Post by LittleRock on Jul 11, 2005 16:22:21 GMT -5
Chapter 2: Faldor
Damon and Ozran traveled into the night, trying to keep out of sight from anyone else. They traveled to Ozran’s parents grave sight. They hid behind rocks when they heard someone coming. Damon was helpful for his keen hearing and sight. Once, though, Damon did not pay enough attention, because a goblin wobbled across their path about 5 yards away. Luckily, the goblin had a little to many becklies, and was not awake enough to notice them.
Damon was very thirsty since he hadn’t drunk anything for days, Ozran’s magic was very helpful in that aspect. They walked ‘till morning, when they reached Orzran's parent's grave, it was right after dawn. Then they stopped. There was a road, newly paved, it looked, for the orcs and goblins to travel.
"What happened!?" said Ozran almost bursting with tears."There gone...all gone"
"How?" asked Damon
"There gone, my parents where here, right where this road..... this road is! ahhhhhhhh!" Ozran scream echoed through the slave town. Ozran droped to his knees in the middle of the road.
Damon felt very sorry for him. Ozran obviously cared very much for his loved ones, just as Damon cared for his. "I'm sorry. What could have happened to them?"
"They built a road, right over them."
"Who did this?" Asked Damon "What can we do?"
"Nothing." Ozran dropped his head, "There is nothing we can do but wish it never happened." Ozran stood up and dusted off his knees. "There's nothing we could have done."
Damon could feel his pain, He put his hand on his shoulder comforting him. A tear rolled down his cheek . "I'm really sorry"
"Well, there's nothing we can do know." Ozran sighed "We best be going to Faldor now."
Damon felt awful, he knew there was nothing they could do, but he felt Ozran was feeling a lot worse than what he showed. They set off west to Faldor's cave, not speaking to each other. It was an awkward time, and Damon felt selfish for having Ozran help him for his needs.
About an hour after they left, they came to the cave. The entrance was about twenty feet tall, and fifteen feet wide. It did not look welcoming.
"At last, we're here, now if you listen..." both Ozran and Damon where silent, all they could hear was the deep slow breathing of some creature within. "So who was going first?"
Damon looked shocked. "You said that you would!"
"Ok, ok, just seeing is you were paying attention." he said with a chuckle "I’m going to have to sneak in... well here goes nothing!" Ozran pulled out his dagger then ran into the dark cave. As he approached the cave he gave Damon one last look, and then slowly walked into the cave. Tip-toeing into the dark cave, he could fell his heart almost beating out of is chest. The further he walk that louder his heart beat. He could hear the slow creepy breath of the dragon as he walked closer... and closer...then... UMPH!
Ozran stepped on one of the sharp black claws of the dragon. It was so dark, he almost couldn't see at all. Then, just shinning down the shaft of the cramped cave he could see the flickering of a fire. Ozran let the fire lead the way and walked to the door of Faldor's house. He knew, because he had been there before. He taped the door ever so slightly so the dragon would not wake up.
The door magically opened, Ozran saw Faldor sitting in his old oak chair staring into the fire, back faced to Ozran.
"What business do you have here, stranger?" Faldor asked, not looking around at him. "For I was not expecting anyone."
The door shut behind him with a jolt. "Faldor, do you remember me... It's me...Ozran."
Faldor still sat where he was. "Come hither, so that I shall see thy face."
Ozran walked closer so Faldor could see his face "surely you remember me." Ozran said with dismay
"Come closer."
Ozran moved close and knelt down beside his chair. Faldor leaned closer to him. The stared at each other, then Faldor put his tongue between his lips, and blew. Splattering saliva all over the young wizard. Faldor laughed, but it wasn't an ordinary laugh. It was the laugh of a child. It was...
"Kryton?"
Faldor (still laughing) started to change, he became younger by the second. Then there was a boy. It was Faldor's godson, Kryton, sitting where the supposed Faldor was.
"Ha ha ha ha! You fell for it!" Kryton said bursting with laughter. Kryton was a changeling, the last Ozran saw him, he was but a baby.
"What , what....."Ozran wiped the saliva off from his face "Very funny." Ozran laughed a little too. he turns around, Faldor is standing by the door with a big smile on his face. "It's good to see you Old Friend!"
"Oh I'm not that old!" He Chuckled. He walks over to Ozran, "So, what brings you here, Old Friend?"
"I have a friend waiting out side of the Elfish, he wishes to speak to you, but you pet dragon is a little discouraging to visitors." Ozran said in a sarcastic tone."He came to me just like you said, and well... I will just let him explain it to you...oh yea, do you think you could call of the dragon for me, just a little favor?"
Faldor chuckled. "Do you really think you would have survived if the dragon was not called off?"
"And all along I though I was been brave! Ok...but how did you know I was coming?"
“I’m a wizard, young one!” He laughed. "Now go get your elven friend. I put a sleeping spell on Shori so you will be safe."
Ozran runs out the door to Damon. "Damon, he will see you, come quick."Ozran says
Damon ran up to Ozran. "Really?" He asked.
"Yes, so come quick." Ozran replied
Ozran and Damon ran through the cave and past the Dragon, which Damon eyed suspiciously, to the entrance of Faldor's home. As they approached the door, it magically swung open to let them through. Ozran entered first, followed by Damon, to a very homey, cottage-like room. If Damon hadn't known, he would have never guessed he was inside a cave. There were shelves along the walls, with varying colored liquids and powders, such as: "Dragon's Blood" and "Sleeping Draught". There were pieces of furniture, which Damon had never had the pleasure of using before, that could fit four, and a large wooden chair (with what looked like dragon's hide covering the seat) that Faldor's used.
The door behind them closed, and Damon jumped, being in his stupor of thought as he examined the room. Faldor and Ozran gave a slight chuckle. Faldor was at the other end of the room standing by the fire, and facing them. He started walking towards them, "So," he looked at Damon. "Your the elf."
"Yes...er, sir." he said, unsure of how to address him, the great wizard.
Faldor chuckled again. "Well, have a seat, both of you. You look exhausted."
That's for sure, Damon thought as he took a seat on the couch, I'm thirsty too...
"Would you like a drink, either of you?"
Damon wasn't sure if it was coincidence, or if Faldor could read minds. No, he thought to himself, it's polite to ask someone if they wanted anything and we do look thirsty.
"Yes sir."
"Oh yes" said Ozran who was obviously thirsty.
"Right." Said Faldor, He raised hand over the small table that stood between them, and three glasses full of some bluish liquid lied their.
Damon wondered what it could be, he took the glass and examined it. He look at Faldor, and noticed he was staring at him. "Sorry, sir, but what is this?"
"That." He said. "Is Bloubi juice, from Rivion. It is quite refreshing, and tasty."
Damon put the glass to his lips, and slowly tipped it back to let some of the blue liquid enter his mouth. As soon as it did, he felt a rush of refresh ness, and no longer felt exhausted. It was wonderful! Damon drank the whole glass in one take. He put the empty glass back on the table.
"That was delicious!"
"I'm glad you think so." He said as he chuckled some more. "Now, what is it that you, young elf, desire from me?"
Damon and Ozran traveled into the night, trying to keep out of sight from anyone else. They traveled to Ozran’s parents grave sight. They hid behind rocks when they heard someone coming. Damon was helpful for his keen hearing and sight. Once, though, Damon did not pay enough attention, because a goblin wobbled across their path about 5 yards away. Luckily, the goblin had a little to many becklies, and was not awake enough to notice them.
Damon was very thirsty since he hadn’t drunk anything for days, Ozran’s magic was very helpful in that aspect. They walked ‘till morning, when they reached Orzran's parent's grave, it was right after dawn. Then they stopped. There was a road, newly paved, it looked, for the orcs and goblins to travel.
"What happened!?" said Ozran almost bursting with tears."There gone...all gone"
"How?" asked Damon
"There gone, my parents where here, right where this road..... this road is! ahhhhhhhh!" Ozran scream echoed through the slave town. Ozran droped to his knees in the middle of the road.
Damon felt very sorry for him. Ozran obviously cared very much for his loved ones, just as Damon cared for his. "I'm sorry. What could have happened to them?"
"They built a road, right over them."
"Who did this?" Asked Damon "What can we do?"
"Nothing." Ozran dropped his head, "There is nothing we can do but wish it never happened." Ozran stood up and dusted off his knees. "There's nothing we could have done."
Damon could feel his pain, He put his hand on his shoulder comforting him. A tear rolled down his cheek . "I'm really sorry"
"Well, there's nothing we can do know." Ozran sighed "We best be going to Faldor now."
Damon felt awful, he knew there was nothing they could do, but he felt Ozran was feeling a lot worse than what he showed. They set off west to Faldor's cave, not speaking to each other. It was an awkward time, and Damon felt selfish for having Ozran help him for his needs.
About an hour after they left, they came to the cave. The entrance was about twenty feet tall, and fifteen feet wide. It did not look welcoming.
"At last, we're here, now if you listen..." both Ozran and Damon where silent, all they could hear was the deep slow breathing of some creature within. "So who was going first?"
Damon looked shocked. "You said that you would!"
"Ok, ok, just seeing is you were paying attention." he said with a chuckle "I’m going to have to sneak in... well here goes nothing!" Ozran pulled out his dagger then ran into the dark cave. As he approached the cave he gave Damon one last look, and then slowly walked into the cave. Tip-toeing into the dark cave, he could fell his heart almost beating out of is chest. The further he walk that louder his heart beat. He could hear the slow creepy breath of the dragon as he walked closer... and closer...then... UMPH!
Ozran stepped on one of the sharp black claws of the dragon. It was so dark, he almost couldn't see at all. Then, just shinning down the shaft of the cramped cave he could see the flickering of a fire. Ozran let the fire lead the way and walked to the door of Faldor's house. He knew, because he had been there before. He taped the door ever so slightly so the dragon would not wake up.
The door magically opened, Ozran saw Faldor sitting in his old oak chair staring into the fire, back faced to Ozran.
"What business do you have here, stranger?" Faldor asked, not looking around at him. "For I was not expecting anyone."
The door shut behind him with a jolt. "Faldor, do you remember me... It's me...Ozran."
Faldor still sat where he was. "Come hither, so that I shall see thy face."
Ozran walked closer so Faldor could see his face "surely you remember me." Ozran said with dismay
"Come closer."
Ozran moved close and knelt down beside his chair. Faldor leaned closer to him. The stared at each other, then Faldor put his tongue between his lips, and blew. Splattering saliva all over the young wizard. Faldor laughed, but it wasn't an ordinary laugh. It was the laugh of a child. It was...
"Kryton?"
Faldor (still laughing) started to change, he became younger by the second. Then there was a boy. It was Faldor's godson, Kryton, sitting where the supposed Faldor was.
"Ha ha ha ha! You fell for it!" Kryton said bursting with laughter. Kryton was a changeling, the last Ozran saw him, he was but a baby.
"What , what....."Ozran wiped the saliva off from his face "Very funny." Ozran laughed a little too. he turns around, Faldor is standing by the door with a big smile on his face. "It's good to see you Old Friend!"
"Oh I'm not that old!" He Chuckled. He walks over to Ozran, "So, what brings you here, Old Friend?"
"I have a friend waiting out side of the Elfish, he wishes to speak to you, but you pet dragon is a little discouraging to visitors." Ozran said in a sarcastic tone."He came to me just like you said, and well... I will just let him explain it to you...oh yea, do you think you could call of the dragon for me, just a little favor?"
Faldor chuckled. "Do you really think you would have survived if the dragon was not called off?"
"And all along I though I was been brave! Ok...but how did you know I was coming?"
“I’m a wizard, young one!” He laughed. "Now go get your elven friend. I put a sleeping spell on Shori so you will be safe."
Ozran runs out the door to Damon. "Damon, he will see you, come quick."Ozran says
Damon ran up to Ozran. "Really?" He asked.
"Yes, so come quick." Ozran replied
Ozran and Damon ran through the cave and past the Dragon, which Damon eyed suspiciously, to the entrance of Faldor's home. As they approached the door, it magically swung open to let them through. Ozran entered first, followed by Damon, to a very homey, cottage-like room. If Damon hadn't known, he would have never guessed he was inside a cave. There were shelves along the walls, with varying colored liquids and powders, such as: "Dragon's Blood" and "Sleeping Draught". There were pieces of furniture, which Damon had never had the pleasure of using before, that could fit four, and a large wooden chair (with what looked like dragon's hide covering the seat) that Faldor's used.
The door behind them closed, and Damon jumped, being in his stupor of thought as he examined the room. Faldor and Ozran gave a slight chuckle. Faldor was at the other end of the room standing by the fire, and facing them. He started walking towards them, "So," he looked at Damon. "Your the elf."
"Yes...er, sir." he said, unsure of how to address him, the great wizard.
Faldor chuckled again. "Well, have a seat, both of you. You look exhausted."
That's for sure, Damon thought as he took a seat on the couch, I'm thirsty too...
"Would you like a drink, either of you?"
Damon wasn't sure if it was coincidence, or if Faldor could read minds. No, he thought to himself, it's polite to ask someone if they wanted anything and we do look thirsty.
"Yes sir."
"Oh yes" said Ozran who was obviously thirsty.
"Right." Said Faldor, He raised hand over the small table that stood between them, and three glasses full of some bluish liquid lied their.
Damon wondered what it could be, he took the glass and examined it. He look at Faldor, and noticed he was staring at him. "Sorry, sir, but what is this?"
"That." He said. "Is Bloubi juice, from Rivion. It is quite refreshing, and tasty."
Damon put the glass to his lips, and slowly tipped it back to let some of the blue liquid enter his mouth. As soon as it did, he felt a rush of refresh ness, and no longer felt exhausted. It was wonderful! Damon drank the whole glass in one take. He put the empty glass back on the table.
"That was delicious!"
"I'm glad you think so." He said as he chuckled some more. "Now, what is it that you, young elf, desire from me?"