Warrior of Udan

By Allen Macyntyre

A massage therapist from New York goes on vacation in the Bahamas. Due to circumstances beyond his control or possible knowledge, he winds up on a world where he must learn to survive. Will he be captured, enslaved, or worse?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Page Publishing, Inc.
• Release date: Feb 23, 2023
• ISBN: 9798886547535

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Warrior of Udan

Allen Macyntyre

Copyright © 2023 Allen Macyntyre

All rights reserved

First Edition

PAGE PUBLISHING

Conneaut Lake, PA

First originally published by Page Publishing 2023

All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without written permission from the author.

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Table of Contents

Acknowledgments

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

People and Dragons

Glossary

To the man that taught me that a true man could show love for his family and that a man has the honor of his word and his name, although at times I may not have followed his lessons on that as strict as I should. He has taught me the true meaning of strength and honor. He has taught me that it does not matter the honor of others. Only the honor of oneself holds and sways over the things you do. I dedicate this to the man that was a loving husband to my mother, Gary L. Mongold, my father, my friend, and my teacher.

Acknowledgments

I would like to give recognition to those that were inspirations for some of the characters contained herein. Some of the characters' names are Clisser, Kin Rashar, Desana, and Sandtiger, among others.

And I would like to give special thanks to Chyna for her majority of work for Teona's dance in the lair.

Chapter 1

Koran

My name's now Koran. I had been here on Udan for so long that I barely remember my name as it was on Earth. How I got here to this world is still a mystery, but I no longer yearn to return. All I can seem to remember is that I awoke one hot summer morning while on vacation. I had recently taken a vacation from my massage therapy practice. I had decided to take my vacation that year in the Bahamas. Had I known what was to transpire that fateful day, I would perhaps have decided on Hawaii.

I decided to do some swimming in the blue-green waters of the lagoon. As I approached the water, I noticed something shining as if a mirror were just under the surface of the water. I ran into the water and decided to swim out to see what it was. When I got to where it was shining, I raised my head above the water and inhaled, filling my lungs with air. I dove quickly under the water, diving straight for the bottom toward the object, which now seemed to glow a brilliant bluish-white color. I suddenly felt dizzy; the water around me began to seem to sparkle and shimmer.

My lungs felt as if they were about to burst as I felt the need for air. I remembered trying to swim to the surface. It felt as if something had grabbed my foot and was pulling me under. I tried to struggle to get to the surface, but I was surrounded by the blue-white light, and then there was sudden darkness as I passed out. The next thing I knew, I was lying on a beach with an old man bending over me. I looked up at him for a minute to see an old face and gray-white hair. He was not an old decrepit man, but as I could see and later found out, he was an old warrior, yet I could see by his size and muscle tone that he was still a formidable force if he chose to be.

Where am I? I asked. He sat there looking at me with a puzzled look on his face. Where am I? I asked again.

Still getting no response, I began to sit upright. I decided to look around, thinking perhaps I had drifted to a small island or some such place. However, I had found to my astonishment that the waters were deep blue and the sky was a more greenish color. I looked at the old man and examined him as I suppose he examined me. I tried to stand, and as I rose, a bit shaky at first, to my full height of six feet and two inches with two-hundred-pound weight. I thought of myself as quite a good physical specimen, with me having won an amateur fitness contest. I was not the biggest or the best, but I had always taken pride in having a well-defined muscle tone. However, as I looked at the old man, I could see that he, too, was a good physical specimen.

I stood and looked around to try to get my bearings. I felt a rumble in my guts, and by the look on the old man's face, I could see it was quite audible as well. He motioned to his mouth and looked at me. I nodded my head as I rubbed my empty gut. The old man, as I later found out to be called Tars Trevlyn, motioned me to follow him. Wearily at first, I followed Tars. He kept going slow as I assumed he knew of my weariness. We walked for about five minutes, then arrived at what I had assumed to be his home. I followed him up to the door where he motioned for me to have a seat on the enclosure. So I sat and looked all around, trying to see anything that might seem even remotely familiar. I noticed the grass and even the trees were like none I had ever seen.

But I quickly dismissed the differences when an aroma of cooked meat wafted out the door. Tars had moments before entering. I was expecting Tars himself to be carrying something. But to my pleasant surprise, it was an extremely beautiful young woman who stepped onto the enclosure with a platter that seemed way too heavy for her. But before I got out of my chair to help her, I could see the girl was quite capable as she deftly and quickly moved over to where I sat and placed the platter on a table beside me. She spoke something, but it was in a language I had never heard before.

She looked at me as if she was expecting a reply. I looked at the meat and began to reach for a piece. Seeing my actions, the girl pulled off a piece of the meat and placed it on a plate. Then she moved in front of me and knelt down on her knees and leaned back to rest on her heels. I watched the girl, and I noticed she moved her thighs apart so I could see all that made her a woman. I was a bit surprised at first, but I could not take my eyes off her. I heard chuckles from the doorway. I reluctantly turned my sight from the girl to see Tars standing there as though he was laughing, but I just grinned at him.

He had a large pitcher in his right hand and two goblets in his left. I watched as he walked over to a chair on the opposite side of the table from me and sat down. Again the girl spoke, and I did not understand a word, but she offered the plate up to me. I looked down at her and saw into her eyes. They reminded me of two emeralds placed on a milky white porcelain vase. I smiled as I took the plate and sat it beside me on the table. I heard Tars speak to the girl, and I watched as she did the same thing for him. He accepted his plate, and then I assumed by her actions that the words that he spoke, Sola taven kintar prova, were meant as Thank you. You may go.

I watched the girl disappear back into the house and just smiled as I now thought this old man had a healthy appetite as healthy as my own appetite for women. Tars motioned for me to take a bite of the meat on my plate, so I did. Taking a small nibble at first, then to my surprise, I found it tasted a bit like steak but with a spicy difference. I took a bigger bite of the meat, as my stomach would no longer wait. He poured a goblet full of what seemed to look and smell like wyne. I took the goblet and nodded in thanks as my mouth was full. It must have seemed to him as it would to me that I had not eaten in a week. As I ate the meat quite eagerly, I ate and drank till my stomach was quite full. I leaned back into my chair and was very grateful that Tars had found me.

He looked at me and touched his chest and spoke, Tars Trevlyn.

I took that to be his name. So I touched my chest and said, Allen Macintyre.

He tried to say the name, but it came out as Lln Mctr. He shook his head and began to rub his chin in thought. I noticed a small glimmer in his eye as he touched his chest and said, Tars Trevlyn. Then he pointed to me and spoke, Koran Trevlyn. I took it as an honor as it seemed he had given me his last name. But I noticed when the girl came back out with a tray of fruit, the utter surprise in her eyes when he had said the name that I was thereafter known by.

I had assumed it had been a lover of hers, but I later found out, once I had gotten more acquainted with this world, that he was the son of Tars and had died in a storm at sea. Tars motioned me into the house and had the girl take me to a room with a bed, where I was to sleep that night. I turned to watch as the girl bowed as if to ask to leave and disappeared into the dark hall. I was feeling the effects of a full belly and the wine, so I lay down on the bed. And as I lay there drifting off to sleep, I heard a noise. It sounded like the sound a sail would make when a wind would come and fill it. There were three following sounds like the first. I lay there running over the day's events in my mind before I dozed off to sleep.

I awoke the next morning to the girl touching my cheek. She motioned for me to follow, so I stood up. I followed the girl outside, and there stood Tars with two staffs in hand. He tossed one to me, and I caught it. He began to teach me the art of handling it in a fight though I got quite a few bruises and such from him teaching me various weapons. I had learned eagerly and well. Though eager, I was a difficult student as I knew little of any fighting skills. I took considerable bruises and nicks before I could defend myself properly. But he kept teaching me till I could beat him in a fight. He had the girl, whose name I found out to be Kylia, teach me the language they spoke. I had guessed he somehow figured I was not born in this world. Somehow, I had been transported to a world much like Earth, but there were subtle differences. They spoke the name of this world as Udan.

One day, as I awoke earlier than usual, I heard Tars outside, so I rose up and dressed in my tunic and light leathers, as it was still midsummer. I reached the doorway and was about to speak when Kylia turned and quietly placed her finger to my lips and motioned me to watch. I did so as I stealthily moved to the open doorway. I could not believe my eyes. I stepped lightly and cautiously out to the enclosure. The sight I witnessed was like nothing I had ever seen. Here in the open area in front of the house stood Tars with about ten little creatures that I could only describe as house cat-sized dragons. I was amazed at the sight of them. I saw Tars take out a small piece of meat as one landed on his outstretched arm, and he fed the little beast.

What kind of creatures are these? I heard my voice come out in raspy tones as I was amazed at these little dragons.

He turned to me, and with a slight smile on his lips, he said, Farlings.

They are beautiful, I said, and I slowly moved toward him. I hoped that by moving slowly, I would not surprise the farlings. I later learned that these farlings were a breed of their own. Though much smaller, they were related to their larger cousins. To my surprise, one had landed on my shoulder and caressed my chin with its muzzle.

Tars looked at me in surprise and spoke, That is something I have never seen, a farling landing on the shoulder without coaxing nor having yet impressed.

I looked at him curiously. Impressed?

Yes, he said. This is a good omen. You are destined for great things, Koran.

I still looked puzzled, but I heard the little beast on my shoulder whine as if he was hungry. I turned to see Kylia bringing out a small pouch with some meat and handing it to me. To my surprise, she had brought a pouch for herself and began to coax a few to her as well. I took out a chunk of meat and held it up to the beast. He took it and ate it greedily.

I touched its head. I will have to name you, my little friend, I thought as I pulled out another piece of meat and handed it to my little beast. I smiled as I looked at my farling and spoke, Deth sounds like a good name for you, my pet.

As we all stood in the darkest moments before sunrise feeding the little farlings, impressing and befriending them as the dawn's first morning rays began to shine upon the spot where we stood, I was somewhat shocked by the colors of the farlings. I realized my first statement of their beauty was far understated. I could now see in the light their shimmering color, somewhat metallic in color. Some were brilliant blue in color and others were green. I had seen the one Tars impressed was an onyx color. And when I looked at Kylia, I noticed a beautiful amethyst one had been taken by her. And I looked at Tars and noticed a surprised look on his face.

What's wrong, Tars? I asked.

He kept silent for a moment, then he spoke, Yes, a good omen indeed.

I noticed then that he was referring to Deth, my little farling, so I looked to see his glimmering ruby head looking back at me. I surmised that his color was very rare. Then as abruptly as the excitement began, it was over with the meat pouches now empty and our impressed farlings' bellies were full. The unimpressed farlings, ten in all, took flight and vanished. I did not notice the fact at first as I had another question on my mind.

Tars, I said as I looked at him. Why did you give me the name Koran Trevlyn? He looked at me, and a sudden sadness crossed his face, and he said nothing. Tars, I do not mean to offend.

He spoke before I finished my train of thought. Koranus was my son. He went out to the sea one morn, and that eve, there was a terrible storm. I never found his body.

I bowed my head hearing the sorrow in his voice.

He was an honorable man. He lived as a man should, proud, honorable, and a great warrior. I felt that he died too young, and it was when I had seen you washed up on the beach that perhaps in some way my son had returned, he said.

I quickly bent down with my right arm resting on my right knee and my left knee and fist down on the ground. I looked at Tars with nothing but respect for this old honorable warrior and said, I thank you for the privilege of bearing the name of your son. I shall do all I can to keep it an honorable one.

To my surprise, Tars chuckled. I thought I was right about you, my friend, or I would not have given you the name at the start. I looked into your eyes and saw a shimmer of honor in you. He smiled and placed his hand on my shoulder. Now rise but not as my friend but as my son.

Hearing his words, I rose slowly. I stood before Tars Trevlyn, my savior and my teacher. Thank you. I shall always honor you and bring honor to your name… Father, I said.

He smiled and placed his hands on my shoulders. I noticed a single tear form and fall from the corner of his left eye. I was somewhat startled when his farling began to croon what seemed to be a happy tune. Kylia's farlings soon joined in the chorus. To my surprise, even little Deth joined his happy voice to the tune. However, there came a much deeper voice from what I had assumed to be a barn. This voice had also joined in the chorus, but to my surprise, the farlings did not stop their singing nor did they take flight.

My curiosity had gotten the better of me once more as I began to walk to the barn. Suddenly in my mind, there came a picture of a large dragon. I stopped for a moment but kept going to the barn. When I neared the barn, I noticed a large snout coming out. I noticed it was identical in shape to the farlings. However, it was much larger. I stopped and began to step back as the snout began to come out of the barn.

I heard a deep bass voice speak. So you are why Tars is happy once more. I had been curious as to the reason, a dragon's voice stated.

You speak? I said in awe to the beast whose head I now saw. I have never before seen such a magnificent creature as you, I stated.

With that, the dragon's eyes lit up a brilliant green. There were no pupils, but the dragon had incredible eyesight. The dragon slowly moved out of the barn as the other farlings began to fly around the great mighty beast. I noticed his color was a metallic onyx color, just like one of the farlings Tars had befriended.

Yes, he is magnificent, isn't he, Koran?

I turned to see Tars looking at me and smiling. Yes, magnificent indeed. I looked back at the dragon. And how should I refer to such a magnificent creature? I said to Tars as my eyes turned back to the dragon.

My name is Maruth, spoke the dragon. Maruth then came out of the barn, and I noticed his head was about the size of an earth Volkswagen beetle automobile. From nose to tail, Maruth was 120 feet long, and he stood about 90 feet tall on his hind legs.

I spoke in a voice as filled with wonder as a child looking around his new home. This world is amazing filled with such creatures as you, Maruth, I replied. I heard the great beast come as close as a dragon could to chuckling. And over my shoulder, I heard Tars himself chuckle. Does everyone have a dragon as a life partner here?

Tars burst out in laughter as did Maruth. After they both had slowed their laughter, he said, Nay, my son. Dragons are a picky breed. They do not impress to just anyone. Out of maybe twenty men, a dragon will choose one to be his rider and partner. The other nineteen will go often unchosen till they are past the age of being allowed to impress.

I understand, I said as I turned and looked back to the dragon and then to my adopted father. May I touch him? I asked of Tars. He just smiled and nodded. I walked over to Maruth, and the closer I got to him, the larger he seemed. I reached out and touched the right side of the dragon, and to my surprise, he was warm to the touch. I looked up to see Maruth looking at Tars. I looked at Tars, and I saw in his eyes a far-off glassy look. And to my surprise, a smile crossed Tars's lips, and he nodded as if to agree with an unspoken statement.

Yes, I think he will like that, spoke Tars almost absentmindedly, mouthing aloud what he had thought. Then the glazed look in Tars's eyes was gone. He looked at me and spoke, Are you not afraid?

I turned to him and replied, I am more in awe than frightened, Father. He smiled as he walked toward me. I felt the huge head of Maruth lowered beside me as if he was evaluating me with his right emerald eye.

Then come. Let us fly. He motioned for Kylia to get the riding straps.

Fly? I said.

Fly, he replied as he smiled.

Maruth leaned down, and I saw a leather strap around his neck, down at the shoulders, and a leather strap underneath his forelegs (arms), which formed a harness. Kylia came back bearing two belts, and those belts had two long straps connected to each of them on the sides.

I put one on where he indicated, with the two leather straps slightly to my front, each just slightly above my hips. I pulled it then buckled it tightly as I looked at him.

Tars looked at me and grinned. He checked my belt. Have you ever worn a riding belt before? he asked.

No, this is the first, I explained.

How did you know how to put it on? he asked.

I looked at him curiously and said, It just seemed that this was the way it went.

He just smiled as he climbed to the saddle and then clipped the straps from his belt to the upper strap of the harness Maruth wore.

I clamped the left strap of my belt to one of the lower rings and then climbed up to sit behind Tars. I handed him the right strap of my belt, and he connected it to the ring on the opposite side of the one I clamped on.

Then as if Maruth knew we were clamped on (as there was a silent communication between the rider and his dragon as I would later find out), he took flight with one mighty leap into the air, with a mighty flap of his leathery wings. To my surprise, it was the sound I had been hearing at night before I sleep. Then we were aloft.

I felt a twinge of pain in my shoulder, but before I could react, it let up. I looked to my shoulder and saw Deth with his eyes a light blue and a sad feeling as if to say he was sorry. I supposed he was not ready to be given