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Chapter 22

Even with Nivra’s aid, the situation within the halls of justice did little to improve. The matter of the documents and the forgery did not come up for quite some time, the ruby guardians instead choosing to focus on all the events that led to this very moment. He was but a shadow with the Lumarian princess at his side, a waiting blade for the Ruby guardians to employ. Then came the questions to break Nivra’s spirit, erode her character before all the guardians in the hall.

Commander Gray was back, the old wolven knight pacing around the Lumarian princess with the eyes of a hungry predator, about to sink into his fresh catch. “On the night of the Lich’s capture, you sided with him instead of that of Shandalar? That you allied yourself with the undead abomination?” He let the weight of her crime rest and fester, making the princess bite her lip. “And stood by as he destroyed that brave woman?”

Shame was painted upon Nivra clear as day, the words failing from her lips. When eyes fell upon her, she squirmed, “That was different. The lich had information I needed.”

“So long as beings have information that you seek, your morality is up for debate?” Inquired the wolf, “And yet you expect all of us to trust you, that your people have no ill toward us.”

“One time that was.”

“Ah of course, then lets peer into those shall we? Can we not forget the metal dragon that attacked us? Setting fire to numerous houses, slaying all those that got in the way?

“That wasn’t-“

“I believe it was used to hunt down Arcturus’ red dragon was it not? A creation to better help tame the skies of those that wish to deprive Lumara of that advantage?”

“Yes, but at the time, Crimson Sky appeared to be-“

“And when you were held captive, rightfully by our guardians, you proceeded to take arms with brigands to escape us.” He continued, hands folding atop his fluffy tail. “I do believe that paints the image of the character of the queen before us.”

“And begs to question Arcturus’ involvement with her.” Numbra replied sternly, eyes steeled. “I fail to see how bringing this up adds credit to Arcturus’ nobleness.”

“It will be addressed now.” Gray procured the documents before the council, a cruel gleam in his lupine eyes.

Dread coiled in Arcturus gut as the council took hold of these documents. The stage was set, Nivra’s actions painting a grim picture for all to behold. That she was the next form of her father’s cruelty and deception. Already as their eyes traversed the pages, he knew his own honesty would be the sword in which to cut her down. For he was the noble knight, willing to protect innocent, regardless whom his king or queen was. Seconds seemed to be like years, waiting in utter silence. No word from Veledar, had he enough time? Blood turned to ice as Numbra shared the documents along, her stare piercing as it traveled from himself to Nivra.

“Nivra, these are damning. The orders are signed by your very hand. Orders for fleets of your ships to descend upon us once we’re ripe for the picking. That this one ship, manned by assistance would be the foothold in which to launch your continued attacks against our character. Here we have them matched against your own handwriting from letters you’ve left. They are a perfect match.”

Steven grasped the documents, his acting grand as he appeared as shocked as one should be. Even Arcturus had a hard time telling the emotion was false. Eyes widened as he placed down the damning parchment, “And what are these golden claws that are spoken about?”

“An order that has remained secretive until the previous months.” Commander Gray’s ears flicked as he bowed his head in respect, “They have been spied aiding the undead at every turn. They bear the mark of Lumara on their armor, there has been rumor that they even have dragons at their command.”

“Now the Lumarians are employing dragons?” Halmick lord scoffed, getting passed the documents. “Come now lad, you’ve got to admit that sounds farfetched. Next, you’ll tell me they start singing their enemy to sleep!”

“Yet they have surprised us at each turn Halmick.” Numbra said to the dwarf, “Lumara builds weapons to destroy our cities, turns innocent souls to gems to power their progress. I’d not be surprised if this also is true.”

“Is that true?” Arcturus whispered to Nivra as the commander went on about further Lumara movements across the realm. How teams of gryphons, knights and other elements were disrupting Onyx guardians’ assistance across the realm.

“We’d only met the one.” Nivra replied, eyes ever uncertain. “If this is true, our troubles within our borders are worse than I’d ever feared. It would appear the tendrils of corruption don’t just start with my father but sink deep and run throughout.” She shifted in her seat, shaking her head, “Upon my return, the clearing of the weeds will be a great task. I worry if those too entrenched will seek to undo me.”

“Nothing you haven’t faced before if I recall.”

“This isn’t one assassin Arcturus. This could include numerous noble households, having to do a thorough inspection of every soul to ensure these golden claws don’t sink another tooth into my country.”

“Here I thought you liked challenges?” He rested a hand upon her shoulder, “I know that should we make it, Veledar and I would be honored to return with you to clean house as it were.”

She smiled, “I appreciate the offer Arcturus, but let’s focus on not having diplomatic ties utterly demolished.”

As their attentions returned to the rest of the hall, commander Gray was bringing in Fiona Una Karen to inspect the documents for a sign of forgery. Even though she wore a face of innocence and frailty, Arcturus could not help but grit his teeth. The memories of their night together sending flickers of plain across his flesh. To them she gave a cruel smile, it was no surprise when she held up the documents, twirled them over and cast her spells, that no forgery was detected.

“That is utterly preposterous.” Nivra stood tall, her voice filling the hall. “How am I supposed to defend myself from such accusations as this. Guardians, as the target of such slander, I request permission to test the documents for myself. I’m certain that this fabrication is nothing more than that, a spell to fool us all into accepting continued fighting between our peoples.”

The old woman scowled, “How surprising, the Lumarian princesss upset that her actions are brought to light.”

“Only that they are falsehoods.” To the council she turned, eyes filled with fire. “I implore you. Let me do this.”

For a moment they considered it, muttering among themselves. It was Numbra that finally nodded in her direction, gesturing for the Lumarian to do as she requested.

“But your honors.” Gray bowed his head, ears splayed. “The Lumarian is a practiced magician, a crafter of illusions and charms. I would not put it past her pull the wool over this fair council’s eyes.”

“And how do you expect me to reveal the treachery?” Nivra shot back, “If we’re supposed to take only the word of the party against me?”

Halmick nodded, “I agree. Let her do as she requested. I see no harm in it.”

“But we’d need someone to verify the spell.” Steven grumbled, “To ensure what she says is true.”

“I can do that!” Fremra rose her hand from the crowd, practically bouncing from her seat to the floor when Numbra nodded to her in agreement. As Steven seethed in his seat, she merely offered him a kind smile, gesturing for the mage to continue.

Was this how it was going to be undone? Arcturus could practically leap out of his seat with a smile as Nivra strode to the documents with confidence. All of their planning and scheming, undone by the arrival of a dragoness and a mage. His oaths would not be tested this day, the fates smiling upon him. A sigh of relief passed through his lips as Nivra thanked the council and wove her spell of dispelling magic. What comfort he had crumbled away as the princess’ color drained from her face.

“It’s not an illusion.”

“Of course, it isn’t.” Gray growled, his muzzle wrinkling, “For you see council? It was as we said, the documents bear her mark.”

“Which means nothing.” Nivra recovered, “All it means is someone forged my signature. What this wolf is failing to tell you, that until a few months ago, it was my father that controlled our forces across Sethera. I don’t know who made those documents, but I swear those were not done by my hand.”

“A crafty Lumarian lie. One unable to admit their own misdeeds. Though should we be surprised?” The wolven clicked his tongue as Nivra glared daggers upon his fur.

“Subject me to a truth spell.”

“Which you’ll resist? Mages are quite known to possess the mental fortitude to fight off such things.”

“Then I’ll allow myself to be effected!” She growled, “I’ve been told it’s quite easy for the caster to detect such circumstances! You’ll find it as I say, I have no memory of writing such commands.”

“That merely means she wiped herself of the memory.” Steven growled, rolling his eyes.

“You dismiss her offer to have her name cleared?” Akita, the wolven council member growled, giving the human a dirty look. “What does that say about you? Her request was reasonable.”

“How about Arcturus’ testimony then? Would that suffice?” Steven gestured to the knight, victory ever within his grasp. “From an honorable man, one shown to care about the needs of the innocent over a select few.”

“But he would have reason to side against her.” Akita replied, “Her father was the cause of his woes.”

“True, but I don’t think the lad would lie.” Halmick chuckled, leaning forward, “Good knight like that? Wish everyone would be so brave within the ranks.

Arcturus’ heart darkened as the final pillar fell into place. This was what the accusation and trial had been leading to. The moment that he’d be used against Nivra, forced to choose between his countrymen or his friends. Pleadingly he looked to the wolven woman, hoping she would decline.

“What say you Akita?” Steven asked, but he already knew the answer.

“I say we hear him.” The wolven replied softly, “Storm trusted his character, so will I.”

All eyes fell upon Arcturus as they called him to answer. Were those documents made by his future queen’s hands? Would the fate of his friends and Lumarian allies be death? Hands clenched tight until his knuckles grew white. Heart pounded in his ears, almost deafening. No update from his dragon, they must have failed or been delayed. The fates of all the Lumarian prisoners, Skywing, rested now on his shoulders.

“Arcturus.” Steven’s voice was deceptively kind, “I know this must be hard. That this woman and her family have injured your life. I implore you to find the courage that you did to save your dragon. Don’t let the Lumarian villains get away with their misdeeds. Tell us, are these documents accurate? Help us bring an end to this matter.”

He looked to the princess, her face a reflection of his own. Dread, terror, uncertainty of the future. His eyes drifted closed as he took a deep, composing breath. Here it was, the moment he’d dreaded, gods preserve his spirit.

“I used to believe that she might be capable of such things. Often looking to her as just a replacement of her father. I think it would be easier to see her as such, for it’s far more comfortable to dismiss her that way.” He sighed, “But after getting to know her? See her pains and struggles to set things right? She is not the man that we despise. We have fought together, suffered together, there can be no truer way to know a person.” His eyes steeled upon Steven, currently giving him a gaze of warning. To not go far, or else his friends would perish. “She might have betrayed me once, but I’ve come to understand that moment. Little choices were left to her, she tried to do the least harm.” The paladin folded his arms behind him, taking a composing breath as he focused upon his dragon. Without word, he’d put his trust in him.

“I am being coerced in these moments to give a false statement, using my own character against her within this hall. The Lumarians are being held on threat of death by your very council member, Steven. He and those he aids wish to see Lumara exiled from this city, not to even consider its aid. Those within his ranks shiver and squirm, fearful that their limited powers will be lost.” As the knight’s cheeks grew red, sparks seeming to fly from his eyes, Arcturus held firm, despite the stretching of his head. “I will not aid him in making a mockery of this court. I only hope that the lives of my kinsman can be saved.”

Silence gripped the hall for a moment, terrible in its weight. All eyes fell upon the red-faced councilmember, his deception revealed before them all. His eyes flared to life, his lips curling to a snarl.

“This…This accusation is preposterous.” Growled Steven, “To think of all the mad things that could vomit out of this one’s mouth. It would appear that he was not a man of character after all. Such an utter disappointment.”

But the guardians would not be swayed so easily. An eruption of chaotic shouting sprung into existence. All those in attendance looked to one another, uncertain what would transpire. Snarling teeth and shaking fists became the norm, only ending when Akita grabbed her gavel and silenced the hall with it’s thunderous cracks.

“We will have order within this hall!” She proclaimed, eyes like steel. “Arcturus, what you say is serious. It would shake the very foundation of this council.”

“And I meant every word.” He replied, “Do with that as you will.”

The wolven’s ears flicked as she turned to Steven, “One that will have to be investigated. For it’s only your word on the subject at the moment.”

“What? Investigate me? My family helped build this council!” Steven protested.

“And one that isn’t beyond the shadow of our laws. You and the Lumarians will be investigated for this claim.”

As Steven stumbled through words and tried to maintain a sense of control, Arcturus could only stand frozen in place. He feared any sense of movement would cause him to fall, his blood ice, dread building for the fate of Skywing and those he cared for. It was Nivra that stood beside him, hand on his shoulder that kept him from collapsing, comforting his troubled heart.

“You will pay for this.” Steven’s look shot towards the paladin.

“And if they die.” His eyes narrowed, mouthing the words, “You’ll not see another day.”

** *** **

Alonso stood resolute over the prisoner Lumarians. Their chains gleamed from the morning sun, it’s hope being soured upon the fates of those that dwelled below in the courtyard. Frost licked every corner, teased at exposed flesh, caused the gryphons, humans and minotaur to gather close to one another for warmth. The ruby guardian patrolled atop one of the walls, eyes briefly searching through the sky for any sign of Crimson Sky and his allies.

His brow furrowed, knowing the site they were sent to check was false. If only there was a way to signal them. With every step of his hardened boots the thought weighed heavily upon him, hoping against hope that they’d manage to come to realize and come swiftly upon their wings. He made note to take in the casual walk of his fellow guardians, sapphire and onyx knights that had no clue of what was transpiring, the corruption lurking within their ranks.

“Was this necessary sir?” Came his question as he neared the ranking officer within the courtyard down below, a human with olive skin and a grizzled face that spoke of numerous years of experience. One long scar ran down his eyes, the loving mark of an orc that he’d dueled. “Were not the prisoners fine within the dungeons?”

The Ruby guardian’s voice was like a growl as he stroked an untamed beard with hairs like that of obsidian. “Steven got the impression that Arcturus’ friends might be searching for their location. That the Lumarians might wish to free their allies before the council decides what to do about their princess.” He gestured to the dozens of guardians with weapons held tight, the atmosphere of duty about them. “So, they wish it, so it will be done. Simple as that Sir Alonso.” He offered the knight a pipe, “Surprised you’re not at the trial itself.”

He waved off the question, and the skeptical look. “Nah, that sort of business is suited for the council and men beyond my years.” He patted his breastplate, “Leave me to the cold and the morning air. Let the others dabble in politics.”

“Guess it might be hard to watch, considering one of the Lumarians saved your husband. How is the wolf by the way?”

“He’s fine. Hell of a time keeping him to bed though, blasted wolf keeps trying to get up and be useful.”

“Always the way it is.” Replied the commander with a laugh, “Spirit is willing but the body be sore. Let’s just hope that our spirits aren’t tested today.” The man gave a heavy sigh, “Truth is, I’d rather not be facing a dragon in battle today.”

“Then don’t.” He said, sensing a hint of doubt in the commander’s tone. Perhaps he could sway him? “Bet all these heads down here will be useful against the undead. Did you hear they’ve gotten close?”

“Aye. Scouts were murmuring about it, western gate is all abuzz. But what would you have me do Alonso? The higher knights have demanded this to be so, we are honor bound to obey.”

“Would we not be compelled to resist an order such as that? Especially when the circumstances are dubious?”

What air between them grew tense, a cloud resting between Alonso and the grizzled commander. For a moment it appeared as though the younger knight had reached him, sparked a moment of truth that would cascade into a raging fire. However, it was not to be, the commander lowered his head and gave a groan.

“You’ll learn the world doesn’t work like that pup. That it’s best to keep your head down and get the job done. Go about speaking like that and you’ll find yourself branded a traitor, no work coming your way.” He gestured back to the walls, “If you’re going to stay and help, keep an eye out for the big red dragon and his cohorts. With any luck, they won’t show their face.” Wheeling about the commander set about back to his sweep of the hold, checking over his stowed pistol at his side.

The ruby guardian’s heart soured as he returned to his patrol. That was the problem, wasn’t it? Too few good men willing to stick their necks out for those in need. With a deep breath he made his way to circle the Lumarians, finding their eyes contained no more comfort. Gryphon, human or Minotaur, each looked to him as though his men had done prior.

Minotaur’s snorted as he passed by, their limbs manacled and held to one another, granting them little movement. Already several guardians had paid with bloody eyes and broken limbs to learn this lesson. Their hooves ground against the stone in eager anticipation, the urge to kill within their horned heads. For their people death while being restrained was worse than death, they were supposed to die fighting in battle, even if the odds were stacked against them.

The gryphons beside them were of different mind, huddled together for warmth while some did their best to preen the others. Some had decided to fill the air with gentle chirps, songs of their people from the mountains of the voiceless to the north. They sang of better days, warming suns, of harvest in which they would enjoy. Wings bound tight, Alonso felt his heart darken, it was almost a crime to see their wings bound ever so tight with leathers.

These people didn’t deserve to die this way. Not at least without an honest charge. Such a waste, to dispose of all these lives all out of fear. It stilled his heart as he searched across the snow swept courtyard, spying crates, direwolves and other scattered supplies. None of it helpful. Would he have to do something? The sky revealed no dragon, no gryphons, just the gentle drifting of the clouds above. Grim reality settled into his bones, it would be his actions that were needed this day.

Hand to his chest he gave a swift prayer to Fureen, goddess of the sun and harvest. With a deep, composing breath he checked over his rifle and sword, pristine, cared for condition like any self respecting guardian. He swallowed and sought out the commander’s quarters, if anyone had the keys or means to free the prisoners, it would be him.

The thick door of oak yielded to the ruby guardian’s demand, letting him slide into a diminutive section of the wall. Inside was a sinfully warm aura, aided by the crackling fire in the far corner. Inside was the commander, returned to his breakfast of simple grains and cheese, peering over reports as the bitter, earthy smell of his mitarinok drifted out of the cup upon his weathered desk.

“Couldn’t take the cold eh?” The commander asked with a hint of amusement.

“Something like that.” He replied, eying the keys he sought sitting within arm’s reach of the commander. His heard pounded as he neared the unsuspecting man. Was he about to do this? “No sign of the dragon in the least.”

“Reminds me of the days on the cusp of the plains of the sword. Nestled in our defense of the town of Edmell, three weeks we waited for the enemy to make their move.” The commander sipped his mitarinok, a shiver crossing his brow. “Terrible tasting stuff, but it warms the spirit. Want some?” The man his gesture to a pot sitting on his desk, right where a thick ring adorned with keys resided.

“Never touch the minotaur drink. It’s like the Lumarian coffee but ten times it’s strength.” He sat opposite of the commander when offered, giving him a disarming smile. All he had to do was reach out and snag them, now it was a matter of taking care of the man himself.

“How fitting, considering their strength. Perhaps human drinks are not potent enough?”

From the man’s bracer came a trill, like that of a delarian songbird. The commander groaned and tapped the armor piece. As he placed down his cup, he accidently bumped the keys, sending them crashing to the floor. “What is it?” He replied harshly, speaking to his arm, “We’re rather busy here after the move sir.”

What luck! “Don’t worry, get those for ya sir.” Alonso said, ducking beneath the desk to rescue the lost keys.

“Are you sure?” Came the commander’s voice from above, “He didn’t? How strange. Very well, suppose that it needs to be done. Terrible shame that. Is there anything else you need?”

“Anything important?” He sat up, reading the dour look upon the commander’s face.

Commander sighed, gesturing to the communication device they’d taken from the Lumarian’s ship. “Easy to use these things, allow us to communicate nearly instantly. No wonder the Lumarian’s are so powerful.”

“But any news?” He didn’t set the keys down, but he readied himself to grab his weapon. “Of the decision?”

“Unfortunately.” Commander shook his head, “Shame really. I thought the Lumarians would be found innocent, but I suppose that was wishful thinking. Council has decided to put them all down, got the word from Steven himself.”

“What? Just like that? That can’t be right sir, maybe you heard wrong?”

“Bah, don’t tell me that son. I heard it loud and clear.” The distain in his eyes was clear as he stood, “Suppose we get it over swift, gods know soldiers don’t need to be suffering. We’ll have someone grab up some weapons, challenge the minotaur to a dual before offing them, that way it’s at least a fight.”

Alonso rose his pistol with a click, resting it on the commander’s face. “I can’t let you go do that sir. Those men out there are not the monsters that we’ve been led to believe. You know as well as I do, they don’t deserve death.”

If fear was within the commander’s heart, he didn’t show it. The reveal of the gun was as if gentle breeze had caressed his face. He held firm, “Alonso, put that thing away. The order came from the top, a lawful order. You, as a ruby guardian are beholden to obey, don’t act like we didn’t see this coming.” When he didn’t comply the commander’s brow did furrow, “Son, don’t be throwing everything away like this.” He went to move to disarm the knight, but Alonso warded him away.

“Don’t step closer.”

“Listen.” Commander replied softly, “I can forget all this happening right now. Jitters of the job, the undead, you don’t need this to be an end to your career. Those people out there? Soldiers of the Lumarian war machine. They have blood of our peoples on their hands, they are not worth your loyalty, nor your future.”

“And are our hands clean? If I recall, each of us has at least some of their blood as well.” Holding firm, he waited for any sudden movements, finger resting on the trigger. “All for politics you ask me to set aside my morals? What is right? How could I continue to call myself a Ruby Guardian?” His grip tightened upon his weapon’s grip, the calmness of the man before him making him sick. “Now, sit back down and wait. For I’m going to free those men and woman.” He dangled the keys, “And if you try to stop me, gods above I will put you down.”

“Then you’ve fully dishonored yourself Alonso.” The commander’s eyes narrowed into a piercing stare, “Your name will be stricken from the order, what lands or titles you have stripped of you. You’ll be lucky if they don’t draw and quarter you for such a traitorous act.”

“Traitor? Me? I am not the one slaying innocent soldiers on a whim. So blinded by the past that I don’t see this as anything but wrong.” He gestured to the door, “They have us execute them here, not in front of the council as is tradition. Does that not bode ill for you? They would have us do it in the shadows, like personal assassins. I imagine that the trial did not go in favor of Steven and his crusade, so he’s decided to put those behind us to the sword.”

“Do as you will.” The commander sat, “But mark these words Alonso, I will have you brought to justice for this act.”

It would appear as the commander would not be backing down. With a groan he advanced upon him, weapon held ever steady as he began tying the man to his chair. Once it was tight enough to ensure he’d not escape, the ruby knight took a few handkerchiefs from his pouches and shoved them right into the commander’s mouth. All he got was fiery eyes and a muffled curse, “That should hold you whilst I secure the honor of our order.” He pat the man’s shoulder, turning towards the door. Even with this diverted, time was ever of the essence. It wouldn’t be long until someone came through that door looking for the commander. Like now for instance.

Reaching for the door it retracted, the guests being a handful of guardians that reported right to the commander. Men and woman in breastplates, armed with rifles and swords. One look was all it took for their expressions of relaxation to snap away, like an oiled machine they surged forward slamming Alonso to the floor.

Head spinning, his pistol clattered out of his reach, under the table. He thrashed as two of the wolven guardians were upon him, pinning his arms to the ground, one squarely upon his chest. He might have trained and been strong in his own right, but not when all four of his peers were upon him a pack of wolves. The ruby guardian found himself secured, limbs tied together, his plans dying in but a few breaths time.

“Listen to me.” He panted, getting flopped face first into the floor, a knee pressed firmly to his back. “The commander is going to kill them without due cause. Those men are innocent, listen to me!” But they didn’t, they only snapped their teeth at him insisting that he be silent.

“Less you want your tongue cut out traitor.” One of the wolven growled, an onyx furred one with white tipped ears. He gestured to one of the others to untie the commander.

“Finally.” The commander had his gag removed, eyes as sharp as a crossbow bolt narrowing upon Alonso, “Take that traitor out to die with the rest of them. He wanted to help them so bad, let him share their fate.”

** ** ** ** ** **

Something was up with the guardians. Skywing’s ears flicked too and fro, like they typically did when danger was near. The tiger tailed gryphon’s dutiful eyes searched all across the knights doing their best to maintain an aura of calm. He’d spent his life working with humans, figuring out how they thought, knowing when to spy hints of unease within them. Though these guardians might not have been his countrymen, the way they shifted and exchanged brief conversation, something was going to happen.

His tail casually flicked as the other gryphons around him continued with their routines. Some sang to Parunga or Thor for their blessings, to deliver them to the next life or to save this one. Skywing ruffled his feathers, straining against the leathers that bound his wings. He doubted the gods had the personal attention to pay them any mind. He sighed, realizing that Veledar and the others must have gone to the wrong place, or that something had gone wrong with the trial. Had Arcturus protected them, only for guardians to kill them anyway? Or had Arcturus held firm, not letting these handful of soldiers stand in the way of peace.

To conceal his worry the gryphon stretched what he could, not yet residing himself to death. His restraints around his forepaws were more than adequate. It would take the guardians being practically within reach of his beak to attack them, forget galloping over to attack either, with how tightly bound they were, the gryphon was lucky to perform an awkward shuffle. He’d have been impressed by their expertise if not for the higher up’s insistence in getting rid of them. Ears splayed as he searched for the sky, not spying a hint of a red scaled dragon.

“Something the matter sir?” Swiftclaw, the commander of gryphon squad chirped, pressing at the wing commander’s side. His brown, fluffy ears were splayed, head cocked. Though he was keeping a strong face, Skywing could see the glimmer of fear behind those experienced eyes.

He shook his head, “Either the trial went against them, or they wish to kill us to hide their deceit.”

“You think they have so little honor?”

“I wouldn’t put it past them. Though one wonders what they’d gain by sweeping us away, there would be nothing to stop Arcturus from going after them.” The gryph fluffed his feathers, realizing that the paladin hadn’t gone along with it. His hinds twitched, uncertain if to chastise the man for picking the needs of their kingdom over him. “I’d wager the court didn’t rule in their favor.”

The gryphon’s ears stitched themselves to his head, “Guess we should find comfort in that not all their members are within this plot? Seems like a tarnished prize.” His gaze drifted to the sky, zoning out to lands far beyond, “Who would have thought it would end like this sir?”

“Away from home, by the hand of some man or woman? I was almost certain that’s how I’d go. Though, it’s not as heroic or swift as I imagined it. Nor having the company I assumed would be at my side.”

“Arcturus?”

He nodded, “Executed for some plan of grand heroics, something to write home about.” He sighed glancing down to his onyx scaled forepaws, lingering on the scars and signs of numerous battles. How they seemed so far away in this moment. “Not ended out of some fool’s need for revenge.”

“Suppose that means we stage a breakout?” Swiftclaw scanned the others, “Better than waiting to be shot like wolves.”

“If you could tell me how, when we are so bound, I’ll be all ears.” The white gryphon laughed solemnly. “But no, I do believe, without some form of miracle, this might be our end. Though trust me, I hold no warmth when I say that.”

The fact weighed on Swiftclaw’s beak, causing the gryphon to still. “Guess we’ll get to see what Parunga’s pleasure fields are like. Galloping away without a care, chirping and singing to the untold fields of beauty.”

He smirked at the mental image, rolling around in a perfect sun, basking in the warmth. “Visiting the mountains of bliss, where drink is plentiful, meals are delicious, and you can mate without growing tired if so you wish. Doesn’t sound so bad when you think about it.”

Bittersweet was the comfort as Swiftclaw returned to the other members of gryphon squad, offering them kind chirps and nuzzles of his head. They took solace in one another, their final time before shrugging off the chains of this mortal coil. Skywing maintained an aura of calm, swiftly taking in a deep breath that tickled his lungs. He had one final task to complete. “Azzik, Feku, Mug.” The gryphon turned, ears perked, his voice caring but firm.

Azzik the grey and blue scaled kobold was tending to small aches and pains that the Lumarians had. He and Feku were lingering close to Tenzin and Asterion, lending what aid they could offer. It seemed, despite their expert binding of the gryphons, minotaur and humans, the guardians had neglected to consider that the diminutive lizards had any magic at all. The trio had slipped their bindings.

“What you want Sky?” Mug growled, hands on his hips, claws digging into the loose-fitting clothing the guardians had offered, almost rags. “Had enough a pleasant day here freezing my scales off.”

“I do believe it’s time to do what we discussed prior.” He peered to the guardians now gathering near the commander’s office, the time until what he feared no doubt drawing thin. “Your presence has now reached the time in which it must end.” His gaze narrowed to Feku, who had instinctively gone to giving him puppy dog eyes, he wouldn’t be swayed.

“But Arcturus said you good gryphon!” She pleaded.

“And he also wanted you to remain safe.” He snapped sternly, getting nods of approval from both the ilbir Tenzin and Asterion. “I’m certain your allies here would like that to remain so.”

“There is no shame in this Feku.” Asterion knelt beside her like a caring father, resting a hand on her shoulder. “You have great courage within you small kobold. Today is not the day in which you die. You have many challenges and tests ahead of you, retreating to fight again is no dishonor.”

“But it not fair.” She sniffed, claws shaking as they rested on his thigh. “Can’t they see you good? Mean well?”

“I don’t think they rather care.” Tenzin growled, tugging at his bindings. His were exceptionally tight, one of his eyes swollen. “Though I doubt quarreling with the guardians helped us any.”

“That isn’t the reason why they’re going to end us.” Skywing said.

The warrior sighed, “Rather disappointing.”

“Tell me about it.” Mug growled, crossing his arms as his snout wrinkled, “I should have detonated the weapons when I had the chance. Then this entire ordeal wouldn’t have happened!”

There was no time to dwell on the past, on what should have been done or happened. The gryphon commander padded his way to Feku’s size, using his beak to pluck her away and drop her beside her mate. “I am not playing games little one. You must leave.”

“I say no.” She huffed, stomping her feet, and crossing her arms. “I fought big monsters on boat, met dragons, brought Azzik back from dead. I not see friends die.”

“All of which are great things Feku, but will you help your friends by dying with them?” He gently shoved Azzik to her, the kobold doing little to resist him. Sad eyes rested upon the gryphon’s feathers, but it needed to be done. “I gave my word that when the time came, I’d ensure you were safe. Now is that time. Do you want me to break my word to Arcturus?” He waited for them to shy away, “Now I wish your invisibility spell could get us all, but even if it could, I doubt it would conceal the jingling of our chains.” One last peer revealed the guardians were almost done with whatever meeting they were having, the kobolds had to leave now.

“But…you all…” Feku couldn’t finish the sentence as she hugged Tenzin tight, then giving Asterion one right after.

“Never forgot all we talked about.” Asterion held her close to her chest as she wiggled, before giving Azzik a stern nod of the muzzle, “And keep her safe Azzik. We did much to get you back.”

“I won’t let you down.” Replied the kobold cleric with a reserved voice, “It was good having you around.”

“Likewise.”

“And you were a pain in the ass.” Mug rolled his eyes, lightly punching Skywing’s side. “Was waiting for the day your good nature got you killed, didn’t expect to be so disappointed in it.”

“Course, wouldn’t have it otherwise.” Skywing chirped, teasing the kobold’s frills with a gentle nip of his beak. “Now you’re the one with the most combat training. You make sure those two keep moving, don’t let them come back and act foolish. Do you understand?”

The smart mouthed kobold nodded without a word, giving the gryphon an honest salute. “I’ll never forget you Sky.”

“Then make haste, for time draws close.” He turned to face the guardians now padding their way closer towards them. It appeared as though the time was nigh. In a resounding chirp, Skywing spoke in the language of his people, insisting that they shift to conceal the trio of kobolds as they worked their spell. The courtyard was soon swept by a symphony of gryphon songs, some old and new, others simply summoned up on the spot. It’s purpose served one thing, to disguise the draconic coming from the kobold’s mouths as they worked their magic. Guardians did nothing to prevent this, merely stalling to watch, figuring it must have been some form of final rite.

It ended with a series of squawks, Skywing himself panting as he faced down the men that would bring his end. Tail flicking, he readied himself. He would not go out whimpering like a baby, he’d face it head on, like he’d always intended. Brief glance behind him revealed the kobolds were missing, safe, no doubt getting led away. He closed his eyes and whispered a brief prayer for their safety, perhaps maybe a god would listen to a gryphon’s thoughts. “I’ve done as you’ve asked Arcturus. Pity that we should not meet again.” He held his head high with pride. “I’ll see you when you pass to the other side one day. Hopefully not too soon my friend.”

A cloud of grim purpose rested over each of the guardian’s eyes. Wolven and humans clad in their armor, unfastened rifles that gleamed cruelly in the morning sun. Arms held firm, no one wavered, all awaiting the order of their commander. Gryphons pinned their ears, hung their heads, others whispered to the gods. Minotaur cracked their knuckles and prepared for some final charge to the death, while humans were caught between the two.

Before them was tossed a ruby guardian, his face all bloodied and bruised. Eyes nearly swollen shut he groaned; it sort of looked like Alonso that Arcturus had described. There was a sudden murmur that travelled through the guardians not within this host, wondering on why one of their own was treated in such a manner.

“Don’t kill them!” Begged the man, his voice practically slurred as blood oozed from his cracked lips, “Their deaths are only bid by the bitter revenge of a fool! Wait for the council! You’ll se-“ He was silenced with a grim smack, a rifle butt straight to his mouth.

“Silence traitor.” The commander of the guardians growled, emerging from the mass of armor and weapons, “See brothers and sisters?” He gestured to the bloodied, weakened form of Alonso, “This man thought himself above the laws in which we govern ourselves! When presented with a lawful command he refuses to obey it, threatened my life! If not for the vigilance we instill upon all of you, he might have succeeded in releasing them, allowing the guilty to go free!”

That was all that Skywing could take, he silenced them all with an ear-piercing shriek. “All but talk you blathering snake.” He held firm, eyes like fire, threatening to pierce through the man’s breastplate. “This is what has become of the guardians of Drenedar? An order that rivaled that of our paladins?” The gryphon laughed, louder than any man could before snapping his beak, fluffing his feathers. “Before you is a guardian who saw the error of your ways! One unwilling to listen to the corrupt words of unfitting masters! It is he that stands for your ideals, not that treacherous snake and his lackies! Today you stand on a precipice, to let fear control your hands to kill good, honest people who sought to help you, or to let wisdom shine through.”

“Someone-“

Open beak, his squawk silenced the commander, he would not be silenced, even with rifles pointing all upon him. If he were to die, let this be it. “My people are not blameless in this ire in which you lay upon us, I know, we are not blind. Though when I hear of this corruption, running so deep, this place is no better than the lands in which you despise! Where people grasp for power, betraying their oaths and fellowship. I ask you, is that the people you want to aspire to? Is that what the guardians that the dragon Ramakox founded were supposed to be?” His leathers strained as he continued, the conviction in his enemies eyes starting to waver, “We are being used as leverage so that Arcturus speaks lies about our queen. Pawns to protect those with power from a change in that order.

“Shame on all of you.” He spoke clearly, with the strength of a dragon. “I see now what has become of you knights of Drenedar. More likely to follow orders and rules than uphold the ideals that you stand for. Before you, Alonso speaks the truth. You might not like the corruption that he speaks of, but it’s true. Arcturus was being coerced by your people to accuse our queen of things she didn’t commit. We were that leverage, hostages in this game between those afraid to lose their positions. I beg of you this day. Be the guardians of honor and respect we have heard stories about, not a broken order, weighed down by those with little regard for the peoples that you claim to protect.”

Blood pumping, the gryphon held his gaze, too frightful that if he diverted it, bullets would be his reward. His words rested upon the air like a fog, tendrils twisting and caressing the minds of all who’d heard it. Rifles that had been held firmly softened and lowered, steeled gazes retreating. Perhaps, he’d won them words.

“The gryphon is right!” A sapphire guardian with a rifle declared, a woman with braided almond hair. “Executions are supposed to be done in front of the council, plus witnesses to observe the deed. I say we listen to he and Alonso, wait for the council’s presence. We will not be taken for fools!”

“We will not be taken for fools!” The other executioners said together, lowering their weapons one right after the other. Around the guardians the statement grew, until it was over half that were nodding along, their minds clearly swayed.

Alonso rose, slow and weary, a smirk upon his lips. To the red faced commander, losing his ground he laughed. “See commander? Common sense has taken hold, you’ll not drag us into dishonor this day. Fear will not control us, cause us to kill those that don’t deserve it. I call upon you to heed this brave gryphon’s request, wait with us until the council confirms the order. Don’t let this be the day that our order was tricked into killing innocent men and woman.”

Though stubbornness was not so easily broken. The commander held his ground, his lips pursed, muscles strained. “All of you, can’t you hear yourselves? We have an order from the very council you wish to wait for!” He laughed in disbelief, “You’d rather listen to our enemy and a traitor?” When no one’s convictions softened, he snarled, “Then move aside so the rightful order can be carried out.” From his hip he drew a pistol, cocking the hammer back. “Any who get in our way will be summary executed.”

“You’d rather the blood of our kin stain this courtyard” Alonso growled as the guardians that agreed with him rose their weapons in defense, “You seek to splinter us down the middle! Do the work of Dreadflame for him? Listen to reason!”

Skywing tugged at his chains at the two sets of soldiers stayed locked upon one another. At any moment blood was to be spilled, he could see it in their eyes. Both were unwilling to back down. Shouts came for reason, to back down, but it was far past that point. The anticipation waited on Skywing’s back, just as before. “Get down!” The gryphon commander ordered to the Lumarians, just as the first shots rang out through the courtyard.

Metal was loosed with deadly intent, piercing flesh and bone alike. Guardians that used to be brothers turned on one another, rushing to cover to engage in their deadly dual. Thunderous booms shook the stone as blackened tendrils of smoke rose above their heads, inky snakes mocking them. Metal clang as swords were drawn, a line drawn to prevent the Lumarians from being slain. For minutes the guardians clashed with one another, their corpses soon littering the stone like snow.

Lumarians scrambled to find their own cover within the courtyard, finding themselves not the primary target of death. To the stables they hobbled and padded, some crawling to safety from the madness. Their blood was added to the guardians as bullets cared not for whom they hit, others having their corpses tallied with the dead. Behind wooden crates, sacks and racks of weapons, the Lumarians awaited the battle’s end. Those that drew too close, and not appearing peaceful were swiftly ended, crushed to death by the manacles of the minotaur they were supposed to restrain.

Soon it was clear that those protecting the Lumarians were starting to break and falter, their ranks forced to retreat into the fortress. They left a trail of bodies in their wake, pools of crimson all linking together in a work of art. The commander emerged from his men to where Skywing and the others were waiting, one arm limp, his face beaten and bruised. He’d been shot.

His lips curled into a snarl as he rose the weapon high, several of his personal soldiers joining him on his sides. Calls for the capture of Alonso rang through the courtyard as the commander spoke, “It would appear as though you’ve undone this order with your silver tongue gryphon.” Lumarians that tried to get closer found themselves facing down the barrels of at least a dozen rifles. A trio of minotaur tried to hobble their way to battle but were swiftly put down with a few well-trained shots. As they collapsed in a blood heap, the commander rested his gun upon Skywing. “We should have done this when you all arrived. It would have spared the lives of so many of our brethren.”

Unafraid, the gryphon stared into the eyes of the weary knight, he’d not be subdued. “There is a special place in the underworld for you.”

A sudden ear-splitting roar turned the commander’s head. As if summoned by the gods themselves, the air around them began to warm, heralded by the sound of leathery wings. Flames sprung into existence out of thin air, bright orange, their tendrils bathing the guardian commander in their wicked light. It spread from him in a cruel wave, a blast that consumed all the loyal guardians still within the courtyard. They collapsed, screaming out their last as Veledar landed amongst them.

The dragon towered over the dying like a wicked demon, taking in the terror of his handiwork. Sapphire eyes flicked to every corpse without remorse, leaving them only with a parting snort. When he turned to the Lumarians, those that could still speak gasped, shivering in place. Even Skywing found himself slightly trembling as the dragon set his sights upon him. This was the dragon that Arcturus adored. It was hard to recognize him among the field of death.

“Are you hurt?” Veledar asked as he approached over the corpses, pinning his wings. “You need not be afraid.”

“Says the dragon that just incinerated all these men before me.” The gryphon’s ears pinned, “I had no love for them…But to die as they did-“

“Regrettable, but I have no pity for them.” Growled the dragon, sniffing the gryphon and inspecting him for wounds, “They chose their side, even in the face of truth. In the end, they stood in the way of myself and what Umraadi held dear.”

“Then I suppose I should be commenting on how yet again, you have a knack for saving my feathers.” Skywing chuckled, the initial shock wearing off. Around him gryphons started to trill, realizing that the dragon was not here to finish them off, but to deliver them to safety. “Guess if you were a dying illusion, it would be strange to share the experience! Forgive me dragon, but I can understand why Arcturus holds you in such esteem! I am truly in your debt.” He bowed his head deeply and splayed his ears, gifted with the dragon’s growly rumble.

“Correct you are gryphon. I’m sure that Arcturus and myself can figure out a proper reward.” He wheeled around to start searching for the keys when it was mentioned to him. “Though I imagine the man will not wish to charge you a fee.”

He laughed, “Fee or not, I’ll still pay it. Dragon…I didn’t expect to-“ His ears splayed as Veledar snorted, “Well, anyway, again, my thanks. It’s not every day a dashing red hero arrives to deliver you from certain death.”

“Careful now, I might get the wrong ideas.” Wrenching them from the corpse of the commander, Veledar tossed them, square into Asterion’s hands. “How did you find yourself here bull? I question why I pay you.”

“You don’t pay any of us.” Replied the cleric, rubbing his wrists once free of his bindings. He tossed the keys to Tenzin, “I suppose you have my thanks as well.”

“Later, later we can indulge in how much thanks you can lay upon my paws.” Veledar sauntered to them, his eyes searching across the walls. No sign of other guardians was present, though fighting could still be heard from inside the keep. “Is this everyone? What happened to the kobolds?” There was a slight hint of dread within the beast’s tone.

“Sent away, fine!” Skywing chirped as gryphons started to shift their way over to Tenzin, awaiting their turn to be free of their bindings. Each thump of leathers and crack of chains upon the stone was met with a joyous trill and nuzzle along the ilbir’s neck. Even a certain male that whispered something in the warrior’s ear, only for the gryphon to earn a sturdy smack upon the haunches.

Veledar flicked his tail, nostrils flaring. He gave the gryphon a nod. “Arcturus will be pleased to know you’re all well. He cares about you in particular.”

Did the dragon know of their time in the cell? His ears splayed, not quite certain how a dragon would take it. Back home, their sort of thing was commonplace, but dragons did have a certain rumor of jealously. “Not more so than you though. He told me as such.” He laughed it away, doing his best to avoid that hurtle for the moment. Even as Veledar sniffed and checked his form over again for damage. “I’m rightfully fine dragon, you don’t have to worry about me.”

“Yes I do.” He replied locking eyes, “Arcturus wished you safe, I want you safe.”

“So simple is it?” He’d have blushed if he could. “I’m flattered.”

“Its only a shame we were late as we were.” Growled Veledar as he spotted the corpses of fleeing Lumarians. “Victory is ours, but it tastes bittersweet.”

“Such is all victory in war. But focus on those you saved dragon, it helps the days get easier.” The gryphon’s ears pinned as he thought to Selina and Geoffrey, “Trust me.”

It was then that a duo of gryphon squawks resounded overhead, announcing the arrival of Voidwing and Krotos. The pair landed in the middle of the courtyard with practiced ease, avoiding dipping their talons in the charred dead. They were met with cheers and hollers, only causing Merlia to scowl as she slipped from Krotos’ neck.

“Could ya at least waited to save some for us?” Hands rested upon her waist as she searched over the battlefield. “Why did we even come dragon?”

“Moral support?” Veledar shrugged, planting down his hinds. He gestured to the keep, where Asterion and Tenzin were already looking, the urge for battle clearly taking them. “I do believe there are still soldiers fighting in the keep?”

She smiled, unslinging her bow. “Why didn’t you say so? Come on boys, we have some fighting to do!” laughing like a mad woman, the ranger scampered off with the cleric and warrior in tow, their two gryphons right on their heels, eager for some well-deserved payback.

“Strange company you keep dragon.” Skywing sighed as Swiftclaw slunk over, starting to undo the commander’s bindings.

“Yes, but it would appear as though you’re one of them now.” Veledar said.

“You say that with a hint of distain?”

“No, but the amount of beings I have to protect gets rather cumbersome.” Sighed the dragon, frills fluttering. With a deep breath he rolled a paw to his chest, “I suppose that is what separates me from the others.”

Unfurling his wings, the gryphon commander let out a satisfied groan. It had been too long since they’d been able to do that. “Should we not help your friends?”

“You’ll find they are well. Besides, I was to rescue and protect all of you.” He waggled a wing, gesturing to the Lumarians, “And that means all of you are staying where I can see you.” The dragon sauntered away from them, leaping up upon the wall and settling onto his belly. With his perch obtained he gazed down, occasionally searching around for any sign of reinforcements.

With a defeated sigh Skywing slunk his way to the other Lumarians. He checked on their wounds, how they were doing. If the dragon was going to play the role of overprotective mother, then so be it. They all needed a well-deserved rest anyway. He hung his head and thanked the gods, for listening to the silly plea of a gryphon.

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