Dragnara: The Last Dragon Rel (First Draft)

Chapter 3

Chapter 3

Grandon sat on his throne and glanced above his royal throne doors. Sitting, listening, and waiting for any news of his son's quest. He had been waiting for quite some time. It felt like eons. The time of the world could have become a thing in the past; a drop of style, a sapphire in a field of diamonds and he would lack the knowledge of it. Time seemed as if it turned its back on him and froze itself only to displease him further and further driving him deeper into the stages of madness and fear.

Suddenly, a knock on the royal throne room was heard. It is Brisnak, the elf king thought to himself. It has to be. He smiled as he pulled his robe up past his ankles so that he could walk briskly to the throne room door without tripping. He decided whether Brisnak failed or passed the quest he was still going to inherit the throne. Grandon held his breath as he slowly made his way off of the throne, trying to do so as quickly as his old joints would allow him.

"Come in son, the door is unlocked."

The huge yew crafted door stayed shut. Grandon thought of it as good manners as he progressed closer to the door. He finally reached it the yew doors. He released his long held breath and then twisted a golden knob on the yew crafted door. It was crafted with carved portraits of the kings before Grandon. He normally rubs the last one on the far left top row, the carving of his father for luck. Shit, he thought to himself he had forgotten to rub his father's portrait. He then held the twisted knob in his hand wishing it wasn't too late to rub the carving. He knew that the person behind this door was a bearer of bad news or an enemy such as Racon. He was a very superstitious man and he was almost never wrong about his thoughts.

The king quickly swung the door open, ready to face his fears. He knew that anything that was said was going to upset him. He had opened the door, but he couldn't see anyone. "I'm down here Grandon." Grandon looked below and saw a dwarf that he remembered instantly. This dwarf was indeed very close to him almost like a brother. "Grimlim, what are you doing here in Terisan?" Grimlim looked down at his boots and then pointed to a tea table in the throne room. "Can, we talk this over wine, bread and cheese, Grandon?"

"Do not humble yourself, Grimlim, you are a king of the dwarves. But to answer your question, I prefer we drink ale, which is your favorite drink right? Dragnassian ale, I purchased a keg last time I was in Palon valley."

The two entered into the throne room, Grandon so far was happy that the visitor didn't bare horrid news, or so he thought. The table was empty and long. The two kings picked a spot on each side so that they could carry out a conversation.

"Grandon, the reason I asked you to sit is because I have news that maybe hard to swallow." Grandon looked down at the wooden table he then looked at his throne. He was right once again. He wanted to curse himself for not rubbing the portrait. Then he had a dark thought. Who was to be the king of elves when he dies? He thought for a moment and had a dark image in his head. He then stood up and walked over to his throne, "I would much prefer the news while sitting on my throne."

"As, long as you are sitting; sir I do not mind."

Grandon pulled his robe up and sat at his throne hoping for the best. Grimlim stood up and then he walked a bit closer to the throne. He bowed his head and let his left knee hit the marble floor. "Sir, your son is dead. I was worried about him. I sent two of my finest knights to keep an eye on him. I only wish they would have made more haste."

"He was found dead and burnt. No doubt it was the furry of the last dragon rel," The dwarf said with sincere sorrow on his face.

"Racon, killed my son? The heir to the throne of the elves is dead?"

"Sir, we can retaliate if you wish. My army is at your disposal."

Grandon stood up and walked over to his dwarf friend. That is all he needed was a friend to help him with his struggles. He knew that the dwarves wanted the last dragon rel dead as much as he did. Their people have suffered the same doom that he is feeling now. The only struggle is creating the tactics to defeat and triumph over Racon and his goblin and orc army. This battle was not one to shake a hand upon. This is war. Bloodshed was bound to happen. Grandon pulled his robe up just above his knees and then he hit the marble floor to join his friend.

"We will overcome his army together."

***

The night grew cold in Riverwell. Remnants of the fire lingered beside me and the night was so dark that a hand could not be seen in the air. Nor could orcs or goblins for that matter; a loud crunch of a broken branch came from the tree in which Betty was tied to. I stood up and squatted down and shook Bilware. Bilware woke up shouting, "It is not even day break!" I tried to hush him. It was far too late for that. I could hear a croaky voice saying, "I will take care of this you just take this horse. Check her satchels too."

"Yes, sir what a lovely snack," said another croaky voice.

"Like hell you aren't eating shit!" Bilware hollered.

I then heard a leap coming from beside me. Then I could hear a sound like a roar coming from him. Then a bright light illuminated the dark. The light was bright blue and the outlines of the orcs could be seen. That is all I needed for a signal. I reached for my bow across my back. Shit, I took it off an put it in Betty's satchel while training swords with Bilware, and shit grandpa's staff is in there too along with the heirloom shield and the sword.

Before I knew it the blue light spun towards the outline of the dominant orc. The light revealed him a little bit inch by inch as the source of blue light progressed. Then the light hit the target pushing him back, deep into the atmosphere. The orc landed on a pile of snow. Then Bilware produced his wand from his never ending pouch of goods and magical items and flicked it at the second orc sending him into the opposite direction. I then quickly ran over to Betty. She was shaking. I had never seen her shake before. My guess was that she was in shock of the events that had just occurred. I then pulled out my bow and quiver and threw my quiver around my shoulder. I did not take the time to think of resting it on Betty's satchel. I then produced an arrow from the quiver and Bilware interrupted me. "It is no use now they're dead."

Shit, I thought to myself. I was thinking or hoping I could get some long awaited action. 

Through the river,

Across the city,

The tavern girls they sleep for the ity bity ,

Careful fisherman no telling what the sea will allow you to catch.

-Song of the Dwarf Pub in SunGuard