Cold Hearted Son of a Witch (Dragoneers Saga)

by M. R. Mathias

  The battle didn’t last long after that. When Aikira made to chase the fleeing ogre she nearly crashed into Silva and Rikky. Her aggressiveness wasn’t necessary, though. After seeing the pillar of fire Blaze blasted to light the sky, Lemmy came running back through the forest. His warbling blast of blue swirling magic took the hulking beast off of its feet. Then the injured ogre that was still hanging around the keep limped over and helped him beat its magic-ruined kin until it was dead.

  Chapter 29

  The battle was just over and the sun was coming up. The Dragoneers were tired, but sleep wasn’t in their near future. There was an undertone of urgency. All of them could feel it, especially the dragons. Jenka couldn’t stop thinking about Crimzon, and what the crippled dragon had set out to do. They lingered only long enough to look at, and ponder, the collared ogre Lemmy had killed. They did that while Rikky and his mother had a not so private, teary-eyed reunion.

  After he’d helped the rangers destroy the Sarax, Lemmy rounded up three ogres that he knew roamed the area. Two of them were now out rousting other ogres to come defend the keep again, as they had after Gravelbone’s hordes came tearing through. The fact that the druids dared put a binding collar on one of their kind had them ready to rile their own numbers to attack the temple. Zahrellion confessed that there were a few others like that in the service of the druids. She’d never seen one use a whip like that. She swore that she’d never seen an ogre mistreated at all. Everyone believed her naivety and she willingly told Herald and Lemmy everything she knew about them.

  “Where do we look for the third Sarax?” Marcherion asked.

  “Yeah, Jenka. Where to now?” Aikira added.

  Zahrellion was about to suggest that they try and set another of Jenka’s clever traps. Jenka proved to be even smarter than that.

  “There’s only one of them left,” he shrugged. “Our main concern is that it doesn’t free the others before Crimzon can reinforce the encasement. My mother said that if you want a man to pay you what he owes, and he is avoiding you, all you have to do is go sit on his porch.”

  “He has to come home sometime,” Herald barked out a laugh despite the high-strung and somewhat grim mood of the men. He had blood and grime splattered from head to toe and looked quite insane.

  “All we have to do is guard the star ship from the last Sarax until Crimzon is finished,” Jenka continued. “When that’s done we can hunt it down and start figuring out a way to destroy the rest of them.”

  “You’d have made a damn fine ranger, boy,” said Herald proudly to Jenka. “But I won’t be forgetting your true lineage as I speak to you now. The king may be a captive in that fargin’ temple. We’ll steady things here, and then see what needs doing next. Lemmy and his big green friends will gladly help us with that. I’ll be at your command otherwise.”

  The chill of the morning air had some of the larger corpses steaming away the last bit of their heat. “If you see that old witch, tell her where I be,” Herald added before he turned and started ordering his rangers around.

  “To the star ship, then?” Marcherion made a wide-eyed questioning look that implied their need for haste.

  “To the star ship,” Jenka nodded. And the Dragoneers flew north at a pace that allowed Silva, with her partially healed wounds, to keep up with them. Their lack of haste was a terrible mistake.

  ***

  Crimzon used the dwarven ways and sang the old spells of teleportation he’d learned from his mother to get himself to the star ship. When he emerged in the valley a short crawl away from the entrance to the crater, he found that it was snowing. The stuff stung his warm scales and made him itch. Despite his irritation, he took the time to stop and marvel at the structure he and Clover had built above the next valley over. “Life, love, and magic,” he repeated a saying Clover had often said. He took in the castle in the distance. He was pleased with the Dragoneers. He’d long been concerned they’d be like most humans and hate or fear so much that their lives were miserable. These dragon riders were strong and fierce-hearted. They would find a way to destroy the star ship and rid the earth of those terrible things that had ruined his back. Moreover, they would do justice to the years he and Clover spent erecting and fortifying their home.

  With his powerful jaws gnashed tight in grim determination, the huge red-scaled wyrm slithered and crawled down into the deep hole the star ship had torn into the earth. He dropped the fist-sized teardrop that his mother had once cried for him from his mouth. Then he picked it up and clutched it in his clawed fist while beginning to sing.

  The song was fierce and swift and soon the great fire wyrm’s tail was thumping a tattoo that accented the rhythm of his multi-toned voice. Glory, rapture, and sheer determination went swirling into the melody and fortified its strength with each passing verse. The power of the teardrop was building around him, forming a great well of force that would obey his direction when it was strong enough. For long days this went on, and Crimzon was nearing the point in his spell where he would send the power forth, but it never had a chance to happen.

  Crimzon was shocked out of his casting by several blasts of Dou magic that tore deeply into his lower guts. The soft underbelly between his hind legs was opened and some of his slippery tubular intestines bulged out of the wound. He directed the Dou he had built up, before he lost it all together. The multicolored, twisting swirl of force disintegrated several of the red and blue-robed druids of Dou, along with one of the three collared ogres that were attacking him. It widened the shaft on its way out, evaporating stone and dirt, and making the crater opening twice its previous size.

  Rock and crumble started caving on his middle. Even though he was too stretched out in the crater to see his injuries, Crimzon knew he was horribly wounded. He started to try his casting again, but another explosion of force tore up through his guts toward his vitals.

  He rolled and thrashed and was pleased to feel several squirming things go still as his bulk crushed them into the stone. Then he felt something slicing him wide as it ran up the length of his body. He heard its battle call and knew it was one of the foul Sarax. He tried with all he had to crush it, but it used its sharp claws for traction and ran up and over his body. It was all he could do to secure the teardrop and get it back in his mouth. Then the Sarax was past him and standing before the murky crystal glaze that held its kind imprisoned.

  The Sarax dropped into a crouch and opened its wings into a narrow triangle. Using its hind claws, it stretched the leathery wing material tight and bent its forearms over its head. It pounded the wing skins like a drum in a frighteningly quick repetition that vibrated the area around it deep and low. Soon another vibration joined the terrible thrumming buzz, and then another, only these were sounding from inside the star ship and echoing as much across the ethereal as anything.

  A druid wearing black robes trimmed in red appeared near Crimzon’s head and Crimzon tried to bash him against the wall. He missed Lanxe but killed two other druids. Something ripped inside him then, and he flopped unintentionally. He sucked in a deep breath and let out a fiery roar at the very same moment the druid unleashed a spell at him. The explosion of pain Crimzon felt caused his flaming spew to only partially bathe the Sarax before him. After that, the world started to close in. His one consolation was that he could feel the Dragoneers entering the range of his ethereal. Before he faded, he called out to them directly, and with a single word told them the only thing he knew that could help them.

  Chapter 30

  “Lusciouxical,” Crimzon’s distressed and fading voice said into the minds of the Dragoneers and their dragons.

  The sound caused Zahrellion to jump and nearly fall from Crystal’s back. Marcherion heard the sound for what it was, and Blaze, who was already irritated because of the snow falling all around them, went speeding off with Rikky and a heedless Silva to answer the plea for help. Jade was high above the girls when he started his dive. By the time he was streaking above the treetops past their castle, int
o the valley of the star ship, they were just getting their speed up.

  “What did he say?” Jenka asked his dragon as loud as he could yell.

  “It isss a dragon tonguesss,” Jade replied, but Jenka couldn’t understand over the rushing wind.

  Ahead, Jenka saw Marcherion send a shaft streaking down into a collared ogre. Rikky sent a blast of Dou from his dragon tear into the vermin that were moving into the newly widened crater. He then surprised them all and rode Silva down in an arc right into the opening.

  Feeling like he might be making the worst decision of his life, Jenka urged Jade to follow the silver wyrm.

  What he saw inside sickened him as much as it chilled his blood. There was Crimzon’s lower half being devoured by not one, but two Sarax. Several druid bodies lay about. They looked to have been crushed. Rikky blasted powerful flows of Dou, doing great damage to the Sarax he targeted. Ahead of Jenka, more Sarax were struggling to get through the fractured crystal encasement. There was only one opening, though, and the beasts inside the ship were fighting while half in and half out of the clogged hole.

  Jenka couldn’t guess how many had already escaped the steel craft, but he knew there were a few. A clawed arm reached out from the wall beside them and sliced Jade’s wing skin as he went past. Jade roared out in pain and dropped to his claws in a run toward Crimzon’s stilled head. The young green wyrm roared out wildly at a Sarax that ducked, expecting flaming breath to roast it. Jenka blasted it with a pulse of emerald Dou from his blade instead.

  “What are you doing?” Rikky yelled from not far away.

  Jenka had no idea why Jade was trying to wedge his head into Crimzon’s closed maw.

  Behind them a woman screamed out chillingly. It was a young, blue-robed druida looking at where her arm used to be. She was being devoured by the Sarax she was trying to command. Jenka blasted at Lanxe, who went retreating into the shadows as quickly as he could manage.

  There were two Sarax fighting in the breach, and another working to yank one of them the rest of the way out. Rikky engaged the freed creature and sent it spinning with a blast from his teardrop. It came up and charged him with an impossible stretching leap. Rikky flew from Silva’s back into the grasp of the Sarax. Jenka blasted at it, but missed. Silva, though, spun around and latched onto the creature with savage force.

  Jade nearly threw Jenka then, as he snaked his neck between the huge fire dragon’s teeth. When Jade suddenly used his foreclaws to push so that he could pull his head free, Jenka was forced to dive from his dragon’s back to avoid the Sarax that had just come out of the star ship. It tried to rake its claws across Jenka as he rolled to a stop, but a lime green flow of Dour erupted from the big dragon tear Jade was holding in his mouth. The ray of powerful energy melted most of the Sarax into a bloody, floundering mess.

  “Clover’s tear,” Jenka said. When he looked for Rikky, his heart stopped in his chest. Silva was rolling and thrashing in a tangle of fang and bloody claw with one of the Sarax. And there under them was his best friend, lying crumpled in a growing pool of crimson gore. No sooner did he start toward Rikky than a heavy chunk of rock crashed down on Jade and left him lying limp and still on the crater floor.

  ***

  Outside, Zahrellion, Marcherion, and Aikira made short work of the vermin. The collared ogres that were driving the trolls and orcs were a bit more formidable, especially with the druids that remained raining blasts of Dou magic at the Dragoneers and throwing up shields and defenses for their trellkin fighters. Fire, ice, and a golden liquid spew that caused the vermin’s flesh to slide away in large, grisly sloughs splashed down upon the enemy.

  A few Sarax could be seen winging swiftly away. They had no desire to engage the dragons. They wanted to feed. The other escaped Sarax were consuming anything that moved or bled, and that meant the druids, ogres, and trolls were soon fighting for their lives instead of fighting the Dragoneers. The druids began to flee, some of them flashing away, others moving into the forested slope where they seemingly disappeared.

  Seeing that Zahrellion and Marcherion had the advantage outside, Aikira went streaking into the crater opening and was quickly blasted off of Golden when the fleeing High Druidon surprised her. Golden crashed in a roll that ended near Crimzon’s open wounds. The fearless yellow-scaled wyrm engaged one of the Sarax feeding there. Aikira crashed headfirst into a wall, but besides a dull ringing throb, the helmet she wore kept her from taking a debilitating injury.

  ***

  Zahrellion saw Aikira crash and took Crystal low, blasting the last few visible trolls with her icy breath. Zah had her dragon set her down and started into the shaft on foot. She would have preferred the protection Crystal afforded her, but the frigid wyrm was just too large to get far inside, especially with Crimzon’s bulk filling most of the space.

  Zahrellion stepped out of the daylight into the shadow and came face to face with the superior of her Order. She was so dizzy. Lanxe didn’t recognize her immediately. But she knew who he was.

  He blasted at her with his powerful Dou. His attack hit her square in her chest and sizzled her to the core, but the sensation died the instant she felt it. She blinked the pain away as she crumpled and saw Lanxe disappear. He was clutching the blood pouring out of his head where Aikira had just hacked away a slice of scalp with her short sword.

  The two female Dragoneers met eyes, and then they heard Jenka swearing as the buzzing vibration around them grew in intensity until the whole structure of the crater was quaking and shaking.

  Aikira pulled Zahrellion to her feet, then sprinted deeper into the earth after the sound of Jenka’s voice. Zahrellion stumbled, but came after her, fighting her dizziness, and still feeling the raw burn of Lanxe’s Dou. A Sarax stepped in front of her, but Golden, with several long gashes running down her neck, reached out of nowhere and snapped its face into her jaws and shook it like a dog shakes a rat. Luckily its body came apart before it could discharge a defensive shock.

  Zah eased past the thrashing alien. She started running toward the others when she saw the star ship’s opening widen, spilling even more Sarax into the shaft in front of Jenka.

  Aikira was using her wizard magic by sending hot, zooming pulses at the creatures. Jenka was standing over Rikky wielding his oversized sword with furious accuracy, but they were about to be overrun. Even the hot streaks of emerald energy blasting forth weren’t enough to slow the creatures down. Six of the Sarax moved to overtake them. Zahrellion came to a stop a few feet behind Aikira’s shielding and started writing in the sky. In that moment she knew she could only love Jenka. Marcherion was a handsome fancy, but Jenka was her hero. He was standing there in the face of certain overwhelming odds, fighting for the sole purpose of protecting Rikky. He was the naïve boy who’d ridden a horse into a massive dragon’s maw trying to save her. He was the one who swallowed his tongue in such an endearing manner every time he wanted to say he loved her. He was the one.

  Zahrellion’s desire to save Jenka and Rikky fortified the strength of her spell. She threw her hand forth and the warbling yellow flow that leapt away from it crackled and hummed in competition with the Sarax’s vile noise. Several of them were carried, as if by a gargantuan pounding fist, into the star ship and mashed there by the force. They slumped before the opening, tripping the next creature exiting the craft. Aikira blasted the only other Sarax still lingering near the star ship off of its feet. Another battle for exiting position ensued as the tripped alien rose and attacked the creature trying to climb over it.

  ***

  Jenka found the reprieve he needed to leave Rikky and pull the big teardrop from his unconscious dragon’s mouth. He was anguished after seeing the scales and skin that had been smashed away from Jade’s head. He looked up just in time to see the knot of Sarax swell outward as the breach was widened. Aikira and Zahrellion were overrun in a mad dash as the Sarax fled the power that was suddenly welling inside of Jenka.

  The raw power of so much Dour magic blasting throug
h his veins might have consumed any of the other Dragoneers, but Jenka’s own teardrop had been as powerful before Mysterian used it to save Mainsted from Gravelbone’s poison. He raged for the friends he loved so much, but he relished the familiar taste of magic tingling on his tongue. He held Crimzon’s teardrop palmed in his left hand and raised his not so heavy sword with his right. With a primal scream, he let the Dour magic from one tear amplify the power of the other. Then he did what Crimzon had told Rikky to do. He let the power flow right through him.

  The massive surging blast that exploded from Jenka’s blade tip was like forcing the power of a dozen tempests through a tube and directing it all at one place. The Dou spewing forth coated the breach, engulfing several of the still struggling Sarax. The opening was almost instantly sealed over and the whole exposed area of the ship was cooked into a fresh hard milky encasement.

  A Sarax that was trying to flee over the girls was suddenly shoved into the air until it hit the rock above in a crunching impact. It fell a few feet away from where Zahrellion was sitting.

  Slowly, the flow of power coming from Jenka exhausted and he fell into a crumpled heap beside Rikky. Around them everything went still, save for the shadowy movement of the enraged Sarax still confined behind the new encasement, and the light raspy sound of Crimzon drawing breath.

  Chapter 31

  Jenka woke to the loud clopping of Rikky’s newest peg-leg as it thumped on the tiled floor of the tower apartment. He turned to see that Zahrellion was with him. The strong smell of wood smoke was prevalent in the crisp air, but her sweet scent found his nose as it always did. He forced the blankness away from his mind and sat up far too quickly.

  “Jade?” was his first concern.

  Yesss, his dragon hissed into his mind. I’m aboves youss, my friend.