Song of the Dragon

doesn’t matter who we were, Mala; we can become who we want to be. We can forget about our past; what we cannot forget, we can forgive and start anew.”

“Can we, Drakis?” Mala said, looking up into his face. “I don’t know. . if people can change. Maybe we’re so broken that we can’t change.”

Drakis smiled down at her. “How will we ever know if we don’t try?”

“It would be wonderful to try,” she replied softly.

An unwelcome shout behind Drakis shattered the moment. “Drakis!”

“It would be him,” Mala said distastefully.

Drakis pushed himself up from the sand and turned toward the voice. “Yes, Ethis, it is me. Now that you have completely ruined my evening, I’m sure you’ve thought of some way to ruin my night as well. What is it?”

The chimerian paused, glanced at Mala rising to stand next to Drakis, and then took in a deep breath.

“Yes,” Drakis urged, “You’ve got my attention. What is it?”

“I. . I thought we might discuss our next move.”

“Our next move?” Drakis responded. “Just what move would that be?”

“Why. . northward, as you said,” Ethis spoke, choosing words as a warrior might choose his weapons in battle. “The Sondau have these corsairs that are legendary in the open sea. You might prevail upon them to take us farther on-perhaps across the Bay of Thetis into Nordesia or even. .”

“No,” Drakis said flatly.

“They might take us along the coast to the west, or we could travel by land to Point Kontantine but we would still need the corsair ships to. .”

“No, Ethis,” Drakis repeated more firmly. “I’m not going anywhere.”

“But. . your destiny. .”

“My destiny? You’ve been repeating that lie so long that you’ve started believing it yourself.” Drakis shook his head. “It’s not me! Even if it were me, I wouldn’t want it! It was all just a story the dwarf told, Ethis, so that gullible folks along the way would feed us and give us a bed! It got us here and that’s enough. . I’m not going anywhere!”

“So that’s it, then,” Ethis spat, his blank expression vanishing for the first time that Drakis had ever known him into what passed for a scowl. “You just give up, tell the rest of the world to jump into the Chaos while you play in the sand?”

“Yes!” Drakis shot back. “It’s my life. . for the first time it is mine. . not yours. . not the dwarf fool’s. . certainly not the Empire’s. . and I’m not giving it up to anyone else, either!”

Ethis shook his head. “You selfish, blind, narrow-minded idiot! It’s gone way beyond time for you to hide! You think the Iblisi will just give up. . that they’ll wake up one day and say, ‘This is too hard, let’s just let this one go?’ They never give up, Drakis, and they never, ever forget. They will hunt you down and murder you, you and anyone who has been with you. The very first they’ll take will be those closest to you. The safest thing you can do is get off this continent-across the sea-somewhere they can’t reach.”

“Oh, please,” Drakis sneered. “You’re scaring the women.”

Ethis growled under his breath in frustration. “You have no idea who these Iblisi are. . or who I am for that matter!”

“Oh, I think I have a pretty good idea about you,” Drakis snarled. “I’ve seen what you’re capable of. . just how honest you can be!”

“I’m trying to help you, human!”

Drakis looked behind the chimerian. There came a rising tide of shouts from the village. Suddenly one appeared, then three, and then entire families were running frantically about. Soon a number of them ran toward the various ships beached along the crescent of sandy shore that marked the edge of the harbor.

Drakis eyed the chimerian. “What did you do, Ethis?”

Belag and the Lyric appeared behind the dwarf, all of them running directly toward Drakis and Mala.

“Well,” Mala sighed to herself. “It looks like everyone found us.”

Urulani came with them but ran past Drakis without as much as a nod, shouting toward the beached ship beyond. “Kanshu! Get up!”

A head poked up over the gunwales, staring blearily back.

“Raise me a crew of twenty!” she shouted, plunging into the water without slowing, then pulling herself up a rope that Kanshu hastily tossed over the side. “We’ve got to get the ship provisioned and ready for sail at once. And I want warriors and sea-crafters only-and pray we don’t need them!”

“Aye, Captain,” Kanshu replied at once, himself jumping over the side and pushing shoreward through the shallows. “How long a voyage, Captain?”

“I don’t know. . bring as much as is at hand,” Urulani shouted as she at once set about readying the ship. “I’ve told the Elders to abandon the village. We’ll hold the beach until everyone is safely away on the other ships.”

“Are we being raided, Captain?” Kanshu asked as he surged out of the water and onto the shore.

“Yes! I don’t know when but soon,” Urulani called out. “We have to get everyone out. . they can’t kill us if we aren’t here.”

“Now what?” Drakis groaned.

“Drakis!” the dwarf shouted, his short legs churning up the sand atop the seawall. “Ah, good it is to see you, my friend, and most blessed by the gods indeed that you are well! We’ve not a moment to waste. . gather all that is needful, and let us away while we can!”

Drakis closed his eyes and turned his face up toward the dark sky. “You, too? I finally find a place where I am content to stop and now all of you want to leave?”

“I am sorry, Drakis,” Belag said. “But we must.”

“We don’t have to do anything,” Drakis protest.

The manticore drew himself up before the human warrior and looked down at him with kind eyes. “Sometimes, friend, we must do a thing or we stop being ourselves.”

“What does that mean?” Drakis asked.

“It means that we have just returned from the mud city south of the Sentinel Peaks,” Belag said. “We tracked RuuKag there. There is much to that tale that we will tell when there is more time, but for now all that needs to be said is that RuuKag is dead. . and so, too, is the city of the Hak’kaarin.”

Ethis caught his breath sharply. “Dead? All dead?”

Belag looked curiously at the chimerian. “Yes. . though we know that most of the mud gnomes escaped thanks, I believe, to RuuKag. He found his heart at last.”

“But,” Mala struggled to find her words. “Who would do such a thing? I mean. . the mud gnomes weren’t a threat to anyone and had nothing anyone would want.”

“They had Drakis,” Belag said, his gaze fixed on the human warrior.

“No,” Drakis said, closing his eyes as he shook his head.

“There were seven robed elves among the dead,” Belag continued. “Nearly a full unit of what the Iblisi call a Quorum. It took only seven of them to destroy perhaps a thousand of the gnomes, but RuuKag managed to help stop them at last-stop them to protect you, Drakis.”

“No, please,” Drakis moaned. “Not for me.”

Beyond, among the huts of the village, the shadows were moving swiftly. Men emerged from the edge of the jungle forest, all rushing with sacks and chests shouldered as they charged down toward the ship behind Drakis. Elsewhere along the shoreline, the other ships were being readied in haste to depart.

“They tracked us to that city,” Belag said. “They tracked you. Perhaps the death of their Quorum was enough to give them pause but if there is more than one Quorum pursuing us. .”

“They’ll know where we went,” Ethis finished. “They’ll come directly here.”

They won’t stop, Drakis thought. They’ll never stop.

Mala started to ask, “How much time do you think. .?”