“I wish I felt the same,” muttered Gewey. He stared up at the mountains and shivered. There was something about them. Something that was telling him very clearly to stay away.
They reached the base by mid-afternoon, by which time the wind was whipping in from the east, chilling them to the bone. The sheer rock formations of the many mountainsides towered above them like an army of impenetrable behemoths. Felsafell paused, his eyes fixed unblinkingly on the masses of jagged grey stone for several minutes. Then, a tiny smile turned up the corners of his mouth.
“Clever,” he muttered, almost inaudibly. “Very clever.”
Before either Gewey or Nehrutu could ask what he meant by this, he strode forward. The others tried to follow, but in an instant Felsafell dropped out of sight, as if the ground had simply opened up beneath him.
They ran to the spot where they had last seen him, only just stopping in time to prevent themselves from falling into a narrow trench carved ten feet deep into the earth. At the bottom of this stood Felsafell, unhurt and laughing. The trench, though invisible until almost alongside it, extended to an archway set into the mountainside.
“This was well thought,” Felsafell said. He gestured for them both to jump down.
Gewey landed with a grunt. Nehrutu was just behind him.
“Whoever made this was determined that only a few could find it,” Felsafell told them.
Gewey recalled his dream of being compelled to enter the mountain. Anxiety gripped him. “I wonder if they’re still here.”
“We will not find out by standing still,” said Nehrutu.
As they approached the archway, a blast of hot air shot out from the darkness. Gewey was reminded about the legends of the fire lizards. Stories, he told himself. Nothing but stories.
With the entrance only wide enough for them to walk along in single file, Felsafell took the lead. Gewey followed close behind him.
A moldy stench hung in the air, and Gewey was now finding that his godlike vision was insufficient to penetrate the suffocating darkness. Knowing that there was little the Dark Knight could do to stop him at this point, even if his enemy did locate him, he reached out for the flow. But there was nothing there.
He halted. “Something is wrong. The flow…it doesn’t exist here.”
Nehrutu tried as well, and met with the same result.
“Then let us hope we will have no need of your powers,” said Felsafell.
Taking a deep breath, Gewey gripped the hilt of his sword. Earlier in their journey he had felt exposed and vulnerable when forced to fight with only his natural strength. Now he faced dangers unseen even by the likes of Felsafell. Previously, he could have chosen to fall back on his powers had the situation grown truly desperate...but that was no longer an option. However, there was no time to dwell on such thoughts, and it was far too late to turn back. He glanced behind at Nehrutu. The elf was obviously upset. “Are you able to go on?” he asked.
Nehrutu straightened his back. “Of course. Forgive me. I have never been cut off like this before. It feels…unnatural. It is hard to imagine how the desert elves live like this.”
“They live quite happily, from what I can tell,” remarked Felsafell.
The three of them moved on, Gewey staying close to Felsafell’s back, his vision still not able to adjust even after more than ten minutes in the darkness.
The way ahead was narrow, yet high enough for Felsafell to walk without bending. Though clearly not a natural tunnel but one carved by hand, it sloped up and down, twisting and turning without apparent rhyme or reason.
After an hour or so, the passage widened sufficiently for them to walk abreast had they wished to. Nevertheless, Gewey and Nehrutu still chose to keep a step behind the first born, who seemed to be experiencing no problems at all in navigating the pitch blackness.
Several times they came to a fork, but Felsafell didn’t hesitate in his choice of which direction to take. It was as if he were walking a familiar path. Gewey guessed it must be close to midday by now, so he retrieved a few strips of jerky and distributed them equally.
“How long until we are outside again?” asked Nehrutu. The tension in his voice was obvious.
“I don’t know,” Felsafell replied. “I feel very much as if I have been here before, though in truth, I know I have not.”
“Could you have forgotten?” Gewey asked.
He huffed a laugh. “Could you forget this place?”
Gewey reached out until his fingers made contact with the rough walls. No. This place was wholly unforgettable. Even as this thought was entering his mind, a sharp hiss cut through the stale air.
The trio froze for an instant, then quickly drew their weapons. The passage was broad enough for swords, but maneuvering would still be a challenge. Ahead was another fork, but Gewey could not tell which one the sound was coming from.
Another menacing hiss was followed by harsh scraping and shuffling noises.
“Be ready,” whispered Felsafell.
They waited, tense and motionless, for several minutes, but no more threatening sounds followed. Gewey could hear only the barely audible breathing of his companions and the rapid beating of his own heart.
“What the hell was that?” he eventually asked. Though he tried to speak softly, the echo made it sound as if he had shouted. This brought a harsh stare from Felsafell.
The first born took a cautious step forward, gesturing for the others to follow him. After several yards they took the right hand fork, then stopped and listened.
Only a few seconds later the hissing returned. But this time it was coming at them from both ahead and behind. It was also increasing in volume.
“The two of you watch our flank,” ordered Felsafell. “And give me a dagger.”
After handing Felsafell the weapon he asked for, Gewey quickly took up position shoulder to shoulder with Nehrutu. Both of them held blades at the ready, although given the corridor's restricted width, they were not going to have room for anything more than short, straight thrusts.
Gewey soon spotted the silhouette of a four-legged creature approaching. It stood about as high as a large dog, though was twice as broad and had a long slender neck. Its movements were smooth, as if it were gliding along rather than walking. Only the scraping of talons hinted of any contact with the ground.
As it drew nearer, he could see that it was reptilian, though unlike any lizard he’d ever come across before. Its scales were pitch black, and saliva dripped menacingly from the corners of its mouth. Gewey looked over his shoulder just in time to see an identical creature making its way toward Felsafell.
Again the stories of his youth flashed through his mind. “Fire lizards,” he muttered.
It burst forward with astonishing speed when only a few feet away, yellow eyes fixed evilly on its prey. Gewey and Nehrutu reacted instantly by stabbing hard at its neck and body, but it was like trying to punch a hole through a lump of solid steel. Both of their blades came to an arm-juddering stop, unable to penetrate even a small way into the scaly hide. The sudden reversed force of their joint strikes rocked them back, and the beast's jaws gaped open to reveal twin rows of two-inch long, dagger-like teeth.
Seeing an opportunity, it snapped at Nehrutu’s right calf. He shifted to one side just in time, at the same moment thrusting his sword down with all of his strength. Gewey did the same. Yet again Nehrutu’s blade was deflected, but Gewey’s second attempt did somehow manage to penetrate slightly – though the wound was only superficial and less than one inch deep. Even so, it was enough to get the lizard’s attention. Swinging angrily around, its clawed foot took a swipe at Gewey's midsection.
The sharp talons sliced through his shirt, opening up a shallow, three-inch long gash just above his waist. Jumping back, Gewey struck again and again, but his backward momentum was now taking too much of the force away from his blows. Each time, his blade bounced harmlessly off the heavily armored hide.
The creature bit and clawed ferociously at G
ewey, relentlessly forcing him further to the rear until finally, he felt his back bump hard up against the jagged wall. With no room left to maneuver and the lizard poised to make its devastating strike, the ominous warning about these mountains whispered to him in his dream came rushing back.
“Don’t go there. You will not return.”
Was the dream now only a heartbeat away from becoming reality?
Though staring rigidly into his would-be killer's glittering eyes, Gewey still caught a glimpse of Nehrutu jumping across the beast's back and then reaching down to grab it by the tail. Letting out a loud grunt, the elf gave a colossal heave. It was an incredibly brave action, and one that unquestionably saved Gewey's life. With a loud hiss of anger, the reptile swung around, its anger now directed once again on Nehrutu. In a single flash of movement, its jaws clamped over the elf’s sword arm. His agonized cry reverberated throughout the tunnel as the sharp teeth sank in.
But clearly the lizard had not forgotten or forgiven the person who had inflicted the wound on it. Instead of retaining its hold on its victim and going for the kill, it at once returned its attention to Gewey. A mercifully released Nehrutu staggered backwards, clutching at his wound. His blade fell from pain-numbed fingers to the ground.
But by now, the elf's actions had given Gewey the vital seconds to move left and away from the wall. He thrust out in a renewed attack, using every last bit of strength at his disposal. And this time, thanks to his returned forward momentum, his steel once again forced a way through the reptile’s hide and into the flesh just behind its head. It snapped and flailed in response, but Gewey was not about to let it get loose now. With a primal yell, he pushed down again. With a rush of savage satisfaction, he felt the blade sinking in much deeper. But then the unexpected happened. The lizard dropped and rolled sharply to one side, ripping the sword clean away from Gewey’s grasp.
Hissing and spitting, it shook its head wildly until it had worked the embedded blade loose. One final shake jerked it free completely. The weapon flew through the air, landing several yards away with a loud clatter somewhere in the inky darkness. Gewey could see Nehrutu’s sword still lying on the ground, but the creature was blocking his path. Blood was gushing from its neck, but the wound did not appear to be slowing it down at all.
Gewey feigned left and then right, hoping to throw it off-balance but it matched his movements easily. Fear gripped him as the beast lurched forward, teeth bared. In a desperate attempt to avoid the attack, he threw himself to the right and rolled. He was not quick enough. Pain shot through his leg as a lunging claw raked through both his pants and flesh. He managed to grab the creature's long snout with both hands just as it landed on top of him, but the surface was slippery from all the blood that had been flying around. Gewey knew that it would shake itself free in just a matter of moments.
He kicked upward into the beast’s chest, hoping to lift it over onto its back. But it twisted its muscular frame with amazing agility, whipping its tail to compensate. This left Gewey in an even worse position than before. Now it was to his left and only a gasp away from wrenching its jaws free.
Just as his despairing fingers lost their hold, the great lizard jerked convulsively, then went rigid, its hate-filled eyes still fixed firmly on him. It took a few seconds for Gewey to realize that Felsafell was standing directly behind it, Nehrutu’s sword in one hand, and his own dagger in the other. The sword had been rammed all the way through the beast's back, with the tip now protruding several inches from its gullet.
There was a brief moment of dead calm, during which Felsafell's aspect remained twisted into a vicious snarl. He then yanked the blade free. The lizard slumped down, still twitching in its final death throes.
“Are you badly hurt?” he asked Gewey.
The pain in Gewey’s leg wasn’t unbearable. He’d certainly had much worse. The same could be said of the gash above his waist. “I’ll be fine,” he replied. “Look to Nehrutu.”
Nehrutu was struggling to his feet. By now, blood had totally soaked his shirt sleeve and was dripping from his fingertips. Felsafell ripped the cloth free to examine him.
“I’m fine too,” the elf told them. But his face revealed the deception.
“There is no way of knowing how the bite will affect you,” Felsafell said grimly. “Sit. I have herbs and a salve.”
Nehrutu obeyed without protest. While Felsafell was treating him, Gewey took a look around and noticed the other lizard sprawled in a bloody heap, its head cut completely away from its body and tossed on the ground just beside it. He marveled at the strength the first born must possess to have done such a thing armed with only a dagger. He then made a closer inspection of his injuries. Without the flow, both he and Nehrutu would have to heal naturally. And though his own wounds were far from life threatening, they would certainly ache and slow him down considerably.
After attending to Nehrutu, Felsafell did what he could to ease Gewey's pain. Once both of his patients were ready to move, he took a minute to listen carefully for more foes. When satisfied that the danger had passed for now, he continued to lead them deeper into the mountain.
“What were those things?” asked Gewey.
“I don't know,” Felsafell replied. “I too have heard the same tales of the fire lizards that you were told. Perhaps the stories do have some basis in fact.”
“At least they didn’t breathe fire,” Gewey remarked. “In the stories my father told, they could burn a man to cinders with a single blast of their fiery breath.”
“Their bite was bad enough,” remarked Nehrutu. “I have never felt pain like it. It was as if the beast’s teeth were made of red hot iron.” He touched the bandage gingerly. “If anything, the burning is even worse than before.”
His remark caused Felsafell to pause and examine the wound once again. Gewey looked on as well, but the darkness prevented him from seeing color well enough to know if there was anything unusual.
Felsafell's sight was not so impaired. “It is already showing signs of infection,” he stated.
Nehrutu furled his brow. “So soon?”
“Yes,” he replied, not trying to hide his apprehension. “I think we must turn back immediately. I have never seen an infection spread so rapidly. You need the flow to heal you. Otherwise, I fear you will not last more than a day or two.”
“We cannot,” he contested. “Gewey must complete....”
Felsafell’s back stiffened and his hand shot up to silence Nehrutu in mid-sentence. He craned his neck, listening intently. Gewey heard the sounds a moment later. It was the hissing and scraping of claws…dozens of them coming near – and coming fast.
Without another word, the three of them burst into a dead run. With an injured leg, Gewey struggled to keep pace. But he grimly pushed on through the pain and managed not to lose sight of Felsafell. They twisted and turned down dozens of diverging passages. He prayed that Felsafell was leading them in the right direction. Another fight with the giant lizards would certainly be the end of their quest.
The pounding of their boots and the sounds of their heavy breathing was loud, but even above these distractions he could still hear the creatures quickly closing in. They couldn’t be more than one-hundred yards back…possibly even closer. On and on Gewey ran. He could almost feel the beasts at their heels when he at last saw a light ahead illuminating a curve in the tunnel.
The way out, he thought. Thank the Creator.
He glanced over his shoulder, and it was instantly obvious that Nehrutu was in distress. The increasing light allowed him to see that the elf’s face had now turned ghostly pale. Moreover, at least twenty of the lizards were in sight and only a few yards behind. But the light ahead was drawing ever closer – it was almost blinding now. It looked like they were going to make it after all.
A sudden thought then caused his heart to sink. Escaping the interior of the mountain may not be any guarantee of safety. It was possible that the lizards would simply follow them outside and kill them the
re. He clenched his jaw. Much better to die in the light of the sun than in the bowels of the earth.
The three of them burst into the open air with literally seconds to spare before being caught. Without even glancing at their surroundings they all spun around, weapons drawn and tensed for a battle to the death. At first, it looked as if the lizards were coming straight for them. But at the final instant, the creatures in the lead came sliding to a halt on the very edge of the opening. With the others lined up behind them, they simply stared out, a feral look of hunger in their glittering yellow eyes. Gasps of relief sounded all around as the situation became clear. It was then Gewey could see for the first time that the reptiles' skin was not black at all, but a deep ocean blue. After hissing their deadly intent and frothing at the mouth a few more times, the beasts slowly and reluctantly retreated back into the darkness.
“Fortune remains our ally,” Felsafell remarked with a grin.
But the good cheer was short-lived. The harsh clanging of metal on stone quickly drew Gewey and Felsafell’s attention back to Nehrutu. His sword had slipped from his hand and fallen onto the ground beside him. Now, his legs were wobbling erratically. Gewey only just managed to catch him before he fell. He laid the elf gently on his back. His face was a colorless death mask.
Felsafell wasted no time in tearing off the bandage. Gewey gasped at what he saw; every bit of tissue surrounding the bite had turned black, with tiny white pustules forming all along the injury itself.
Nehrutu winced several times while Felsafell attempted to clean the wound. “It looks as if this is as far as I am going, my friends.” His voice was straining through the pain, and large beads of sweat were beginning to form on his cheeks and brow.
Gewey tried again to touch the flow, but it was still useless. “Hang on,” he said. “You can make it through this.”
But the look on Felsafell’s face told him a different story.
All at once, Nehrutu’s eyes widened and his hand shot out to point at something directly behind Gewey and Felsafell.
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