Dragonvein

by Brian D. Anderson

  “I underestimated you, mage,” he said. “I have not suffered injury in many centuries. That is a mistake I shall not make twice.”

  “Leave my friends alone and I’ll come with you,” he offered.

  Both Kat and Jonas grabbed his shoulders, pulling him back.

  “You can’t,” said Jonas in a loud whisper. “Shinzan will kill you.”

  Kat simply looked at him with pleading eyes.

  Ethan jerked away. “It’s my choice.”

  “I can hear you, you know,” Hronso called out. “Specter can live. But your servant has to come with me too. And I think I’ll need the young girl as well. Something tells me that she might be of interest to the Emperor.”

  “You don’t need anyone but me. And if you try to take my friends, I’ll burn you again.” He hoped his bluff would at least buy them a short time to think of something.

  “Perhaps you could,” Hronso responded. “Perhaps it was your own power and not the dragon’s last time. But then again, if you were able to, I think you would have done so already. I, on the other hand, can definitely burn you.”

  Ethan saw a bright red light begin to flash sporadically, drowning out the torchlight. Markus snatched his collar and threw him toward the rear of the cavern.

  “Run!” he shouted to the others.

  Kat and Jonas obeyed instantly. But they had only made a few steps when a tremendous roar ripped through the air. Ethan glanced over his shoulder and saw a massive ball of flame streaking toward them.

  “Get down!” he cried out.

  They all hit the ground an instant before the inferno would have consumed them. Ethan could feel the intense heat from it blistering the flesh of his back. There was the sudden stench of singed hair.

  Moments after passing over them, the fireball smashed into the far wall and exploded with a thunderous boom. The cavern rumbled and shook, showering them with dust and debris.

  “He’s got a dwarf weapon,” coughed Markus.

  “Indeed I do,” affirmed Hronso, sounding pleased with himself.

  The pain from his burned skin made Ethan grit his teeth as he stood up. He glanced over in Kat’s direction. Her face was a mask of sheer terror and her eyes were filling with tears.

  “I will not ask you again,” shouted Hronso.

  Ethan’s heart pounded. I have to remember, he thought desperately. He pictured the moment the dragon had placed its head in his hands. What had he felt? Peace. Love. Then something else. Sorrow. But why? He imagined Hronso charging in, sword poised to strike. But after that, no matter how hard he tried, everything was still as blank as ever.

  He saw the red glow of the dwarf weapon begin to flash again. Kat clutched at his arm.

  “To the back of the cave,” ordered Markus.

  Again they ran. The fire burst forth, this time striking the ground where they had only just been standing. The heat blasted Ethan’s already burned back and it took all his strength not to cry out from the pain

  “Why aren’t you fighting back, Dragonvein,” taunted Hronso. “You did threaten to burn me again, did you not? Do you lack the power?”

  “Why don’t you come down here and find out,” Ethan challenged.

  Hronso responded with harsh laughter. “Bring them to me!” he ordered his men.

  The song of steel was quickly followed by the stomping of boots.

  “Better than being roasted alive,” remarked Markus somberly.

  “You should disappear,” Ethan whispered to Kat.

  She glared at him defiantly. “I’m not going anywhere.”

  He opened his mouth to argue, but Jonas had already grabbed her hand and pulled her back.

  “Stay with me,” he told her. He took a few steps further to the rear, allowing Ethan and Markus to stand together in front of them.

  “I really wish I knew how to fight with this damn thing,” Ethan said, looking at his sword.

  Markus smiled. “Just remember that the sharp end points away from you.”

  He returned the smile and readied himself.

  The stomping of the soldier’s boots drew closer. Ethan could now make out their ominous silhouettes; they were closing quickly. Yet again his mind concentrated fiercely, searching for a way to produce the same bolt of fire that had dealt with Hronso before. Try harder, he kept telling himself. Try harder…..

  Then he heard a faint rumbling sound. For a moment he thought it was coming from inside his head, a result of the intense pressure he was creating within himself. But the sound quickly grew much louder, and then the ground began to shake violently. Large chunks of rock and debris fell from the ceiling and smashed onto the floor between him and the soldiers. They halted, unsure what to do.

  With the shaking growing ever more intense, both he and Markus were struggling to keep their feet. They turned and stumbled toward the rear wall, grabbing Jonas and Kat as they passed. Once at the dead end, the four of them huddled together, unable to do anything more than watch as larger and larger rocks fell. Within moments the soldier’s torches had vanished from view.

  “Come!” a deep voice called out a few yards to Ethan’s right.

  He looked across to see that a small section of the wall had opened as if on hinges. Standing just inside was a shadowy figure no taller than four feet, yet extremely broad in the shoulder.

  “Come,” the figure repeated urgently. “Unless you wish to be buried alive.”

  Ethan shoved Kat and Jonas ahead. Markus followed close behind. Once inside, the door closed behind them. The clamor of the collapse continued to reverberate, filling the air with dust.

  Shielding his eyes, Ethan peered ahead, but the way was too dark to see. He reached up and touched the ceiling. It was only just high enough for him to walk upright, though Markus would undoubtedly need to bend down.

  “Hurry,” called the voice. “This tunnel is unstable.”

  Markus took the lead, his sword drawn and ready.

  They walked as fast as they could manage for about five hundred yards. The ground was level throughout, and even the walls gradually transitioned from a natural formation to being smooth and neatly squared.

  A light beckoned from just ahead. Markus gestured for Ethan to draw his sword as well. Though he was hesitant to show signs of aggression toward someone who had just saved their lives, he did as Markus instructed. This did not go unnoticed by Jonas. He regarded them both with deep disapproval.

  The passage ended at a small chamber approximately thirty foot square. Embedded into the walls at regular intervals were stones about the size of a man’s fist that glowed dimly with yellow light. At the far end were two iron doors. The one on the left was flung wide. Beside it stood their rescuer.

  The dwarf was clad in a dark brown leather vest over a green shirt. His trousers were tan cloth – dingy and torn – and his boots rode high up his short thick calves. Narrow dark eyes surrounded by deep lines stood out clearly in a face that was otherwise ghostly pale. Dense wiry hair which fell down to the top of his chest was divided into three braids, held together at the ends by a silver bead. In his right hand he held a small axe, though a much larger one was strapped across his back. On his belt hung a green glowing rod about a foot in length.

  “Which one of you calls himself Dragonvein?” he demanded.

  Ethan stepped forward. “I do.”

  The dwarf scrutinized him for a long moment. “Why did you come here?”

  “We seek sanctuary,” Jonas interjected.

  The dwarf huffed. “And why should I give it?”

  “Because you are obliged to do so,” Jonas stated firmly. “Will you not honor the agreement made between your people and the Dragonvein family?”

  “Ha! You must think me a fool. The Dragonvein’s have been gone for more than five hundred years.”

  “Then why open your door to us in the first place?” Jonas challenged. “It is obvious you heard us speak the name, did you not?”

  “I did. And the name Dragonvein is not unfami
liar to me. My grandfather spoke of it often. Yet I do not see how this boy can be of that line. I saved your lives because I was curious, nothing more.”

  “Will you honor the oath?” asked Jonas.

  The dwarf gave Ethan another long look. “If he is not who he claims to be, then you will all wish you had died in the cavern.” He jabbed a finger at the drawn weapons. “Do not think me defenseless. Treachery will only guarantee your death.”

  Ethan put away his blade. After a brief hesitation, Markus did the same.

  Jonas bowed low. “I am Jonas. This is Ethan, Markus and Kat. We thank you for your aid.”

  He gave a slight nod. “I am Birger. And do not thank me yet. I do not offer you sanctuary. Only the king can do that, and he may not suffer your presence. Just pray that you can prove this boy to be who he claims.”

  With that, Birger turned and stepped through the open door.

  “You see?” said Jonas. “Our luck has held after all.”

  Markus shrugged. “For now.”

  “At least we’re still alive,” Ethan offered.

  “True,” Markus replied. “But I wonder how you propose to prove you’re a Dragonvein? I get the feeling the king won’t just take your word for it.”

  “You let me worry about that,” said Jonas.

  Birger’s voice called out. “I will not wait for you.”

  Ethan slapped Markus on the back and smiled. “Let’s go, buddy.”

  Markus shook his head. “The Krauts, the Empire…and now the dwarves. Hell, why not?”

  Chapter Fifteen

  For several hours they followed Birger through a labyrinth of halls and passageways that twisted and turned ever deeper into the mountain. Occasionally they could hear the clanking of hammers or the echo of distant voices, but Birger paid no attention to these and pressed resolutely on. Everywhere they passed through, the construction was superb. The walls and floors were smooth and highly polished, lit by the same round stones they had seen in the first area. Ethan asked the dwarf what they were, but he did not appear interested in conversation.

  “I think they’re rajni stones,” Jonas told him. “Though I’ve never seen them so big. And I’ve never heard of them being used to light rooms and hallways.”

  “What are rajni stones?” Ethan asked.

  “Mages used them to store spells,” he explained. “In fact I used one to bring you to Lumnia.”

  The dwarf looked over his shoulder and snorted. “You know nothing, human.”

  “I’m sure you know a lot more,” admitted Jonas. “But as you have chosen to stay silent…”

  “Rajni stones are vessels for magic,” he said, cutting him short. “Human mages stored spells, but we use them as they were intended.”

  “To make torches and light rooms?” Jonas gently chided.

  “The stones you see here are of a very low quality,” Birger informed him. “Not that you would know the difference. Lights are all they’re good for. With quality rajni stones we construct objects of great power.”

  “Like what?” asked Ethan.

  “That you don’t know these things does not bode well for your case,” the dwarf said. “A true Dragonvein would have this knowledge. It was said that Praxis Dragonvein’s wisdom rivaled even that of our scholars.”

  “I never knew my father,” said Ethan. “I…”

  Jonas squeezed his arm and gave him a warning look.

  Birger let out a scornful laugh. “You will need better answers than that when you meet King Halvar. He is not as good natured as I am.”

  He pressed the pace and was soon several yards ahead of them. Ethan was stunned by how fast he could move on such short legs.

  They continued on for two more hours, climbing up and down long stairwells and passing through vast open chambers. Eventually they reached one with three separate tunnels leading out of it. Birger stopped to retrieve a small red stone from his pocket. Closing his eyes, he held the stone tightly in his right hand for about a minute before putting it away again. This done, he moved over to the right hand passage and leaned against the wall.

  “Rest here,” he said. “We still have four days of hard travel before we arrive in Elyfoss. If you hear anything approaching…arm yourselves.”

  “Is there danger here?” asked Markus.

  Birger made no reply. Instead, he just smiled wickedly and closed his eyes.

  Using their packs as pillows, the four of them lay down together – Markus and Ethan with swords drawn and ready by their sides, Kat and Jonas between them, daggers in hand.

  “Do you think there’s something down here?” whispered Kat.

  “It’s possible,” Markus replied. “Only the dwarves care to dwell in the deep places of the world. Who knows what they might have found.”

  She shifted close to Ethan and shut her eyes. “I’m not scared. Are you?”

  He forced a quiet laugh. “Me? Never.”

  Markus grunted. “Well, I certainly am.”

  Kat frowned and clutched her dagger even more tightly to her chest.

  Sleep came in small snatches. Unidentifiable echoes from the depths woke Ethan each time he began to drift. On one occasion, a loud thud from deep inside one of the passages had him sitting bolt upright, sword gripped in both hands. Giving up any thought of sleep for a while after this, he tried to pass the time speculating on what a dwarf city might look like.

  The tunnels he had seen thus far had been well constructed, but lacked decoration or any other indication of being inhabited. Even the massive chambers they had passed through were stark and dusty – yet the ceilings were well lit by rajni stones, suggesting that they had once been used quite frequently. But for what, he could only speculate.

  He was about to make one final attempt at sleep when he heard a sharp tapping sound coming from the passage on the left, as if someone was hitting the walls with a small stone. He listened anxiously to this for a moment. Then, abruptly, it ceased. He strained his ears for another minute or so, but it did not resume.

  “Wake your friends,” hissed Birger. He was on his feet, the small axe in his hand.

  “I’m already awake,” said Markus.

  Ethan shook Kat and Jonas, who hurriedly rose.

  “What is it?” asked Jonas.

  “Trolls,” Birger replied.

  Markus laughed. “Trolls? You must be joking.” But the tense look in the dwarf’s eyes told him that he wasn’t.

  “I thought trolls were just a story,” said Kat.

  “So did I,” agreed Jonas.

  Birger flicked a hand. “Quiet!” Creeping over to the left passage, he peered along it for several seconds.

  The tapping resumed, this time louder than before.

  He pointed to the center corridor, indicating to the others that they should take it. Ethan entered first, with Jonas and Kat just behind him. Markus stayed at the rear. Birger waited until they were all well inside before following.

  “If fortune holds, they’ll not be interested in a fight,” he said.

  “And if it doesn’t?” asked Markus.

  “Then I hope you can use those weapons you carry.”

  Ethan led them down the long passageway, then up a tall flight of stairs. At the top was a small room with a door on opposite walls.

  Birger turned and crouched low. “If they come, we can hold them off here.”

  “I’m still finding it hard to believe that trolls are real,” said Jonas.

  “Oh, they’re very real,” Birger replied. “Nasty little devils too. They’d kill you rather than look at you.”

  “How is it they’ve remained hidden for so long?” Jonas asked. “As far as humans are concerned, they are only stories.”

  “We’ve kept them secret from the rest of the world, that’s why. There’s no need to have you lot fumbling down here, looking for trouble. Besides, trolls never caused any harm until Shinzan became Emperor.”

  “What happened?” asked Jonas.

  Birger scowled. “He
decimated my people. Now there aren’t enough of us to keep them away.”

  Jonas stiffened. “I’m sorry.”

  “Why? Humans never cared whether we lived or died. And they still don’t.”

  He was about to add something further when his hand suddenly shot up to silence the group.

  From the bottom of the stairs came a cacophony of high-pitched squeals and guttural growls that sent Ethan’s heart racing. He tightened his grip on his sword.

  After a short while the sounds faded and Birger visibly relaxed.

  “Are they gone?” whispered Kat, trying hard to mask her fear.

  “Gone? No. But they must have already eaten. For sure they know we’re here.”

  The dwarf’s words sent a chill up Ethan’s spine. “What do they look like?”

  “What does it matter? Just hope you never see one. Not one of that lot, anyway. The adults are docile enough…but the juveniles.” He spat and put away his axe.

  “You mean they’re children?” asked Ethan.

  “I mean they’ll kill you if they have the chance. So keep your mouth shut and do as you’re told. We’re not out of danger yet. We need to get away from here as fast as we can, lest they change their mind…or get hungry again.”

  Having issued this warning, Birger pushed past them all and stepped through the door on the left.

  “Actually, he’s a bit friendlier than I expected,” joked Markus.

  “Yeah,” agreed Ethan, grinning. “At least he hasn’t killed us yet.”

  Laughing, they chased after the dwarf.

  For the next few days their pace was grueling to the point that Ethan feared Jonas would collapse. Several times he considered asking Birger to slow down a bit, but Jonas assured him he would be fine.

  “It’s just the stairs that get to me,” the old man said as they bedded down on the third night. “Why there has to be so many of them is beyond me.”

  “I wonder how long it took to make all this?” mused Ethan.

  “Thousands of years I would imagine,” Jonas told him. “Dwarf craft was famed throughout Lumnia in my day. Though what has become of their talents in these dark times, I can only speculate.”