Yet drawn to the sword
His very name taken from
The weapon of his fathers
Given a quest by the crown
To defeat an impossible foe
Possessor of visions
Ally of dark forces
Friend of monsters
Leader of men
Only he will have the will
And the power
Through his love of another
To break time and the world
The words resonated with me. I was the one meant for the power and the greatness. My family name came from the very ax now strapped to me, the very weapon used by my forefathers. My father had been a great general. As one of the younger sons, I had been sent away for an education, expected to manage the family fortune, yet I had failed, and become a soldier and eventually a commander. My task was to pacify this land for the crown and deliver its treasure unto my king and its inhabitants' souls to my mother church. I had visions of leading my host to glory. As for darkness, I had no doubt that my concubine and her cabal of heart-removing priests and their rivers of sacrificial blood would serve that purpose.
'So what does this mean? What must I do now?' I asked. The priestess did not answer. She reached into the alcove and removed the small rectangular box. She shouted something in her language, and the rush of air changed direction as if something massive had just exhaled. I held out my hand, and she placed the box gently in my palm. It was small, but unnaturally heavy. I shuddered as cold shivers pulsed down my arm. 'What is this?'
'It is the key, my lord. Alone, it is an object of mighty strength, capable of great magic, but when you are prepared, I can take you to the proper place, a Place of Power. There you can utilize it to inflict your will upon the entire world. No one shall stand in your way. The world will be yours.'
'Is that all?'
'There is but one last thing to fulfill the prophecy, my lord. You must do it through love of another. You are a lover of power, but not of people. You must do so to utilize the artifact. Love is a notion of the weak, yet through it great power can be unlocked. It is a tool to be used as needed.'
'I have a wife and children in Lisboa, will that not suffice?' I did not have time for weak notions such as love or mercy. Not when there was plunder to be taken, and lands to be crushed. A wife of good blood was a political necessity and a way to produce heirs, nothing more.
'Perhaps not, my lord. But I will provide a way.' The priestess untied the front of her robes and let them fall to the slick floor. 'I can be your love. Together we can rule the world.'
The damp wind picked up again, almost as if the cavern itself was filling unseen lungs, far greater in intensity this time. My torch was blown out, plunging us into darkness.
I was sitting on the steps of the church, once again in my own body, and seeing the world through my own eyes. Reliving the Cursed One's memories left me feeling unclean. The Old Man had gone back to his carving, gently flicking the blade of the knife over the small block of wood. Chips were falling onto his homespun pants. Even if the clear winter sky around me was a figment of my imagination, it was a far nicer place than the mysterious unnatural cavern.
'Why are you showing me these things?'
'So you understand. Is important.'
'What is important? That Machado was an evil bastard when he was human, so bad that even the Aztecs or the Incas or whoever they were prophesied him coming, and that some mysterious Old Ones wanted to give him a magical whatchamacallit to blow up the world?'
'You not have name for that people. They are gone. World not know about them today. Is probably for best. But there is more, Boy. You must pay attention more.'
'Pay attention to what more? He was about to score with the evil priestess chick. That was pretty hard to miss,' I replied.
'Young people. Mind always in gutter. No, more important things to learn.'
'How about you just tell me how to kill him?'
He shrugged. 'I not know.'
'Who are the Old Ones? The Elf Queen mentioned them also.'
'Very bad. Very much bad. I not know. But they here long before us. Not supposed to be. But they are-how you say? — trespassers. They want nothing more than to kill world. They kill anything they not can have.'
He used his coat sleeve to brush aside the snow on one of the steps, creating a clear spot. He placed his carving on the smooth surface and spun it. The little top made it only a few turns before flopping over. It looked like crap and was horribly unbalanced. He was not very good at whittling.
'Your top is broken.'
'Is not 'top.' Is dreidel. Fun little game. Should be made out of clay. But I try wood.' He picked it up and went back to carving. 'No laugh, Boy, is harder than it looks. Time for you to go. You wake up now. Be careful of big red thing. No want to crash.'
'What big red thing?'
'You see.'
I woke up disoriented and confused. I was lying on some sort of gurney, and I cracked my face painfully into a white metal cabinet when I sat up. Julie was a few feet away, also lying on a stretcher. Her shirt had been cut away, and a much better bandage had been placed on her shoulder. She was still out. A siren was blaring. We were in the back of an ambulance.
'What the hell?' I said, as the ambulance turned far too sharply and I bounced off of the wall. Mad laughter came from the front.
'Hang on, kid. It's been a while since I've driven last. You know, with being locked up and all that.' Ray Shackleford honked the horn and screamed out the window. 'Watch out, moron!'
I squeezed my way through the narrow space and into the passenger seat. I had to push aside a big black duffel bag. I was glad to see that it was the bag that held my armor and personal gear, including spare magazines and grenades for Abomination. My shotgun was sitting on the dash, sliding crazily back and forth as Ray jerked the wheel. The speedometer showed one hundred and five miles an hour. I had not known that an ambulance could go that fast.
'What happened?' I shouted over the siren. Ray's gray hair was flapping madly in the wind from the open window. He was grinning maniacally, and having far too much fun for an escaped lunatic.
'You passed out. Can't say I blame you. You look like shit. Julie had a cell phone in her pocket. It started ringing so naturally I answered it. It was Earl.' The crazy man laughed. 'Old son of a bitch was a bit surprised to find himself talking to me. Didn't expect that one bit. Well, anyway…' He swerved around a truck and into oncoming traffic, dodged a station wagon, and jerked back into the correct lane. I cringed. 'As I was saying, Earl called, said that the Feds were heading this way fast. They put out an APB on me and both of you. He said not to go to the hospital because the Monster Control Bureau guys were already en route, and not to go back to the compound because the place was already crawling with Feds. So I'm supposed to take us someplace safe to hide out.'
'You didn't kill any of the paramedics did you?' I gestured at Abomination.
'Oh no. I've never killed a human being… on purpose at least, so I ain't gonna start now. I bluffed our way out. Told them I was an escaped mental patient.'
'Gee whiz? I'm surprised they believed you.' I had not realized, but he was wearing sweats, and a bathrobe. With the matted hair, and the unkempt beard, he looked the part. Plus when I had passed out he had been singing the theme song from the Monkees.
'I know. Imagine that.' He scratched himself as we tore down the road.
'Julie needs medical attention.'
'Earl has arranged for some. Don't worry. We're going home.'
