The Games Master: Rise of the Black Knights

By David Brosbell

Stunned and grateful to have survived a ferocious battle against an impossible foe, the Games Master, four comrades and warriors contemplate what future awaits them. War is brewing in the lands, but it is not glorious. These are tense times for all who live in the path of conflict. The Silver Allegiance, the dominant ruling kingdom, has expanded as far north and west as it can. And a new, powerful consortium known as the Dark Realm has grown as far east and south as it can.

Caught between these two powerhouse kingdoms is a small strip of towns and villages, where terrified citizens await what comes next. As each side prepares for battle, the people caught in the middle do all they can to survive. Kruno and his men have no interest in being a part of the impending conflict, but how can they stay out of it?

Their adventures will take them to hostile lands, where they meet exceptional creatures. Can they survive their encounters with the sand sorceresses, gargoyles, cryptons, and the most feared beasts of all - dragons?

Can they avoid the inevitable horrors of war?

• Language: English
• Publisher: iUniverse
• Release date: Mar 21, 2015
• ISBN: 9781491751855

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CONTENTS

The Beginning of the End

Enter Sand Sorceress

Mystery of the Sand

Deo’s Exit

Blood Sport

Unexpected Allies

Gabriel’s Window

Here They Come

War

Absolute darkness

Mystical

CHAPTER 1

THE BEGINNING OF THE END

The morning sunshine brightened the fearless warrior’s hands. He stared at them with intensity, examining the fatigued landscape.

How did we survive? Kruno asked himself a question, but he didn’t have the answer.

He pulled his sword from its sheath and examined it with absolute respect. The sun’s rays reflected off its stunning polished steel gathering in his sky coloured eyes. His mind left him for a moment as he bonded with his weapon. Finally he jammed it into the ground, penetrating the dirt at his feet.

There is no way we should be here right now.

Kruno turned his thoughts to his pride and joy: his Clorian shield.

He had a deep emotional attachment to his sword. It was of great quality, but wasn’t anything unique. His shield on the other hand, was one of a kind, created specifically for him. His rough right hand caressed its smooth silver surface. It was far from ordinary because Clorians built it and because they were its creator it had other characteristics. It could morph, connected to Kruno’s will. In its current relaxed state, it looked more like a piece of armour fitted perfectly around his forearm up to his elbow. His beloved shield continued up to his shoulder, but only one side not hindering the mobility of his left arm.

Brothers, I don’t know how we are still here. We were overwhelmed, outmatched, but having our backs against the wall is what we love. The Games Master is dead, and since that moment, it has been a whirlwind. I haven’t had a chance to reflect.

Kruno spoke to his weapons as if they could hear him. He hadn’t had a chance to really analyze what transpired. He needed the debriefing time, it should have happened a while ago, but he pushed it off to this moment. One he could have in solitude.

The Games Master taken out by us? He was far too powerful. God was on our side that day.

Kruno dropped to one knee; he could feel that his ripped muscles - which rested on his eye pleasing frame - were still sore, but any feeling was a good one. He drew a cross with two fingers over his heart, kissed the same fingers, placed them on his forehead and then motioned towards the heavens.

Four of us to start but now only three. Dorious, your name will never be forgotten.

Kruno shed his first and last tear for his friend who hadn’t survived. A tear he didn’t wipe away, but let it travel through his scruff covered jaw. His dark facial hair submitted to its first hint of grey, after the ferocious life changing battle. Dorious was someone who shaped who Kruno had become and although Kruno saved Dorious’s life when they met years prior, it was Dorious that became his mentor.

Kruno repositioned himself and sat on a log, trying to find some sanctuary.

He and his comrades, those who had survived the Games Master, were in Tristan, a town resting between two great kingdoms, a town that seemed to get smaller as the two kingdoms continued to swell. The Dark Realm to the east and the Silver Allegiance to the west. They continued to expand and so did the tension, building towards an inevitable conflict. A war to come, one that Kruno had no interest in being a part of. His focus hadn’t changed; he would live independently of any King. He led a group of warriors who looked for adventure and wealth.

The moment the Games Master’s heart stopped, fortune was theirs. They had more gold than most could dream of, and although they could live the rest of their lives enjoying it, they would never stop. Kruno had a lifetime goal, a creed even, one that only Dorious had understood. His life was dedicated to the destruction of evil. To hunt down anything that praised the Underworld. Ivan, Christian and now Decan didn’t know his credo. It would be nice if they did, but it wasn’t imperative.

Decan replaced Dorious because Kruno needed a fourth; he believed it to be the optimum number, comprising a man of magic and three warriors.

Decan was recruited only a few weeks prior. A man with a funny accent and eclectic personality, but an almost perfect warrior skill set. He shared one thing in common with Kruno and that was a weapon made by Clorians. Decan’s two swords were special to say the least — they had unique attributes.

Kruno had watched him decimate three men with cockiness, but also with true ease. He was by far the most technically sound fighter of the group and arguably the best Kruno had ever witnessed. He was smooth with perfect form. Decan would take some shaping but Kruno had faith it could be done.

The day had started off as pleasant as it had over the past couple of weeks. They were new to town and people were surprisingly pleasant.

A little too happy, not just to us but to everyone, Kruno thought. This kind of town displays glee like they live in some kind of utopian society, and this town is far from perfect, that is for sure. Even Dryden, the greatest city, economically dominant with thicker walls than any other and an army arguably the greatest in mankind’s history doesn’t have such an attitude.

If he brought this up to Christian or Decan they wouldn’t understand and would accuse Kruno of being overly paranoid. Personally he felt this was his unbiased evaluation, but knew releasing his observation would do nothing positive. It would just add ridicule to a meaningless conversation. He would have loved to discuss this with Dorious, but that would be impossible. The dynamics of their group had changed; Dorious was dead and the only person he could bounce these ideas off wasn’t himself.

Dorious’s glorious departure was significant to Kruno and changed the configuration of the group. His experience and knowledge would be tough to acquire, maybe impossible. As a rule of succession, Decan filled a void but would never truly measure up to the greatness of Dorious. He was skilled, that was evident, but Kruno hoped many more were still untapped.

These boys know me well, but even I have a few tricks I have never pulled out of my sleeve. I am hoping the same for Decan.

The tremendous kindness of everyone in town was a little much to swallow, and Kruno would love to talk to Ivan about it. He had definitely taken the role of senior advisor of the group. Ivan had proved to be a valiant warrior and a decent decision maker. Kruno and Ivan had different styles, but they still complemented each other.

He considered talking to Ivan about it, but Ivan’s personality had been changing and he needed to be re-evaluated. Ivan’s ability to stay focused had deteriorated over the past few months, and he dipped in and out of this new personality trait, leaving Kruno irritated. Ivan’s attention span was never one to brag about, but when Kruno needed him, his mind was always in the right place.

Now, when addressing even the most basic questions, Ivan’s mind wandered, eyes glazed over and vision bent into a different world.

I truly hope this is just a small thing to get over and his mind will return.

Leaving everyone out of the decision-making process, Kruno decided to let things slide. It was quite possible that this town was filled with a certain charm and goodwill. High spirits could be a result of a different culture that had been imbedded in this place for generations. He had never been here before, nor had any of his colleagues so he chose to let his feelings of unease slide.

Still something didn’t add up. The town had no walls protecting its soft underside. It was too small for any recent victories or to be noticed by the Silver Allegiance.

Why is everyone in such a good mood? The town lacks security but people gallivant around like it has the great walls or army of Dryden, the capital of the venerated Silver Allegiance.

He guessed it could be the surprise that was ringing off everyone’s tongue. The Duke of the town had promised something weeks ago. He had mentioned to a few people that he had a surprise for them, a great surprise that would be a gift from him to everyone else. This small token of appreciation ran through the chatty people of Tristan like a wildfire.

Kruno decided to accept that the uncanny, gleeful attitude was a direct result of this anticipated gift.

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Tristan had one main road and six intersections. It followed a similar pattern to most towns; commerce concentrated on the main street, the other streets were dwellings and the outskirts of the town was where the farms were located. It had a pub, the Rocking Pony, and a Church at the end of the main street.

The Church had an interesting allure about it. It was probably built many moons ago and had a look of ancient craftsmanship, designed with beauty in mind, no care of cost or timeline to build. A Church and a pub was almost a guarantee to find in any town, no matter how small it was. People needed a place to understand their purpose, and another to forget the burden that it brought.

Decan!

Kruno yelled over the voices of the town’s people to his new ally, while Decan played with a few children on the street with Christian.

Kruno, you have to come over here. These kids are great! They believe everything I say. I could tell them I was King and they would buy into it.

Kruno would admit that Decan, even though very strange, was quite amusing. The in-tune warrior seemed to be so different at points, ranging from dead serious to entertaining. While requesting Kruno to join him, he jumped on to his head and did a little spin. The children loved him and while they laughed, they attempted to do the same. He brushed the sand out of his dark hair and it seemed to fall back to the way he liked it; a little unsettled.

Amused but way too serious to ever spin on his head for any reason, Kruno answered with a little laugh and a shake of his head. Maybe later, good man. Have you seen Ivan?

Distracted by his own acrobatic abilities, he didn’t respond, but Christian stepped up to pass on the information that he had seen Ivan in the Church.

Thanks boys, and remember those girls are a little young for you.

I can definitely agree with that, but they all must have moms and maybe a few have sisters. Maybe we can even get you-know-who a little something. Decan pointed to Christian in an obvious attempt to make sure he heard.

I don’t need any help, I am doing just fine. Christian attempted to defend himself with a whiny, insecure response.

Come on now, Christian, we all know you haven’t seen a woman’s pleasure area since you jumped into the world.

His reference to Christian’s virginity hit a spark and they argued back and forth.

Kruno left them to bicker, and while he walked to the Church to see if he could locate Ivan, he observed the town transforming. The farmers brought forth the best of their harvest and were setting up the last of their food stands. Today wasn’t market day, but the event to unfold was anticipated to be such a spectacle that the fruit and meat stands were doubled.

Foolish, Kruno thought, as a lot of it would go to waste unless they were assuming guests from the neighbouring town would join in.

Anyone with artistic skills came to present their artwork on the main street, while music performers and street performers came to entertain. Again this didn’t sit right with Kruno, but he would abide by his earlier decision to forgo his uneasiness.

Excuse me, Kruno asked a farmer already set up.

Yes sir, how can I help you, anything you like?

Sure, pass me some of those.

The farmer grabbed a handful of apples and shoved them in a bag. The whole time he was smiling, like some kind of idiot. His speech was finely articulated, indicating an education, but yet he smiled like a person with a mental deficiency.

Why are you so happy? Kruno asked inquisitively.

I have seen you around here over the past couple of days, you must know that today is the day the Duke will visit and present us with a gift. We have been instructed to treat today like a grand festival. See, everyone is participating, we even have mimes here and other street performers.

It seems like a grand event, reminds me of Dryden a little, of course on a much smaller scale. You must have slaughtered twenty chickens here and all this fruit, don’t you think that is a little overkill? Who the heck are you guys expecting to arrive?

Well stranger, I will let you in on a little secret. We really aren’t supposed to disclose this but I am sure the Duke won’t mind since the announcement is going to be soon. We were told a few weeks ago to prepare food for many. Slaughter what we wished, just make sure it was a plentiful number. We would be rewarded with great bounty.

Kruno had enough of the conversation and decided to close things off. The ridiculous amount of food and all this performance for a town of less than two hundred people. It made no sense. What made even less sense was when Kruno asked how much he owed for the fruit, and the farmer waived the price.

Maybe I am a little too paranoid here. What else do these people have to get excited about? Crappy town, outskirts of the Silver Allegiance, some worthless Duke I haven’t even heard of. Let them have their little festival, but I am really looking forward to leaving Tristan. Way too blissful, it’s creepy.

Christian and Decan continued to play with the kids on the street. The Wizard dazzled the kids’ little minds with small tricks. Dancing fire up his arm and small swirls of sand were his arsenal of entertainment. Christian had to thank the Games Master for the sand trick. Since he witnessed the sand image of the Games Master in the labyrinth, he had been working on his own spell and it had been coming along quite nicely. He was able to create little puppets out of the fine particles.

Decan was somehow able to override Christian’s abilities and capture the attention of the kids by the old coin out of the ear trick. A continued quarrel brewed as Christian was envious of Decan.

Oh, I see Decan, I get a little attention and you have to take away my audience!

Christian, I didn’t know you were so attached to these little guys. Now you are mad because they like the coin out of the ear trick better than your fancy spells, or maybe they just like me better because I am prettier than you are.

Christian realized his unhappiness was foolish, but didn’t care because Decan always had to belittle him. Decan was new to the group. He didn’t fight with them in the labyrinth; he didn’t face the Games Master. As far as Christian was concerned Decan had to earn his spot in the group, just as he still struggled to do.

They just like you because you are giving them money, your trick is stupid! Christian’s youth was ever-present.

Decan was on the ground ignoring the young Wizard — as he did regularly — and three kids tackled him, jumping on his chest. Laughing and giggling, Decan pulled them off and made a declaration.

I love this little town. It puts me in such good spirits.

Christian had to admit he felt quite uplifted himself. While the thoughts crossed his mind, a few ladies in their early twenties approached them. Like normal, the Wizard felt his Adam’s apple drop, as if it had doubled in size. On the opposite side of the coin, Decan turned and talked with ease.

Ladies, well, how are we today? Have we been taking care of your kids? He looked to Christian winked and said softly, Don’t worry, I will get you a little something.

A beautiful young lady looked to Decan and said, That is my little sister you have been entertaining.

Under his breath, with a facial reaction that expressed his confidence and pleasure that this situation had presented itself, he said gently, Hmmm, lovely, isn’t she Wizard? Out loud he bellowed, Well then, I guess I was the child’s guardian for almost an hour and yet I have requested no pay, whatever shall be done to reciprocate my services?

The woman smiled, already enamoured by Decan. This really irritated Christian. Decan’s warrior stature and light eyes combined with his olive skin made him exotic looking in this part of the world, which made him successful with the ladies. On the other hand, Christian’s diminutive physique and skin that looked like it had barely seen the sun, worked against him. Height wasn’t the issue, he was a little taller than Decan, but his small frame and lack of muscle wasn’t desirable. It was as if his body never evolved from adolescence. To him it wasn’t fair.

The other women had encircled them and looked up with keenness to hear what Christian had to say, to see if he was as charming as his friend, but nothing would come out of his mouth. It flowed so easily off Decan’s tongue, why wouldn’t that occur for him?

Ladies, please meet a great Wizard, a companion of mine, Christian. Decan pointed to Christian, but all the great Wizard could do was raise one hand to greet them.

Hello Mr. Wizard! And how long is your staff?

Good heavens, that is quite the question! Decan looked over and loudly responded.

Christian attempted to respond, but didn’t pick up on the sexual innuendo and started to talk about his wooden staff.

Decan shook his head, giving up on Christian and focusing on one of the women.

Well then, what shall I call such a stunning lady?

You could call me Mrs. Robertson. She pointed back to a large man resting in the doorway of the one of the little houses across the street.

Looking directly at her husband, Decan expected at the very least a shake of the fist and even potentially a charge his way, but he was thoroughly mistaken. The man only smiled and said, No harm done.

Weird town, Chris. The men are fine when we hit on their women. Got to love it, I hope there is more of this in our travels.

Bye boys, nice staff Chrissy. The girls grabbed their kids or sisters and walked away.

What in the heck was that? Decan spoke sternly to Christian, Listen, Christian, you’ve got to improve your social skills — I need you as my assistant. I can’t believe you really described your staff. Anyway, let’s go meet some more people!

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On Kruno’s way to find Ivan, he passed all kinds of activity and tried not to get too bothered by the whole situation. It was an incredible effort for a small town. The stage was nearly completed where this great announcement was going to be made.

He approached the Church just as Ivan passed through the doors. He had to bend down and turn a little just to fit; doors weren’t made with his physique in mind.

Greetings cousin, Ivan hollered accentuating his chiselled jaw.

You seem to be in quite the good mood, Kruno commented.

I must admit, as the day progresses I find this town’s energy absorbing into mine. Why the long face, Kruno? Maybe you should have a conversation with the man who rests in all Churches. It has relieved me of some worries I have been dealing with.

Well, Ivan, that’s great! I have noticed you a little off these past few weeks. It’s just… never mind. Kruno considered bringing up Ivan’s lack of focus and weird characteristics that had been surfacing, but decided against it.

Come, cousin, let’s not worry and enjoy the festivities. As Ivan addressed Kruno, he grasped him by the shoulder. His sheer strength was enough to knock an unsuspecting man to the ground with a basic greeting.

He calls me cousin, but if we are related I certainly got the short end of the stick, Kruno thought with a humorous smile.

The air is fresh today and the sun shines. To the pub, I hear they will be giving away free beer for this stupid Duke. Free beer and Ivan go well together. Ivan referred to himself in the third person with obvious drinking eyes.

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They all ended up at the bar for the Duke’s arrival. Ivan and Decan had both pounded back three free pints, and as always, they seemed to be served first. Decan concentrated his efforts on a young barmaid and Ivan’s size always got him the attention he wanted from any bartender.

Christian sipped on a beer, but Kruno knew he would rather have wine. In order to attempt to fit in with the others, he would suffer with beer, especially now that Ivan had a drinking partner.

The Duke’s arrival was a poor attempt at a royal entry. Three women spread flowers in front of his horse, a few instruments played a song only Ivan knew and for some reason he sang along with it. Everyone’s spirits were elevated and it seemed that even Christian was excited, and he actually talked with some lady. Decan approached Christian and talked about something to do with his staff. Things hit a whole new level of strange when Decan kissed Christian on the side of his head.

How many damn beers have they had?

The crowd roared as the Duke, accompanied by nothing more than two lightly armed guards, rode his horse around the podium, attempting to gather all in front. As he trotted past Kruno, his eyes played a strange trick on him. The Duke seemed to move slower than normal. It was a bizarre feeling that usually would only occur when he was absolutely drunk. That didn’t add up because he had drunk slower than even Christian and he wasn’t even close to inebriated.

He slid his beer on the table with no intention of picking it up again. Looking to his left and right, all patrons of the bar’s outer patio were fixated on the Duke.

The Duke smiled at them awkwardly but with confidence. His face was interesting, enthralling on some level. His expression seemed frozen, no muscle movement, similar to a porcelain doll, the kind of doll made for children but that made most adults uncomfortable.

Even stranger was that the only time the Duke’s face changed was when he made eye contact with Kruno, and then the frozen smirk seemed to turn a little apprehensive. Kruno shook his head fast with little snaps in order to clear the strange observation from his mind.

Everyone gathered around the front of the stand and awaited his speech.

Well, I guess we will find out what this great reward or gift is. Three gold pieces says it’s not worth more than a horse’s ass, Kruno said aloud, but just for his own ears.

Great people of Tristan, please don’t stop drinking on my account. Keep drinking, that is what life is all about. The crowd cheered as they continued to pour beer down their throats. We sit on the edge of the great Kingdom of the Silver Allegiance. Our little town is key to the security of this monarchy.

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In a large apple orchard two towns east of little Tristan, two children were playing. Little Janie, only eight years old, was frolicking with her older brother Jake, who was turning ten in a month. It was a game the boy had the clear advantage in playing, but looking up to and being less intelligent than her brother, she played even though he won every time without fail. Simplistic in nature, the game involved tossing apples at a target.

Becony was a farming community that lay just outside the Silver Allegiance. It had little commerce and trade besides agriculture. It was at least three times the size of Tristan when comparing population and ten times the land size. They relied heavily on trade with the Silver Allegiance for everything outside of foodstuffs and even traded with the Dark Realm a little. It was a pivotal town where the two boundaries came the closest to meeting each other. Becony was a town that really had no King or army’s protection, but acted like a buffer state between the two great superpowers.

There were many more buffer states or uninfluenced towns belonging to neither of the two kingdoms, but over the past few years, towns and villages were gobbled up. A lot of political propaganda was aimed by the Silver Allegiance as it grew west and north, and by the Dark Realm that expanded eastward and south. Mergers and questionably amicable acquisitions threw the two kingdoms into a race for power. In time all that would be left would be to turn towards one another.

The two children had been out since morning, as the chores were all completed earlier on. Their mom called to them, but they both conveniently didn’t hear her as they were enthralled with their game.

Janie, what is the next target? Jake asked, giving her the opportunity to pick the spot he would most certainly hit before her.

She didn’t respond but stood still as if God himself looked at her. She was frozen and stared just beyond her brother’s head.

Janie, what the heck is wrong? Stop goofing about, Jake said, at first with irritation, but even over just a few moments he could tell there was something wrong. Fear shot over him and goosebumps instantly took domination of his skin. He turned his head in a blur. He could hear it before he could see it. The air swished with an eerie disposition and the leaves of several trees were tossed aside as they tried to call out… DUCK!

The young boy crouched by pure instinct to elude the danger the trees tried to warn him about. His vision finally processed what they had seen — a hairless, red beast, fearsome and large as a horse, soared toward him, not more than ten feet off the ground. The movement of air that he had heard was from the creature’s final move in its attack routine. It glided with malicious intent and sheer speed.

Jake dropped as close to the ground as he could to avoid the long reach of this crimson-skinned, vile beast. In a matter of seconds it had closed in on its perceived target, dropped to a diligent attack height and stretched out its long, clawed hand.

Jake’s heart stopped and his mind raced to find an evasive solution. With so little time and being so young, all he wanted to do was call out to his mother. He closed his eyes, bracing for the pain he was so certain to feel as his flesh would be pierced in moments.

Jake soon learned he was wrong — his depth perception had anticipated it would have arrived already, but he felt nothing. Instant joy rang throughout his young body, but that abruptly turned into terror as the shadow of the assassin passed right by him.

What followed was a moment he would never forget for the rest of his life.

His sister stood still with a tear in her left eye as the unknown monster gripped her by the hair and ripped her off the ground. Instantly her silence broke as pain and fear combined, forcing a reaction — a scream — one that would haunt her family forever.

She was light compared to the beast’s strength, and with ease, the creature shot upward, well above the treeline with Janie in tow.

A sixth sense had struck her mother only moments before her daughter was ripped from the earth in a nefarious act. Knowing something was going to happen, she looked out from the kitchen window to see the red creature rise from the orchard. She saw something dangling from its hands and rushed out to the porch. The scream followed and ripped her soul in two.

Her boy lay helpless on the ground. He didn’t move and wouldn’t for hours, even after his parents found him. His tears were like an endless stream flowing from his eyes.

Janie’s mother fell to her knees and screeched for her husband. Both mother and son, from different parts of the farm, watched the beast elevate, gaining altitude. It rose hundreds of feet and joined a sea of red. The sky looked as if the sun was setting, giving the sky the red shade that often predicted a nice day to come for the farmers. This colour had nothing to do with the sun setting. It was midday and definitely didn’t offer any good predictions.

The assailant, just before reaching hundreds of its airborne friends, let the child go.

Many people in Becony had been marvelling at the several platoons of Cryptons as they raced across the sky in battle formation. Most of the villagers didn’t know what a Crypton was, but they were just hoping that the beasts were going to pass on by to some other village. Selfish desires, but survival instinct is a human trait. The worst events are better off somewhere else.

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Little Janie screamed in pain once her hair was entangled in the unknown creature’s fist; it gripped her without concern for gentleness. Its three-inch claws had dug deep into her skin and she instantly started to bleed down her cheeks. It was only a matter of minutes before she was released from a fatal height.

The townspeople, those who had been watching and those who were beckoned to observe, gasped with horror as the young body twisted, turned and with forward motion slammed fatally into the side of a building, before thudding to the ground.

That creature did that just for enjoyment, a farmer said from the middle of a group of horrified observers.

Warn the others! a young man exclaimed urgently.

Wait! an elder responded. If you smash that bell, they may turn on us.

Irritated, the young man watched the beasts fly beyond them. They had no intention of attacking Becony. They had their minds focused on another target. As soon as the last Crypton passed, the young man ran up the tower and frantically clanged the bell in several sets of three, a warning of an invasion to the surrounding towns.

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The Duke’s speech started to make perfect sense. Kruno felt his words comfort him and relax his mind. He decided to let go of his paranoia.

The air was filled with a beautiful scent, it filled his head with relaxation and it was wonderful. He could feel his lips form a small smile, something like that of an infant seeing a colourful painting for the first time. He wanted to look over to his right and see if Ivan felt the same, but decided he would inquire later because the longer he stared the better he felt.

The words of the Duke started to form a mental picture in the minds of the individuals of his audience. His soft speech was so elegant that it painted utopian images in their subconscious. As time passed it seemed as if all senses were overridden. Decan could feel his skin comforted, as if he was lying on the smoothest silk. Besides the luminous words of the great Duke, music played a mesmerizing ballad in the background.

Kruno’s mind started to slip away from him, out of reach of his control, but that was okay. He was always on top of everything, always paranoid and untrusting, but on this occasion he would enjoy this mental vacation.

From the podium the Duke looked on to the crowd. Everyone enjoyed his carefully prepared speech with perfect awe. Each mother, father and child looked on with silence, head tilted to the left or right with a little smirk on their face.

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The beast had just released the girl and rejoined the formation. Swooping over hard and with a blow, one of three black-skinned Cryptons smashed into another.

You idiot, why would you let one of your subordinates create an opportunity for warning? it said, using demonic tongue.

Come now, it has motivated the others in the platoon. The first beast looked back to see all the soldiers hungry for more death and blood.

The second beast spoke again, It’s like a feeding frenzy. We have just lifted the spirits of the group. Besides, humans are afraid of power and are selfish. That town will not attempt to warn the others for fear of retribution.

Look! a third black Crypton yelled to the others in mid-conversation. It pointed to Tristan. Our plan is unfolding as we expected. This will be a slaughter.

With a shift of its wing, the first beast flew back to regain the lead of its platoon.

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Kruno stared ahead at the Duke, and his mind slipped further away from his normal lucid state. He was ready to fully enjoy the perfect feeling he had when something imperfect interrupted the ballad. Three off beat banging noises unstitched the seamless message being conveyed. He tried to ignore the displaced noise and focus back to ultimate relaxation.

Bong… Bong… Bong…

Each bong got louder and more real. He felt fury build in him as he jumped out of his blissful state. His head filled with anger but settled fast as he tried to make sense of the situation. Like waking up in the middle of a deep sleep, he placed his hands on his face and twisted hard against his eyes.

Bong… Bong… Bong…

Three bell noises. Three bell noises means danger, a warning, but from where and from what? Kruno said out loud but nobody was listening.

Against the advice of the elder, the young boy in Becony had run up the tower and rang the warning bell, jarring Kruno.

Kruno looked at the crowd and noticed everyone was in the same trance that he once was.

How long have we been out and what was the reason behind the spell? I need to find Ivan and the others.

Ivan was easy to locate. Being so much taller than everyone else, he found him off to the right. Pushing by a few locals, Kruno found the big man staring off into oblivion. His long northern coloured hair blew across his face, but that didn’t disrupt his intense focus forward, as he was also spellbound. Ivan slowly whispered weird things to himself under his breath. Kruno attempted to break his concentration with a verbal assault and shook him to no avail.

The caster, or at least the medium of the spell was simple — the Duke. Kruno didn’t even have to look, but knew that he was the vehicle for the distribution of this diversion spell. The warning bells went off again, indicating an impending attack and he needed the crowd back immediately.

Kruno needed Decan and fumbled through the crowd in a mad scramble, and located him near Christian who, to his dismay, was just as affected as the rest of them. Being a Wizard, it was his job to warn them of this kind of threat. He should have been impervious to it. That would be dealt with later, if they lived.

Decan had the same stupid smile as the rest of the horde. Pissed off and needing an efficient solution, Kruno wound up and drilled Decan on the right side of his forehead. He knew how angry Decan would be, but he needed him coherent instantaneously. Besides the pain of a shot to the face, the irritation of leaving the perfect spellbound world would enrage Decan.

He fell straight on his back and was instantly awakened. Kruno stood back for a second and let him deal with this immense anger and orient himself before providing a short briefing.

Kruno, you will need to explain to me right now why you just hit me before I stand up and make a mess of that pretty little face of yours. I love you man, and many would say you could drop me, but we will find out the proper way!

Listen, Decan, we have all been mesmerized and I don’t know why — look around and see for yourself.

Decan panned the crowd and drew the same conclusion.

Okay, how do we rectify the situation?

Kruno grabbed him by the hand and helped him to his feet. With one arm pointing out towards the Duke, he said, Our beloved Duke is, at the very least, a vessel for the delivery of this enchantment. Whether he has anything to do with its creation or not doesn’t matter, he is expendable.

Just as he finished his words the bell heeded its warning again from Becony.

Can you make the shot from here Decan? Kruno asked as Decan drew an arrow from his pack and pulled the pew back. With one eye closed he released the arrow with deadly accuracy. The arrow raced inches above the crowd’s heads toward its target and connected. It dug deep into the Duke’s face, lifted him off his feet, and before he hit the ground he was dead.

Kruno and Decan knew the reaction to the Duke’s death would be doubly magnified; the crowd would be furious over their beloved leader’s assassination as well as feeling the loss of a man who made them feel so good while entranced.

The crowd felt their world collapse in an instant and with a sharp pain. They all came to in a matter of seconds and searched to find who killed the Duke.

I killed him! Decan yelled out.

Well, that wasn’t the brightest thing to say at this particular moment, Kruno thought.

But maybe it wasn’t such a bad idea after all. The crowd immediately focused on Decan, and he was able to engage their full attention when the braver members started to advance towards him.

String him up… a lone voice bellowed from the crowd.

I just saved your life and you want to string me up? Each and every one of you has been in a trance, and by guess who? You got it, Duke Jackass. He waited a moment to let it register. Listen, we are in some kind of danger. The crowd’s attention was redirected towards the bell ringing from Becony. Each person drew his or her own conclusion that something was wrong.

Look to the sky! Another anonymous individual identified the serious threat looming in the distance.

We could have just walked away, but no, we decide to assist you and, guess what, nobody cares. Decan mumbled on below his breath slightly offended, Even more important, pissed off or not, somebody could have recognized the skill of that shot. I bet less than one in a hundred could have made it. Great shot Decan — thank you, oh great Decan — you are handsome Decan — nope nothing.

Kruno knew fear would overtake the crowd and potentially send them into an unorganized frenzy. The crowd was on the cusp of a chaotic response, and he only had seconds to organize the people and give them some kind of chance to defend themselves.

He recognized the sheer number of Cryptons, and their victory would be a simple one.

Ivan, how long do we have?

Eight to ten minutes at most before they are on us. Like a well-armed hunter on a helpless pig, Ivan responded in his normal fashion.

Listen up, everyone! Most of the crowd started to break down as they realized they were going to die if they didn’t run, but that was exactly the thoughts Kruno didn’t want. To flee would be a foolish move.

LISTEN UP, EVERYONE! I am taking over leadership of this town for this assault. If anyone has a problem with this, stand up to me now. I will kill you with three strikes of my sword or less, and then we can move forward.

The crowd needed someone in this desperate situation, and Kruno was known at least by most as a warrior from the stories told about him. Still, someone in the crowd yelled, We must run! and others agreed.

To run now would be futile. They will pick each and every one of you with ease. Even on horseback you will be hunted down. Together we have a chance to defend against these vile beasts. Anyone strong enough to swing a sword will fight, women and children alike.

We can’t defend against them, there are too many! a middle-aged man yelled out, and the eyes of the crowd looked back to Kruno with the same expression of fear.

"We can defend and we will. If enough of them fall they will leave. Strike their leader and the group will collapse. Now anyone who has skills with a bow, stand to my left."

Nobody moved at first because the leadership role wasn’t completely defined.

NOW! Kruno yelled intensely.

Instantly they fell into line.

Where is the armoury?

We are a small town, we don’t have an armoury, a townsperson responded.

What about a blacksmith’s shop?

I don’t think so! the blacksmith said with selfish, foolish greed. Not without gold are any of my weapons leaving my store.

Are you the blacksmith? Open your doors and arm your town to defend themselves.

The blacksmith turned and ran. Kruno looked towards Ivan, whistled to get his attention and with a nod gave him the license to kill. Ivan turned in the direction of the fleeing blacksmith and ran after him.

Kruno identified the unarmed and instructed five of them to gather as many weapons from the impending shopping spree at the blacksmith’s shop, and told them to bring them back to arm the others. Quickly directing three archers to elevated positions, he grabbed the remaining three, including Decan, to the front line beside him.

Christian, we will talk later about this, Kruno said, implying Christian’s failure in detecting the spell. He ignored how the Wizard seemed to shrink at the realization of what he had done, but Kruno ignored it. I need you on your game now!

I am sorry, Kruno. I don’t… I don’t… Christian stammered, knowing he screwed up by succumbing to the spell and was shattered by it.

That’s fine, but just make up for it in this battle. Make sure you drop at least a few of these bastards.

Consider it done!

The four front line archers landed on one knee and followed Kruno’s lead by lightly digging four or five arrowheads into the ground for easy access.

In a matter of three minutes Kruno had relaxed the crowd, devised a plan and had the group ready for battle.

Quite the speech you gave there Kruno, oh great leader, Decan said with a smirk. Not easy bringing this untrained crowd to order. Don’t see us having much of a chance here, my new friend. Three platoons of forty or so, that places us at a serious disadvantage. To combat that, including us, we may have thirty battle-ready warriors and another forty who have seen too many summers or too few.

You sound like you’re not too thrilled with our decision to come here.

Are you kidding me, I can’t wait! I live for this.

I promised you blood and blood you will have, Kruno declared. Decan smiled big and wide.

Kruno made an immediate connection between Ivan and Decan. They both shared similar battle mentality. If they represented core characteristics of their people back home, the battles must be very interesting. Ivan’s people, the Northerners, were constantly battling the islanders of Decan’s home.

Do both sides laugh as they charge each other? he wondered. Strange how peoples of such similarity would be at constant battle with one another.

Be careful in your words to describe these people. We are guests but they are defending their home. I have seen great things by humans in extraordinary situations. Maybe they will surprise us, Kruno continued.

Hey brother, you don’t have to blow smoke up my ass, this will be a slaughter. Unless someone comes up with some way of protecting this town, every last one of them will be killed. Personally, I will duck out once the battle is on its axis and live on. As for you… well… I don’t think things look that favourable. Hey, you gave it a good run.

Decan looked seriously at a shocked Kruno. Kruno was blown away that he would make such a comment. Decan waited a moment and then tilted his head back, barking out raucous laughter. Kruno wasn’t sure if he was genuine with the comment or not, but attempted to shake the statement out of his mind.

Christian, strangely excited, broke position and ran up to Kruno.

Kruno, I have something that could help.

Kind of busy right now, in four minutes those beasts are going to be in range. Get back in position.

You don’t understand, let me show you something.

Christian stepped in front of the four archers and drew a line in the sand in front of them. He then ran around back behind them.

Christian, what the heck are you doing? You are starting to irritate me, how many beers did you have? Decan said.

Christian ignored Decan and grabbed two rocks, giving them to one of the town’s men on the front line, who had his long bow on the ground.

Throw the first rock forward over the line.

Without hesitation he tossed the rock. The rock landed on the other side of the line some ten feet or so, nothing out of the ordinary happened and Decan rolled his eyes, Amazing! Christian, that was great. His comment reeked of sarcasm.

Still ignoring Decan, Christian spoke the language of Wizards and blew sand from his hand which seemed to land perfectly on the line he drew in the sand.

What the heck is going on here? Decan yelped.

Toss the other rock with the same velocity as the first, Christian commanded.

The townsman did as instructed. He picked up a stone and tossed it over the line. The rock, prior to breaching the line, acted like the other, but once it broke the plane of the line it jetted as if it was shot from a catapult.

Christian attempted to explain how the spell worked and what they would use it for, but Kruno already knew the purpose of the spell, loaded an arrow, aimed at the assailants well out of range and released.

All archers watched as the arrow raced at unprecedented speed towards a group that was becoming more defined with each passing moment.

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Even the Crypton generals couldn’t wait for blood. The anticipation of mass carnage was too exciting for them. The warning bells had rung a few minutes prior, but nothing was said. The small town really had no way of defending itself even though their stealth invasion was foiled.

One of the beasts envisioned pulling an arm off a warrior as it heard a whistling sound. This noise raced by the beast, and with the noise, brought about the battle’s first victim. The arrow shot from Kruno’s bow, and aided by Christian’s spell, raced past the leg of the first general and dug deep into a Crypton infantry’s neck.

None of them really got a good look at what occurred. All they saw was the head of one of their soldiers curl to favour a wound. Its hand reached up to grab something sticking out of its neck and collapsed, letting gravity take control. Helpless to fly or even to talk, its wings folded and it started its rapid descent.

To their joy, blood from their impaled comrade splattered all over them. Each of them licked the blood with ecstasy.

Unable to fully gauge what had occurred, the platoons maintained course and speed until a barrage of arrows started to flood the sky and claimed the next four casualties, one if which was a black Crypton general with an arrow through its jaw and leg.

Spread apart, double your distance and height, another general bellowed the command, and it was projected to the platoons, who immediately responded. Not exactly evasive action, but splitting up would mitigate the losses that they were sure to endure if they stayed in a close-knit group. This would make them harder to hit from such a distance.

Seems our adversaries have a few tricks up their sleeves.

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Load… Back… Fire… Kruno happily released his orders. They watched as another Crypton fell from the sky.

Excellent… good job little skinny one. Never doubted you for a minute, Decan yelled back to Christian, thanking him for his spell.

Have I rectified my mistake?

Not yet, but that was a good start, Kruno responded. He knew that Christian desperately desired Kruno’s acceptance and would forget his fear just to get even.

The Cryptons, in an evasive manoeuvre, spread and Kruno yelled, FIRE AT WILL!

Ivan must have eradicated the uncooperative blacksmith, who assumed similar size meant similar skill but was wrong. The men that were to bring back weapons ran with a wheelbarrow full of ordnance, everything from swords to maces, and the crowd was armed.

The enemy approached fast and hard, with many more than they expected receiving the gift of impalement, pierced by arrows ranging from the wing to the shoulder. The first to arrive on the battlefield was one that couldn’t control itself after a chest injury. With a crash the beast landed near Decan’s feet. He looked down, smiled and then focused on the remaining beasts.

The second to hit Tristan was another victim that slammed into a building, resembling a ball of fire. Seconds prior to the creature reaching striking zone, Christian bellowed words of the mystical language and a fireball raced from his extended hand with the same velocity as the arrows and inflamed the target.

The remainder of the beasts landed with ferocity, most of them positioned themselves on the ground, battle-ready, but the generals positioned themselves on rooftops to command their battalion. Many of the beasts engaged in direct combat, ripping through the inexperienced with relative ease. A few of the brigade took a different direction from the main battle arena and went on to seek and destroy the weak, hunting the women and children.

Decan and his front line backed up, slowly releasing the last of the arrows and tossing the now useless weapon aside. As commanded, the group had positioned itself in a cluster but as expected, it didn’t last long. Most of the town broke down in battle and spread out making themselves easy targets.

We are getting killed out here! We need to engage and destroy the generals. That is our only hope, Decan yelled to Kruno.

Kruno agreed and then released one of his many talents, pointing in Decan’s direction, he screamed at the top of his lungs in demonic tongue.

In shock, one of the generals took note, became infuriated, and leapt into flight. Its target was Decan and it hit the ground only a few feet from him. A cloud of dirt burst around the feet of the black Crypton general as it landed.

Decan responded by pulling his two swords from their sheaths at the side of his legs and placing them comfortably together end to end. They magically bonded and grew as they did every time without fail.

Decan began to twist his now double-ended sword over his head slowly as his mind started building his strategic assault.

Kruno called over, Good luck and God be with you. The enemy you have chosen is ranked class A and in the top tenth percentile.

Gee thanks, Kruno, and I am not sure what you said, but it seems pissed. He paused for a second and then asked, What did you say? He asked with apprehensiveness as if not to disturb an aggravated cobra that possibly wouldn’t strike if left alone.

Something I would never say to a beast of that skill level. They are much more ferocious when they are agitated, Kruno responded as he watched Decan and the Demon encircle each other.

He does seem quite irritated, what did you say, Kruno? Decan asked a second time, strangely curious about what enraged it so much.

Kruno’s plan was to assist him as he picked up a spear lying next to him. A hand still gripped the shaft of the weapon, but nothing else of the fallen warrior was left.

Ask it yourself.

As many plans change fast, he realized Decan would have to handle himself. The spear was needed for another beast ready to lay its final blow on the most important of his allies. Normally it would be children, then women, then men but the priority list changed in a situation like this. All able-bodied men would receive his first attention, because they were the only chance at survival. The women were next because a woman whose child had just been slain is an excellent ally. With deadly accuracy he gave the spear flight and it met the back of a beast ready to strike a man. This man was fending off more than one Crypton, a skill level worthy of some assistance.

Kruno poured his focus on the situation unfolding behind him. The majority of the battle was out of his control for too long. He ran a few feet to give the delayed order to the archers that were placed in the buildings to unleash everything they had. The assistance was needed badly.

I feel it necessary to find out what my good friend told you a few moments ago. I know it sounds crazy because you probably can’t even speak common tongue, but I’ll ask anyways. Decan spoke to the beast as if he was having a conversation with a new pub mate and couldn’t leave his sense of humour out of it.

Of course I can speak common tongue, but you can’t speak demonic, making you less smart, I think.

Valid point, I can’t really argue with your logic, Decan said softy in his normal lighthearted manner.

Before I death you, I can grant you the request and tell you what other human said. It pointed to the arrow in its quad. He said you shoot me in leg, so you can use as handle to have way with my ass.

Decan broke into laughter.

Damn, that is funny, and I guess just as insulting in the Crypton world. Okay, I understand why you are pissed, and I am ready for you to death me now.

He swung his double-ended sword slowly over his head and analyzed how the situation would unfold. Never taking his eyes from his opponent, he stared at its torso. Even though the main assault would arrive from his enemy’s offensive weapons — its fists, claws or mouth —he looked to its hips. Decan knew the beast had to get around his weapon in order to inflict a wound. His double sword had a longer reach then its claws. This meant the Crypton needed some kind of distraction. It would have to attempt to confuse Decan in order to move forward, making him think it was going left but then come right. The demon would rely on a deceptive move and then its dexterity to strike, but it would be impossible to confuse its intended direction without moving its hips.

Something wasn’t right and Decan could feel it. He remembered what one of his teachers from the Island had told him.

Some creatures don’t need to use their mouths to communicate. They can have complete conversations with their minds, but as our ears pick up the sound of verbal communication, our largest organ will let us know when telepathy is being used.

What his old teacher referred to as the largest organ was his skin.

We can’t hear telepathy but we can feel it, Decan murmured to himself.

The small buzz in the back of his neck let him know another one or two creatures were attempting to flank him. With that keen sense of mental communication, they had the advantage, but now that Decan knew he was under siege from behind, and since his sword was in prime attack position for any angle, he quickly spun, driving his sword into the unexpected target. The assailant had slowly moved closer to him and was only a few feet away. Its hands were to its side with claws that needed blood. It was split deep along its abdomen, and with three more quick spins of his weapon, the lacerations inflicted more depth and rose up its chest, across its neck and finally directly to its face.

The general only had a few seconds of Decan’s exposed back as he split the flanking Crypton into pieces, but took full advantage. It leapt forward, unleashed its open hand along Decan’s back with its claws. Digging four gashes and then followed with a powerful fist as soon as the claws were free from inflicting their wounds.

Decan instantly felt the pain in his back and then the impact from the fist, which pushed him off his feet. Surprised by the reaction time of his adversary he re-evaluated its skill. Wasting little time and ignoring his pain and blood-covered back, he flipped to one knee and swung the sword blade where he assumed the Crypton’s feet were. He was right with his assumption, but the beast leapt over his assault.

This gave Decan the opportunity to time his opponent’s landing. Just as its feet grazed the ground the beast was tackled hard and driven by Decan’s shoulder. The two of them shockingly didn’t fall back a few feet, but to their confusion, flew several dozen feet! They crashed hard on the ground. They had crossed the mystical line that Christian created earlier