Dragon Slayer — Azeviche. Chapter-4 This author writes fantasy , because he loves it.
Chapter 4 -
Children of the night
“Nothing. He is too tired. I don't think he will wake up today, let him sleep,” Marcus says.
“Dear. I don't think that this is the smart thing to do. He just said that there are people coming after him. We need to figure this out as soon as possible. We might be in danger,” Agnes said.
“I'm sorry. I know he is your friend, but situations like this require unconventional measures,”Agnes approached the gray Elf and without any ceremony, slapped him hard in the face.
“ Look. It worked like heaven, the little brat is opening his eyes.” Azeviche clasped her mouth holding a laugh.
“Halv looked at me. Is it me, Marcus,” He shook him. “Old friend, if someone dangerous followed you here, you have to tell me. Where have you been? Who enslaved you?”
“Oh,my dear friend,” he looked at them with squished eyes. I ran away from the Dark continent,”he said.
“It's been over a week of hard walking to get here. I escaped from a prison in the innards of earth. They know that the Gray Elves were the greatest allies of the human race in the hundred day war,” I Don't ́t...Don't ́t eat for days. I feel weak,” He said holding his belly.
“ I will take care of this,” Ronna said as she went into the kitchen.
“ Majesty you…”
“ No!” Do not call me Majesty. Not you Marcus,” the elf said, looking to Marcus.
“ Don't give me the royalty bull. Look at me, dressed in rags…” Halv Har said.
“... but, I took back my copper belt.” He tried to smile but his face was sore.
“I took the sword, Marcus, I’m sorry, I did it,” It was the only weapon at hand, they are right behind me,” He grabbed Marcus by the lappet. “This human cub almost finished what they started,you see?''
“ I ́m not a cub. I'm a person. My name is Azeviche Jet and will always defend my Family,” she said pointing a clenched fist to Halv-Har.
“ How do you like my daughter Halv?” Marcus smiled at him.
“ She is tuff, the little one”. He Scoffed.
Azeviche, Agnes and Marcus, looked at the king of the Elves with pity, and surprise. They all had heard of the Dark Continent, but most people only heard tales of it; they never actually been there. All they heard were speculations,for no one had visited the land of the Draconites and survived to tell. They untied Halv-Har, he straightened his back up in the chair, explaining what happened to him.
“The Draconites aren't aliens from another planet, nor some fancy looking devils as many of you think that they are,” he extended his finger pointing out of the window.
“What's out there overseas, in an inhospitable land…” he paused to catch his breath. “They are creatures that have lived here silently for many years. They live among us. Humans in appearance, my friend. Are you listening to me?”
“ They are tall and pretty looking,” He continued to explain.
“ They look like...pretty humans?” Agnes asked him.
“ Yes, round ears, pink skin. The females too. You all look weird to me with your round ears, but I have grown accustomed to it,” he laughed.
“ They all look like you, so they mingle with ease. But don't ́t be foolish, they are creatures that live in the bowels of the Earth. Merciless creatures they are. These people have always been there, living, procreating, preparing to take over the surface of the earth,... that they think is rightfully theirs.They hate every creature that walks the face of the Earth, because we have enjoyed the treasures that belong to them. While I was tortured, they told me everything.I was not expected to survive. I was told that a dog like me is not worthy to walk the Earth, let alone enjoy what they call their heritage.
”He gets tired and stops to rest. Ronna gives him a cup with hot soup. That helps Halv-Har to get some of his strength back.
“An entire civilization lives within the Earth. Thousands of years ago, when human civilization didn't even dream of walking the Earth. This planet was inhabited by giant creatures, reptiles, and lizards, larger than the Dragons we fought in the war. Draconites reigned over the Earth, over those creatures, and all that dwelt here. But faith determined that all this was to fall apart. A giant asteroid collided with our planet.
“ An asteroid-like in the children's book? Azeviche asks.
“Yes, pink cub. The old stories are true. A stone the size of tree islands. Almost all the creatures vanished from the earth. Giant reptiles were largely extinct and the Draconites were no different. Civilization as they knew it was extinguished, the continents cracked like an egg with the impact of the asteroid, reconfiguring the continents as they were once known. The impact also created a huge cloud of dust that covered the light of the sun from the whole planet. A long , merciless winter killed them by the thousand,there was no more food, nothing. The Draconites found themselves compelled to search for their survival in the wombs of the earth. They discovered that the planet is almost hollow inside, Marcus Abbe. Milenar caves have been created by subterranean rivers extending throughout the interior of the planet.”
“I saw it all, believe me”. Halv-Har tells them as Ronna comes back with warm blankets for him.
“They do not live in total darkness or illuminated by Candlelight and torches all the time”.
“No!!! The more you walk towards the center of the Earth,the more illuminated the caves are and the more intense the heat, because the center of the Earth is heated by a gigantic sphere of magma, equal to that coming out of the volcanoes. Big as an inner sun.
“ And how do all those Dragons fit in those tight caves? Azeviches questions the King, frowning her face.
“ Good question, little pink cub. I've seen caves with ceilings high enough for several creatures to fly free, they're gigantic natural domes that even possess a micro-atmosphere. Halv-Har takes a sip of the hot soup as he looks at Azeviche.
“ A Micro atmosphere. You want me to believe that it rains in the center of the earth?” She looks suspicious.
“ That's exactly what I ́m telling you. She is very smart. He looked to Marcus and Ronna.
“ Our little girl read a lot of books.” Ronna smiles.
“ Go on. Tell me about the Dragons. '' Marcus asks him.
“ The Dragons are the last survivors of the cataclysm too. The Draconites took them to the caves as pets, like horses. But they have more intelligence than we can tell. They are independent creatures. There is a strange connection with the Dragons and the Draconites.”
“There is a peculiar detail though”. He sits at the end of the chair and looks at all of them in the eyes.
"They all mostly look human. But there is one of them who is not like you.”
“ Not like us?” Agnes is curious now.
“ Precisely! He's a giant like the ones in the antediluvian stories they tell when we were children. His name is Ukrit Zoltan. King of all those people, his skin is disgusting, like a toad. His height surpasses the comum Draconites and his physical strength. Another kind of creature for sure. Everyone fears Ukrit. Also, strange powers seem to emanate from him. It could be magic, but a wise man once told me that any technology too advanced for us to understand, looks like magic. Does this warning seem strange coming from an Elf? Halv-Har touches Marcus in his arm that was resting in the chair, as he listens closely to all of this.
“ I'm glad that you remember my words”. Marcus tells him.
“ Your friendship will never be forgotten.
“You crossed the sea.Did you steal a boat? The Draconites they are still behind you?” Ronna ask him.
“ Wait! There's still something I don't ́t understand. Who took you in the first place?” who would dare to capture the king of an entire nation in his own territory? Marcus wants to know.
“ I was betrayed!!! There's a group of elves who blame me, for the elven blood spilled in the hundred days battle. According to them I should never have made an alliance with the humans and helped you against the invaders. But the Draconites consider us less than dogs. I never doubted that I was right in my decision.” And no, I did not steal a boat. It would be easy for them to get track of me if I did that. I stole one of them, Dragons.
“You flew in a Dragon?” That really catches her attention.
“Yes child, but that is another story. I feel too tired. My bones ache and the winter is hitting us so hard this year.” He says bracing the warm blankets.
The large wooden Gate that separates the Silver Sword ranch from the lands in its vicinity always creaks, when someone enters the boundaries of the property. And tonight is no different. A creaking noise tells them all, that somebody has just arrived at the ranch, this late hour of the night. Ronna looks out the window and is amazed with what she sees
.A blonde woman in a ponytail and military uniform and a boy in his heavy winter coat runs desperate in the middle of the night. The blond woman carries a bow and she is dragging with her a little boy, wearing a heavy winter coat and brown boots. They run looking exhausted and fall about three times, into the high snow that accumulates throughout the entire ranch entrance, before they reach the door of the House.
“ Hey there's a woman and a child out there. A woman carrying a bow. She tells them.
Marcus reaches for the sword that was resting on the couch and heads for the door. And then the voice of the blonde woman can be heard and two people desperately knocking on the front door.
“Please open up, we´ve been attached”. We live on the ranch next to you guys. The woman's screams and the little boy can be heard too.
He opens the door and points the Silver Sword to them. But a desperate woman and child are looking at him. The woman in the green uniform, an embroidered tag at her chest reads Archibald. He remembers them both at the train station.
“Come in quickly sergeant”. Marcus tells her as he sees the tree stripe as identification in her arm.
The boy runs in, he's very tired. But suddenly he is as static as he had seen an apparition before him. He turns pale as a sheet of paper and screams.
“Azeviche!!!”
Azevich looks at the boy standing in front of her, with his arms wide open, crying out for a hug. Her eyes pop out of the skull and from it a tear. She imagined that it was him back at the train station, but she thought maybe it was just her imagination.They both ran and squeezed each other in a long hug.
“LuckyFeets!!!”
“ Well, it looks like we are not strangers after all. But we don't have time for this. I live in the Green river ranch, here next to you guys and we have been attached by…” She notices the Grey Elf sitting on the wooden chair wrapped in warm blankets and sipping hot soup from a mug”.
“ Thank you for helping us. My name is Ansley Archibald. We were attacked by Gray Elves. They look like this guy over there.” She said pointing at the elve with the bow.
Halv-har puts the mug aside, jumping out of the chair. He fixes his clothes made out of a potato sack like they were the best suit in the world. He adjusts its copper belt as if it were made of gold; because for the gray Elves of the mountains, copper is indeed, worth as much as gold. Seeking within itself the stamina that may not even be there, he is prepared for whatever is about to come.
“ I told you, they would come for me.” Says the Elf King.
Still standing at the door, Marcus and Ansley Archibald, see torches being lit in the darkness of the surrounding woods. One by one, twelve torches are lit, forming an arch around the ranch, showing that they were surrounded.
Azeviche taps the boy in the back trying to cheer him up in this stressing moment, she even smiles and he does not understand one goddamn thing.
“ Why do you look so worried? We are together once again. Have I failed you before? She gave another hard tap on his back.
Azeviche goes and takes the bow from Ansley's hands and tells LuckyFeets: “You see this little fella here? She points the bow to his face. “
“He is the king of the Elves. The Elves of the Elves. Their lot is coming to get him. But, hey. I just put him to sleep very quickly. How hard will it be to take them all, now that my dad is back home?”
“Relax, we are soldiers of the Mighty Oluf, remember.” She points the bow now to Agnes.
“Agnes you are all military people. Do you have some arrows for this thing here? She asks.
“We have another bow and a trunk full of arrows, my dear.” Agnes is surprised by Azeviche. She cheers them up with her spontaneity. Agnes pushes a heavy trunk to the center of the room. Jet looks at it.
“It is an early Christmas day.” She says opening the trunk latch.
“ Azeviche, you stay out of this, this time.” Says a very preoccupied Ronna.
“Girl we are surrounded by the White ... -” Before Halv-Har can finish it a loud howl is heard, like a werewolf in the night.
“— Wolfs”. Halv-Har finishes looking out the window.
“ We are all dead” Robert LuckyFeets is shaking from head to toe and he shakes Azeviche as she goes around with the bow and arrows.
“ You see Bob, you're always overreacting”. When I told you: Stay with me behind this wall and we shall survive this yellow-eyed dragon, you did what I said, didn't you? Azeviche fixed an arrow in the bowstring of Robert LuckyFeets.
“ You always scare me when you start to talk like the people in those old books, “Viche”. He looks pale again.
“ They only brought puppy dogs to scare us.” She smiles.
Hal-Har, Marcus and Agnes don ́t know if they are upset that she treats all this situation with disdain; after all, she is just a child. Halv -Har looks at her and sees an image of himself when he was young and arrogant.
“ The white wolves are no Puppy dogs, pink Cub. They are ferocious warriors.” He tells her.
Ronna looks at her mother, she worries about their lives. Ansley Archibald also looks shocked at Azeviche, but seeing a trunk full of armaments brings hope back to her.
“Wolves indeed. Shall we sit here and be slain? Ansley says.
“They already went through my house looking for you, Mr King of Elves and they would kill us to find out where you are, but we ran away,” Ansley says to Halv-Har. She takes a quiver full of arrows from the trunk.
The silence of this long night is broken by the howling of the wolves surrounding the silver sword Ranch. Slowly moving around their prey, the gray elves, known as white wolves, use large white Wolfs as their ride; because of the size of the Elves, they can easily use these huge Wolves as if they were horses and move fast through the forest.
Coming down the valley towards the house,little gray Warriors in their armor approach the front porch.
Eleven gray Elves stop their rides, as their leader comes forward to talk to Marcus. A golden-haired elf wearing ornate, metallic cuirass, protecting his chest and back and gauntlets. Point his sword and talk.
“We are here to capture the traitor Halv-Har. We know that he is in this region and even if we have to demolish all of your human houses, to arrest him, we will not leave stone unturned.”
“I receive no traitors in my house. I ́m looking at one now and I don't like what I see.”` Marcus screams at the boastful Elf.
A dark elf gets closer and screams back at him.
“You dare to be disrespectful to the king of the elves,... Human! The dark elf shows that he feels disgusted by the word human.
“Shut your mouth Berko”.The leader of the White Wolves, quietly shuts him up with just one gesture. He does not like the attitude of his minions and looks at the man on the front porch as if he feels a rotten odor. He opens his mouth showing his yellow pointed tooth. The same goes for the White Wolf staring at Marcus.
“Are you harboring the traitor of our race?” “Give us Halv-Har and we will spare you and whoever else lives in this house with you.” His attitude is cold and his expression becomes rigid like marble.
These arrogant and impetuous words were heard inside the house causing the blood of its residents to boil with rage. Especially Hal-Har. He runs towards the door and lets them see that he is in there.
“I am no coward. The only traitor here is you”Saburo”. Says Halv-Har. If his eyes were a sword, none of the White Wolves would be standing anymore. But the sight of the Elf King, dressing a torn, potato sack causes a big laugh.
“ You call yourself King Har? Look at you.”
What a mess!!! His filthy lips arch in a terrible smile.
“I don't even have to strip you of your crown, you come to us dressed in rags?
“No. Ha,Ha, Ha. Rolled in a potato sack.” Disgusted by the sight, he spits on the ground.
This is more than Marcus can stomach. Anger reminds him of why he had enlisted and what he had fought for throughout his military career. It wasn't just to stop the Draconites that he armed himself and killed many of them. It was to prevent evil from taking over the Earth. Evil can not prevail.
“He is king by right and by conquest. I don't know anyone more worthy than him to wear the crown”. Marcus takes a good fat spit, making the wolf stand back with Saburo on its back.
Ansley Archibald can no longer stand the offensive words. Her wounded pride for being attacked demands revenge.
“You will pay dearly for the destruction you have caused in my house.” Ansley screams at them.
“Stay out of this ugly, female. You're not even fit to copulate.” Saburo gets irritated.
There's nothing that can be done to avoid the inevitable. The tension in the air could be cut like a piece of pie, eyes that were taken by anger, look at each other, just waiting for one of the parties to make the first move. Saburo is not the kind of guy that waits for anything. In his impetuosity he takes two fingers high, pointing to the skies, and then he moves his arm, pointing to the House.
This is the sign to attack!!!
“ Jump!!!” Marcus yells to Halv.
The White Wolves lined up behind Saburo, threw their spears towards the house. Halv-Har and Marcus quickly throw themselves to the ground and sharp spears hit the front porch.
Halv-Har get up quickly and takes one of the spears that didn't hit the wall of the House. He leaps towards Saburo and throws the spear at him with all his might. The evil elf gives a loud to his men scream.
“Take cover!!!”
Saburo uses his legs to steer his large withe wolf causing the animal to throw himself aside, preventing the spear from hitting Saburo in the chest. Berko was not as quick as his master and could not get out of the way of the spear. The wolf that Berko was riding got hit in its chest. Berko falls from the screaming beast and his left leg gets stuck underneath the dead animal. His leg is broken and he cannot move.The blood that comes out of the wound in the beast quickly spreads across the floor, there is no way to tell if the blood belongs to Berko or the wolf anymore. Marcus throws another spear that was on the ground towards Saburo and his fast white wolf dodges it again. Two of the Elfs immediately jump out of their wolves to save Berko. A plump and tall elf grabs hold of Berko ́s arms and they pull. He screams like a mad man, the pain is too much, they can't take him out. The animal is too heavy for them.
Ansley shows up at the door. She kneels by the door and draws a straight arrow that hits the forehead of the skinny Elf.
“ NOOO!!!” He is dead!” Saburo screams.
“ Help out you idiots”. Berko is still screaming like a mad dog. Trying to get his leg from under the wolf. The Elves hit the house with a storm of arrows turning it into a porcupine. It's the only way to keep Halv-Har and his friends inside the house. The White Wolves did not expect to find an armed resistance like the one they are now facing. In his arrogance, Saburo forgot that the inhabitants of Muddy Peaks are much more than mere farmers.
Saburo hiding his white beats charges against them, Marcus lumps out of the porch and attacks the Elf with his silver sword. He still manages to hit the Wolf in the chest and hit its metal breastplate. That's when the Wolf Bites Marcus in the arm and his sword falls to the ground.
“Marcus Nooo!!!” Ronna, Agnes, and Azeviche scream from inside the house.
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Ansley and Halv-Har are both back to back fighting the other elves. They circle around them throwing blows and getting clubbed back, Marcus can ́t get his arm out of the wolf's mouth and Saburo laughs at him. The snow turns red, the fight increases and the tender light of the moon looks terrifying.
“ I will kill all of you!!!” Saburo laughs at the echo in the night.
“ We have to do something!” Azeviche grabs hold of her bow and runs upstairs with a quiver full of arrows.
“ She got mad. Go get the silver sword and save Marcus”. Agnes tells Ronna.
Ronna runs through the front door and throws herself on the ground picking up the sword before a horrible elf and his wolf could tear her to pieces. Shrouded by the panic of the situation, her soldier skills come back to her mind. She swings the sword fast and a wolf leg flies in the air. The beast falls in the snow and his rider tries to escape. Again Ronna attacks the Elf, the blade passes through his waist this time and the elf falls dead on the ground. Ronna runs to Marcus desperate to save him.
She fights Saburo.
“ Get away from me you filthy trollop!!!”He spurs the wolf that still has Marcus ́s arm in his mouth.
Ronna hits the elf in his armor with the silver sword, causing a lot of damage. But not enough. The mad Elf screams, clenching his teeth and kicking her on the floor.
“Salasar take her!” Saburo commands an elf with a strong appearance and without too much armor.
Immediately Salazar the Elf throws himself on Ronna with his huge white wolf, and she falls to the ground. Halv-Har and Ainsley can no longer endure fighting as the elves circle around them.
Azeviche runs into her blue room upstairs, she needs to do something to save her parents and friends. The White Wolves cannot win this terrible battle,she challenged fate by calling the terrible Wolves puppy dogs, don't ever underestimate your enemies, so says the book of Oluf. Come on, jet, once again you have to beat the tide. Ronnas is lying still on the ground, Marcus is having his arm torn apart by a white wolf, Halv-Har and Ansley are surrounded and exhausted. They're being massacred.
When fear gets you cornered, the impossible ceases to exist, the weak become strong, the cowards may live and try to rewrite the story, but they will never be in it. Azeviche lifts her armchair above her head and smashes the window with it. There is no time to think if her bedroom will ever be so beautiful again, it does not matter. Life matters. The heavy arm chairs fly from the second floor, all the glass and the chair hits one of the Dark Elf in the head. The White Wolfs are caught by surprise as the pink cub named Azeviche Jet bursts out that hole in the wall, shooting her arrows. The first one kills one of the Dire wolves and the elf riding it goes to the ground, giving Ansley the chance to finish him. She smashed his head with her bow. Two more arrows and a couple of dark elves are dead as the arrows pierce through their armor causing a fatal wound.
Saburo still does not realize that his downfall will be his boldness. Marcus and the elf are engulfed in a mortal struggle, with the Wolf keeping Marcus ́s arm immobilized.
Azeviche aims her arrow at Saburo,but he and Marcus are too close, so she shoots her arrow into the Elven with a pug nose that is attacking Ronna, without success. The arrow hits the floor next to her.
“ Ronna, use the arrow!!!” Azeviche Tells her.
The Dark Elf laughs and tries to kick Ronna in her head, but she takes the arrow and just as her daughter told her, she gets on her knees and hits the Elf in his neck with it. Marcus is in big trouble. Azeviche looks to Ronna and there is nothing that they can do to help. something that looks like a torch flies toward Marcus and Saburo. It's a jet bottle.look with big eyes. it'll hit you both. Illuminating the dark night, a burning object flies out the window towards Marcus and Saburo, Hitting them both.
The battle suddenly ceases, when the two light up the night, forming a ball of fire. Saburo cries out in agony,his body is on fire and his white wolf escapes when it sees the fire. Marcus can ́t no longer feel his arm because of all the blood he lost.
He rolls through the snow trying to put out the fire from his body, from inside the house, Agnes comes running with a large blanket soaked wet and throws herself on top of Marcus, putting out the fire. LuckyFeets throws another Molotov at the dead wolf aiming for Berco.
Berco cries out for help when he sees the fire almost touching his skin. It's useless, there is no one else that can help him except for his brother.
“ Saburo help me!!!” he screamed in pain, but his brother is burning.In a desperate move he takes his sword and does the unthinkable. Azeviche turns her head when she sees that he is cutting off his own leg to escape. Berco is strong enough not to faint and crawls through the snow. Saburo with his body still smoking struggles to rides on one of the white Direwolves, grabs his brother by one of his arms.
“This is not the last you hear from me, you hear me!!!” Says Saburo.
The pointed ears, those red eyes in the darkness and the smoke still emanating from his body, makes Saburo look like a devil. He is evil like one,but today he was defeated, because good people joined forces.
They flee with Saburo dragging his brother by the arm, half dead, half alive. They disappear into the shadows of the forest that embrace the silver sword ranch. Blood is all over the place, dead bodies of Elves and wolves can be seen everywhere, they are wounded yes.
The enemy was defeated.
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