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Days of Ragnarok
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# # #Ether’s Ring Chapter One Mysteries in the night Eendor awoke one day to a loud boom echoing through the small village of Lumbridge. “What was that?” he said to himself as he jumped out of his bed. Another boom echoed, followed by an unearthly screeching. Eendor trotted to the wall to grabbed his bow and lumber axe and raced down the stairs that led to the first floor of his family’s house. As he sped down, his foot missed a step, causing him to crash headlong down the stairway, gaining himself a few unwanted cuts and bruises. Groaning as he climbed to his feet, he groped around in the dark for his two lost weapons. He found the axe, but he couldn’t manage to locate the bow. It wasn’t surprising, as dark as it was, for the only light was from the full moon outside. Giving up the search, he continued into the living room where he discovered that he wasn’t the only one awakened by the noises. He found his father Eendron striding towards the door with his huge double-edged lumber axe in his scarred hands. As Eendor entered the room, his father’s gaze landed on him. “Are you alright?” he asked. “I’m fine,” Eendor replied as he approached the door. “What was that?” “I have absolutely no idea. It came from the forest’s direction, don’t you think?” “As far as I can tell,” Eendor replied simply as he opened the door and followed his father outside into the village. What they saw was almost comical. From nearly every house men came wearing nothing but there sleeping clothes, and none of which were unarmed. Each of them had a weapon of some sort, from an axe, to a bow, and occasionally a sword. The villagers owned these weapons because of the Minotaur raids that were becoming more and more frequent that year, and no one wanted to be caught without a weapon. After hearing nothing more from the noises in the night, the men and their families returned to their homes, tired and grouchy. Everyone, that is, except Eendor. He longed some kind of adventure, albeit someone new in town, or even the hated Imperial soldiers of the Empire. But little did he know of the adventure he was about to get himself into. “Are you coming?” his father asked. “No,” Eendor replied, “I think I’ll stay out here and enjoy the winter air. Don‘t worry, I won‘t go anywhere.” His father looked at him in disbelief. “Don’t get yourself into to much trouble,” he said, to which Eendor laughed. As his father opened the door, he said, “I’m serious,” and closed the door after himself without waiting for a reply. Eendor was left alone. No one could help but to admire the beauty of the breathtaking view Eendor saw that night, as he would see every night had he simply walked back into his house, and returned to his sleep. However, he didn’t. The forest was blanketed in glittering snow, and the moon lit up the night with an astounding beauty. A small breeze wafted through the town. A sigh escaped Eendor’s lunges and he gazed around the village he had known his whole life. Only once had he traveled outside of Lumbridge. Only once, and to him, that wasn’t enough. After checking to see if anyone was watching, Eendor silently crept off, eager to discover some kind of adventure. As Eendor walked in the direction of the noise, he considered what could have been the source. It could have been a Minotaur’s raid, he thought to himself. That would explain the infernal screeching. Then again, it could be some soldiers up to no good. Ooh, I can’t wait to see what it is! First things first, however, I need to find it before anything else falls into place. Purely by luck, the boy managed to stumble onto a small clearing where the snow had been melted and blackened, and where some of the sticks had been burnt. Laying in the snow was a man clad in a grey cloak, with a grey hat laying a few feet away from him. Eendor crept cautiously towards the man, ready for anything. He arrived a few feet from the man and when nothing happened, he tapped the man’s shoulder. He stirred, obviously alive. I don’t think I could carry him to the village. Maybe I can awaken him. He tapped the man’s shoulderagain, but he simply drew a short breath, and rolled over onto his belly. Frustrated, Eendor kicked him again, harder this time. The only response he received was a stifled groan. “Ah, come on!” he mumbled to no one in particular. An idea popped into his head, and his eyes lit up. “I’ve got it,” he said before he began looking around for a certain object. A few yards away from the man he found what he was looking for: an old rotted out gourd. It was perfect for what he had in mind. He took it and trotted off, certain that his plan would work. After a few minutes, he trotted back to the small clearing with the gourd full of cold creek water. “This’ll work,” he giggled to himself. The man’s eyes fluttered open as he felt the frigid water splatter against his cheek. He jumped to his feet and looked around urgently. When his gaze landed on Eendor, It never left. While watching him, the man backed slowly and bent down to gather his hat and staff. “Are you well, sir?” Eendor asked, puzzled by the stranger’s reactions. “Where are they? The Lucadri, the red demons!” “Sir, calm down,” Eendor replied soothingly. “I haven’t seen any red demons around here, and probably won’t ever.” “You haven’t seen them,” the man asked. “Oh, what am I saying? If you have seen them, you’d be dead. I’m glad you awakened me, or I would have been killed in my sleep.” He fell silent, deep in thought. “We need to go,” he said finally. “Where is the nearest town?” “Lumbridge?” asked Eendor. “It’s a half an hour’s march from here.” “I make a request: please take me there.” “Wait; at least tell who you are.” “I’m no one of consequence,” the man replied simply. “How can I trust you then?” “I guess you can’t,” the man replied after a moment of thinking. “Can I at least know your name,” Eendor requested. “Hmm, I guess I owe you that much, but you must tell me your name first.” “Why should I tell you mine, but you not yours?” Eendor said, thoroughly frustrated at this point. The man sighed. “Some call me Alberick.” “Alberick? My name is Eendor.” “Now, if you don’t mind, take me to the village. I need to get supplies.” “What?” inquired Eendor. “It’s in the middle of the night.” “Just take me there,” said the man, “and I’ll be out of here. I’ll never bother you again.” “Fine,” Eendor replied, irritated. “I’ll take you to my home. The Inn won’t be open at this hour, and I suspect you will need a place to stay, unless you prefer to sleep under the stars.” “No,” Alberick replied. “I’ll take you up on that offer.” A few minutes later, Eendor managed to muster all the courage he could, and asked a question that had been pressing his mind since he had met the man. “Are you a wizard?” he asked bluntly. “My appearance might suggest that, wouldn’t it?” he replied, which, indeed, was the truthe It did resemble that of a wizard’s garb. He wore a grey robe that hung just above the ground, and atop his head was a grey pointing hat. He also wielded a wooden staff, gnarled and twisted at the top. “Yes, it does. You do look like one,” Eendor said. “Things are often not what they seem,” Alberick replied. “Sometimes things can be quite the opposite.” “So… you’re not a wizard.” “That’s not what I said. I only said ‘some times’.” “So you are?” Eendor asked, thoroughly confused by now. “Again, that’s not what I said,” Alberick retorted. “What I mean is that if I am, I would not tell the likes of you, and if I am not, we would not be having this conversation.” Eendor glared at the old man. “I’m sorry I even brought it up,” he said irritated. Alberick laughed. “Don’t feel bad. When you are outside of your village’s boundaries, people are much different.” “We’re not outside of the village, now are we?” Eendor replied. “We’re here.” A gentle breeze drifted by, lifting a few snowflakes from the white, almost translucent, snow-covered ground. Nothing stirred; silence presided the night with an unquestionable power. As the two walked, however, the stillness was shattered like glass by a throaty caw, caw. Alberick glanced over his shoulder, and walked faster with Eendor trailing behind him. “In what direction does your house lay?” he asked, slackening his pace to allow Eendor to overtake him. “This way,” Eendor replied. “I’ll lead you there.” “Hurry,” the old man urged. As they neared the house, another caw sounded, to the left this time, drawing Alberick’s attention, followed by another call, seeming to answer the former. Eendor looked around suspiciously with an anxious eye. Something was amiss, he was sure of that; even Alberick’s actions depicted that much, but he dared not think of what could be lurking in the inky blackness of the night. With a shaky hand he grasped the handle of the door and twisted it, allowing the door to swing open with a whine of protest. To be polite, he allowed Alberick to enter first. “Eendor,” Alberick said in a hushed voice. “Be ready to wake in a moments notice. This could very well be a bloody night. There are creatures out there that do not sleep. Beware!” Horror crept across Eendor’s face. “Should we alert my father?” he asked urgently. Alberick nodded. “I apologize for bringing you two into this mess. If we last the night, I’ll be sure to leave with a few gold coins less. Go now. Awaken your father.” Eendor scrambled away, catching his foot on a chair causing him to land sprawled out on the floor. Alberick shook his head, and Eendor scrambled back to his feet to run up the stairs. His father came down first, followed by Eendor. “What is the meaning of this?” Eendron cried. “Sir, I wish not the alarm you,” Alberick replied almost sarcastically, “but there are creatures just outside of your house that would eat the flesh off your bone if they were to see you alone. They would cut out your liver and nibble on it as an appetizer. They are cannibals.” Eendron said nothing, so Alberick continued. “They are called the Lucadri,” he said, acquiring a solemn tone, “the red demons. They are looking for me, and they need me alive, but you, they care not about anything in their path. They could kill you without a moment’s hesitation. I apologize for bringing you into this mess, and as I said to your son, I’ll leave you a few gold coins--if we last the night. Also, if you wish for me to leave, I would understand completely.” “No,” Eendron said softly. “I wouldn’t throw a guest out on the streets, especially with these creatures you speak of.” He didn’t seem convinced. Eendor fell into a restless sleep, apprehensive of what was to come. Chapter Two An Unlikely Savior Eendor dreamt a queer dream that night. In this dream, he stood on a flat grassy plain, with no significant landmark as far as the eye could see. He looked around and saw nothing, but suddenly, his gaze drifted to the north, and the air grew extremely clear. He could then see a huge mountain range in the distance. At first it was blurry and small, but it seemed to get closer and closer, until it seemed to stand not but a stones throw away. He could see it clear enough that he could make out an entrance to a mine and people coming in and out. But he was mistaken, for the figures were much to short, and stocky to be humans. Those must be Dwarves, he thought to himself. While admiring their short structures, a terrible screeching pierced the air. He looked up and saw a two huge, red birds circling high above him. He tried to scream, but his mouth wouldn’t allow it. Then one of the griffins---as some call them---swooped down. Eendor tried to run away to the Dwarves mines, but the mountain seemed to get farther away and more distant. Suddenly the griffin sounded a shrill cry, resonating in the air. “Eeeendooor!” it hissed, and then a second time: “Eeendoor!” but this time the cry was clearer and less inhuman. “Eendor! Eendor!” To Eendor’s surprise, it suddenly occurred to him that it was not the griffin, but instead it was Alberick’s voice. “Help me!” he wanted to cry, but his mouth wouldn’t allow him to. “Eendor, awaken!” Wake up? he thought. What’s that supposed to mean? Sudden realization swept over him; he was under the surface of a dream world, from which his consciousness was desperately trying to escape. But try as he might, he couldn’t, for the voice of the griffin seemed to pin him there, in the dreamscape. “Eendor! Awaken!” Alberick said with a hint of urgency. His voice sounded faint, as if Eendor was deep under the surface of a body of water. I can’t. Help me! The griffin swooped closer, causing Eendor to hide behind his hands in terror, intending to expose his forearms to the red bird’s talons rather than his face. Futile, as it turned out to be, for the talons sunk into his chest, not his face. Two things happened then; one: Alberick’s voice called much louder than before. Two: he escaped the bonds of sleep. When he awoke, the first thing he saw was the wrinkled face of the old man, Alberick. “Eendor, are you awake?” “Yeah, sure,” he replied as he sat up. “I’m awake.” He wiped the sleep out of his eyes. “Oh, I had the strangest dream.” Alberick’s head sprang up with an urgent look. “What happened in this dream?” “Well, I was on a plain, and two, giant red birds attacked me.” “Did they make contact?” “What?” Eendor asked quizzically. “Did they actually cut you open?” “Uh, yes, they did,” Eendor confessed. “It was just a dream, though, right?” “I’m afraid not,” the old man replied. “I’ll explain later, but for now, it’s like a foreshadowing of things to come, but it can be changed. Yes, it can be changed. Now go awake you father. He is still asleep.” Eendor walked up the stairs, anxiety apparent on his pale face. Eendron appeared shortly after with his huge axe, and Eendor with his bow strung with his best arrow, and a quiver on his back. “What is going on?” Eendron asked. “They attack. The red demons, they come. They’re outside the house, trying to gain entrance.” “What shall we do?” Eendron asked, his long beard swaying. “What can we do?” Alberick replied.“ The best thing we can do is try to keep them from entering the house. Now, someone bar the windows and I’ll set a---” As he was speaking, the front door shattered, showering the three with a hailstorm of sharp splinters. A considerable large one embedded itself in the chest of Eendor’s father with a dull thud, knocking him off of his feet and on his back. With a horror-stricken face, Eendor looked at his father with in disbelief. “Father!” he exclaimed. “Are you all right?” Eendron said nothing. On the other side of the shattered door, there stood what looked like a huge crimson man, eight feet tall, bulging muscles underneath fiery red sleeves. His crimson head was completely shaved of hair and on his face was a long hooked nose. He wore a red tunic with black trousers above bare feet. Wisps of air spewed from his flaring nostrils as his chest heaved back and forth. His lips curled into a smile. “Give them to me!” he bellowed. “Give me the rings!” “Burn in hell!” Alberick cried in defiance, to which the demon laughed. “Hell! Don’t talk about hell! Give me the rings and maybe I won’t send you there.” “Never!” Alberick cried, and thrust his staff towards the demon igniting the air between them in a jet of flame. Uttering a short screech, the creature leaped back a full thirty feet and landed on top of a building parallel to Eendor’s. He shut his eyes and pursed his lips before three red, translucent tendrils rocketed from his back. Alberick countered by spinning his fiery staff. The tendrils dissipated right before they touched the flame, as if they were never there, but alas, three more shot from the creatures back, and again, Alberick drove them away. The third time the creature tried a different strategy, this time attempting to surround the enemy, rather than try to skewer him. But Alberick countered again by raising the staff above his head, and spinning it, creating a disk of flame. The circumference of fire fell downwards until Alberick was completely covered by a dome of fire. After the tendrils retracted, Alberick brought the spinning to a sudden stop, and then crashed the staff to the ground. The land shuddered, and gave way into a fissure stretching from Alberick to the creature. Flames spurted from the crack, forcing the demon to evade it by leaping high into the air. At the peak of his jump, his arms morphed into wings, his legs into talons, and his face seemed to grow a beak. He swooped down and plucked Alberick from the ground, only to hurl him back with tremendous force. As Alberick scrambled to his feet, he cried to Eendor. “Run, Eendor, run as if the Hounds of Hell were behind you!” But Eendor wasn’t there. * * * “Give them to me! Give me the rings!” “Burn in hell!” As the melee began, Eendor could tell Alberick was outmatched, and that he would need assistance. Since his father was dead, it was up to him to find help. Grabbing his axe, he ran to the stairs, but before he could get there, he tripped over a chair. Damn! he thought. That’s the same chair I tripped over earlier today. He climbed to his feet, and continued to the stairs, but on the way his foot was caught by something. That something, Eendor discovered, was his father. I’m sorry, dad. He knew his fate then. He would extract his revenge from the demon, or die trying. * * * “Run Eendor! Run like the hounds of hell were behind you!” Alberick cried, but the person he had directed it to was gone. He must have already escaped, he thought. It was wise. One would have to be a fool to stand up to this creature, but yet here I am. I just hope he doesn’t try to be a hero and come back. I feel responsible for his father’s death too. That’s just too bad. If I manage to live, I’ll leave him more than just a few gold coins. Alberick crawled to his feet, and watched the creature transformed back into human form. Driving his staff into the ground he stopped a tendril aimed to knock him off his feet, but two more shot towards his head only to be disintegrated by Alberick’s flaming staff again. Another whipped to the side, catching his foot. It retracted, taking Alberick with it before lifting him completely off the ground and swinging him back and forth. After laughing the creature drew his captive close to his face, and bellowed, “Do you give up now?” As a reply, Alberick lashed out, catching the demon’s nose with his fist. The creature remained calm, but only for a moment. Suddenly, anger leapt across his face, and he whipped Alberick high into the air, only to slam him back onto the ground. Alberick, completely winded, staggered to his feet breathing in violent gasps. The demon curled his lips and laughed a prolonged laugh. I can’t do this, Alberick thought. I need help. Someone, please! And if to answer his silent plea for help, Eendor appeared from on top of his house, axe in hand. He leapt from the building and hammered the axe into the demons skull with all of his might, causing bluish-green liquid to seep from the wound. The creature let out a horrid scream that pierced the air, and clawed into Alberick’s consciousness. He remembered nothing more. | |
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