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Dragonheart: The Return

Chapter 11

On the Run

Caleb, Drago and Owen were by now far away from Drumstone which was now alight with fire from its attackers.

Caleb was lagging behind as Drago and Owen were far ahead of him along the path to Cardford.

Caleb thought of his parents, their smiles, their words, the way they spoke, and already he was beginning to forget what they sounded like. Even his memories of his parents began to fade. He did his best to keep hold of the memories, but it seemed that now that his parents were no longer around, his memories were ridding themselves, it felt as if his mind wanted to spare him of the pain and loss of his parents death.

He felt as if he was running on backup power, the lights were on but no one was home as it were.

Owen stopped up ahead and turned back to look at Caleb who was slowly crawling behind. "Caleb!" he called, but Caleb ignored him. "Caleb!"

Caleb felt weak, he could barely raise his arms let alone keep his feet to keep walking, he couldn't even raise his head.

Owen walked up to him sensing his sorrow and pain.

"I know I can't even begin to wonder or think of what you are going through, but I have experienced the pain you are going through. Losing someone, doesn't matter who, is like having part of your soul being cut out from you. It reduces everything that makes you yourself, and it will never heal. Trust me I have had it happened to me many times, and it doesn't do one any good, neither is it healthy." Owen said in a low tone.

Caleb took his time to speak, he found it incredibly difficult to speak, his throat was dry that even when he tried to speak his throat hurt, it felt like as if he had a bunch of tiny thorns in his throat.

"How do I carry on? Who do I look to know for the answers in life?" he asked himself. "I always looked to my parents for the answers, for the right step, for the guidance. And now…I am stuck, stopped and trapped in the same spot, never moving forward."

Drago walked up to Caleb's feet.

"What do I do know?" Caleb asked as he looked deeply into the eyes of Drago.

Owen sighed. "My mentor taught me many things on becoming a knight. But there was one thing he taught me most than anything else, he taught me that when one dies, we must keep that person's memory alive, and we use that persons memory to keep us strong, we use it to light the way forward. Use your parent's memory; use it to make you strong Caleb. And when you use it, everything will start to become clear." Owen patted him on the back.

"Now what do we do?" Caleb said after a little while.

"We stop this. We find out what's going on and we stop this." Owen said to him thoroughly.

"What?" Caleb said. "You and me?" frowned Caleb.

"Not just you and me, but Drago."

Caleb looked down at Drago who looked back at Caleb. "He's just a baby."

"Yes, he may be. But that doesn't mean that he can't do anything." Owen said.

Caleb nodded at this. No matter how old you were, be you a baby or not, don't mean one can't do anything; anyone can do anything, no matter at what age.

"What were those things back there, those who attacked us?" Caleb asked.

"Sure you want to know?" Owen asked him.

"I need to know who I am up against should I ever return to Drumstone."

Owen sighed. "They are known by many names, Assassins, Killers, Attackers, some call them Dark Knights. They are the masters of stealth, silence, and they know many ways of killing someone without leaving a trace or even a grunt. They can infiltrate an entire town without being seen or heard. They can kill anyone without even making a sound."

"Where did they come from?" Caleb asked.

"They have been around since before the fall of Camelot, no one knows how they came to be, many years ago, knights of all Kingdoms went in search of these Killers and drove them into Fern Woods."

"Why is it that everything evil always goes to Fern Woods?" Caleb asked.

"No idea. Probably because of The Shyee, they are the only powerful evil in this world, excluding the Dark Dragons of course. It's strange now that I think if it, everything falls back to Fern Woods…I wonder…" his mind began to race, his mind began placing together the possibility of what was going on, but it was just a hunch. He needed to get to Cardford to confirm his wonder.

~ ~ ~ Dragon Heart ~ ~ ~

Drumstone was ablaze. No more screams were coming from within the blazing hot village. Mortimer watched as the flames danced wickedly whipping at each other ferociously.

The blaze from the village lit up Mortimer's pale black lined face as he smiled evilly and darkly on the village.

Coming through the flames came a group of Mortimer's killing team. They were carrying in tow with them a person, and Mortimer knew who this person was.

Mortimer's killing team approached them and threw King Axis to the floor.

King Axis was cut and bloodied after he tried to fend off a few of the Killers, but he got a bit roughed up while he was fighting.

Mortimer looked at the king. "I thought I told you to bring him to me unharmed?" Mortimer asked his men, no one answered. "Oh, never mind." Mortimer said sighing. "King Axis, I am Mortimer. A few nights ago, three travelers passed through Fern Woods without our consent. One of those travelers had something precious with them. Something that could spell disaster for each human in this world. I want you tell me where that Egg is."

Axis looked up at Mortimer, his face made Axis's face contort into a sour look. "I know nothing of no Egg."

Mortimer stared at Axis. Axis could feel Mortimer's eye's bore into his skull and it felt uncomfortable.

Mortimer scanned the King. Mortimer was smart, and he was clever. His eyes could tell when someone was lying and right now Mortimer could tell that the King was telling the truth.

"Hmm, then who has it?" Mortimer asked himself looking around at Drumstone that was still ablaze.

"My Lord!" one of Mortimer's men called to him. A Killer came walking up to Mortimer with something in his hand. The Killer passed Mortimer some empty shell like casing of an Egg with markings on it.

Mortimer knew what it was, and his face dropped into fear. He swallowed as he looked at the brown Egg that was no longer holding the creature.

"Is the creature dead? Did you see the body of the creature?" Mortimer said his voice weaving a little.

"No my lord. We neither saw nor found any body that resembles the creature that came out from the Egg."

Mortimer nodded. "Where did you find the shells?"

"In a village house not far from here. Belonged to some poor village folk, they are dead. Well two people are dead; it is suspected that someone else was in the house as well, a child maybe."

Mortimer was furious he grabbed his sword, pulled it out of his belt and swung it around and across the man's chest. The man fell backwards.

Mortimer breathed heavily as if getting his breath back. "Bring me Sidic." Mortimer said to his men. Mortimer then looked at the king. "It looks like your honesty has just saved you from death…for now."

~ ~ ~ Dragon Heart ~ ~ ~

Garon and the three knights who were escorting Freya to safety were making quick haste down a path towards Cardford.

A bit further down the path – little did they know – was Caleb, Drago and Owen, and they were slowly closing in on them.

Frey was still unconscious in the back of the cart that she was in. Garon looked back at her every now and then just to see if she was alright.

"That is some pretty powerful sleeping draught you gave her." One of the knights said as he looked around him to see if anyone was following them.

"She'll be fine." Garon said.

"Hey!" one of the knights said to the other two knights. "Maybe we can all have a turn to…you know…" the knight clicked his tongue at the princess in the back of the cart. The other two knights laughed.

"She's sixteen, way out of your league." Garon said overhearing the knights. "And besides we have other things to worry about than mating here." Garon told them.

The knights nodded and focused their attention back onto the mission at hand.

A few steps away, they could see someone walking ahead of them. Two people by the looks of it and with them was something else.

"Swords ready lads." Garon said to them.

The three knights drew their swords just in case.

As they neared, Caleb and Owen stopped and turned around to see the cart and the knights. Caleb picked up Drago from out of the horses way.

"Whereabouts did you come from?" a knight asked.

"Drumstone, or rather escaped." Owen said.

"State your identity?" the knight asked Owen.

"Sir Owen, descendant of Sir Bowen, son of Sir Alowyn." Owen said.

"Sir Alowyn!" Garon said, the name sounded familiar to him. "That name seems to ring familiar for some reason."

"He fought at the battle of King Tirising and his bloodthirsty reign of merging all the mighty kingdoms and wiping away the weak." Owen said.

"Oh, yes. I heard he was a great knight. So sad about how he died. Sir Bowen you say, the very Sir Bowen who led the rebellion against King Einon?" Garon asked.

"The very same." Owen said. "What's the situation in Drumstone?"

"Not looking good, when we left the attackers were still burning the village, we barely got out before our attacker forced their way into the castle."

A groan came from the back of the cart. Owen took a look over the knight's shoulder. "Who's the precious cargo?" Owen asked Garon.

"Princess Freya."

Caleb's eyes flashed towards Garon. She was here. The girl that Caleb had a crush on, the girl of his dreams, she was in the cart only a few feet away from him. He tried not to look so happy; he did his best from blushing.

"Who's the kid?" one of the knights asked. It was only after did the knight look at Drago. The knight raised his sword at the Dragon. "What is that?" the knight said disgusted.

"This is Caleb." Owen said.

"Hello." Caleb said timidly.

"And this is a Dragon, called Drago, and he is not going to harm you, lower your sword, it's just a baby." Owen said lowering the knights' sword.

"I thought Dragons were extinct?" Garon said.

"Clearly not." Owen said.

"Where are you bound?" one of the knights said.

"The Monastery of Cardford." Owen said to them.

"You can join us then. The name is Garon by the way, and the knights are called Sir Young, Sir Blissett and Sir Francis." Garon said. All three knights bowed in return.

"Pleasure to meet you. We will tag along behind you," Owen said, "in case anyone sneaks up behind us."

"Good idea. Hup!" Garon said to the horse.

They were soon off. Owen and Caleb along with Drago made their way towards the back of the carriage. "Stop blushing," Owen said whispering.

"I'm not blushing!" Caleb said to him.

"As soon as Freya's name was mentioned you were blushing. And what a wonderful job you did at hiding your emotions." Owen said to him.

Caleb threw a stern look at Owen; Drago even tittered a little as well.

"Someone agrees with me." Owen said smiling. Caleb threw him another stern look and Owen turned away feeling awkward.

~ ~ ~ Dragon Heart ~ ~ ~

Sidic was brought before Mortimer, unharmed. Mortimer's men escorted Sidic up to him.

"You were the one who tipped us off about there being a Dragon in this area of town, now it seems that it has hatched and has escaped and slipped through our hands once again. If you do not deliver some good news I will be forced to run you through!" Mortimer told him.

Sidic gulped. "There was a boy who acted strangely."

"A boy?" Mortimer asked.

"Yes, I have been keeping an eye on him for some time, his name is Caleb Johnson, I think."

Mortimer's eyes narrowed. "Caleb Johnson, who is he?"

"A poor peasant, a stain upon the whole of life-"

"That peasant," Mortimer said walking up to his face and spitting along his lines, "holds a beast that is capable of bringing the entire human existence to extinction. We need to kill it. If its powers grow, then all hope is doomed."

Sidic remained quiet. He didn't like Mortimer being that close to him, he felt a sudden chill run through his body, the hairs on his back stood up literally. As evil as Mortimer was, no one dared talk back against him. "I um…" he stammered, "I, uh, I suspect he would be going to the Monastery of Cardford. It lays just half a day's journey by foot, time becomes shorten if you had horses."

"Cardford?" asked Mortimer.

"It's the only safest place around here for the time being until you lot most likely head there and kill everyone." Sidic said in one long breath.

"You guess right." Mortimer looked into the corner of his eyes. Four wolves came walking out of Fern Woods and stopped at the base of his feet. Mortimer patted each wolf in turn. "Find this Caleb Johnson, follow them along each of their journey to wherever they may head!"

The wolves began to part and broke into a run.

"You better hope for your life Sidic that my wolves find this Caleb at Cardford, for if they don't, your life is heading for a sudden stop!" Mortimer said, he waved them all to leave him.

Mortimer turned around to head back into Fern Woods. Staring back at him were two pairs of black eyes. Its hair jet black and spiked up and a long outfit that resembled that of a priest. His Lord and Master.

"My Lord Cadamus." Mortimer said bowing.

"Rise." Cadamus said in a low bass voice. Mortimer obeyed instantly. "You have a sick, twisted and gruesome way of ridding witnesses from your actions."

Mortimer didn't reply, even though it wasn't a question. "My Lord," Mortimer presented Cadamus the Egg Shell that Dragon hatched from, "we found Egg shells. They are from the Elemental Dragon that hatched."

The Shyee took the Egg Shell from Mortimer and inspected it. Cadamus's long springy hands ran over the whole Egg shell. He hissed and snarled at the shell, his nostrils flared.

"This is indeed and Elemental Egg." He said not taking his eyes off the shell.

"You are frightened?"

"We Shyee fear nothing, except of that that poses a threat to us. We have heard stories of these Elemental Eggs, stories which were nothing but mere children stories to put children to sleep. It is said that whoever holds a Dragon Egg and it hatches, the Dragon is instantly bound to that person. Only by killing the person can the Dragon change its bond to another. If there are other Elemental Dragon Eggs around, they could be of use to us."

"My Lord, I don't understand." Mortimer said.

Cadamus turned his head towards Mortimer. A faint breeze came from Cadamus's mouth and froze the very air around him.

"My fellow Shyee are planning something, something which will benefit our survival here in this world. We are recruiting. We are planning to take this world for our own. Too long have we lived in darkest depths of some Wood! Too long have people forgotten about us! We have been treading carefully. All we need now is a reason to go to war."

"War?" Mortimer asked. Mortimer was a loyal servant to The Shyee, they told him everything, he felt slightly betrayed that they didn't tell him about their plan to take the world as their own. "Why wasn't I notified?"

"We were considering on the right moment to tell you." Mortimer nodded at this, though he was still unsure why they didn't tell him in the first place. "It seems this Dragon that has been hatched might help us start our war."

"I don't quite understand My Lord. Why would we want to start a war?"

Cadamus looked at Mortimer; his eyes reflected Mortimer's soul right back at him. "You ask too many questions Mortimer. You will find out why we need to start a war in due time. In the meantime, just search for that Egg, and kill the boy, but not the Dragon. We might need it."


A/N: Here is Chapter 11, things are going to get interesting in the chapters to come. But anyway keep reading, and sorry for the late uplaod, OH! don't forget if there is anything you want me to place in my stories or chapters to come just let me know and I shall see what I can do.

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