The battle went on. More and more Visicites were pouring into the fort. Cornelious felt a sense of despair as he went through the chaotic crowd. Monsters were everywhere. The Elticians that he always liked were lying dead in the courtyard. He remembered all of the books he had read. All of the battle stories he heard came back to him. Cornelious remembered they had happy endings. The story he was in now would not. He gave up hope of survival and accepted that he, the other heroes, and all the Elticians would die before the sun rose.
While having these despairing thoughts he ran into a figure that he did not expect to see. The monsterous Visicite was somebody he had seen in Lord Vallan’s armies back in Malicina. Cornelious had run into Visicion. The Visicite recognized him from the time Cornelious was in Malicina and laughed.
“One of the rebels,” Visicion said pointing his sword at Cornelious.
Cornelious felt very small when the general of the Visicites stared at him. He felt very cold. The despair grew stronger. My time has come, Cornelious thought. This is the end of Gabonland. The sun came up. At that moment the despair left him. They were still alive unlike he believed. Hope was restored and Cornelious held Tewarben up so the two headed monster could see it.
The general slashed at Cornelious hoping to cut off his head. Cornelious retreated into the crowd making himself scarce. He knew that this foe was beyond his experience. To his annoyance, the crowd of Elticians dispersed, so Visicion could see him.
“Coward!” the Visicite shouted. “Come and face me. I have no idea why King Condronson picked you, you little runt.”
Cornelious did not listen to him. He knew that this enemy was not in his league. Cornelious unluckily tripped over a stone in the ground of the fort. The General of the Visicites was standing over him. Cornelious gave himself up for lost.
Just then the most unexpected thing happened. “Drop your sword, Villain!” Elderain commanded. He apparently had come down from the battlements. Visicion turned to see Elderain with an arrow on the string. The Visicite, with a not so nice grin on his face, dropped his sword and looked at Elderain.
“You think you have saved this rebel’s life.” Visicion said. “But you have only postponed his death. Lord Vallan’s armies are too great to be defeated by your own.”
“I wouldn’t say that,” Elderain laughed. The next thing the Bacnaltican said was music to Cornelious’ ears. “The Bacnaltican army has arrived and now you are surrounded, and our forces are greater than yours.”
Visicion smile disappeared. Then with a growl he walked away.
“Thank you, Elderain,” Cornelious said. “You have saved my life again.”
Elderain then helped Cornelious get off the ground. When they looked around Cornelious and Elderain saw that the Visicites seemed to have disappeared.
The Elticians of the Entil Lands had prevailed.
The door came down with a crash. Sarnam stared in terror in the dark ahead. He knew Visicites were all about him. He felt helpless and very humbled.
“Look! Somebody’s here!” A voice said.
“Look at this,” another said. The two headed monster waved his hand in front of Sarnam’s face. “This chap is blind in both eyes!”
“You should kill him quickly,” a third Visicite said. “Visicion is calling a retreat. Those Bacnaltican pigs have shown up to aid the silly electric people. I believe it could have been the works of that Eltician escapee.”
Then the first voice said, “It’s him, the Eltician escapee.” There was a rumble, a few clangs, and a lot of thuds.
Sarnam was wondering what had happened. “Hello?” he asked. “Is anybody there?”
“I am here, Sarnam,” a voice that was not monstrous like the Visicites said.
“Who is it?” Sarnam asked. “Are you the Eltician escapee?”
“Yes,” the voice said. “I did escape being killed by Visicites. But you know me as someone else.”
Sarnam realized who it was in surprise. “Dorldan!” he exclaimed happily.
“Dorldan,” Sarnam said. “I was told you were dead.”
“No, I am not,” Dorldan said. “I escaped before I was decapitated by Visicion, the General of the Visicites. I ran to Bacnaltica and got help. Everything is going to be all right now.”
“If you hadn’t got help,” Sarnam said gratefully, “The Visicites would have left no survivors.”
“Let us go,” Dorldan said. “There is going to be a celebration soon. We won the battle.”
“No, thanks,” Sarnam replied gloomily. “I will stay inside.” Sarnam sat in the room by himself. He thought a blind Eltician would be a nuisance at a celebration.
The party had started. Elticians and Bacnalticans were cheering. Firecrackers and rockets were set off. Food was served and root beer floats were made. The mourning for their lost friends would start later. In the meantime they would be happy. The party lasted for hours. Stories were told and Elticians were singing. When it was late at night and all the root beer was gone Sarnam came out of his room.
“There you are, Sarnam,” Flitican said. “I was wondering where you were. You missed out on the root beer. It was almost as good as it was at home in Galendurous.”
“I was inside the fort,” Sarnam said sadly. The other heroes knew something was bothering him.
“What is wrong?” Terenious asked. “Why are you so sad? Your country has been saved from Lord Vallan.”
“Nothing,” Sarnam said unconvincingly.
There was a silence. The Six Heroes stood together in the courtyard of The Eltician Fort. They all felt bad for Sarnam; they had guessed why Sarnam was so glum.
Asher decided to say what he thought the heroes would do next. “We are going to have to leave tomorrow for Malicina and hope the gate is still open,” Asher said. “There isn’t much chance that another army is waiting for us.”
They all felt sad to leave so soon. The party was still going on when they left. Sarnam was even sadder when he was left behind for the second time.
Cornelious, Flitican, Asher, Elderain, and Terenious were wished luck as they went. The heroes were no longer blamed for bringing the army to them.
They had crossed the Valley of War for the third time. The magic of the valley did not have much effect on them now that they knew about it. No thieves caught them as they walked through The Thevian Mountains. Cornelious thought he saw a shadowy figure, but it turned out to be an oddly shaped rock. When they came out on the other side they saw that the yellow gate was still open. With joy they charged towards the gate. The Five Heroes had become better runners after running as fast as they could for two days. As they reached a large ring where The Yellow Tarkans tower had been they stopped.
Lord Vallan could be seen behind the yellow gate. He was all in black as usual and carried the Scepter of the Visicite king. “I know why you are here,” he stated. He was far away but the heroes could hear him like he was beside them. “You are here to take the scepter and save the princess.” Lord Vallan laughed. “I said to King Condronson that I would kill his daughter if he showed any resistance to my plan.”
The heroes gasped. If Lord Vallan killed the Princess of Bacnaltica all of their adventures would be pointless.
“But,” Lord Vallan said to the relief of the heroes, “I am having fun with this little game. You will not succeed with your errand. I would like to see you try.” He then struck the ground with the scepter.
The gate began to shake violently and the ground beneath it was cracking. All in a moment, as if the ground was hollow, another chasm was in place of the gate. It was a chasm that could never be crossed. Lord Vallan cackled loudly. With dismay, the heroes of Gabonland turned and faced the east. Lord Vallan had blocked their path. They now wondered what they would do for plan B…To Be Continued…
Book 4: THE CASTLE OF THE FIVE TOWERS