Forgemaster (Book 1 in the Spirit Guide Saga)

by H. Lee Morgan, Jr

  Part of his mind was still processing his most recent life’s events while the other looked ahead. Good thing too because a large bug, bigger than any he had ever seen buzzed in front of his face. It was like a bird sized dragonfly with six fixed wings blurring up and down. Instead of two large insect-like eyes it had three. At the end of a segmented tail was a terrifying stinger.

  Reacting out of shock, Ethan backhanded the oversized bug with a yelp. The bug wasn’t as quick and the swat knocked it into the path of a truck’s shiny grill. He watched as the thing exploded and disappeared with the vehicle acceleration.

  Ethan shook some at how frightening that surprise encounter was and his newfound heart raced. He remembered seeing one of those flying bugs before while sitting beside Kanade last night. She explained those were common insects spawned from Demon World. They weren’t dangerous at all to him, merely a nuisance except in a swarm. Usually other demons would eat them if there weren’t any human’s to feed off of. The insects did feed off humans by using that stinger to feed and was the actual cause of spontaneous confusion or lightheadedness. Still, Ethan figured, it’s arrival right in front of his face wasn’t a good sign.

  Not even a half hour in the new body, he and the lowest of minor demons came too close.

  Eventually his heart slowed, but now his focus was to return home in one piece. He set a brisk pace and took as many shortcuts as he knew.

  When no other incidents occurred after two more miles, his legs were burning and sore, but he continued since complaining didn’t do any good.

  But as he came upon a small marketplace and saw an employee throwing cardboard boxes in an industrial recycling bin, it reminded Ethan of Fate’s last words. He decided on a course of action and walked over. “Hello there!” He called.

  The employee turned around and she smiled. “Something I may help you with, Sir?”

  “Yeah, actually.” He pointed to the collapsed brown boxes. “I’m moving tomorrow and wanted to ask if I may have those?”

  “Please, be my guest. Take them all for all I care.” She replied enthusiastically. “Throwing these out is killing my back.”

  “Thank you, Ma’am.” He smiled and knelt down to the stack beside the side door. Ethan opened a box, folding back into a storage capable container. He meshed the four panels on the bottom since all the clear tape had been cut. He sat the first down and opened a second large one to begin sliding the flattened boxes to fit as many as possible inside.

  In the end he procured sixty boxes between two that held together rather well.

  They were heavy, but he managed to hoist the two to either shoulder after helping the woman throw the remainder away. He felt better since he was able to relax his aching legs some while collecting the moving supplies.

  After yet another mile his legs were fatigued, but his shoulders hurt from the sharp corners, but he couldn’t carry them any other way. He’d tried holding them stacked in front, but couldn’t see and the position was precarious, tempting to fall and make a mess.

  But around the next corner of an old office was a creature that was more frightening up close. It sat in behind a patch of well maintained hedges. From the description Kanade gave, this beast was another common Goblin. Unlike the stories he knew about them being green skinned, short, bulbous headed and were cruel eyed, these were misinformed and lacking in description. Actually the Goblin was covered in matted fur all over. It was short legged, but had arms three times as long and had four long fingers and a small thumb somewhat resembling a dog’s dewclaw. This thing was deceptively strong and could climb faster than it could walk and if those long arms got hold of anything, it would be inescapable and crush whatever it desired. The Goblin had eerie yellow eyes that glowed with malice and two tusks sprouted from its jaw and one bite could break bone. It had two slits where a nose would be and was currently scenting the air.

  A group of teens came around the corner, nearly running into Ethan and their surprised gasp caused the Goblin to turn in their direction. “Mister, don’t block the sidewalk… oh look! A dog!” one of the girls gushed and walked around Ethan, straight up to the Goblin who sat in a dark corner and moved a few leaves for a better look. Her friends forgot all about Ethan and a bunch of ‘Awe.’ and ‘How cute.’ cooed from the teens. The Goblin held still when one stroked his furry face.

  Ethan felt sick, but felt safe in the knowledge the girls wouldn’t be harmed. It could have killed all three in an instant, but instead it tentatively came closer and deeply inhaled very near the girls’ faces. Ethan just realized it was feeding off the emotions of the girls as its matted coat started to look strangely healthier and its yellow eyes burned brighter. But behind it Ethan noticed several piles of feathers from dead birds. Spirit Energy and physical food was necessary for its survival.

  If not for the law protecting humanity, Ethan knew without a doubt that that Goblin would have killed those girls to feast on both their soul and flesh.

  Act normal. Don’t let it know you know. He said internally as a mantra. If it knows I can see it for what it is it will be bad. Very bad. The law doesn’t pertain to those who can see the supernatural. Just leave, the girls will be safe for now. Once it has fed the kids will be irritable. I don’t want to be near three temperamental teenage girls. Dying again would be better than that.

  Ethan moved forward, not looking at the Goblin again to keep up pretenses and retained a calm and stoic appearance. The girls were still gushing affectionately.

  Not even before turning a corner one of the girls yelled “Why did you make him run off! He was so cute! We’re no longer friends!”

  Got out just in time. He thought.

  Twenty minutes later he heard something tapping behind him oddly, like a dog with long fingernails scratching the ground. He turned and looked down to realize the Goblin from earlier had followed him. Its grotesque features and dripping slobber were focused at him. Ethan fought every instinct to not run away or stare in horror. Even the smell this thing gave off was rotten. “Go home, Mutt. I don’t have any food for you and my apartment doesn’t allow pets. Go on! Get!” the Goblin flinched and started chattering in a guttural language. “I said go!” Ethan stomped and the Goblin growled, but quickly seemed to remember the human couldn’t see him for what he is and shot off to the nearest alley. “Crazy dog.” The Goblin heard from distance and it shrugged.

  Ethan said the last part because Kanade warned him most supernatural creatures have greater hearing than humans and so long as he acted ignorant, the better things would be. The advice was taken and put to good use.

  At about five in the afternoon Ethan was really hungry, but without money he couldn’t eat. Instead he finally reached his apartment safely and went to the elevator to go up to the second floor. Air conditioning felt oh so good as soon as he walked in, but as he reached his low rent apartment and sat the boxes down he went to his pocket out of habit and felt it empty. No keys or even the wallet that had been destroyed under semi truck tires. He groaned, but left the boxes by the door, returned to the first floor and walked straight to the door labeled ‘Apartment Manager’ and knocked before entering.

  Behind a simple desk was a portly, balding old man watching some game show, too consumed in it he didn’t hear the knock. “Sir?” the older man jumped and turned with his hand over his heart “Oh, it’s just you Ethan.” He sighed in genuine relief. “You didn’t come home last night, Son. Finally get lucky?”

  “Hardly.” Ethan laughed sourly. “More like unlucky. Got fired yesterday and found my girlfriend with her legs wrapped around my backstabbing bastard of a brother.”

  “Damn, Son, no wonder you look so tired.” The manager shook his head slowly. “You look better than I would if our lives were reversed. You didn’t come down just to chat did ya? Get a new game you need me to beat you in again?”

  “Sorry, but I’m broke at the moment. I seem to have misplaced the keys to my place. You mind?”

  “Not at all.” The manager
pulled out a desk, grabbed the building’s ring of keys and got up. They walked out together and the man locked the door to meet at the elevator to reach the second floor. “Your rent’s not due for two more weeks. I can give you an extension if you need it. You’re no deadbeat like other tenants.”

  The elevator doors dinged and Ethan shook his head. “Sorry, but when I was wandering I got an offer I quite literally couldn’t refuse. I’m going to be leaving in the morning.” The manager took notice of all the large boxes. “Kind of a short notice deal I’m afraid.”

  “So it seems. I have more boxes down in storage if you want them. The boxes you have won’t even hold all your comics.” He said in some disappointment. Ethan and he would once a week play games and have a good laugh.

  “You’re a life saver.” He admitted to the manager as his door was unlocked.

  The man nodded and left to gather the extra boxes as Ethan went inside. The apartment was small, but its occupant was meticulous and orderly. The far wall was shelved with comics neatly stacked to the ceiling while the other had figurines and half of it was dedicated to over a thousand games. By the window was his computer station, TV and every game console from the original Nintendo to the latest and greatest PlayStation and Xbox. He had it all. The only piece of furniture was a sofa bought at a garage for twenty dollars when he first moved in. A door to the right led to the bathroom and beside it was the even smaller kitchenette. Across from it was a door leading to the twin mattress bed.

  First thing Ethan did was peel his soaked shirt off and went to the bathroom to relieve himself. Afterwards he washed up and went to the kitchen to open up a can of beef stew and a cup of ramen. One minute after he put a cup of water in the microwave it came out steaming and was transferred to the dry cup of noodles. As it went to work he put the glass under the sink and drank four glasses for his thirst was greater than hunger for the moment. He ate once the ramen cooled enough and was hungrier than expected.

  Then he laughed as he remembered this body had never eaten before.

  Just as he drank the broth and put the stew to be heated there came a knock and the manager came through with another thirty three boxes and offered a tape gun with a new roll.

  Hours after the first barely satisfying meal, Ethan sighed when all his comics and action figures were put away and came to a decision. Before acting on it he boxed the entire apartment up and crawled in bed to get a few hours rest.

  Sleep never came as his mind couldn’t settle. He worried what is to come in the morning, what new horrors awaited, if this was another trick Fate had in store, what creature would be waiting just outside and more morbid thoughts. His wild imagination as a kid was his only saving grace, he figured. If he didn’t already believe the world held more magic and supernatural things he would have snapped and went insane long ago. That Goblin earlier was frightening and if not for Kanade’s explanations he would have shown his hand and likely have had it bitten off. He didn’t know when he would be able to summon fire or even how and if that critter chose to attack he would have been dead in a heartbeat.

  Ethan watched the fan spinning above his head and liked the feeling on his body and it was hard to think it was a clone, made from wherever his first remains were. It had no changes. All the scars of youth remained in their right place. Every hair was just as it had been before dying. It could have been his first body for all he knew, just fixed up and recreated by a magical blue rose. Rationalizing it didn’t help at all, but he enjoyed the sensations of life again. The cool breeze from the fan, how his heart beats, touching solid objects and even how discomfort lingered. It made him respect being alive again.

  The only drawback was missing Kanade with a desire so strong he’d never see another woman the same way again. He had fallen for her hard in that one day. It was the worst day of his life, but she was so amazing he knew he would do it again just to see her again, feel her. He knew it could never be though, a human with a Spirit Guide. She was the embodiment of beauty and power of an angel combined. It felt so right to be near her, but nothing could come of it. Unlike all the other attempts at finding a girlfriend and the uncertainty he had always felt with them were all nothing beside her.

  He touched his forehead and could still feel the impression her sensual lips left behind. It was something so simple, but he knew deep down that no woman would ever make him feel so special as she had.

  “Ah, what am I thinking!” He chastised himself and sat up to look at his darkened hands in the bleak room. Only a digital alarm clock gave any light and it read 4:19 a.m. “She just felt responsible for me, not that she liked me more than a friend... I’m doing it again, going to a girl who shows even the slightest interest in me. It looks like being alone is what I’ll always be.” It came out as a bitter whisper, but his heart ached deeply for Kanade. She was never his girlfriend, but he had never felt so broken inside. No woman had ever made him feel so… “Complete.” He whispered and balled his fists.

  Realizing any sleep tonight was impossible and his body had recovered during the rest, Ethan rolled out of bed and slid on a pair of boxers before tugging on a clean pair of denim jeans. He had a quick snack of granola and brewed a single cup of tea before cleaning the floor one last time and stacking his belongings.

  The busy work allowed time to pass more quickly and when the outside began brightening and six rolled around, Ethan picked up the heavy boxes with his collectable action figures before leaving the apartment. He exited the building without seeing anyone out and about. Three packed boxes slowed his pace considerably, but he went down the block and turned the corner.

  Across the street was his favorite place to kill some time, ‘Ol Fred’s. He crossed the intersection once again and saw the lone worker busy opening the store for Monday morning. The local kids usually stop by for a half hour before the bus comes to pick them up for school, even though it was summer break right now. Ethan walked right up to the front door and gently kicked it.

  Fred looked up from sorting out new comics and broke into a wide grin when he saw who stood outside. Even at his advanced age, nothing seemed to slow him down, not even after a quadruple bypass. The proprietor moved quickly to open the door to say “Ethan, good to see you! You haven’t been here so early in the morning for ages. Eight years maybe?” he tried thinking and shook his bald head. “Never mind. What do you have there?”

  “Collectables I need to sell, if you’re willing?” he quickly added.

  “For my favorite customer, sure!” Fred smiled and held the door open.

  Inside it smelled of freshly glossed paper and already Ethan would miss this place. He went straight to the glass desk where thousands of dollars were traded for most he had back in his room. Standing proudly on the glass counter was the mint condition Superman comic behind a reinforced glass window that had no visible opening anyone could steal it and is bolted into the foundation so it would never leave the store. One quick look at the room and the countless hours browsing the racks clinched his heart, but the memories were fond.

  Rare and valuable figurines and memorabilia started being carefully placed all along the table and Fred looked on in disbelief. “Oh I haven’t seen one of these in… twenty years.” He picked up a Batman and Robin set still in package. “Less than fifty are known to even remain mint… Oh!” Fred then grabbed an original six-armed Spider-man. “My grandson always wanted this one!”

  “How much would you be willing to buy for the lot, ‘Ol Fred?”

  “All of it, Ethan?” Fred gently sat the goods down and looked at him closely. “What’s going on? You in trouble?”

  “Seems I’m leaving town and need some quick cash. I don’t have a dollar left to my name… well I have only three at the bank frankly. Name your price.”

  “You’re not willing to haggle are you?” Ethan shook his head. “Well, most of these are highly sought after and will have a quick turnaround, others… not so much.” Fred tallied the items and estimated “You could probably get a mini
mum of sixty thousand, but I don’t carry anywhere near that much in the store for safety reasons and not want to get robbed… but I can offer five grand outright and a note good for another ten… should you come back in ever again to exchange.”

  “We have a deal.” Ethan offered a hand and Fred took it.

  “Give me a moment while I go count out the money. Could you repack them and set the boxes behind the counter?”

  “Sure.”

  Ten minutes later Ethan walked out with five thousand safely hidden in a pocket.

  On the way back to the apartment Ethan felt his hunger gnawing because the granola bar wasn’t enough. Since he had a good hour to kill he went next door to the diner and ordered a large breakfast. It took twenty minutes and the only oddity outside was seeing another one of those giant bugs flitting around. A plate was laid before him soon and ten minutes later he was full, paid the bill, tipped the waitress a five and left for the apartment.

  He sat down on his couch ten minutes after eight and stared outside. Now all he could do is wait and digest quietly.

  At exactly eight thirty five Ethan turned around and watched the door. Fate was quite specific on when he should be ready.

  After all he had been through, he didn’t know what to expect.

  Then there came a soft rasp on glass sixty seconds later. Ethan spun around quickly and looked at the window for outside was a familiar, green skin, four inch tall Pixie. The vibrant butterfly wings fluttered as she held position.

  He moved quickly and opened it. “Floa?”

  The Pixie fluttered through the new opening and danced in the air. “So you remember me? I’m flattered. Hold your hand out.” She chimed like tinkling glass.

  He did so and she lightly landed in his palm. “What are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be back in Spirit World? Wait, you have a body. I feel you.”

  Floa let out a lilting laugh. “Of course I have a body. Pixies and Ogres can easily take mortal bodies instantly. Our magics are quite strong in that area. I see you look better alive. You are quite warm. Being a soul did you no justice… as to my being here, I decided I needed a change and it’s been a few centuries since I’ve actively aided the mortal side of Order on Earth. I’m looking forward to reconnect with an old lover, but I’m here actually for you.” She took in the barren room and the boxes neatly stacked in the center. “Is that everything?” His nod made her look at the boxes and clap her hands. Instantly the mound disappeared.

  “Where did it go?” Ethan asked. “Floa, can you give me some answers?”

  The Pixie smiled, showing extremely tiny white teeth that were all pointed. “I’ve simply sent your belongings to the Earth’s Order’s First House. You’ve not been alive for a day and of the fifty head houses there has been a dispute over which gets you. A human Fire Elemental, hadn’t seen one in a thousand years. When Fate himself spoke to the heads about your circumstance, all want to use you and boast to Chaos that you are on our side and that to come near them is to die… but then that old Viking stepped in as he runs the strongest house of Order and has most influence and got you under his wing. You will love that place, Ethan. The First House is so much fun. You’ll never find a better place to learn to use your gifts. Oh, have you tried?”

  She spoke so fast he could barely keep up. “How many more times am I going to get confused?” he sighed and she seemed to find it amusing. “First, where in the world are you taking me?”

  “Scotland!” She piped quickly. “To be more precise we’ll be going to Gairlochy with a nearby human population of about a hundred. A couple miles to the northeast lies the hidden House.”

  “Scotland?! Seriously? I don’t have a passport and I cannot exchange that much money with what I have. That much will raise suspicion…” Floa laughed again and lightly slapped his wrist. “What? What’s so funny?”

  She shook her tiny head. “Silly boy, you will not have need for anything, least of all money and a passport… Oh that reminds me…” she clapped and suddenly golden bands appeared around both of his wrists and magically tightened till they fit properly. The gold was seamless and circular. For a moment they looked like handcuffs. Before he could demand an answer she kicked the band to smile “They accept you, good… Oh, sorry, Ethan, but you do not need to worry. My girlfriend Kanade made these for you when she returned home to Spirit World. They will translate any and all language you’ll come across instantly but to you and any who hear you. Many beings hate human language and prefer their own native tongue. She said that it will help lessen misunderstandings. And they are fireproof. I’m glad she’s such a smart girl.”

  “She made them? For me?” he asked as he looked at the other up close.

  “No, for a tree… of course she made them for you.” Floa teased.

  “How?” he didn’t pay attention to the Pixy’s sarcasm. “This is real… and gold.”

  “Well aren’t you a master detective.” She rolled her violet eyes. “Just because she can’t touch the mortal world doesn’t mean her power cannot. You will greatly need these today. So have you used fire yet?”

  Ethan sighed, feeling grateful Kanade made something so wonderful and beautiful. Gold really wasn’t his thing, but the gifts were invaluable. Universal translators would likely keep him out of trouble. It touched him greatly that she made it. Then he looked at the tiny, practically naked Pixie. “No, I don’t even know how to do it.”

  Floa pouted and sat down in a huff. “Well this wasn’t what I expected… I wanted to see it before everyone too.” She then flapped her black, white and golden butterfly wings and stood. “Better close your eyes, I cannot keep the old virile Viking waiting. We’re leaving now.”

  He closed his eyes and heard her clap.

  Immediately he felt the sun on his back and no longer were there the sounds of the city. No cars honking, neighbors screaming, sirens blaring, TV’s talking or any other industrial sounds. “Welcome to Gairlochy, Scotland.” Floa announced.

  Ethan opened his eyes to a huge sprawling forest to the left. Back in Orlando it was almost eight forty, but from the sun’s overhead position it was clearly past one in the afternoon. The air was so fresh and clean, with barely the hint of salt. Birds chirped and the forest was alive. Behind him he found more docks over the water than houses to own them. It was so isolated and quiet, Ethan couldn’t resist enjoying the moment. It was short lived and there came the clopping of a horse galloping.

  When he saw it, his eyes nearly popped out of his head. “Is that really a…”

  “Pegasai?” Floa supplied with a pleased grin. “You bet he is.” She fluttered over shouting “Storm-shadow!”

  Ethan suppressed a laugh. The Pegasus had the same name as his favorite evil G.I. JOE character.

  Storm-shadow was truly magnificent. He was a huge black stallion with a single patch of stormy white hair between large brownish blue eyes. Large ebony feathered wings were folded against his round middle and his tail flicked side to side. But this horse was truly intelligent by how regally it held up its head and displayed a fine gold chain around his neck that miraculously held a fist size oval ruby that twinkled with some kind of inner power. The stallion was shoed with some kind of off gold and his hooves were polished with care. Storm-shadow opened his mouth to say “Fair winds, Floa. It has been too long since you’ve visited the herd. All my foals are grown and have had their own young. Three hundred years you’ve been gone. Much has happened in the world.”

  “Oh, I certainly keep up on all current Earth events, Prince. I love watching movies and playing racing games. Not even my young can keep up with me.”

  “Good to hear it…” Storm-shadow turned his attention to the human. “You must be the Elemental known as Ethan.”

  “Uh, yeah, that’s me.” He rubbed the back of his head.

  “Perfect, we can understand each other… ah, the bracelets have enchantments to allow open conversation. Good, that makes things much easier.” Storm-shadow turned to the Pixie. “Floa, go a
head and inform Odin we will be arriving in a few minutes. I must speak with Ethan privately.”

  “Okay, Storm!” she kissed the side of his head and shot off into the trees.

  “She certainly is quick witted.”

  “Floa definitely makes other Pixies seem dull and boring.” Storm-shadow agreed with the human and approached. “Greetings are in order… by how you stare upon me, may I assume this is the first time you’ve gazed upon my kind?”

  “That obvious huh?” Ethan looked down as the Pegasus’ eyes were glued to him.

  “Quite so, but you seem to be handling all this better than other humans who first learned of the existence of others.” Storm-shadow shook his mane and the overhead sunlight made his coat and feathers shine.

  “Well after dying you kind of learn real quick to accept things or go insane, but after all I’ve seen I’m glad to have the experiences. I once took a course in college about ancient myths and legends and the Pegasus was always my favorite good myth. I’m amazed to see the myth was exaggerated.”

  Liking this human’s honest and humble nature immediately, Storm-shadow whinnied a short laugh. “Before I take you to the House I would like to inform you of the rules and reasons to my being here. Primarily I need to ask of your knowledge concerning the other beings within Order’s ranks.”

  “I got a crash course the night before.” Ethan admitted and named a half dozen creatures and how to approach them.

  “Good enough.” The stallion interrupted. “The House and grounds are quite excited to meet you so be prepared for questions. As to my being here, my sire is leader of the Pegesai herds here in the First House and has sent me to be your companion till you get comfortably bedded down. In event of an attack I will protect you from harm to the best of my abilities.” Ethan gulped. “I know much is confusing at the moment, but you will adapt. Humans are quite versatile despite being physically weak. If ever you need me just shout my name and I will hear you. I will not be far often. Any questions?”

  “Yeah, before Floa shot off you said Odin? As in the Norse god Odin?” Ethan quickly recovered.

  Storm-shadow revealed pearly teeth in an equestrian smile. “If you’ve died, you should know there is no such thing as a god from religion, but in this instance, yes.” The stallion laughed and flapped his wings slightly. “Odin is the being the Norse based their beliefs off of. Come, he and others are awaiting our arrival.” Storm-shadow dropped his chin and touched it to the huge ruby and immediately it shimmered. Ethan watched as a saddle appeared on Storm-shadow’s back, with a strap wrapping around his girth. Leather creaked as it adjusted itself to fit like a glove. Then he opened his wings and the human was struck with awe that made him snicker. “Climb and mount yourself.”

  “Uh, how?” Ethan turned red with embarrassment. “I’ve never ridden a horse before, let alone a huge Pegasus.”

  “Truly?” Storm-shadow stared with wider eyes and shook slightly to resist laughing and making the embarrassing moment worse. “All is well and it is good I sent Floa away. She would have harassed you for months if she heard this. Come to my right side and put your foot in the stirrup after grabbing the saddle’s horn. I will hold still.”

  A slow approach allowed Ethan to take in the magnificence of the winged stallion. Storm-shadow was easily sixteen hands tall and beneath the sleek, glossy ebony coat were thick muscles of a truly powerful animal. Few times had Ethan got the chance to approach a simple horse, but never has he ridden. Tentatively he reached out and felt the sun-warmed feathers that felt like satin. Storm-shadow kept watch of how he progressed and seemed glad to be so respected upon first encounter. The steed’s sides swelled and contracted with each powerful breath and were controlled, telling Ethan that the stallion was calm and relaxed.

  He grabbed the horn, slid a shoe into the stirrup and pulled, but suddenly his foot went forward, his grip slacked and next thing Ethan knew the wind was knocked out of him. Sunlight stabbed him in the eyes before an outstretched wing passed overhead. Then Storm-shadow’s long face looked down upon him and Ethan could tell by the watering of the steed’s eyes that he was suppressing a laugh. “Oh go ahead!”

  Storm-shadow couldn’t contain himself as he pranced while quivering from mirth. “I’m sorry, but I could not contain myself. Please get up and try again. This time push down on the stirrup, not forward. Otherwise you will find the ground intimately again.”

  Ethan stood with a groan, brushed the grass off and felt a twinge of pain in his lower left shoulder as he had landed on a sharp rock that didn’t break the skin, but taking the advice he tried again. This time he managed to successfully straddle the powerful animal. Storm-shadow seemed impressed as he nodded.

  “Hold the horn while squeezing your legs and do not even think of kicking my side like some common horse. Do it even once and I’ll throw your human flanks on the ground before you can blink.” Came the only warning.

  Storm-shadow didn’t bother waiting for a reply as he felt Ethan clinch properly and took off at a progressive pace. A trot turned to a gallop before becoming a flat out sprint. Ethan was so scared he locked up, but when the Pegasai opened his wings and left the ground he stared at the wonder of the sprawling and wild landscape. Compared to Orlando, Gairlochy was a wilderness. The air was cool and cleaner, considerably so, but the majestic landscape and mountains were a sight to behold. To the west lay a river Ethan didn’t know the name to or even where Gairlochy even was on a map. Research was needed. Scotland he could point out, but that was the extent of his personal knowledge.

  Miles ahead Ethan noticed something odd surrounding a gigantic area of forest. “Storm-shadow, what’s that odd shimmer?”

  “Protection. The First House is protected from demons and keeps humans out of the area. They cannot step foot onto our land without permission. Also it alerts us to any beings that have malicious intentions. Chaos is restless, but thankfully they prefer night to attack.”

  “Do you get attacked often?”

  “Truthfully… some demons come each night, but those that do rarely make it out alive. But full battles occur rarely on our land. We’ve never lost a battle here. Mostly our forces are sent to major cities all over the world, to pick off any demons who step out of line. Likely you will be a great asset in some way. So long as you pass the barrier with beneficial intentions, you will not be harassed by the Gargoyles or perimeter guard. They can be temperamental and have little care who they get to fight so long as they get a challenge. If ever you are halted by them, do not proceed unless you want a claw stabbed in your soft belly.” Again Ethan gulped. “Welcome to the First House of Order!”

  The shimmer they flew at tingled the senses, but then Ethan’s jaw dropped as far as it could naturally go.

  Behind the protective curtain baffled Ethan’s mind again as what he first saw as a sprawling forest changed into a neat and orderly landscape of fields of lush grass where Pegesai herds were either busy eating from the lush meadow or running around for sheer enjoyment. Among the Pegesai were Centaur herds also playing or laying around, but one thing was clear, heads followed Storm-shadow. Another area held a lake clearer than any he had ever seen beside those in Spirit World. Below was a large stone wall that likely encircled the entire property as far as the eye could see and then some, where living Gargoyles stared up at them from atop, ever the vigilant protectors. But instead of being stone during the day like the myths, Gargoyles were hairless and even at a distance Ethan could see their monkey-like bodies, bat-like wings and muzzled faces hiding thick, deadly teeth. But their large eyes didn’t seem threatening for now. A half dozen suddenly jumped and flew near to get a closer look at the newest arrival, but Storm-shadow’s calm flight eased his rider’s worry. The Gargoyles wouldn’t win any prizes for beauty, but they waved clawed hands in a friendly way. Ethan returned the gesture, but maintained a death grip with his other on the horn. The friendly Gargoyles revealed thick canines in a gruesome smile before flapping away.

  Over a way
s grew a neat and orderly area of dense forest where about a hundred pale women, which looked butt naked, but were scantily clad women suddenly burst from the grove. Their greens and brown tops led Ethan to believe those were Nymphs, forest dwellers who were all female. Aside from their milky white skin, it was the shocking green hair that they all had that led him to believe it. They all ran, almost like they were late and the direction was clear as the open land had a prominent feature.

  Few dwellings were built here and there, but he suspected they weren’t for living in. likely weapon lockers or prisons.

  A huge granite castle stood proudly atop a gigantic hill where even a blind man could see it. It was a mile wide, long and a quarter tall. It was by far the largest building Ethan had ever seen or heard of on Earth. It was ancient, but was still strong even from such a distance. The castle rampart stretched all along its roof and would be a good defense for archers. Sitting in the center of the castle was a domed tower capable of overseeing everything. There were many entrances all around it. But unlike castes he’d seen in movies and pictures, Ethan was amazed by how bright and vibrant the structure was. Trees also grew on top of the roof and the spacing was too neat to not be natural and unplanned. Other beings with wings could also be seen flying around it. It didn’t fly a banner on a pole for just looking at how precise everything was maintained, screamed of someone with obsessive compulsive disorder, but kept everything so beautiful it was impossible not to stare. Decorative vines crawled up the giant building’s walls and were flowering brilliantly. The air was fresh and clean with a hint of fresh rain and flowers. Birds flew around, some carrying a mounted Pixie who wanted to ride, but Ethan noticed that absently.

  “Impressive, isn’t it?” Storm-shadow asked and snickered as Ethan could barely nod. “It will take another minute or two to get there. As you can see, it is quite large. Most of it is empty year round, but out of all fifty Houses, this is the strongest. Its sheer size alone could safely hold every one of our worldwide forces, if we squeeze together. But it hasn’t served that purpose in over four centuries thankfully. There is no safer place in the whole world than right here and no human-made weapon could ever put a dent in the castle and no evil demon has ever set foot in its halls.”

  “Just how old is it? I can’t tell.”

  “I guess about four thousand or more years, but that was from its original concept. Over the years it has grown considerably.”

  Then Ethan’s attention turned to the running Nymphs again as they swiftly ran on a wide path and eventually came to a stop where in front of the grand first entrance was a huge group waiting. When Ethan realized it was a reception his fear of standing in front of crowds went into overdrive. The Gargoyles went ahead to land over in an open space while Storm-shadow tilted forward and slowed the flight considerably.

  A paved road grew larger and then Ethan was jarred some from the landing. The gold shoes loudly clopped forward as wings folded up against his side. All around them were wide eyes, pointing and whispers. Nearly all with a human shape carried either a bow or sword. But now that everyone was closer he could see a group of scaly Nagai, sensual and exotic Nymphs with a bow wrapped around them, Centaurs too were armed with a bow and some carried huge swords, other Pegesai, Pixies, several blue-skinned Ogres, Gargoyles and there were other creatures he didn’t quite know just yet. “Now you best dismount.”

  “What? … oh, right.” Ethan was very self conscious at the moment and didn’t realize just how much his arms and legs screamed to relax. He forced them to and to dismount. He got his left foot out easily enough and when he went to climb down his right went forward again.

  With a yelp of surprise, Ethan lost his balance and fell. The pavement was doubly more unforgiving and after the pain lessened he heard a crowd wide laugh at his expense. His right foot was still caught and made it unable to recover some dignity, but then the saddle disappeared when Storm-shadow touched the ruby.

  “Certainly the worst first impression of my life.” Ethan mumbled.

  “I have seen much worse.” Came a deep, humored voice.

  Ethan turned around to find a huge man standing right behind him. The man stood a good seven feet tall and appeared early forties, but was knotted in muscles over every inch of his body. Bodybuilders would be envious. A head of thick blonde hair lay down his back to the shoulder blades in a single thick braid while a single ocean blue eye stared down at him as a wide beard braided in three sections couldn’t hide a smile. Where the other eye should be was just a hallow patch of white skin from scarring. In the man’s right hand was a seven foot tall lance made entirely of a dim gold metal with odd runes running its length. It had a dull orange sheen, but the business end was wickedly barbed and sharper than a razor. Belted at the man’s left hip was a wide-bladed broadsword with an overall length of four feet and it too also had the lance’s colorings. He wore dark brown pants with soft leather boots. Covering his torso was a white wolf’s pelt that did little to hide the deeply etched muscles.

  “You must be Odin?” Ethan asked, feeling insignificant before the great man.

  “What gave me away? Gungnir or the missing eye?” Odin asked.

  “Gungnir is the spear right?”

  “Aye. It has been with me for the past nineteen hundred years, Lad.”

  Ethan choked. “Nineteen hundred? How can that be? You look human.”

  Odin laughed and painfully slapped Ethan’s shoulder, not realizing his own strength. “Aye, I am human, but I offered Fate my eye in exchange for immortality and eternal service for Order’s just cause. It was a steep price to pay, but I enjoy a good fight.”

  “Spoken like a Viking the Norse call the All Father.” Ethan commented and Odin flashed him a bright grin. “Sorry, where are my manners.” He bowed quickly and offered a hand. “Hello, I’m Ethan Volorum.”

  “Well met, Ethan.” Odin grabbed the lad’s forearm tightly and Ethan hadn’t expected such a greeting. “I am Odin the All Father and leader of the First House of Earth’s Order. Now what gave me away?”

  “The missing eye.” Ethan responded as soon as he was released. “So what’s the plan?”

  Odin shook his head some and gestures to the crowd. “Now that is your decision. Fate was clear when he summoned the heads that whomever claimed you would give options for you to choose since he no longer writes your destiny. And since my influence is greatest I’ll give you the choice, but without knowing the extent of your abilities I cannot express where you’ll be most valuable.”

  “Well I’m just as clueless. I don’t know how to use these powers I’m told I have. Fate didn’t give me an instruction manual…” Odin’s eye suddenly bore down in complete seriousness on Ethan. “Did I say something wrong?”

  In a deep, commanding voice that wouldn’t allow any lies to pass, Odin asked “So you’ve not learned to use your Spirit Energy, Lad? You’ve seen no sign of your manifested power?”

  “No.” he answered shakily.

  The ancient Viking turned to the crowd and ordered decisively “The reception of our new brother will have to wait. For your own safety I must ask everyone to leave other than the Gargoyles. Ethan has not learned to use his power yet.” Many gasped and started immediately backing away, especially the near naked Nymphs. “When he learns about himself we will accept him.” Odin turned around. “Storm-shadow, you too must stay far for your own safety.” The Pegasus bowed and left stiffly.

  “What’s going on, Odin? Am I that dangerous to be around?” Ethan asked. “And why are the Nymphs running away?”

  The leader of the house fixed his one eye on a pair of grey to speak in a neutral tone. “Nymphs are fearful of untamed fire. They are one with the trees in which they live and will burn like any other wood. They might look like pale women who dye their hair, but that is far from the truth. They are plants, not animals. You are a Fire Elemental, of course they’d fear you, Lad. Only I and the fire resistant Gargoyles are safest near you. If you got angry and don’t know how
to control your power it would be disastrous. Your tool would be a merciless weapon. One accidental spark could kill a Nymph and I will not endanger them. Fate is still a sneaky little bastard. I cannot believe he would leave you alone and not understand what now lays within you.” Odin shook his head.

  Ten hairless Gargoyles approached and the largest of them said in a growling voice “Odin, we can use my den. The last fire-thrower used it to hone his skills and the magic users in particular use it for their more volatile experiments and dangerous tests.”

  “Excellent idea, Kiroq. I had forgotten about the original purpose of your den.” Odin turned his head. “Ethan, this is Kiroq, general of the Gargoyles. I know you cannot understand him. Their kind can’t mimic human…” pronounced Key-rock.

  “Actually I heard every word.” He interrupted and displayed the gold bands around his wrists. “My friend Kanade, a Spirit Guide, made me these fireproof translators.”

  “Then it will make things simpler.” Kiroq stood on his hind legs and walked forward. His large ears were angled forward as he stood about five feet in height, but one swipe of those claws would eviscerate and disembowel with minimal effort. “Spirit Guide magic is potent and lasts so long as they do. They are invaluable gifts, treasure them.”

  “I do, more than you will ever know.” Ethan replied.

  “We must begin immediately. The entrance to my den is near. Until you learn control over the flame, you will not leave it.” Kiroq grunted and led the way towards one of the trees that line the road.

  “How long do you believe it would take?” Ethan asked Odin as the muscled giant lifted Gungnir and walked beside him.

  “Not long. Once you can harness your Spirit Energy it should be a simple matter. The only danger lays in emotion. One burst of uncontrolled anger could level acres in an instant. We should be safe to leave by the evening meal.”

  “Speaking of, what things should I need to know about this place? Where can I buy food and things and just where did Floa send my belongings?”

  “Ah, Floa.” Odin looked into the sky fondly and with lust. “It is good to have her back. Our children missed her.”

  “Wait children? Between the two of you? How did that work? Never mind, I don’t think I want to know.” Ethan shook his head to clear out those thoughts.

  Odin burst out laughing and slapping the younger man on the back. “Aye, she is feisty and no woman is her equal in bed. You need to remember Pixies are quite powerful, but when they take a human’s size they cannot fly. Don’t be fooled by her size, Lad. Floa can surprise you in many ways, but if I catch wind of her in your bed I’ll be quite…”

  “Don’t worry about that, she isn’t my type at all.” Ethan waved his hands before a misunderstanding would happen. He wouldn’t want to anger an immortal Viking in any way.

  “Oh, and what is your type? A Nymph? They are fun and spirited, not so much as a Pixie. Ogress’ are passionate and calming. Nagai are good lovers too… or are you already married to a fine woman who’ve given you proud sons?”

  “None of the above, Odin.” Ethan looked at the bracelets as they were his only reminder of the one who had his heart. “Who I want I cannot have. I do not have a desire for another.”

  “Ah.” Odin said as if it explained it all. “Time will tell, Lad. It always does.” Getting back to the earlier questions, the spear toting warrior said “What you need to know here at this House is to always be honest. One lie will land you in a heap of trouble and here we settle our disputes in combat or some form of acceptable trade in a quest. Here, one’s word is unbreakable so never give it if you intend to destroy everyone’s trust. Come when summoned and arrive on time. Being late without a legitimate excuse will automatically send you alone on a demon hunt as punishment since you were told to be a new warrior in our ranks. Any emergencies must be attended to and a call to arms must be answered. I do not abide cowards, nor do any Houses.

  “Your quarters will be decided once an occupation is found. Cook serves three meals a day in the hall at six, noon and six at night. Food is free and she’ll ready anything you ask for. We do not give coin around here. We earn by working for points, which can be used around the world. Slacking in any way will only allow the demons a greater foothold. To get objects from the outside world will cost effort. I’ll have Storm-shadow introduce you to Tattoo, my second in command. He can get you anything… and I do mean anything.” Odin’s one eye twinkled meaningfully. “Any questions so far?”

  “I wish I had a pen and piece of paper.” Ethan remarked and earned a grin beneath the beard. “Ok so it’s be honest, lies get your ass kicked, punctuality is key, tardiness is punished by demon hunting, if danger nears all must fight, you don’t know where I’ll stay yet, free food, get stuff through effort or slaying, talk to someone named Tattoo right?” Odin nodded, seeing the lad hadn’t lost his cool yet. “What else? Is there a curfew or something?”

  This question prompted Kiroq and the Gargoyles to stop and face the pair. The Gargoyle general opened his short muzzle to say “From what I’ve seen of your skill so far I cannot permit you out on the grounds at night. At least not till you lose some weight and find a mentor to teach combat effectiveness. You cannot even dismount Storm-shadow properly. You are going to be a hindrance and get yourself killed… again. An untested Elemental is too dangerous if a demon wave attacks and breaches the perimeter.”

  The honest bluntness of the words slapped Ethan in the face. But the embarrassment turned to anger and Ethan felt a rumble grow in his chest.

  The ten Gargoyles jumped back as one and growled back with danger written in their fearsome expression. Their yellow eyes burned angrily.

  “Enough!” Odin commanded and slammed Gungnir’s round end on the ground and the forceful impact made the ground tremble beneath their feet.

  Realizing what he just did, Ethan felt mortified and bowed to the cringing Gargoyles. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to growl. I thought I finally got rid of that old childhood habit. My anger was misplaced, Kiroq. It’s just… I know my own faults and don’t need them thrown in my face. I’ve never been in a serious fight before… other than getting my butt kicked in school from bullies and the first person I ever really punched was Fate.”

  Odin roared with laughter and slapped Ethan back so hard it threw him forward and flat on his face. His head turned up when he saw a pair of dark brown clawed feet and his heart sped up till all he heard was his pulse and knew he was at the mercy of Kiroq now. The street was warm beneath the sun, but inside he felt a deep chill. Ethan didn’t move till strong, but gentle hands pulled up on his arms and leaned him back. Ethan stood on his knees and stared face to face with the largest of the Gargoyles and didn’t budge while Odin continued laughing. “You are humble for a human, Ethan Volorum. I did not mean offence, just stating a fact for your own well being. We just did not expect a growl and our instincts made us react. You say it was a habit to growl? But humans cannot growl.”

  “As a child I had anger issues and would growl when mad. I try to keep my anger in check, but it’s been more than ten years since I’ve done it and got caught. I do not ever wish to challenge you and I was told that your kind do not let challengers live once a fight begins.”

  “In this, you are correct, unless it is stated that the challenge is to train.” Kiroq brushed off Ethan’s shirt. “Stand up… wait… look at your hands.”

  Odin and everyone stopped moving and looked to Ethan’s hand.

  Both had turned a deep mottled red like it received too much blood and tingled almost like they were somewhat asleep, but Ethan looked down to see the ends of his long sleeves smoking yet felt no heat. An image sprung in his mind of both hands being bathed in flames and Ethan felt he wanted to see it.

  Suddenly the angry red in his hands burst into bright hot orange flames that made his skin almost glow. His sleeves caught instantly on fire and the suddenness of being on fire was too much. “AH!!!” Ethan flailed his arms as if the fast motion wo
uld put them out. It was instinctive. Then he started rolling on the ground as he yelled more to himself “Stop, drop and roll! Stop, drop and roll!”

  Kiroq gestured and immediately ten heavy Gargoyles leapt on him and pinned him down. Flames didn’t bother Gargoyles who were naturally resistant to fire thanks to skin as hard as granite, which is where the myth actually originated. Their flesh might be hard but they felt smooth like sculpted marble. They spread their wings and wove them together like a dome so the fires didn’t escape and cause havoc. The leader looked into the Elemental’s frightened grey eyes and in a surprisingly calm voice said “Relax, Ethan, you control the flames. They obey you and you alone. Tell it to snuff itself out.”

  The wild, frightened look in his eyes slowly returned and the Gargoyles purred when they felt him stop resisting beneath their touch. The mental image of his hands on fire came back, but Ethan felt it was enough and with a soft ‘whoosh’ the flames died like a candle being blown out. Only then did the Gargoyles release their unbreakable grasp and step back.

  Ethan smelled the smoke of burnt cotton as he sat up and took in his arms. His sleeves were now ash and his shirt had been ruined beyond repair, but his arms were unharmed. The gold bangles were unscathed and without blemish, but aside from soot on his arms, nothing happened and the mottled redness in his hands had turned a more healthy pink again. When his inspection ended he looked around at the ring of Gargoyles who all seemed impressed.

  “Now you see why you are dangerous, even to yourself.” Odin said as he stepped behind three of the shorter creatures. “We leave to teach you control.”

  “Agreed. Stand and we will make haste.” Kiroq then turned around and moved quickly.

  Standing again, Ethan didn’t yet remove his tattered shirt, but thankful his pants were just slightly singed. He and Odin quickly moved thirty more yards in silence to a large tree. He wondered what was going on. Then he got an answer.

  The Gargoyle general stuck a long arm in a hole of the tree and there came a click along with a grinding noise. All watched as a section of grass lifted up out of the ground to reveal a thick roof/door to a cave, but instead of it being dark, dank and depressing it was cool, bright and inviting. The general led the way and as Odin followed last down an ancient stone stairwell the entrance lowered and sealed them all inside. Oddly enough sat a blazing feather sealed in a crystal ball contained in a brazier all along the wall down. The feather was a mix of orange and red, but Ethan felt need to ask “What kind of feather is that that burns without oxygen and doesn’t eat up the feather itself?”

  Odin smiled and his eye opened wide at a sudden thought, but he’d need to wait till he knew if the idea was possible so he hid his expression quickly. “These are phoenix feathers. The eternal bird. Their fire burns forever and can be harnessed and trapped in a special glass to give light for all time. A shed feather is quite rare and it is what lights most everything the houses need.”

  “Really? A phoenix? Do they really combust and from the ashes are born anew?” Ethan excitedly asked, taking in the next feather down the steps.

  “Not exactly. They live forever, consumed in their own flames. The only way to kill one is to soak it with enough water to put out all its flames. But they can lay a few eggs every five hundred years so they are by far the rarest living creature. Only two hundred and six still live. It is quite sad to see a phoenix die. When their mate goes, the other will dive into the nearest body of water to join them. I’ve seen it once and the sadness is great.”

  Eventually they reached Kiroq’s den and Ethan saw it was a lavish cave with three doors, but this first room had three large sofas and the biggest flat screen, HD TV one could buy with a whole wall entirely dedicated to movies. Ethan was impressed with the collection, but he couldn’t take the time to admire the collection. The group walked to a door with some form of runes etched into solid stone with even more symbols on a solid steel door. When it was opened it turned out to be fifteen inches thick, like a bank vault, but once opened completely the inner side was jet black as if scorched countless times. Kiroq then said “This room is enchanted against all manner of dangerous Spirit Energy. These symbols contain and dissipate any dangers while also dampening sounds. It helps greatly when I’m off duty and want to watch something and not be bothered.”

  Inside was just a slightly smoky smelling black cave. It was little more than fifty feet across and twenty high. Only a stack of fresh wood waited inside. Then the door closed and sealed all twelve inside. “Is this place air tight? I don’t know about you, but I don’t want to burn up all the oxygen now that I know I can actually make fire.”

  “Air comes in from the floor and smoke is released above.” Odin lessened the worry. “Now we must begin.”