Swords of the Secret Son

Chapter 17 - Jay Nex

"I hear a boy is running around trying to get the regions to rebel against Vision!" Thrarlen Namill, the traitorous dwarf who was the cause of my death, huffed.

"Why in the world would anyone want to go against Vision?" Another dwarf asked.

"Well, they are a bit insensitive, but they certaintly know how to get a region on their side," a third dwarf grinned, rubbing his zelons across his warty, wrinkly face.

"Of course I'll fight for Vision! I just want another thousand zelons! Aye, and a new blade."

"Poor Glidgark. They just took him away!"

"Just because he didn't want to fight..."

"Neither do I. But I like my money! I may just runaway when the time comes to fight."

"Traitor! Give me that!"

"It's mine! I earned it!"

"By lying!"

I had had enough. The vision faded and I got a migraine in return. Vander was going to stumble right into a trap made from bribery. I had to do something!

"The dwarves are traitors!" I yelled at Clarence.

"So?" He asked.

"Vander's going to get captured!"

"Then go tell him. I'll come."

"Fine! Hurry up!" I shouted in frustration, gliding at twice the speed of a mortal to catch up with Vander before he left. I "ran" as fast as I could to the giants' mountains where I knew he was last. From afar, I could see what looked like a party of three on horses. As we got closer, I realized it was Vander and Rehnnyn! And then the centaur. But he wasn't as crucial to my message.

"The dwarves have been corrupted. The man who turned us in isn't the only one. Do not venture that far into danger. It is not worth it; they are gone," I whispered, though in his head I could tell it sounded like I was yelling from his reaction.

The after life was quite odd. At least the in between portion that I belonged in at the moment was. Imagine someone placed a thin layer of a spider web or a mossy substance over the mortal world. You live on top of that, where you can see everyone below you but they can't see you. You can speak to them, but it only works in one head at a time. You can pull invisible strings, as it seems, and manipulate things in the mortal world.

I was now in that strange world, out of the mortal world, but not yet in that lulling state that all Beings fell into after they fulfilled their purpose.

Now I just had to fulfill mine.

Vander convinced his powerful companions not to approach the dwarves and they decided to sneak into the sixth region and recruit the elves. Immediately, I spoke to Rehnnyn, the leader of this crew, and said, "Do not dare venture into another region until your forces are stronger! Go to the unicorns or the pixies or even dare to venture into the dragon kingdom, but do not leave Celienth until you have some backup!" I persisted. Rehnnyn began to speak to me back, however I cut him off. "Security has been increased. You can no longer take the regions with stealth! Only pure power and force will help you now." I was wiser than I had been at any time in my entire life as a Being. I could see everything with Clarence's seeing orb, from the position of Vision's soldiers to the feathers on Arezark's arrows. Perhaps it was for the better that I became a Being. I truly was the Resistance's greatest ally.

"We're going to the unicorns, boy. Centaur," Rehnnyn stopped in his tracks, turned his horse forty five degrees, and began to ride off towards the ultimate species of light.

"Why?" Arezark asked and I spoke to him. He was a bit harder to reach, his magical roots much thinner than Rehnnyn's, but I got the message across just fine. "I do not take orders from an elf, even if you are a Being now," he thought back to me.

"Then do not take orders for my sake but for your own, great Arezark," I replied, trying to appeal to his arrogance. Arezark grunted and followed Rehnnyn; I took that as a yes.

The group of three rode to the outside of a small enclosure of hedges with roses growing rapidly on them. I could even see the petals slowly opening. There were a few large weeping willow trees overhead, dropping red little pellets like blood red hail. A foot tall, silver, glistening unicorn statue sat just outside the arc on a tree stump as a shrine.

"Jassin," Rehnnyn called softly. A pearly white, blinding, radiant creature galloped under the arc indicating the entrance of the enclosure. He had a long, untangled, silver mane and a horn colored with a soft blue gradation that was darkest as the base.

"My friend. What do I owe the honor of having you in my kingdom?" The brilliant creature asked. A musical sound came from the unicorn yet no mouth moved.

"My companions and I are here to request your magic in battle," Rehnnyn said after bowing.

"My followers would be glad to help the cause," the unicorn king Jassin smiled.

"I don't want a unicorn's help," Arezark huffed. Unicorns were a gracious and kind species, to everyone, yet the centaurs seemed to have a grudge against them for being the more advanced species derived from the horse.

"I'm sure you don't mean that, young Arezark," said Jassin, infuriating Arezark even more.

"Young?" Vander scoffed under his breath. Compared to the thousand year old unicorn, Arezark certaintly was young, however according to Vander, one hundred eighty years is quite a feat. Rehnnyn glared at Vander for his careless rudeness towards Arezark.

"Sir, please meet us -" Jassin cut Rehnnyn off.

"We'd me happy to meet you and our new allies at Myronaeon in a little less than a fortnight, Rehnnyn," Jassin himself bowed, bending his front left leg, his horn touching the ground.

"I'm glad to have your help. We appreciate it greatly," Rehnnyn grinned, motioning for Arezark and Vander to follow him out.

"Well that was more successful than I had hoped!" Rehnnyn exclaimed with joy.

"I cannot believe you enlisted the unicorns' help!" Arezark yelled, frustrated.

"You agreed to do what you could to help us. Tolerating a higher species is part of that," Vander misspoke greatly as Arezark stopped in his tracks.

"There is no higher species than a centaur. What kind of lies do they teach you in your human school?" Arezark asked angrily.

"I never went to school," Vander grumbled, his hand on his sword handle.

"That explains a lot," Arezark galloped towards Vander, about to plunge his blade into Vander's unshielded skin, when I decided to use newfound powers to help out the one person who helped me out when I was shunned from the world. Forming a gust a wind that knocked the weapons out of Arezark's and Vander's hands, I spoke to both of them.

"Fight not with each other, but with Vision! Arezark, you and your kind are needed by the people, but you need to learn to tolerate the unicorns," I calmed down Arezark.

"Vander, you must try to flatter Arezark for the sake of the world. Please," I said to Vander and grinned. I was always trying to suppress his ego.