Diamond Dragons II: Diamond Dragons, #2

By Matthew Carauddo

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DIAMOND DRAGONS II: Wisdom is earned through listening, but not solely in what we hear...
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CELEBRATION! With Nitrozite and his undead army defeated, the dragons of Taelondria are at peace. Free to soar the skies without fear of conflict, they venture to unexplored terrains far beyond Castle Kessoshaero...

But unknown dangers await our winged heroes. Previously undiscovered 'Daiemokszhi' (black dragons) prove to be fearsome foes which respond to diplomacy with claws, jaws, and fire! Isolated upon a frozen island amidst the endless seas, the Daiemokszhi now seek to claim Taelondria and all of its natural resources, hell bent on enslaving any who challenge them.

Forced into war once again, Jackralvian (the newly crowned hero of Kessoshaero) must adapt, pitting his leadership, reflexes, training, and resourcefulness against this horrific new enemy. A battle with the barbaric behemoths is now INEVITABLE!

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Secrets, strangers, and mystical wonders abound in this action-packed sequel to 'Diamond Dragons'!

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DIGITAL ISBN:
978-1-7365658-3-4

• Language: English
• Publisher: Ziwalos Productions, L.L.C.
• Release date: Jun 21, 2022
• ISBN: 9781736565834

Matthew Carauddo

Hello, Amal... my friend. I honor and thank you for listening. I have important messages, but little Time. I hope that whatever it is you seek, you find. But I also hope that you work toward helping IT to more easily seek and to find YOU. I hope that you experience True Love. Even if somehow, someday, some way, upon some chaotic tomorrow--you lose it all. Whether by Death of any type (physical, mental, spiritual or otherwise). For, if you do lose them, and yet deep inside your Eyayeli, you still feel that amazing connection... then, that is a monumentally stronger Link than all others combined. A spiritual, celestial seal. ‘True Love Lost’ is a cruel, but powerful instructor. Even if you lose it--or find it--in Oneself. I also implore you to you cherish every moment of Time. It is a gift which you have been merely borrowing here, friend. As the tagline of the work states: “Time is the only resource for which no creature may bargain”. It’s not merely a majestic-sounding line to scribe onto a book’s mysterious cover... it’s the truth. It’s all we have, until all of it is gone. And you never know WHEN all of it will truly BE gone. Some do not live to their expected, projected old ages, free to pass into the unknown peacefully. You can be struck down at ANY age. I’ve been a pallbearer for the young, and buried friends old and young, and suffered the nightmares when one such friend washed ashore. Perhaps you’ll listen between these words.  Titans fall.  If Death called upon the dragons of this tale--which it undoubtedly has, so shall the Gate on one tomorrow... CALL UPON YOU. I pray to Althe’aya that you remember my words well. Cherish your Time, nourish each beat of your Cyur, cradle the hours, write every Sunsday, watch the Vas Oos, and study your Universe. Act youthful despite your Epochs, offer others encouragement of Eyayeli each Tide, and never doubt that you should ALWAYS Spohs to someone how much they mean to you--as often as is possible. Tell them. Before it is too late. However, do not also wait until they run out of Time. Because, for some... tomorrow never comes.

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CHAPTER I—The Road Home (Prologue)

THE BATTLE WAS DONE! At least, the friendly sparring match between Jackralvian and Raeniya had concluded, that is. The two dragons—one of ivory, one of crimson—had completed yet another furious round of wrestling, tail-bashes, wing-slaps, body twists, kicks, and ‘friendly’ swats. Other than the two allies, the coliseum they competed within was empty upon this particular Firesday. Dust swirled, but the particulate began to settle as the two winged heroes came to rest, landing in the center of the massive, barren arena.

Jackie paused to catch his breath and brushed the dirt from his silvery white scales as he drank a frothy elixir. Both dragons had sparred the entire morning, but Raeniya was hardly winded. Although Jackralvian’s scales were scraped and slashed, her own leathery, crimson mail remained nearly unscathed. Then again, she was older, slightly larger, and far more experienced in combat. He bled, but his resourcefulness had impressed her.

Chi-Foi, Jacks! I’m actually stunned. Those hook kicks, those wing whips... and that inverted tail bash? Wow. So creative. And innovative! LOTS of improvement over the last few Starsweeks, Jackralvian. Chi-Foi, Amal.

With a flourish, Raeniya placed six claws over her fist—a indication of deep respect and honor (‘Chi-Foi’). Jackralvian moaned, but didn’t immediately respond. Smirking to mask his pain, Jackralvian chuckled and mirrored the customary gesture. Still, he rubbed at his bruises and scrapes, exhaling with gratitude as he replied.

Chi-Yong, Raen. Well... I learned from the best. Obviously. And unless I’m—ouch—mistaken, I’m pretty certain YOU landed at least three times as many blows. And that’s WITHOUT breath attacks. Oouf!

Stretching a sore and tender wing, he winced from his wounds. Raeniya smiled from one red-orange ear to the other, shirking off his obvious humility with a playful snicker.

Obviously.

Her brow furrowed as she indicated his lacerated right arm and expressed a sort of ‘throwing’ motion with her own arm and claws (‘Talos’).

How’s the... ‘new weapon’ been coming along?

Oh. Zi, that. Uhhhm... not bad. Not FOI—ouuwoch—but, not bad.

Jackie rubbed at the bridge of his nose, which had been slightly smashed. Raeniya’s head cocked to the left as she placed her twelve Talos upon her hips. Never a good sign.

Jacks... have you even worked on it? It’s been on your bench for Starsweeks.

Jackralvian looked up toward the flocculent clouds. The air swirling about was fresh and this Firesday was brighter than it had been in Taelondria for a full Tide. Still, the ivory Zell was parched and drained from the duel. As he painstakingly tended to his aches and cuts, he inhaled a long, deep breath and gazed into the distance. All at once, a ferocious wind whipped past the distant trees beyond the coliseum. But neither Raeniya nor Jackie could feel it, since they were deep below the curvature of the stadium’s oval walls. Instead, both dragons—one of ivory and one of flame—heard the air currents whistling over the dozens upon dozens of shivering leaves.

It’s... it’s just—I’m always so busy. Winds have changed. There’s just been no—

—Time?

He snapped a glance back at her. Sheepishly, he smiled and stood with a groan.

Ouf, Zi, something like that. Now come on—we’d better get back to Kessoshaero. Way too much to do before coronations and CELEBRATION! RACE YOU THERE!

With a giggle but without so much as a pause, Jackralvian launched off like a rocket. Flustered in the cloud of his dusty wake, Raeniya stumbled to collect herself for her own hasty takeoff before Jackie’s unintended smokescreen could settle.

JACKRALVIAN!! Hey, Rahlaik, wait for ME!

FAR QUICKER THAN SHE, Jackralvian maintained a healthy lead for the duration of the return trip. Raeniya fell dozens of wings-lengths behind, struggling to catch up. In only moments, his advantage had nearly quadrupled. As Jackie approached the fortress of gemstone, he decided to make a few quick, circular passes around the perimeter prior to landing. An appreciation of the sheer magnificent, celestial palace he called ‘Home’. Raeniya remained far behind, almost as if she were upon the other side of the planet.

Far below Jackralvian, a worn but well-kept cobblestone road separated two swaths of towering, millennia-old trees. As the white dragon’s (Zell’s) shadow rippled over the stonework and chaparral, he descended. At a rocky path’s vanishing point resided a glorious, multi-colored, crystalline castle. But this was no ordinary fortress—not built by the hands of a hundred men—Nae, Naesst. It was forged by the claws (‘Talos’) of Zell. These majestic winged creatures christened this glassy, massive keep: ‘Kessoshaero’.

It was not for humans to understand.

Cheers of elation reverberated all around the young, ivory-winged hero as his altitude decreased. Winged creatures of two major types flew about, playing, laughing, swooping and howling out triumphant roars. Both dragons and dragonflies (‘Zell’ and ‘Ys Zell’)  alike peppered the forestry and local landscape far, wide, and nearby. Jackralvian couldn’t help but bask in the glorious panorama of family and fun at the outskirts of Kessoshaero. Many Zell bustled about; some were amidst conversation, but all reveled in utter joy and freedom upon this perfect Firesday. But that freedom to celebrate and fly about with carefree whimsy had come at a significant price. A recent one, too.

The very next day—Starsday—marked the passing of a full Tide (loosely: ‘one month’) since Nitrozite’s defeat at a distant, volcanic location known as the ‘Night Pyre’. Now, Kessoshaero’s bone and ghost dragon enemies were all but extinct, as far as anyone knew. Unofficial celebrations had already occurred, but Jackie was beyond excited for tomorrow’s true honoraries. Yet, his thoughts were also flooded with a mountain of duties and responsibilities. Announcements yet to be made, coronations to be bequeathed, and homage to pay in honor (‘Chi-Foi’) of the fallen were all long overdue. So much to organize, so much to do... but, beautiful Kessoshaero awaited.

After soaring spiral circles above and around the multi-crystalline castle, Jackralvian swooped the final quarter of his path around the towers. He touched down with poise and grace as his wings recoiled. Without pause, he effortlessly shifted into a stalwart stride down the wide track of sandy bricks toward the main gate. As he marched, his wings folded into helical layers at his back, grateful for the respite. Friends and allies (‘Amals’) waved and nodded as he strode forth, smiling as they chanted greetings (such as ‘Shulodd!’, ‘Chi-Foi!’, and ‘Shulo, Jacks!’). Claws over fists, each of these brothers and sisters also proclaimed ‘Eyayeli-ha’ (which translated to ‘spiritual, hopeful tidings’).

But just then, Jackralvian was assailed from above! Splattered, blinded and doused in some type of viscous fluid, he shivered and floundered, attempting to clear his vision of the sticky brine. Panic began to set in... until laughter abounded from many Zell and six Ys Zell (dragons and 6 dragonflies). A very familiar male voice called out from far above.

"Hahahahahah! GOTCHA! You didn’t even JEE me coming, did you, Jacks?! ...uh... Jacks? Are you Foi?

Blinking rapidly, Jackie rubbed at the gooey mixture obscuring his eyes (‘Jee’). Focusing, he gazed upward and sighed at the green-scaled Zell (dragon) hovering above him. Elliott was a jovial, viridescent, poison and acid-spitting Zell—one of Jackralvian and Raeniya’s closest allies. The kind, emerald-shaded dragon carried a giant barrel which contained golden liquid. He continued to call downward toward Jackie.

"...um, you’re not angry, Zi? I was just joking, Amal! The Ys Zell have been teaching me to ‘play’ more. Anyhow. TASTE it: it’s Garjeegyl’s new brew!

Giggling like six little satyrs of silliness, the Ys Zell (dragonflies) flew a half-dozen figure-eights around Jackie’s head, and skillfully snatched up tiny scoops of the golden brew right from his saturated wings. Chomping and slurping away at their ‘crumbs’ of the yummy mixture, the two pairs of three merrily snickered once again. Grinning, the six cherubs sped off on their own way. Last in line, Deagullz turned full about, 180 degrees (flying in reverse, close behind her cohorts), and blew Jackralvian a lip-smacking, angelic ‘air kiss’. In only moments, the small group of Ys Zell were already far in the distance. They’d split off into two groups (three flew West, three to the East). All six twirled, disappearing behind Kessoshaero’s hallowed towers. Elliott was still emphatic.

"Hey, are you LISTENING? Try some! I helped Jeeg to perfect it. It’s DELICIOUS!

Still taken aback as he dripped, Jackie guffawed and looked again at the huge, gooey puddle he was standing within. It actually smelled very nice. Just as the Ys Zell had, Jackralvian quickly used three of his Talos (claws) to scoop up some of the agave-like, dewy slurry upon his scales. He peered closer. Surprisingly, it swirled and glowed with a cornucopia of subtle, various colors. This band of rainbow shades was far beyond the obvious golden sheen normally refracted from Firesday’s sun. He tasted it. Barely a moment passed and Jackralvian’s jaw dropped in utter awe. His breath was sucked clear from his lungs as his limbs swooned. He inhaled the magnificent scent wafting from the glorious dew. It seemed to heal and uplift his very inner spirit (‘Eyayeli’)—as if Althe’aya herself had magically blessed him over the breeze’s radiant vibrations. Whisked away, far beyond any normal euphoric daydream, he wondered what Dupree’ or Bard would think of this almighty, truly celestial nectar (which Garjeegyl had so masterfully engineered). Or... had his two Zell Amals already partaken some? Unclear.

Don’t just stand there, Zell! Whaddya THINK, Jacks?!

Blinking thrice, Jackralvian regained his senses and giddily gazed back up at Elliott.

It IS truly delicious, my Vas Amal! I can’t wait for Jeeg to pour me a full stein.

Me either! There’s just one problem. Actually, that’s why I’m here. The prank was... just for fun. Voloh. Heheheh!

Oh? What problem? Everything seems perfect.

Jeeg doesn’t know what to NAME it. Can you believe this? All these Epochs serving all kinds of drinks and meals, and suddenly... he’s out of ideas for something THIS amazing, heheh! Weird science, huh?

Jackralvian smiled and chuckled. Reflecting in a moment of Suust (silence) as he felt a light breeze, he suddenly knew which of their allies would best christen the invention.

Dupree’. Request an ‘attuned’ reply from Dupe. After he tastes it, Spohs nothing. I’m certain he’ll... divine precisely what NAME to declare... unto the Vas Oos...

Jacks winked, and his Jee glimmered in the streams of Taelondria’s bright sun. Elliott’s jaw began to drop as he slowly began to understand. Both of his Jee (eyes) lit aflame as if he were staring at Princess Violetta.

Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh, WOW! That... now THAT is a Foi idea, Jacks! CHI-Foi!

Together, the two nodded, simultaneously whispering to themselves...

Althe’aya’s Elixir!

Althe’aya’s Ale!

Althe’aya was long dead, but she was highly regarded by all of Kessoshaero as a truly legendary warrior. Golden like Artemis, courageous like Leijimoto, yet also stunningly beautiful, she was the perfect candidate. An eponymous elixir to acknowledge her was a fantastic idea. Considering Kessoshaero’s history, it was amazing none had yet invented a drink in her honor (‘Chi-Foi’) before. But this particular brew was better than ideal. With a flavor truly so celestial, nothing else had ever come close, despite how tasty all of Garjeegyl’s yummy mixtures were over the Epochs. Besides that fact, Master Dupree’ often invoked the legendary heroine’s name during prayers, and also prior to engaging in combat—most especially when all seemed lost. Jackralvian continued.

Foi. Now get going! There’s work to do. And now... I have to CLEAN UP, hahah.

Voloh. But, you got it, Jacks. Before I start chores, I will Jee HIS end of things!

Still hovering above, Elliott turned 180 degrees about, and headed off toward the Tavern (‘TaloZell’). Nearly every other Zell had vacated the premises, as all began to prepare for the coming Starsday’s festivities. But Jackie was still a wet, syrupy mess!

As he wiped away the remaining slurry of golden dew into the pool below him, he paused. Reflecting, Jacks realized he needed to properly clean and cure his wounds from sparring Raeniya, earlier. All of the citrine ‘yummyness’ would also need to be cleared from his scales prior to the ceremonies. But first, he needed to be able to FLY. The syrupy liquid weighed him down, ‘gumming up’ his wings. He brushed, cleaned, flurried and shook. As he casually glanced downward to clear his thighs and calves... suddenly, he could ‘Jee’ something. Something peculiar. A Reflection.

But this was not just ANY quivering image in the pool of fluid upon the ground—Nae, Naesst—there seemed to be ‘something’ there. He thought he heard voices above him, but continued to stare downward into the shiny brew as it refracted the sunshine and clouds above. But there was more. Tiny Ys Zell floated and fluttered, there within! Reflections ‘way high up’ over him (yet actually ‘below’). Curious, Jackralvian peered closer at this rippling mirage within the cobblestone. It didn’t make sense. And all at once... he thought he could ‘Jee’ her. One particular Ys Zell in the hazy mirage stood out. He could almost make out her face, but the dancing blips were so ‘far away’, he could have been hallucinating. But, Nae—that was impossible! He kept still, so as not to disrupt the pristine surface of the golden liquid, but: how could this be? Was it... actually... truly L—

Jacks!

Whirling around, he found himself face-to-face, Jee to Jee with Raeniya, who had finally caught up from their ‘race’ (or so he assumed). He swallowed, flustered and pale-faced. Six moments of Suust passed as the two stared, but the red Zell tutted at him.

"TSK!! Jackralvian of Kessoshaero, what’s the MATTER with you?! I... I’ve been standing here for... well... ...Jacks, what is it?

His face was lost in serious consternation. He looked up to the clouds: nothing. Then, immediately back to the puddle of Garjeegyl’s celestial brew. Again, nothing. Only puffy clouds, sunshine, and blue skies (‘Oos’) shimmered in the dewy pool. It was as if he truly was imagining things. Swallowing, he slowly gazed back to Raeniya. Her reaction seemed less angry, but instead, more bewildered at his aloof, spacey demeanor.

Uh... Jackie, look... if this is about you winning our race, then, Zi, Zi, you definitely made it back firs—

"NAE! Nae, Nae. Naesst... it’s... it’s Foi. I just... I thought I could Jee something...

Her face crinkled as she placed her Talos upon her hips. She paused to listen.

...like I Spohs before, I’m just... Sholh. Exhausted, really. Maybe I’m overworking. Probably stress, who knows, Zi, hanh?! But still a lot to do. So... let’s GO! CELEBRATION tomorrow! Come on: you could still WIN OUR RAAACCCE!

Shuffling his wings with a flurry of golden spray-drops, he clumsily fluttered away toward Kessoshaero’s main portcullis. Spattered with a bit of the thick, aurelian mixture which he’d flung, Raeniya flinched. She did not immediately follow, but instead, gawked in frozen surprise as Jackie sluggishly bumbled away. Stunned by his peculiar behavior, she chanced to peer down at the inert puddle of honeydew upon the cobblestone. But Raeniya detected just that: an empty pool of reflective liquid.

It was not for her to understand.

Ready, the plucky Zell of Flam (fire) looked up toward Kessoshaero—her lovely Home—and toothily grinned. She was so filled with excitement over the coronations to come, she blasted a harmless burst of Flam into the Oos! Then, Raeniya leaped forward, yelped out a heartfelt ‘Yeli-HA!’, rotated her wings in helical glory... and sped off toward the castle’s main gate.

CHAPTER II—Triumph Over Tragedy

Avast room with towering , ancient windows often welcomed trusted visitors, family and friends. But upon this very early Starsdawn (since all others prepared for coronations and upcoming festivities at the gazebo outside) the great hall was empty. Empty, except for Jackralvian’s solo attendance, and that of a magnificent ‘grandfather clock’ device which had been dubbed with the title ‘Ziwalos’. There—alone—Jackralvian sat, staring at golden and silver statuette upon a long table.

Inside this meeting hall, sounds of steam, hisses and clicks abounded. Machinery and the inner-workings of apparatuses unseen were truly at work—as they had been for Epochs. Centrally placed, an ornate oval table (intricately inscribed with ‘Dragonspeak’ all along its edges) was the focal point of this conference chamber. This holy table was christened the ‘Quadroctacore’, which hosted a dozen seats surrounding the charcoal and golden, ivory ellipse, all similar in magnificence. Lost in thought, Jackralvian stared—listening—soaking it all in.

Twelve empty thrones.

Jackralvian could almost ‘Jee’ Elder Leijimoto stepping through the chamber’s portal, Talos over fist, as he passed the Quadroctacore (Table of Twelve). And, he could nearly ‘Jee’ as the hallowed patriarch of Kessoshaero would hobble forward, rush to his head seat, and prepare for meetings and announcements. But, Nae, Naesst: fair and wise old Leijimoto was long dead, murdered by Casscadia—the witch of Zen’th. The stalwart old leader had prevented a young, impetuous Zell of Frol (‘ice dragon’) named Mestrius from meeting an untimely demise. It seemed so long ago, but it had only been a short while since Leiji had made his sacrifice. So much had happened in only a few Tides, and it had changed everything about Kessoshaero’s Future.

In near-silence, the intricate timekeeper (‘Ziwalos’) continued at pace and rhythm unfettered. Jackie hardly breathed. Its stone and wooden framing blended with dozens of precisely placed crystalline engravings, boasting both mastery and magnificence. Ziwalos snapped and sibilated as its six gears pivoted underneath their cylindrical pins. These pins controlled six corresponding outer indicators, which wove circular paths at various speeds, traveling both counter and clockwise.

It was a device not meant for humans to understand.

He stared, fixated upon Ziwalos’ six crystalline arms. The sonorous chronograph churned, but seemingly no differently today than yesterday, yesterweek, nor yesteryear. Same as it would tomorrow. But for some reason, Jackralvian of Kessoshaero glared with peculiar Jee (eyes) as Ziwalos cranked out its slow, solemn cadence. He swallowed. Studying the grandfather clock’s smokey emanations, Jackie felt strangely compelled to—

Seeking answers within the ‘solitude of Suust’, Jackralvian?

Artemis—venerable old wizard of gold that he was—had obviously startled Jackie in perfect form.

Ah. Shulo, Art. Didn’t Jee you here. And... Nae, Naesst—not in search of answers, really. I was, that is, I suppose... that my thoughts and Mea were... empty.

The wizard didn’t miss a beat.

Silence is not ‘emptiness’. There are some lessons which sound... cannot teach.

Jackralvian smiled as he stared at the blind, aurelian-shaded Zell of old. Artemis’ wisdom always seemed both unending, yet also quite comforting in moments of despair, penitence, or even Reflection.

Lessons as always, eh, Artemis? You never stop. I am glad for it, honestly. So, of course, you must mean there is something here that even I cannot Jee?

You listen between my Spohs, dear Jackralvian.

Well, I did not Jee YOU, so... is THAT is the true epiphany for me right now? Awareness of my surroundings, I would guess, Zi?

Perhaps. However, putting aside all philosophical ruminations for the moment, there is, of course, the matter of coronations and announcements this Starseve. Shall I call upon Raeniya and Violetta so that we may organize the festivities?

"Ah. Of course. Zi, Artemis, Zi. I believe it’s quite Time for Kessoshaero to regain a leader... to understand everyone’s newly appointed positions... and... well...

Artemis cocked his head as Jackralvian balked. Inquisitive, he waited for him to finish.

...well, as for that... I’m afraid you’ll simply have to wait.

The old arch-magi immediately smiled, and placed six Talos over his fist. Turning 180 degrees about, he gracefully shuffled down the hall toward the exit, whispering:

Very well then... keep your secrets.

Ziwalos steamed and smoked, as all six of its arms triumphantly spun their diligent, due courses: three West, three East.

CHAPTER III—Kind Hearts and Coronations

Even at dawn’s break , shadows cast from Taelondria’s dual moons were unique, unlike those upon a planet with one such sphere in the void. Often, when both moons were at polar opposite ends, and each reflected sunlight upon the terrain... shadows appeared ‘crisp’ . It was a phenomenon which few understood.

In fact, humans of Earth were unlikely to comprehend the monumental scale of the planet which the Zell inhabited. It was easily closer to the diameter of Saturn or Jupiter. But it was difficult to be certain, as the Zell of Taelondria retained no chronicled explorations of space; or, so historical records expressed. Although they could fly with great haste and resilient endurance, as any atmosphere grew thin, a Zell’s lungs would dearly suffer. Had any chanced a voyage into the darkness, few to none would have endured. Even the mightiest of Zell were bound by finite resources.

And Spohsing of resources, Elliott had just returned to the Tavern (‘TaloZell’ in their own language: ‘dragon’s claw’) in order to return the now empty container of golden honeydew to Garjeegyl. Just prior to landing, Elliott carefully set the metallic pot down upon the stone path leading up to the TaloZell’s door, and entered. Upon this fine Starsday, coronations were to take place outside, near the gazebo. Copious food and drinks had to be prepared for such a ‘picnic’ of festivities. Elliott proclaimed a boisterous greeting as he merrily strode inside Garjeegyl’s fine establishment.

Shulo and Shulodd my Vas Amals!

There were only four ‘Zell Amals’ (dragon friends) inside. Each quickly greeted him with customary Talos (claws) over fists as they continued to work. The tables were stacked with crates, trays, boxes, and barrels of delicious delicacies.

Bardiche—the minstrel of Kessoshaero—was the closest to the rustic entryway and immediately shouldered up to Elliott. He lovingly placed six Talos upon Ell’s green wing and shoulder as he leaned his instrument against the half-wall of the bar.

Elliott! Shulo! Perfect, perfect. JUST the Zell I wanted to Jee. Any ideas on—

Rahlaik! Don’t Spohs, Bard! I have a special request.

Uhhh... oh? A song? NOW?!? But I’ve just—

Nae, Naesst, Bard... not a song. THIS request is for Master Dupree’.

Normally donning a unique combination of plate, chain, and ring mail over his scaled torso, Master Dupree’ was uncharacteristically unequipped as he shuffled about the TaloZell (tavern). And instead of donning his jagged sword, the royal blue-shaded Zell  carried a stack of crates. Just then, the paladin turned the corner from the back room.

Ell? By Althe’aya.. is that your voice I hear behind these crates, Amal?

Zi, Dupree’. I have a question for you. I need you to ta—

But, Gertranimor—a matriarchal, motherly Zell—interrupted to direct Dupree’ as she sat in her makeshift ‘wheel-walker’. Gerty was extremely old, and recently reached the giddy, yet ancient age of 2000 Epochs: a rarity for any Zell of any type yet known.

Oh, Elly-Ell—I’m so Voloh for interruptin’, Boby Z—but, Rahlaik. Dupree’...? You can put those right on over there—with the boxes of Karrish Root.

Master Dupree’ nodded as he set the crate alongside similarly shaped, equally sized storage boxes, as if it were the final ‘puzzle piece’ in the stack. Turning back to address the sweet grandmother of Kessoshaero, the knight placed his six Talos over a tight fist.

I believe that’s the last of it, Commander. Chi-Foi!

Chi-Yong, Dupe! And why you still gotta keep callin’ me ‘commander’? We ain’t in no Vas Tach with them Zen’th Zell. Not any more, Dupree’!

He chuckled, conceding to her obvious humility, but it was a welcomed Reflection.

True. Very well... Gerty. So! I suppose we should load the tables into Violetta’s Chariot, and cart it all over to the gazebo, Zi? Elliott... are you here to help?

Poor innocent Elliott frowned. His mind (or, in dragonspeak: ‘Mea’) was entirely preoccupied to find the right name for Garjeegyl’s wondrous new brew.

I... well, Zi, but I have a request for you, Master Du—

Can it wait, Ell? Because the coronations cannot, my Vas Amal.

But, it’s just a que—

Commander Gertranimor interrupted Elliott once again.

There will be plenty of Time for casual chattin’ later, Boby Z! Now... Let’s GO. That means EVERYBODY. To the Courtyard of Courage!

With a smirk and a hard slap against Elliott’s wing, Dupree’ indicated for him to pick up one end of a table stacked with Karrish Root and goodies, and they began the laborious logistics. One crate or plate at a hoist, they loaded everything into Violetta’s Chariot outside (which was now outfitted with four wheels instead of four Zell ).

Waiting to ‘drive’ the entire caravan of chow, confections, and consumables into the forestry where the gazebo proudly stood, Garjeegyl—a brown-shaded, wiry and quirky Zell of brewin’ and mixin’ stammered out some excited commands:

Ahhhriteahriteahrite, let’s go go GO, Bardy Bard!! Gots to go, gots to GOOO!

Bardiche had already tossed his Leutronica (a multi-faceted musical instrument) into the Chariot and attempted to calm his best buddy of booze and beverages.

"Now, now, Jeeg. Patience. Patience! Ziwalos is still on our side, and so, I shall play us a tune to carry over wavelengths far and wide...

As Ziwalos churned—clicking and hissing with every moment within the hallowed walls of Kessoshaero—they began upon their way. Fully loaded, the Chariot rumbled forward, bouncing and bumbling down the cobblestone paths to the Courtyard of Courage.

The stouthearted bard began to play and sing as they all merrily munched and drank:

"Ohhhhhh, Hyarkor and Hyaeislin were an unruly pair,

but none would Tach them, none would DARE!

Rrrraaarrr, RRRAAARRRHHH!! The two did Spohs...

And so, the tale of this tough pair GOES!

Hyarkor... Hyaeislin... HUUUAAAH!!

Hyarkor... Hyaeislin... HUUUAAAH!! RRRRRRAH!

Ohhhhhh, Hyarkor and Hyae... ..."

Rolling along the rocky path, Bardiche’s rusty locks of hair swayed to and fro. Garjeegyl smiled and giggled. Gerty chomped on Karrish and Parthius. Dupree’ polished his jagged-edged sword. Elliott was Elliott.

As Bardiche strummed upon his Leutronica, he kept rhythm, chord structure, and Time...

THE COURTYARD OF COURAGE was located nearby Castle Kessoshaero, but primarily extended throughout the forest’s chaparral, closest to an intricate old gazebo. Almost as though Titan (a legendary Zell hero who had bequeathed a unique Amulet to Jackralvian) had never fallen so long ago, the greenery around this gazebo was once again decorated with meticulous care. Lights had been hung, illuminated by both Flam and Thuune alike. Braziers had been set along stony paths which snaked into and out of Kessoshaero, and—all things being equal—the coronation ceremony truly mirrored the preparation and care which had once gone into honoring Titan only a few Tides ago.

As Princess Violetta (a Zell of Amethyst) privately whispered into the wind, practicing her acceptance speech, Jackie coordinated all remaining tasks to ensure that coronations would proceed well. After directing several Zell guards and sentries in various directions to accomplish random objectives, six playful and energetic Ys Zell (dragonflies) whipped about the trees, giggling with mischief and excitement. They all seemed to be chasing one another in a wild and hasty version of ‘T.a.Z.’ (‘touch and zoom’). Unfortunately, Deagullz and Yarf became a bit too rambunctious, and one of the pair of Ys twirled out a helical pattern which led directly into Jackralvian! Startled, Jackie stared in awe as the fluttering winged sprite bounced from his shiny scales. But she recovered with speed and grace.

"WHOA! Whoooaaah, slow down, there, Deagullz!

OhhhHHIIIIIIIIIIII!!! Voloh Jacksy-Jackz! But, Nae, Naesst! Can’t go slow!

Huh?!

Giggling like the mischievous satyrs they were, all six Ys rapidly chirped in unison:

Cyuarf... SCHNARRFF! CYUARF SCHNARRFF!! CYUARF SCHNARRFF!!!

Smirking, Jackralvian was perplexed, yet entertained by their adorable vocal pitches. Ys Zell often expressed their unique nuances of ZellSpohs (‘dragonspeak’), but Jackie wasn’t familiar with the term. Riled up, Deagullz, Yarf, Leuwee, Butterscotch, Jellyscotch, and Midas wouldn’t stop moving. They danced and buzzed about like goofy little faeries.

Genuinely curious, Jackralvian figured an inquiry over their terminology couldn’t hurt.

Uhm... ‘See... arf—uh—Ssh... shhna’—?

SCHNARRFF! ZiZiZiZiZIIIII!! Ziiinyyyeeeaaaaaah. Cyuarf Schnarrff.

Dare I ask what in the Oosiverse... uh... ‘See-arf... Sshnarf’ is??

ZiZiZi! It mean: can’t slow down. PLAY! Cyuarf mean ‘Cyur’... but, but, Schnarrff mean PLLLAAAAAAYY TIIIMMME!! ZiiinyyyEEEAAAH!

Deagullz pressed her tiny Talos close upon her chest into a tight clench, like the shape of a ball. All at once, she joyfully launched her dainty little arms outward, extending both sets of her adorable Talos into the air—as if she was letting the contents of her Cyur (heart) spill forth into the Oos (sky). It was not for humans to understand.

His face lost all expression. Jackie had witnessed a similar gesture from Link not long ago. A scowl materialized upon his battered face. He rubbed at the Lichtenberg figures upon his ivory skull. Without letting his exhaustion factor in, he mumbled a reply.

Ys Zell play time, huh?

"Ziiiiiiinnyyeeeaaaaaahhhh! Dah firsts one has one each, butz, butz the NEXT gets TWO each! Lucky SCHNARRFF! LUCKY LUCKY! Four.

Jackralvian’s patience was running thin, but the confusion of Deagullz’s Spohs kept him quiet like the Suust of Oos. Memories of Link flooded into his Mea. She continued.

...‘Cyuarf’ has one ‘r’, one ‘f’... butz, butz... SCCCHHHHNNNAAAARRFF, well, DAT one hazzez two of BOTHZEEZ! Heheheh. So, four. FOUR! Lucky, lucky!

The Zell of Diamond had absolutely NO idea what the bloody Glecko the little Ys Zell was Spohsing about. However, it hardly mattered. There was work to be done.

Well Deagullz... Yarf... ALL SIX of you. Listen, please. Coronations are about to start, so we’d all appreciate it if you would... ‘Schnarf’ somewhere else. Chi-Yong.

Before Jackralvian could even place his Talos over his fist, Deagullz and the five pixies were already zipping off into the trees as her chirpy voice echoed in the distance:

OKAHBYYYYYYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!

Shocked that his Mea had just been scrambled into proverbial mush, he exhaled a deep but confused breath. Futile attempts came and went as he attempted to comprehend this odd detail of Ys Zell terminology. ‘Play time’? Still, it was—of course—adorable.

Artemis approached. He’d actually been ‘observing’ the entire exchange of casual pleasantries, but had calculatedly not made his presence known... until he Spohs:

As you know, Ys Zell are quite mischievous, yet also... very mysterious. Like us.

"Artemis. Didn’t Jee you. Again. But... uhm... Zi. Zi. Mysterious. Just like her.

Fixated, he stared off at the distant Ys Zell. Without a care in the world, the six faeries cackled, spun, and twinkled in the horizon. Reflecting, Jackie continued to watch as their freedom unfolded via every flight pattern imaginable—just as he’d once witnessed dozens upon dozens more Ys Zell rotating and twirling off into the sunrise... at the Night Pyre.

...she always seemed able to... Jee beyond.

Zi. Indeed, Chi-Zell.

Artemis nodded as he set his bony Talos over his wrinkled fist. Jackie turned to face the wise yet weathered Zell of gold and ceremoniously greeted him in return.

You know... it’s still weird to be addressed as ‘Chi-Zell’, Art.

Duly earned, my Vas Amal. Time passes quickly.

It does. So... on to the work at hand. Dare I ask? Is Violetta even READY yet?

The two turned toward the royal Princess’ direction. Violetta was regally gesticulating in various, quirky ways as she quietly but audibly rehearsed, ‘playing’ to a crowd of extremely captive trees situated some distance from the gazebo. Artemis chuckled.

I believe you’ll need to ask the Princess yourself. However, she seems as nervous as Althe’aya once was, ages ago. Long story. Perhaps another Time.

I suppose Vio will be just Foi. She’s never shied away from a speech! Besides, Gerty, Jeeg, Ell and the others should be here any moment. We’re almost set. Now then... was there something YOU needed before we begin?

Zi. Jackie. A question. Are you absolutely certain you still wish to announce—

Zi, Artemis. Zi. If there is anything I learned during the Vas Tach at the Pyre... it was that we’re running out of Time. Either that or... we often waste it.

The aurelian wizard inhaled a deep, heartfelt breath, tousled his old white beard, and paused a solid six moments prior to responding.

Agreed. However, my concern isn’t the fact that we have so much to do and so little Time... Nae. My worries are that few at Kessoshaero are truly prepared to accept and to undertake what you’ll propose. They are not yet... attuned.

You’re starting to sound a little like Bardiche...

Truly? At my ripe old age, better a poet and minstrel than wizard and warrior.

Jackie sighed. It was true: Artemis was beginning to look ‘weathered beyond his Epochs’, and despite incredible resilience over his blindness, he couldn’t last forever. No Zell could.

You’re already all four to me.

Arrivals were inevitable, and it was clear that every Zell and Ys at Kessoshaero would soon congregate about the ceremonial grounds. Rolling in upon Violetta’s Chariot, Bardiche, Elliott, Gerty, Dupree’ and Garjeegyl dismounted to unload their copious cargo of food and drinks. Dozens of Zell had also been mulling about, casually chatting and inspecting each other’s appearances. Several more were on patrol all about the perimeter, guarding, and closely watching. This was quite ironic, as, at this particular moment, the Zell of Kessoshaero (and Taelondria, to some extent) truly had no significant ‘enemies’.

Deep beyond the crystalline walls of Kessoshaero, Ziwalos hummed and clicked away. The six intricate, age-old indicators determinedly made their endless circular rounds.

From the West, Raeniya swooped in and landed without ado, nodding toward Jackralvian with a smile as she went to work. And twirling in from the East, even the six Ys Zell (including Deagullz and Yarf) were unexpectedly helpful and resourceful.

Here they come, Art. Shall I open the ceremonies or, would you prefer to do so?

Oh, Zi! Before I start, Zi, I’d LOVE for you to begin!

I shouldn’t have asked, but... Foi. Still... uhhh. As much as I’ve thought about all of these proclamations, I hardly know where TO begin, Artemis.

It is what you END with which will matter most, Jackralvian.

The venerable old wizard smiled as he trotted off and took his own place amongst the dozens upon dozens of Kessoshaero’s patrons. With provocative exuberance, Princess Violetta greeted everyone, directing the Zell and Ys to their appropriate positions.

A long, double-row of six and six ceremoniously outfitted Zell guards lit twelve corresponding braziers as Jackralvian approached the center of the courtyard. All eyes (‘Jee’) revered Kessoshaero’s new young champion, and few to none could compare. He was the protector which anyone of any land and any Time had hoped for—one whom they prayed would also forever remain.

It was a Starsday like no other! The sun gleamed with its warm, shimmering elegance. A deliciously cool breeze carried the distinct scent of refreshingly sweet, crispy Dewberries and equally fresh Brambleberries. Tree leaves fluttered in the wind like dozens of Ys Zell wings. Impatiently awaiting Jackralvian’s command, the crowd grew anxiously Suust (silent). Full stop.

With a nervous breath,  a nod, and a smile, Jackie signaled to Kessoshaero’s subjects that it was all to begin. Compelled to properly communicate the event’s importance, Jackie  swooped his arms upward in a grandiose, circular manner, finally placing his right, open-clawed Talos over his left closed fist. This was a custom of honor (‘Chi-Foi’)—a gesture in which Zell paid respect, greetings, and even farewells. Some may have understood it as a ‘bow’, perhaps demonstrated from expert martial arts practitioners within other cultures. Jackie’s six outstretched right Talos specifically formed an oval, ring-like shape, but three of those digits simultaneously aimed toward the heavens. The left fist underneath