Secrets of Ravenstone: Keeper of La Tecla (The Key) Book One
ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝟛𝟙

Marxus planned a speech, but before he could speak, he watched as Yzavela held up her dirty hands, interrupting him. Backing away, he watched as she took steps toward him, shouting loudly in frustration and anger, as she began steaming fiercely, with a dancing flame in her eyes.

“You son-of-a-b*tch! Yet again, you put our lives in danger! And for what, Marxus…tell me!” I held out my arms.

The others worried, as they tried calming her down, but then again, they too, shared her level of anger, so backing away as her form continued steaming, before turning into a faint Aura, they felt an intense heat as her Aura flickered with bright, and violent, embers. Her petite form was highlighted in a low, heatwave like outline.

“I beg your pardon, Yzavela?!” Marxus argued, “You dare to speak to me like this, yet again, and expect me to tolerate it?! Clearly you forget whose place you’re living in!” he warned in a blunt, angry tone.

“At this point Marxus, I don’t give a damn! If you don’t want me there, that’s fine, when we return, I’ll gather my things, and my mother, then we’ll leave never looking back and then the Isle can sink into the sea for all I care! But let me tell you something, and you listen well, I’ve had enough of your…” I gestured at him up and down mockingly, “god damn tests, or your careless actions, and most of all your misjudgment of me, of all of us! I thought you cared, but apparently you don’t, the only one you care about is yourself!” I managed to push him back, but this time with a force that knocked the man down to the ground as he stumbled on a pile of rocks, but what made it stranger, I didn’t even physically touch him with my hands. At this moment, I gathered all my rage and anger, turning it to an energy that emanated from my feet, through my entire body, before releasing it from my hands. Staring at them, I felt a fading tingling sensation before I focused my eyes on the Immortal that knelt on his elbows, stunned.

Looking around, he watched as everyone stared at him.

“Yz-Yza, what did you do?” Sarah’s voice cracked softly.

Turning to everyone, I continued leering fiercely, standing in my Aura then I released a snake-like hiss which wasn’t like me, before turning my gaze back toward Marxus, who slowly, with the help of Thomas, stood.

Pushing Thomas’ hands away, Marxus stepped forward.

“You pushed me once, and I ignored it, but no more.”

“And what are you going to do Marxus, hmm?!” I threatened, holding my arms out once more, “Do you want a showdown, or a battle between you and my origins, is that it? In front of everyone here, because at this point, your chances are looking pretty slim!” I barked fiercely, without care.

Standing speechless, being put on the spot, the Immortal did take action; reaching out his hands that glowed brightly in a blue arcane hue, the magic that he yielded and lashed out, had been deflected by a fiery barrier that created violent blasts of fire that startled the others standing near her. Lowering his hands, watching as her Aura brightened, before fading slightly, what was she, what were her powers and how could she have been able to deflect his magic?

Breathing heavily, I stepped forward, in a warning, when the deep guttural growls of Zanzabarr approached, as he stood on my right, heeling without command.

Leering at her, unsure if he should lash out again, there was nothing more Marxus had to say, or do, in that moment. As he lowered his hands, taking steps back as the wolf stalked in his direction, he turned away, and just when he thought that was the end of it, he listened as Erik jumped in, loudly adding his complaints. Closing his eyes, trying to block the sound of Erik’s arrogant voice, the others chimed in as well, before all had turned their backs on him, contemplating on just packing their bags and gear, leaving his company.

Taking another deep breath, unaware fully of the incredibly stupid, but brave confrontation against Marxus, I sat near the mouth of the cave, breathing in the fresh evening air. Raising my hands, turning them over, feeling the tingling power that surged beneath my skin, I couldn’t help grow a faint grin that faded, hearing Zanzabarr’s panting as he approached, laying behind me, before raising his head, growling deeply. Turning around, there stood Anthony, holding a blanket in hand, with a comforting smile. Reaching for the lump of fabric, I offered a reassuring smile and thanked him. I watched as he sat close by, just sitting silently, offering his company without words.

Thirty minutes later, Jonathan attempted building a fire but the rains had soaked the logs too much for them to catch any hope of a flame that would warm up the area. Looking around, he searched through one of the gear backpacks, trying to replace fuel and just as he removed the bottle, a bright fire erupted in a tall flame. Glancing around in surprise, as did everyone, he looked across the campfire, gazing upon Yzavela who stood; her right hand was engulfed in a soft flame that looked as if it crept up her arm, before fading as she clenched her fist.

“Um, thanks.” he grinned.

“You’re welcome.” I nodded, sitting close to the fire, but as I turned glancing over my shoulder, I watched as Marxus, in a series of shuffling steps, paced nervously, “Hmm.” I moaned, then turned away.

“You should clean off, you look bloody awful.” Sarah advised.

Glancing down at myself, I really did. My clothes were stiff, and covered in mud and gritty residue still from the iron and rust. Nodding agreeably, I stood then scampered toward the back of the cave with Sarah, who stood holding a blanket that shielded me away from views of the men as I quickly splashed some of the rain water, washing myself off as much as I could, I then changed my clothes, boots and even undergarments. Tapping Sarah on the shoulder, letting her know I was dressed, I thanked her for her help, then reached into my bag for my brush, and once my hair had been fluffed enough to look presentable, I felt better in dry clothes but unfortunately I could feel a pressure and stuffiness in my nose, that I knew were signs of an oncoming cold and sure enough, I sneezed.

“Bless you.” a chorus of voices offered.

“Bless, me, thank me, may the devil take me but thank you.” I offered everyone a smile then glanced at Zanzabarr who had retrieved his brush from my bag, wanting to have his sleek fur brushed too. Smiling affectionately, I began brushing his fur, “There you go, my little hellhound.” I whispered.

Sitting around, staying warm, everyone then asked both Erik and Yzavela what had happened in the cave. They sat on the edge of their makeshift seats, gasping at times in disbelief of the trauma they had gone through, especially during the last course, the bridge that had collapsed.

Looking around, I received worried expressions and voices of concern about my injuries, but I reassured them all I had was a bruised hip, ribs and bump on my head.

“Join the club.” Anthony teased, gesturing at his own.

“This isn’t about you.” Erik barked, leering at him.

“Erik, come on…” Jonathan whispered, leaning close to him.

“So, what did you get as a prize for completing your quest?” Sarah questioned curiously. She smiled, watching as Yzavela laid the rock in her lap. As she quickly glanced at everyone, she was relieved to see their confusion matched hers, even the head tilt, “It’s a rock…” she continued, looking back at her, “I mean, what are you supposed to do with a rock?”

“That was my first impression when it was handed to me too.” I answered softy, gently turning it over as it rested against my knees, “What it’s for, I have no dea. Well, I can think of a way to use it.” I leered over at Nathan, who sat smoking yet another cigarette, not showing interest, “Pfft.” I hissed then glanced at Marxus who sat near the mouth of the cave, but he said nothing as he didn’t even look in my direction.

“If it was given to you, it must be worth something.” Thomas advised softly, “Don’t you think?”

“It looks like something that broke off a meteor.” Jonathan’s blue eyes studied the rock, seeing flecks of Amber within it, “I hope it’s not radioactive.” he teased, offering a friendly wink.

“Gee, thanks.” I joked, “What’s next, losing my hair?”

“Mine too.” Erik added.

Everyone shared a hardy laugh, and I was grateful Jonathan had managed to break the tension, changing the subject. Once the laughter ceased, my eyes once more, focused upon Marxus.

“You’re quiet over there.” I muttered loud enough for him to hear, “Planning another test, because I’m sure I can speak for everyone and say that’ll be a hell-to-the f*ck no!”

Sitting with a foot resting on a higher rock, he slowly turned, glancing over his left shoulder while his right hand gently rested against his chin. Standing slowly, he adjusted his coat.

“I know all of you are upset, I cannot and will not deny that.” he spoke softly, “But once all of you calm down, I sincerely do hope that you will come to understand all of this.” he clasped his hands behind his back.

“Nah, mate…” Erik argued, “not a chance.”

“He’s right.” Thomas added, “No chance.”

“Nope.” Jonathan shook his head.

“Mm-mm.” Sarah squeaked, inching closer to Jonathan.

“Not a chance.” Anthony growled, flashing his yellow eyes.

“We’ll see, Marxus…we’ll see.” my words were surprising.

“All of you are too hot-headed and temperamental, so let me get a few things straight and all of you, are going to listen, I swear this is that last time I am going to say this.” Marxus’ calm but elegant Spanish voice turned blunt and agitated, “I do apologize to all of you, I know this doesn’t seem fair but what makes you think that I’m going to put anyone here…” he gestured at everyone sitting before him, “through training that is easy, hmm? Nothing in life is easy, for each and every one of you, need to learn different courses to take, not all of them will be same, you know this.” he affirmed, pointing his index finger affirmatively, “Each and every situation that you come across will make you stronger, and yes as go you along, you will learn how to handle it and the people that could, or will be, involved.” he paced around everyone slowly, “Those of you here that only know the life of the Isle, have lived only a sheltered life, knowing nothing about the outside world…” he looked at three in particular, “except for Thomas, Anthony and Yzavela, who have traveled from the States and Italy to England, but for the rest of you, this is your first adventure off the Isle, but the rest of you are too young to remember.” he made a point, “The three of them have a lot to offer in the way of what it’s like living in big cities and handling all of the encounters they have learned from, and they’re not all bad. It is wise that the rest of you learn from them, while teaching a few things that you know, in return. I am sorry that you feel that I have put all of you…” he continued pacing around the fire, “in dangerous situations, but the cave was just a test, and the town with no name was a misjudgment on my part that I highly regret, sincerely, but it goes to show you the world is not a safe place, despite what you think, or hear about it, and especially now. However, out of all of this, I do hope that I’ve taught you all a lesson in someway, and that is all I will say, I think enough has been said.” he paused, standing on the other side of the fire, looking like the leader that he was, “Now, are you satisfied with my answer?” he looked around at all of the curious, and intense faces staring at him.

“I’m not.” Erik protested as he stood, “Keeps and I had almost died in that bloody cave, she almost broke her back and could have suffered a concussion and I almost risked my life saving hers so…” he spat at the ground near Marxus’ feet, “you can piss on your apology.”

“I didn’t plan on any of that.” Marxus argued bluntly, leering at the young man that stood alone.

“Maybe you didn’t, but you set up the test in the first place.” I added, keeping my place among the others, “And speaking of, who the hell was the old man in the cavern, and where did he get this rock?!” I placed my hands upon it, as it lay at my feet.

“A man?” Marxus seemed confused, “Are you sure?”

“I think I know the difference between a man and a woman!”

“Yes, I know you do but, I did not plan any of this with a man, so forgive me if I am momentarily confused.” Marxus fretted, “And you saw him too, this…this man?” he looked at Erik.

“Yes I did, he smelled prettier than the man-pimp over there.” Erik pointed over at Anthony.

“What the hell is your problem?!” Anthony growled, standing, “Cause I’d like to know about it here and now, kid.”

“I’m not a kid!” Erik clenched his fists that glowed faintly.

“Well, you’re certainly not acting like a man!” Anthony spat.

“Enough!” Thomas shouted, standing in front of Anthony. As he placed a hand on his shoulder, he gave a firm squeeze.

“Yes, that is quite enough!” Marxus announced, “It’s getting late, so we will camp here for the night. Get something to eat, then we’ll set up the tents.” he affirmed then turned away.

“You’re lucky, kid…” Anthony pointed at Erik, then glanced at Marxus, “as are you, because I’m tired of repeating myself.” he pushed Thomas’ hand away, then walked away needing a moment to himself.

“Tents. Oh fun.” I mumbled, letting the men fight.

After warming up with hot food in our bellies, the tents were unpacked, turning the cave entrance into a small tent city. I, however, failed so what do you expect, I’m a city girl, I hadn’t ever had the need to set up a tent.

Erik and Jonathan used their magic to move the pieces into place, then sat near the fire, waiting for the others. Thomas and Anthony finished second, followed by Sarah and Nathan, as well as Marxus who also used his magic as a cheat sheet, and then that left Yzavela who, once unpacking all of the pieces that were laid on the ground in front of her, stood staring at it all.

“It can’t be that bad.” I grumbled softly, then glanced down at Zanzabarr who sat holding one of the sticks, wanting to play a game of fetch, “Ah-ah, hand it over.” I knelt in front of him, “It’s not a toy, come on…” I tapped his nose, waiting for him to drop it in my hand, “good boy.” I scratched his neck, then I gave him a treat and his large chew bone. Standing yet again, I glanced back at the ground all of the sticks according to the size and number that needed to be attached in a certain order.

Since nothing needed to be said in the moment, only the soft crackling fire, of which Thomas added logs to, echoed until a loud voice, complained in frustration. Turning their heads, all watched as Yzavela struggled helplessly.

“You’ve got to be kidding, you son-of-a-mother…you piece of plastic and sticks-sh*t face-bastard!” I cursed, kicking a lump of rolled up fabric that, god willing, would transform into a tent.

“She kisses her Ma-ma with that mouth?” Thomas teased.

“You should hear her mum.” Jonathan added affectionately.

Everyone started laughing, feeling tears stinging their eyes, even Marxus stood completely perplexed that something as simple as pitching a tent, was so difficult for the young petite woman that had no fear of expressing her verbal frustration. He too, couldn’t contain his laughter, as he turned, hiding his amusement.

Sneezing softly, and coughing roughly from my cold that was slowly creeping up on me, I finally gave up on the mess of the tent, so I made the decision to crawl inside with Zanzabarr; I laid in some sort of a lump or another, leaving it as is, ignoring all of the laughter outside. Laying there, folding my arms, I hid my pout and feminine pride.

“Will someone please help that poor, pathetic girl?” Marxus pleaded through his soft laughter.

“Why can’t you just use your magic to do it?” Erik barked, as he looked at the Immortal.

“Because Erik, magic cannot be used for everything!”

“I’ll do it.” Jonathan offered.

“No…I will do it.” Anthony stood, after catching his breath.

“Wow, finally something she can’t do. Not so perfect after all.” Sarah mumbled with a snickering grin.

“Sarah, would you just…shut up?” Jonathan snapped, looking at her, “I remember there was a time when you couldn’t do it either so…whatever.” he huffed, taking a bite of jerky.

“Yeah, but I learned…with your help.” Sarah argued.

“Exactly…with my help!” the Australian finished.

Anthony cleared his throat, pulling down at his vest, and as he stood above the lump of canvas fabric, he knelt down then began gently poking around, hoping it wasn’t anything too personal and just as he poked on one of the harder lumps, he withdrew his hand quickly, hearing a feminine yelp.

“Ouch…” a woman shrieked. As the tent pulled off her head, she leered at the man above her, “did you just poke me?!”

“Um…” Anthony replied, “not intentionally but yes.” he grew another smile, shaking his head.

“Well…it’s not polite to poke people.” I sniffled then sneezed.

“I hope I didn’t poke anything personal.” he wondered softly.

“No, but still…” I pouted.

“I came over here to help you set up your…” he stood, slowly examining her mess, “tent.”

“It’s all right, I’ll be fine like this.” I argued.

“Not if it rains again, you won’t. Now please get out of there.” he held out his hands, waiting for her to grasp them.

After a moment of hesitation, I reached out for his hands. Gently being pulled to my feet, pressed against his chest, I knew my face turned red. Stepping aside, I turned, calling Zanzabarr, and watching as the wolf crawled from inside, he heeled.

Anthony knelt once more, showing her how to set up the tent, having to match end-to-end, stick-to-stick, and so forth. He watched as she smiled, hiding her face in shame, for he knew she must have felt embarrassed that she couldn’t perform the simplest task of pitching a tent. He offered a comforting smile and words, stating that camping wasn’t for everyone and that she shouldn’t have been so hard on herself.

“Tell that to everyone else.” I rasped, hearing the faint sound of residual laughter nearby.

“I’m sure they saw for themselves.” he comforted.

Nathan sat, watching the whole moment that took place, with anger and disgust, watching as Anthony and Yzavela laughed. Before he could retire to his tent, he paused, seeing Marxus in his path. Removing the notepad from his pocket, he didn’t get the chance to write anything down as the man yanked it from his hands.

“What the f*ck is your problem?!” he barked telepathically.

“You had better calm that storm brewing inside you Nathan, before I have you neutered by the local vet and I hear that he specializes in Lycynians.” Marxus answered, slapping the pad against the young man’s chest, “Understood?!” he warned.

Nathan leered at the Immortal, knowing he meant it.

“I’m not the only one that’s in the sh*t house, old man. She’s still angry with you too, so I’d watch your back, because she just might burn your a** for the third and final time.” the young man groaned, “And when that day comes, I’ll be there to piss on your ashes.” he spat the ground.

Standing closer to him, Marxus fiercely grabbed his arm, and looked deeply into his blue eyes, that flashed yellow.

“If it weren’t for your sister, and your uncle, I would’ve made the decision to leave you on the mainland to fend for yourself, which would have never given you the chance to twist, and corrupt Sarah’s mind into thinking that you are the only man that could ever make her happy.” he watched as Nathan’s eyes grew wide in shock and surprise, “Oh yes, I know about that, and the only reason why I haven’t ended your waste of a life, is because of her and Leonard, they love you despite all of the flaws that you possess. And there are too many to count for you alone, are a flaw within itself.” he withdrew his hand, adjusting the young man’s collar of his jacket menacingly,“I am losing my patience with you Nathan.”

Biting his lip, Nathan scoffed a grin, then stepped around him. Retreating to his tent, sitting on the blankets, he pulled his hair, then grunted, clenching his fists, feeling his claws puncture his palms.

Marxus watched as Nathan’s tent flap closed, then felt his jaw flexing firmly before turning away, praying the great dragon in their company, would finally answer his pleas. Shuffling in slow steps toward the entrance, he glanced at the dark sky, and saw no signs of him among the stars.

After Anthony finished, he showed Yzavela a small portable tent heater working perfectly, giving off just enough heat for her and the wolf inside.

“I feel so embarrassed.” I held my hands up to my face.

Turning to her, gently moving her hands away, he looked at her red face then into her dark eyes.

“Don’t be.” he charmed her, “And it’s no problem, really.” he lowered her hands into her lap, “Do you need some matches to light your coals?”

Glancing at him, knowing what he meant, it was awkward for the images of his fantasy flashed through my mind because it wasn’t something I could easily forget.

“Um, no. I think I…” I cleared my throat, “I think I got it.”

“Oh, I-I didn’t mean it like that.” he realized how it must have sounded from her point-of-view, “I’m sorry, you know that I would never…I only meant that…” he sighed heavily.

“Anthony, it’s all right. I know what you meant.” I accepted his apology, “It just…caught me off guard, that’s all.” I smiled, “But I’m fine, thank you. I’m sure I can light my own coals.” I held my right hand, creating a faint fire that crawled in between my fingers, “Pyro-Demon, remember?”

Releasing a soft laugh, Anthony nodded. Helping her stand, he walked with her back to the fire, but passing Erik, he could have sworn he heard the young man’s arrogant voice mock in a soft whisper,

“Nice try.”

Anthony paused, looking at him, then leaning in, he growled bluntly, but elegantly,

“I don’t have to try very hard.” he huffed then took his place next to Thomas, leering at the young man who leered at him.

Sitting next to Jonathan, he offered a cup of hot chocolate. As I took a sip, the warmth felt good.

“Thank you.” I smiled.

“No problem.” he nudged her in a friendly manner.

Looking toward Marxus, he still stood at the entrance. I let out a soft sigh, then stood, quietly approaching him and just as I was going to speak, he turned to me, saying nothing as he brushed past me. Frowning, I knew he still held a grudge against me for acting against him in such an aggressive act. I glanced at the dark sky, looking for familiar constellations but the stars were so thick, I couldn’t tell which was which, and it was then I heard Erik’s voice rasp behind me.

“Hey Keeps, you okay?”

“Yes.” I turned to him, “Just thinking.” I shrugged, “Listen, I wanted to thank you again for helping me out in there.”

“No problem. Like I said, you would have done the same.” he sipped from his cup.

“I would have yes.” I nodded, “But I’ve got a question for you.”

“Shoot.” Erik shifted his weight.

“When I was laying in the pit, did you see anyone else in there with me? God, I know that sounds stupid, but when I came to for just a second, I could have sworn I saw someone standing alongside me, and felt their hand on my cheek. And it wasn’t you, because I could see your flashlight shining around up above.”

Erik frowned, thinking back at the moment.

“Actually, yeah I did. Maybe it was just your shadow cast off from the light I was shining around, I don’t know but if there was someone in there with you…maybe it was your guardian angel, or whatever Demons have.” he grinned.

“Yeah, maybe.” I wondered, “Just thought I’d ask.”

“It is what is it, yeah?” he nodded with a smile.

Watching as he combed his hair back, it was then I noticed a tattoo on his right wrist, hidden beneath his black leather cuff bracelet. Looking familiar, I closed my eyes, remembering all of the symbols I had seen throughout the pages of the Demon book, then the image of the level 4 rank appeared in mind. As I opened my eyes, watching as he adjusted the bracelet, I said nothing, for it wasn’t my place to ask. He was a level 4 and it was all I needed to know about him.

“Well, it’s getting late and I’m exhausted.” I turned, looking at my tent where Zanzabarr lay inside, guarding its perimeter.

“Yeah, me too.” Erik smiled, “Goodnight then.” he nodded.

“Goodnight.” I reached for his hand, giving a gentle squeeze, which he quickly returned. Retreating to my tent, zipping it quickly and securely, I laid against my backpack, staring at the curved tent roof, following the shape and seams from the sticks. Removing my phone, I glimpsed through all of the old, and new photos that were in storage, including several from this arduous trek. I smiled, seeing some rare happy moments, before all of the insanity started and replaceing one that I could send my mom, putting her mind at ease, the message quickly sent. Turning off the phone, I turned my gaze, looking at the rock that lay near my head, and running my fingers along the flecks and streaks of Amber, a spark pinched my fingers. As I withdrew my hand, licking the tips of my fingers, I frowned then covered it with my jacket before turning over, trying to get some sleep.

Axeon lay still, panting, trapped beneath a steel netting that sent surges of electricity through each link, keeping him immobilized. Groaning, he watched as Hunters paced to and from their tents around their large camp, or gathered around their trunks and Jeeps that carried cages and traps, weapons, tools and other gruesome methods of their trade. Flinching, he glanced down at the massive spike that was plunged deep into his shoulder just above his left wing, and as he dug his long, tapered claws into the grass beneath him, he closed his eyes, trying to reach out to the Immortal, or even the young half-breed but there seemed to be a distance between that was either too far, or blocked because of the netting that pulsed a new surge every other minute or two.

Morning greeted everyone, with a beautiful dawn as the sun rose in the East without a cloud in the sky. After cooking just a simple, quick breakfast, we began collapsing our tents that were easy to undo, than pitch. Once laying my bags and the camping gear aside, I stood, taking in the breathtaking scenery. Removing my phone, I took several new photos, then smiled as I examined the captured moment.

“Morning.” Erik greeted as he approached her.

Turning around, there he stood with slightly messy bed hair.

“Morning.” I answered with a faint grin.

“You’re awake.” Anthony’s voice approached, “How are you?” he didn’t mean Erik as he didn’t even look at the young man.

“Fine, thank you.” I nodded.

“Really? After that nasty fall yesterday, I’m sure you must be a bit sore.” the Italian quickly scanned her.

“Nothing a hot shower and Aspirin can’t fix.” I complained.

“Mm, I might have one.” Anthony offered, then turned seeing she had dismantled her tent, “Ah, look…you didn’t need help.”

“Am I invisible?” Erik stood, listening as Anthony spoke as if his presence wasn’t there. Shifting his weight, he quickly and abruptly cleared his throat, “We were talking, you know?”

“Yes, I know you’re there but I have nothing to say to you.” the Italian argued with a frown that didn’t look good on his handsome face.

“All right, enough with the machismo.” I stood between them.

“You’re right, apologies.” Anthony bowed his head.

“Anthony!” Thomas’ voice called out for him.

“Run along mutt, your handler’s calling.” Erik barked.

“Erik…” I snapped, looking at him, “stop it! Geez…”

Standing there taking in the words, Anthony like the elegant gentleman that he was, nodded toward Yzavela then turned, but his thought were louder than the words he wanted to say. Strolling away, shaking his head, he felt Thomas gently pat his back, as they gathered their bags and gear, making sure all of it was properly packed and ready to carry down.

Watching as the Italian brothers walked away, I then turned to Erik, shaking my head in disappointment as I, too, left him standing there.

Biting his lip, Erik cursed under his breath as he ventured to his bags where Jonathan stood, arguing softly with Sarah, but he ignored their spit-spat that was nothing new.

Standing to themselves, both Thomas and Anthony glanced in Marxus’ direction, taking notice that he spoke on the radio phone and what was said, they didn’t know but seeing a deep frown, and angry expression, they could tell that he wasn’t at all pleased.

Once ending the call, Marxus placed the phone in his pocket, then examining the sky once more, he still hadn’t seen a faint outline of the Axeon’s form. Turning around, quickly looking in Yzavela’s direction, he rushed the words telepathically, catching her off guard for she jumped from the intrusion of her mind.

“Little One, have you seen Axeon?”

“No.” I turned to him, “Why?” I wondered.

“Because I haven’t seen, or heard from him.”

“Maybe he’s hunting. He is a dragon after all.”

“If he were, he would have informed me of such, instead of just vanishing with word. I sense something is wrong, and I-I suddenly feel a pain in my left shoulder.” Marxus worried, as he held his right hand up to his shoulder. Examining the air, hoping to see him, he turned, grabbing his sheathed sword, “I must leave, the rest of you can replace your way down the peak and back to the cottage, yes?”

“What?!” Sarah wondered, “Why?!”

“Sarah, please.” Marxus urged her, then turned, rushing from the cave.

As everyone looked around at one another, we too gathered our weapons, following after him down the slope that led far away from the cave.

Hearing feet shuffling against the rock behind him, Marxus turned watching as those in his company followed after him.

“No, this isn’t your fight. Not this time.” he urged, “Thomas, I want you take them back to the cottage now, please!” his left hand pointed outward toward the vast valley behind them.

“No!” I protested, “If you’re going to replace him, I’m coming!” I looked around, “Despite our differences, there’s no chance in Hell you’re leaving us alone again!”

“I don’t know what she’s talking about, but I’m with her. And you, or whatever.” Jonathan added.

“Yeah, me three.” Erik commented.

“And us four!” Anthony voiced for himself and Thomas.

Before Marxus could reply, deafening roars pierced the air in the distance; where he didn’t know, but the others knew that whatever it was, screamed as if being terribly injured.

Looking at Marxus, I knew it was Axeon.

“Are you sure you’re with me? No matter what’s to come?” he looked around at all of the curious faces watching him.

“I think I can speak for everyone when I say we’re in.” I said in a soft, but affirmative tone.

“Very well.” Marxus nodded, “I think you’re ready enough.” he turned, leading them higher up the peak around the other side, away from the cave, to another view point.

“Ready for what?” Sarah whispered, but received no reply.

Taking twenty minutes, approaching a knoll in the mountain, overlooking a valley below behind the tall peaks, we crouched down, blending with the granite and slate rock. There were large tents, open back-pickup trucks and Jeeps parked around in scattered patterns, carrying hunting gear, while a massive catapult machine sat in the center of the valley where a camp had been set, surrounding the most horrific, heartbreaking sight imaginable. Laying trapped beneath a steel net that was electrified, sending loud buzzing pulses through the air, was a great blue scaled dragon. A large generator anchored on one of the trucks, connected to the netting, continuing to send a series of shocks through all of the large links. Antagonizing the beast with long rod-like spears, stood tall burly men with their backs facing our direction, long hair tied back, and dressed in army fatigue and animal skins. We couldn’t hear what the men were shouting or saying, except for Anthony, Nathan, and both Jonathan and Erik who amplified their own hearing. For the rest of us, we weren’t fortunate enough, so Marxus urged us to another viewpoint a bit lower, and closer.

Axeon roared, trying to spit fire, but didn’t have the strength to bellow a flame strong enough to blast his way free, and as his head was pinned to the ground from the weight of the net, he groaned, snorting hot steam through his nostrils at least. He closed his eyes, feeling one of the men that stood close, poke him with the spear near a gaping wound where another spear limited his movements, causing anguishing pain.

How they could have trapped him was beyond both Marxus and Yzavela, but the catapult must have been what brought him down. Twelve other men stood on the other side of the great dragon, poking him with spears tipped with dragon claws and teeth, and where they got their hands on those, no one could have guessed. Continuing to poke and prod, they all laughed, watching as he bellowed heartbreaking roars that shook the ground beneath the men’s feet.

Staring in awe, feeling his pain, for those that haven’t seen a dragon before, it was Thomas, Anthony, Nathan, Sarah, Erik and Jonathan that were amazed by the sight of a mythical and magical beast.

Thomas’ eyes scanned the camp, once pushing aside his awe, and fascination, counting six tents belonging to thirty men, of which approximately held up to six each. Not only did the men possess spears and a catapult but axes, maces, hard rifles and handguns laying in crates semi-covered in the back of one of the trucks.

“Hunters.” Marxus groaned with hate, “All they do is destroy and kill needlessly.” he frowned, coming across a caravan of a handful in his youth and the experience then, was something that he did not want to repeat again, but taking their trinkets and wares for himself, that explained a lot of the tools and yes, weapons, that were stored away in the Room of Secrets. As he turned, he outraged to the curious men and women in his company, “Ready your weapons!” he removed his sword from his sheath, tossing it aside.

“Marxus, stop…wait!” I reached out, firmly grabbing hold of the sleeve of his coat, “I know this is hard for you, it is for me too, but can we really take on thirty men with guns and rifles, with just the handful of us? Aside from Thomas and Anthony, everyone else here are still training, and we don’t know if the men have a Grid like the town with no name that will block Erik and Jonathan’s magic.” my eyes quickly scanned the sky, looking for signs of one, not that I’d be able to see it if there were, “Marxus, think about it…”

“She’s right.” Anthony confirmed, “Don’t let your emotions in this, get the best of you. If their catapult brought down…” he looked at Yzavela, receiving a nod in affirmation of his next assumption, “your dragon, imagine what they might have for us. The younger ones here are inexperienced, and this time all of them could be killed, magic or not. And we will not be going through that again!” he growled.

“Speak for yourself.” Erik mocked arrogantly, “I can do this.” he then boasted on about being an accomplished fighter with his martial arts skills that his father had taught him.

Remaining silent, knowing Anthony and Yzavela were right, Marxus laid his sword down, holding his head low. Knowing we had left our bags back in the cave, Thomas had continued scanning the camp once more; his dark eyes watched as there were extra men patrolling the camp, examining the inventory and supplies, leaving the remaining numbers of those in their party checking the perimeter. Removing a small boot knife, the Italian turned, drawing a diagram in the dirt, with several glimpses over the rocks, making sure his scribbles were just accurate enough. Marking everything of importance with an X he suggested, looking at Marxus, then around at all of the curious faces.

“Erik, Jonathan and Nathan will eliminate the men closer to the wall here and here…” he drew an X where the young men would strike, “that way our presence won’t be known when we venture down.” he watched as they nodded, even Nathan.

“But what if there are Demons down there?!” Sarah rasped, “I mean, wouldn’t they sense your magic, or however that goes.”

“There aren’t any.” I looked at her.

“How do you know?” Sarah snapped at her.

“Nevermind.” I huffed, looking at Thomas, “What about us?”

“Thomas is correct.” Marxus moaned, panting softly, as if he had run a marathon, “Unfortunately my bond with Axeon…” he looked around seeing the confusion, “the dragon, is getting weaker by the minute so I won’t be much help, I’m afraid, and I swear this is not a test.” he leaned against the rock, “I might be able to gather enough strength to create strong winds that will mask the sounds of your portals, but that will be it.” but he wasn’t sure if he could even perform that simple act of the elemental magic.

“Marxus, you rest. I can do it.” Jonathan offered.

“Are your practices of elemental magic?” Marxus squinted at the young man, that crouched alongside him, placing a hand on his shoulder.

“No, but I’ll manage.” Jonathan grinned, nodding quickly, “It can’t be that hard.”

“Why us though?” Sarah complained, gripping her bow.

“Sarah please, I’m not in the mood to argue.” Marxus groaned, “I need you to do this, w-without question, please.” he placed a hand on her arm, “Please?” his Hazel eyes pleaded.

Looking into his eyes, she bit her lip, nodding agreeably, but with hesitation. As she turned, gripping her bow tightly, in a moment of preparation, she removed one of the red feathered arrows, she placed the nock against the string, then waited to draw and let the arrows loose.

Nothing more was said, removing our coats.

Nathan quickly scribbled something on his notepad, handing it to Marxus, he waited.

Marxus read the words, “If you want my help in this, give me my voice back.” and raising his gaze, looking at Nathan, there was no other choice. Nodding agreeably, he simply waved his hand, granting the young man’s voice.

Clearing his throat, he nodded, then turned away, whispering to Sarah who pleaded for him not to go.

Holding their weapons Erik and Nathan ignored the curious, and worried faces looking at them, while Jonathan raised his gaze, and hands glowing brightly, toward the sky, and just as he began muttering a chant that Marxus had spoken for him, strong winds slowly crept along the mountain, before their force grew stronger, whipping through the valley below like a mild hurricane, and from the loud whooshing sound, it had perfectly masked the buzzing-pop of portals opening. Just as Jonathan lowered his hands, allowing the winds to remain in place, he lept through the portal Erik had opened, just a little ways behind Nathan. As the portal zipped closed, leaving the lingering sparks and sigils, the three men appeared through a second portal that brought them close near the mountain wall. Hiding behind the trucks and boulders, without a clear set of instructions, the two Demons and Lycynian each planned an attack of their own, according to their skills and flair, but also kept cautiously examining the area.

Hunters stood nearby with their backs facing the trucks and Jeeps, and with the sounds of radios playing music or other static and chatter from inside the nearby tents, the three men knew it would mask the sounds of the oncoming struggle.

“What’s that smell?!” one of the Hunters, Lennox, complained, as he stood too close to his comrade, “Bloody hell, it’s you mate!” he mocked, pinching his nose, “I know we’re Lycynians but it doesn’t mean we have to smell like dogs!” and just as his hand un-pinched his nose, he caught a fresh scent of sweat and musk but glancing around, his watchful eyes saw nothing of interest. Gripping his large rifle in hand, it was locked, loaded and ready to fire.

“Nah, it’s you!” the other, Bruce, joked, nudging him roughly, “Cause I’m wearin’ my special cologne my lady got me before I left.”

“You mean the one you stole from her?”

“Shut your mouth!” Bruce growled, “But don’t I smell pretty?”

“Anything over there?!” a man’s voice called out to them.

“No Armiforde, Sir!” the two men answered, then using their radios, they communicated with the others scattered around the vast camp.

“Nothing ‘ere.” Bruce finished, then he could have sworn his paranormal senses heard shuffling rocks nearby, “Oi, hold up I hear somethin’ over there…” he turned, cautiously taking a few menacing steps toward one of the trucks, and he was just seconds away from veering around the back, when his taller, bulkier comrade, Lennox, leaned in belching in his ear. As he dropped his weapon, lowering his head, Bruce listened as the other man, laughed loudly, “You sick bastard!” he barked, as he pushed Lennox back.

“I couldn’t help it, you were just too vulnerable.” Lennox, yet again, belched loudly, then turned away with Bruce.

“You’re a f*cking pig!” Bruce barked.

“Eh…” Lennox shrugged then laughed again.

Sighing softly in the shadows behind the truck, Jonathan held his head low momentarily, for that was too close. Looking at Erik and Nathan who hid behind two of the others, he quickly shared nods, then turned his attention forward, removing two daggers from his boots, and being an expert in the art of what some call a feminine skill, dagger throwing, he threw a series of blades with precision and speed, targeting men that were closest to him. And he never missed. Aiming specifically at all vulnerable areas behind the necks or temples deeply through the brain, he killed them instantly. Even using Biokinesis, he destroyed their cells and DNA, causing them to buckle over in agonizing pain, and before they could shout, Jonathan had raced forward, sweeping his blades clean across their throats. Retrieving the blades he wasted, he began hiding the bodies of those he killed.

Erik whistled from his hiding place, attracting the attentions of six men standing nearby on the other side of the camp and as they grew closer, he could see their shadows approaching along the ground, while the sounds of cocking rifles clicked loudly. Holding his sword firmly, he backed away, continuing to let out the curious whistles, drawing the men away from sight, and seconds before they could alert the others, he released a few techniques of Tai-Chi, breaking four of their necks, then swiftly decapitated the others with one clean swift cut of the sword. However, he didn’t anticipate another man luckily for him, was mute; the large Hunter stomped toward him and as Erik’s eyes scanned around, he saw a coil of rope stacked on a barrel, so reaching out his left hand, using his Telekinesis, he pulled it towards him then reached out, wrapping it around the Hunter’s thick neck, strangling him with a firm fist that snapped the man’s neck sideways. Staring at the ground, with blood splattered on his face, he wiped his sword on the dead’s clothing then sheathed it quickly. Laying it nearby, he began dragging the bodies toward one of the trucks, throwing them into the back with the others Jonathan had already added. As they covered them with the tarps, glancing around once more, they made sure they had left no evidence behind, alerting the Hunters of their presence. Retrieving his sword, looking over at Jonathan, he nodded, then parted, beginning to cover their footprints, hiding signs of their scuffle.

“That should do it.” Jonathan looked toward his friend.

“Hope so.” Erik nodded, “Where’s Nathan?” he looked around.

Sheathing his sword, Nathan approached the men that he was responsible for eliminating, however, he didn’t make it quick. As he looked around at the men of various ages, some of them were too drunk to know if he belonged to their unit or not; he casually blended in long enough, approaching another group.

“Hey…” he greeted with a faint grin, “got an extra light, or is this for members only?”

“What’s he doing?” Erik barked, leering at the scene.

“I don’t know, just…let him play it out.” Jonathan urged.

“Nah, man…” one of the men, Malcolm, handed one over, “Oi, I haven’t seen you ’round here before, one of the newbies are ye?”

“Eh, I come and go.” Nathan lit the cigarette, taking several deep puffs, before exhaling the smoke, “So, what’s going on?”

“Haven’t ye heard?” one of the other men slurred, “We got a bloody treasure, a living fire-breathin’ bloody dragon mate!” he boasted loudly, then laughed, nudging his comrades.

Nathan shared in the moment of laughter, then as he looked around, making sure no one would see them, he spotted both Erik and Jonathan nearby.

“Nathan, what’re you doing?” Erik leered at him.

“I’ve got this, zip it magic fingers!” Nathan growled in reply.

As Malcolm blinked, studying the man’s attire, he didn’t seem to belong to their party, for he didn’t wear military uniforms, much less skins and furs, and staring closely at his face, his eyes widened to get better clarity, replaceing him to be prettier than any of their men.

“Oi, where’d you say you’re from again?” he questioned.

Laying the cigarette on a barrel nearby, Nathan laughed.

“I didn’t.” he muttered, and before they could raise the alarm, or fire a round from their large, brutal rifles, Nathan swiftly unsheathed his sword, decapitating one of the men with the blade, while with his free hand, he sliced the other man’s neck with his paranormal claws, soaking his hand with the man’s blood. As both men fell to the ground, bleeding at his feet, he spat at their bodies, “F*cking Hunters…” he kicked them and as he turned for the cigarette, it burnt out as he knelt down, quickly wiping his blade and hand, clean on the men’s jackets.

“Nathan!” Erik’s voice demanded, “Let’s go!”

“Stay out of my head, god damn you, or I’ll just let them all know you’re here!” Nathan glared over his shoulder, “Give me a moment…” he crouched down, watching as other men slowly approached, but didn’t venture any closer. Continuing to hide close to the ground, it was then he spotted a bottle of whiskey that lay beneath the flapping tent and from its label, it was a good brand. Reaching for it, tucking it in his belt, he quietly retreated, scuffing toward Erik and Jonathan,“Right, let’s go.” he nodded.

Turning away, keeping to the shadows behind the large tents, trucks and Jeeps, the three men returned to the area where they had appeared, covering their footprints in the process. It was the perfect opportunity to reopen another portal for the winds still swept through the camp, and jumping through, all three of them startled the others who crouched closer to the rocks upon their sudden appearance that was without notice.

Studying the three young men, seeing they were covered in blood, Marxus nodded in approval, while the others sighed in relief they returned unscathed.

“Well done.” he praised, “But now you must hurry and get it done, I’m weakening by the minute and need to connect with Axeon before it’s too late.”

“What do you mean before it’s too late?” Sarah whimpered.

“Nevermind that, hurry.” Marxus declined to answer, “Hurry.”

Removing our coats, grabbing our weapons, all of us treaded carefully down the jagged rock, and Zanzabarr being such a resourceful canine, found niches within the wall, using them as steps until he landed roughly on his feet. We, too, all hid behind the trucks and boulders, waiting to act, while Erik and Jonathan cloaked our presence.