Fortress of the Fire Child

By John D. Hartman

In Return of the Fire Child, T.J. grudgingly accepted his destiny as the Fire Child, protector of the Inner World, a civilization located within the core of the Earth. Along with his three teen friends, Scott, Chad and Crash, he returned to the land of his birth to battle the evil that threatened not only his world but also the surface world where he had been raised. Pursued by a Gorgon and her legion of cats, they quickly learned that the Inner World was a land of myth filled with strange creatures and dangerous beasts such as the boys had never imagined.

In Quest of the Fire Child, T.J. sought to establish himself as the protector of his world and faced new dangers from ruthless men and creatures that wished to destroy him. Once again he must call upon his three friends who, along with the wolf boy, Criton, risk their lives attempting to bring peace to a world in turmoil. T.J. learned that his mother was still alive and he set out to rescue her from the brutish Mordraves. He also discovered that Scott is his half-brother and the bond between the two boys becomes stronger than ever before.

Now, in Fortress of the Fire Child, T.J. and his friends face further danger in the form of Aquatis, a ruthless shape shifter who once battled the Fire Child's father and who now seeks revenge against the son. Intrigue continues as Mathias, the T.J.'s arch enemy, reappears and attempts to regain the throne of Stonemass, the chief city of the Inner World. Further danger ensues as an army of mercenaries march forward to attack the Fortress, home of the Fire Child, and T.J. begins to doubt his own power pitted against such formidable odds.

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse
• Release date: Feb 18, 2011
• ISBN: 9781456747312

John D. Hartman

Following the completion of the four volume fantasy series, The Fire Child, the author published his third book of short stories entitled After the Fall. His time away from novel writing provided the opportunity to develop new plot lines and characters for a totally different fantasy series beginning with Druid Island. “My sole purpose in writing fantasy novels is to entertain the reader and to capture his or hers imagination. Each tale should be like an amusement park ride in which the reader holds on to their seat anticipating what is around the next bend. Film has the advantage of being able to create special effects that flash before the reader’s eyes, whereas books need to create visual effects using only the reader’s mind and imagination. The reader should be able to ‘see’ what is taking place on the pages of the novel. For a writer, it is important not to fall into the trap of repeating old story lines or thinly disguising the same old characters.”

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Contents

RECAP

ONE

TWO

THREE

FOUR

EPILOGUE

RECAP

In the beginning, darkness covered the earth… with these words the Bible begins the story of creation. What happened following man’s banishment from Paradise forms the basis for the Fire Child fantasy adventure series.

In book one, Return of the Fire Child, the reader was introduced to four teenage boys: Scott, Thaddeus, known as T.J., Chad and Juan, who’s nickname is Crash. Friends since grade school, although from totally different backgrounds, the boys lived a rather normal childhood until their school teacher is unexpectedly taken ill and she is replaced by an elderly woman who seems to have an inordinate dislike for Scott. As the story unfolds, it is revealed that the teacher is really a mythological Gorgon who once had battled against Scott’s father when he was just a youngster. Scott’s father, Greg, is a Fire Child, one of the protectors of an area known as the Inner World. Scott learns about his father’s past and about the Inner World, which was fashioned after mankind’s fall from Paradise as the territory of exile for the originally created humans and beasts. Once they were removed from the surface of the world, a new creation, the one of which we are all a part, was begun. Unknown to the outer world, the Inner World continues to exist.

The leader of the Fire Children is called the Old One. He was the mentor to Scott’s father while the boy was growing up, but after Greg failed to destroy the Gorgon as instructed, although he did succeed in sending her back to the Inner World, it seemed as if the Old One had abandoned Greg. Greg grew up and married, rejecting his previous life as a Fire Child.

With the return of the Gorgon, however, Scott is placed in danger and Greg must take up his duties as a Fire Child once again. Moving ahead with the story, T.J. is revealed to be the son of the Old One and is also a Fire Child. Following the death of the Old One, and being pursued by the Gorgon and her legion of cat soldiers, T.J. takes his three friends into the Inner World where they meet a strange assortment of beasts and creatures, some friendly, some not. Joining them in their quest is Criton, a small boy who is really a werewolf. Criton ends up biting Chad and turning him into a werewolf like himself so that Chad can better protect himself from the dangers of the Inner World. Later, Crash is also given a special power that affects his lungs so that he is able to freeze items by breathing upon them. The boys eventually make their way to Stonemass, the capital city of the Inner World, where they do battle against the Gorgon, destroying her and her army and succeeding in establishing T.J. as the new protector of the Inner World.

At the conclusion of book one, T.J. stays within the Inner World while his three friends return to their normal lives of the surface world.

In book two, Quest of the Fire Child, T.J. has given up his life in the outer world and is now living permanently within the Inner World. Following their adventures in the first book, the other three boys had returned to their regular routine within the surface world, but when danger threatens them, T.J. and Criton go to protect them. Not wanting their families to face any harm, the boys return to the Inner World with T.J. where they face new dangers and an assortment of enemies, the main one being Eurgar, who is the sister of the Gorgon, Gordon, who was destroyed in the first book.

In the second book, many new details are revealed about the existence of the Inner World including the fact that Criton is destined to one day unite his world with the outer one so as to restore the peace and beauty of Paradise. T.J. also discovers that his mother is still alive and had not died in childbirth as he had been previously told. He learns that she is a captive of the Gorgon and a group of hulking beasts known as the Mordraves. Scott also learns that he and T.J. are more than just friends. Due to the mingling of T.J.’s DNA with Scott’s, prior to Scott’s birth, they are really half brothers.

Upon returning to the Inner World, Chad and Crash regain their previous powers, which they had lost once they left that world and returned to their own. T.J.’s skills as a Fire Child are also growing and, following a series of adventures that nearly cost Chad his life, the boys set out to rescue T.J.’s mother. The boys succeed, but T.J. is unable to destroy the Gorgon, instead he imprisons her within a lake of ice. With temporary peace restored to the Inner World, Scott, Chad and Crash return to the outer world and await the day when they can return once more to the land of myth and fantasy.

ONE

T.J. woke in a cold sweat, his mouth dry and his heart racing. The dream had been revisited upon him as it had been for the past three nights. In it he saw himself fighting a faceless being in the midst of a raging sea and, despite his best efforts, he was being pulled beneath the waves and drowning. He tossed his arms about wildly in an attempt to resurface, but the blackness slowly engulfed him.

As he pulled himself out of the dream, it took considerable effort on his part not to scream out and wake the others. He glanced over at the four boys who were sharing his room: Scott, his half brother and best friend, Chad, who had nearly died from a previous encounter with one of the evil creatures that roamed the Inner World, Crash, full of bluster and yet so unsure of himself ever since he nearly betrayed the others, and Criton, the little wolf boy upon whom the fate of the entire world would one day rest.

T.J. swallowed hard and wiped away the burning sweat from his eyes. He took in several deep breaths in an effort to calm his body and gain control of his emotions. He heard the gentle movement that came from Scott’s bed and saw the boy restlessly rolling from side to side and he wondered if his brother was somehow experiencing the fear that he felt.

As a group, the boys had faced tremendous dangers and they had survived in part because of the friendship and loyalty that they shared. As T.J. stared across at them, he knew that soon a battle would come that only he could face. That he was the greatest of all the Fire Children who had walked the Earth had been proven, but he wondered if even he possessed the strength needed to defeat the unknown terror that he sensed was drawing ever nearer.

T, are you okay? Scott was sitting up in his bed watching him.

Yes, Scotty. Go back to sleep.

There’s something not right, T. I can feel it. In the dim light of the room, Scott searched his half brother’s face for some clue and he felt the small spasm hit his body. He shivered and caught his breath. T, what is it? What’s going on?

The surf had been churning and pounding the rocks along the shoreline mercilessly for nearly six days, the result of several volcanic eruptions occurring deep on the ocean’s floor. Each new eruption lifted the water with increased force so that the heavy waves were thrown to the shore where they slammed one after another until the sand and smaller rocks were loosened and slipped away in the ebb and flow. In doing so, the resulting gaps succeeded in undermining the much larger stones so that they slowly began to shift from their own weight. As one exceptionally brutal wave crashed against a disturbed section of the rocks, a large slab teetered and fell revealing a small grotto that had been hidden behind it. The water now had a place to fill and it quickly rushed in to flood the area.

Within the dank cave, set upon a large granite block nearly seven feet high, a black gooey mass burned brightly. The fire acted to encase the thick tar like substance, but now the intruding water rose and reached its level and washed over, succeeding in dousing the flames.

At first there seemed to be no reaction, but gradually the lump cooled and began to throb and shift until the contours of a human shape slowly developed. The evolving organism stretched and twitched and newly formed arms shot up as if trying to snatch at something invisible, only to fall back limply to the sides with a splashing plop. After a few more moments, the upper portion of the torso raised itself at the waist and sat upright. The creature had no face, but various shapes quickly fashioned themselves making up the nose, the lips and the eyes, and, lastly, ears sprouted from the sides completing the head. The naked form continued its slow transformation until all the body parts completed the man’s appearance and it seemed as if nothing of the beast remained. The pupils of the eyes, however, betrayed the man’s appearance. They were black and so large that they filled the entire socket and they bulged out and appeared as if they were melting for thick strands ran down the face. The creature used his hands to gather the sticky substance and shove it back into the cavity where the pupils gradually shrunk until they looked human.

In the darkness of the grotto, the man creature shifted, pushing forward his legs and arms and twisting his neck back and forth so as to loosen the muscles. The mass had not moved since it had been captured upon the stone slab and the cave had been sealed over fifty years before. The developing muscles pulsated and expanded and the sound of the new bones as they crackled and calcified, providing the framework upon which the fleshy enveloping skin could hang without sagging, echoed within the room.

The dark man threw his legs off to the side and allowed them to dangle there for several minutes. The ocean water felt cool and soothing and he sensed life slowly flowing back into him. He pushed off and lowered himself so that his entire body was immersed and he opened his mouth and swallowed, allowing the seawater to fill him. It flowed through his veins as blood would flow through a human’s vascular system. He was alive and the memory of where he was, and of what he was, returned. His name was Aquatus, a creature of the seas, and he took a moment to glance around and quickly spotted the stone steps leading upward from his prison and he swam toward them.

Erected high above the rocks and overlooking the ocean, was the only temple of the Inner World. It was not a holy place, however, for it had been used by a group of the first men to be banished from the outer world and was constructed not to glorify the Creator, but to honor the dark powers that had first tempted mankind. Most creatures despised the edifice for it served to represent the evil and sinfulness that caused men and beasts to be initially banished from the surface world. Through the eons of time, the Fire Children had attempted to destroy it, but the building remained intact, seemingly impervious to even the awesome power of that illustrious group.

The tall dark man struggled a bit as he practiced using his new legs, and he slowly climbed the stairs until he reached a large wooden door. He put his shoulder tightly against it and pushed with considerable effort until the screams of the rusted hinges announced the door’s opening. Entering the temple, he nearly lost his balance and he stumbled, but he made his way to the marble altar upon which rested the large golden idol of the serpent with its body coiled around a tree and in whose mouth a glowing orb was held. Aquatus prostrated himself before the figure and thanked the evil one for his new life. A goblet filled with blood had stood upon the altar for many years and the creature took hold and lifted it to his lips and drank it down. He felt the bitter liquid racing through his body and he shivered with pleasure.

The interior of the temple was layered with years of accumulated grainy dirt and a film of fine gray dust. The air was musty and held an odd odor, powerful and unpleasant. There were few statues lining the walls or set against the pillars, but those that were there were carved into the images of gruesome beasts and they were positioned so as to face away from the altar, as if watching for any unwanted beings that might approach. The high vaulted ceiling was painted sky blue and the cracks within it resembled the jagged lines of lightning flashes. Four winged creatures had been set into the ceiling staring down, but their shape could hardly be distinguished for they seemed to be floating within a gray haze.

The tall dark figure walked over to one of the nearby statues, much larger than he and quite bulky, and he rubbed his hands over it gently as he permitted himself a wide smile. I have returned, Aquatus whispered hoarsely, his throat aching from the vibration of the spoken words, and soon I shall rule once more. The stone statue heaved, as if taking a breath. Rest easy for a while longer, my pet. Your time will come soon enough.

Making his way to the thick wooden doors that marked the exit from the temple, the creature took hold of the handles and pushed them, opening the door with a flourish. The brightness of the day rushed into the edifice and he threw his hands up in front of his eyes for the glare nearly blinded him. He squinted and allowed his vision to focus as he walked out of the building and gazed at the large clearing that was littered with skulls and ancient weapons and at the thick woods located directly across from him. He rolled his head and growled like some wild animal and he shouted out: To all that is unholy I pledge myself. Let the world be placed at my feet and let all humans and creatures know fear and anguish. I have returned to claim all that is mine!

Nearly drowning out his voice and reverberating like thunder, the nearby heavy surf continued to pound the rocks. Aquatus watched and waited as from out of the forest a dozen small creatures appeared and slowly slinked forward. They had heard the voice rising above the waves and they stared at the man-thing standing before the temple and their hearts leaped with recognition. They moved forward with a loping gait and were greeted by his booming words.

My little ones! My children, my precious goblins! I knew that you would wait for my return. Come! Come to me. The creatures quickly gathered around him. Each was no more than three feet high and their wrinkled faces held a slight green tinge. Black oily hair sprouted wildly from the crown of each head and thick, bushy eyebrows nearly hid their eyes. Their noses were long, crooked and curved downward at the tip. Thick brown lips encircled each mouth and parted to show tiny pointed teeth. The goblins rubbed their long bony hands together gleefully, pleased that their master had returned at last. He smiled at them. Now, my little ones let us make our plans and then we go to summon the others.

Deception considered itself a small village, but no one in the Inner World ever spoke of it in quite that fashion. To those familiar with it, it was nothing more than a temporary dwelling place for thieves, rebels and murderers. Seldom did anyone with morals or scruples venture too near the compound even though it was set within the lush jungle on one of the most beautiful of the small islands that were situated less than a quarter mile from the coast. It could not be said that any one person was the elected head of the village, although Alphonse Ragweed, owner of the large tavern that dominated all the other dwellings, was deferred to as the unofficial counselor.

For a price, any item of pleasure that human or creature could desire was usually to be had at Alphonse’s establishment. Ragweed ruled his private kingdom with an iron fist and even the seediest of characters were known to back down from any direct confrontation with him or members of his crew.

It was nearly midnight when the stranger, dressed head to foot in a long black robe with a heavy cowl pulled over his head so as to hide his face, entered the tavern, and while the noise did not abate, most eyes were quick to follow him as he made his way to the bar. Once there, the barkeep approached while stifling a yawn.

What can I get you? he asked in a surly tone.

Thank you, but I require nothing to drink. I merely seek information.

We sell liquor only. If you’re not drinking, I suggest that you move on for you’ll get nothing else here.

The stranger gave a crooked smile and quickly shot up his hand, wrapping his fingers tightly around the barkeeper’s throat. The man gasped and his eyes bulged slightly as he felt his ability to breathe being cut off.

As I said, I wish some information. I am sure you will be only too happy to oblige. Is that not so?

Yes…yes. Of course. the barkeep’s voice came out raspy and the dark man released him.

Good. Aquatus reached into his pocket and withdrew a gold nugget the size of his fist that he set upon the bar. Now that we understand each other, you will see that I richly reward those who serve me.

The barman was about to signal for his companions to come to help him get rid of this fiend, but he eyed the nugget greedily while continuing to rub his throat, swallowing with some difficulty, and he quickly changed his mind. If you had offered the gold in the first place, the words came out huskily, I would have been only too glad to assist you.

The man in black narrowed his eyes and placed his hand over the nugget. And if I should withdraw the nugget now, can I still count on you to be as cooperative?

The barkeep was about to say no, but the tightness of his throat was still too fresh in his mind. He held his tongue and Aquatus leered at him and spoke softly.

I have been away for quite a long time and I need to learn what has been happening. Would it be wrong for me to suppose that the Fire Children continue to meddle into the affairs of this world? And does the Old One still profess to be the all powerful one?

The Old One is dead.

Dead? The word was uttered with total surprise.

It is said that he was killed while in the outer world. The other Fire Children who served under the Old One are also gone. Not long ago they were murdered by one of the Gorgons.

Within the folds of the cowl, the dark man’s eyes were wide and his grip tightened upon the gold nugget, crushing it without thinking. The barkeep stared at the small mound of gold dust that remained and became frightened by the stranger’s display of strength. So all the Fire Children are dead, Aquatus muttered softly, almost to himself. The so-called protectors of our world are now gone making the world wide open to those with the courage to take what they want.

No, not quite, the barman was quick to correct him. There are two Fire Children who still remain. They are young compared to the others who came before them and they have been dwelling in the surface world their entire lives. It appears that the one has decided to stay there, but the second has returned to his ancestral home. It has been reported that he is the son of the Old One.

The son! You are sure?

A large, ugly man with a scar that seemed to split his face in half had been sitting at the bar next to the stranger half listening to the conversation. He emptied his glass and slammed it down hard upon the wooden bar. Barkeep, a refill! The bartender did not move and so the man reached over and grabbed his arm roughly. Are you deaf? I said I need a refill.

The stranger turned his head and stared at the one who had so rudely interrupted him. Do you not see that he is busy? he asked.

The man sprung to his feet, withdrawing a large knife from his waistband as he did, and he waved it about threateningly. He was always prepared for a fight and those who knew him were quick to avoid him when he was as drunk, as he was now. I was not speaking to you, now was I? he slurred. So stay out of the conversation. Now, barkeep, where is my drink?

Such a pitiful fool you are, the dark man said quietly, causing the man to sneer and he thrust out the knife aiming for the chest. Without much motion, Aquatus caught the hand and turned it quickly and pushed so that the blade cut into the stomach of its owner. The ruffian dropped down to his knees, a look of total surprise registering upon his face, and then he fell over, dead.

My god! the barkeep mumbled, but the dark man turned back to him as if nothing had occurred and he asked casually,

Now, what can you tell me about this new Fire Child, the one you say is the son of the Old One? I need to know everything.

If I were you, the barkeep warned, I would forget everything else and leave right now. The man you just killed has many friends here.

The stranger smiled smugly. Ah, but you are not me, now are you. Numbers do not bother me; one or a hundred will all die in the same manner as this first one should they feel so foolish as to match themselves against me. The words were said simply, but the bartender felt them true. Now, back to our business. What can you tell me?

There…there is nothing that I know for sure. Only rumors and tales reach us here. He felt frightened as the stranger’s eyes seemed to pierce through him and continued quickly. There is one, however, who I have heard knows the Young One quite well. It is he who you should speak with.

And who may that be?

His name is Mathias.

And where does this Mathias dwell?

I…I have been told that after his escape from his run-in with the Fire Child he has taken refuge in the village of Xeract. I…I can tell you no more than that.

The dark man nodded and turned to walk away and the bartender quickly scooped up the gold dust. Three burly figures, two human and one a creature with a rodent face and small claws for hands, were friends of the man dead upon the floor. They now got up from the table where they had been sitting and moved so as to block the stranger’s exit. The dark man stopped and stared at them.

Please step aside. I wish to do you no harm, he said softly.

Harm? the one man shouted boisterously and the other two chuckled. We will demonstrate exactly what harm means.

Ragweed had been in his office that overlooked the main floor, but he had observed all that had occurred. He now hurried down the stairway while signaling for several of his cohorts to move in so as to stop the altercation that was brewing before any more deaths occurred. They rushed forward and reached the group just as the stranger shoved his way pass the one who had spoken. The man grabbed him roughly and spun him around, but Aquatus latched on to his arm and tossed him aside easily as if he had no weight. The other two looked startled for a moment, but were not willing to back down. They each drew out a knife and several other men and various creatures seated at the surrounding tables started to rise.

Suddenly the doors to the tavern burst open and standing there was a huge beast, nearly 8 feet in height and so thick around that it barely made it pass the door frame. Its arms were long and nearly dragged upon the floor as it moved aside making room for two others of the same breed to enter. There was little difference among the three and each sauntered forward knocking tables and men aside without regard as they took their position next to the man in black. They stood there, thick saliva dripping from each mouth, their hands partially raised and ready to grab anyone who stepped near.

Call off your ogres! Ragweed shouted as he stopped ten feet from the group. I want no trouble in here. More deaths will only result in me losing additional paying customers and will settle nothing. He gave a slight bow toward the stranger. You are most welcome to leave without further incident or, if I may be so bold, I would feel honored if you would join me in my room up on the balcony.

The dark man studied him for a second and nodded, acknowledging the invitation. Stay, he commanded the three creatures and he walked forward and joined Ragweed who led him back to the staircase and up to his room. Once inside, Ragweed offered the man a chair and the stranger sat down rather stiffly. Alphonse went behind his desk and took his seat as he spoke.

I never thought that I would see you again, my lord Aquatus.

The stranger offered a faint smile, a bit surprised that he had been recognized. So, you know me.

I was not entirely certain, my lord, until the ogres appeared. No one but you could ever control those reprehensible beasts. He bowed his head slightly. My name is Alphonse Ragweed, and I was but a youth when I first saw you, but I recall the moment most vividly. It was only hours before your battle against the Fire Children took place and you had come ashore with several of your warriors and were joined by the ogres from the woods. Ones similar to those who wait for you below.

Aquatus frowned. What you bring up is a painful memory for me. There was much deception that took place that day and the results were devastating. This land would now be mine if it were not for the interference of those bothersome Children.

Yes, Ragweed nodded his head slowly, I stood on a hillside at my father’s side and we watched the ensuing battle that took place. Your sea beasts seemed quite capable of defeating all who opposed you and we all thought that victory was surely yours…until the Old One appeared.

Aquatus clenched his fists together and Ragweed did not fail to notice how the man’s fingernails pierced the palms of his own hands. He felt a moment of fear that he had touched on a subject he would have been wiser to avoid and so spoke quickly.

But those are old times and, miraculously, you are now back with us. Is there some way that I can be of service to you?

The stranger eyed him suspiciously. Why do you wish to help me? What is it that you hope to gain? He smiled, knowing how to read a man’s character. It has been my experience that men such as you do nothing for anyone else unless it can ultimately benefits them.

You do me a disservice, my lord, believing that I have some ulterior motive. If I do so at all, I am sure that it is the same as yours. You should understand that my father was so confident that the battle was favoring you that he went to lend his sword to your cause. My brothers and I were but youngsters and we watched from the hillside as he, and several others from our village, went charging down. As fate would have it, my father was one of the first to be killed when the Old One arrived.

Ah, I see. Aquatus sat back easily. So it is revenge that you are after.

Yes. And am I mistaken to assume that revenge is also your goal?

Yes, you are. Ragweed was stunned by the answer and Aquatus chuckled at his expression. Allow me to explain something very basic to you, Alphonse. Seeking revenge only succeeds in limiting one’s goals and it only serves to alter the innate logic and perception needed for the task that is at hand. A mind focused upon revenge merely tends to narrow itself and it places unnecessary barriers within its own path. His voice hardened. Granted, revenge would indeed taste sweet, but what I want is what should have been mine many years ago.

And that is, my lord?

Aquatus smiled smugly. Why, to rule this world, Alphonse. The fulfillment of such ambition was within my grasp once and, I assure you, it shall be again. Now, you say that you wish to be of service. What I need is an army to march at my side. How many men can you gather on my behalf?

TWO

I can’t believe we only have a few more days to spend here. Time has passed so quickly. Karen stood on the stone steps of the castle and stared out at the nearby field of bright, iridescent flowers. The flowers were quite unique, both in the blending of their colors as well as the quality of their texture that seemed sandy to the touch. She marveled at them, as she had done each morning since they had arrived in the Inner World, for on no morning had the flowers been exactly the same as the previous day. Yesterday the flowers were mostly yellow and pink roses, but this day the field was composed of what appeared to be towering sunflowers but the blossoms were bright orange and blue without any trace of yellow. They swayed back and forth even though there was no wind, as if performing a dance to entertain the onlookers. This past week and a half has been such a wonderful experience. This place is all that you said it was, Greg, and so much more.

She knew full well how strong the urge to stay within this land was being felt by her husband and she tried to respect it. After their heated argument several weeks before stemming from Greg’s nature as a Fire Child and his obligation to his ancestral homeland, they had sat down and attempted to work things out. It had not been an easy discussion and Karen still retained some resentment suspecting that, despite what he said to the contrary, her husband was putting this strange place above his concern for his own family. Her normal world was one of familiarity and routine, not the chaos that she felt was constant in this odd and dangerous land, and she was fearful for his safety and for the safety of Scott, her son. Greg totally realized how she felt and he could not expect otherwise, but they were both willing to try to understand each other’s position. He was pleased, however, that having the opportunity to spend some time here at the Fortress, she now felt a little better about this underground kingdom.

Although her comment provided the perfect opportunity for him to add his own thoughts, he said nothing, knowing full well that sometimes silence was the best possible response that a person could make. He merely smiled and motioned in the direction of the five boys who were running around the courtyard yelling at one another while tossing a football. He grinned as, for the probably the tenth time, Chad mishandled a perfect spiral pass from Crash and the ball bounced off his fingertips allowing the swift form of Criton to dive and scoop up the football before it touched the ground.

Nice catch, Criton! Crash called out loudly and the little wolf boy jumped to his feet and did a small end zone dance holding the ball high over his head as Crash had taught him. Everyone laughed.

At times like this they look like normal kids, don’t they, Greg?

Yeah, they sure do. Who would ever suspect that they’re responsible for these last few weeks of peace that the world has experienced. It is good to see them acting as regular boys for a change rather than super heroes. They smiled at one another and Marian, who had been standing close by listening, spoke softly.

I am so pleased that Thaddeus has been able to spend this time with his friends, although I know that he will miss them greatly when they go back to your world.

Yes, Greg nodded, agreeing with her assessment, and they will miss him as well. It is very difficult on them all being separated after practically spending their entire lives together.

What about you, Marian? Karen inquired. Will you be staying here at the Fortress a bit longer with T.J, I mean Thaddeus, or will you be going back to your village?

The woman stared lovingly at her son who was in the process of completing a pass to Scott. We’ve spoken about it a great deal and Thaddeus has accepted the fact that I should return to the quiet seclusion of Ausuwa. It has been marvelous getting to know him after all these years of being apart and, as his mother, my first instinct is to remain here so as to take care of him, but we both realize that it cannot be so.

She sighed knowing that she had missed so much by sending her son away to the outer world the day following his birth. He is becoming a young man, she continued, but he is also the Fire Child and that responsibility overshadows the relationship that exists even between mother and son. I will miss him, but at least now we will be able to see each other occasionally.

Yes, Karen seemed to think out loud, I see your point. It would be extremely difficult as a mother not to speak out knowing that her son was putting himself in constant danger all for the sake of others. Greg caught the inference, but again said nothing.

And it would be even more difficult for a son to have to remind his mother that she must stay out of his affairs, Marian added wisely. And, at that, Greg allowed himself a small smile, but he was careful to turn his head away so that Karen would not see it.

The boys came running over, Chad lagging slightly behind the others. They were all laughing loudly and their faces glistened with their sweat. Hey, anybody care for a soda? T.J. asked, and Criton’s face quickly lit up at the thought of the newly discovered sweet liquid.

Wait, Thaddeus, Marian’s voice had a trace of strictness to it. There is plenty of cool water for you all to drink. This concoction that you had the sprites conjure up is much too sugary for you boys. It is difficult enough getting Criton to sit still even for ten minutes without him filling up on what you call ‘soda’.

Thank you, Marian, Karen joined in quickly with the same motherly tone. I’ve been trying to get Scott and the others to stay away from soda and most other sweets for the last year or so. It is bad for their teeth, their skin and their disposition. So I agree with you totally.

T.J. rolled his eyes as if upset, but he smiled pleasantly. I guess we’re outnumbered, guys, he said easily, but was unable to keep from joking around, maybe not so much by numbers, but surely by age. The other boys all chuckled and the two women looked a bit exasperated by the typical teenage remark. But at least we can have plenty of ice in our water. He called out loudly, Ariela! and the little sprite was there almost immediately. Can we each have a large glass of water…with plenty of ice, please. Before his words died out, five glasses of water appeared on the lower wall of the fountain. Scott glanced over and saw them.

We’ll get them, T. C’mon, Crash. As the two boys went to retrieve the drinks, T.J. studied Chad’s face, sweat running profusely over his forehead.

You feeling okay, Chad? You look a little pale.

Yeah. I guess all the running around took a little something out of me. It has been a number of weeks since, well, since everything happened, but I find that I still get tired rather easily. His thoughts turned quickly to his near death from the crushing coils of the gigantic snake and he felt a small shiver rush through him.

Well, the way your body was beaten up and broken, I’m not at all surprised. Sometimes we forget how bad things were. Why don’t you and Criton go out to the flower field and get a little rest. It will do you a lot of good.

Yeah, he grinned sheepishly. I guess I can use a little more of those medicinal spores, or seeds, or whatever you call that stuff the flowers produce to help heal my body. I’m feeling really good most of the times, but I guess I’m not 100 percent yet.

Scott and Crash had returned and Scott handed T.J. his glass. Criton reached up and took hold of Chad’s hand. He looked over at Crash.

C’mon, Crash, he said brightly, let’s go out to the field with our drinks. You can tell me some more about that feetball game you play.

Crash laughed. It’s called football, Criton, not feetball! He looked at the tired expression on Chad’s face and nodded with understanding. Yeah, let’s rest for a while. The three of them headed in the direction of the field and Karen watched them walk away feeling concern for Chad’s health. She placed her hand on Greg’s arm.

At times Chad looks so weak. I can’t help but worry about him.

T.J. mustered up a small smile. He’ll be okay, Mrs. Townsend. I’m really quite pleased with the progress he’s made so far. And the medicine produced by the plants really has helped him tremendously. Truthfully, I wasn’t totally sure how an outer world body would react to it, but it’s been great.

She sighed loudly. You boys are never going to tell us exactly what happened to him, are you?

He remained silent but grinned impishly and Greg spoke up in his defense. Karen, did you ever know these guys to tell you the details about anything they ever did? Remember when they were little and they used to come home all muddy with their clothes torn and we would ask them what they had been up to. What was their usual response?

It was always the same: nothing.

Greg smiled. Right. So I get the feeling that we’re not going to get any better answers now. Besides, think of it this way: sometimes it is best not to know.

She rolled her eyes and studied the small grins on both of the young boys’ faces. I suppose you’re right.

Trust me, mom, Scott added quietly, in this case you really don’t want to know all the details. He looked over to Marian and she nodded slowly.

Karen, I have to agree with the boys. Even I do not know the complete story, but I do remember the condition that Chad was in when I first saw him. I had my doubts that he would survive the day. As Thaddeus said, he has made a remarkable recovery for an outer world human. I think we should all be grateful for that.

Scott saw that the words did little to ease his mother’s concern and thought it best to change the subject. He began to lead them in conversation concerning a couple of the places that they had visited since his mom and dad arrived, and they spoke about the many odd sights that they had seen.

I still can’t understand so many of the things that I’ve seen here, Karen addressed T.J. For instance, we are miles underground and yet there is daylight. How is that possible?

T.J. grinned. Well, I am no scientist, Scott gave a small chuckle at that, remembering how T.J. had done in science class at school, but the boy ignored him and continued, but I’ve learned that there are chemicals and various minerals within the rocks above us which glow and mimic our natural sunlight.

That’s all well and good, Karen pressed on, but explain to me how darkness comes as night approaches. And how do the plants grow? You don’t have rain here, do you? I mean there are no clouds so how could there possibly be rain.

Now you’re bringing up things that I know nothing about, except to say that every day our Creator gives us another miracle to enjoy.

You have a strong belief in God, don’t you T.J.? She said it with a hint of wonder in her voice for, in all the years that she had known the boy, he had never seemed as one caught up in religion.

The Creator is the reason that I am here, Mrs. Townsend. Who I am and everything that I am capable of doing, is directly linked to his wisdom, love and mercy. I am nothing without him and yet I am everything with him. He smiled shyly and Scott reached over and took hold of his hand saying nothing but feeling proud of his friend for professing his faith as he did. Karen looked over and saw Marian wipe a small tear from her eye.

By the way, T.J. kept his voice light and shifted the moment, you are correct that it does not rain here, but there is moisture from the condensation of heat and coolness upon the rocks of the ceiling. That is why you will often see dew on the ground in the morning and, in some places it actually snows. As Scotty can testify.

Oh, yeah, Scott grinned remembering their journey when they first arrived in the Inner World. They were being pursued by the Gorgon and were trying to keep one step ahead of her. T.J. purposely took them to the snow country so that Crash could be given his special power. He now spoke rapidly. The first time we were here, mom, we walked into this gigantic blizzard. I mean it was snowing something fierce. And cold! Man, we thought we would freeze our…toes off. They all laughed. Now that he felt that everyone was a bit more relaxed and happy, Scott turned to T.J. and raised his eyebrows while the mischief danced within his eyes.

What do you think, T? Is it safe to tell them about, well, you know?

Tell us what? Greg eyed them suspiciously and T.J. continued to grin broadly as he nodded and spoke.

Well, Scotty’s been holding off saying anything, but since you’ll be leaving in a couple of days we can’t really delay much longer. As I promised you, tomorrow I’ll get Donald and the other Pegasus and we’ll take a trip down to Stonemass. I think you’ll be impressed by the beauty and variety of that city. Before doing that, however, I want to take you all to see Titanus.

Titanus? Karen asked. Is that a person or a place?

A person, mom, Scott’s face broke into a huge smile and his excitement was clearly evident. And just wait until you meet him! You are not going to believe it. I can’t even begin to describe him, you’ll just have to wait and see.

T.J. turned to Greg. Mr. Townsend, do you recall meeting Titanus? Do you remember who he is?

No, I can’t say that I do, T.J. but, just judging by the name, I think I can make an educated guess. He’s rather a large fellow, isn’t he? he said it almost laughingly and both boys nodded simultaneously.

Yeah, he’s awesome. In fact, he knew your mom and dad really well. I would guess that you don’t remember him because you were probably only a baby when you saw him. He remembers you, however.

Greg snapped his fingers. Of course! Yes, now I recall my dad mentioning him. Suddenly it seemed to dawn on him as to what the boys were getting to. Ah, if I’m not mistaken, it was Titanus who gave Zeus to my dad.

Zeus, Karen said the name sadly. The house hasn’t been the same without him running around.

So you miss him, mom? Scott asked expectantly.

Of course. He could be somewhat of a nuisance at times. Sometimes he really had a mind of his own and could create some mischief but, all in all, he was quite a nice dog.

So it would be pretty cool to have another dog around, right? Scott nearly held his breath.

Karen looked at him and then over at Greg. I…I don’t know. I mean I miss Zeus and all, but to have another dog…

I really don’t believe we have much choice, Greg interrupted her. So, Scotty, am I right? Is Titanus planning on giving you a dog?

He already has, dad. His name is Thor and he is so totally unbelievable. The boy seemed to bubble with excitement. He’s just a little pup right now, but Titanus has been training him and he guarantees that he’ll be well behaved.

Oh, Scotty, Karen grabbed Greg’s arm lightly. Why didn’t you check with us first? A dog is such a big responsibility.

But just wait until you see him, mom. You won’t be able to help yourself. You’ll love him. And Titanus was so excited about giving him to me. If you could have seen his face; well, I didn’t want to hurt his feelings. That wouldn’t have been right after all he’s done for us.

Ah, you do realize what Thor is, don’t you, Scott? Greg asked anxiously remembering how Zeus could morph into something quit different from the gentle dog that he normally appeared to be.

Sure, dad. It has all been explained to me. I know he’s not like any ordinary dog that we have in our world.

He’s already connected with Scotty, Mr. Townsend. T.J.’s voice grew serious. With the way things have been lately, all that has happened over the last few months, well, I think it is very important that Scott and Thor be together.

Of course, T.J. I totally agree. I know how important Zeus was to me for all those years and how protective he was. He turned to Karen. I’ll explain it all to you later, but I have to go along with T.J. on this. Thor would be a good companion for Scott. Besides, having a dog in the house again will be fun. Tell you the truth, I sort of miss roughhousing with Zeus.

Well, I suppose you’re right. She shook her head and glanced over at Marian. You see what I have to put up with, Marian? There are times that I think I’m raising two kids, not just one. The woman laughed lightly and stood.

It is getting rather late and I think I should start preparing our meal. I had forgotten what it was like having so many boys around and their insatiable hunger. The sprites conjure up some healthy meals, but I think the boys appreciate a mother’s touch every so often.

Let me give you a hand. Karen laughed agreeably as she joined Marian and they entered the castle together. Greg motioned for the two boys to sit beside him and they sat quietly for several minutes enjoying the sweet scent from the flower field that wafted their way and filled the air. Studying the two youngsters, Greg thought about how quickly time had passed and how they had grown from little boys to teens on the verge of manhood. He studied his hands for a couple of moments and then spoke quietly.

Guys, this has been a wonderful time together, but, unfortunately, we are going to have to leave in two days. I still have a job in the outer world and have to earn a living.

You can always take some gold or diamonds back home with you, Mr. Townsend, T.J. said with a mischievous grin. There’s plenty just laying around.

Oh, sure. That would go over really well. I would have the Internal Revenue Service and every other branch of the government breathing down my neck in no time wondering how I accumulated so much wealth.

You know, dad, Scott said hopefully, we still have nearly a month before school starts up again. After a week or so, things tend to get a little boring at home.

And they never do here, right? Greg smiled. Well, if it was just my decision you could stay right up until the assembly bell rang.

But it’s up to mom, I know. He shook his head dejectedly. I guess we don’t have much of a shot of you guys leaving us behind, do we?

Oh, I don’t know. Surprisingly, she’s been more receptive to this place then I would have ever thought. I think Marian has a lot to do with that. They’ve gotten along really well. Marian is a wonderful woman and has shown your mom that the Inner World is not only made up of creatures and beasts but everyday people who could easily be your neighbors at home. You just might be able to put on the charm and connive to get a little more time out of her.

You really think so? He brightened. Dad, there’s so much more we haven’t seen or done. He looked anxiously at T.J. Remember, T, we were supposed to go to check out the ocean. And, believe it or not, I wouldn’t mind stopping to see Tandar.

Tandar! I thought you didn’t care for spiders, Scott.

I don’t, dad. At least not the little creepy things at home but, well, Tandar is different.

Yeah, eight feet tall spiders tend to be. He got to his feet. Tell you what, why don’t I go in and talk to your mom a bit. I’m not promising anything, mind you, but I might be able to sweet talk some additional time out of her.

Gee, thanks, dad.

Greg saw the other three boys returning. Don’t say anything to the others just yet. We don’t want to get their hopes up. He stood up and turned and walked into the castle and T.J. waited until he was sure that Greg was out of hearing range before he spoke.

You haven’t told your mom and dad anything about the two of us yet, have you?

Scott shook his head negatively. Nah. I thought a lot about it, but there’s just so much that my mom has to deal with right now that I figured, well, something like us being brothers would really freak her out.

Yeah, honestly, I have to agree. He grinned. Just how does one tell his mother that she is only partially responsible for his birth and that he’s a freak of nature with two DNAs.

Freak of nature! Scott attempted to act offended. Thanks a lot.

Seriously, Scotty, I’ve given it a lot of consideration, too, and it is difficult to predict how they would react. No doubt it would really be upsetting for your mom to find out that my mom is also partially responsible for your birth, and I’m not quite sure how your dad would handle it.

My dad? What do you mean? By this time the other boys had returned from the field and they gathered around to listen.

As I explained to you, the relationship between the Old One and your dad was pretty much nonexistent, at least as far as your dad was concerned. The fact that the Old One was still keeping tabs on him but not making any direct contact, well, that could upset him quite a bit.

Yeah, Chad added his thoughts. No offense, T, but the Old One kind of screwed Scotty’s dad. I mean, he sort of abandoned him instead of being a help to him.

He had his reasons, Chad. I can’t say that I totally agree with what he did, but, well, Scotty and I have talked about it and we both sort of understand why he did what he did, although I’m pretty sure it would hurt your dad, Scotty, if he knew the whole story.

Yeah. I guess you’re right.

So you guys are not going to say anything? Crash felt that something like that would be hard to keep hidden.

No, T.J. shook his head, at least not for now. I already spoke with my mom and I know she’s not going to say anything, although she almost blew it yesterday when Scotty called out ‘mom’ and they both went to him. He exhaled loudly as if to signify that the subject was closed. Anyway, Mr. Townsend is inside now trying to convince Mrs. Townsend that when those two leave you guys can still stay for a while. The boys grinned broadly and T.J. continued. Hey, you didn’t hear that from me, okay? You have to act surprised if he’s successful. Meanwhile, anybody up for a swim?

Sure!

Yeah!

C’mon, Crash shouted. I’ll race you guys down to the pool!

Aquatus rapped lightly upon the door of the small hut and waited patiently as he heard the scurrying from within. A minute later, the door was opened a crack and a raspy voice sounded out harshly. What do you want?

Aquatus placed his hand gently against the door. I wish to speak with Mathias.

There is no one here by that name. Go away! and the man attempted to close the door, but Aquatus held it back.

I appreciate your cautiousness, but tell Mathias that I am here to help him regain what is rightfully his. I seek only two minutes of his time. If after he hears what I have to say and he is not interested, I will leave and bother him no more. He watched as the man withdrew a small dagger and he smiled easily, but his voice betrayed an unmistakable harshness. "I have killed several Gorgons in my life, my friend, as well as mammoths and dragons.