On the Evil Scale: Keeper of La Tecla (The Key) Book Two

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๐“’๐“ฑ๐“ช๐“น๐“ฝ๐“ฎ๐“ป 52

๐’ฏhree days passed in the Great City; three days too long for Drakuul. Other than the recent news that the tunnels had been cleared out fully, he was beginning to get too anxious for his britches. He paced, day-in and day-out, almost leaving a worn trail along the tile floor of the Throne room.

Suddenly, his thoughts were interrupted when Matrx barged through the doors with more news.


โ€œWhat!?โ€ Drakuul barked.

โ€œThe soldiers found something of interest. Or someone.โ€

Drakuul turned, curious to hear the Generalโ€™s words.

โ€œTell me.โ€ he ordered.

โ€œWe finally caught the person responsible for erasing the hard-drives and burning the documents in the archives.โ€ Matrx revealed, โ€œSneaky bastard, this one. Shayds caught him trying to flee with a handful of others out on the outskirts of the city. He was carrying these.โ€ he handed Drakuul a laminated I.D. badge and a large cylinder document carry case.

โ€œAnd where is this man?โ€

โ€œHeโ€™s being held in the prisons.โ€ Matrx revealed.

Drakuul tucked the case under his arm, reading the name written on the badge. Raising his eyebrows in surprise he ordered,

โ€œBring me this...Gar.โ€ he tapped the plastic card against his palm.

Matrx turned, leaving the Lord of the City to contemplate the information received. He sat in the Throne waiting for half an hour until the doors, once more, swung open. Drakuul watched as the General dragged a man somewhere in his 40s-50s. He struggled and fought against the Generalโ€™s hold on his arms but gave in, once standing in front of the Necromancer. He huffed, breathing heavily then was pushed roughly down onto his older knees. Matrx grabbed the back of his neck, pushing it downward into a submissive position; the manโ€™s eyes stared at the Generals' thick boots.

โ€œThis is the man?โ€ Drakuul questioned, โ€œThis isโ€ฆโ€ he studied the name on the I.D. badge once more, โ€œGarfunkel Humperdinck?โ€

Shayd soldiers standing near the door, including Matrx himself, couldnโ€™t help but chuckle at the manโ€™s name said aloud. Even Drakuul smirked as he knelt down before the man.

โ€œIs this you?โ€ Drakuul dangled the I.D. badge before the man but he didnโ€™t answer, โ€œIs thisโ€ฆโ€ he grabbed hold of the manโ€™s face raising his gaze to match his own, โ€œyou?โ€ he leered with his cold dark eyes.

โ€œYes, Lord Lexusโ€ฆโ€ Garfunkel groaned bluntly, โ€œthatโ€™s me!โ€ he squinted his green eyes.

Drakuul released his hold on Garfunkelโ€™s face then began fiddling with the badge still in hand. With sternness in his voice, Drakuul questioned,

โ€œTell me something, Gar...you donโ€™t mind if I call you Gar, do you?โ€ he received a shrug for it didnโ€™t matter now, โ€œTell me, Gar...why did you burn the archives and erase the data from the computers?โ€ he waited but Gar didnโ€™t answer. Drakuul grew impatient, grabbing hold of Garโ€™s throat squeezing it tightly; Gar struggled against his grasp, โ€œTell me, Gar...tell me now!โ€

โ€œWhy? It doesnโ€™t...matter now...does it?โ€ Gar rasped, โ€œIโ€™d rather die before I tell youโ€ฆโ€ he gasped for the Necromancer squeeze a bit tighter, โ€œany...thing.โ€

โ€œAh, but you seeโ€ฆyou NOT telling me anything, tells me you know something.โ€ Drakuul confused the man, โ€œJust tell me, old man and Iโ€™ll let you go. Iโ€™ll let you live the rest of your life with a name that must have come from your motherโ€™s mouth when she was drunk. Come onโ€ฆtell me and Iโ€™ll let you go. I give you my word. What didnโ€™t you want me to see?โ€

Gar chuckled then spat in Drakuulโ€™s face knowing his words and promises were false. The grip on his throat loosened as Drakuul stood, removing a handkerchief from his pocket. He slowly wiped his face, listening as Gar coughed several times catching his breath while ranting on in a raspy voice,

โ€œYour words are meaningless. Theyโ€™re poison! You promised the people of the Great City so much yet all youโ€™ve brought us, is death and destruction! Youโ€™re barking mad if you think Iโ€™m going to tell you whereโ€ฆโ€ he paused, catching himself.

โ€œWhere?โ€ Drakuul tilted his head curiously, โ€œWHERE what?โ€ he watched as Gar glanced away in fear, showing the Necromancer there was something to hide.

โ€œIt doesnโ€™t matter now, youโ€™ll never know.โ€ Gar mocked then removed a pendant from around his neck, containing a capsule and before Matrx who stood behind him could react, Drakuul held out his hands; Garโ€™s motions paused.

Matrx swerved around Gar, kneeling in front of him. Reaching out he studied the pill that hovered inches from Garโ€™s mouth; a hidden Cyanide pill.

โ€œYouโ€™re a clever bastardโ€ฆโ€ Matrx frowned, โ€œbut that wonโ€™t save you. Not now.โ€ he studied the pendant that was a locket displaying a Raven symbol carved upon its face, โ€œMarxus gave this to you, did he?โ€ he yanked it from Garโ€™s neck in a rough jerk toward him; chain breaking from its clasp then turned, tossing it behind his back toward Drakuul who caught it mid-air.

Darkuul turned the locket over, examining every inch of the metal trinket. Clenching his jaw and closing his fists, crushing the locket, he leered in Garโ€™s direction. Waving his left hand, he released Gar from his frozen stature; Gar fell forward. He searched his neck and under the neckline but the locket was gone.

โ€œLooking for this?โ€ Drakuul swung the pendant between his index and middle finger, โ€œClever trick, Humperdinck. Very clever.โ€ he threw it aside; metal clattering somewhere hidden.

โ€œDo what you want, my Lord. It doesnโ€™t matter, because Iโ€™ll never tell you. I couldnโ€™t even if I wanted to or if it were forced out of me.โ€ Gar muttered then chuckled, โ€œSo where does that leave you?โ€ he glanced back and forth between Drakuul and Matrx, โ€œRight back where you started. With nothing and nowhere to go.โ€

Matrx held out his left hand, summoning one of the Shayds to step forward. Following their Generalโ€™s orders, he reached toward his belt removing the gun the soldier carried. Pressing it roughly against Garโ€™s skull, he released the safety switch.

Gar flinched feeling the barrel against his head, but felt unnerved by the sound of the buzzing the weapon made once the safety was off, loading its laser-like rounds. He closed his eyes accepting his fate when Drakuul ordered Matrx to back away. He opened his eyes wondering what plans the Necromancer had in store, then watched the shadows cast on the ground alongside him, step away.

Drakuul approached Gar once more, kneeling before him making eye contact.

โ€œI seeโ€ฆโ€ Drakuul nodded in complaint, โ€œyouโ€™ve been compelled. Sh*t.โ€ he cursed, clasping his hands together, โ€œYou know something and the name of someone but donโ€™t have the words to say. Interesting.โ€ Drakuulโ€™s fingers twitched, โ€œWell, since your mind is closed and thereโ€™s no way for me to access that permanent supernatural block, magic or not, I have no further use for you, do I, Garfunkel?โ€ he smirked then stood looking at Matrx, โ€œGet rid of him. We have the blueprints nowโ€ฆโ€

Matrx returned the gun to the Shayd soldier then pulled Gar to his feet, dragging him out of the room and down the hall. Gar begged for his freedom but the General and Shayds following closely behind, didnโ€™t adhere to his pleas. Once outside in the dark evening streets where destruction spewed and piled everywhere, Matrx pushed the man forward, ordering him to scamper off.

โ€œThank you, Generalโ€ฆโ€ Gar seemed grateful, โ€œthank youโ€ฆโ€ he bowed then turned, scampering off with a cramp but he didnโ€™t get far; he struggled to climb over rubble and debris.

Matrx watched as the man grew far enough away into the streets before removing a dagger from his belt, throwing it swiftly across the distance between himself and the man. The dagger plunged deep into Garโ€™s back, in a place where he couldnโ€™t reach. Matrx watched as Gar stumbled forward before slowing down; his form disappeared behind a cluster of overturned-charred vehicles and chunks of stone.

โ€œYouโ€™re free.โ€ Matrx muttered then turned to the Shayds, who bowed their heads.

Seven, maybe eight Night-Walkers patrolled the streets nearby when they abruptly paused, catching the scent of fresh blood that swept through the air, they sped toward a manโ€™s fresh corpse; a dagger dug deep in his back with blood pooling beneath him. They hissed feeding on the manโ€™s lifeless body, not wasting a single drop.

Matrx strolled back through Parliamentโ€™s halls returning to the Throne room where Drakuul studied the blueprints rolled out across the table.

โ€œWell, that was a bit of an interesting development, donโ€™t you think?โ€ Matrx mocked.

โ€œInteresting, yesโ€ฆโ€ Drakuul agreed, โ€œbut a waste of time.โ€ he raised his head, โ€œThe tunnels are ready?โ€

โ€œYes. They were cleared out a few days ago.โ€ Matrx revealed, โ€œThe Trolls added supporting beams throughout in case of weak points but theyโ€™re ready for our men to venture through.โ€

โ€œGood...good. How long would the tunnels mask our armiesโ€™ presence?โ€ Drakuul wondered.

โ€œWith rest in between, Iโ€™d sayโ€ฆโ€ Matrx thought accurately, โ€œtwo and a half weeks.โ€

โ€œThat beats two and a halfmonths.โ€ Drakuul groaned, โ€œAre theyโ€ฆโ€

โ€œThe men are all armored and weapon-equipped, waiting to march. The creatures of course, donโ€™t know what the f*ck is going on around them.โ€

โ€œYes, well...theyโ€™ll follow.โ€ Drakuul agreed then stood, facing his General, โ€œGive the word. We move out tomorrow before the sun reaches mid day.โ€

โ€œFinally.โ€ Matrx nodded, then turned, strolling out of the room and down the hall, sending word through the radios among the army of men.

Drakuul approached a smaller table near the Throne, pouring himself a cup of wine, sipping it quickly. Taking a seat, he glanced toward the sky watching as the Red Death slithered among the night sky. Holding the empty cup toward the sky he declared,

โ€œIt is time, Red Death...it is time for them to experience your fury and fire!โ€

โ€œYes, Master...indeed it is time for war.โ€ Arxulet answered telepathically as he slithered down, hovering above the Parliament building, โ€œI will end them all!โ€ he finished before raising his head, releasing a powerful roar that shook the streets below.

Days later, news spread across the Isle that Drakuulโ€™s army had begun their advances, leaving the Great City behind. This was a revelation brought to light by Azir who had asked Axeon to fly back toward the mainland for one final time and it was that night, when marching through cities and towns, were Drakuulโ€™s creatures. It worried everyone for news of his humans, Night-Walkers and Shayds werenโ€™t among their numbers.

At least not until two and a half weeks later.

Azir and Derek flew on Axeon; Anthony and I rode Abraxas to venture toward the mainland where tents were pitched and large groups of figures sparred, sharpened their weapons or loaded their guns. They trashed the harbor office and large warehouse belonging to Marxus; utilizing the vehicles and crafts to sleep in or breaking them apart. Large fires were built inside and outside the warehouse on the dock. The creatures were kept to themselves, contained in their magical barriers, preventing them from doing harm or venturing too far.

The guards that patrolled the harbor had returned to the Isle before word of the armyโ€™s advances, while those who worked at the office and lived in the surrounding area, fled, making their way up toward Scotland or across the waters into Ireland.

Azir and Derek had gathered further footage of at least maybe three thousand soldiers; Shayds and humans alike. Of course the massive swarm of Harpies was impossible to count for they flew erratically but if they could guess, there must have been 1200 of the flying creatures. The Zarooks, Trolls and Werelings were easier to estimate for they were clustered in their groups; seventy Trolls, 120 Zarooks and at least three-hundred Werelings. The Shadowed Ones were nowhere to be seen.

โ€œThis is impossible.โ€ I worried, both verbally and telepathically allowing Azir and Derek to hear me as well, โ€œThereโ€™s almost forty-seven thousand figures down there?โ€ I fretted once their numbers were totaled.

โ€œSneaky bastard, tooโ€ฆโ€ Anthony added; he sat behind me leaning over my shoulder, โ€œhow did they manage to get his far without us noticing?โ€

โ€œEither he cloaked himself with powerful magics, or he found some tunnels.โ€ Derek added telepathically allowing me to hear him.

โ€œMust be.โ€ Azir affirmed telepathically, allowing all present to hear him, โ€œAnd thereโ€™s something else we must worry about.โ€

โ€œAnd whatโ€™s that?โ€ Anthony argued, hearing Azirโ€™s voice enter his mind.

โ€œThey have more numbers than the warriors on the Isle expected.โ€ Axeon answered solemnly, connecting with all four figures present.

โ€œI donโ€™t like this, Mother.โ€ Abraxas added verbally, โ€œI donโ€™t like this, at all.โ€

I leaned forward, stroking the scales along his neck then suggested we return to the Isle before the Red Death detects our presence. The two dragons flapped their wings swiftly, returning to the Isle.

However, that wasnโ€™t Axeonโ€™s last flight that night, for once he knew the half-breed, Zyphyn and her comrades had returned to the safety behind the wall, he left his cavern; flying across the Irish Sea to confront his old emissary cloaked in the sky. Once reaching as far as he needed to, he hovered in the rain, watching as a cloaked mass slithered through the air; three hundred feet away.

The mass slithered down as if sensing another dragonโ€™s presence. The cloaked mass became solid, revealing its true form. An Asian serpentine dragon, three times larger than Axeon. The dragon was a fearsome looking creature with Ruby red scales that had a faint golden shimmer. A large head with long whiskers around a snarling snout, revealed disfigured teeth, yellow eyes situated forward, two large horns with one chipped down in size. Its head was attached to a long snake-like body less than half the length of a vast freight train, give or take. Four feet were situated on the upper and lower part of its body with long curved black claws chipped in places. Running down the length of its back from head to tail, was a spinous dorsal-like fin, replacing wings. Many scars were embedded along his red scales from his first encounter with Axeon, but the most unsettling feature was an iron collar tightly secured around its neck. Necromancy symbols were carved into the metal, controlling the dragonโ€™s will. Although withered with age and inflicted battle scars, one could tell this creature must have been a magnificent beast to behold in its younger days.

Axeon uncloaked himself, revealing his location as he hovered high above the sea. The serpentine turned its head, looking directly at Axeon; his yellow eyes squinted. It slithered through the air toward Axeon until they were feet apart. The dragon hovered in a vertical position, feet curled under; moving in a slow slithering motion. The dragon spoke out telepathically in the ancient dragonโ€™s tongue in an old deep maleโ€™s voice with a tired undertone,

โ€œSo we meet again, Blue One.โ€

โ€œIndeed we do, Red Deathโ€ฆor do you prefer Arxulet in your Masterโ€™s human tongue?โ€ Axeon bluntly replied, โ€œBut how do you still live? You were trapped beneath rock and surely your injuries would have destroyed you, if not, by fossilization. Nothing could have escaped.โ€

โ€œI only gave the appearance of death and yes, I was left injured but not lifeless.โ€ Arxulet slithered around Axeon in slow menacing movements, โ€œWhen your Master opened that portal and recited that spell, leaving my Master defenseless, I barely escaped with my life intact before that Nubian Jinn imprisoned me in melted rock. But once my Master was freed from his prison, he activated the magic within my collar, waking me from that horrendous slumber. I broke free of that wretched place, deactivating the Jinnโ€™s magic. I am centuries old, Blue One and only upon my Masterโ€™s death, can this collar be removed.โ€

โ€œThen tell me, Red Death...why are you so far from your Masterโ€™s reach?โ€ Axeon firmly asked verbally as he flew around the Red Death.

โ€œI should ask you that very same question. Is your Immortal-Templar still part of the living, because I do not sense his magic. I sense something...or someone different. Younger.โ€ he sniffed the air, โ€œA female. Interesting little thing. Shall I have a glance and meet her before her end?โ€ Arxulet answered slithering around Axeon in a circular motion once more, โ€œIs she hiding on that vulnerable island cloaked and weaved by the same Jinnโ€™s magic that trapped me?โ€ he looked toward the island but Axeon roared out a warning; grasping the Arxuletโ€™s attention.

The roars blended with the unexpected sound of thunder, making it difficult to be heard from those on the ground. Arxulet turned, facing Axeon; snarling snout revealing his teeth.

โ€œYou leave my people be!โ€ Axeon ordered, โ€œThey are not a part of this!โ€

โ€œThey are a part of this!โ€ Arxulet threatened, โ€œBut it matters not. Fate is changing for all involved and theirs will be decided soon enough. They are insects on the ground; vermin of this world but you are my challenge, Blue One and this time, I will prevail. My time is limited and my Master calls.โ€ he slithered past Axeon once more, โ€œWe shall meet again, I promise and I give you my word, that no Immortal, Demon or Jinn will keep me from destroying you.โ€

โ€œAnd I give you my word that you will find your end, either by my doing or anotherโ€™s and only then, will you no longer cause your destruction.โ€ Axeon replied verbally.

โ€œWe shall see, Blue One...we shall see.โ€ Arxulet laughed, then released a deafening roar cloaking himself, returning to the mainland, causing continuous destruction and nightly terror along his path. He awaited Drakuulโ€™s final orders.

Axeon hovered, remembering the Red Deathโ€™s strength, then returned to the Isle. Once in his cavern, he laid there with thoughts of the conversation with Arxulet, knowing what was in store for us all. He prepared himself mentally for the biggest battle yet to come.

Morning arrived and everyone became alert; all final preparations were made. However, the last thing I needed to deal with was Erikโ€™s fake apologies and the fight that broke out between him and Anthony.

โ€œStop it, stop it!โ€ I attempted to break them apart, โ€œAnthony, pleaseโ€ฆโ€ I watched as he held Erikโ€™s hands pinned to the ground so he couldnโ€™t use his arcane magics against him.

โ€œGo ahead, Anthony...obey like a good little dog.โ€ Erik mocked with a smug grin, โ€œSheโ€™ll give you a reward later, Iโ€™m sure.โ€

Anthony growled, releasing one wrist to punch the young man with a strong strike, leaving Erik stunned. I ran forward pulling Anthony off Erik as much as I could but I was pressing my luck by interrupting another Lycynianโ€™s rage. Anthony knew I wasnโ€™t stopping him from hurting Erik because I still cared about him, but because it wasnโ€™t the appropriate time.

โ€œAnthony, baby please...donโ€™t.โ€ I pleaded, holding onto his arms while I stood in front of him.

He leered past my shoulder toward Erik who sat, wiping his lower lip that bled.

โ€œSheโ€™s right...youโ€™re not worth it!โ€ Anthony backed away, shaking out his hand.

I stood in disbelief because I certainly didnโ€™t want a war to break out for my affections. I glanced back at Erik, shaking my head then sprinted after Anthony, examining his hands while bombarding him with questions. Being a hot tempered Italian-Lycynian was one thing, but he was arguing with a Puerto Rican-American Indian-Demon half-breed so for Anthony, that was what made him back down from the argument. He apologized but revealed that he couldnโ€™t get over the fact that Erik had thought such things, days before. He shook his head, feeling ashamed for the actions but wasnโ€™t sorry for protecting a womanโ€™s honor.

โ€œAnd that, my Musketeer...is why I love you.โ€ I smiled.

โ€œIโ€™m not perfect.โ€ Anthony groaned flexing his knuckles.

โ€œNeither am I. Far from it. Now, letโ€™s get your hand checked before this war happens.โ€ I instructed.

โ€œYouโ€™re awfully calm.โ€ Anthony wondered.

โ€œWho the hell said Iโ€™m calm?โ€ I joked, โ€œIโ€™m just a little better at hiding it, thatโ€™s all. Besides, I think I out rank you in the Latin temperament.โ€

Suddenly, the Isle became on full alert as everyone, no matter where they were, listened as loud eerie thumps filled the air. Remember when the Boar-wolves pounded against the barriers put in place by the crystals that protected the homes and village? Think of that, but louder and grander. Glancing around at the sky, you could see the barrier-dome shimmer violently as something attempted to penetrate it. Residents scampered from their homes, shops and rooms at the Inn, traveling toward the manor after the village bell began ringing continuously in warning.

โ€œOh my god...itโ€™s happening.โ€ I muttered fearfully, standing alongside Anthony, โ€œHeโ€™s here.โ€

โ€œDo we have everything in order?โ€ Drakuul questioned as he and Matrx paced Hayshamโ€™s dock, examining the vast sea between them and their goal, โ€œAre the men and creatures ready for the portal jump?โ€

โ€œYes, but now itโ€™s a matter of getting from hereโ€ฆโ€ Matrx gestured around, โ€œto out there.โ€ he pointed toward the foggy sea.

โ€œI can remedy that, but depending on the level and layers of magic protecting that island, it might take a few hours or all night to link from here to there.โ€ Drakuul informed, โ€œAnd I donโ€™t want to be disturbedโ€ฆby any means.โ€


โ€œAnd if I am, whoever it is, will be used to enforce the power Iโ€™mโ€ฆโ€

โ€œI got it!โ€ Matrx complained, โ€œYou wonโ€™t be disturbed!โ€ he backed away, ordering the soldiers to leave their Lord be, for he wasnโ€™t to be disturbed under any circumstance.

Drakuul stood on the furthest dock, cracking his knuckles. He glanced at the late morning sky; sun shining down upon him, calling upon Arxulet who slithered into view. He grinned watching as the serpent hovered downward, landing nearby. Drakuul turned to his right, conjuring a massive 3-4 foot tall chunk-geode smoky Quartz crystal. The weight from the rock suddenly appearing, creaked the wooden dock. Placing his hands upon the cool-roughly cut surface, Drakuul infused and charged the crystal; it glowed and absorbed the magic and energy. He gazed upon Arxuletโ€™s head hovering above, nodding in approval. The dragon lowered his head above the crystal breathing dragonโ€™s breath mixed with a faint flicker of flame that added an unlimited amount of power. Continuing to infuse the rock, it began taking on a bluish-black hue with Necromancy symbols hovering in the air moments before disappearing. The geode once at full maximum power, pulsed, creating a faint hum that only Drakuul could hear within his range. The soldiers standing further up the dock near the warehouse, watched as their Lord created things as easily as he breathed. Even Matrx admitted to himself that Drakuul had gained 98% of his magic but wasnโ€™t about to dwell on the matter that held no interest to him. Turning away, he ordered the soldiers to pack their supplies and ready themselves for the portal jump.

โ€œPortal jump, General?โ€ a soldier questioned, โ€œMeaning what, Sir!?โ€

โ€œGoing from here to there in a jump.โ€ Matrx answered gruffly, โ€œDonโ€™t make me explain magical tricks or whatnot. Thatโ€™s your Lordsโ€™ level of expertise.โ€

โ€œWill it hurt, Sir?โ€ another inquired.

โ€œEh, just a tingle.โ€ Matrx mocked, โ€œOr a jolt.โ€ he strolled away, taunting his men with a smile.

โ€œA tingle where?โ€ men joked around with dirty innuendos in mind; laughter followed.

Once the crystal had absorbed enough energy and power, the Immortal-Necromancer lowered his hands feeling a warmth in his palms; the skin faintly pink. He rubbed them together, rolled his shoulders and neck then turned, facing toward the Irish Sea. He breathed deeply then began swirling his hands in inward circular motions, laying out the first layer-link, for the portal to remain open in place. The motions continued when the second layer appeared; sparks erupted in the air before the Necromancer cutting through the barrier or veil continuing the swirling motion. As dark green sparks began forming a massive circular shape; large enough for his legion to pass, Drakuul recited words in his Japanese tongue, sending blasts of dark blue-green arcane magic, with a few seconds pause in between, across the waters to break through the islandsโ€™ magical shield. His strange triangular pendant flashed violently, as the magic within its stone connected to the surge of power. The portal absorbed the energy from the crystal, creating a visible tether from one to another, enabling Drakuul to step away until the portal fully opened and linked the Isle. He walked away leaving the magic to work its...well, magic.

Hours passed and Drakuul stood away from the docksโ€™ ledge watching as the portalsโ€™ center began taking on a black spot revealing that the connection was beginning to take. He grew a pleased grin and the look in his eyes was of an achievement that his goal to dominate and gain control of everything that belonged to Marxus had finally come to pass.

I received word from guards that patrolled the village about the occurrence and a sinking feeling hit the pit of my stomach. Upon their instructions, I had them transport my mom and I to the harbor; Anthony wanted to make sure Thomas and his family were making their way to the manor. Azir and a few of his Jinn stood on the upper part of the harbor near the village gate, watching as arcane magic began breaking through their barrier. They had already attempted to counteract the invading source but their efforts seemed to have failed.

โ€œWhat does that mean?โ€ my mom questioned.

โ€œWhatever magic this is, possesses dragonโ€™s breath or the essence of dragonโ€™s fire.โ€ Azir revealed, โ€œSomething that not even I can stop.โ€

โ€œThen what use are you, then?โ€ Leonus barked as he appeared behind us.

โ€œLeonus, not now! Please for once, will you work with me?โ€ I turned to him.

โ€œFor once.โ€ he agreed, โ€œWhat do you need?โ€

โ€œMake sure everyone is behind the wall. I donโ€™t care how you do it, drag them there if you have to, but please, get it done without argument?โ€ I commanded, โ€œAnd take my momโ€ฆโ€

โ€œWhat? No.โ€ my mom objected.

โ€œMommy, please...thereโ€™s nothing you can do here.โ€ I argued, โ€œPlease, go!โ€ I turned her toward him, โ€œYou take care of her!โ€ I ordered.

He said nothing but nodded in agreement then turned, escorting my mom toward the village. He left her there momentarily then sprinted off out of view with other Lycynians following after. In the warehouse, there were large trucks that carried supplies to and from the manor or homes, so between the numbers in Leonusโ€™ party, the trucks drove through the village gathering scattered folk who piled into the open beds. He helped Lady D up into the bed of the truck he drove then once making sure she held on tight, he pressed his foot hard on the gas. Thomas and his family drove in their vehicle, honking their horn as they spotted Lady Dโ€™s presence in the back of one of the trucks with other residents. Anthony, who sat in the backseat of the Giovanni Jeep, glanced back worrying that her daughter wasnโ€™t at her side.

โ€œI canโ€™t believe thisโ€ฆโ€ I fretted, โ€œnot again.โ€ I remembered when Drakuul began taking over the Great City. Abraxas and Zanz suddenly made their presence as the hound ran and the dragon flew across the island toward their Mother. I knelt down, giving them a quick moment of affection before standing to focus on more important things, โ€œAzir, will everyone be safe at the manor?โ€ I turned to him.

โ€œNo.โ€ he answered honestly and bluntly, โ€œNo, they will not. As long as Arxulet lives, he will rain his fire upon the dome that protects the manor and destroy the grounds, possibly burning down to the manorโ€™s core.โ€

โ€œThank you, Mr. Positivity.โ€ I snapped, โ€œWe need more.โ€

โ€œMore what?โ€ Azim questioned.

โ€œMore EVERYTHING but power for starters, which is why Molock isโ€ฆโ€

โ€œNo!โ€ Azir objected, โ€œI will not have that Sumerian link his magic to this place!โ€

โ€œBut he is! Like it or not, he is!โ€ I barked, โ€œSo if you wonโ€™t call him, I will!โ€ then I turned calling out his name three times and although I knew he might not have always appeared when summoned, it was worth a try that failed. He didnโ€™t appear, leaving us to handle things on our own.

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