck.” several of them said.
Walking into the class, just on time for class to start. A short human with a long mustache, pulled back just so, merging into his gray hair, looked up and then down at the seating. Jona was obviously the last to arrive.
“Mr.” Professor Koos paused, puzzling over the name. “Sam- hain? Please take seat twelve-dee”
“It is pronounced Sah-wain in my country, Professor.” Jona corrected the old human.
“Indeed? I shall endeavor to correct my pronunciation in the future.” Professor Vale said quietly.
Professor Vale began to hand out papers, “This will be a timed quiz, you have fifteen minutes to the end of the test.”
“Sir? Professor? I was unaware of a test today? This is the first day of school- what could be the subject?” Jona asked.
“You picked up the schedule before today— otherwise you would not know where the classroom is. By extension you then know where my office is, the lessons for study I posted two weeks ago on my office door, failure to study or to look for the lesson plan is no excuse. Please do your best on the test. Good luck.” And Professor Koos turned and walked away back to his desk.
Turning at his desk, he leaned against it and crossed his arms, for a teacher, Jona noticed for the first time, he had huge arms.
Professor Koos Spoke. “You come to me with heads full of sawdust and mush, in my class— if you survive— you will leave with minds of Masters. Masters of your Destiny and the earth’s.”
Thus the test began, Jona was already lost, thinking that the only thing he had gotten right was his name. Some of the questions he knew from his parents talking with him. Some questions he knew from his recent contacts with the school.
“Define a Dragon Hunter.” he read and wrote his answer with a quill.
Fifteen minutes later, Professor Koos collected the papers and began to lecture on the lore of the relationship of dragons and men.
Jona’s second class, fundamentals of flying was no less difficult. The instructor, Professor Vale, stood in the middle of the meadow outside of the volcano core. It was cool, even at the late morning, the red dragon shape of the professor paced back and forth in front of the class.
“Riding, not like a horse. The relationship between flying dragon and rider.” Vale said in a gentle voice unlike his voice at bed time the night before, “You will know, feel and see what it is like as a rider. No matter of your race. Whether you be Elf, Human or Dragon of your own that can ride another. The relationship is all important, there are those, humans mostly, that will hunt your ride. As a rider, you must know where to go. And there are things even in the air that will hunt a dragon.”
Several smaller dragon students nodded. Even the biggest of Dragons, it was known, the unspeakable terror that can come from below or above. Men with weapons that can reach out, wizards with magic and chains. A Dragon’s freedom was always under assault.
“First, you must know the speed at which a dragon can fly.” The armored head of the red-dragon nodded. ‟I can fly faster than an arrow can fly, and I can fly at that speed for all day. This is a typical speed, my friend here,” A huge gust of wind as a large gleaming purple dragon landed as light as a feather, “Has been known to create thunder during a dive. This makes it all but impossible to ride, unless you are hiding behind his horns out of the wind he produces.”
A rough voice, as if burned by fire, “I fly faster than sound when in a dive, I can fly past an observer before the sound of my passing reaches them.”
The class murmured in disbelief. One boy, a new student by the lack of rosettes on his leather armor, spoke. “My father says there is nothing that a dragon can do that a man can’t. Flying faster than sound is impossible.”
“Why are you here, if you have such a feeling?” Professor Vale asked. “Surely you have no wish to lean more, because you know all you need to know from your father?”
“I thought that this was a place of learning facts, not of stories. The earth is eternal, we will need to control and dominate it if we are to control the destiny of the earth.” the Brown haired boy said.
“Mister Gallo, please see me after class? You may attend the rest of the class as it goes on today.” Vale said.
Gallo crossed his arms,
“My parents give more money to this school than any other.” Gallow said as he stood with his arms crossed. He had muttured, but still just loud enough for Jona to hear him.
Sprite landed on Jona’s shoulder and clicked happily.
“Mister Samhain, you seem to have a connection to dragons, if I remember you have two parents that are masters themselves?” Vale asked.
“Yes, Professor. I found out just this summer that they are far more than they seem.”
“You might wish to tell me how to ride a dragon?” Vale asked, “What would keep you from falling off?”
“Um… Hang on?” Jona was not able to think of anything else.
The class laughed as if on cue.
“Knew I was going to like you as a roommate.” An unfamiliar dragon slapped him the shoulder as the purple dragon snorted in laughter and nodded.
“Vale, the boy is right, as much as it’s a melding of minds, to hold on is important.” The flying dragon nodded.
“Jona, would you come and sit on Wivern, show how you would hold on?”
Jona walked up to Wivern and crawled up on his back, finding a spot that he fit in perfectly and settled into what seemed like a saddle.
Wivern settled forward and flapped his wings, not taking off.
“He has a natural feel on the saddle.” Wivern spoke in his gravelly voice.
Wivern walked around in the meadow, Jona held on at first, as Vale was explaining the theory of how to sit with balance and keeping an eye out on for location. Communication between rider and ridden, explained by Wivern, performed by body language as often a dragon at speed may not hear the words of the rider.
“Some of us can hear through our scales, simply by speaking while we fly, we can understood without great difficulty.” Wivern advised.
Class continued, questions and answers, how to fly. Dragons were not steeds but simply friends that would allow riders. Jona learned that dragons came in more sizes and shapes than he had so far discovered.
Then the professor mention of the other, more frightening things that hunted dragons.
“Read up on dragon flight, the Gorgon is the subject of the written test two weeks from today. Flight styles and escapes in the past, I want a paper written due on the first day of next week, class dismissed.” Vale smiled as he watched the students leave.
“Gorgon, what is that?” Walking up the path back to the volcano, Jona asked Sam.
Sam shuddered. “I always thought it was a kids story to keep us home at night. The Gorgon is an ancient threat, there are more of them than one.”
“Hi!” Said another young man, “I am your roommate, came in at the beginning of classes this morning with Spirat, I saw you on the dragon at class. That was good! Wasn’t it? It was awesome to see!”
“Kola? Shut up.” Said a second boy. “He can never say just hello, he has to make a story out of it. I am Spirat, We will be staying in the room with you at Garnet house.”
“Say, you have a dragon on your shoulder!” Kola said “He looks like..”
“Kola, shut up.” Sam said and Kola became quiet.
“Kola comes from a Yak family, all they do is talk. Make good politicians, but seem to always take up all the air.”
Walking as they spoke, Spirat and Kola continued to introduce themselves. Kola was the younger brother of Kolo who Jona had already met. Kola explained for the thousandth time that the females of his family were very attracted to humans and were known to attract the best of the Dragon Masters.
“Half dragons are more common these days. Starting with a Professor here at the school.” Kola said as they walked to the next classes.
“Math!” Jona moaned. “I hate math.” It was always his worst subject. “I can never get it, my dad had to save my grades more than one time. Showing me how to do it, but still after all that time I was so happy to get away from the class and the instructor.”
“I like math” Kola interrupted, “The dragon math is different from what you know! It’s all about flight, angles and landings. Very involved, dragons don’t know it right off, many have been hurt with wrong landings. I’m not even allowed to fly.” Kola blushed blue.
Spirat laughed “He told me the problem, he keeps hurting himself, so they don’t allow him to try to fly, he does look a bit like a wounded bird in flight.”
Jona and Sam looked at Spirat, “You known him long?” Jona asked.
“We grew up together, we are second cousins on my father’s side and we grew up together.” Spirat grinned, “I take care of him, he takes care of me. Our family way.” Then he whispered, “He is the only biped fire-puffing dragon I know of.” Spirat laughed.
“Fire puffing?” Sam asked, “Not fire-breathing?”
“No, I don’t just breath fire, I have to focus a bit and then try, but I do okay at it.” Kola grinned.
The students walked back to their room and sat down to study during the night when the bell sounded in the house.
Dinner was served.
XII. Class Schedule
“Here you go, Professor Vale’s office, each student’s schedule is on the door. He’s a red dragon and rumor has it that he was once a human. He had a magic spell go as wrong as it could possibly go wrong, now he can’t turn back.” Sam said, then added with a tinge of fear in his voice, ‟His wife is the Red Witch. So don’t try to cheat on anything, those two will KNOW.”
Jona pulled a folded parchment from the door with his name scribed on the folded-over flap and opened it. “Dragon lore and law, dragon speak one-oh-one, basics of flight, mathematics— MATH?” Jona gasped, “Math was not my best subject, why do I need math here?”
“They always stick me in math. Hate it, but it has to be passed.” Sam shrugged.
Jona kept reading.
“Health: Pathogens of Dragons and Humans, Communicable Diseases and Interspecies Transmission. I do not even know what the title MEANS, how can I even pass the class if I cannot understand even the title?” Jona had a note of panic in his voice.
“You’ll learn.” Sam laughed, “As a dragon, I have had classes that instruct about the jealousy of humans, ‘human emotions’ that is a class that is a real pain. All the mammal humans I know are okay. I have considered that they’re talking about old humans.”
Jona smiled and kept going down the list.
“Fundamental relationships of rider and ride”, Jona blinked “Rider and ride? Like horses?”
Sam laughed again as they walked down the stairs.
“No, some dragons you ride. NOT like horses, they give rides if it is a bond of trust or friendship between the human and dragon. Like your baby dragon that rides on your shoulder and head. Someday he’ll become large enough to give you rides.”
Jona thought of sprite, had not seen him in a while and was being a little worried.
‟Well, right now, the little guy wouldnt’ be much of a squish if someone stepped on him.”
Back in their rooms they settled in for the night, Professor Vale, on the main floor, called that lights out time was nearly upon them, now the sun was down. Classes started early in the morning and all were to be in bed.
“Good night, students.” The voice was like soft thunder that echoed in Jona’s head long after he settled into the soft bed.
XI. Introducing Dragons
In the center of the school, a large open rotunda, taller than the tallest dragons that stood under the polished stone cupola, a soft rain that fell from the mouth of extinct volcano, guided off the roof and channeled to giant cisterns the shape of beer tankards sold in pubs throughout the world.
The students stood in a circle around the instructors and professors. Each professor standing on a level of a circular stage, looking outwards from the center, appearing like decorations on a cake.
Several of the professors were missing Jona noted. Looking around, all the dragon professors were missing. Then the voice of the professor that Jona had met a few weeks earlier, Melian Jewell began to speak from the middle of the circle. Standing on a platform higher than the rest, she addressed the newest students. Several of the older students had stopped and watched.
“Students, your journey begins here, learning what you have before, you must put behind you. You have all been appointed, have applied or been chosen. From now on your home is this university, here you will learn to go past the legends and mythology, to know the relationship between earth and sky, of water and air, you will know that the family that has raised you is larger and more complex than anything you have ever imagine. Here you will learn how to teach a dragon the most basic parts of survival, how to hide.” She took a breath. “here you will learn how to mentor and be mentored by Dragon Masters.”
At the last, a dozen dragon professors soared down from niches in the sides of the neck of the volcano and landed, encircling the human and elf teachers facing the students with their wings outstretched and tip to tip, the dragons of all sizes looked down on the screaming students. Keva stood behind Jona and buried her face in his back.
“These are your mentors!” Her voice boomed around the school center, “You will know them all in time. Ice, fire, air, water, earth. I bid you all, welcome to Dragon Master University of Higher Learning.”
“Who are the Dragon Masters? Us or them?” A dark-eyed girl whose eyes seemed as big as saucers as she looked up at a dragon that stood three times her height.
“Everyone who graduates here is a master. Some are Dragons, some are elves, some are humans. All are masters and will guide the survival of all the races.” A familiar and beautiful voice sounded behind Jona.
Kolo was smiling as she was handing out room assignments.
“Your bags are already being moved as we speak. Jona you are in Garnet Dorms, your first year mentor has been a special request by our own Professor Vale. You will meet him later at the dorm common room. You will find the room number assignments from him.”
Kolo reached up and tickled sprite under the wings while it clicked happily at the touch of the female dragon.
Trying to think of something to say, Jona flogged his brain.
Finally, it seemed like weeks he stood there asked Kolo “Did you do something to your hair? It looks nice.”
Kolo laughed and walked away.
“Silly boy, dragons don’t have hair, these are feathers and no, nothing has changed. You will have to try better than that.”
Jona turned away and cursed himself.
“Stupid, stupid, stupid. Next time think of something intelligent…”
Walking along the path to the Garnet House, Jona approached the dragon that he had met weeks before, the old professor.
“Do you know where I might find Professor Vale?” Jona inquired, “I need to meet him for a room assignment.”
The dragon looked at Jona and chuckled, “Yes, I know where Professor Vale is, he is very close by.” The dragon leaned close “He is me, I am Professor Vale.”
“Oh, I’m sorry, I did not remember your name. I’m told to report to you for a room assignment in the Garnet house?”
“New student, go through the door, turn right, go down the stairs, room fifty-six, it has your name on it.” the Professor nodded without even looking, turning to an older student “Sixth floor, room nineteen. You know the drill, you have a good room this year, your mentor will have easy access to you for early training. Just a warning: Do not fall off.”
The student left and Jona followed the other boy, as they entered the Garnet House, a Purple Dragon statue stood out front. Orange eyes and wings extended, it looked much like the one that gave him a ride to the school the first time.
Reading the plaque at the base of the statue, “Skittles the seeker” on the surface of the plaque, the rest of the writing was in a language he could not understand.
“Jona!” It was Rameses, “You are in Garnet? that is a good house to start in. They follow the lead of Skittles, the best student they have ever had. He was a great seeker of knowledge about humans and dragons.”
“Oh! Thanks! I could not read it past the name.” Jona said
“There will be a test later. ” Rameses said as he left “Gotta go, I have to move into my room, see ya!”
“Bye!” Jona walked in and turned right, walking down a circular-staircase covered with a luxurious a maroon carpet. Down he went, light for the stairs came from a tube of light that hung from the ceiling and down the core of the circular stairway. At the bottom of the stairs, Jona walked along the wide polished floor of snowflake obsidian while Jona shuffled with dozens of other students who read the gold plates on all the doors.
Finally room fifty-eight, Jona Samhain, Spirat Oillín, Kola Dragoneye, Sam Sam were the names engraved in the gold plate.
Walking into the darkened room, Jona paused for a few minutes until it was light enough to see.
“Touch the wall to get some illumination.” A voice from the darkness sounded, “But be gentle.”
Jona touched the wall and the ceiling began to glow.
“Sun tubes.” A man-sized dragon sat on a chair that looked like polished stone. “They store and use the light down here. We are the bottom of the pile.”
“I’m Jona”, he said. Looking at the blue tiger-striped dragon reclining on the seat. “It’s my first day.”
“I’m Sam, It is my second year, but I bombed badly last year so I have a do-over. Never did turn in my work on time after I got assignments. I did it, but kept forgetting it.” Sam looked down and sighed. “My Gram about gave birth to a polar bear when she got the report. Now I am back down here.”
“It is not bad down here. We’ll be protected from bad weather.” Jona tried to look at the bright side.
“Hardly, summer is too hot down here, spring it is humid, best times are now and winter.” Sam said and added, “Have you got your class assignments yet?”
“No, I just got here.” Jona was looking into separate rooms as Sam watched him move around.
“You better find your home-room teacher and get the schedule. Some instructors are evil. There is one elven chap that does Dragon Lore– you do not want to get him on your trail. His sister is a Bowheart and he really hates anyone who fails to measure up to her.”
“Bowheart?” Jona asked. “What is a Bowheart?”
“You are new at this! You need to get studying history and read last year’s story.” Sam said. “But no matter, you need to get your schedule, I will help you along. But you have to get the studies down. This place can be savage with no one to have your back. That is why they roomed us together.”
“Where would I find the home-room teacher?” Jona asked.
“Office is main floor, you will have to look hard for your name. They try to write them in your native language for the fresh faces that come every year. Then switch to the common language that we all talk, but you have that down already. You are one of the few humans I know that already have skills in understanding of common language of all the students” Sam smiled. “It’s good to have that advantage.”
‟Let’s go get your stuff in your room or you will get your bed taken.” Sam said, jumping up.
Running up the stairs after putting his clothes away, he donned his leather vest that had silver rivets but no rosettes like some of the other older students. Even Sam had an iron rosette at each leather joint of his vest.
“What do the rosettes on your vest mean?” Jona asked Sam as they climbed the stairs. “I have seen some that are gold, some are silver, some look rusty or even made of wood.”
“Classes they have passed.” Sam grinned, “I did the triathlon ride last year. So I got an iron rosette. You will get them as you get along in your schooling. There are so many I don’t know what they all are made of or what they are for. There is gold, silver, copper, bronze, iron, emerald, diamond and other gem types, many of silk, some of a white marble, others of black. Just depends on what you do.”
“Wow, well, let’s see what classes I have. Then I will try to get some on my rivets.” Jona laughed.
‟Good luck, first year. You might also get used to being called an egg or hatchling.” Sam nodded The scales of his head glistened in the light, like the polished walls of the school.
”You won’t get respect this year, no matter what you do.” Sam snorted a secretive laugh. ‟Just so you know.”
X. The First Days
Once again, in the wicker basket, Jona was heading to school for the beginning of the term at the autumn equinox. A pretty girl from the eastern isles, her hair the color of a sunrise.
“I’m Keva, my parents are both Dragon Masters and they appointed me after my folks talked to the council of professors.” She smiled at the group of other kids as they raced along the clouds.
A giant frost wyvern, related to dragons but with no front legs, only two wings and two hind legs carried them along.
A gentle landing, easily as good as the first ride, Jona laughed as a student who was first out of the giant wicker basket and hugged the ground whispering “Never-never-ever-never-never again! I do not want to ride in those!”
Jona laughed as the boy had stood up and stopped being terrified. He had held on to the edge of the wicker basket, his belt latch had drawn so tight that he had trouble breathing. He had gone the full length of the braided cord, and then some.
“It’s my third year here, I do that every time. I hate riding in those things. If people were meant to fly, we would have wings like the dragons. You know that, if the dragon slipped? That is a long ways to the ground. Never do I want to leave earth. My feet belong on the land or in the water. Not the air.”
“He makes that speech every year, I’m told.” Keva whispered into Jona’s ear after the boy’s panicked speach.
“They call me Screaming Eagle to my face, a great warrior’s name, but they whisper behind my back they say ‟Screams like a Baby” when I come home.” He said quietly as he wiped his hand over his forehead. “But, no one will ride in the basket, no one chosen of my family will come to learn about the world.”
“Well at least you don’t have a baby dragon that thinks you are its mother.” Jona said as sprite landed on top of his head and clicked a happy familiar sound to the returning Jona after the family had visited a few weeks before and had left the small dragon with the pretty swimmer-dragon, Kolo, the university secretary of admissions.
All the students gathered in the central part of the old volcano, Newest students surrounded the teachers in the center as the more senior students passed by and continued onto their dorms and home rooms.
Jona looked around, Screams Like a Baby, reminding himself the boy’s name is Screaming Eagle, headed off into the dorms of Water Dragons, the great Green Spire dominated by the a great statue of the water dragon’s queen.
Jona wondered what his mom and dad did on their first day, making note to ask them.
Not for the first time in recent days, Jona laughed at the ordinary and mundane life he left at the old school.
VIII. The DragonMaster University
Jona looked at the lady, she had beautiful eyes, her ears were elegant with a slight point to them, elf for sure! Jona had never met an elf, but he was sure this was one. She was not nearly as old as his parents.
“Professor, this is our son, Jona, he has been chosen by the dragons, one follows him still.” Mother Samhain said softly. “Jona, this is Professor Melian Jewell, she is one of the senior teachers here in the university. She teaches dragon language, the only person I know that speaks all the known dialects of dragons, including the dead languages that no one speaks even now.
“She, I mean, you ma’am speak all dragon languages?” Jona followed his mothers finger as she pointed to the professor, to who he was to address the question.
“I was around when the dragons first encountered men, I helped set up the school, many winters ago.” Melian stated with an air of simple fact. Jona was getting the ongoing feeling that his school back home might be over, learning how many bushels would fit in a cart to today of dragons, elves, snow. His education was about to start. All that he had learned before was to practice for what was going to come now.
Professor Jewell looked up and down at Jona and nodded, “You have a dragon upon your person now, he is sleeping in the fold of your cloak. You may name him if you like because his real name would take you years to learn how to say it correctly.”
The professor was correct, the little dragon had found a loose fold in his sweater and was no longer moving, instead, it had warmed up and gone to sleep against the skin of Jona’s arm. If Jona did not know any better, it felt like the little dragon was purring.
The professor nodded curtly and excused herself as the Samhain family walked to the office, men and women walked by in many kinds of armor, many were gold, some were obviously a gray metal of iron. Dozens of beings, of humans and species that Jona had never dreamed of that existed passed him wearing laminated leather and metal decorations passed by every minute.
Jona began to notice that there was a subtle meaning to all the different types of decorations all over the leather that in many cases was a heavy weave of strips held in place by the metal rivets engraved into various flower shapes, then gilded with different colors.
He assumed that each color and shape meant something. Flowers, hands, what looked like ropes, crossed knives and either feathers or leaves, Jona could not tell which, embellished the shoulders and chests of humans, elves and— someone who looked like human, but was not.
Jona walked behind his parents looking about when a larger youth with raven-black hair collided with him, knocking Jona sideways and making Jona stumble and bump into another student who was gazing at the sky.
“You be careful! I am a DragonMaster.” The youth shoved back and growled at Jona.
The color of the jerkin was thin and worn, well used or poorly made, Jona could not decide. The aggressive stand of the student, however, flamed anger in Jona.
“Stop killing people for once, do not pull out your gutting knife just now. Let him live and come with me, please.” Aed turned and called to Jona. Shocking the other youth with the deadly reputation that the older generation recognized.
The other boy stood wide-eyed and looked on as Jona walked to his father, smiling to himself and in a way that no one else, but his father could see.
A wink the elder gave his son as the boy caught up and they walked off together.
“Thanks, Da'” Jona whewed quietly, “He’s bigger than I am. I did not want to have a fight so soon after getting here.”
“A father’s skill, I got you out of a fight without needing to raise my voice or get involved directly. But, be warned, it may just have put off what you will need to do later. He’ll want to test you.” Aed told him. “I recognize the forged flower on the leather vest he has on. A good family that has fallen on hard times. His own father suffered an attack by a dire wolf and nearly died. That boy’s father is now touched. Sometimes I find him in my shop wondering over common items. They live on the coast and are good people.”
‟Does the pirate king know him?”
‟Oh yes. Keegan O’Danu has gone out of his way to take care of the family. That is why the boy is here. The O’Danu scholarship, designed just for him. No one else can qualify, all Kacra had to do was apply”
‟That’s the boy I warned you not to kill.”
‟Oh.” Jona thought about Kacra’s father wandering around the countryside.
From the coast to the shop would be at least a full days ride, two days to walk. How would Jona’s father get him home?
“Wagon mostly, and using an apprentice. Sometimes, I have given him a ride home on the dragon.” Aed leaned in whispering “I think that is why he keeps coming back.”
“So he takes it out on me?” Jona asked “I will have to avoid him or beat him.”
His mother shook her head at the her men talking.
“You will teach him how to teach dragons. By teaching you will learn, by learning from each other, you will teach.” She said.
”I do not want you to be fighting, I will be sorely upset if you get in trouble and I have to come by way of dragon— and I will come by fast dragon— to get you out of trouble from the school.” Her eyes flashed, “Then you will be in trouble with ME!”
Jona shuddered, somehow trouble with his mother, against the trouble in school? He feared his mother far more than anything the school might throw at him, including dragons.
Walking by a large door, several staff were moving bucket of fish in front of a large door to one of the dragon’s rooms. Barely they had time to get the door open when a tongue snaked out and wrapped itself around the leg of one of the faculty. Screaming for help, several of the bucket movers fought with the tongue until it let loose and returned inside the room— but only for a moment.
Out snaked the tongue again, finding the bucket, it dragged the container inside the room where a sound of sloshing could be heard.
Then the heavy bucket was airborn out and bounced off the door with a loud BONG. Jona could make out the shape of an armored dog, more than twice his height, possibly bigger than even the dragon that had brought them here.
Jona shook down to his bones when the bucket, big as ten men standing shoulder to shoulder, bounced as if it was the ball that Jona had seen the red-headed merchant had thrown for his son, Dana.
Jona looked up, it seemed like spires of a castle towered overhead on the inside of the old volcano, the heat and smoke that came from the bottom of the hole warmed the buildings, the fires were great stones that were heated by fire-breathing dragons that were being taught how to use their powers without burning things down. Jona was not sure who were teachers or who were students.
It seemed as if there were dragons that were professors as they ambled by with great medallions around their neck and others would bow to the dragons.
“The Dragons teach?” Jona could not stop his mouth from echoing his thoughts.
Aed chuckled and nodded, “Yes, you don’t find many students that daydream in those classes.”
Jona gaped at a red dragon that sat before an old lady professor. Her hair was blood-red, salted with white hair. Around the neck of the graceful, scaled neck of the dragon hung a medallion, battered and scarred, was a medallion engraved with runes around its edge, dwarfed by the size of the dragon, it seemed to be meant for someone of a different size. The dragon bowed it’s great head, as the professor kissed the scaled head and hugged (as much as she could wrap her arms around the huge head) the dragon.
Dearbhail looked at her son as he looked at the odd couple while they walked.
“Careful you will bump into a column.” She laughed quietly, “Those are the two most senior professors here. She is a witch, half-elf and her husband is a powerful wizard that gave up his human form to save her life, once upon a time during a battle with invading barbarians. But he did it in a way that no one can ever turn him back to his old shape. Someone has to say the proper spell, the proper ways with the proper words. No one knows how he did it and he cannot say how it was. He speaks rough human language, but not enough to undo the spell he made.”
Jona thought about this as they walked on, looking around. “Is this a castle?”
He looked around. “It is so large!”
“No, this is a village,” Aed laughed. ‟Really, a collection of schools that have banded together to make a more protected place to teach. This old volcano is long stopped being a danger, the only heat comes from deep underground or the dragons themselves.”
“We lived here a long time before you were born.” His mother added.
“Hatched, is better said. We found you under a rock.” his dad laughed as they walked. “Watch it!”
Jona nearly walked into a tree trunk sized leg as he was looking around, the dragon looked down and sounded like it snorted angrily at him while it moved past.
“She apologized,” Dearbhail translated for him. “This school was built inside the this old volcano, it can storm outside with a blizzard and all you will get in here is a soft rain.”
“Unless he has a class in the outside area” Aed added. “You will need to learn how to ride on dragons as well. It takes practice and a bit of luck— and a lot of understanding on how a dragon moves, thinks and lives.”
“This way,” his mother said as they turned into a beautiful building. A column of dragon images, each with a name under it.
“Puff?” Jona read, “What kind of name is that for a dragon? That seem silly.”
“Heh,” His dad laughed softly. ‟He was a legendary dragon that made one of the first contacts with humans that did not end in one or the other being killed.” Aed nodded, “It was the beginning of understanding between dragons and other creatures of the world.”
“Where do we go from here?” Jona asked
“Inside, come.” His parents escorted him in and he met the second smallest dragon he had seen so far.
Jona watched her as she moved around, she had a short tail, and she was in a same moment, color shifting from sky blue to forest green, performing complex paperwork quickly as she concentrated. She was so pretty that the young man nearly forgot to breathe.
Jona’s mom smacked him in back of the head and brought him out of his own little world of fantasy as the girl sized dragon smiled and looked down at her work.
“Happens all the time with new students.” She said with a musical voice. “It happens with dragons, elves and humans all the same.” She sighed and went back to a folder and opened it, pulling out several documents.
‟Clan Samhain, one child, Jona” She looked up at the gape-mouthed teenager “That must be you.”
Aed chuckled as his mom hid her face in the palm of her hand as she tried to stifle a laugh. Jona continued to stare, compared to the other dragons he had seen in the school, there was nothing like her.
“My name is Kolo and you can stop staring now, I am here to help you get through your first years, I will be your mentor and teacher of language arts of the first order. I also teach sports, I am a swimming dragon, but I also can fly. Do you swim?” Kolo looked at Jona with a soft smile and a wink.
Jona only made a momentary sound and then Kolo tapped him on the forehead.
“Are you okay? Did you eat a sleep berry?” Kolo giggled, “Here, just give these to you folks and then come back when you have your brain in your head instead of my shirt.”
Walking away Kolo looked over her shoulder at Jona who was being led out of the room by his father as they went to the desks to fill out the proper paperwork.
IV. Dragon Master
His father, a Dragon Master, laughing as he took a seat on the mandrel that he used to bend large metal objects to shape that he had wanted, suddenly became serious.
“You will be going to a school in the fall, after you learn a few more things on how to teach that new puppy to behave.”
“Why the puppy?” Jona asked
“Puppy dogs and baby dragons are similar in attitudes, but dragons are much more intelligent as they grow. Kind of like human babies. We all start out as drooling little lumps, but we get a bit older and then we pass the puppies on what we can think of. Dragons are the same way.”
Jona gaped at his father, his dad kept it quiet all these years. He never knew that his dad would be such a quiet legend.
Aed laughed again, “You know, ’tis where I met your ma.” he chuckled with glee at his son’s gape and shock. For a father, he had a great deal of good humor when it came to making his son learn.
“M-ma? You met ma at this school where you became a DRAGON MASTER AT?” Jona’s voice was getting louder as he spoke. “Does she know what you where there for?”
“Shhh…. our society is a quiet one. Not all of humanity is willing to accept that there are Dragon Master’s that teach dragons how to keep a low profile– and YES, your mother is also a Dragon Master. She’s licensed to teach baby and adult Dragons, just like me.” Aed smiled and cleared his throat proudly “And soon, you will too!”
“Now close your mouth before you catch a moth and get packed.” Aed said to Jona who stood there with his mouth hanging open.
“Heh, Jona my son, tomorrow we take you to the new school to find out your class schedule. With the fact you already have a dragon looking up to you, you will probably get into the training cycle first, rather than starting with the classroom teachings. I hope you get Melian Jewell, she taught me long ago. Very good with hands on– if you can keep your fingers attached.”
Aed stood up, Jona’s mouth once again was hanging open like he had something that had numbed his brain.
“Oh.” Was all the noise the teen could make at his father. “Oh.”
Aed was out of earshot by the time that the mouth was catching up with his brain as he staggered back to the wagon and climbed up. While he sat in the seat holding the reins, Jona tried to think for a minute, the information that his father had just told him was making him dizzy still.
“Jona, go home, your mother will know what to do, just tell her what we just talked about. Get a move on son! You have a lot to do!” Aed laughed, “You have time to act like a turnip later!”
Jona rode down the street when the dumb ox snorted out both ends again. the smell of flatulence brought him out of his reverie as he drove the wagon back to the house. His mom met him out in the yard, and she was smiling. “I have heard your father had spoken to you?”
Jona boggled, not for the first time in the recent past.
“How, who..where?” At least now his mouth was functioning with his brain, even if only in single words.
“You will need some good boots, lucky we had some on order for you from the cobbler. That you are of age and out of basic life school, now you learn how to truly learn how to live in the world. To keep the animals in it, not to do as some have in the past, exterminated simply by the rage of man and weapons.” Dearbhail said.
She shocked Jona with the tone and style his mother used. She was reciting all of history of barbaric treatment of the earth. She was a teacher and Dragon Master.
‟Mom, you are a dragon mistress?” Jona was able to get his first coherent sentence out since his father talked to him.
‟Dragon Master. There was some question, years ago, that mistress seemed to subordinate what we are. The female teachers outrank the males, regardless of how the word sounds. Dragons cannot be subjugated, but you will learn these things, women are the leaders in the dragon world. So it is with humans in their eyes.”
Aed came home, a sumptuous meal, grilled over the fires outside, filled the house with mouth-watering smells. Aed poured Mead for everyone. Father toasted son as Jona’s mother, though not sad at her son moving out, showed signs of being a mom for a change. The hard spirit of the Queen Boudica that lived on in his mom had softened at the thought of her son now going to her old Alma Mater.
“I never knew you were a Dragon Master, ma, you have never taught any dragons, have you?” Jona asked between mouthfuls of potato, boiled and then roasted with sea salt. “You have never spoke of it.”
“Well, we never would, would we?” She laughed, rolling up her sleeve. Her a tattoo graced her upper arm where a torque normally resided, often she wore the copper band, so Jona had thought over the years it was the green that had rubbed off into her skin, now as she had pulled off the copper torc, the tattoo moved and glistened as if made from real dragon scales. It looked as if it were several dragons holding each other by the tail in a complex, never-ending knot that was so intricate that Jona could swear it was alive.
“Only the alumnus of the university wear such tattoo’s.” Aed said in admiration, while Jona was looking closely at his mother’s body-art, his father pulled out his arm and presented the son with a view of his own tattoo. The count and the kinds of dragons were different, and somewhat darker.
“Your mother earned better grades than I did, but I was in a more challenged class of dragons. We had the dragons that would be considered difficult to teach, males normally, fire breathers.”
Jona laughed for a moment, then paused as he though of a question.
“Is that how you took to being a metal worker?”
Aed nodded. “Your mother came up with that idea, it makes a good cover story for the burns I get now and again when I have to teach a short-tempered dragon how to keep in hiding and not burn a house down that annoys him for one reason or another.”
Jona’s mouth dropped open again. Many times his dad came home with singed hair and had blisters on his hands, complaining that he had to get new gloves for the shop. Little did he realize that it might even been due to a fire-breathing dragon that the patriarch of the family had to teach.
Looking at his mother. “Why did you wear copper then? I mean, with all that you were doing, you should wear a gold torc.”
The smiling auburn haired mother sat down and looked first at Jona, then at Aed then back to Jona.
“Our goal was never to bring that much attention to ourselves.” She said with a soft smile. ”Yes, I could wear gold, but it would never explain the tattoo underneath. This way the copper would cover the tattoo, I could take it off as I wished and when teaching, like now.”
Jona suddenly realized that his parents were more than the quaint old folks from another generation who had no idea how the youth of today thought. Young people had greater challenges, he thought, it was they who would take the world next and make it a better place. But his parents— His, the mind reeled with the thought of what kind of changes they have done in the world.
His ma and dad had changed the world, saving the dragons from dragon slayer’s and their weapons.
Jona went to bed that night with a numb mind, school was starting in a few months and the old folks were just going to sign him up.
In the morning, the sun had not even illuminated the sky in the east when his dad woke him in the dark.
“Up! We have a lot of traveling to do. Get your breakfast in, yer ma has eggs cooked with shredded ‘taters. Up boy. Time is wasting!”
Staggering up, he pulled on some clothes, his mother had a great breakfast of three eggs and a potato fried on a griddle he had never seen in the house before. Barely stained, the yellow pan looked like brass.
“Gold, Jona, this is the traditional breakfast for first time visitors to the university, gold is the dragon’s vanity and gift. One reason they have had such a time just trying to exist, for people covet the yellow metal as much as dragons do.” Mama Samhain said gently. “Our guide brought the griddle to us just this morning. You get one more after this, after that, you are back on iron cooking.” his mother laughed quietly. “They draw you in by making you feel special, then beat your brains until you learn the lessons for that time when you serve both man and dragon and save both from obliterating each other.”
“Ob…oob ..What?” Jona could not get the word out of his mouth.
“Obliterate. Just think of if your uncle Rón when he sat on you when you were but ten-years-old.” Aed said with a crooked grin.
“Ach! No! I understand now. That is the last thing I want.” Jona gasped.
The breakfast continued with animated discussions on different dragons, dangerous kinds, water dragons, air dragons, fire dragons. Jona was beginning to have a headache. Care and feeding of each dragon was far different from the next.
Finally they finished breakfast, Aed washed the griddle while Dearbhail washed the other plates separately. The discussion between them was rapid and animated, the pride in their son was obvious.
Jona, stunned at the clothing that his máthair put out for him. Leather jerkin with iron studs, heavy leather gauntlets with oddly shaped finger coverings, boots that came up to his knees with chaps that fitted on his legs and clipped to the top of the boots. There were other rings on the jerkin and boots he wanted to ask about, but his mother and father disappeared up the ladder to the loft to change clothes. The sound of a slap and a mild threat was more information than Jona wanted to know about what his dad might have done.
Climbing down, the two elder Samhain clan were clad in leather and metal armor, his mother’s was decorated in gold and green rivets, his fathers was in silver, yellow and red-gold engraved metal flowers over the tunic, with iron and leather scabbards that held two short swords that crossed on his back. His mothers weapons, shorter and slimmer, much more pointed to the touch, had handles made of some creature’s tusks, as they were bone-white.
Pulling one of her swords, the light reflected over the mirrored surface of the blade. The metal rippled like water in the light and the edge was wavy, like the edge of a leaf.
His father drew a sword and set it on the table next to his mothers’ blade. Longer, more massive in construction, a blade for smashing through heavy objects, while his mother’s was one that might cut through the smallest weakness of opposing armor.
“These are the tools of Dragon Masters. Sometimes one must have the skills to fight either man or dragon and earn the respect. These weapons have different designs, each has a specific use and need when called upon. Where your father’s are for one kind of warrior, mine is for another. But each is not perfect, the two blades cover each other’s shortcomings of design.”
Jona stood slack-jawed as he watched the two most mundane, boring, simple folk that he’d ever known. He could even call them “quaint” by the past years he knew them. Now, the arms of his father, from years of swinging a hammer, the sinuous arms of his mother stuck out of the leather and steel armor– he had no other thought but that one moment he had come to realize most about his “mundane, quaint” old folks were members of a group that Jona never dreamed they could belong.
Unbeatable in the normal sense, mysterious— he never, ever knew of their second life.
His father was pulling on leggings that shimmered like water in a stream, on closer inspection they were fine scales, interlocked like fingers of two hands.
Mom and dad— they were awesome!
They were warriors.
They were Dragon Masters.
III. The Road Home
Rumbling back over the road, the sun was no longer right overhead, quartering behind him, his headache was gone, no longer the flatulent ox made his belly flip-flop in his throat, he had began to look around more. Often the look around at the small birds now that flew from tree to tree and wheeled overhead.
One bird, fell from a tree, landing on the ground and Jona laughed slightly feeling sorry for the bird, but had no time to deal with the plight of the flying critter.
Jona trundled past the young bird, it made an odd noise, but then took wing, and Jona saw its shape appeared like no other bird he had ever seen.
It disappeared into a tree once again, Jona shook his head at the ugly bird, it must have been the power of the distilled spirits still messing with his eyes as he rode on in the wagon, the smell of the peat as he bounced down the path no longer bothering him as much as the time wore on.
Jona was feeling more like a person instead of the underside of the ox-hoof and promised himself no more drinking before finding out what the next day would bring. His ma and pa were known to have had tremendous parties and had a whole next day to rest— but had planned it far in advance.
A touch of wisdom, Jona nodded and heard a familiar sound. Turning his head, he saw that oddly shaped bird again as it flitted by, but Jona lost it in the sun as the erratic flying creature zipped past as he approached the harbor where the black ship docked.
The red hair of the captain was visible as it poked out from under a feathered cap as the blond-headed boy was standing on a pallet of goods, the crews used pulley’s and rope lifted into the ship. Oxen and men pulled on lines as Dana was making sure that the materials where staying on the platform. A netting, used to secure all the crates, while the captain stood below with his arms crossed and shook his head as he spoke to the raven haired woman standing next to him. She had secured the delivery and supervised the lading of the ship.
Looking over his shoulder, freedom of the sea seemed that it was an outstanding life. Positive that the boy, Dana, knew more and saw more than Jona ever would, stuck here on land with no prospects but to tinker on the metals. Even if it was a successful business, suddenly he wanted another life where he could make a change, effect something! Jona wanted a life that was greater than his dad’s.
Flitting by, the tiny bird once again drew Jona’s attention. He was positive it was the same creature, it had a pendulous tail and curious wings, longish neck.
But was fast!
Again, Jona lost it in the glare of the sun, it seemed to fly in big circles around the peat loaded wagon.
“Probably the bugs that seem to follow the smell, it’s catching and eating them.” Jona thought to himself. “At least there would be fewer flies when I offload this at the smite shop.”
Suddenly a sound behind him made him turn around. Pulling up on the reins, he stopped the ox which took that moment to rattle out its backside again with gas. Stupid ox, it snorted as much out its backside as it did out the nose.
Turning to look closely at the bird, it had its back to him. It was oddly colored, almost a purple-black color. Abruptly, It turned and looked at him. It had a lizard kind of face. Cat eyes that looked at him curiously.
It was a tiny DRAGON!
Jona stumbled backwards and fell off of the wagon and down into a puddle where the ox had just finished urinating. “UGH!” Jona yelled, the urine smelled worse than the gas that the ox put out. The ox snorted as if it knew and was laughing in the way that only an ox could.
The little dragon gave a squawk and took back to the air, munching on a beetle it found in the peat and sped off behind a bush.
Jona shook his head, distracted now as he scrambled away, once an ox urinated, the other was coming soon and Jona wanted no part of that on him. The urine smell was bad enough as he stood on his feet and shook the moisture off his hands and looked around. The little dragon was gone. No longer visible to the blinking Jona. How was he going to explain what he had seen to his parents?
“Maybe I will just not say a word, they will send me off to talk with the Draoi of the village. Ugh.” Jona commented to himself.
The Draoi were known to cure people from visions and bless things like crops. But it would always take days, often consuming bitter herbs to cure anything from constipation to diarrhea to people with headaches to swelling of feet.
Clambering back into the wagons bench seat, Jona kept an eye out for the little dragon, seeing it every once in a while, it was not bothering the ox or him, precisely, but it was very definitely following him. It was not a chance meeting, the dragon was just a baby, it looked like, but was not near a mother.
“MOTHER!” He gasped in panic. Oh no, if the baby dragon had a mother, Jona was in dire trouble. All they might find of Jona and the ox would be charred bones or might not even find them at all. The boy began to look around rapidly for the telltale signs of impending attack. Birds taking wing or no sounds in the world as the lesser animals would hide from an attacking dragon.
Jona had never seen an attack, only in stories and legends were they told about. His dad, Aed would tell of how the dragons had nearly been driven into extinction by openly living with the humans who would hunt many for the actions of a few.
“Dragons are intelligent” Aed would tell Jona, “They learn and know, they are by and large, peaceful, like a raptor of the sky– they will eat fish or, in the cases of large dragons, oxen or whales of the sea. They had to learn to avoid humans, thus some needed teaching. It was humans that helped teach dragons of how humans lived and how they can see. These men and women became known as Dragon Masters.”
Jona once dreamed of being a Dragon Master, but in time grew up and figured out that all that his dad told him were stories to entertain a child. He had even stopped believing in dragons. But here, a small one was following his very steps as he made his way back home.
Jona took a moment and thought about heading back to the harbor and the black ship for protection, but that would have taken nearly as long as the remaining trip back home. Nowhere was there a sign of a mother dragon to follow the baby or make an attack. People worked in the fields, birds were flitting behind them, eating worms that would be tilled up or to eat the bugs on the grain.
As he entered the home village, he kept an eye out for the small dragon, he had not seen it for nearly an hour, the sun had angled down and the shadows were long. He could hear the hammer blows of his dad’s shop as he drew closer. Curly reddish hair, two bright blue eyes that looked out from a soot smeared face as Aed laughed as Jona made his way to the back of the shop. Always happy to see his son, the smiter directed the apprentices to continue the rough work of the current project.
“Da’, the seller says he owes you two more loads, it would be ready when you are to pick it up.” Jona told his father. “There was no problems, but ma was not in a good mood this morning, she woke me up too early”
The senior Samhain laughed, his hair shook with the good humor of a father with his only son learning how the world really works with the mother in charge.
“Okay, let’s off load the peat over there, Jona, I will send out the apprentices to help you, I have a gold torque to make for someone and I trust no one to do it, I have the idea what they want on the band.” Aed said as he turned away to go back into the shop.
A flit across the sky, Jona decided now was as good of a time as ever.
“Dad, I have seen something you need to know, I think it is serious.” Jona said loudly after his father.
Aed motioned to the junior apprentices who mounted the wagon and began offload bricks of the fuel and walked over to his son and sat down on a mandrel he had made years before. Motioning his son to sit, the elder no longer laughed, taking in his son’s look as a young man with something that was serious in his mind to tell his father.
“I am kind of afraid to tell you, but..” Jona trailed off.
“Spit it out boy, I have known you all your days, you never tell me to wait unless it is serious and important to your heart.” Suddenly a concerned father than a laughing friend.
“Dad, on the way back, I think I saw a dragon– a baby dragon. I’m worried that the stories you told me of the mother dragon that might attack for stealing her baby might come true.” Jona said quietly, he did not want to let the other boys hear him and laugh.
Aed looked at him for a moment, then with wide-eyed concern his father asked. “What did the dragon do?”
Jona, shocked that there was no question of whether he had even seen– just what the actions of the baby did.
“He, well, he ate some bugs as we traveled, took them out of the load of peat.” Jona said slowly.
Aed Samhain began to smile. “Jona, you may not know what this means, but by the good grace of fates, you are going to have a life that you never dreamed of! The dragon chose you to go to a school I once went to.”
Standing up and walking to a bucket of water, his father washed his arms clean of soot and sweat. cleaning the tattoos that entertained him as a boy were still in bright relief.
“These are the marks of a graduate of the school of dragon masters.” Aed told Jona who gaped at his dad’s words.
His father was a Dragon Master!
A teacher of dragons, a group of storied and legendary people who hid and protected dragons since the dawn of stories. Who had taught the dragons how to hide, how to tell the difference between those that would help and those who would harm or seek to harm any of their kind.
They were the go between’s of the world of dragons and the world of man.
“You?” Jona had trouble getting his thoughts to gather in one statement. “You? Taught? Dragons?”
He shook his head at the thought of his dad as a Dragon Master?
Dragon Master University Chapter 2. The Road, The Sun, The Hangover
The rumbling cart wheels on the road did little made the demon in his belly trying to come out worse. After the fourth stop to expel his insides at the base of a bush, Jona swore that his mother did not love him anymore. Her love was only for children, now he was grown-up, he no longer qualified for her love.
The sour taste in his mouth and burning in his throat was only equaled by the throbbing in his head as the ox passed gas noisily one more time that made his stomach heave once more.
At least he did not vomit this time as he rumbled past Finn’s house. His brother-in-drinking games from the night before, swore fealty to each other over pints of ale and some of the uisce beatha from Finn’s parent’s stash. Jona could see Finn was working in the fields in the sun, not far from where the barley would grow for next year’s distilling.
Looking like he had just emptied his own stomach, the pale youth just waved weakly at the passing Jona, his own thoughts mirroring what Jona had also been thinking– Parents were the most evil creatures on earth that had no understanding on what life was like for the young.
As he passed the harbor on the way to the village where he was to pick up the peat, there was a ship tied up to the dock, one he recognized from stories.
Black and white, painted as if it was one of the great predators of the sea, a ship of trade, but also of legend. The ship carried warrior sailors and feared by empire and robbers of the sea equally. On the dock a crimson haired father played with a blond boy of about nine years of age, tossing a ball back and forth. The dad would put a spin on the ball so it would bounce oddly and the boy would laugh so loud that Jona stopped and watched carefully. Once, the ball rolled under the middle of the cart and the boy skidded up to get the ball.
“Hi! Can you move your wagon so I can get the ball! My dad throws strangely sometimes. I’m trying to teach him how to throw a ball.” laughed the blond-headed kid. “He is not getting it! He can captain the ship, but cannot throw a ball for his life!”
“He is your dad?” Jona asked as he waited for another cart to move out of the way.
“Yeah! That is Keegan O’Danu, my dad and Captain.” Dana said. “I am Dana O’Danu.”
“Dana! Hurry up! I’m getting forgetful, how did the ball get over there!” Yelled Captain Keegan from the far side of the dock.
A woman sitting on the edge of a loading dock,horses hitched to a wagon with the wheels that Jona recognized as being forged by his dad, was directing the lading of the wagon. “Lady DaLeo, your Captain wished to have the ingots first? He should supervise this, while we load here.”
DaLeo whose raven hair showed iridescent as a raven’s feather in the daylight, her eyes flashed as she stood up, the storekeeper backed away without so much as a word of the supply officer of the black ship and followed the first set of orders as she had previously told him.
Jona laughed as he rolled the cart forward and Dana retrieved the ball with a bright eyes and laughter, ran back to the game to teach his father how to throw the ball correctly. The laughter of the boy and father echoed down the vale and in Jona’s mind as he entered the building. Remembering how his own dad and he would play now and again, but that was when he was young and his parents loved him.
“Just wait until you turn eighteen, boy. Captain Keegan will not love you anymore.” mumbled Jona as he slipped back into his black mood of a hangover. Still his day had brightened slightly as the look of the lady back there had also made the shopkeeper feel low– and he had not been drinking the night before!
A pothole that rattled his brain in his head painfully brought him back to the focus on his guiding of the ox– who’s backside rattled again with a smell of partly digested grain and fermented cud made Jona gasp as his gorge rose again in the back of his throat. Wishing for all the while to sail with the merchant ship and the freedom of the sea.
She walked around the corner, a girl from his school, now just a page of his personal history with graduation of the senior students, Caoimhe smiled and waved up at him as he rumbled by in the wagon. Waving back, he managed to sit straight and put as much importance in the driving of the equipment as he could and stopped the wagon so he could say a few words with her.
“On my way to get important supplies for my pa’. He is depending on this delivery, wish I could stay and talk but I have to get it back to him by evening.” Jona said with as much importance as he could make it sound.
Caoimhe nodded and laughed, “You always are doing important things for your pa. See you later, Jona? What is your pet’s name?”
Jona shrugged and was out of sight before he could think of what she meant. She had never been to his house and did not know of any dogs that lived there. Jona did have a wolfhound but it had died the year before, only just now got a new puppy of the same breed for his birthday the month before.
His dad Aed was complaining that the new dog was more stupid than that of the ingots of iron, copper, silver and gold that he worked in the forge and anvils.
Jona would have hoped that the patriarch of the family was not so attached to the old dog before the old hound died quietly one night, he’d have accepted the pup more easily perhaps. But it mattered little, the old man was always petting the little dog when no one was looking in his direction, even sneaking the dog a scrap from his own meal at night.
Finally, arriving at the camp of the peat cutter, whose own son was looking as ill as Jona felt from the party the night before. Naomh’s father was far more harsh yelling at the boy to get the peat stacked in the wagon as the smiter’s son sat in the shade.
Offered water by Naomh’s mother, (Naomh who had drunk more than all of them the night before.) Jona took the cool drink with great thanks. Only minutes later he had felt a world better, though his belly kept trying to tie itself in knots, his head no longer hurt and he was not a walking ache. Twigs of white willow floated in the water making the drink more of a weak tea with the slight bitter taste, but it was refreshing and he felt better after he finished his drink.
Finally the wagon, loaded to groaning with blocks of peat was tightly stacked in place. Jona, now feeling like he would live through this day, and Naomh drove several staves into the pile to hold it steady for the trip back. Naoise, the peat seller, shook Jona’s hand, “Your father had paid me in trade for this already, I owe him for some work he has done for me. There are two more wagons of peat due him, let him know that I have it ready when he wishes to have it. Just come and get it.”
Jona nodded, thankful he did not have to count or sign anything, most of the merchants his father dealt with all did a trade in services and items. Sometimes when it was ingots, Aed Samhain would forge something of great beauty, keeping the metal for himself, but giving back the art for that merchant to sell. No money changed hands precisely, but all parties stayed satisfied with the dealings. It was a good business.
Jona could not believe his dad, the old man would often speak of how to teach, trying to teach Jona how to teach dogs to sit, to fetch and do tricks. Jona resented being taught to teach animals, his wish was to smite and create with fire. He could cut the leaves of a shamrock into a small bit of copper better than anyone, never getting the metal to crack or wasting the material. This was his wish to do, but his dad always taught him how to teach and somehow getting peat to lug back and forth was not what seemed, or the path he wanted to take.
Besides, what good was it to teach a puppy-dog how to do dumb tricks?
It was not like teachers ever did anything exciting.
Chapter 1. The Morning After
Oh how fun this was! Jona Samhain woke that morning after the headmaster of his school declared that the four years of higher learning was over.
The headmaster placed the scroll of vellum into his hand, Jona had passed!
Jona laughed, his late night of partying with the other new grads, coming home in the twilight before dawn and collapsed, fully dressed into his bed. It was a good night to start a great summer’s day as he stretched in a lazy sleepy way on his bed, curling up with his pillow.
A summer of fun was coming and his friends were all planning different things to enjoy the summer— All except Carrigan, she had already planned to spend the summer with the Red Witch over in the next valley. Rumors had circulated around that area of the lands of how the witch’s husband had changed himself into a red dragon to save her life during some ancient battle and was unable to change himself back, no one could. Not Jona’s idea of fun.
Not for him, so much school! His path lay with his father’s business. A great business that everyone respected. Last night, so much mead and wine, breads baked by the parents and friends. shredded pipe-leaf cured in honey and smoked rooms of wood chips. He was barely able to see straight as he rode his horse home. One girl named Rook- or something like that- she had gotten so that it sounded like she was talking in different languages that no one understood. The other girls of the bonfire held her hair out of the way as she vomited behind a bush.
Sitting up, Jona sat up into the shaft of light streaming through his window and the light suddenly sparked a blinding headache. The laugh in his heart suddenly turned to a moan of pain, followed by a more careful laugh at himself, perhaps maybe not so much mead later this summer was a better choice.
His family was well off. The elder Samhain was a smiter of iron. Axles, wheels, objects of art— the father was always making something and enjoyed the work. Often when he came home from the smite shop, a mark, once branded on his forearm in the shape of an egg with baby dragon hatching out of it would be obscured by the soot and his father would smell like smoke and metal before he climbed into a copper tub that he had hammered out of a large ingot that he negotiated for.
Often he would have rings shaped in dragon faces, a heart that he called “Dragon’s heart” he forged in such a way that the iron seemed to have scale and muscle on it. It was a good seller for men and women who came to the shop. With a gem for an eye in the heart, the words “A promise is forever” that Aed Samhain had tattooed in his other arm.
Jona lay quietly, smiling, despite his pounding head, his summer lay before him and his dad would let him slide into the business easily when, his mother’s voice rattled through the door of his room.
“JONA! GET UP!”
Pounding on the heavy door, one would think that Jona’s mother, Dearbhail, would have hands made from the iron that his dad hammered on at the shop on the other side of the village.
When he stood up, Jona realized that this was a mistake, no longer laughing, it was all he could do to keep from vomiting as he ran down the stairs outside to get fresh air. The normal smells of his mother’s cooking that would have brought him down with an appetite now just caused his stomach to flip dangerously and as he ran out with his hand over his mouth, Dearbhail laughed at him.
“Eighteen summers old and you think it is all you can do? Lay in bed all morning? Your papa needs someone to pick up peat and take it to him. The peat seller is over in the other village, now take the wagon and get it to your father, he has to forge a set of wagon wheels for the Boaire of the northern lands, his daughter is set to get married this summer.” Mother Samhain said in normal conversational voice, but it felt like drums in his head.
“Ma! My first day of summer! I am going to take it easy for the next few months until autumn!” Raising his voice to a plea as his mother shook her head and pointed to the wagon.
“Go! Your father needs the peat!”
“I won’t go! I am out of school! I will get the peat when I’m recovered from the party last night!” Jona said weakly as he trudged out to the miserable sun-lit day.
It was so unfair.
Summer’s meant to be fun and free.
19. A Nightmare Of A Possibility
Twitching, the world took on a surreal color pallet.
She slept with her arm over his shoulders, cuddled up to his back like two spoons in the flatware box. This world faded away and another one slid forward on soft cat-paws in his mind.
A nightmare invaded Kane’s slumber. A violent dream.
He was angry. He was fighting and he was fury incarnate, down to his core, he was… He was…
He was Orcus the avenging demon of wrongs. The angry imp that struck in an instant.
The black-soul that would invade a lover’s heart and turn the loving soul into a murderer in a moment for minor wrongs, bringing new slaves to the Dark Lord for his bidding.
And found – Not an angelic minion, a nameless adversary. It was… It… was… even in his dream, he stammered.
It was HER!
He defended his Angel. It played vividly in his mind, he was again there when the Hoard attacked. For his heart focused only on one soul ever. A heart properly motivated would do anything. In defense of his deepest mote of love, that one spark never lost, did he do the unthinkable.
But the hesitation brought the unwanted attention of the Dark One who did not believe in such deep thoughts – Backing up his best, his most infernal, the one who brings the most of the new souls in for the Satan, Emperor of Hell to torment for his pleasure.
The Great Angel of the Pit arrived and struck her a crushing blow, pushing the smaller imp out of harms way, attacking the crimson haired angel delivering a huge slash across her arms and with that single blow of his clawed hand, he knew her name.
Bronwyn they called her. In that instant he knew it was her human name. Somewhere in time there was a candle lit for her. But that mattered not, this soul, that forestalled the killing stroke of the best of his warriors, one who commanded a legion. The Emperor’s best and brightest, the most savage, one of the most feared of all.
A blow stung him to the core as she struck back, a blessed sword of holy crystal! With a mighty roar of a thousand damned hearts, and struck at her with claw and fang, to tear out a new soul. Not one that would be returned to this little Angel’s lord. Her flesh would be ravaged, spirit would be torn and body broken as he pounced on her like a savage raptor of hate, of the dark side and he struck with a blow to shatter souls; it was the law of things in battle. The mighty overwhelm the weak.
But this angel did not read the rule book.
The bright, pure soul of the host, drove Hell’s Master backwards the flash of a moment as she struck him with the might of the host. Michael would not have struck as hard. Silver chain mail over her torso resisted the power of darkness, for this was for this was one of the great warrior archangels. Fitting her like a wet shirt, it guarded against the savage horde. However, it was not on par with the supreme demon of the darkness.
The battle ensued, he was savage and she as a blinding light against his dark, claw to armor, fist to fang. The whole of the lands shook with the fury of battle. Master against Angel, there was no turning back, Bronwyn was fighting for her immortal soul and there was no mercy, no plea that would be heard. This was a battle to the end of it all, to the death of two immortal beings.
She struck with enough power and heart to knock him to his knees, enough power to break a demon. But not this Dark Lord, almighty in his satanic powers, he was beyond her dreams of power. He took his measure of her strength, weighed her power and compared it to his own. She who had gotten a few hits in, her light was as a small lamp in the pitch darkness of night. Bright as she was, she was found wanting, and he retaliated.
That little blessed knife of hers, broken and thrown away, hummed feebly in the dirt.
And the Devil struck with the might of Hell – again and again the great dark fist of the Emperor shattered her body, her shield of faith. Her soul would taste like a sweet grape on his tongue after he tore it out of her and consumed it, never to return to the adversary of her Lord of Light. To hell with an angel.
Beaten, weaponless, on her knees, held by one wing he beat her again and again. She screamed one name.
Her screams echoed in the cold, dead heart. Somewhere in the dust of ages, among the dead and heavily scarred flesh that wound around the blackened and charred whole of his soul, a spark that was hidden was found and it heard – the spark flared, burned and ignited something within the emptiness that was the heart of a demon.
A rage that grew, fanned to flames by the winds of memory that rushed back, an awakening of a promise once made to a pure soul. The spark that remembered once promised to protect.
But not this time.
Shall not. Ever again. Fail.
And a single word, born from the very core of fury.
Corruption was who he was, a body covered in hideous scars of ages of combat, unholy visage of a beak-like face, horns for hair and red-rage that glowed in his eyes. Orcus, a name known only to Bronwynn, had in that one moment, that blistering rage that erupted and attempted control of in a futile effort, the Emperor of Hell saw and knew.
One brief shining moment of longing crossed the angry face of the warrior-demon. Of passion’s fire kindled in a heart that had long gone to cold ash. A history that was once forgotten, rose again in the demon once thought soulless, an ember of passion rose and the testimony of that one quiet hot mote arose to live again in the being that was Orcus. A soul, blasted and scarred with self-hatred and anger.
“You wish this female? Take her soul then. Use the battle-ax, the Claw of Hades and cut it from her.” The terrible eyes of the Emperor turned on the General of his legions. “Strike her sacred body, cut off her wings, cut out her soul and you will stay together for an eternity! You will command together. Whole legions of demons that would respect you both, you will the power second only to mine, you both will be in Hell forever.”
The dark countenance of the Dark Lord was that of savage pleasure, to have her struck down without her fighting back. A total defeat of an angel and the stealing of a soul as pure as this.
“Power and love of your mate for all time. Fear and respect from others, none shall dare not stand up to you.” The Dark Master spoke to the smaller demon.
On the battlefield the three stood, all demons had stopped their corrupt actions and watched the drama, would an angel switch sides for love? Would the great Gardener stand up and save one of his own. A warrior angel, the best and brightest, one that had once turned her back on heaven to live a life with a love. One where her heart once rejoiced so much that it echoed in heaven.
The Dark Lord held her by a copper-colored wing, this angel, one who had given her heart to Orcus so long ago with the blessing of her Enlightened One. The long scarred and hideous arm held her out as if to offer a meal to the demon for his abuse, for the cut to come. To take her into the darkness and drive out doubt in the host.
Once an old affable gardener with wisdom unmatched and told her to go to the Imp and love him good and well.
“Raise him up, love him all the days on that little spot that you claim your own.”
This moment she hung helpless in a giant’s clawed hand. On a finger an ebony ring of an apple surrounded by a snake on the hand, he squeezed and smoke billowed from her wing and Bronwynn screamed in pain. The battle between the light and dark over for the moment.
But there was no fight left in this angel. Her crystal sword broken and the angel’s battered and bruised body hung limply from combat against the one called Satan. She was out of energy. With not enough strength to fight, she hung in his mighty grip and cried. Holy chain-mail hung off her in tatters and shreds. Plates of armor, harder than diamonds, tougher than a heart of a warrior crushed like foil lay on the ground.
Defeated, no weapons left, too weary to lift her arms. Bronwyn hung there, broken and beaten.
A flick of the wrist and she was flung across the battlefield at the feet of the demon of retribution, vengeance and pain.
“Cut her soul from the angels body and you will have her forever.” The Dark One spoke. “How deep is the love you have? What would you do for that passion that burns in your chest? Do you believe you have a love for this small one?”
“She pleases me.” Orcus looked at her.
The old rage was there, ruby-red eyes of a savage demon. But… something else and it did not go unnoticed.
“DO you love her?” The question was more of a statement by Hell’s Master.
“I…” A hesitation. How does one give up a weakness? Never a good idea to do so to anyone that has power over you… but… “Love her.”
“What sweetness.” Satan laughed. “Would you do anything for her love?”
“Yes.” Orcus was watching her, greed in his wholeness. Cultivated consciously, lust for power. Turning away from love. Lust for a mate. Not love. To use her for pleasure. NOT love.
“I love her.” Damn it all! Orcus thought. Not what he wanted to say.
“Sweet indeed. Love for an angel. Does the small demon wish her with him forever and ever?” The Emperor said softly. “I can give her to you.Just give her the stroke, take her soul and bring her to you. Live forever in each others company in the beauty of your world. Can you do that? Can you love her enough to bring her to you?”
“I can do that. The soul of an angel, power untold. I can do that.” A grin from the lips that split with the evil of his own words.
Savage anger glowed from his eyes, the Claw of Hades, an old friend, a battle-ax whose blade had ten points for piercing of armor in his hands that caressed its polished surface as if it were a sexual device. The tip of the main blade pressed against the bare flesh of her chest, an unprotected gap of her rent and destroyed armor.
Bronwyn looked up into the eyes of the one she loved most in all the worlds, all the universes that existed, anywhere she ever lived, anyplace she had gazed upon — she had given him her heart.
The tip of the ax rested against the curve of her throat, where it joined her torso, she had nothing more to give this demon, the imp that held her heart. Trying to tell him, never did he fail her. For she loved him greater than all the souls that were in heaven.
An evil laugh as the Master knew what would come. “Would you do anything for love?”
“I would do anything for power! I would do anything for love.” Orcus cackled now.
Bronwyn gave him her best, most vulnerable spot, knowing the pain of the cut coming. Not fighting any longer, she arched her neck back, offering her soul, she gave up all that would be her history, her love, her passion.
She would give up her heaven.
Her lord and her soul.
And waited for the cut that would take her from the light and plunge her forever into the darkness of the pit of the abyss.
She then heard the last time he would speak to her in this world.
“I’ll do anything for love.” His breath was hot on her cheek.
His breath coming in deep ragged gasps of blood lust, she knew. The tip of the cursed battle-ax, a gift from Hades to Orcus in another long ago age, pressed against her throat dimpling the flesh.
“I would do anything for your love. ” He said again, softer. “I will have you as mine forever.”
She could feel the muscles of the battle-scarred body tense, the winding up of the moment, he was ready and the blow was moments away.
“I”ll do anything for love!”
Bronwyn closed her eyes, waiting for the first sensation of pain that marked the end of her heavenly life as she gave herself to her love, her heart, and the one that brightened her soul even from the darkest of realms.
She closed herself off to the view of the one with the weapon that had her at his mercy. The him through time and realms that they had traveled. Through dimensions, ages, together they had once loved laughed and had light of the universe in their hearts.
“I’ll do anything for love…” He drew a deep breath through sharpened and savage teeth…
*I love you.* It was her last thought.
“… NO! I WON’T DO THAT!”
Turning in an instant, Orcus hurled the cursed ax, the Claw of Hades at Satan himself, launching into an attack against the Emperor of Hell, this demon of legend, the First Emperor of all things of evil intent, action and temptation.
A simple flick of the Lord of the Demon’s hand and the ax flew away over his shoulder, landing uselessly in the battlefield beyond the reach of the smaller demon.
“I knew you! Traitor! You shall live forever as a slave to serve us all! Torment by those being tormented, undying life of slime, never-ending pain is all yours forever. I shall enjoy consuming your angel, she is MINE.”
“NEVER! You will starve!” The Demon screamed.
Savage was Orcus’ attack, the crushing blows he delivered was with every mote of his being, all sound, all battles, all conflict stopped as the host of heaven and the hoards of hell halted their battles and watched this ballet of destruction played out.
Watching the fight that suddenly became center stage of a battlefield, Asmodeus turned to Lucifer. “One-hundred on Orcus.”
“You’re on.” Lucifer already had plans to tell the Emperor how the odds were. Who bet on the outcome.
“I’ll take some of that.” The Beelzebub stood near the arch-demons. “I’ll take the Master.”
“Roll your own dice Beeze?” Leviathan laughed, the giant put down his vote for Orcus. Calling him “The once and future Emperor”.
Savage orange fire from the mouth of the Emperor for the chest of Orcus as he folded his wings around for protection and laughed as the flames enveloped his body.
“Time to fall!” A scream from the beak-like face as the demon went claw to talon, fang to fire as Satan did battle with the best and darkest of his demons. Green fire from the clawed hands of the demon that shattered the confidence and wings of the Emperor. The tail of the once-Emperor, whipped through the darkened atmosphere of war, a weapon unto itself, the prehensile appendage wrapped itself around the throat of the Dark One.
“To slime, to torment, to slavery with you! For LOVE I shall strike. For her soul I shall beat you into the ground.” Orcus screamed as his tail tightened against the armor-scale of a neck as he looked into the compound beast-eyes. Sixty-six and six-hundred pupils that he saw his reflection framed by the horned face.
“For my angel’s heart, you will suffer!”
Satan’s quad-lipped mouth opened up and exposed too many teeth as the Emperor of Hell choked on a grip tighter than steel that squeezed ever tighter. The Devil’s mouth tried to bite the scale covered hide of traitorous demon.
Twisting about in the noose of a tail, the Dark Lord landed a blow that registered on earth as an earthquake. Scientists explained that a previously unknown fault shook the humans. The same blow nearly obliterated the demon, but Orcus fought back with the power of love. The demon was unstoppable as Satan was relentless. Again they collided head on, claw to claw, fang to tusk. Each blow measured to inflict the greatest damage, each block meant to waste the energy of the opponent.
Never had there been such a challenge to his power. Victory was not assured, for the fist time in an age – Satan, the Emperor of Hell, felt fear.
Fire and fury, hate versus love. A Dark-Heart against the power of darkness, the energy of both opponents took a toll as they gave their all for victory.
One loved power, the other loved.
Suddenly a misstep, a missed moment in a battle against an implacable enemy and Orcus was flung backwards by a titanic blow, one wing broken, the other wing torn, horns broken, eyes unfocused. The right arm lay useless under his body.
Tired and out of breath, the Emperor of hell moved towards the demon that dared to choose love over immeasurable power, lust and greed. This Satan, wheezing and blinded in half his eyes, all the fingers on the right hand missing and the Emperor of Hell walked on his hands, swinging his leg forward in an ape-like walk, trailing black ichor that served as blood, towards the traitor, a stump where the left leg was missing. He struggled to tear with his remaining hand, to finish the demon, to turn him into the lowest of the slime of hell – Better! To consume the dark soul until it was no more, to digest and spit out that which they called “Love”.
As the Emperor got close to the puny and broken imp, close enough to strike with what was left of his claws and fangs, Orcus held his left hand outstretched towards the Emperor…
Was this beseeching? That thought was entertaining.
A plea for mercy? A laugh at the thought rose in Satan’s mind.
A plea? Hardly.
It was a call, a command to a part of the demon’s own wholeness, a call to an old friend, a gift from the Emperor that followed Orcus to the throne. The call to the Claw of Hades, a call that the ax must answer. Return to its owner no matter the obstacle.
Behind the Dark Lord, the Claw of Hades lay in the filth of the battlefield, forgotten in the rage of battle. Tossed so easily away by the more powerful demon and never given a thought after.
A fatal mistake.
The weapon, as much a part of Orcus as his tail was, answered its call. The ten-pointed ax trembled, slightly at first, then turned blade first and raced through the air to the Master of the Ax in a straight line, regardless of what was in the way.
The Dark Lord became aware of the whistling noise, the disturbance drew the great demon’s attention, but too late.
Returning to Master of the Ax, the cursed weapon drove through the through the forehead of the Dark Lord on the way to the hand of Orcus. The look of surprise was entertaining to the old demon as for one brief glorious moment as Orcus nearly laughed, the Great Devil himself, the destroyer, He who defeated Hel who gave her name to the kingdom that He then ruled. He who defeated Hel held his hands up in frozen stark surprise…
And imploded without a sound, like a shadow banished from view when a light shines into the darkness.
The Dark Lord was no more in one last anticlimactic, quiet, mundane moment.
All that was left, an ebony ring of an apple surrounded by a snake that fell to the ground. Frost formed where it bounced until it stopped moving. A freezing fog formed around the ring, curling over the ground as it rested quietly in the dust.
Panting, barely strong enough to stand, pain was his second world, a second life of passion drove him to stand. Shredded and torn, his right-wing broken, dark blood oozed through dozens of new wounds that covered his body as he knelt next to his angel.
Lifting her up in his arms, she reached up and caressed his face. His broken hand held hers gently. There were too many wounds on his immortal body, he was weak beyond description. The immortal demon was weakening further, the great heart had begun to beat, now faltered. He caressed her face with a blood-stained finger tears leaked from his eyes as dark blood leaked out of him into the dirt.
“I’d do anything for you.” He whispered softly and nodded, “I would do anything for your love, but I would not do that. I could never do that.”
“Come with me.” Bronwyn whispered. “Come back home. You are free.”
A soft cough from a few steps away interrupted.
“Hell needs an Emperor.” The Lucifer said, standing behind Orcus. “It is advancement by assassination in Hell. He must take his place on the throne.”
“NO!” The Angel refused to accept this! Orcus sacrificed it all for her life.
“NO! Stay with me!” Bronwyn argued. pulling on Orcus’ arms, her own hands too weak to grip tightly.”Turn away from all this, come home. I will not have this!”
“He could do anything for love. Fight the old Emperor,” Asmodeus nodded, frowning as he handed the ebony black ring of an apple surrounded by a snake to Orcus. “and win. He has changed the course of a war, changed a thousand hearts. He has altered the universe in uncountable ways. He did that all for love.”
“He did it all.” Lucifer nodded. “He did it all for love. But he cannot go with you.”
“He can’t do that.” Beelzebub whispered as he shook his head and bowed to the new Emperor.
The cool hand of Bronwyn touched him in between the shoulder-blades. “Orcus”, the name echoed in the webs of his dream, his face was wet from tears, Kane had cried out in his sleep.
Kisses on his cheeks as the hands of an angel cupped his face.
“What makes you cry?” She frowned with concern in her eyes.
“I dreamed I had lost you. Our time together was over and I had to use my powers to save you. I also remember my name, from so long ago. Orcus.”
“I remember that name. Punisher of broken promises and oaths. No wonder you do not break promises to children.” She smiled at him. “You are the children’s guardian of promises. You keep the promise of the gift giving when the days grow short and life begins anew. You are the one to shape a child’s view of the world.”
He shook his head, “I still lost you and I will not allow that. Ever.”
She slid her arms around him as she kissed her husbands tears away.
“We can change the future.”
Together they slept the rest of the night, no further dreams intruded.
But Kane had his doubts.