Dream of Legends (106 page)

Tilting its huge head downward, the monstrous being fixed Wulfstan with an encompassing, mesmerizing gaze, which seemed to swallow up his comparatively diminutive form within its depths. The dark round pupils of its eyes were like portals to a shrouded abyss, beckoning to realms as vast and mysterious as they were dangerous and foreboding. Most notably, there was an ancient, surreal aura around the creature, one that went far beyond its impressive physical presence.

The great jaws of the creature, wide enough that several humans could easily stand within them, spread apart, as it opened its mouth. An abundant forest of serrated, backward curving teeth was unveiled, each and every glistening tooth a deadly weapon by itself.

“Young human of the lands below,” the majestic creature stated.

It spoke evenly in the common tongue of the Saxans, startling Wulfstan even further. The words were carried within a deafening voice, one that was as deep and regal in tone as it was capable of resounding all throughout the wide expanse around them. Wulfstan listened enraptured, and with great trepidation, as the creature continued its address to him, using his own language.

“What brings you to try to reach the Forbidden Dominions? No man can come here of his own volition,” the creature thundered. “Even the Wizards are banned from these realms, as we banned ourselves from yours and theirs. I trust that you were not trying to destroy yourself, for such is foolishness.

“I could only believe that you were seeking us. Were it not so, you and your loyal steed would have died after a terrible descent. Know that your steed reached only a little farther than you, before it could go onward no longer. Others of my kind may have allowed you to fall, for the divide between our kinds has long been set. I chose not to let you die, as I wanted to hear the reason for your foolishness for myself. Be grateful that I am considered to be of good humor among my kind.”

Wulfstan nodded nervously, knowing very well what the legendary creature was that now towered over him, a fact confirmed even more by what it had said. Faced with the undeniable reality of its existence, his heart and courage wavered. He struggled within a wave of confusion and fear, and it seemed as if his wits had entirely abandoned him. The creature silently regarded him with its absorbing eyes, patiently waiting for the human to respond.

“The Elder, yes … I was … it is desperate in Saxany below. And I knew that I must … try to find your kind,” he stumbled, trying in vain to sound confident, and to raise his voice, as the sound of it was so tiny and minute in comparison to that of the Elder Dragon.

“Collect your wits about you,” the venerable dragon replied, with an unmistakable hint of amusement at his discombobulated state. “Yes, I am of the Elder. You have heard of our kind. Or you would not know that name, or have come to this place. Then you should also know well that our kind is no longer involved in the world of mankind, until the End of Days comes. We are bound by the Oath, made during the waning days of the First Age of this world.

“Now tell me again, and delay no further, why did you undertake such a reckless effort to reach my sanctuary?”

Wulfstan could feel the scrutiny coming from the creature like an increasing pressure, as he scrambled for the best way to answer the awe-inspiring beast.

“We need your help,” Wulfstan blurted out quickly, shouting up at the Elder.

The words were simple but direct. They were also bluntly honest. He paused for a moment, taking a few deep breaths as he tried to gain some small measure of confidence.

Despite the massive, fearsome features of the Elder Dragon, Wulfstan realized that the creature’s voice, demeanor, and aura, while grand in scope, were not meant to intimidate him. It was hard not be frightened in its awesome presence, but he could see that the creature was trying to take a soothing posture with him, as best as such a majestic creature could do.

It was no simple-minded beast, governed solely by hunger, fatigue, and primal urges for mating, but rather an ancient intelligence, with a perspective and lifespan that was extraordinary just to comprehend. Such a creature was now personally regarding Wulfstan, with more than a passing interest. As before, it waited patiently for him to collect himself, and his thoughts.

“I fear the End of Days are upon us … at least in some ways. I know no Wizards … and I am no great man among the Saxan people below. I am just a ceorl, driven by desperation, who came here only on faith in old tales, a glimpse of this place from below, and recurring dreams I have had for a long, long time. I also came because of what the tales say, about what the Elder once stood for,” Wulfstan responded, finding a better grasp of his thoughts and composure.

Catching his breath for a couple of moments, as he was straining his lungs to give volume to his words, he continued, “Even if not the End of Days, it is the end of the world that I know, and that a great many know. An evil power has risen in the world below, wielded by a Man said to be of fair appearance and gifted with wisdom. That power is not of the All-Father, as it casts a dark and bloody shadow wherever its touch falls. This one Man is taking all power to Himself, and now moves to control all lands and kingdoms.”

The Elder listened to him attentively, and paused for a moment before responding to Wulfstan’s statements.

“Many who have heralded the End of Days are now spirits separated from the dust that once cloaked them. None can say when the End of Days is to occur, but the One that brought days into being,” the dragon replied somberly. “Did you ever wonder if I know of this Man you speak of, or what your war is about?”

If the dragon were not so fearsome, and Wulfstan not so fearful, he would probably have been able to detect the tinges of amusement present in the latter part of the question. Instead of sensing the dragon’s subtle humor, the Saxan ceorl had a sickening feeling come over him, thinking only that the dragon might not have bothered to take account of the affairs of mortals over the ages. The dragon perhaps did not even care who was considered good or evil in the wars of humankind that took place on Ave’s surface, at least until the End of Days.

“You ascended here on a hurried judgement,” the Elder Dragon stated firmly, before Wulstan could begin to muster a reply. The beast lowered its great head a little closer to Wulfstan, as it continued speaking in a slower, more purposeful tone. It was as if the creature wanted to emphasize each and every word to Wulfstan. “Be assured … our kind do watch over the passing of the world, and I do know what besets your world because of this … Man … as you understand Him to be. I speak of the One that you know as the Unifier, which is the name that humans in all realms call Him. I also believe that you did not come to me for just wisdom or knowledge. You have come to seek the help of the Elder in your affairs … have you not?”

Wulfstan nodded slowly in the affirmative, wholly relieved that the Elder had openly voiced the singular, most important question he had carried inside of him to the upper skies. There was no room to be anything less than direct with the Elder, now that the momentous subject had been broached.

Straightening up, and craning his neck, he looked directly into the eyes of the Elder. He tried to convey his deep sincerity as he answered, “Yes. All of the legends of your kind that I have ever heard speak of your faithful allegiance to the All-Father. I do not come to ask you to fight our war. It is just that we have no time left to us … the darkest hour our land has ever faced has come, and we must find help if we can, and warn others in this world, such as those from Midragard. I know of no other who can help us do this, as we have little time. It was a choice of trying to find you, or to do nothing, and watch Saxany and all those I love be destroyed. I could not choose to do nothing.”

The Elder Dragon hesitated for a few seconds. For a brief moment, the creature’s gaze shifted, looking past him as if taking a glance into the depths of time itself. Wulfstan sensed something in the Elder’s detached look, and believed that he detected the presence of some kind of inner pain on the part of the dragon.

“Only part of what you have heard about us remains true. Once, the things that you heard were all true, and the things of that age formed the knowledge recorded in the tales that were passed down. Most of our kind are still in allegiance to the All-Father, and continue to accept the Ban willingly,” the Elder Dragon stated, with the faraway look yet lingering within its great eyes.

The creature then appeared to become lost in inner reflections for another moment or two, before bringing its eyes back down to look upon the small human before it.

“Since the ancient times, a few of our kind have turned their hearts to the Lord of the Deep Darkness, Jebaalos. They resent the Ban, and seek for a way to break the Oath. Their hearts darken, and their rage grows with each day that passes in this world. There are some among our kind that fear that these others are readying themselves in a hidden manner, to fight for the Unifier … though I do not know how they will withstand the binding formed by the Oath. Strange and wicked times are upon us, both your kind, and ours. As to your desire … yes, I will assist you in any way that I can, though know that I am still bound by the Oath, which is no small thing.”

The great Dragon’s voice then softened a little, as it finished, “There is a rare valor dwelling in you, human … even if it is a reckless one. You harbor a courage that is not common in this troubled age.”

Wulfstan was struck to the point of being dumbfounded by the creature’s extensive response. Not only had his gut instincts regarding the existence of the Elder turned out to be accurate, but the dragon had swiftly, and openly, agreed to assist him.

He had achieved everything that he had sought on a fragile hope and whim, having left the surface of the world that he knew far behind, with only the faintest ghost of a chance to inspire him onward. Wulfstan was utterly stunned at the quick acquiescence of the legendary creature to his petition.

“Time is no friend to you now, as you have said. And I know myself well enough after many millenia, to know that I am not hasty in the directions I choose,” the great dragon then continued, as if perceiving Wulfstan’s amazement at its cooperation. “You show wisdom in speaking of Midragard. Only the lands of Midragard can be of any help to you now, and they must also be warned. They bend no knee to the Unifier, and are a strong and proud people. They saved many of my kind’s smaller brothers and sisters, the ones that yet live in the lower world. For this reason alone, the people of Midragard are owed a debt.”

“Smaller brothers and sisters?” Wulfstan asked, curiosity spurring him to inquire.

“The dragons of your world, who live there even now,” the Elder replied. “There is no time to speak further on this, as I must take you to Midragard with no delay.”

“To Midragard? Now?” Wulfstan responded, bewildered by the declaration.

“It is the only land that may be able to bring aid to your people, and that is why you sought my help … so what benefit is it to you to wait any longer?”

“There is none,” Wulfstan admitted, shouting the answer back up to the dragon.

“Another thing … I can hear you well enough, if you speak in a normal manner, as you would among other humans. Our senses are exceptional,” the creature then informed him, with no trace of haughtiness in its booming voice.

“I will,” Wulfstan yelled up in response, before catching himself. He then resumed a vocal level that would be considered conversational around a cook fire back in the Saxan encampment. “I mean, I will.”

“That should spare your lungs and voice a little,” the dragon replied, with another flare of subtle mirth. “So do you wish to tarry further?”

Wulfstan shook his head, and then replied. “No, I am ready to go with you.”

“We are about to go forth, and I still do not know your name, human,” the dragon replied, with obvious amusement. “What is the name by which you are called?”

“Wulfstan,” he returned. “Son of Ealdred. From Sussachia, a province of Saxany.”

“I am known as Bevriedak, of the Elder, though I am afraid that I do not hail from any place, unless you deem this part of the Forbidden Dominions to be so,” the huge dragon replied. “Well met, Wulfstan. Now let us waste no more time. I will have to take you and your steed within my claws, as you could not breathe the air beyond this haven. It would be death for you beyond the edge of this place, where the ground gives way to the open sky.”

The dragon lifted up its front right claw, and slowly extended it forward. As it set its clawed foot downward, the dragon rotated it so that the underside of the foot faced upward, to enable Wulfstan and his steed to climb up to its surface.

Wulfstan turned towards the Himmeros, which had remained at his side throughout the verbal exchange. He had not thought of the steed during the conversation, though his clenched hand was still taut upon its tether.

In some ways, he was very surprised that the brawny steed had not tried to bolt away. Perhaps Spirit Wing had sensed the dragon’s non-threatening intentions from the beginning, on a level that Wulfstan had not initially perceived. It was the only reason that he could think of why Spirit Wing had not made for the edge, and dragged him along in its wake.