Warrior Priest of Dmon-Li: The Morcyth Saga Book Three

by Brian S. Pratt

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  The boat makes the crossing in quick time and they can soon make out a wooden cabin on the island, sitting a couple hundred feet back from the water’s edge. A soft light shines out of the window by the front door. Down at the edge of the water lies a dock of sorts and the boat is heading straight for it.

  Jiron takes the rope lying in the bottom of the boat, and when they near the dock, jumps out and secures the boat.

  He holds out his hand to Lyria who takes it as she steps out of the boat, and receives a smile of gratitude. Then he helps James out of the boat, whose leg makes it difficult for him. Miko hops out once James is securely on the dock and then they follow her as she leads them up toward the house. Along the way she says, “This is my home, you are welcome to stay here as long as you like.”

  Coming to the front door, she opens it and precedes them inside. A small house, with but two rooms, the main front room and a back bedroom separated by a door. She goes over to the fireplace and coaxes the remaining coals there to life, quickly getting a fair sized blaze.

  James and the rest take seats at the table while she’s getting the fire going.

  “Why live so far away from everyone?” Miko asks once she’s done with the fire.

  “I like solitude,” she tells him as she comes over and takes a seat at the table. “It provides me with quiet for thinking and reflection. I do get some visitors, but none for some time now.”

  “How did you know we were there?” he asks.

  James gives him an annoying look for asking so many questions.

  She sees his look to Miko and says, “I don’t mind, really. After all, how are we to learn if we don’t ask?” Turning back to Miko, she says, “I saw your fire.”

  “Do you invite everyone to your home who camps on the shores of your lake?” Jiron asks.

  “Good heavens, no,” she says to him with a laugh. She gives them each a searching look before continuing, “Actually, I’ve been waiting for someone.”

  A chill runs down James’ back, “Waiting?”

  She turns her attention to him and says, “Yes.”

  “For whom?” Jiron asks her.

  “For he who bears the Star,” she tells him.

  James looks to Miko and Jiron who both give him a startled glance as well. He reaches into his shirt and pulls out the Star of Morcyth. Holding it up, he shows it to her.

  “I thought as much,” she says as she nods her head. “After I felt the power of the spell that had been used earlier, I thought it might be you.”

  “And that’s why you invited us here?” Miko asks.

  “A month ago, I had a dream that a star had fallen from the sky and landed on the shore,” she explains. “In my dream I had gone and picked it up.” Laughing, she says, “That’s more or less how it went.”

  “What else did you dream?” James asks, almost holding his breath.

  “That when the star left, it would be bigger than when it had arrived,” she replies.

  “What does that mean?” Miko asks.

  She shrugs but doesn’t answer the question. Getting up, she says, “Please, make yourselves comfortable. You may rest here in safety, naught will disturb you.” She gestures to a corner of the room where several bedrolls and blankets are neatly stacked.

  “Thank you,” James says, coming to his feet as well.

  “You’re welcome,” she says. She begins to move to the other room when she pauses and turns around, saying, “Until morning.”

  “Good night,” Miko says as he goes over to where the bedrolls are and grabs one. He unrolls his by the fire and lies down. Taking several of the blankets, he settles down and quickly falls asleep.

  The others get theirs as well. From the other room, they can hear her gentle singing coming through the door, lulling them. Unable to fight off exhaustion any longer, they all fall asleep.

  James wakes during the night and can hear her soft singing coming from outside. Getting up quietly so as not disturb the others, he goes to the window and sees Lyria outside sitting on an old tree stump. His eyes open in amazement when he sees little creatures, three altogether and no more than a foot tall, sitting before her. They seem to sway to the music as she sings.

  They remind James of garden gnomes his grandmother used to have in her flower bed. These were dressed nothing like them, but the height and general resemblance is close.

  He moves to the door and opens it as he walks out. As soon as the door begins to open, the singing stops and when he is again able to see her, the little creatures are gone.

  She turns her head to look at him and flashes him a slight smile. “Hello James,” she says.

  Coming over to her, he looks around to try to see the little creatures but they’re no where to be found. “Where are they?”

  “Around,” she tells him. “But they’re extremely shy.”

  “What are they?” he asks her as he comes to sit by her.

  “Spirits of the earth,” she explains. “You’re fortunate, very few people have ever seen them.”

  “How can I get them to come out?” he asks her, still looking about.

  “If they want to, they will,” she replies. “And they rarely want to.”

  “They come out to you,” he says.

  She gives him that smile again and says, “I’ve been here a long time, they’ve learned to trust me. I think they like my singing too.”

  “So do I,” he says before he even realizes it. Blushing, he turns his head away and looks out over the lake.

  “Thank you,” she tells him and then reaches out and pats him on the arm.

  “It’s peaceful here,” he observes when he at last has found his voice.

  “Yes, it’s the reason I’m here,” she says. Then she continues, “Partly, anyway.”

  “Partly?” he asks.

  “We needn’t go into that now,” she tells him.

  They sit there for awhile, enjoying the tranquility of the night when he says, “Have you had any other dreams foretelling the future? Like the star falling?”

  “Oh, many,” she says. “Dreams are very important if you just know how to interpret them.”

  “Do gods ever talk to you?” he asks.

  “No, I’ve never known them to talk to anyone but their priests,” she tells him. “And even they don’t always understand what they’re trying to say.”

  “I think I have,” he suddenly admits.

  “Oh?” she says. “And what makes you believe that?”

  “Ever since coming here,” he says trying to avoid mentioning where he’d really come from, “there’s been this little creature, about four and half feet tall. He appears and disappears in unusual fashions.”

  “And?” she asks, prompting him to continue.

  “And, well, he gave me the Star of Morcyth,” he explains. “Could he be Morcyth? He denies it though.”

  Shaking her head, she says, “I doubt it. Every god has minions who deal with the mortal world. This creature may be one of Morcyth’s on this world.”

  “But he doesn’t act like any I’ve heard of before,” he tells her. When she glances at him, he continues, “I mean, he takes me to get pizza, that’s a food where I come from. And then he takes me to a place of fun and amusement I used to visit as a child. It all seems rather pointless.”

  “I doubt if it is pointless,” she says. “The gods and their minions never give straightforward directions to those from whom they want something. But whatever he’s been doing, there’s a meaning behind it. Usually the one who’s experiencing it will understand at the appointed time.”

  “But why wouldn’t they just come out and say it?” he asks.

  “I don’t know,” she admits. “But that is the way they work, mostly. What you need to do is think hard about what transpired during each visitation and see if anything has a meaning other than what happened.”

  “Take my dream about the falling star,” she says. “Did it mean a star actually fel
l? No, it was pertaining to you coming here. Why you were to come here remains unclear, but here you are. The gods see far into the future, or rather paths that the future may follow.”

  “Paths?” he asks.

  “Yes,” she replies. “Let me explain. Say I wanted you to go from here to my house. If I asked you to, you would turn and go straight there. But if I saw that the result of that would be for you to fall and hurt yourself, then I may not tell you to go there, but arrange, through another series of events for you to make it there by another path. A series of events that would enable you to go without hurting yourself. Does that help you understand?”

  Nodding his head, he says, “I think so.”

  “Good,” she says. “Now, you should try to go back to sleep if you can.”

  “Alright,” he says, yawning. “I am getting tired again. Will you be alright here alone?”

  Smiling at him, she nods and says, “I’ll be fine, but thank you for your concern.”

  James gets up and walks back into the house where he pauses by the window again as she begins her song once more. He looks out and sees the three little creatures once again standing around her in rapt attention.

  He goes over to his bedroll and lies down, letting the sound of her voice lull him to sleep.

  When he wakes up in the morning, he sees Jiron sitting at the table holding a necklace of beads and hair. As he gets up, Jiron turns and waves him over to the table. “Here,” he says as he hands him a note that was lying on the table. Taking the note, he reads what’s written on it:

  James,

  Take this necklace, it will prove useful in the days ahead,

  Lyria

  He looks around and Jiron says, “She’s not here. I looked for her but she’s nowhere on the island. The boat’s still here though.”

  Over on a side table is stacked a bunch of fruit and roots, “I guess we’re suppose to take those with us?” he assumes. The idea of having something more than meat makes his mouth water.

  “It looks that way,” Jiron replies. “They weren’t there last night.” And then he indicates where three jackets and a tunic are lying on another small stand against the wall.

  James examines the necklace for a moment, a leather string with beads and a four inch length of braided hair hanging from the middle. “Wonder what this is for?” he asks.

  Shrugging, Jiron says, “A charm perhaps?”

  “I don’t think so,” replies James. “There’s no magic to it.” He looks at it for a moment more before putting it into his belt pouch. Looking over to Miko who’s still sleeping, he says, “Guess we better wake him and get going.”

  Jiron gets up and goes over, nudging him with his foot.

  Snapping awake, Miko sits up and looks around, at first disoriented. Then he sees the stacked food on the side table and gets up as he makes his way over to them. “Is this for us?” he asks, turning slightly toward James.

  “We think so,” he replies.

  Taking several of the fruits and a couple roots, he brings them over to the table and commences eating. He suddenly looks around and asks, “Where is she?”

  “Don’t know,” Jiron tells him. “She was gone when I woke up.”

  “Too bad,” he says through a mouth full of fruit. “I kind of liked her.” Then he notices the tunic and jackets. Going over to them, he takes the tunic and slips it over his head glad to have one on again. He’s been bare-chested ever since his old one had been used for James’ leg. “A perfect fit,” he announces. Then he takes one of the jackets and puts it on as well. When he finds it’s too big, he looks through the other two until he comes across one that will fit him. He brings the others over to the table and hands them to Jiron and James.

  The others try on the jackets and find them to be good fits as well. Then they begin eating the fruit and roots and when they’re done, clean up their mess leaving the place as neat as they found it. They find a backpack of sorts sitting near the fruit. Placing the fruit inside, James shoulders it as they head outside where the boat is still tied to the dock.

  “Hate leaving without saying goodbye,” Miko says as he climbs into the boat.

  “She understands, I’m sure,” James assures him.

  “I hope so, she sure was nice,” he says.

  Allowing the others to get in first, Jiron then unties the boat from the dock before jumping in. Pushing themselves away from the dock, they begin drifting out onto the lake. Jiron takes the oars and begins to row across the lake to the north. The mountains on the northern shore loom large above them.

  They see where a river comes out of the mountains and flows into the lake. Deciding that following the river up into the mountains would be the best idea, Jiron aims the boat so they’ll land several feet from where it enters the lake.

  Grounding the boat upon the shore, they get out and Jiron looks at the boat and asks, “How is she going to get it back?”

  “I’m sure she’ll have little problem with that,” James assures him.

  “Hmmmm,” mutters Jiron.

  As they begin making their way along the river into the mountains, they’re immediately grateful for the warm jackets that Lyria had supplied them. The air coming down off the mountains is quite cold in the early morning hours. James wonders how she could have gotten the jackets so fast and in the right sizes. Or did she know more than she let on when they talked the night before? Regardless, they have them now.

  They make decent time as they follow the river, the land adjacent to it is not very overgrown with bushes and allows them to walk with little obstructions. Two hours after they left the lake, they come to where the river cascades down a series of waterfalls where the mountain rises abruptly ahead of them.

  Jiron goes first as he begins to ascend the side of the mountain, using the bushes and trees growing along its face for handholds and support.

  Miko goes next with James bringing up the rear, his leg feeling much better today after the rest of the night before. The hillside is not seriously steep and they are able to make it up with minimal problems. At the top, they discover the waterfall to be the outflow of another small lake. Several tributaries bring water to it from the surrounding mountains. One small waterfall cascades down one side of the mountain, falling into the lake as well.

  They skirt around the lake and jump across several small tributaries as they make their way to a larger one at the far side. It’s much smaller than the river they followed after disembarking from the boat.

  With Jiron still leading the way away from the small lake, they continue to follow alongside the stream as it meanders its way further up into the mountains. They pause around noon for a quick meal, the sun now high overhead.

  Miko has removed his jacket, the tunic giving him enough warmth in the midday sun. “Does anyone know where we’re going?” he asks while eating some fruit.

  “North,” James tells him. “I doubt if anyone will be able to find us up here in the mountains.”

  “Let’s hope not,” Jiron says. “If we follow the mountains, and stay away from the roads, we may be able to make it a fair ways before trouble finds us again.”

  Finishing their meal, they resume following the stream. Miko’s arms get tired from carrying the crossbow but he just grits his teeth and continues on. No matter how tired he gets from carrying it, he’s not about to lose it. If trouble happens, he wants to be more help than he was last time.

  The sword at his waist, though, that’s another matter. It isn’t long before he unhooks the belt and lets it fall to the ground. As he walks away from it, Jiron says, “You sure you want to do that?”

  “I’m no good with it anyway,” he explains. “If I use it in a fight, I probably would end up killing myself.” He hefts the crossbow and continues, “I’ll stick with this for now.”

  Jiron nods and turns his attention back to trying to find the best path along the stream. The trees here have grown closer together and the way through is not readily evident. Even though he’s not
a woodsman, he seems to be able to make due and find the way.

  They continue on for the rest of the day, the stream they’ve been following slowly dwindling down to nothing. When the sun begins its descent toward the horizon, they make camp and spend some time accumulating enough wood to last through the night. It’s going to be getting really cold when it gets dark and they need to be prepared.

  James brings down a large animal, something like a deer, and they slice it up. They cook most of it in order to be able to carry some of it with them the next day. This going on roots and fruit is fine for a while, but a man needs meat to keep up his strength.

  The following morning, they can see the mountains still continuing to rise to the north. Miko dreads more of the climbing and the cold but does his best to keep his mood up. He doesn’t want to become a burden for the others. If the truth be known, he feels he’s actually doing better than James who seems to be really struggling with it, what with his leg and all.

  This day is more of the same as yesterday, trying to find a way through the mountains while still maintaining a northerly direction. Once they had to backtrack almost two hours when Jiron had steered them into a box canyon. They debated whether to attempt to scale the walls of the canyon or backtrack, but soon realized they were ill equipped for such a feat and wouldn’t be unable to make it without serious injury.

  Their mood was somber as they had to retrace land they’d thought was already behind them. Once out of the box canyon, they pick up what James calls a game trail and the going becomes somewhat easier for a mile or so before the trail disappears again.

  That night, they’re fortunate to find a cave they can use for shelter. Building a roaring fire to keep the cold at bay, they rest and relax while the carcass of a small animal roasts on the fire. Miko gets credit for this one. He spotted it while out collecting firewood and brought it down with the crossbow. To everyone’s surprise, as well as his own, he hit it. He was forced chase it down since it hadn’t been killed outright.