Author: SAR132-4 PM
Strange happenings have been going on in the dimension of Zelron, namely with the dragons. Kalen and Fyren, a warrior and a demon from a small village, have been sent to help discern the threat. Will they find out what's going on? Or will it be too late?Rated: Fiction T - English - Fantasy/Adventure - Chapters: 2 - Words: 3,339 - Reviews: 1 - Updated: 11-23-09 - Published: 08-06-09 - id: 2706507
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A/N: I hope you enjoy, this is my first fiction for FictionPress, R&R! I hope I didn't make this too confusing.
And yes, I added too many names ending with 'n' I'll try to remedy that in later chapters.
Deep in the northern sections of the dimension Zelron, a man sat in his small cabin on a dragon farm. He shivered with the cold, even if he was huddled in front of a crackling fire. The wind blew outside, pushing sheets of snow up against the walls.
He heard a faint high pitched keen over the sound of the wind, and he instantly bolted upright out of his stupor. He strapped on his boots and shrugged on his coat.
Gooseflesh rippled up his arms as he slowly opened the door, a screaming wind blew blasts of cold wind inside the warm sanctuary. He shuddered and realized that the wind wasn't the only thing screaming, it was the dragons.
He rushed out of the door way and was slammed by an immense wall of snow, ice and frigid wind. He drew his short rapier and ran as fast as he could towards the pens, the wind making it nearly impossible.
Blood red snow covered every last square inch, he dropped to his knees and moaned.
White warriors with bright red eyes glared with contempt at the fallen man and then dashed off into the whiteness.
"Fyren! Fyren!" Kalen called out to the sleeping demon. His brown hair was spiked up, and his blue eyes flashed as he attempted to wake up the mass of red scales.
"Unh, wha? Something wrong?" Fyren asked groggily at last, "Or can I go back to sleep now?"
"We are summoned by the commander's council," Kalen said sharply.
"Alright, I'll be there in a sec," Fyren replied with a monstrous yawn, he turned over and went back to sleep.
"We are needed now you dolt!" Kalen stomped on the sleeping demon's tail this time, and Fyren jumped up with a yelp. Fyren rose, his yellow eyes looking sleepily at Kalen, he grabbed his sword and strapped it on to his belt. He was shorter than Kalen, but not by much.
Kalen's broad sword was already strapped onto his back, "Let's go," he said walking out of the small house on the outskirts of town.
Reaching the Commander's council was an easy feat, the building was at the center of the city, where most of the traffic was, but since Kalen was a well known warrior, and Fyren was a demon, everyone gave them a wide berth.
Everyone, that is, but a few school boys ready to torment the demon. They pelted rocks at Fyren's reddish scales but he gave none of them a thought as he arrived at the council building.
"Commander Javin," Kalen bowed respectively and forced Fyren's spiky head to the floor as well.
A man with whitish hair and blue eyes nodded at the two visitors, "I suppose you are wondering why I have called you here," he said gravely.
"Yes sir," Kalen answered.
"And if I call you on a quest, you will have chosen Fyren as your companion?" the commander asked, his eyes straying to Fyren.
"Very well then, there have been several incidents to the north of this village. We have been asked to volunteer some of our warriors to build up a small expeditionary force to see any perceivable threat. I want you to go on this with your companion. Am I perfectly clear on this?"
"Good, you'll leave tomorrow at dawn, that is all," Javin waved the two away.
"Commander," Kalen gained enough courage to ask, "May I ask one thing?"
"Why has the council not convened on this issue? I know that usually, you stand here with the rest of the council when you order a warrior to embark on a quest."
"That is not your place to understand, you may leave now," Javin said in a voice that would allow no further conversation.
"Yes sir," Kalen left, pulling Fyren along.
"'That is not your place to understand,'" Fyren mimicked Javin's voice to perfection, "Keh! That crusty old dumb ass doesn't even understand your level of intelligence."
Kalen said nothing, he and Fyren were sitting in the house having tea, compliments of his sister, Telp. He sipped the hot beverage and set down the cup.
"So, what's our battle plan?" Fyren asked.
"Well," Kalen said, "we go to the capitol of the dimension and await orders from the head."
"That's gonna be boring," Fyren said attacking a bowl of noodles.
"Better than sticking around here, I'd rather have a peaceful resolution to this though," Kalen said, staring at the opposite wall.
"Really?" Fyren asked, fingering the hilt of his long sword by habit, "I'd like to slice up some opposing army any day."
"We have different tastes," Kalen said as he stood up, "but I suppose we do have to go on this trip. Let's practice."
Fyren grinned, "Now you're speaking my language!"
They got into the back yard where there was a fighting ring, and Kalen unsheathed the large sword and stood in his fighting stance. His feet were shoulder width apart and his sword at a ready position.
Fyren lazily glided into the ring and unsheathed his sword as well, and he held it with one hand, pointed at the warrior. "Gimme your best," he taunted.
Kalen jumped at Fyren, slashing his sword at his midsection, Fyren hit the blade away with speed. He lashed out in a counter attack with a stab at Kalen's torso.
Kalen batted away the sword quickly and aimed a kick at Fyren, and the demon staggered back as the foot made contact and then quickly regained balance. But not quick enough, Fyren found his sword on the ground several feet away and Kalen's blade at his neck.
"I win," Kalen said grinning. Fyren grumbled, and he picked up his sword.
"Again," Fyren growled, standing at the ready this time.
Kalen lost soundly to the demon, showing that if the demon tried, he was better than the warrior. They sparred until it was time for supper and then they shook hands. After the first round, Fyren had won most of the battles.
Telp called them for their meal, and she sat at the table with her brother and asked, "Why isn't Fyren a warrior, he seems capable enough."
Fyren didn't say anything, he gripped the table harder though, and his claws were making noticeable marks in the wood. Kalen explained the situation to his younger sister, "This dimension is not the most kind to demons, in fact, most of the time we slay them. Demons that do live with people are not accepted, and do not have the same rights as men. It's a sad fact, but we will have to live with it."
Fyren finished his meal and abruptly left the table, the door could be heard slamming. Kalen sighed and ate his meal, not bothering to go after the demon, Fyren usually liked to be alone in moments like these.
Telp made to go after the demon, but Kalen grasped her wrist in a gentle way, "Don't, he wants to be alone."
"But what about the mission? What if he doesn't come back?" Telp asked, and Kalen let go of her wrist.
"He will come back," Kalen said getting up, "he always does."
Kalen went off to his sleeping quarters and sure enough, Fyren came back in a few hours later smelling of dirt and pine. He went to his room to get some sleep.
Kalen woke before the sun rose and then packed two burlap sacks with supplies for their trip. He shook Fyren gently at first, trying to get the snoring demon to awaken.
"Snrk," Fyren turned over and fell into a deeper sleep. Kalen rolled his eyes and slammed his foot on Fyren's tail.
"ACK!" Fyren leapt up and yelled a stream of curse words in a different language. He rubbed his tail delicately and then strapped on his sword. He shouldered the pack and they both left, the stars were still up in the sky.