Mermaids are Menacing (Book 2) Complete

19.) Vihar

Vihar scampered through the large open halls of his grandsires wing on all fours. Thick rugs muffled the sound of his tiny claws on the floor. If he was feeling particularly bored he would hide at the end of a corridor.

Crouching, he would wait patiently for his next unsuspecting prey to pass by. When a maid or butler would turn the corner he would leaping out with wings splayed wide and screech. He found it particularly funny if the human dropped what they were carrying. He wished they would cry out when he scared them it was disapointing that they never screamed like the animals did when he went hunting. His grandsires humans were raised to serve, they had to remain quiet and never raise their voice under any circumstances. If they screamed in terror because of a prank they would have had to be punished but Vihar didn't care about that. True to his name, he was a little storm that blew through the mountain unrestricted.

The high lord spent long stretches of his days sleeping. This left Vihar to entertain himself however he saw fit with whatever he wanted. Maids and butlers always had food and water delivered to his table when he sat down. There were many pretty and shiny things in his collection, and he gad a warm place to sleep. All of these were good things but none of them curbed his boredom.

What Vihar liked hunting best but it was required that he have an adult with him when he went.

When Vihar went to his first uncle, Dante said that he was to busy to hunt or practice flying. His second uncle, Talon was to busy playing with his pets. While there were many fun things in Talons wing Vihar didn't like the way it smelled In there, the scent was overpowering, to the point he couldn't smell anything els. It made his head feel funny.

Down below in his sires wing, his sire Cerastes was taking his long sleep. He was supposed to pick up his dáme but instead he went to bed, this annoyed Vihar. His Dàme ways played with him and now they were both away. With nothing better to do, he ran through the halls jumping and glinding downwards. His black braided hair rose and fell behind him line a second tail. Vihar ended up in front of a door near his fathers wing. The door was big and tall, wedged in the stone wall. He was born in that wing, he remembered.

He put his small brown hand against the door and thought, open. The door opened easily at his touch. It felt dark and empty. After walking through the front room he ran his black claws against the wall and urged the lights brighten. The path infront of him became well lit, the carpets with worn places, exposed the floor underneath. He walked through the long stone hall with his black tail swishing behind him.

At the end of the hall was a sitting room. Old furniture and a big stair case at the other side of the room. He took in the smells and walked to the first door on his right. He opened the door and the lights turned on inside. He was born in this room. Such a small room. A bed with a bare  dented mattress, a single desk, and one couch infront of the fireplace. He looked inside but didn't go in.

He smelled a stale scent of his sire, a damp musty scent from wood left in a stack by the fire place, but his dámes scent wasn't there. He closed the door to continue his exploration. The lower floor was boring. A toilet, bath, kitchen and storage. There was plenty of rooms at the top of the mountain, why did his sire and that missing uncle live down here?

He climbed the stairs and went to the rooms on the left. The first was a bedroom without anything interesting. There was no smell of anyone being in there, but the next room made the trip worth his while. Why was there so many interesting things kept on the lowest level!? It was a room with lots of books and no windows. He entertained himself by looking at the strange items that lined desks and shelves. There were so many things he had never seen before. Big glass jars where you could see layers of soil and the roots of plants burrowing through them. In the jar tiny bugs crawled on the plants leaves and clouds whisper around the top of the jar. Vihar was trying to figure out to take the wax seal off the jar so he could touch those whispy clouds when he saw something shiny on the floor.

He left the jar behind and scampered over to the new curiosity. They weren't like any rocks he had seen before, kept inside a bag made of tiney twisted ropes like a spider's web, were many oddly shaped rocks. These rocks were very fragile he quickly discovered. The first one he picked up broke into thin fragments in his hands. He wiped off the crumbled remains and left them to litter the floor. He picked up the next much more carefully, the rock was no bigger than his finger and it spiraled around and around in a thin egg shell colored point. Some rocks were fan shaped with a ridged chalky outside and a smooth rainbow inside. Pretty. I'll keep it, Vihar thought putting it aside gently to take for his own.

He started making a pile of things he wanted to take back to his room. Another big tooth. Shiny rocks. A jar with clouds. A skull that grew moss on its top. As his pile was grew bigger and bigger, he thought he might need to make a couple trips to take it all up with him. Then something new caught his eye. It was a book on a high shelf but the spine was painted with gold swirling decorations.

I want that, Vihar thought. Unable to fly, he began climbing the stone book shelf. Books were knocked over and tumbled down to the floor below with loud thunks. When he finally reached a clawed finger on his next prize he tipped it towards himself. Unfortunatly the book was heavier than he had expected and it dropped to the floor with a loud thunk.

He jumped off the stone book case and flapped his wings quickly to soften his landing. The book had fallen open, exposing its contents to his dark peering eyes. To Vihars surprise it wasn't like the books he had seen before, it had many drawings on the inside not just words.
He began turning the pages. There were many fantastic creatures in the book: Humans with fish tails, dragons that lived under water,and trees with faces! He liked this book very much.

But what he liked best were the treasure pictures. A book mark had been left inside the volume. Vihar read the title on the page. "The Pearl of the Sea Dragon."  It was painted white with a rainbow sheen. He wanted that to.
He wanted to have all the treasures listed on these pages. The green mountains heart, the everlasting ice from the crystal sea, the eye of the desert. He spent more time than he had planned in this room, he only realized how long when his stomach began to rumble. If there was good things in this book, what might be in all the others? His tummy grumbled again. Vihar picked up his book and a couple shiny rocks, looking sadly at the remaining pile and stacks of books on the shelves, he quietly promised the things that he would come back for them later.

Vihar made the long walk back up the mountain pleased with his haul of treasures. As he walked he planning where he would keep not just the goodies In his arms, but all the things he found in that room. Of course he would bring them to his room at the top of the mountain but where would be the best spot? Then he smelled a unfamiliar scent.

"Hello little lord?" The voice called out. When Vihar turned he was looking up at a dragoness with purple eyes.

"Hello." He answered.