Dragon Fire: Episode 95

As High Priest Zephryses quickly descended the stairs, two of his guards stepped forward and slipped a chain around the stunned Allaster.

“I do not understand. The potion was to have worked only once,” Zephryses cursed, pacing across the courtyard as the wind lifted his robes.

“What shall we do, sir?” one of Zephryses’s trusted priests asked.

“As yet, I have no answer. I could spend the rest of my life killing him, but he will keep rising from the earth,” Zephryses complained.

“King Isembart expects a report on the prisoner,” the loyal priest said.

“Precisely. I was to find a way to kill him and send a report to the king. Now, that is not possible. I cannot leave him alive in the dungeon for fear someone might free him or listen to his account of what happened. He must die once and for all!” the High Priest fumed.

As Zephryses continued to pace, a giant of a man bearing dual swords at his sides and another strapped to his back strode through the doorframe.

“How have you ever tasted victory?” the man asked.

The towering man was known as Riscio, the leader of the mercenary group Zephryses had engaged to compliment his small army of loyal soldiers. An outlaw in his own land, he moved freely in the kingdom of Ethion, safe from all but the bounty hunters.

“What is this you say?” Zephryses asked enraged.

“You have been given the perfect opportunity to win the king’s favor yet you waste time whining like a woman. Lock the prisoner away in a deep dark hole—,” Riscio began.

“I cannot do this for the king will want proof of death,” Zephryses interrupted.

“Then you must tell the king that the prisoner has escaped and assure him that you will faithfully search to the ends of the earth until he is found,” Riscio answered with a dramatic wave of his arm.

“But of course I cannot make this adventurous journey but must remain in Ethion to protect the kingdom,” Zephryses responded, considering the plan. “Perfect.”

“Of course,” Riscio said with great self-satisfaction.

High Priest Zephryses leaned toward Allaster and peered into his eyes.

“These men will take you to a place where no one will find you,” Zephryses explained, smiling as his eyes grew wide with delight, “and there I want you to stay. Never forget that I will always be within reach of the princess. If I hear of your escape or attempted escape, she will be dead long before you can save her. Do you understand?”

Weakened by his helplessness, Allastar bent his head and slowly nodded.

As Zephryses turned, he gave instructions to Riscio.

“Far out in the sea is an island where no one goes. Legend has that it is haunted. Take him to the prison there and lock him away. Once you have secured his chains, you and your men are free to go. If I have need of you, I will send word.”

“What of my people? I have men locked in the dungeons of Acimeth, imprisoned by King Stephanus,” Riscio said.

“After the marriage ceremony of King Isembart’s daughter, I will see to it that your men are released. Until then, stay out of my way,” Zephryses said turning.

“You are in error. We will take this prisoner to the island after my men have been released. They will not be freed at your pleasure.”



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As the horses pulled the wood and iron carriage down the narrow, well-worn road that cut through the king’s forest, Prince Lanidus rested his throbbing head against the soft cushions. The fragrance of wild flowers filled the air as the birds greeted the new day.

“You know, your majesty, if you had slept last night instead of gambling and drinking, you would be in better spirits,” Derali the Captain of the Guard pointed out.

“I am to wed soon,” Lanidus reminded him, “so why not have fun before then?”

“Marriage is not something you should resign yourself to. It represents the union of two souls, two travelers who will forever journey together,” Derali said.

“What would you know of this?” Lanidus remarked.

Derali’s expression grew somber and he lowered his eyes, aimlessly adjusting the ring on his finger. As soon as Lanidus realized what he had said, his heart sank.

“I am sorry, my friend. How long as it been since she passed?”

“The last full moon,” Derali said.

“I forgot. I was not thinking of your loss. I am just concerned about my upcoming marriage. How can I be joyful?” Lanidus asked. “This marriage is merely a union of the kingdoms Acimeth and Ethion. I wish to wed for love.”

“I hear the Princess Lillian is quite beautiful,” Derali said, trying to encourage him.

“Surely you know that the bride of an arranged marriage is never beautiful,” Lanidus said, “only convenient.”

Derali shook his head in laughter. “I wish to be there when you meet her so that I can see your surprise and delight.”

“I have heard that until recently the kingdom of Ethion was beset upon by a demon of some sort,” Lanidus said.

“Not a demon,” Derali corrected. “A priest of Authrax who was immune to death. They burned him alive yet he rose from the ashes. The townsfolk call him the burned priest. But truly such things are but legend.”

Lanidus laughed and said, “And I suppose it is also legend that giant plants grow in Ethion that can consume a full grown man? My favorite story is the one about a large pantherlike creature with the wings of a bat.”

“All legends,” Derali assured him. “Ethion has been thriving since Tobias Ashblood drove out the Children of Dusk.”

“I was taught about Valkovians in my youth,” Lanidus said, “but I never saw one. My teacher said some of them were kind and honorable.”

“That may be so, but many who have been seen have tried to kill anyone who is not a Valkovian,” Derali informed.

“So I am to be king of a perilous land,” Lanidus said. “Wonderful.”

Prince Lanidus did not realize the truth of his words for unbeknownst to him, Riscio and his soldiers were hiding in Ethion, and Riscio would do anything to free his men locked away as prisoners of the kingdom. Hearing of this threat, King Stephanus had commanded Derali to accompany his son the prince.

“Well I am not a weak man,” Lanidus continued. “I was one of the greatest soldiers in the last war. I can defend myself and no demon priest will stop me. I will marry King Isembart’s hideous daughter and make this cursed land my own!”

Derali could not help but laugh at the prince’s words for he had seen drawings of Princess Lillian and knew Lanidus would be at a loss for words when he saw her beauty.


Dragon Fire: Episode 94

As Allaster rose from the ashes, the villagers who had lingered until the fire burned itself out began to scream, fleeing in their terror. For just a moment, Allaster stood then collapsed to the charred ground.

“Authrax gives him power,” one hysterical woman cried out.

When King Isembart turned toward the chaos, he saw Allaster and commanded, “Seize him.”

Weak and confused, Allaster struggled to stand but was hindered when the strong arm of the guards restrained him.

While they held him, Allaster watched as King Isembart approached.

“I do not understand this power you hold,” Isembart roared, “but know this. I will see you locked away for the rest of your days. In the deepest, darkest dungeon, you will remain until the world has long forgotten you.”

“Father, please,” Lillian pleaded. “Have you no mercy?”

Exhausted and bewildered, Allaster cast his eyes upon the suffering princess, and his heart broke.

But when King Isembart saw the glance, he shouted,

“Do not look upon her! You will never see her nor daylight again!”

“My liege, if I may put forth a proposal,” High Priest Zephryses said as he came closer.

“What do you suggest?” King Isembart asked.

“I think it unwise to keep the prisoner here in Ethion. There may be those who would seek to free him. Perhaps, if your majesty agrees, I could take him to Copperhead Camp where he will be safely locked away, under the watchful eyes of my most trusted guards, while I discover how to reverse this power Authrax has given him.”

King Isembart considered for a moment then said,

“I do not favor this plan, but I must keep my people safe.”

King Isembart looked at Princess Lillian, her hands trembling as she covered her tearful eyes.

“Do so at once. Get him out of here!”

“But, Father, you—,” Lillian began.

“I will hear no more!”

“Take her back to her room!” the king ordered as he turned and headed to the palace.

As the king’s guards escorted Princess Lillian away, High Priest Zephryses turned to Allaster and said,

“Now you will stay locked away where no one can help you.”

With a nod of the priest’s head, Allaster lost consciousness.

* * *

When Allaster awoke, he found himself in a carriage, his hands and feet bound tightly with ropes. On either side of him sat a guard, staring straight ahead as the carriage rumbled down the winding dusty road. In the distance on a small island in the middle of a lake rested Copperhead Camp. Once a large towering castle, its true name had been lost in time long ago and it became known as Copperhead Camp. The lower levels of the castle had been sealed to constrain the countless nests of snakes that covered the dungeon floors, offering no hope of escape.

When the driver reached the lake’s shore, he brought the carriage to a rolling stop. The two guards slipped out of the carriage and waited as Allaster slowly worked himself to the ground. Positioning themselves at Allaster’s sides, the guards led him to the boat then tied his ropes to a great iron ring just before the boatman steered the craft to the island. When they reached the shore, the guards took Allaster through the castle’s two large doors and into a courtyard.

Allaster noticed that none of the soldiers in formation wore the uniforms of the Kingdom of Ethion. As they walked through the courtyard toward a door in the wall ahead, a voice from atop the wall called out,


Allaster looked up and saw High Priest Zephryses.

“Bring him to me,” the priest ordered.

At that, the guards turned and took Allaster toward a flight of stairs leading up to where the High Priest Zephryses waited.

“My boy,” Zephryses said, taking in a deep breath.

“You will not escape the penalty for what you have done,” Allaster warned.

“Then tell them,” Zephryses sneered. “But you must realize that no one here cares what I have done. Every man is loyal to me.”

Zephryses put his arm around Allaster and said,

“Now if you were willing to keep what you saw to yourself and swear loyalty to me, I might be able to arrange for circumstances to work in your favor. I know of your love for the princess, and I know that she professes her love in return. I could quite easily arrange for the two of you to be together.”

Zephryses turned Allaster around and looked into his eyes.

“Even now, King Isembart arranges the wedding of Princess Lillian to Prince Lanidus, the son of King Stephanus.”

Zephryses laughed and said,

“But that is of no consequence for I can easily remove Lanidus and put you in his place. Sadly the change will not be permanent, so you will have to return to me to reestablish your mask, shall we say. Getting the princess to fall in love with you will not be difficult. After all, she loves you.”

“No!” Allaster refused.

Zephryses quickly removed his hands from Allaster and stepped back in surprise.

“Really? No? I just offered you everything you desire, and you slap my hand away?”

“I will not do this to Lillian no matter what you offer me. You are wicked, vile. I will never give you what you want,” Allaster insisted.

“You seem to forget that you do not have any power here. That trick that brought you back from death worked only once. Give me what I want or stay dead,” Zephryses demanded.

“No!” Allaster shouted, straightening up as he glared at the priest.

“You always were a stubborn child. I see nothing has changed. No matter. I will still get what I want. You cannot stop me. No one can stop me.”

Suddenly, Zephryses slipped one of the guard’s swords from its sheath. Turning to Allaster, he said,

“You cheated death once, but now you will stay dead.”

As Zephryses drew back the blade, Allaster closed his eyes.

“Goodbye, Allaster,” Zephryses said as he ran him through.

When Allaster fell to his knees, Zephryses raised the sword and with one clean pass, removed Allaster’s head. Then he pushed Allaster over the side of the wall, his body and head smashing to the ground below.

“Let the animals have their fill of his flesh. I will be in my chambers.”

Zephryses handed the bloodied sword to the guard and walked away.

When one of the guards peered over the wall, he called out,

“Sir? The body is gone.”

“What?” Zephryses replied.

Storming to the edge of the castle wall, Zephryses looked to see that Allaster’s body had vanished.

“The predators of this place must be quite bold. Find what is left,” he ordered.

But before the guard could respond, Zephryses noticed movement in the soil where Allaster’s body had fallen.

“Impossible!” Zephryses responded. “The potion was to have worked only once.”

All of a sudden, the ground began to shake and swell as something pushed through its surface.

“No!” Zephryses roared.

In an instant, a hand had emerged from the ground and Allaster had pulled himself out of the earth just as he had at his execution.

Horrified Zephryses screamed,

“Seize him!”

Dragon Fire: Episode 93

Late that night in the palace dungeon, Allaster sat on the floor of his cell, chained to the wall as he watched the rats scurry back and forth across the cold stone patiently waiting for the prisoner to surrender to death. Allaster considered all he had lost as he thought back over his life. First, wolves killed his mother as she gathered firewood at the edge of the forest. Then his father died on the battlefield of Ethion. The only light in his dismal childhood was Princess Lillian, and in a matter of hours, he would lose her as well. His father used to tell him there was a time and place for everything. Soldiers did not cry on the battlefield, and Allaster knew he was in a fight for his life. He had fixed his heart on hope, determined not to yield to despair, but as the hours passed, his resolve weakened and he broke down and wept until his tears were spent and he slipped into a troubled sleep.


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Allaster woke suddenly to a rapping on his cell door. When he lifted his head, he saw through the bars of the cell door High Priest Zephryses flanked by two of his personal guards.

“You were having a nightmare it seems,” Zephryses said.

“Oh sir, have you come to help?” Allaster asked, knowing the answer the moment the question escaped his lips.

Zephryses laughed, “Dear me no. I have come for another reason.”

With a wave of his hand, the cell door unlocked and opened.

Giving orders for his men to stand guard, Zephryses stepped inside the cell and stood over Allaster.

“The king is convinced of your heresy. Easily done. However, not everyone is convinced. Tomorrow when you die, I fear the princess will use her influence to plead your innocence. So to guarantee my legacy, you must appear guilty.”

“What do you mean?” Allaster asked.

“I will simply see to it that your alliance with Authrax manifests itself,” Zephryses said.

Zephryses took a step back and from his robe removed a small vial. Black flecks whirled through the deep purple liquid.

“What is that?” Allaster asked recoiling.

“A potion I have been working on. It is not as yet perfected, but its power will serve my purpose,” Zephryses boasted.

Allaster drew back against the wall in fear, struggling to distance himself from the mysterious liquid. But with a wave of his hand and snap of his fingers, Zephryses lifted the helpless Allaster into the air then opened his mouth.

He uncorked the vial, releasing a strange, unpleasant odor, then drew near Allaster and poured the foul mixture down his throat.

“Do not worry, my boy. Tomorrow you will die, but it will not be the last time.”

Allaster choked as the purple liquid made its way down his throat. When the vial was emptied, Zephryses stepped back and Allaster fell to the floor.

Slipping the bottle back into the folds of his robe, Zephryses turned to leave but stopped when he heard Allaster cry out in pain. Looking over his shoulder, he watched as the young man he had once called his son clawed at his stomach and writhed in agony.

“Oh yes. I neglected to tell you about the painful effects of the potion. But have no fear. The pain will soon subside and then you will die,” Zephryses smiled.

As Allaster’s cries grew louder, Zephryses moved his hand in a circle then closed his fingers, sending Allaster into a deep sleep.

“Much better,” Zephryses said. “We must not have your cries disturbing the palace guards.”

Zephryses stepped out of the cell and ordered his guards,

“Stay here until dawn. No one is to see him, especially a wayward princess with illusions of liberation.”


*          *          *



Princess Lillian begged her father to show mercy to Allaster.

“He is innocent, Father. He did not do this!”

At last the king shouted,


Her heart broken, Princess Lillian fled to her chambers. All through the night, she paced the floor, planning how she would free Allaster. She would summon help with the reward of a rich purse. Her mother’s jewelry should buy some loyalty. Once Allaster was free, they would leave the country forever. But Allaster had been accused of joining the Children of Dusk. Would anyone dare to help him? Would they oppose the High Priest? As the sun’s crimson light appeared on the horizon, Lillian knew she had no choice but to charge the pyre and free Allaster herself. She cared not what happened to her nor what her father wished. She would gladly die to save her true love.

She quickly dressed in her hunting clothes and waited in the shadows until she saw the guards leading Allaster out of the dungeon. His hands were bound and his eyes wore a look of hopelessness. With bowed shoulders, he stumbled along, turning his head away as the villagers cursed and threw rotten food at him. Lillian steeled herself as they tied him to the stake. As the guards poured oil over the pyre, King Isembart rose and said,

“On this day, it is with great sorrow that I put to death Allaster—.”

Overcome with grief, the king suddenly stopped to compose himself.

“As a boy, he was like a son to me, but when he grew into a man, he joined the Children of Dusk, lost to the darkness that once poisoned this kingdom. I will not let my people suffer that evil again, so by the law set down by Tobias Ashblood the Great, I decree that Allaster a priest of Authrax will be burned at the stake until dead.”

Turning to Allaster, the king said,

“If you wish forgiveness, now is the time to ask for it.”

Overcome by sorrow, Lillian watched as Allaster struggled to speak, to lift his head and once again plead his innocence.

“You have nothing to say?” King Isembart asked. “No defense to offer?”

When Allaster remained silent, the king nodded toward the executioner then walked away, his chin pressed against his chest.

“This is my chance!” Lillian thought.

But when she tried to race forward, she found that her body was frozen. As though bound with rope, her arms and legs would not move.

One by one, the guards lit the torches then turned toward the pyre and lit the wood.

Lillian tried to scream but found she could not speak.

The only sound that filled the air were the cries for mercy as the fire consumed the helpless Allaster.

Suddenly the mysterious hold on her disappeared and Lillian fell to the ground unconscious.

The fire climbed higher and raged until it had finished its work. As the flames died and smoke filled the air, the satisfied villagers began to return to their homes. Lillian slowly awoke but had no will to rise. She heard footsteps approaching her and a man’s voice say,

“Your Majesty.”

“What do you want?” Princess Lillian asked.

“My name is Genfyre, and I believe he was innocent.”

Lillian looked up to see Genfyre extending a hand of help.

Reaching up, she took his hand and fought to stand on her trembling legs.

“You do?” the princess asked.

“He was my friend, ma’am,” Genfyre said.

“Look!” someone screamed. “Something stirs!”

Lillian and Genfyre whirled around and saw movement in the ashes of Allaster’s death.

“What sort of magic is this?” Genfyre asked, his eyes widened.

Suddenly a hand covered in soot exploded out of the remains and the form of a man stepped forth from the ashes.

“Who is that?” Genfyre asked

“It is he!” Lillian said, her heart overjoyed. “My one true love!”

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Dragon Fire: Episode 92

The next morning, Zephryn woke to the rumble of distant thunder. For just a moment, he indulged himself, letting his mind drift back to Lillian’s night visit, her soft kiss before she stole away. With a heavy sigh, he rose to his feet and walked over to the window. Looking up into the heavens, he saw that the sky was filled with dark clouds. An approaching storm. He quickly said his morning prayers then left his chambers, heading for the castle and the meeting with King Isembart.

As Zephryn crossed the courtyard, an unseasonably cold wind struck him, stirring leaves and dust in its path.

“Good morning, Priest Zephryn. Unusual weather for this morning, is it not?” Caulder, a local fruit vendor, said to Zephryn as he passed.

“Good morning, Caulder. Yes, it is, but nothing to fear,” Zephryn smiled.

“Thank you,” Caulder sighed with relief.

“Blessings upon you,” Zephryn replied.

Zephryn’s thoughts were filled with the beautiful Lillian as he hurried to his meeting. Nothing could dampen his spirits. When his father died, leaving him an orphan, Zephryn had no hope, his only future begging on the streets. But in his mercy, the high priest Zephryses found him and raised him as his own son. Now he held a high seat in the church and every day could see the woman who won his heart. Truly the gods were favoring him.

“You are looking well,” Genfyre said catching up with Zephryn.

“Yes. I enjoyed a good rest and was blessed with a dreamless sleep,” Zephryn smiled.

“Alas, I did not get to my bed until quite late,” Genfyre said.

“Something troubles you?” Zephryn asked.

“No, no. When we reached the home of Hannable, we discovered that his daughter Ahnkaret had been awakened by a frightful dream and would not close her eyes again in sleep. Hannable insisted on staying up with her, convincing his wife Anastas to let them play hide and seek out in the front yard. I, of course, was pulled into the game,” Genfyre laughed. “I can deny my niece nothing.”

“My brother may be skilled in hunting and combat, but he cannot hide. Everything he chose as a hiding place was much smaller than he,” Genfyre said.

“Perhaps he was hiding poorly for the sake of his daughter,” Zephryn suggested.

“Perhaps,” Genfyre said. “I am just on my way to his house. Enjoy this glorious day, my friend.”

“You as well,” Zephryn said.

The market was coming to life as Zephryn ascended the steps of the castle. Just as he reached out for the front doors, they opened.

Standing in the doorway was the Princess Lillian, her eyes bright with merriment. She wore a sky blue gown, and her gleaming hair was pulled back with matching ribbons. Zephryn’s gaze traveled the length of her graceful neck. If only he could touch her, kiss her as his heart commanded.

Instead, he said,

“Good morning, Princess Lillian. I have come to speak with King Isembart.”

Lillian smiled and responded,

“He is expecting you.”

As she escorted Zephryn through the passageways, she repeatedly brushed against him, touching his hand. And with each touch, she politely excused herself.

When they finally entered the king’s court, Lillian announced,

“Father, I found Priest Zephryn at the door. He says he is here to speak with you.”

With a jolly smile, King Isembart reached out and hugged Zephryn.

“Greetings, my boy. What brings you here this morning?”

Trying to recover from the king’s crushing embrace, Zephryn took a deep breath and said,

“High Priest Zephryses regrets that he cannot attend the meeting with King Stephanus. He is in his private sanctum conducting his morning prayers and cannot be disturbed. He sent me in his stead.”

At this announcement, King Isembart’s posture quickly shifted from cheerful to restrained anger.

“Peace between Ethion and Acimeth is delicate, and a union of marriage would ease tension between our two countries as well as heal old wounds. The importance of today’s meeting is beyond mere words! You have done well, my boy, to come here as the high priest’s representative, but I will have the high priest himself in attendance today! His far-reaching reputation is one of the reasons King Stephanus agreed to meet. I do not care that Zephryses is otherwise engaged. Return to him and tell him that his king demands his presence now!” Isembart shouted.

“Yes, your majesty,” Zephryn replied, bowing.

Lillian protested, “But, Father, Zephryn is more than capable of—”.

“No!” Isembart snapped.

Zephryn hurried out of the castle and rushed to the church to retrieve the high priest Zephryses.

Racing through the halls of the church, Zephryn pushed past the high priest’s assistants until he made his way to the private sanctum of Zephryses. Taking a deep breath for courage, Zephryn pushed open the door and stepped inside.

“My apologies, High Priest, but King Isembart insists on your presence at once,” Zephryn explained.

As soon as the words were spoken, Zephryn’s eyes grew wide as he seemed paralyzed by what he saw before him. His chest bared, Zephryses stood in the center of a pool of blood encircled by a ring of fire. His skin was covered with cuts and markings Zephryn had never seen before. With his left hand, he held a woman by a rope tied around her neck, and with his right palm open towards her face, he drew a blackish energy from her eyes and mouth. Zephryn could hear the woman trying to scream, but only a low gurgle escaped her mouth. Behind her, suspended in midair, hung the emaciated body of a man, blood trickling down his arms and legs. From his mouth poured a black fluid, running down his chin and dripping to the floor. The high priest Zephryses turned and with oil black eyes, screeched,

“Get out!”

Zephryn managed to turn and flee from the room in a state of shock. His blood rushed through his veins, his heart raced, and he felt as though he might fall to the stone floor senseless. He could neither fathom the horror he had seen nor speak a word of it to anyone.

Behind him he heard the high priest screaming,

“Guards! Find Priest Zephryn and bring him to me at once!”

Fleeing from the church, Zephryn stumbled out into the courtyard, gulping the fresh air. His head was spinning.

“What should I do? Where can I go?. . .Lillian!”

Now seized with desperation, Zephryn ran for the castle, pushing aside vendors and knocking over stalls as he scrambled to get away. Once he reached the castle, he bounded up the stone steps, pulled open the doors and ran inside, hurrying to King Isembart. But when he reached the king’s quarters, he slid to a stop. Standing beside the king was Zephryses the high priest.

“Seize him!” the king commanded.

“No!” Lillian screamed as the guards descended upon Zephryn.

“What has he done?” Lillian demanded. “What crime has he committed to receive such treatment?”

“He came to my chambers, and when he saw that I was not there, he engaged in unspeakable acts of heresy. When I returned to my chambers a moment later, I saw him offering up a prayer to Authrax. I am sorry, my king, but it seems Zephryn has joined the children of dusk,” the high priest accused.

Turning toward Zephryn, the king said,

“You will no longer bear a holy name,” King Isembart commanded. “Henceforth, you will take up the name of your birth Allaster. You will be thrown into the dungeon, and at the first rays of dawn will be burned at the stake for heresy.”

“But, Father, he is innocent!” Lillian cried. “You will see this truth when the gods deliver him.”

“Take him away!” King Isembart ordered.

As the guards dragged Zephryn away, Lillian dropped to her knees heartbroken, her tears splashing against the stone floor.

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Dragon Fire: Episode 91

Before Zephryn could respond, he heard the soft melodic laughter of Princess Lillian. When he turned around, she reached up and began kissing him.

After a long tender kiss, Lillian pulled away and smiled at Zephryn, her eyes full of adoration.

Dressed in a long white gown covered by a black hooded cloak, she slipped off the hood and her golden brown hair fell below her shoulders, shimmering in the moonlight. Zephryn felt his heart beat faster and his knees weaken.

“You never could stand on your own,” she teased.

Zephryn shook his head clear and nervously asked,

“Did you come alone? What possessed you to come here?”

“I missed you,” Lillian said, her fingers playing with his hair. “If you think hiding out in this damp old building will keep you safe from me, you are mistaken. I will always find you.”

Then she twirled across the room on the tips of her bare feet.

“But if you are found here, it will be the end of me,” Zephryn warned.

“Who will catch me? No one knows I am here. I sent away my handmaidens and gave the guard strict orders not to disturb me until morning,” Lillian explained.

Overcome with emotion, Zephryn crossed the floor to her and kissed her as though he would never have another chance.

Then he asked,

“Do you know what your father will do if you are caught here?”

Lillian sighed, “He will scold me and punish me, but I do not care. Being with you is worth the risk of his displeasure.”

“I will not receive a scolding, Lillian. You must realize that he will have me executed!” Zephryn pointed out.

“Nonsense!” Lillian insisted, removing her cloak. “I will not allow that.”

“The king does not always listen to you,” Zephryn reminded her.

“Then we will run away together,” Lillian giggled. “I care not whom my father wishes me to marry. I shall tell him that my heart is gone, stolen away by a priest.”

As she twirled on the tips of her toes, her gown billowed and rippled.

“You will be the death of me one day.”

“Then I will send the greatest warrior in the land to find you and bring you back,” Lillian promised, looking deeply into his eyes. “I will always find you, my love. You are mine and no one can take you from me.”

“What if the gods do not want us together?” Zephryn asked.

“Then I will defy them,” Lillian said, lifting her chin in unwavering determination.

Zephryn laughed and acknowledged, “You will surely make a great queen one day.”

Lillian stopped dancing and sat down on the edge of Zephryn’s bed.

“And with you as my king, we will reunite the lands then throw a wildly lavish party and invite no one,” she laughed as she fell back onto the bed.

Gazing at her in wonderment, Zephryn felt truly alive. Every moment away from her was like travelling in shadows for without her, the light was gone.

“The people will never accept me as their king. You know that,” Zephryn said. “Even with your father’s blessing.”

“Then we shall run away together,” Lillian said once again.

She sat up in the bed with a faraway look and watched as a cloud slowly drifted across the face of the glowing moon.

“We will steal two horses and ride off into the night to a land far away where no one knows us, and there we’ll grow old together, husband and wife, father and mother.”

Zephryn let himself imagine, just for a moment, a life with Lillian. His heart seemed to stop as though a single beat would tear him away from the dream.

“Are you ready?” Lillian asked, breaking the spell.

“R-r-ready?” Zephryn stammered.

“To run away together, silly,” she laughed. “I do love it when passion steals away your tongue.”

Suddenly there was a knock at the door and Zephryn jumped.

Lillian quickly rose from the bed and slipped into a dark corner of the room.

When Zephryn opened the door, he saw a servant of the high priest Zephryses.

“Yes?” Zephryn asked.

The servant bowed then said,

“Please forgive my intrusion at this late hour, but I bring a message from the high priest.”

Zephryn took the parchment scroll and broke the seal.

“As you know, tomorrow King Isembart is meeting with King Stephanus of Acimeth to negotiate a union of the two kingdoms through marriage of his daughter Princess Lillian to King Stephanus’ son Prince Lanidus. Although my presence is required, I will be unable to attend due to prayer time in my private sanctum where, as you know, I am not to be disturbed. You are to go in my place.”

While Zephryn read the message, he struggled to ignore Lillian tickling him.

“I will expect a report once I have completed my prayers.”

Zephryn closed the scroll and looked at the waiting servant.

“Tell the high priest I will do my best.”

At that, the servant nodded and turned away as Zephryn closed his chamber door.

He waited a few moments then turned to Lillian.

“Are you mad?” he questioned.

When Lillian did not respond, Zephryn bent down to look under the bed. Lillian jumped out of the shadows giggling.

Whirling around, Zephryn repeated,

“Are you mad? What if he had seen you?”

“Then you would have no choice but to run away with me,” she teased.

“We cannot run away, Lillian. It would break your father’s heart.”

After a pause he added, “And place your brother Nesmoru in line for the throne.”

The smile dropped from Lillian’s face and she grew quiet.

With a sorrowful tone, she said,

“My brother is selfish, wicked, and cowardly. He would tear the kingdom apart.”

“I shall return to my quarters,” she sighed. “Why must you spoil passion with reason?”

“I am sorry, beautiful Lillian, but I must speak the truth,” Zephryn said.

“Yes you must, and that is one of the reasons I love you,” Lillian admitted.

She cupped his face in her hands then softly kissed him on the lips.

Pulling on the cloak, she said,

“Goodnight, my love.”

Then she raised the hood over her hair and slipped out the window into the night.

Zephryn watched her until she disappeared into the shadows. He crawled into bed, feeling the sweet warmth she had left behind, and stared up at the moon until a cool night breeze soothed him to sleep.

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Dragon Fire: Episode 89

Branches snapped underfoot as Cerros and Genfyre made their way through the brush in search of the bandits. When the band of thieves fled the market, two had run one way while three chose a different route of escape. Hannibal pursued the two, leaving the other three to Cerros and Genfyre.

Suddenly a howl sounded through the trees followed by a sharp cry of fear that quickly faded.

Cerros turned toward the sound then rotated the axe he held in his hand.

“What is wrong with that brother of yours?” he criticized.

Brushing away the leaves from his rough, green and brown wool tunic, Genfyre asked,

“Hannable? What do you mean?”

“He runs through the woods covered in blood. The villagers call him an animal. They think he is mad. It grows more and more difficult to get work beyond raiding camps and chasing bandits. A widow in the town, saddened by the loss of her husband, came to me for help, but when she discovered that I travel with the Animal, she turned away,” Cerros complained

Genfyre laughed but when he saw the expression of Cerros’ face, he quickly apologized.

“Hannable has heard all the tales. He knows the villagers fear him. It was he who first told the stories.”

“And I suppose he gave himself the name Hannable the Animal?” Cerros asked.

“No, my friend. I’m afraid I am responsible for that,” Genfyre smiled.

Just as Cerros opened his mouth to respond, he spotted two of the three bandits lying in ambush behind a group of trees up ahead.

Tapping Genfyre on the shoulder, he nodded toward the hidden bandits as he loudly asked,

“So is it true that he really eats the people he catches?”

“Yes. Quite true,” Genfyre agreed, playing along. “I have pleaded with him to stop, but the animal within him is too great.”

When they drew closer to the bandits’ hiding place, Genfyre knelt down and with a sweep of his hand, lifted a small bit of earth. Whispering into his clenched fist, he blew the dirt into the air.

Cerros readied his axe as vines began to grow from each spot where the dirt landed. The vines stretched, twining and creeping towards the two thieves. When the tendrils reached the men, they panicked, struggling to free themselves as the plant began to wrap itself around their bodies.

As soon as one of the men cut away the vines attached to him, he bolted, leaving behind his terrified friend.

“That one is mine,” Cerros said, charging after the escaping thief.

While the vines twisted and coiled around the bandit, holding him tightly, Genfyre called down more vines. Soon the horrified thief lost consciousness as he hung upside down, cocooned in the plant’s tendrils.

With Cerros in pursuit, the fleeing bandit yelled over his shoulder,

“I did nothing wrong!”

“That is not for me to decide,” Cerros yelled back.

Although Cerros loved the chase, he knew it unwise to leave Genfyre alone. Up ahead stretching across the bandit’s path was a large, heavy branch. Cerros quickly threw his axe, sending the weapon spinning through the air. Its keen blade struck and held deep within the wood. No longer able to support its own weight, the limb fell to the ground in front of the thief. Before he could stop, he tripped over the branch and fell to the ground. Cerros hurried up to the bandit and struck him unconscious before retrieving his axe.

Just as Genfyre was lowering the ensnared bandit, Cerros returned with the other man thrown across his shoulder.

“As I was saying,” Cerros said, “if it is just a name, why have I seen Hannable covered in blood?”

Genfyre stifled a laugh then explained,

“The blood is not that of man. It is the blood of animals. Hannable pays the local butcher to fill two wineskins. Then when he is on the hunt, he covers himself with it so as to appear more fearsome.”

As his eyes searched the woods and fields, Cerros nodded his understanding.

“What is it, my friend?” Genfyre asked.

“Hannable has two of these brigands, and here are another two. Were there not five when we set out?” Cerros asked.

“Yes, they were a band of five. It seems the newest member of our team has become lost along the way. Perhaps he is tracking the last one,” Genfyre suggested.

Suddenly an arrow sliced through the air between Genfyre and Cerros, striking a man hiding in the branches of a nearby tree.

Clutching a bow and arrow in his hand, the man fell from his perch.

“Ah. The fifth bandit I see,” Genfyre said.

When Cerros turned in the direction the arrow had been fired, he saw the ranger Vanamir walking towards them, the newest member of their team.

“I have been tracking this one,” Vanamir paused. “You are welcome.”

* * *

Zephryn strolled towards the prison cells. He had left the churchyard after performing his duties and headed for the market. He had to clear his head.

“I am a member of the church, a priest. I must not have these feelings for Princess Lillian,” he scolded.

He wanted to speak about this conflict with his father the high priest Zephryses, but lately the priest had been spending more and more time shut away in his private chambers, refusing any disturbance. So when the struggle between duty and his love for the princess became too great to bear, Zephryn would wander through the market with its colorful stalls and high-spirited bartering on his way to the prison yard where he would speak to the convicts about forgiveness and thus overcome his feelings.

Suddenly his thoughts were interrupted by a large man whose skin was golden brown. As he proudly strode toward Zephryn, his bright red hair glistened in the sunlight. The young priest smiled when he saw the people cover their noses and turn away.

Zephryn shook his head as the man approached.

“My priest, I come to ask for forgiveness,” Hannable announced.

Hannable was covered in blood, and behind him horses pulled a wagon carrying five men wrapped in canvas.

“What did you do?’ Zephryn asked with a smile.

“I ask not for forgiveness for what I have done but for what I will do tonight to celebrate yet another victorious hunt,” Hannable said with a cheer.

“You know the people look at you as though you were a wild beast,” Zephryn pointed out.

“They do?” Hannable responded, feigning surprise. Then turning toward the crowd, he let out a deep growl.

“My friend, why do you behave this way?” Zephryn asked.

“Because it amuses me!” Hannable roared with laughter.

“Now come join me. We shall celebrate with song and a fine ale,” Hannable said.

“I do not drink, my friend,” Zephryn said.

“Then I shall drink, and you shall sing,” Hannable smiled.

“I’m afraid I must return to the church. It grows late,” Zephryn said.

“You and I both know there are many souls in the tavern to be saved,” Hannable whispered. “And there is no better place to break free of love’s hold than the tavern with friends, song, and the finest ale.”

Zephryn considered for a moment then said,

“Then I shall come with you, but only to see you safely home.”

Hannable laughed with delight as he threw his arm around Zephryn and led him to the tavern.

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Dragon Fire: Episode 88

When the high priest Zephryses neared the castle of Ethion, he saw King Isembart strolling along the porch. Bending down to the young boy Zephryn, he said,

“There is the king. Stay by my side, bow your head in the presence of his majesty, and do not speak unless the king questions you. Do you understand?”

After Zephryn shyly nodded, the two began to climb the stone steps leading up to the porch.

King Isembart, a tall robust man with a beard reaching down to his stomach, saw the priest approach and with surprising exuberance and agility bounded down the steps toward him with the palace guards, the queen and the princess close behind.

“Zephryses, my dear friend. I knew sending you to the woods was a wise decision. There is no man I trust more,” Isembart said with a deep laugh.

Clapping the priest on the back, Isembart looked at Queen Calathene and asked,

“Did I not tell you?”

Turning back to Zephryses, he continued.

“She did not believe you would succeed. Why the news reached my ears that you moved the elements themselves!”

With a hearty laugh, the king said in jest, “Perhaps I should build a temple to you instead of the gods.”

Although Zephryses found himself somewhat uncomfortable at the idea, he could not help by remember that the captain of the king’s army had made a similar remark.

Suddenly King Isembart noticed the child standing next to the priest and asked,

“And who are you?”

“Al—,” the boy began but was interrupted when Zephryses corrected him.

“Zephryn. The boy’s name is Zephryn. He is my son now and shall be joining me in the church, taking the title of priest when he grows up.”

“Well it is a pleasure to meet you, little priest,” the king greeted. “You know my daughter Lillian is about your age.”

Turning to Princess Lillian, Isembart instructed,

“Lilly, show Zephryn around the castle while I speak with the high priest. Take care that you do not wander beyond the castle walls.”

“Yes, Father,” the princess answered.

As King Isembart continued his stroll along the castle porch, with Zephryses at his side, Princess Lillian walked up to Zephryn and introduced herself.

“I am Princess Lillian.”

“I am Al—Zephryn,” the boy said, still struggling with his strange new name.

Princess Lillian looked around to see if anyone was listening. Then she softly asked,

“What was your name?”

“Allaster,” Zephryn answered, “but the high priest said that I am to be called Zephryn from now on.”

“This change of names is a tradition here in Ethion started long ago by my great-great- grandfather King Estmon. When he was chosen to marry the princess and become king, he wanted to be seen as king and not the boy who grew up in the streets. So he made a law that all who take up the rank of royalty or a position in the church must adopt a new name so they will be seen as a new person for a new age.”

As Princess Lillian recited, she held her hands together and slightly raised her head as she had been taught.

With the sweet smile of innocence, she giggled then said,

“When I become queen, Father says I shall adopt the name Lachert, renouncing my birth name.”

Shyly, Zephryn softly said,

“I like the name Lillian better.”

Princess Lillian leaned in and whispered in Zephryn’s ear,

“I do too!”

As she reached out and took Zephryn’s hand, she said,

“The high priest spends a great while counseling with my father, so we have a lot of time to play games. My favorite is hide-and-seek. Do you want to see some of my favorite spots?”

“Yes,” Zephryn agreed.

With her best smile, Princess Lillian whirled around and hurried into the castle, pulling  Zephryn along with her.


*          *          *

15 years later



Valdis and Trystan raced across the field, the pouch of gold bouncing with each step.

“Why did you have to stab that man?” Valdis demanded.

“He saw you stealing his gold! You would have felt the blade of his knife! What choice did I have?” Trystan snapped.

“Not to stab him! Now we are running for our lives. Know this! I will crawl over you to survive!” Valdis warned.

“If we can just reach the others, we should be safe,” Trystan said, ignoring his threat.

They dove behind a fallen tree in their path to hide and catch their breath.

“Yes, if we can. But in truth, we will be fortunate if we live long enough to be arrested. Did you not see who is after us?” Valdis asked in exasperation.

“A creature?” Trystan answered.

“He is a man, a warrior called the Animal. There are tales of him prowling through the forest at night with a large wolf at his side. They say he never brings anyone to prison because he eats them instead,” Valdis claimed.

“Foolish tales,” Trystan insisted.

Suddenly a long howl came from the grove of trees behind them.

“You may wait and discover how foolish the tale is, but I will not!” Valdis said.

When Trystan tried to rise and flee, he found that his legs would not move.

Valdis jumped up, flew over the log, and tried to dash away, but before he could escape, a man with skin browned from the sun and red hair bright as fire leapt out from the trees and grabbed him, pulling him into the tree line.

Trystan listened in horror as Valdis pleaded for mercy. Then he heard a thump and silence.

From out of the woods, the brown man tramped, blood on his chest and pants. As he held a dagger dripping with blood, his wild eyes seemed to look through the terrified Trystan. With each breath, his great chest heaved. Then he slowly came toward Trystan, growling as he moved closer, his bare feet crushing the roots and rocks beneath them.

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Dragon Fire: Episode 87

The Priest




Settling into a chair by the fire, Brother Egil thought carefully about how he would begin the story of the king’s father.

King Alidus gazed into the flames, waiting patiently.

After a few moments, the old monk began.

“The Kingdom of Ethion has a troubled past. First came the Valkovian invasion then the Children of Dusk—”

Alidus raised a hand to interrupt.

“My apologies, but what is the Valkovian invasion?”

Brother Egil studied the king’s face for a moment then his eyes lit up with understanding.

“King Lanidus did not tell you. Despite his love for your mother, he was ashamed of the history of Ethion. The Valkovian invasion took place one hundred forty-seven years ago when a race of men known as the Valkovians took control of the kingdom, ousting your great-grandfather Tobias Ashblood from the throne. After a time, King Tobias regained the throne and exiled the Valkovians from the land.”

“What kept them from returning?” Alidus asked. “Could they not enter the land and live hidden among the people?”

Brother Egil nodded and said, “Valkonian men and women are born with the same physical traits, a gem the size of a coin imbedded in their right hand and small spikes running down the back of their neck. Among the Valkonians, these strange features have many different colors, passed on from parents to children. But whatever color a child is born with, both gems and spikes share that color. More importantly, these unusual traits store a great amount of magical energy.”

“Making obscurity difficult. I understand. And who were the Children of Dusk?”

“The Children of Dusk were a small faction of religious zealots within the Valkovian race who worshiped an ancient evil named Authrax. They believed Authrax lived in a cave deep beneath the castle. They would capture people from the surrounding villages, drag them into the caves under the castle, and sacrifice them to their god. When Tobias Ashblood exiled the Valkovians, he commanded that the Children of Dusk be burned alive for heresy.”

“And what about my father?” Alidus asked.

“Your father did not enter into the history of Ethion until many years later, after the siblings Dellano and Arabella. They were known as the Troll King and the Warlton Witch. When your grandfather King Isembart heard that the siblings were marching on the kingdom, he sent his high priest Zephryses to find the source of their power. That search led the priest to Wildeye Woods and the water where the siblings had gained this force. When he drank from the pool, that same power coursed through his body and he returned to drive out the siblings and their army of trolls. But in the aftermath of the battle, Zephryses made the first of two mistakes that would one day end his life. The first mistake was adopting an orphan boy named Allaster. That boy, sire, grew up to be your father.


*          *          *

37 years ago


The high priest Zephryses stood on the battlefield of Ethion, its lush green hills covered with the dead of both men and trolls. Overcome with grief, he wept at the sight of the city, its walls blackened and crumbling by the hand of Arabella the Warlton Witch.

“Many have fallen in this grievous battle,” lamented Captain Dellmore of the King’s Army.

“The price of peace is always high when those who oppose it crave blood,” Zephryses said.

“This new power you wield is like no weapon I have ever seen,” the captain exclaimed. “Did my eyes deceive me or did you move the ground? It was as though you commanded the elements!”

“Perhaps. I do not yet know what powers I drew from the water of the pool,” Zephryses said.

“Soon people may perceive you as a god,” the captain laughed. “I would be most uncomfortable were people to worship me.”

Zephryses laughed in agreement.

“Yes, indeed,” Zephryses said.

At that moment, his attention was distracted by a small boy wandering through the battlefield, his red face stained with tears.

Zephryses walked around the bodies to reach the child.

“What troubles you, my son? Why have you come to his place of grief?” Zephryses asked.

The boy, no older than ten, looked up at the priest, sniffled and said,

“I am looking for my father. He is a soldier.”

“You should be at your mother’s side,” Zephryses said.

“Wolves took my mother last winter. My father told me to stay at home. But I was frightened, so I came looking for him,” the boy explained.

“Come with me. Let us see if we may find him,” Zephryses said

Zephryses lifted the boy and carried him to Captain Dellmore.

“Captain, I am searching for the boy’s father. He is a soldier.”

“What is your father’s name?” the captain asked.

“Ardouin,” the boy answered.

The captain’s face darkened when he heard the name, but before he could speak, Zephryses told the boy,

“Son, your father has gone to be with your mother. They are at peace.”

The boy’s face went pale and he dropped his head. After a moment he looked up and said, “I am alone now. I do not have any other family. I do not know how to be alone.”

Trying to comfort and reassure the child, Zephryses patted the boy’s back and gently set him down.

“Then you shall not be alone. I shall adopt you. Would you like that?”

When the boy failed to respond, Zephryses knelt down and asked,

“What is your name, son?”

The boy looked at the priest and answered,


“That is a fine name. From this day forward, Allaster, you will no longer be alone. I shall take care of you.”

When Zephryses opened his arms to the boy, Allaster stepped into the embrace with fresh tears.

Then Zephryses lifted the boy and said,

“Because you will be taking a place in the church, I shall give you a new name, a holy name.”

Zephryses thought for a moment then asked,

“How does Zephryn sound?”

As the child shyly nodded his agreement, Zephryses patted him on the back and said, “Yes. Zephryn will do. Now let us leave this place of sadness and go home.”

At that, the high priest and the boy walked away from the battlefield.

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Dragon Fire: Episode 86

The sun’s rays poured through the open window, resting on the face of the sleeping king. The warmth slowly roused Alidus from his deep slumber, and he raised his head, shielding his eyes from the light.

“For three days and three nights you have slept, sire, but on the morning of the fourth day when the sunlight broke through the clouds, I knew you would rally.”

Alidus struggled to see who was speaking.

“Who is there?” he asked.

A figure stepped into the light then moved close to the bed.

“Degan,” Alidus greeted.

There was peace in his eyes as a soft light shone forth from Degan’s face, a light Alidus had never seen before.

“Are you well?” Alidus asked.

“I am more than well, sire,” Degan said. “I am free. When Zulagareth died, I felt his power leave me. No longer am I an outcast followed by the dead.”

“Wonderful news. What will you do now?” Alidus asked.

“My father worked the land, so I thought I might take up the plow. It will be most rewarding to work with living things,” Degan laughed.

Alidus felt something bump against the bed, but before he could react, Degan reached down and placed a hand on his shoulder.

“Olon has not left your side since you fell unconscious,” Degan explained.

Alidus peered over the edge of the bed and saw Olon raise his long black snout and look up at him.

“What about Atol and Idrian?” Alidus asked.

“Idrian is on the roof where she awaits news of your health,” Atol said, climbing in through the window, “and I am here.”

For a moment, Alidus looked far away then closed his eyes.

“The dragons are gone,” he said. “I can no longer feel them.”

“Soon after you fell, they flew away, returning to their home. The ruby dragon, though he bears the wounds of battle, will heal in time. The pearl kept close by his side in their flight,” Degan explained.

“Already the carpenters and stone workers bid to build a statue in honor of the two great dragons that bravely fought to save the people,” Aric said as he entered the chamber.

“I am pleased to see that all is well,” Alidus smiled. “But where are Razham and Brius?”

“Razham had to return home, and Brius chose to follow his old friend.”

Aric’s countenance grew sad.

“This displeases you?” Alidus asked.

“Before they left, Razham buried a dear friend of mine.”

“I am sorry for your loss,” consoled Alidus.

Aric shook off his grief then said,

“Enough. Now that you are awake, there is much to do. The king’s army must be rebuilt and properly trained. The city needs repair, and an ambassador from the faraway land of Kallimandil has arrived. He requests an audience with you.”

“Indeed. There is much to be done. I will speak with the ambassador at once. Thank you, Aric,” Alidus said.

When Aric bowed and turned to leave, Alidus said,


“Yes, my liege?”

“To begin, remember that you are a prince. Do not call me liege. And secondly, you have skills as well as my trust. Begin rebuilding the king’s army as you choose.”

Aric nodded and left.

“So now what for you?” Alidus asked Atol.

“I must be going as well, sire. Idrian is nearing her birthing cycle, and I know she would like to be home when she gives birth.”

Alidus was surprised.

“There are others of her kind? I did not know this.”

“No, sire,” Atol said. “I believe she was born pregnant and will not stop growing until she reaches her birthing cycle.”

“When she does give birth, you must send word. I would like to see them.”

“I will, sire,” Atol smiled. “Olon, it is time.”

Olon came out from under the bed and followed Atol out the window to where Idrian waited. Alidus rose from the bed and watched as they climbed upon her back and Idrian lifted into the clouds.

* * *

In the days that followed, Alidus, King of Ethion, repaired the castle, while Prince Aric rebuilt the army. Under their watch, the kingdom flourished and the royal coronation was the grandest anyone had ever attended.

The dragons were never seen again, but it is said that should the king ever need them, they will return.

One wintry day, as Brother Egil stoked the morning fire in the great room, one of the other monks Brother Bavan stepped in.

“Good morning,” Brother Egil greeted.

“Good morning. A representative of Ethion is here. King Alidus wishes to speak with you,” Brother Bavan announced.

“Thank you. I will leave at once,” Brother Egil said.

Brother Bavan nodded and hurried away.

* * *

At the castle, Brother Egil was led to the bedchambers where King Alidus, now dressed in royal robes, sat by the fire. The king rose and walked over to the old monk, extending his hand.

Brother Egil took his hand and asked,

“Why have you summoned me, my liege?”

“After all this time, the title still sounds strange to my ears,” Alidus confessed.

“I am afraid it is part of being king,” the monk laughed.

King Alidus sat back and looked deeply into Brother Egil’s eyes. After a moment, he said,

“I want to hear about my father.”

“The king?” the monk asked.

“No,” Alidus answered. “My true father.”

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Dragon Fire: Episode 85

As the flames of the black dragon flowed over Alidus, enclosing him in their blaze, the ice breather, her pearly white skin glistening in the sunlight, shot up into the clouds while the fire breather, the ruby dragon, rose on his hind legs and lunged at the black dragon, tearing its skin with his great claws. Twisting to face his foe, the black dragon fought back, imbedding its teeth into the flesh of the red dragon.

Summoning all his strength, Alidus shot twin columns of fire at the black dragon just as the white dragon fell from the clouds. Driving her claws into the black dragon, she blasted him with a stream of ice before releasing him and returning to the sky.

Three steps and Alidus leapt into the air, landing on the head of the black dragon. He grabbed a horn then poured fire over the beast, but with a whip of its head, the dragon threw Alidus to the stone floor.

Rising to his feet, Alidus saw the black dragon bite into the red dragon’s neck drawing blood. As the creature screamed in pain, the black dragon dug in deeper. Quickly Alidus thrust out his arm and formed a whip of fire. Drawing back his arm, he lashed out and wrapped the whip around the black dragon’s neck. With all his strength, he pulled backward, trying to free the red dragon from the black dragon’s teeth. As he struggled to keep his footing, the white dragon again shot from the sky and landed on the black dragon’s back, driving her talons deep into its flesh.

As the three great beasts fought, Alidus pulled harder on the whip of fire.


*          *          *


In his haste to rally the soldiers and help the prince, Aric raced down the stairs and out into the courtyard. He soon saw that all the warriors had fled, fearful of the battle raging overhead.

When he rushed to the city gates, he saw that the guards there had also deserted, dropping their weapons as they retreated. Just as his hope was fading, Aric saw Degan and Atol coming over the hill.

As he ran the distance to them, he heard the sound of a galloping horse and turned to see his noble steed Colby.

“Degan, Atol,” he yelled as Colby drew near. “Prince Alidus needs our help!”

“Sadly, I can offer no help,” Degan sighed. “My power comes from Zulargareth. If I were to rise against him, the victory would be stillborn.”

“There must be something we can do,” Aric said, turning and looking up toward the battle.

Atol sensed Idrian’s emotions stir. He slowly turned and saw that she was intently watching the battle. Gently laying his hand on her side, he said,

“No, my valiant friend. This battle is beyond us. If we fight, we will not survive.”

Atol felt a rumble within her as she growled deeply in her throat. When she cast her eyes upon Atol, he held her gaze for a moment and knew what she would do.

“Very well. If this must be, we shall go together.”

Quickly he slipped on her back then helped Olon climb up behind him.

“Wait!” Aric called out.

But his word was lost in the wind as Idrian lifted into the air, her great wings pushing them onward to battle.


*          *          *


Alidus released the whip and held forth his hand as he looked deeply into the eyes of the black dragon.  A thin stream of fire shot from his hand and struck the black dragon’s face, forcing him to release the red dragon.

As the wounded ruby dragon fell to the earth, the black dragon clawed at his burning flesh, tossing the white dragon from his back. Alidus kept the stream of fire steady, his eyes fixed on his target. Suddenly Idrian broke through the smoke and pounced on the black dragon’s back. Digging her claws into his flesh, she wrapped her tail around the dragon’s tail and bit deeply into his neck.

When the dragon cried out in pain, Olon leapt from Idrain’s back and dove down the dragon’s throat. Idrian twisted and whipped her head around, tearing at the black dragon as he struggled to breath. Black smoke poured from his nostrils and engulfed Alidus.

“You cannot win this battle, boy,” Zulargareth said.

“I will fight to the death. I know you killed my father,” Alidus said.

“Not your true father,” Zulargareth said.

“And you murdered my mother,” Alidus added. “I will withdraw when you are dead.”

“I did not murder your mother, boy. You did,” Zulargareth corrected.

“Liar!” Alidus snapped.

“I speak the truth. The fire that rages within you killed her.”

At that, Alidus roared and exploded into glorious blue fire, the flames glowing brighter until they burned away the black smoke.

As the black dragon slowly dried to a burned husk, Idrian tore off the head and the remnants broke into a powder. Olon dropped onto a nearby section of scorched wood in what was left of the destroyed tower. Alidus, his strength spent, fell to the stone floor unconscious.


*          *          *


Razham carried the body of Lady Elisabeth to the top of a nearby hill. At the last, she had turned from evil, bravely fought her demons, and could now rest in eternity. He gently laid her body beneath a majestic tree, its great branches spreading out to shade her, and knelt down. Whispering a prayer, Gonorap watched as vines slowly grew over her, forming a thick emerald cocoon then turning a soft brown.

As he marveled, he saw a slight movement beneath the vines, something stirring as it worked its way out. A bright blue and yellow butterfly appeared, slowly fanning its wings before taking to the air. Fascinated, Gonorap cautiously moved up to the vines and reached out to touch them. Suddenly the vines broke apart and thousands of butterflies flew up, filling the air with their glory.

“Her soul is free now, and her body has been returned to the earth,” Razham said.

“There you are,” a voice called behind Razham.

Razham turned to see his old friends Brius and Olds riding up.

“Where is the boy?” Olds asked.

“Terrin,” Brius added.

“His name is Prince Alidus, and—,” Razham stopped when the clouds suddenly parted and the sun broke through.  “And it appears that he has saved us.”

“Well it would have been nice to know,” Olds complained, unaware of the battle now won. “We’ve been wandering the woods searching for him. We were almost set upon by bandits.”

“I am pleased to see that you are well, my friend,” Razham smiled.

“No thanks to you,” Olds protested.

“Stop your complaining, old man,” Brius teased. “We were protected by the most unusual of friends.”

From the back of the cart stepped out a cougar. She slowly approached Razham and sniffed him.

“I am a friend, great huntress,” Razham said.

His brow furrowed, Brius asked,

“It is time for you to return to your home?”

Razham watched as the cougar walked back to the cart then he looked up at his friend.

“Yes, it is time. I have used the last of my blessings and must reach home before my life fades and I return to the earth that bore me. Take care and tell Prince Alidus that Navhena watches over his land and brings it new life.”

“I will go with you, my friend,” Brius said. “We began this journey together and we will finish it together.”

“So I’m alone with the cougar?” Olds asked.

“Unless you wish to come with us,” Brius offered.

“No thank you,” Olds said, stroking his white hair. “I am far too young to lie down and die.”

Brius laughed and said, “Then take care, my friend.”

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