Five Dragons: TLoP: Chapter 3: Big City Adventure
Five Dragons: TLoP:
Chapter 3: Big City Adventure
"Oh shit!" panted
the boy, breathing heavily as he ran
through the narrow streets of the city
with a fast pace. "Whose idea was this shit, anyway?" he thought angrily. "Oh yes! Mine!" he said sarcastically to himself and
grimaced his face. He glanced frantically
back and saw that the guards ran still
behind him. "How can they run so fast with their
armors?" it went through his head. "And why at all such a fuss?" he thought further, glancing at the object in his
right hand. "Just because a
bar of white bread?" He smiled
as he looked at the long pastry. "Good." he repeated in thought. "The two
sacks of potatoes yesterday were the situation not entirely innocent,
and before them the three wine bottles."
A wide grin graced
his face at the
memories. "Oh, not to forget. The purse of the quartermaster last
week!" He turned off into a
side street and brought some
distance between him and his pursuers."So really no reason to make
a drama out of it." he muttered sarcastically
to himself, closing briefly his eyes at
his shrug. What
he better not have done. With a dull "Peng" broke his thoughts voice.He joined with his nose against
something metallic and fell backwards on the butt. The
bread landed in front of him
on the street. The boy grimaced painfully his
face, waving furiously with his
fist in the air. "Watch
where you step...." "YOU!" roared the bumped man, holding out his right index finger. The boy looked now the person in front of him. His
eyes moved slowly from the feet
up to the head. The person was wearing armored boots, which
flawlessly into the greaves. The small
plates coated over each other like dragon scales. The silver breastplate gleamed
slightly in the incident sunlight. The incorporated dragon on the crest was so very easy to recognize. From the shoulders hung
a blue coat that
concealed his left arm. The outstretched gauntlet
was provided with the same structure as the greaves. The visor of
the helmet was open and gave
the big burly
man's face award. The boy sat bashfully
on the street, looking up at his well known eyes. "Oh,
quartermaster Henri. What a coincidence to find you here!" he admitted with a slightly sarcastic tone of himself. Henri took an angry
snarling and made a big step on the lad
to. He reached with
his right arm after the boy,
but this more skillfully
back. The boy raised his bread up from the
street and glanced in the back alley
from which he had come. His previous pursuers
were already to be heard.He turned again to Henri, this looked
at the boy angrily. The thick eyebrows were
drawn together to a malicious expression, including two blue green eyes
stood out. His broad mustache
let the whole thing seem a little menacing.The boy walked nervously
several small steps backwards. "I'd love to stay, and have a little chat."
he said with a slightly shaky voice. The quartermaster
took another step toward him. "But you know how it is." added the boy and shrugged his shoulders briefly. He looked once
more back into the alley, where the guards were already
to be seen. "Duty
calls!" he was still by himself before he ran
away as if struck by lightning.The city guards ran
to past Henri behind the boy. However, the quartermaster was left alone
in the alley, looking after the fugitives. He was
breathing heavily in and out, which was accompanied by an angry growl. ..... Roland sat uneasily
on the slightly uncomfortable
mat and looked back
and forth always hectic. "How will the Sorati be? What will they be? How?
Why? What?" Question over
question tormented his mind. "No need to be so
nervous." Daniel said with a
slight smile on his face and
looked at him left on his chair. The boy looked
at him and nodded once wordlessly. "I'm not nervous." he lied
to himself, but he could feel his heart beat well below his chin.Kyndle sat before him
on the ground and watched him carefully. Roland viewed
more constantly in
the big room back
and forth. The female stood up
and walked towards him. She laid
her head on his left thigh,
and snorted once strong against it, with closed eyes.Roland took slightly
scared of her touch, knowledge, looking at her with a questioning look. She took eye contact with him
and then began to
purr softly. Roland felt her
vibrations and his pulse began slowly to calm down. He held out a hand to
her forehead and stroked her
gently between the black horns. He looked into
the deep blue color of her eyes,
where there is also a light turquoise shimmer was noticeable and smiled
at her. The dragoness gave a gentle
contented "Chirp" of herself and purred softly.With his pulse, his nervousness was down as well and he could
think clearly again. The large room in which
he was staying was very open. Like a prayer
hall. There were some other
people, which were distributed
to the numerous beds and berths still waiting for, but always to each
other at a sufficient distance. Many
of them had arms and legs wrapped
in bandages and complained about
their persistent pain. On the
walls were elaborately decorated towels.
All were decorated with the same emblem.A golden dragon with four
wings. The same sign was to be found on the
domed ceiling, just
bigger. Around the
magnificent painting was
something written. The golden font circled the picture
of the dragon. However, Roland could not decipher the runes. Daniel followed the
boy to the impatient look."Translated it means: Deciding to cure, birth the strength of
life" he said calmly. The boy nodded
to him once, but looked on the magnificently
drawn dragon on
the ceiling. Roland woke up
briefly when suddenly the big
wooden door opened on the other side. Kyndle lifted her head up and also
turned to the door. Three figures entered the hall with large, but soft
steps. It looked like as if they were floating in the room. They were definitely
bigger than a man. The white robes adorned
with golden runes concealed the appearance of the priest almost completely.
They walked slightly bent forward through the doorway. The first went over to Roland.
He had to swallow empty at the moment once.From the
shadows of the drawn forward hood shone
out two yellow
eyes. It seemed as if the pupil were surrounded
by flames. A trained forward dark brown snout
also stepped out of
it. It looked like the nose of a
dragon. He held his
arms clasped together and were retracted
into the other sleeve. The feet were seen briefly
at each step. This also had a draconic appearance.
Three large, dark nails, like giant
toes always came briefly
under the cowl to the fore.At each step, they gave a slight scrape on
the stone floor of themself. The whole room seemed to be in the presence of the priest to hold the breath, because no one had said a word since they
had entered the hall. The Sorati paused
before Kyndle. He
looked at the female, and made
a brief nodding head movement.
The female dragon snorted once, drew
a step aside and
gave way to Roland
free. The priest was now standing directly in front of him. The boy looked anxiously up into the yellow red flames
which stared him. "Do not be afraid, my child."
said a deep strange voice in his head. Roland looked
clueless in the
standing expressionless face before him. He could hear his words, but his mouth did not move. "Let off your fear,
and receive the blessing of Sorathis." echoed
in his mind, at the same time,
the priest leaned over his splinted leg and held
his hands over the bandage.The dark brown scaly
paws had two long
fingers with short claws at the ends and a thumb
with a slightly longer sting.The palms of the priest began light up in a
golden glow to and wrapped Roland`s leg
connected in their appearance a. From
the Sorati could
be heard a long low rumble
while slightly waved his hands back and forth. Roland
felt a pleasant warmth
emanating from the light. When the bright light had cleared, the boy looked
to his no longer splinted
leg. The injury was completely healed. Nevertheless, it remained a long scar
which will always remind him of that night. The priest stood up and walked without further words to the next group. Where the silent ritual
was repeated. Daniel laid Roland
a hand on his shoulder. "Come on, time for
us to go." he whispered to him
and made a gesture with his hand
to the front door. Silently, the three went outside. Outdoors arrived, Roland stared for some
time skeptical on his right leg. "That was weird." he was
confused by himself. "What?" asked Daniel behind. "I could
hear the words of the priest, even
though he had not spoken." "The
Sorati never said
a word." gave Daniel as an answer.
"But they do not need to."
He held his right index finger to his temple. "For
as you have already noted, they are capable
of communicating in a different way."Roland looked at his
companion. "Have you heard
his voice too?" he asked her. The female closed her eyes
and made a nodding movement with the head, followed by a confirmatory
"Churr". The small group left the garden of the Abbey and was now back on the market
street. Timmy leaned
against the wall beside the door.
"Have it managed,
as I see." he said and looked at
Roland's leg. "Soo!" he was relieved of himself. "We
come now to the better part."
he said, rubbing his hands together. Roland took
a few steps and tested his
healed leg, but then turned to Tim. "And that is?" he wanted to know. Timmy
turned swinging towards
the marketplace and stretched his
index finger in the air. "A
city tour!" came loudly from him. Daniel
clapped a hand to his forehead,
so that a dull clapping could be heard. ..... "Phuuh!" gave the
boy breathing heavily from
himself and went into his little
room, where he closed the curtain of the window. "Finally, I'm off of these types! These are perhaps stubborn
fellows!" he groused to himself and walked toward his bed. "For the cost
I would have the same need to clear away all
of the bread stand." he said to himself as he
let himself fall backwards onto
the ceiling. He bit off a piece of bread
and chewed with relish on it. "Oh, crap!" exclaimed his mouth as
he stood up abruptly. "I should actually long to be in the pub." he gave of himself frantically.
"Ohh, she is guaranteed to rip open my
ass, again." he complained
when he was already back on the road.
And after a short sprint he reached his goal. The boy stood before the crowded eatery and watched
the big placard that
hung out far into the sidewalk. A woman, dressed in green was depicted, which
sat with bunk legged on a beer mug, holding a black whip in her hand. About the dark line of the painted
whip, the name of
the restaurant was incorporated."The Iron Maiden" The boy scratched his head and thought for an excuse that he had not
used yet. But a painful drawing
took him out of his mental process. "Ahh! Martin let me go!" he cried startled. The larger
guy grabbed him by his right ear and pulled him in to the pub. He
dragged the boy silently through the large room, passing the hearth in
the middle, up behind the counter
of the bar "Thank you for the delivery Martin." said the woman behind the
counter and winked at him once. Martin grinned
and nodded silently,
before he went away again. "So! I hear?" came from the slender
woman. The boy looked
abashed on the floor. "I. .. It was ...
so ..." he began hesitantly.
"Come on with it!" she interrupted him. "I have other
things to do as well!" she added demanding.
"The city guards has followed me, but for
no reason." "Ah, just
the city guards? No dragon cultists or
other demons?" the woman
said with a slightly angry tone, pulling an eyebrow.
"It is true! If you do not believe me, ask Henri the quartermaster.
He has seen it!" said the boy."Ok, I will." she replied soberly. "He's sitting behind there." she
added, and made a gesture with
her head to the final table.
The boy tore shocked
his eyes. "Stop! WHAT?" it went
through his head. He poked his head carefully over the bar counter. And in
fact, on the last table sat the burly quartermaster
with a large beer mug. The boy kept the woman
on the belt firmly as she made her way. "No!
Do not, please." he pleaded to her. "Then out with it!" she
told him again. "OK.
That with the city guards is
really true. So. I was in the market today." he began. "Since I've stolen
a baguette, but was getting caught and had to quickly look
into the distance." he took a
short breath. "On the run I
then collided with the quartermaster, who is still angry. Because I had swiped his purse last week." he took after his confession of
relief, hoping thereby about mitigating
circumstances. "Soso." she said calmly. "Then I would
suggest, you bring it him back, so you two can create
it out of the world." "Returning?" said the boy slightly desperate. "How to return? I no longer
have it. And also
do not know where I left it." he complained a little
perplexed. The lady looked at him
a moment and then reached under the
bar counter. "Then bring him this here,
until you can find the other." she said dryly,
holding out the purse of Henri."Where is this come
from?" the boy asked in
astonishment. The woman looked at
him and held the head slight angle. "What
you can. Harrison." she looked at
in strict. "Can
I do as well, only better." A wink completed the gesture.
"And now go." she said encouragingly at
him and gestured with her head in
the direction to Henri. The boy made himself swallowing hard on the
way to the final table. The Purse
clutching, he went in thinking through a
possible excuse. But it spontaneously occurred
to him nothing. Halfway he stopped and turned back to the counter where he was
closely considered by the landlady.
Therefore, he turned again to the front. With downcast eyes he walked without a word to the table. Henri
sat on the bench and led his filled beer mug to the mouth. After a long
drink he put him down again and wiped the
foam from his beard with a hand. Then he looked at
the boy in front of him, which
he greeted with a soft growl. The boy paused
briefly intimidated, but then took a bold step forward
and put slightly shaky the purse of the quartermaster
on the table. He let off of the bag. "I'm sorry." he added softly.Henri raised an eyebrow, looked at the boy in amazement and easily grabbed his
belongings. The man sat his mug again on the
mouth and continued drinking.
The boy stood there in silence and watched
him tense, with the expectation of punishment. The quartermaster turned
noisily the now empty jug on the plate and exhaled
in relief. Henri opened the
leather bag and pulled out two coins, which
he laid on the table. "One for the beer." he said
as he uprising. The
man bent down to the boy. "And the other one for you, if that does not happen again!" he added determinative. The boy
swallowed hard again as he stared into the blue green eyes
and nodded once without a word. Henri stood up and walked with heavy steps to the exit of the
tavern. Halfway he
beckoned the hostess yet. "Until next
time Tamara." "Anytime,
Henri." she answered to him, and then
grinned at the boy. This looked back in
surprise and in this moment it
made "click" in his
thoughts. "She knew it all
the time!" echoed in his head.
He lowered his gaze to the floor and clenched his
hands into fists. "Oh
great!" he thought to himself. ...... On the
market place still
ruled a lively rhythm,
but not all were in such a hurry like most others. Four
intimidating fellows sat around on the edge
of the fountain around the statue
and watched a single horse carriage, which drove
around the square. "What
number is the round now?" asked one of
the unknowns. "With this
round, four." gave him
a response and
kept him laughing four outstretched fingers
against. "Did they actually
know where they want to go?"
said the first again in the round. "Well, with such a dork of
a driver, I`m sure
not further than the market street!" added one of the other,
followed by a weak laugh. "Great city tour you idiot!" Daniel complained to the driver. "We now curves for
the fifth time around the market." He looked
at Tim seriously, this just by looking at
him and then turned his attention
abruptly back to the front. "Do you know where you actually drive to?"
Daniel asked, annoyed. "I can not concentrate, not with that gaze from you!"
gave Timmy confused by himself. Daniel shook his head and exhaled heavily. "I
give up." he added, dismissing his
hands. Kyndle looked a
little perplexed to Roland,
this held his head slightly inclined and shrugged.
The female dragon snorted it once and
shook her head. After another lap around the busy market place Daniel ripped out of patience. "That can not be true!" He pulled the driver, jerked
the reins and
steered the car with a sharp curve in the next road, which led
away from the market. Roland
rose hastily from
the back seat to the front. "And
where does it go now?"
the boy asked curiously. "We go now to
the breeder!" Daniel grumbled to himself. "Another
round of market I
can not stand!"Tim looked left
forward, let his
head fall back and waved it slowly in
the direction of Daniel.
"I feel right again much stress in you." He began soberly and pointed his
right index finger on Daniel's face. "We should really do some...... Wait
a minute!" he startled and
jerked his eyebrows up. "Approximately to a dragon breeder?"
he asked, slightly panicked after. "Not
just A dragon breeder. To THE dragon
breeder." Daniel corrected
him. "Ne nee! Without me." Tim was
complaining of himself and waved both hands in
front of his face around. "You can drop me off right here." he said and jumped shortly thereafter by the bandwagon down.
Daniel stopped the vehicle abruptly. Kyndle
drew a slight belly
landing and gave it a bleating "Meep"
by herself. "What's the idiocy? Want to
wait about here?" the driver
asked. Tim put
his head to the side and shrugged
his shoulders again. "Nope! I'm waiting for you by Tamara." he said, then walked slowly
up the road. "Who is Tamara?" Roland asked curiously. "Her belong an inn here in the road." Daniel explained
and put the car in
motion again. "We get him
out from there when we were
at the breeder."
he added. "He's not come along even with the Sorati. Why?" prodded the boy. Daniel took a hard
breath. "He basically
avoid anything that has to do with dragons." Roland looked back
to Tim as he
listened on. "We do not
know why. This
was so since he
came to us to Ironwing." "Does this have any reason?" Roland
asked. "He never
spoke of the time before our first meeting, and when we ask him about
it, he is stubborn.
You'll have to therefore have to ask yourself."
"Hmm." murmured Roland
to himself, Timmy's strange reaction to Kyndle
called again in memory."But don`t let you distract about that." said Daniel confident and put the
boy a hand on his shoulder. "There,
behind the front door
it is." he said, gesturing with one hand forward. .....
Timmy stood under the big board and looked at
the depicted woman in a green dress on. He exhaled once and
nodded to the picture. Then he was jostled by an
unknown man from behind. "Out
of the way!" Gave this necklace
highly of himself and pushed him hard to
the side. Tim was just able to
find his balance before
he nearly tipped over and then looked tense
in the sullen
face of the unknown. This began to lose
its way without further
ado, continue up the road,
followed by three other comrades.
Timmy saw the
group for a short time afterwards
suspicious, but then turned,
shaking his head from them and went
to the pub. He came through the wide door and found himself in a large room again. In
the center of the pub a big
fireplace was present in which
flickered a warm fire. Many figures had
gathered in this tavern. Over the innocent looking to the big intimidating, all were represented. A
bard group tried their
luck on this day, and played
their tune here not
far from the fire. The name
of the piece was called: Blood Brothers. Most of the guests were listening silently the sounds and occasionally
took a sip of their drink. "To whom do I owe the pleasure of this?"
came easily wailing
of the woman
behind the bar when she noticed
the new guest. "One of the
five is still not well disposed to me, that
just YOU have come up here." bleated on
the hostess. Timmy sat at the counter and the
lady nodded once. "Tamara." he added on his gesture. She
looked at him in cold. He twisted his face slightly
and scratched his head. "Still angry,
huh?" he asked soberly. "Still
angry? STILL ANGRY?!!" she
repeated his words with increasing
voice and slammed her fist hard on the counter down
what let it fall over the empty glasses. The numerous guests, as well as the music fell silent on it.After a short pause, the melody
began again and the guests turned away. "After all the trouble I had after your last
adventure, I get
only a dry still angry?!" she grumbled and pulled maliciously her
eyebrows together. Tim held both hands
up. "Calm down dear."
he began softly. "I'm not
here to rip open old
wounds, believe me." "Wherefore then?" she asked after energetic. "You know the old prophecy of the five?" added Timmy and sent her a
dubious look. Tamara
nodded wordlessly and her malicious expression
turned into an inquisitive
facial expression. "I knew that
you are interested in that."
said Tim a little smug. "So listen
..." ...... The car crossed a high
stone gate, behind a green backdrop appeared. "Now
admire the work of Barnabas." said Daniel to Roland, this left his mouth
stand open as the coach on the narrow trail toward
the high house turned onto. A larger complex
of buildings sticking out of the landscape,
surrounded by vast green meadows.
The contrast of each enclosure could not be
more different. Many were fenced,
some dug deep
into the earth and surrounded by large metal cages.
Numerous small lakes
and rivers ran through the small
areas. The landscapes
were provided with hills and towering rocks, but also flat lands found its way into the
varied architecture. The plant diversity also let not disappoint.
From meager forests
to heavily overgrown jungle structures, this property had almost everything to offer what nature could give.Daniel looked at his silent passenger and
smiled him. "A
real eye opener, not?" Roland
was speechless at this impressive building. The vehicle crossed an
elongated bridge that led across
a brown pen. He
risked a glance hesitantly
down in the
fallow area, but could not see anything in it. The boy turned questioningly
to the driver. "Are here some dragons housed?"
"Some determined." gave this as an answer.Kyndle stuck her nose
in the air and sniffed
excitedly. Roland looked again over the
edge down. "But there
are indeed none
at all." he complained slightly
disappointed. Kyndle took a deep breath and sent a loud roar on the facade
landscape. The horses of the car startled it.
Daniel moved sharply
once on the reins and made a
sudden stop. "To
the Five!" he gave scared of himself. The
roar of the dragoness took
over the farm away,
and trailed off in
the distance. After a silent pause
echoed some roars
from other dragons back. Kyndle looked awakened
with a view to
her companion, and made a nodding head movement. A cheerful "Chirp" ended her gesture. Roland smiled
at her and stroked her with a hand
on the forehead. The Dragoness
purred out softly.
Daniel shook his head, breathing heavily. "Next time please with
a warning." he bleated easily. The
female looked a little puzzled
about the driver and
gave a faint "Meep" by herself."As you hear it." he began, and exhaled in relief. "Just because you can`t see some, it does not
necessarily mean that there are
not any." said Daniel and
puts the car in motion again.The vehicle stopped in front of the entrance of the building, which was located in the center. On the small gravel yard there was a lively bustle.
The small group dismounted from their transport to be equal then flamed by an employee of
the court. "Out of the way!"
could be heard from the strong man. "Wait here." said Daniel to Roland and
his companion. "I put the car somewhere else from."
He turned to the farm workers. "Probably a bad day, huh?" he asked this when he
went to the side. The boy walked with
his companion towards the entrance
and waited at the edge of the square for Daniel`s
return."Can not get any better at all!" bleated the
worker continued when he moved on his cart,
laden with heavy barrels. He turned to the other employees. "Watch out, that the lock behind is actually
closed you bonehead." he pointed his arm on one
of the metal cages. "A theater like last week, we do not need again
today." he grumbled on. The other shook
his head on his
remarks and turned back to his work. Roland watched the man tense. His gaze remained
standing on the cage aforesaid. The dark plane
which was stretched
over prevented, unfortunately, that he could see from his current
position who or what was inside.
Curious, he walked toward the covert prison. "You
better not go in the near of this cage." said a
young girl and pulled him back on
his arm. Kyndle took a step
to the new person and snarled at them quietly. The girl
noticed the dragoness and let Roland on the
spot go, what let fall the growl of the female silent. The boy looked questioningly into the frightened face."So the dragon belongs to you." she admitted easily
breathing on her own. The girl
shook her head once, and then
turned to Roland. "I'm Clara, the
assistant of Barnabas."
She put a welcoming
smile on treatment. "And
you're sure to be Roland?"
she asked with a slight angle held head. The boy
nodded silently and looked tense in her green eyes. Her slightly
pale face formed a great contrast to the dark
color of her pupils, reinforced by the long, loose blond hair. Her eyes
wandered to the dragoness. "And that is your dragon?" "Kyndle."
added Roland. "Ah. A female then." came
out of her mouth in astonishment.
"Hello Kyndle. I am Clara." she said to her, holding smiling an open hand to the dragoness greet
contrary.The female made slightly
hesitant some steps
to the blonde girl and then
sniffed a few times at the offered hand.
The female dragon snorted at it once
and then sat satisfied cooing back next to Roland."Why should I not?" wanted the boy to know and
turned again to the cage around. "The creature of it is in a very bad
shape." Clara began to
explain. "And due to his injury puts this
a more aggressive behavior on the day." she folded her arms and put a sadder
look on her face. "Last week,
he broke out of his
enclosure and has it done on his way out,
despite his injury a whole warehouse tear
down. Eleven men were needed
to recapture him." she
breathed once hard in and out. "Some are,
therefore, still a little nervous,
and that's why we keep him
here under wraps until
he has recovered." "Ye have already seen, I
see." Daniel gave out when he was joining to
the group. "Be greeted
Clara." he added, and made a
gesture with his head
bent forward. "The polite Daniel, always a pleasure to meet you." she greeted him with a warm smile. "According to
the letter of Lady Catherine, we actually expected you sooner."Daniel grimaced slightly
his face and scratched
his head. "Well,
there were one or two minor delays."
he explained with a grin. "It's all right." she reassured him.
"I will bring you to Barnabas." ..... Against the magnificent gates
of the city sat two riders on their animals and looked tense through
the open archway into the city.
Both were wrapped in brown coats, hoods
pulled far forward. One carried a staff with
him, who was crowned with a purple crystal. "Are
you sure that we will meet him
here?" he asked the man with the rod. "Do not be so impatient!" griped him by the sorcerer. "Raise
this informant was already annoying enough without your nagging. And now
shut up! Here he comes."The two horsemen dismounted
from their horses and walked slowly towards the whistleblower
against, which came
up from the white city out to them. With some
distance from each other were the three figures stand. The two men in coats looked
to the journeyman which joined searchingly. His simple clothing left not just close it, that he might
be an important person. Only a gold necklace stood
out from the poor acting facade. The
standing on the head triangle
thing was decorated with three engraved circles. In
the middle was an open eye incorporated. "Did you have the payment?"
asked the seedy person.The mantle next to the magician
raised his head nervously
when he saw the jewel of the informant. This emblem was not foreign to him.
His eyes gave way hurriedly to his comrades.
"This guy can not be trusted." he whispered to the magician. "I told you to keep your mouth. I call the
shots, so it's my decision
who we have to
trust and who not to." he replied angrily. "You do not know what we engage here." said his comrade again between.
"Be STILL now!"
ordered the magician determining."Gentlemen? I'll
wait." said the stranger
slightly impatient. Without losing another word threw the man with the rod
a small pouch at the feet of the stranger. With the landing of the small pocket was
loud and clear the tinkling of many coins to hear. The man picked
up the wallet and threw a controlling look at its
contents, then he stepped between
the principal. "In the Iron Maiden, there is one person that can
lead you to him." he whispered to the figures
before he went on smiling and shook his
reward. The brown coats sat
on them quietly in motion and walked through the gate. ..... "Alright. Next patient." sounded a deep voice with a monotonous sound
of the words around the room. The
little person walked in front of the great being,
who was wounded on the wide deck location.
"Race: Horntail. Violation: bite wound on
the neck and shoulder. Bleeding:
Weak." the little person breathed in short. "Left
wing: Cracked. Symptom: faintness. Encrusted eyes."
The man carefully opened one of
the eye and saw the dragon
in the pupil. Due
to its thick round spectacles
pierced his close
look at the animal. "Pupils:
dilated. Reflex: normal."
he added soberly. The sick
dragon snorted once
weak and glanced to
the side, where his owner was, which was accompanied by a booming cooing. This
nod to the animal once with closed eyes
and then turned back to the doctor. The doctor opened the mouth of the dragon and looked searchingly into his throat.
"Slight discoloration of the
mucous membrane." He paused and sniffed a few times through the nose. "Sulfur smell is missing. Strange. Atypical." Thoughtfully, he turned around and
kept thereby his hand to the mouth. He turned to the owner and looked at him with a mimic loose face.
"Cause of injury?" he asked quite
decisive. "We were on a patrol flight when we ....."
The doctor held an
open hand. "No story.
Attacker? Look like? Species?" he added slightly impatient. The rider looked
at him a bit shocked and stood up again. "A Timber Wolf." he gave
as an answer to the question. "An
alpha animal, judging by the size." "Details?" hacked the doctor dry after.
"Red fur, yellow eyes and foaming at the mouth."
said the owner. The expert remained thoughtful a hand over
his mouth. "Infected bite." came from the man as he
raised his eyebrows, which
emerged from behind the round glasses. He walked hastily to one of the
long shelves, looking specifically
for a larger glass. The uniformed rider went
to his animal and comforting
holding out a hand to his forehead
as he watched the doctor in his search. A faint cooing
was heard from the dragon. The bearded man opened one of the glass boxes and came
back with a gray lump in his hand.The rider looked at him and
the dark something in his hand
skeptically. While the doctor step at the dragon with the lump, three
strong men were added. "Fights
infection. Supports healing of wounds and fractures." returned the doctor of himself. His support laid chains over the dragon and
this fixed them to
wide metal rings around the mooring site around. The
expert looked at the rider
seriously. "Stand
back." he told him. This took a bit
hesitant his hand from the front
of the animal and made a few steps
backward. One of the helpers handed the doctor a wide
leather strap and then opened the mouth of the
dragon. The doctor looked at
his assistant and nodded wordlessly. He
threw the lump in the mouth of
the animal, whereupon the
assistant pressed the jaws
of the dragon firmly together. At the same time the doctor took the belt around the snout of the animal and
pulled him along. The dragon tore shocked
his eyes and struggled cramped against the strong bitter taste in his
mouth. He pressed himself hard against the tight chains,
but they did not budge. The belt prevented that he could spit out the lump again
and he had to
swallow him, willy-nilly. After a few moments the shock of the animal was overcome
and the dragon collapsed in
exhaustion. The rider silently
watched the spectacle. He walked
closer to his dragon, holding out
a hand to the side. He felt the heartbeat of the subject and noticed how his
breathing calmed down slowly. At the same time solved the helper the
chains and removed the belt. A deep long
coo revealed, that
the dragon fell asleep."House 8. Room
4!" said the doctor to the helpers, who nodded
wordlessly. They lifted the now dormant dragon with a pulley on the ceiling of the mooring site up and
laid him carefully on a car, on which they
pulled it out the treatment room.
The rider quietly followed the transport.After the wagon had
passed through the wide doors, a small group of four came
into the room. A girl with long blond hair went ahead. "He is a true genius
about dragons." she gushed
during the entry into the room. The Doctor stood
with his back to the group in
front of a table and jotted down
a few lines frantically in his notebook. "Master Barnabas?" interrupted his assistant.The little man turned and looked into the face of a skeptical looking boy.
Roland saw at the so called breeder still.
"This dwarf is supposed to be
the big dragon expert?" he thought to himself, looking at the bearded fellow through
the thick lenses from his eyes.
Barnabas came in
his full size just to Roland's shoulders.
A small goggle with thick round glasses perched
on his broad nose. The thick and long
beard enveloped the
face like a hairy helmet. And yet, he exuded
an unexpectedly sympathetic aura."These
here are ....." "Interesting." Clara was interrupted by her master. "Absolutely." came from Barnabas,
when he noticed Roland's companion, which curiously
sniffed the bed place.Kyndle stood slightly startled still when she noticed the breeder. He began to
go checking around her. "Hatchling.
Female." Barnabas began with a
calculated word sound. "Species: Horned Tail?" shortly thereafter, he shook his head and held up a
hand to his mouth. "Tail end untypical. Bladewing?
No. No match."
Slightly confused Roland looked
to Clara, she
nodded to him once with closed eyes, smiling confidently after.
"Orange red shed.
Grey coloring on
the neck and abdomen." analyzed the breeder further. "Brighter
parts on neck and tail set."
he added. Kyndle followed
with her look curiously at the little bearded person
who still moved around her. "Colour of the shed. Uncommon. Rarely." The
breeder went to a full bookshelf and pulled out a thick tome. Frantically,
he opened the lid of the old book and flipped it in a hurry. On one
side he stopped and went a finger down looking
on the paper. "Last known sighting. Kyleth. Dragon
of the Five. Killed by hunters Order." Daniel and Clara widened surprised
and shocked at the same time
the eyes. Barnabas turned back to the female dragon around
and circled her again. "Horns and claws. Black.
Dark wing membrane."
Thoughtful, the expert hold his hands together behind his back and looked at the female's eyes. "Pupils. Dark blue." he added dryly. Kyndle
sent a slightly nervous
helpless look to Roland
which was accompanied by a slight turquoise glitter,
but turned right
back to the breeder. Barnabas easily pulled
up his eyes and followed calculating the action
of the animal."Imprinting has occurred." he said soberly as his
thick eyebrows behind his glasses
appeared. "Not possible! Hatchling." he added, shaking his head. "Imprinting?"
Roland went in
confused. The expert turned his gaze frantically
to the boy and walked
toward him. "Bond of two souls."
he began. "Affected shares feelings. Pain. Memories.
Effect varies. Can increase. Imprinting." Roland swallowed once hard at unusual
explanation. The monotonous
word sound of the dwarf made him appear almost
lifeless, coupled with the blank stares from the lenses. The
boy grabbed with his right hand
to his forehead thoughtfully and looked at his companion. Barnabas left again
the eyebrows stand
out behind glasses. "Feel honored. To meet you. Companion." Gave the breeder of himself and bowed to the boy. This looked
confused at the little bowed
man and then
looked perplexed to Daniel
and Clara. They
both looked at him startled. "He?
A companion of the
prophecy? Are you sure master?" asked the assistant nervous. "Without
a doubt." added Barnabas determining.
"Color and emblem. Match."Roland looked hesitant
on his right hand back. "Where did this
dwarf knows this
emblem?" echoed through his
head in shock. "The female! Where does she come from?" asked Clara invitingly
with a skeptical eye. Roland shrugged at
her sharp question briefly together and saw something lost to his companion.
Kyndle shot him with
half closed eyes a comforting look and tipped
her head slightly bent forward. "Not here." Barnabas intervened. "Study
room." he said determining and steered the group out of the chamber.The small room arrived,
they all sat down to the lower table
in the center of the room. Roland sat on the chair
and kept his eyes
down thoughtfully. Kyndle placed herself in front of him and looked up at him. "Well.
Companion. Told."
called Barnabas. The boy was startled from his thoughts. The earlier so monotonous voice of the
dwarf sounded now curious and
slightly tense. The
female laid her head on Roland's thighs and
began to purr softly, as she sought eye
contact with him. The boy looked
into her moist blue eyes and
laid her a hand on her forehead. A reassuring "Churr" was the answer. He
smiled at the female dragon when he saw the faint twinkle in
her eyes and was breathing
heavily after, before
he raised his head. "It was at night when my mother and I fled
to Parem." he began slightly
hesitant. "We were persecuted and ......." All listened attentively to the story of the boy. ...... "And
you think that it is this Roland?" Tamara asked impatiently. Two journeymen wrapped in coats, which also
were staying at the bar raised their heads on. "Schhht."
hissed Timmy to
the hostess and kept
thereby a finger to his mouth.
"This does not have to know anybody here."
he added in a whisper. Tamara lifted both
hands. "Very well, very well."
she agreed. "But do not think, I would forget
everything else, just because you
tell here about the prophecy."
Tim looked at the woman demanding and waved with
his hands. "And what should
I do in your opinion? Huh?"
he held his head to one side
and rolled his eyes. "I can bad probably
turn back time." he bleated
easily. Tamara let her
look below to the entrance,
where one her
familiar face entered. She made her way contrary to the new guest and held Tim an
index finger in the face. "This
issue is still on the table."
she said menacingly at him and turned away from him. One
of the unknowns at the bar
sat down next to Timmy
and leaned his decorated
with a purple crystal rod at the bar. The view of
the faceless shadow of the
hood emigrated to
the thin man. "Prophecy
of the Five? Huh?"
asked the menacing voice of the
jacket wearer. "What
you are interested in that?"
he complained to the unknown. "Go an make your own business." he said determining and
reached for his drink. "Hello Mardon." gave the hostess with a
friendly smile from herself as
she walked toward the uniformed man. This
took the woman in his arms and held her a hand to her cheek
while he gave her a loving kiss.The lady held his shoulders
and looked him deep into in the eyes by the beautiful greeting. "What are you doing here?" she wanted to know. "I`m again on patrol,
to collect seedy fellows." he said with a wink.
The woman sat on a
slightly disappointed face and
stroked his breastplate. "Oh, and I thought you have come, because of me." Mardon smiled at her
and looked deep into her eyes.
"I would also came be, with command or not, to me
pick up my kiss." he
replied. Mardons eyes wandered searchingly around in the
tavern and stopped at the bar on
a thinner man with
shoulder long hair. He let
his girlfriend go.
"What does he want here?"
he asked determinative. "Calm down." she soothed him and held him by the
arm. "He is as a guest
here, and is waiting
for his group." she gestured
with her eyes to
the two unknown, who sat to the right of Tim at
the bar. "I'd rather these
two as worry."
"Why?" asked Mardon soberly.
"Call it women's intuition."
said the landlady as she looked at
the two unknowns. "I just have a strange feeling about them." He
stroked the woman with the flexed
finger over the nose and looked at her. "Ok, I`ll take a
look." he added and disappeared silently among the guests. The hostess returned with a happy face behind
the bar, where she was greeted by Timmy
with a broad grin. "And I thought
that with the iron maiden is
really true?" he asked with a grin. Tamara moved her
eyebrows together to a maliciously gaze. "We both can also go outside."
she gestured with one hand to the output. "And then I show you how iron I
can be." she threatened. Tim raised servants his hands up and twisted his face
slightly. "No need for that,
thank you." ...... "Stack crates! Stack crates!" Harrison
bleated loudly in the silent storage room. "I had already apologized
me. And now I have the whole stupid
carrying boxes here." he went on angrily.
"But you know what, you stupid
wooden squares?" He threw one of the crates in
the corner. "Without me! I'm done here!" he cursed and climbed out of the small window in the narrow alley behind the restaurant. There he crumbled
behind some barrels, where there was a warm blanket. He snuggled into the
thick fabric and leaned against the wall. "Stupid purse
and also stupid Henri." he muttered
angrily to himself before he dozed off. ..... Catherine trotted angered out
of the gate of the town hall to
the street. Koris followed her
quietly and closed the wooden door behind him. "Why is this legal
system all just so complicated?"
she grumbled to herself and kept head shaking a hand at the mouth. "I would have pulled most that woman about their cheap curls down
on the counter!" she cursing in her anger. James
put the lady a
hand on her shoulder and looked at her
encouragingly. "However, we can not do anything at the moment."
he began softly. "We must now
willy-nilly contact the town hall of Kams in
Ordenary." He saw at his mistress warm. "As
they said, can our
request for an official override
and the application of a funeral only
be accepted with the accompanying papers
to." "I know. I know." came from Catherine with a sadder voice.
"I just want to bring the whole thing to conclusion." Hooked
she breathed in and out, and threw her companion a downcast look.
The captain looked confident in the sad
face of his mistress. "Concentrate
on Roland, to
give him a new home now." he
said and smiled at her. The woman breathed
in with closed eyes. "You
are right James. Thank you." she
said relieved and looked at him invitingly. "Do me a favor and keep our intentions at the moment in silence." "Of course." Koris confirmed with a nod and
helped her to enter into the coach. ..... Roland told in detail
about his adventure. He only skipped the
conversation with the figure in
the orange red robe. "... then the gate was open and I could go
outside the hall with Kyndle." With this sentence exhaling he finished
his story. He closed
his eyes and stroked his dragoness thoughtfully
between the black horns. The female had placed
her head on his thigh, where she purred softly."Interesting." muttered
Barnabas in his thick
beard and began hastily to write down a few lines on a piece of paper. "But I thought, that Kyleths dragon cult
was defeated by the hunters."
Clara began hesitantly.
"The stories tells, that all the
followers were killed after they slay the high dragon. Their places of
worship were also razed to the
ground.""Correction." said Barnabas
dry and stood up from
his seat. "Living proof. Here.
In front of us." he said, pointing
to the female. "Extinction.
Incomplete. Descendant exist." he added, looking dull with its goggles into
the round. "By the Five." Daniel was
surprised at himself. His eyes widened in
astonishment and he kept pondering
his hands before the mouth. "I knew from the prophecy,
but that this will actually
arrive is just incredible." "Ways of the Five. Unfathomable." Barnabas began sober. "Fact:
Roland one of the companions. Secrecy? Attached."
he added. "Why should we conceal
it?" ask Clara
curious to. "The priests of the Five undoubtedly want
to know this." The dragon
expert raised a hand high. "Necessary." he added determinative and
straightened his glasses. "Optimal
timing. After emergence of other companions."
"But such an important piece
of information you may not just hide?" Daniel
came in between. "Irrelevant."
said Barnabas, shaking his head.Roland closed his eyes and reflected everything in thoughts, what he had told a few moments ago. The painful memory of his mother was now refreshed. A lone tear
sought their way across his closed eyelids.
Kyndle pressed with
slight pressure against his hand.
He felt the warm breath of his companion between
his fingers and the gentle vibrations
of her soft purr.
The newly kindled discussion fell into the
background. He took a deep
breath and let it with a straight dash off again. Suddenly there was silence. No voice was heard anymore.
The other sounds seemed to be stolen away. Roland opened frightened
his eyes. He was
alone. A weak beam of light
shone down on the boy. Around him darkness. Still
sitting on the chair waved his nervous
glance back and forth. "Kyndle?" he cried slightly
desperate in the surrounding shadows, where only his echo reverberated
back. He stood up from the chair and took
a few steps away from it. The
light followed him and was always
fixed over him. A deep and long
breathing was reflected in the endless darkness.
Roland ran a
scary, but himself already known
shiver down the spine."Your destiny! Your
decision!" echoed out a
gloomy echo from the shadows.
With the voice came a rumble of thunder equal and let the boys
cringe. The beam of light disappeared and the darkness took
the upper hand. A bright ring of flames formed
behind him and a figure in an orange red robe
strode through the fire toward the boy. The sign on the back of Roland`s hand began to glow in a bright blue shine. The embellishments
on the cowl of the appearance
shone with the same light. Roland winced
as he held his hand over his face. Startled, he turned
around. "You again?" came
slightly wailing of
the boy. A silent nod of appearing person was the answer. "Destiny is calling again after a
decision." said the figure, holding
apart his arms. Two
cracks cut the dark emptiness and hovered next
to the easily frightened boy. In the left was a
small bearded person to see
with a round spectacles on his nose.
A thick long beard disguised most of his face.
Upright, he stood there, held his arms together on the back. In the
other crack, a blonde girl was seen with green eyes, which stood next to a larger
fellows. The white vest with red sleeves
left clearly recognize
that this one had to be Daniel. Roland looked thoughtfully
once from left to right and then turned slightly confused to the orange red frock. "What
does that mean?" he asked,
raising his eyebrows questioningly. The
figure strode to the fissure
with the dwarf in approach. "He is of
the opinion that secrecy is the
next step." The person pointing
with one hand to the
other image. "While they are
of the view, to reveal your
existent is the
right choice." The Robe
strode back to the burning ring and held
his arm against the boy. "But which
way is taken is
your decision."Roland stared silently
at the person in front of him,
looking slightly lost in the faceless shadow of the hood.
Thoughtful his eyes fell down and he took a
hesitant. The apparition drew back his arm and
crossed both by pulling them into
the other sleeve. The boy's eyes fell several times hectic between
the cracks back and forth. He
wished that someone would come and took off the decision
from him. But this was not the case. Undecided, he looked at the figure before
him, this remained silent in his attitude. How should he choose and what will be the consequences?
Neither option seemed to promise him at the moment. "Your hesitation is understandable, Roland." he heard in his head. A
female voice filled his mind.
It sounded strange, yet familiar. The warm tone
had a calming effect. "Who are you?" Roland asked the down coming echo.The circle of flames behind the cowl grows
larger and expanded. Out of the middle, stepped with a deep booming cooing
a huge head. Orange
red scales adorned the mighty snout of the
dragon. Big black horns perched on the
skull like a daunting crown.
Two dark blue eyes
turned her penetrating gaze
on the boy. A distinctive
turquoise shimmer burned in the pupils. Roland winced at the
imposing appearance. He took a big step toward the head. "Kyndle?" he dared
to ask hesitantly. The dragon
kept his gaze fixed
on him. "No. Companion." echoed the voice again through his thoughts. The boy stepped back,
startled, and looked somewhat the
nature empty eyes. Since the word again. Companion."Then who are you? And what's about this talk of companions
and fate?" he asked the curious phenomenon.
"This world knows me by the name Kyleth." came in the answer to his first question. A booming
cooing accompanied the voice of the dragon. "And
you have received from me the
emblem of the companion. My
Emblem." Roland felt a chill down
his spine when he heard her voice.
His thoughts requested downright at her words. He held his right hand back thoughtfully
before and looked at the glowing symbol. "Why
did you chose me?" the boy
wanted to know and looked at the high dragon
slightly demanding. "I have not chosen you. You did that by
yourself." The scaly face
once closed her
eyes, and broke short the eye contact with the boy. "I have offered
only the possibility. The decision
to accept it was
ultimately your own."The realization hit Roland like an arrow into
the heart. Startled, he widened
his eyes and breathed in and out heavily. "Just
as you now have come to another decision." Her piercing eyes turned again to
the boy, which was accompanied by
a deep cooing. "Whichever
way you may also choose to, stride forward, head
held high. As my companion." her words echoed in his mind again. The
Big head tore
open his mouth and sent a thunderous roar in
the darkness. The ensuing pressure wave could feel
the boy on his chest and let him fall on his knees. Then
she withdrew into the flaming
ring and disappeared into the void. "Well, companion." said
the remaining shape and lowered his forehead to
the front. "Choose."Roland breathed heavily
out as he straightened
up again. His eyes waved again undecided between the two cracks back and
forth. He still had so many questions, but no answers.
And now he was again faced with a decision. His feeling, which helped him in his first election, let him down here. The boy walked closer
to the image of Barnabas. "Secrecy. Attached." he repeated the words mentally.
"Maybe it would be really wise to keep it once
for myself?" he thought to himself. Roland was finally on the run, and
his pursuers seemed very eager to find him.
What they will certainly continue to try. Thoughtfully, he put a hand on the crack, as it would keep them to a window. The appearance in the orange red robe lifted
his head and turned his gaze to
Roland. "Is this the chosen path?" he asked with a determining word sound
and set a hand on the portrait of the dwarf. "Yes." the boy said seriously and kept
his gaze fixed on the shadows
in the hood. "So be it!" cried the figure,
waving one arm to the second crack, which closed
shortly thereafter. The man in the
cowl turned and walked
toward the fire ring. "Your
destiny! Your decision!" echoed
through the emptiness before he
disappeared in the flames. The lights on
Roland's right hand back dimmed, until it
finally went out altogether.
A strong undertow came from the remaining crack and pulled the
boy into. Roland closed his eyes
and allowed himself to be drawn. ..... The sun had already
brought a large part
of their path behind. A faint
reddish translucent made itself felt on
the horizon. Scary, the boy came to himself. He looked frantically back
and forth and found himself in
the eyes of a young orange red female dragon
again. Kyndle gave
a welcoming treatment "chirp"
of herself. A gentle
turquoise shimmer flashed from the dark blue color
of her eyes. Roland laid a hand on her forehead and gently stroked between
the horns through, while he looked at her. The dragoness
purred out softly.The boy sat on the
back seat of the open carriage.
Daniel was on the driver's seat. The vehicle was moving and already
drove over the narrow trail from the property away. Roland looked
back at the multi-faceted landscape.
He can not remember to have already left the property. "I'm not one opinion, regard to the secrecy with
Barnabas." Daniel began.
His words sounded rather plaintive than
satisfied. "But I respect
your decision. You are finally the companion."
he went on and threw the boy a confident look."I, a companion?" wondered Roland in
thought. He recalled the words
of Kyleth. Still,
the fact that he is
to be a companion of an old prophecy came to him strange. Thoughtfully, he kept his eyes lowered and
pointed them at his right hand
back. An orange red
female nudged him with her nose in the leg. Slightly distressed he
looked at her. Kyndle snorted gently into his face and stroked her
head, purring over his arm. In
her eyes briefly glowed a slight hint of turquoise
out, shortly after she closed her eyes and leaned closer to her
companion.Roland put his arm around
her and held her with gentle pressure, while he looked at the peaceful purring
female. He felt
her warmth and the gentle rhythm of her heartbeat. Unsure thinking about
the correctness of this fellow.-talking, he reflected
on the words of the breeder
in thought. The compound,
which Barnabas designated as
imprint, was in his
opinion undoubtedly exists. The
boy was again able to feel it
at this moment. He again had that feeling as
if she had seen his dream.
Her pulse seemed to
behave the same as His. Both hearts kept the
same pace, as if
they were one. Still he listened to the almost hypnotic rhythm. "Roland?" asked Daniel to the back, but his
gaze forward. "Have you
been listening to me at all?"
he continued as he turned around.
"We must therefore ......"
He broke off when he saw the two. Roland kept his
female dragon in his arms and was fall asleep with
her on the back seat. Daniel
smiled and nodded to both of them suddenly quiet, then he turned back to the front. "Was a long day after all." he muttered softly to himself. "So now collect
Timmy at Tamara
and then go home." he thought to
himself as he crossed with the car by the stone gate in
the direction of the marketplace. He threw a controlling
look at the bundle of letters,
which he had received from the dragon experts and then
turned the car into the street, which led to the Iron Maiden. Behind him followed four sinister figures
in the shadows. ..... Mardon had sat down at a
table which was not far from the bar. Far enough to be not noticed, but close enough to understand the
voices. "I already told you, to take care of your own business." Tim complained to the two
men wrapped in brown coats who did not loose their questions. "But since, I have a very generous day
today." he continued, holding the journeymen
an index finger in the face. "I
will repeat it for you again."
He took an exaggerated air breath. "Takes care of your own bus ......
HEY!" Tim had
to break his long-drawn words, as he was packed
from one of the stranger by the arm. Mardon raised curious his eyes and watched at the spectacle. Timmy pulled
his arm frantically back and forth. He was able to free himself from the grip, while
maintaining he pulled the unknown
the hood to the rear. Two white cloudy eyes
looked at him out of anger. The gray
brows drew together into a mischievous expression. Tim looked shocked
at the angry looking
man. "Not here!" grumbled Tamara
and banged her fist on the
counter down sharply once.
The two adversaries set their sights on them briefly. "Clarifies this outside!" she emphasized sharp and
pointed with one hand towards the
exit. "Good idea." came from the
pale eyes. The man smiled slightly and
reached for his wand. Mardon
had risen in the meantime and was behind the wizard. "Sorry."
he said, smiling to Tamara and attacked the
collar of the brown cloak.
He pulled the man at the fabric to the back, this ended up with a
loud rumble on the table nearby.
The wood panel collapsed
under the force of impact. The stranger held lying
his staff to his face and murmured vague words
to himself. The tip of his weapon began to glow in a purple sheen. But
before he could finish his
sentence, a fist, tipped with small
plates drove down upon the brow
of the magician. This remained unconscious lying
on the plate and the lights dimmed from.
The guests were
startled at the noise. Some went on distance
and the others escaped outside. The music also broke
off, because the bard ran away.The second man looked
at his comrade lying on the
battered table and
went vigorously to Mardon. With a clenched
fist he took out when he stormed at him.
But his target dodged more skillfully to one
side and after an elegant twist sank his gauntlet
in the stomach of the stranger. Cramped
exhaling the attacker fell to his knees, clutching his aching
belly. "I SAID NOT HERE INSIDE!"
Tamara interjected, but nobody
seemed to give her attention. Mardon pulled the hood of
the second man's back. What emerged was a dark
face. A reddish discolored scar ran across
the right eye and the nose. At the base of the neck, a tattoo was visible. Curious,
he pulled the collar down and the image of a dragon wing, which was impaled by a straight blade showed up.Mardon looked tense at the man. "What does the hunter order do here in Parem?"
Tamara ripped shocked
eyes. "Hunters? Here?" she thought
out loud to herself. Mardon
looked at her briefly seriously, what let silence
the woman. Then he turned back to the hunter. This raised his warped
face of pain. He
took a deep breath and spit at the fighter's feet, then he grinned at him in silence. Mardon looked at him calmly.
"Let me repeat the question."
he said, and bent
down to him. Again was heard the muffled sound of a gauntlet, who met on
a forehead. The
hunter fell to the ground
unconscious. The fighter turned to the bar counter, and looked at the landlady behind
it. "I'm sorry the mess."
he apologized with a smile. Tamara looked at him seriously
and shook her head with the arms crossed. Timmy was sitting all the time on his stool and watched the
spectacle tense. "What
will become of them?" Tamara asked curiously. "The jailer will
take care of them, as soon as I
deliver them." brought Mardon of himself as he dragged
the first of the two fellows
out of the tavern. A barred car was
outside next to the curb. With a dull rumble
the first of the prisoners
was thrown onto the load area. Mardon glanced smiling
at the unconscious fighter in the transporter and
then went back to the bar....... Roland opened sleepy
his eyes. Kyndle leaned
on his side and purred softly. "Where are we?" he asked the driver, followed
by a long yawn. "We should
arrive at any moment in Tamara`s bar, where Tim
is waiting for us." came the reply
from Daniel. Roland looked at the large sign above the entrance, which was hanging out far
into the sidewalk. The drawn
woman on it winked
at him. He held his head slightly inclined as he read the text on it. "The Iron Maiden." he muttered to himself. "Yes, that's the name of the tavern, which belongs to Tamara." Daniel explained as he pulled up to the curb and brought
the vehicle to a halt near the entrance.The boy looked at his dragoness. Kyndle
slept peacefully on the car. Gently Roland
dismounted from the carriage without waking his companion. Before the entrance was another car. Its
windows were barred, but the back door
was open. He went with Daniel to the front door of the tavern,
but before Daniel could grab the handle,
it opened of self. A uniformed man stepped out from the shadow of the door frame. He held protectively his
left hand between the sun and his face. The many small plates on his glove
sparkled in the bright glow of the sun. A blue
cloak pulled down
from the shoulders. On the silver breastplate, a pattern was incorporated which
strongly resembled the head of a dragon. Metal greaves acquiesced in
the armor, the gleaming parts layered over
each other like dragon scales.His right arm was
backwards. Shortly afterwards, was also to recognize
why. Roland looked
curiously at the brown something, the man pulled
out of the bar. He dragged an
unconscious man in a brown cape
on the road.
Silently, he walked past the boy and gave him a short serious look. Roland looked
into the piercing green eyes
of the man and startled on it slightly. "Hey Mardon!" cried a woman, who stood in the doorway. The man turned to her. Even
Roland's attention was given to the unknown woman. "You've
forgotten that." she said, and threw
him against a
staff. With his free hand he
caught him and went on toward the barred car.
Roland looked tense
on the wand. "I have seen this somewhere before?" it went through his
head as he looked at the strange
crystal at its pointed.Mardon dragged the
unconscious man to the open car door. Without
the appearance of a great effort, he threw the
body into the cabin and then
closed the door. Roland watched him closely, but as the man walked toward him he had to swallow
nervously once empty.
He looked at the boy briefly serious, but
his eyes gave way to Daniel, who was
standing behind Roland. "It's about time." said
a thin man with shoulder length hair, who just stepped out of the tavern. Mardon left
from the two and went
past to Timmy back into the inn. Tim walked
closer to his group with fast transition. "A
lot is going on here today!" he said, slightly indignant and exhaled left. He
put a hand on Daniel's
shoulder and grinned widely at him.
"We can go home
now?" he asked with a slight smile. "Or do we want to re-do
a city tour?" he added amusement."By the Five! No!"
came from Daniel as fired from a crossbow and
he walked hastily back to the car, where he felt at first by the reins.
Roland and Tim got
therefore a little more comfortable. Once at the vehicle
remained, Roland took a stop at some
distance. Something was wrong. He
had cut off a sinking feeling
in his stomach and something seemed to steel him the air. Reluctantly, he
took one look at the car. Kyndle was not there. "Kyndle?!" he shouted frantically
to the empty carriage,
then he looked frantically
up and down the street. "What's wrong?" asked Daniel tense. The Young gave
him a helpless look. "Kyndle
is gone!"