Monday, May 22, 2017

Chapter Fifteen- Lord Vallans Armies


                “Now that the guard is dead,” Elderain said urgently, he still felt he was being watched, “Where is the guarded switch?” The others knew he was talking about the switch to open the Yellow Gate.
            “This must be it,” Terenious said. She pointed to a switch in the wall made of steel. It had a rubber handle that was yellow and looked rather dirty. Over the top of the switch, in writing that looked like it had been carved with a knife, there was the word closed. Below it there was the word open.
            “I think Flitican should have the honor,” Asher said. “I may have been the one who killed the Yellow Tarkan but Flitican is the one who found his vulnerability.”
Flitican quickly, feeling urgency like Elderain, ran to the switch and pulled it down. There was a rumble and the tower began to shake. They left the Switch Room and looked out of a window from the top of the Yellow Tarkan’s tower. The Yellow Gate began to split in the middle and open outward. When the two pieces of the yellow metal opened completely the heroes saw that on the other side was something horrible.
An enormous castle was beyond. Its stones were black as coal and its battlements were extremely high off the ground. The banner showed the picture of a black lightning bolt. The castle was not the horrible thing beyond the gate. An enormous crowd of terrible monsters was behind the yellow gate. The monsters were purple and wore black metal armor. They wore red helmets with little horns coming out of them and each one had two heads. Not two heads side by side. It was like another head was on top of the bottom head. On the lower head were only a nose and a mouth, and on the upper head was an enormous eye. Those enormous eyes were the size of soccer balls. These monsters were the feared Visicites. Their leader had been defeated by Bach Banderad.

            There was a cloaked figure leading them. His face could not be seen under the hood. He carried a scepter. Seeing that the gate had opened without his command, Lord Vallan struck the ground with The Scepter of the Visicite King. The tower of The Yellow Tarkan began to shake even more violently than before.
            “Lord Vallan is using the scepter to bring down the tower,” Flitican said over the rumbling noise. “We have to get out of here.” Part of the roof then fell in behind them blocking the door to The Switch Room.
            “Run!” Asher yelled, stating the obvious. The heroes of Gabonland ran. The shaking of the tower made them feel like they would be thrown down the winding stair. Black bricks were falling everywhere. One hit Terenious in the head, sending her falling to the ground.
Elderain lifted her up with trouble because he was only a little bigger than her and continued to walk down the stairs. A large stone broke out of the wall and began to roll down towards them. Elderain struggled on hoping to save both his and Terenious’ life.
The heroes ran around a bend in the tower staircase. The large stone broke through the wall and fell out of the tower and landed far below. Cornelious, Flitican, Asher, and Elderain carrying Terenious, reached the small door they emtered by. They ran through it panting. They ran away from the tower without looking back towards the Thevian Mountains. The cold wind hit them and made them numb. When they had reached the mountains, they stopped and looked back in time to see the Tarkan’s tower fall sideways into the chasm.
            “What?” Terenious asked dazed. “What happened?” She became completely conscious. “Elderain, why are you carrying me?”
Elderain quickly set her down on her feet. She touched her head and felt that it was sticky with blood. Touching the spot stung. Terenious saw that the others took out their weapons. She saw that Lord Vallan was only meters away.  He looked at the Visicites and without saying anything pointed The Scepter of the Visicite King at the heroes. The Visicites began to advance snarling, growling, and shouting.
            “You are trespassing,” Lord Vallan stated. “And now you are finished. The storm is coming and you shall be washed away.” The evil lord turned and walked away.
            “Run!” Flitican yelled. The Visicites had not stopped advancing; looking like a flood of purple and black ink that was coming towards him, Lord Vallan’s army.
The companions ran. It was terrifying. They had terrible monsters behind them and far ahead of them was a safe place. “We… have to… run... to The Eltician city… We can take… refuge there,” Flitican said panting. The desolate landscape flew by as they ran. The heroes ran into the dark of the Thevian Mountains and out into the sweltering heat of The Valley of War. After many hours of running they entered the mountains on the east side of the valley. 
The Visicites were without rest and continued on after the heroes at a fast pace. They never got tired, and gradually began to gain on the heroes.
All of the Five Heroes heads throbbed with pain from lack of water. Sweat flew off them like a fountain. Their throats were dry and parched. The heroes’ legs were numb with soreness. By the time they left the Thevian Mountains into Eltica they felt that they would give up.
After a terrible night and day of running they reached The Eltician City where Sarnam stayed. Cornelious saw two men on the battlements looking down at him and managed, before he passed, out to shout, “Visicite… army… be prepared.”
            “What are you talking about?” One of the guards on the battlements shouted down. Then he saw. The Eltician gasped at the sight of the monstrous army. “Cortpla!” The guard shouted to another guard, “Tell the General that there is an army here of Visicites standing at our gate.”
Some Eltician soldiers wearing gloves, dragged the Five Heroes into the city, and shut the gates. A battle was going to happen soon.
The 5 companions found themselves lying down on an enormous mattress on the ground in a cabin. They looked up at the ceiling to see a thatched roof. Asher, feeling shaky, sat up and stared ahead. The cabin they were in was very dark and nothing could be seen.
            “Where am I?” he asked. Asher quickly layed back down again because of the soreness that he felt when he sat up.
            A sad voice answered him. Asher thought he knew that voice. “You are in my home,” the voice said. A turqouis glow lit up the room.
            “Who are you?” Asher asked. He sat up again and ignored the pain. He took out the Anviser. If it was a Visicite he was speaking to he needed to be prepared.
            The voice sighed, “It apparently has been long enough for you not to remember me.” A figure came out of the darkness. It was an Eltician. Asher recognized him at once.
            Terenious sat up as well. “What happened?” She groaned. “I am so sore.” She touched her head and learned that the wound had been carefully cleaned and dressed.
            “We are in Sarnam’s cabin,” Asher replied.
            “Yes,” Sarnam said gloomily. He now sounded like Candilite. “I hope you haven’t forgotten me too.”
            Just then Sarnam began to gradually become brighter. The turquoise light flooded the cabin even more. The other heroes then woke up. They all felt incredibly sore and their legs were throbbing as they stood up. The heroes saw that Sarnam was not the only Eltician in the room. Candilite and Dorldan could be seen. They were dressed in Eltician armor and had taken the swords off the pegs in the wall.
            “Good morning,” Dorldan said taking bread out of a cabinet and handing it to them. “There is no time for chat. I must go fight.”
            “Fight?” Cornelious asked. “Fight who?”
            “The army of the Visicites, of course,” Candilite said in a scolding tone. “You led the monsters right to us!”
            “Oh no,” Flitican said. “This is terrible. What do we do?”
            “You five can fight when you are ready,” Dorldan replied. “Candilite is going to take Sarnam to the Eltician fort where he will be safe. All of the women and children are going there.” Dorldan then left. As the door opened a loud noise could be heard; the clashing of swords.
            “I am ready to go,” Cornelious said after he finished his share of the bread. “I am still sore but I can’t just sit here while innocent Elticians die because of us.” Cornelious took Tewarben out of its sheath. He would visit Dancitine again if he came out of the conflict alive.
            “I will go too,” Asher said. He knew it was time for the Visicites to see Anviser again.
            “Me as well,” Elderain said, taking out his ivory bow.
Flitican and Terenious took out their weapons as well. They pondered what would happen if Lord Vallan had Eltica in his grasp. The entil would aid his plan to conquer Gabonland. All of the Six Heroes except Sarnam ran out of the door into the chaos.
            “It is time for us to go too,” Candilite said. “But not to battle. We will go out the back way and head towards the east gate.”
Sarnam said nothing and followed Candilite with his stick, out of the cabin. He felt helpless. His life and everything else was in the hands of the complainer, Candilite. He couldn’t help but wonder if he was no longer considered a hero.
Outside Sarnam’s cabin it was bright. Cornelious was nearly blinded because of the change. It was about noon at the time. When his eyes had adjusted he saw a terrible thing. A huge Visicite was charging towards him. Cornelious lifted up his sword Tewarben to block a blow from the monster. The force of it sent him falling to the ground. The two headed creature stood above him with its sword raised ready to kill Cornelious. Cornelious rolled out of the way as the blade came down. When he was still on the ground he slashed at the Visicite’s foot. It fell to the ground. Cornelious got up and killed the monster.
That was close, Cornelious thought. His heart was beating extremely fast. He got away from the Visicite’s body feeling somewhat bad he had killed it. Almost immediately he found himself facing another Visicite. He killed that one and then was charged at by another. He felt that it was only a matter of time before he was killed. Enemy after enemy tried to disarm him and kill him.
He wished he was back in Sodiers, Canlomba, eating a B.L.T.O and reading a book. Cornelious felt feverish over the next few minutes. The battle was like a dream. A kind of dream you only have when you are very sick. He felt hot as fire and cold as ice all at the same time.
            The battle had gone little better for the others. Flitican had been disarmed and was having trouble finding his axe. Terenious had been hit in the stomach with a monster’s fist. She had the wind knocked out of her and was having trouble breathing. Elderain had spilled his quiver and was out of arrows. He dodged Visicite weapons as he tried to get more. Asher had been nearly crushed when the body of a huge Visicite fell onto him. Many Visicites either attacked him in a rage or ran away in fear when they saw The Anviser.
            After an unknown amount of time, Cornelious heard a loud voice shouting things like, “Retreat! Retreat!” and “Fly to the Eltician fort!” and “The city has been overrun!” Cornelious, when he heard the shout, ran as fast as he could in the direction the crowd of Elticians was going. Flitican barely managed to find his axe before the line of Visicites advanced over it. They had been focusing on surviving the fight, but now all of their thoughts were on running east. They all hated the word run by now.
            During the retreat the heroes all met again and were relieved to see that everyone was still alive. Asher searched and saw that Dorldan was missing in the retreating crowd. He stopped and looked back. He could see the Eltician Dorldan was disarmed and on his knees before him was the largest Visicite Asher had seen yet.
He was Visicion, The General of Lord Vallan’s armies. The great monster lifted his sword above the Eltician’s head. Visicites surrounded Dorldan and blocked Asher’s view. Dorldan is dead, he thought. Asher could not bear to look and continued to run with the army of Elticians. This is what it feels like, Asher thought. This is what it feels like to have somebody you know die. He felt enormous grief weighing on him. Don’t cry, Asher thought desperately, Crying during battle for the fallen is not something an Allitican soldier should do. Crying is weakness. But he could not help it. His first tear dripped off his face.
It was late. Lord Vallan’s army had reached the island traveling in dark wooden boats. After the retreat the Elticians had gone to The Eltician Fort on an island in the middle of The Eltician Lake. The survivors of the battle in the Eltician city were all there. One in five had fallen in the battle and an estimated 15,000 Visicites waited outside the fort. There was no possiblility of stopping an army of that size with 3,000 Elticians.
            Archers were ready at the battlements. Elderain was among them. Waiting behind the gate was the other heroes and all of the Eltician army. It was a terrible thing just waiting for the monsters to arrive. Their forces could not match such an army. A loud, THUNK, made them all jump. A Visicite battering ram had hit the entil gates of the fort.
Elderain and the other archers were shooting the Visicites trying to break down the gate but were not succeeding because the monsters holding the battering ram were in complete armor.
TWANG! went the arrows as they were shot from the bow.
TINK! went the arrows as they hit the armor and fell to the ground.
THUNK! The army of the Elticians had taken out their weapons. The heroes saw that the strong entil gate had a crack.
Visicites poured through an opening in the gate into the fort. A few of the two headed monsters fell to the archer’s arrows. The lines met. Cornelious felt feverish once again. Flitican was moving as fast as lightning in and out of the enemy lines. Elderain stood on the battlements and felt terrible as he watched the battle that would determine Eltica’s future. Asher was holding on, trying to survive, as he fought three Visicites at once. The Visicites were terrified of him, seeing that he carried The Anviser.
            Meanwhile, Sarnam sat in a room alone in the fort blindly listening to the battle. He felt that his home would be taken. Hope had left him. Just then he heard a booming sound. The army had not been able to keep the Visicites out of the castle.
            “Open up!” A Visicite said banging his fist on the door making the booming sound. Sarnam was helpless. The Visicite’s voice filled him with fear. Sarnam knew that if the Visicites managed to get into the room they would kill him.

The Finale to Book 3
Coming May 27th

Wednesday, May 17, 2017

Chapter Fourteen- Yellow


“Wait!” Cornelious shouted. Flitican drew his axe and a fight broke out. Terenious and Flitican were both red as tomatoes trying to strike each other with their weapons. Flitican was moving at Galendar speed. Terenious would not survive long.
Elderain suddenly had a panic attack and fainted onto the ground.
Asher was jumping about with smoke coming out of his ears, kicking rubble and skulls shouting, “BACON! BACON! BACON!”
“Wait! Stop!” Cornelious shouted. Flitican and Terenious took no notice of him. They were having too much fun finally taking their anger out. Terenious had kicked Flitican knocking him to the ground. Before Terenious could kill him, he rolled away. The blow from Terenious’ pearl sword missed and stuck into the ground. Flitican got up again as Terenious pulled her sword out of the entil. Cornelious then did a very brave thing. Cornelious ran in between the two fighting heroes before they charged at each other again. For a second he was worried about being run through but they stopped with their weapons pointed at him.
“Get out of the way, Canlomban!” Flitican shouted. “I need to teach this pirate some manners.”
“Pirate?!” Terenious asked angrily. “I thought I was one of you now. Maybe I should go back to King Thevian instead of hanging about with idiotic errand runners!”
            “Stop it!” Cornelious shouted. Terenious and Flitican stopped and their faces turned back to their normal colors. “You are enchanted!” Cornelious exclaimed sounding relieved. “We need to control our tempers. We will all feel better when we leave the valley. Just trust me on this one!”
            It came over them like a thunderclap of why they were so angry because they too had heard the story about The Valley of War.
“I am sorry, Flitican. I didn’t want to hurt you, and I hope I didn’t.”
            “I am fine and I forgive you,” Flitican said. “I am sorry about the way I reacted. I should have just tried to calm you down.”
Asher finally stopped shouting bacon over and over again and sat down panting. Elderain got up off the ground looking extremely dizzy and uncomfortable. Then all of them, feeling a little shaky, continued on. Now that they all knew what was going on the heroes didn’t feel as angry at each other.
The headaches they had continued. The heat did not disappear and the sun still stared at them from high above. When it grew dark they had reached the Thevian Mountains on the west side of The Valley of War. Malicina was just beyond this mountain range. What would they find there? As they set up camp they felt that their errand would soon be completed.
                The night had ended and the heroes of Gabonland began walking on the mountain path west. Darkness surrounded them like it normally did in the mountain range. The headaches left and the stuffiness disappeared. Great walls of rock rose above them. Thanks to their few hours of sleep the night before the journey was not as tiring. Flitican’s breathing became quieter as they went farther west. That meant the temperature was going down. The others began to notice too that it grew steadily colder.
After a few hours the path ended and they left the mountain range and looked at Malicina. A great cold wind hit them as they left the path. It felt absolutely wonderful but terrible at the same time. It was the saddest looking country you could ever see. No grass could be seen. No water. No trees. No cities could be seen. No people either, just a desolate and empty land of black rock. Thick fog was everywhere. The fog was even thicker than it was at The Eltician River. The Border Mountains of Gabonland, rising above them even higher than the Thevian Mountains did, could now be seen to the south. To the north was an unexpected horror. A great chasm or trench stood there like an enormous black mouth opening to swallow the heroes of Gabonland whole. The size of it took the heroes breath away. It was so wide that it seemed no bridge could ever be built. It was so deep that no living thing could go down into it.
Asher shuddered at the sight of Lord Vallan’s chasm. He felt fear. Was he afraid of heights?
On the rocky land there stood a tower.  It was tall but not as tall as Thektow. On its banner was a yellow lightning bolt. It was the only thing on the landscape besides what was behind it. Standing behind the tower, looking more impressive, was a gate. It was made of a yellow material like brass or possibly even gold. The gigantic gate spanned all the way from the Border Mountains to the terrible chasm.
            “That must be the gate that Caldortain spoke of,” Elderain said. He sounded very pleased as if the cold and emptiness of Malicina didn’t bother him at all. “The gate to Lord Vallan’s castle.”
            “In order to open it we have to pull a switch inside there,” Flitican said. He pointed at the tower. “It must be the Yellow Tarkan’s tower.” He didn’t have any need to say this out loud. Everybody was thinking it.
            “I see it all now,” Asher said, still staring at the terrible chasms. “Those chasms are the reason why there are only three ways into New Malicina’s capital. They prevent any other entry besides the gate.” Asher hated the sight of the chasms. He hated fear and that was the emotion that the chasm’s made him feel.
 “I guess we have to go into the tower,” Elderain said. He shivered. It was very cold in that desolate land. It must have been just barely above freezing. They all longed to be back in The Valley of War now even though it was depressing and enchanted. At least it was warm. A sudden feeling of fear came over him, also a feeling that he was being watched. He shook it off realizing that paying attention to such things would not help them complete their task. He began to walk up to the tower. “We can’t just stand here while Lord Vallan gets ready to destroy Gabonland and turn it into a wasteland like this.”
            “We can’t enter in a way that is simple,” Cornelious warned Elderain. “There is certain to be guards. Maybe even Visicites. I would prefer to get in without seeing them or being seen by them.”
            “But remember, Cornelious,” Elderain said, “Lord Vallan has just begun to build his army with that scepter. He stole it about 2 months ago. There is a possibility that he has not been able to put guards here yet. Building an army, choosing posts and planning battles do take a long time. It might only be The Yellow Tarkan all by himself inside that tower.”
Watching us, he added in his head. He didn’t think it was a good idea to say that aloud. He then continued to walk towards the tower. When they reached it the other heroes saw that Elderain was right. Not a living thing could be seen at the gate. No guards were posted and no Visicites could be seen. A small door was in sight to the left of the tower’s main gate. When Asher tried the door it opened easily. There was no lock.
Cornelious was very nervous. Was it supposed to be this easy? Had their plans been found out? Was the Yellow Tarkan just waiting inside ready to pounce? Then without another word the heroes of Gabonland entered the Yellow Tarkans tower.
Flitican thought he was going to have a heart attack. The room that they had come into was enormous. The beginning of a spiral staircase could be seen right next to the door they had come through. Pillars of stone held up a stone ceiling. In the middle of the large room was a hole in the ceiling. An elevator sat on the ground beneath it attached to pulleys and ropes. Weapons and hay were sitting on top of it. When Flitican got inside he was relieved to see that no Visicites could be seen. No Tarkan either.
            The journey through the castle was unnerving. The first thing they did was start climbing the spiral staircase. They felt that at any moment a Visicite guard would come towards them as they went around a corner or up another flight of stairs. If they did they would be the first people to see Visicites since the time of Bach Banderad when he fought the Visicite Chieftain Valenciteila.
Asher looked at his sword, The Anviser, and remembered its story. The tower of the Yellow Tarkan was eerie. Everything was made out of black stone. A deafening silence was the only noise they heard. The Heroes of Gabonland were having trouble finding The Switch Room which undoubtedly was guarded by the Tarkan.
            Nobody dared to suggest splitting up. What would happen if one of them ran into the Tarkan by themselves? This may have been the least dangerous of the tarkans, but Caldortain didn’t exactly say the Tarkan wasn’t dangerous at all. Splitting up couldn’t be thought of.
Their footsteps made an echo up the spiral staircase. Many doorways had already been passed. Suddenly, they all jumped when they heard a noise. CLOP! CLOP! CLOP! CLOP! The sound echoed through the castle even louder than their own footsteps did. It sounded like someone was pacing while wearing metal shoes. The one making the sound must have been very large. CLOP! CLOP! CLOP!
             The heroes almost ran away from the noise that was coming towards them but Cornelious stopped them, “There is only one other being in this castle.” He said in a whisper that sounded too loud, “The Yellow Tarkan. Those footsteps are almost certainly his. If we follow the sound we will be led to the switch room.”
They did not want to do this but they would have to if they wanted to save all of Gabonland from becoming desolate like New Malicina. Cornelious led the heroes up the winding stairs. The noise was coming from above. As they got higher the clopping got louder. It sounded much closer. The others envied Cornelious’ bravery as he led them up, knowing full well that if the Yellow Tarkan tried to kill somebody it would be him. The winding stairs stopped at a door. They could have touched the tower’s ceiling if they wanted to. The clopping stopped. The heroes of Gabonland held their breath.
            They all stood outside the door. Not even Cornelious reached out to turn the knob. The heroes pondered about what would happen when they got inside. The clopping was definitely coming from the door in front of them. Elderain felt an evil presence. He still felt that he was being watched. Suddenly, before any of them could get the courage to open the door, it opened, and two hands with many gold rings on them grabbed Cornelious and Flitican and pulled them in.
            Seeing their friends taken through the door Asher, Elderain, and Terenious rushed after them. Inside the bare and empty room was a tall man holding Cornelious and Flitican. He wore a yellow cloak and silver chainmail. His shoes were made of leather that was dyed yellow. The tips of the shoes were gold and sharp. His breastplate was brass. He wore a silver helmet with yellow swirls on them as decoration. His face was stern and cold. He looked human but had a very interesting characteristic. Instead of having two arms like a normal human, he had four. He let go of Cornelious and Flitican very roughly sending them falling to the ground.
            “What are you doing here?!” shrieked the 4-armed man. “What are you doing in my tower?! Who on earth do you think you are?!”
Cornelious and Flitican got up off the ground. All five of the heroes faced the Yellow Tarkan. This was the moment they had been waiting for.
            “We,” Asher said as bravely as he could. The cold and stern face of the Tarkan made him very nervous. “We have been sent here by the Bacnaltican King to save his daughter and retrieve the stolen Scepter of the Visicite King.”
            “What?!” the Yellow Tarkan shouted so loudly that The Heroes of Gabonland could hear the word vibrate through the ground. The tower seemed to shake. His face darkened and he grew taller.
“I see,” he said. His voice was no longer a shout. He sounded calmer but a strong sense of malice was felt by the heroes. “You are a miniature rebellion trying to stop Lord Vallan and save Gabonland.” He drew his four swords with his four hands. “The rebellion will end now. Resistance to the future king of Gabonland will not be tolerated. King Vallan believes that treason should be punished by death.”
            Elderain put an arrow on his ivory bow. Flitican took out the Grimapolian axe. Cornelious raised up Tewarben. Asher drew The Anviser and Terenious drew her pearl sword. The Yellow Tarkan gave a shout and charged towards them. The sound of clashing metal was in the room.
Elderain was knocked to the ground before he could shoot the Yellow Tarkan. As he fell he twisted his wrist. It felt sprained. The pain was so excruciating that he could not get up.
Cornelious was carefully trying to avoid getting hit with the hilt of the Tarkan’s sword. He did not want a repeat of the fight with King Thevian. Tewarben had not yet even touched the Tarkan’s sword.
When Flitican realized that the Yellow Tarkan had no armor on his legs a plan formed in his mind. Asher vaguely saw Terenious fall down beside him but was too busy blocking blows to do anything about it. Elderain crawled to Terenious side, now ignoring the pain in his wrist, and was relieved to see that she was not killed. Only her entil armor had been hit and was not pierced. Flitican cut off one of the Tarkan’s arms after almost being beheaded. The Yellow Tarkans other arms continued moving to kill the others.
            “You Fool!” the Yellow Tarkan shreiked. His face twisted with pain. He still fought Cornelious, and Asher. “A Galendar cannot kill a Tarkan!”
Flitican saw his chance and cut the Yellow Tarkan’s legs from under him.
The Yellow Tarkan shrieked in pain and fell forward. He was not dead. “You little rebellion!” He shouted, “You may have beaten me but you have not stopped Lord Vallan! This war between us has only just begun! You will not come out of it alive! I, Pargon, may have been defeated but the others are much more powerful than me! They will find you!” the monsterous villain cackled loudly.
Asher finished him off. The Yellow Tarkan had been beaten.

Coming May 22nd