The rest of the third week of March went by pitifully slow for him—mostly, in part of the torrential rains and winds that were experienced, but also because he was house-bound, with hardly anything to do. As he healed, he kept himself busy with small, menial tasks; looking after his cat, who was experiencing her first heat, was one of the things that he kept himself busy with. Sabine was now seven months and two weeks old; while late in experiencing her first heat cycle, she hadn't missed a beat in driving him or his family crazy with her meow-howls. A potion was made and then given to her two days after she went into heat. The potion given to his cat had a lifespan of two years; his cat was essentially, temporarily spayed thanks to that potion.
Lhaklar bought him his usual magazine editions. Bile got him his HB and Gold Flake cigarettes. Lazeer did a little shopping for him; a Freakhouse Freak model kit, a model kit of Burt Gummer being rescued after being eaten by a Tremor, and a model kit of a very busty Medusa from the movie Clash of the Titans were bought and then given to him. He had yet to get to the latter two models; the Freakshow Freak model was currently on Dry-Mode—it had just been completed like an hour to an hour and a half ago.
His mum was as good as her word on giving him more information on his roots; other than the plain verbal teachings of his family, he also had his very own Chronicle of the Surfeit book... which was now out and open in front of him. Like his mum, who had a habit of marking each chapter that she read in both of the Surfeit Chronicle books that she had, he also made a habit out of marking the spots that he had read. A black tab was placed on his dat's chapter; an orange tab was used on his older, half-bruder's, Duru's, chapter; and a red tab was used on his fader's uncle's chapter. Right now, he was re-reading his older, half-bruder's oldest son's chapter.
He hadn't read anything in his new book yet. His copy of The Chronicle of the Surfeit had just been taken from the paper package that it was wrapped in.
KurukVile Surfeit, the son that is confusingly said to be the oldest son of DuruVile Surfeit and Cyla Dybla, was born prematurely on November 23, 4340, during the rising of a rare spectacle known as The Three Blue Spheres. KurukVile wasn't meant to be raised as a conqueror; he was included in the training with his two siblings, but he was never really, truly meant to be raised as a conqueror. KurukVile attended Pronghorn Academy of Sorcery and Magic, Grizzard's Academy, School of Dark Arts, and The Dark University—the latter, for three hundred years. After graduating from the latter education, he remained elusive for some time until his conquest of the planet Tyche occurred, which happened three thousand years later.
Tyche, an immense planet that was ruled by a longtime enemy of the Surfeit's, was nearly run-over by the young son of DuruVile, who brought with him a small army of DoroDoro's and other monsters. After the planet was taken over, and stripped of all its riches, KurukVile destroyed it by using the Dacops Crystal, a crystal that's been passed down from father to firstborn son for a little under a million years.
The Dacops Crystal, a small crystal that pulsates in purple and red hues, is a relatively small crystal that packs "quite a punch" when activated. KurukVile knew/knows how to use the crystal well; after he conquered and then destroyed Tyche, he set his sights on a planet known well for being encrusted with semi-precious gems and gold—Ceres. KurukVile's conquest of that planet wasn't as smooth as his conquest of Tyche; it took him five years before the ruling family of that planet were felled to their knees. KurukVile activated the Dacops Crystal soon after the ruling family of Ceres gave control over to him. KurukVile collected well over a centimillion afterwards, when he ordered a scoop of the planet's orbit for the next thirty weeks.
KurukVile is most known for his ruthless conquest of the planet Themis and the Wycos Galaxy. The ruling family that claimed Themis as theirs ran for their lives after a short fight which ran a month and a half; after Themis was conquered, he destroyed that planet then went on to the Wycos Galaxy. A furious battle was raged for the galaxy for a long five hundred years. During KurukVile's conquest of Tyche, he fathered two daughters by a mistress, who had stalked him for some time. The two daughters, named Dione and Azone, were raised with their father under the same roof for ten years before KurukVile left his mistress for a different lady. Irka Shaiden, a Sketon woman, from a family who was moderately well off, became KurukVile's new mistress for many years. KurukVile and his then mistress, Irka, produced a son almost fifty years after their courtship's beginning. He was named Vile Skujik Vile.
It's been reported in both interviews and historical documents that KurukVile liked the latter part of his family's birth-name so much that he decided to make the name an official surname. He not only gave his first son the given name of Vile but he also gave him the surname of Vile. KurukVile made the union between him and Irka permanent by marrying Irka in a great ceremony the week following his eldest son's birth.
Up to recent times, he fathered only three children through her. Vile, notably known far and wide as Master Vile, Dara DaraVile Similir Surfeit, and TriskullVile Vuupipii Surfeit; the pair had no further children until March 8, 1999, when BarukVile Glosu Surfeit was born. A daughter, KaasaVile Cvina Surfeit, was born sometime after Baruk then another son, SudirVile Sorrass Surfeit, was born sometime after her.
The last galaxy that KurukVile added to his list of conquered realms was the Ergots; while he took his time in conquering this galaxy, he was no less ruthless in its conquering than in his previous conquerings. A total of ten planets in the galaxy were destroyed, the rest are under his rule.
The powers wielded by the man are truly impressive! Despite being an expert in his family's principle power, Elemental, he is also quite adept in using his Energy powers. He is also able to use and control the strength of his powers from quite a distance away; during his conquest of Ceres, he was noted as using his Elemental powers against a gathered group of militants from a single planet away. He is also known as being able to turn one military unit against another, to make a mini-battle happen during a conquest—he used this power during the final years of his conquest of the Wycos Galaxy; it turned nearly all of the enemy on itself. He is very well known for his ability to use the Lightning power, a sub-power of his Elemental powers. He used this power a full week before the last planet in the Wycos Galaxy fell into his hands; after turning the enemy on itself, he gathered and then threw the ocean nearby. He then threw a large bolt to the ground. The turned-on-itself enemy was cooked instantly. The rulers of the Wycos Galaxy didn't stick around for long afterwards; they fled for their lives. They haven't been seen since their galaxy's conquest. KurukVile also boasts a rare ability, where he can fire his own fingernails at the enemy—an ability that he used during his conquest of Themis, the Vulcan Galaxy, and the planet Oot.
He placed a yellow tab at the start of the chapter then turned to the book's index; three of his four bruders were sired by a man named TazirVile Lajoshu Surfeit, another son of his older, half-bruder, Duru. He found the name in the index then turned to the chapter's start; he snapped a bite from the apple that was at his side before reading what was written on the guy.
While the sons of DuruVile Bolushi Surfeit are few, quite a few heads turn and bodies shake upon the mention of his confusingly said-to-be secondborn son, TazirVile Lajoshu Surfeit. TazirVile Surfeit was the first child and second son born to DuruVile Surfeit through his third wife, Ashaklar Zoopray, who was born and raised on the planet Zeta Ren, located in the Zeta Riticuli system. TazirVile's upbringing was different than that of his older, half-brother's and he had a whole different set of powers to him—which took a short while to be realized. TazirVile also had a different education than his brother; he not only attended Pronghorn Academy of Sorcery and Magic but also Shlane's Academy, the University of Telepathy, and Zeta Ren's School of Hard Knots. Besides those schools, he also attended The School of Gray, The University of Power, and, for one thousand years, The Academy of Evil.
TazirVile is know as the conqueror of the Vaisha Galaxy—a galaxy that made him extremely wealthy. His name was spread far and wide after the conquest of the Vaisha Galaxy; not only was he quite extraordinarily ruthless during that conquest but he led his army, which consisted of nothing but Goblins, into battle. The title of Conquering Comet was established after he finished his conquest of the Andromeda Galaxy some time later—he mostly owes the title to the sudden disappearance of his young daughter, who he, at the time, had thought to of been taken by the Dolis family that ruled over that galaxy before he came in to conquer it.
His most noteworthy conquest came after he conquered the Andromeda Galaxy; the Bula Galaxy was quickly sought after, after the Andromeda Galaxy's conquest was over. The old record of conquering a galaxy that compromises thirty planets was shattered; TazirVile Surfeit conquered the entire galaxy in a week's time. His conquest of that galaxy was more ruthless than his conquest of the Vaisha Galaxy.
Up to very recently, it was thought that his powers were vastly different than his kins. His Elemental powers developed slowly; he didn't take note of them until well after his conquest of the Vaisha Galaxy. He has yet to use them in battle. Besides now knowing and wielding Elemental powers, he is very knowledgeable and gifted in the art of using his Acidic powers. He is also very well trained in Telepathy, Telekinesis, and he is an excellent wielder of his Energy powers. Besides his powers, he is an excellent swordsman, and is a great combat fighter—during the fight of Caicla, a planet in the Vaisha Galaxy, he took to the front of his army and fought with them, a feat which made many armies in the Vaisha Galaxy tremble. It's been reported, and noted in historical documents, that he felled half of the opposing army before his army got to the fight. He can also warp time and reality to perfection.
His marriage history is just as fruitful as his conquering history; his first wife, Bespe Rakaduc, a half-blood Zetakin, was married to him for nearly forty thousand years before a divorce was filed. It's been reported that the marriage between the two wasn't a happy one; one child, a daughter, named EshalVile Eskara Surfeit, was born to the pair on June 5, 1697. The second marriage seems to be a much more pleasant and happy one; the daughter of his nephew, Vile Skujik Vile (better known as Master Vile), was reportedly picked for him as a wife by the Universal Gods. Three children, all sons, were born to the pair: LhaklarVile Closu Surfeit, born on March 8, 1999; HazaarVile Tlair Surfeit, born on April 23, 2399; and LazeerVile Zuluduz Surfeit, born on February 13, 2499. The latter of the three sons born to the pair was born prematurely at five and a half months gestation; he, along with his mother, Angel Irene, and three of his four siblings (Bile Vile, the secondborn son of Master Vile that TazirVile adopted and raised as his own; Lhaklar; and Hazaar) disappeared four months after his birth. Up to recently, it was highly thought that the four had perished. All five missing Surfeit's were found and then returned home on November 25, 4099.
The chapter on his bruders' fader didn't mention the fact that his mum had adopted Eshal; up to real recently, he didn't know about having an older sister. He was told yesterday, during lunch, about her. Eshal's mum wasn't in her life; his adopted mum had come in to help raise her. The two, his mum had said, were right close. Since Eshal's adopted mutter was his own, that automatically made them siblings; he had yet to meet his sister in person. He didn't know what she looked like; the only thing that he knew about her was that she was much older than he.
He placed a blue tab on the chapter that he had just read then closed his book; two chapters were enough, for now. He could always pick the book up later. Right now, since it was so nice out, and since everything had remained quiet and drama-free on his and his family's little corner of Germany, he wanted to go out. He placed his book on his bookcase then left his room; all of what he and Bile had left in the field that was behind the old festival hall was collected a few hours after his fight with his fader. Nothing was lost or destroyed during the fight. Bile had his turkey-footed handle knife, his spiked knuckle knife, his satchel bag, and his book of knives again, and he had his torched stag pocketknife again. His dat's clothes—his shirt, vest, and jacket—had also been left behind; his mum had personally seen to packing and then storing them.
The bell on the door—which was repaired sometime after his and Bile's return home—was rung about twenty or thirty minutes ago. Mr. Leinart, who was a no-show for nearly a month, and Mr. Smith had come over for a visit; from what he could tell, the two men were still in the house. He went downstairs then he went into the living room, where the two men and his mum were. He automatically knew that he had made a mistake in doing that; obviously, his mum had talked to the two men about his and his fader's fight—she must of also mentioned something about his injuries, because that was what the three were talking about when he came into the room that they were in.
"Oh Gahd!" Mr. Smith said after seeing him. "You said it was bad but you didn't... oh gahd, I'm sorry but oh gahd!"
"Over doing it a bit there, Horace." Mr. Leinart said. Guyunis could tell that he was holding the "oh gahd's" back too. "Your mum was just telling us about what happened three weeks ago. Glad to see that you're up and about, Guyunis."
"Me too," Guyunis replied. "Don-k-t think I can take another day of staying-k in bed."
He didn't need to be told that he still looked like a half-wrapped mummy; his back, chest, and shoulders were still hidden behind a layer of bandaging. So were his hands. He was taking the jokes on his looking like a half-wrapped mummy in stride; what else could he do? He couldn't go around with his injuries exposed; they could get infected, like his mum was constantly saying with each day's de-wrapping, wound examining, medicating, then re-wrapping.
His hair was still singed. He was glad to still have that. His fader could well of chopped it off! Add more humiliation to what he had already felt after being hung from a tree branch then flogged in front of everyone that watched them fight. His mum had told him about how her hair was cut completely off once, during one of the bandage removals; her dat and granddat had done something similar to her—they chained her up to a piece of wood then they flogged her before torturing her with a series of candles. Her dat cut her hair completely off after the candle torturing; he—and everyone else that acted as spectators to that horrid act, he was told—still had a tassel of her cut-off hair to that day.
He could take the lengthy heal-up, but he didn't think he could last long without having his hair. His hair was apart of him—he had grown attached to its length and color. The singed parts of his hair would either fall off on their own or they'd repair themselves; he was using a special type of shampoo that his mum had gotten for him. It was suppose to keep his hair moisturized and it was also suppose to replenish the nutrients and natural oils that were burned away. So far, he hadn't seen any improvements. He still clung to the hope that, one day, the twice daily washings would pay off.
"Where are your other boys? They home or—" Mr. Leinart asked.
"Some are." his mum replied. "Hazaar and Lazeer ran off earlier; I haven't a clue as to where they are. Bile, Lhaklar, and—as you can see—Guyunis are still inside."
"Two were still inside," Bile, who was just walking past the living room doorway, said. "Got a girlfriend to see, ma. Grandbaby numbero uno about to be made."
"You best be joking, Bile. You and your brothers aren't allowed to make babies until you're thirty thousand years of age." their mother said after Bile disappeared.
"You best be joking," Bile, who's head suddenly appeared from around the corner, said in a joke-like way. "It keeps getting older! At the rate she's going, I'll be old and feeble by the time I'm allowed to reproduce."
"Did I just hear what I thought I just heard?" Lhaklar, who slowly strode into the room that Bile had just stepped into, asked. "The age for our being allowed to reproduce was upped a few thousand years?"
"Dude, she says thir-k-ty thousand now!" Guyunis said, trying to get in on the conversation that his two brothers were "complaining" about.
"Not that! Down it, mom! I'll be old and wrinkled by the time I'm allowed to date." Lhaklar feigned hysteria.
"Sorry." their mother said. "It'll be increased next year by, at least, ten thousand years. You boys shall be virgins forever."
"Noooooo!" he and his brothers rang together.
"For the record—hate to break this rather funny conversation that you four are having—, I'll be giving the order for the Rastatter Rheinaue camp to be "sprinkled" by pamphlets here in the next few hours. Should I add in a little number saying that consequences will be experienced if word reaches my offices about further assaults made on civilians?" Mr. Leinart asked.
"Being discreet for a reason, Mr. Leinart?" their mother asked.
"Yes; don't want to openly say names or disrupt any privacies or lives." Mr. Leinart replied.
"I'd like for that to be done, yes. Add in a rather serious word before consequences, though. I'm mad enough at them for what they did to Guyunis to tear their weiners off." their mother replied.
"Mum!" Guyunis exclaimed. His jaw, like Bile's and Lhaklar's, had dropped after hearing their mother say something about being mad enough to tear a man's penis off.
"With due respect, I'd say the same thing if something like what happened to Guyunis happened to one of my daughters." Mr. Smith said after a full thirty seconds of silence had fallen in the room.
"Same here," Mr. Leinart said.
The fly-over that delivered the pamphlets was done at exactly 11:42 a.m.; he was in his ship when the papers dropped down from the sky. Like with his uncle, son, and grandsons, he sent some of his staff out to grab a few; he had one in his hand now. It was a sweet little nothing to him. A threat that he read, but didn't take seriously. It simply said that the members of the Rastatter Rheinaue camp—him and his family, meaning—had violated the rights of the country's civilians by disrupting lives and causing harm to certain individuals that weren't named.
No one in his family had harmed or disrupted the lives of any of the country's people; he was quite sure that Tazir would have a high interest in the name that was signed to the pamphlets—a Stefan Alrich Leinart, who signed himself as being the "president" of the country. He had no further interest in the pamphlets; he dumped the excess that his staff had brought in in the trash then he looked at the compilation photograph of his children. For the last three weeks, he wasn't able to take his eyes from it; he was haunted by it, for some reason. It caused him to feel a sense of grief or guilt, which he shouldn't be feeling.
The guilty feeling started being felt three weeks ago. Right after he got back from beating "Numbskull" in battle. For the better part of an hour, he did nothing but stand under the running water in his bedroom chamber's adjacent bathroom. The water had felt good. His many injuries might of stung after the cool refreshment fell on them, but he enjoyed the shower. He shouldn't feel guilty at all. "Numbskull" had hurt members of his family; he had just been repaying the man for all the hurt that he caused him and his family to go through. While he felt a little remorse over striking Bile with the whip he did feel that he was in the right on that one as well—had he not warned everyone to stand back? If he recalled correctly, he said rather loudly for everyone to stand back, Bile had to of heard him. Bile was the one at fault for the one strike; if his great-great grandson would of stayed back he wouldn't of been hit or injured.
Not wanting to, but knowing that he had to, he went over to the photograph that seemed to be calling out to him. He took an album from the cabinet that was under the photograph then, very carefully, using the best, most gentle movements that he could conjure, he took the photograph down. He took the photograph and the album back to the chair that he had just gotten up from; the photograph was propped in front of him, he opened the album after taking a seat in the chair.
"A man can take but so much sorrow in a life; I nearly succumbed to my sorrow on more than one occasion." he said aloud as he started looking at the photographs of the children that he and his chosen partners had either lost before or after being born or that were lost after Shlock's Plague struck his birth galaxy.
He had photographs of all of them. Some were just plain sonograms—images taken of his young, who were still in the womb—while others were of his children who were born without breath or who died shortly after being born. Here was the "blob" that was his first child with his first and only wife, Nicolia Bloashi; that baby was in the womb for only four weeks before "disappearing". The photo on the opposite page was the second baby that he had with his first wife; it was another "blob", this child of his was in the womb for only ten weeks before "disappearing". The photo on the next page had a very blonde, but looking like a near-perfect replica of himself, infant in it. AenalaVile Daibi Surfeit was fine up to delivery; he and Nicolia were crushed after the physician in charge of the after-birth care of their newborn came back saying that their newborn was born deceased.
His first son was born a few years after Aenala; RaolVile Nyor Surfeit, a child that he mostly named after his father, was in the womb for thirty-six weeks. Though born breathing, he perished about an hour after birth. An umbilical infection was the cause for his passing. Raol was born with horns that strongly resembled his grandfather's, but he had his eyes. Another son was born after Raol; this one lived only sixteen weeks before perishing, the placenta that had around the baby had ruptured while Nicolia was sleeping. The photo of this son, UyzakaalVile Rynbrak Surfeit, showed a perfectly healthy, in-utero baby. The only child born alive from his first and only marriage was depicted on the following page; Ebaisha was a pretty, peppy, and downright spunky thing! He and Nicolia had relished in finally being able to hold and raise this child. The joy of parenthood was tarnished after the birth of their last child. The photo on the opposite page depicted a fully formed, but perfectly deceased, baby boy; QuoarVile Uwouck Surfeit was born with red-blond hair and glowing green eyes. He was also bi-colored, like him; the left side of his head and body was a peachy-orange color, while the other side of his head and body was a light gray color.
"The "blob" here, on this page, was the first child that Bikare Globoosie conceived for me. He/she lived for just two weeks before perishing." he said, after turning the page.
YalnzenVile Scalion Surfeit, his and Bikare's next born child, was born alive. He and his fiancée were relieved over hearing him cry; that relief turned to despair after he started coughing. Yalnzen, who had a half-green, half-yellow body and glowing, yellow eyes, died ten minutes after being born. Here was little HosstacranVile Maxe Surfeit; except for one area, he was born perfectly normal. His body, mostly green in color, except for his elongated ears, which were black, with striking, green Tiger-like stripes, was perfectly formed. Hosstacran was born without breath; the umbilical cord was wrapped around his little neck four times. He really wasn't sure over why the next child wasn't born alive; EpuvinaVile Dlai Surfeit, a sweet, little girl, was fine up to Bikare's beginning labor pains. Epuvina was a kicker. He was practically kicked out of bed by her. She looked most like her mother: purple eyes, lips, hair, and fingernails; her skin was a pretty, sparkly blue color, though. Bikare had pretty much closed herself off to wanting to be a mother after Epuvina's birth; while he had relished in being a father after their one and only daughter, EblouissieVile, was born, she had distanced herself from her. The "blob" that was on the next page was lost at fourteen weeks gestation; the physician in charge of Bikare's pre-natal care had just gendered the baby as a boy two days before the loss.
He and his next love, Egla Shaar, had a lot of kids together but, sadly, they only had one to show for it. Their first child was born at nineteen weeks gestation; like Angel, Egla had gone into pre-term labor. The baby, a girl, hadn't had a chance. The "blob" that was on the opposite page had spent just ten weeks in the womb before perishing; no gender was determined on that one. BuvotVile Couver Surfeit, who was on the next page, was born with the cord wrapped around his neck twice; all efforts by the physician had proved fruitless, Buvot had just refused to breathe or show any signs of life. The next child born to them was born at twenty-six weeks gestation; EszissVile Sholie Surfeit was born deformed—some of her organs were outside of her body. The infant that was on the next page had fooled them all. They were told that it was a boy; "he" was born "with a good set of lungs". AlaborieVile Beragi Surfeit had looked so much like her mother, right up to having her white hair and green eyes with yellow, cat-like pupils in their centers. Alaborie had lived only twelve hours before passing; her colon wasn't fully formed. They didn't know at the time about the deformity.
"We had a "break" from trying to have kids after Alaborie was born. I was off, conquering the Yon Galaxy, and she was visiting relatives. When I returned, we resumed our trying." he said as he took in the baby that was on the next page.
UkaeffaVile Fluef Surfeit was another of his and Egla's full-term babies; she was born big... a bit too big. Her bigness was her undoing, sadly. She got stuck in the birth canal; suffocation happened shortly after that happened. She had red hair, red eyes, and white hair. A son was conceived and then born next; the placenta that was around little TrawajiVile Egareo Surfeit, his perfect replica, had ruptured at thirty-five weeks gestation. Nothing on his, Egla's, or the physician's part was able to change the fate of that baby. The umbilical cord was also wrapped around his neck—five times! ShilaVile Eether Surfeit, who looked like a perfect blend of himself and his beloved Egla, had entered the Universe without so much as a gasp or peep. IrikirVile Chabor Surfeit was born so badly deformed that a gender was barely able to be determined before burial; he looked almost like Duru, except for having no ears, that was. TaelaVile Tarali Surfeit was active up to Egla's labor pains; no determination on the cause of death was made. Taela had looked like a little clone of her mother. A miscarriage was experienced five years later; the gender of the child wasn't determined due to the fetus being only five weeks along. A lot of begging was made on his part after the miscarriage; he had promised Egla, who was such an emotional wreck at the time, that, if the next one didn't make it, he'd get his scrotum—his boals, as he called them back then—snipped. While the birth of Duru was a blessing—the only child out of twelve attempts to remain living—, it came with a horrible price. Egla contracted Puerperal Fever, or Childbed Fever, soon after giving birth; instead of putting his happiness to the side to look after his woman, he continued being the happy new dad. Another horrible act in his history happened two weeks after his son's birth: Egla passed away. Even after all the efforts put in to save her, she still died. The call to the physician wasn't made in time.
"While my papa was sympathetic to our losses, hers was not," he thought after placing the album and the photograph back in their respective places in his ship's living room. "Egla was a young thing when we met, she hadn't even turned two thousand, nine hundred years old yet. Lorboriann kept going on, saying how I was turning her into a baby machine. He also said that her youth was the cause for so many lost pregnancies. I took a lot of flak in our relationship from him—he even tried to get me arrested for manslaughter charges after Egla died; he tried to put her death off on me. Her mammaw was also a bitch—Amjufaria had three children, all daughters, but she was particularly protective of Egla. When Egla and I started seeing one another, the two did all they could to keep us apart—they even tried moving away, twice! The words that came from Amjufaria's mouth still turn my blood to this day."
He shook his head at the memory of the Shaar's trying to get him arrested for molesting their daughter. The very thought of touching their daughter, who hadn't yet reached her adult years, was far from his mind. Most of their time spent in dating had revolved around seeing movies, eating meals, taking drives, and, yes, taking long walks in parks. Lorboriann Shaar had threatened him with a rifle once—right up under the chin; the man was serious in trying to scare him off. If not for Egla's persistence in wanting to see him, he would of dropped the relationship right then and there. Actually, he TRIED to drop the relationship long before the rifle incident; when an attraction was felt, it was really hard to stay away and say no.
He felt better after going through the album that had all of his children in it. The guilty feeling was gone; maybe all he needed was a little looksie at the past—it was a while since his last checking of the album, and he couldn't remember when he last remembered the ordeal that he went through with Lorboriann and Amjufaria Shaar. After placing the compilation photograph, and the album, back in their respective places, he went down to his ship's stable. He grabbed a saddle, a blanket, a bridle, then a riding crop then went down the stable's one aisle. The horse that he picked to tack was a young one; three years old, with good bone and pedigree. The color—whitish-gray, with a good splashing of brown and black spots all over—was unique in his herd of fifty. The white sclera was also unique; most of his animals had plain brown or black eyes. This one was a surprise. He tacked the horse up then led him out. He rode off at the same time that Bile, Lhaklar, and Guyunis were meeting up with Angus Behrends, Aubin Paternoster, Astor Bonnaire, Seth Horowitz, and Jarvis Adlersflügel.
"Dude! You're alive and about!" Angus Behrends exclaimed after seeing Guyunis.
"And still there upstairs," Guyunis gave the side of his head a light knocking with his fist.
"And half mummied." Astor said. "Lhaklar said something a few days ago about how you and your dat got into a fight."
"Said you came home looking "bathed" in blood." Seth said.
"I was pu-k-t through a wood chipper." Guyunis smiled.
"As you can tell, his sense of humor is still intact." Bile mock-slugged a fist at Guyunis's head. Guyunis dodged the blow perfectly.
"And his reflexes are still as good as ever." Lhaklar said.
Lhaklar jumped after his adoptive brother placed his hand on his shoulder; he was wearing a muscle shirt that day. Since most of his other shirts were dirty, he was forced to don Mr. Blue-Muscle. His shoulder gave off a crisp white vapor right after Guyunis touched it. His brother had used a form of his Elemental Water power to make his shoulder go from being its normal temperature to freezing cold; he wiped his shoulder with his hand then shook it. Bile snickered then shook his head.
"His powers are good to go as well." Bile said.
"Mom said for you to take it easy and to not use your powers," Lhaklar said to Guyunis. He automatically took on an adult stance. "You're not healed enough; using your powers could make the healing process slow up."
"Don't think his use of the Freeze ability hurt him any," Bile said.
"Still the principle of it; he's been hurt, he needs to take it easy. Using his powers is not a form of taking it ea—"
"Okay dat, I hear ya. Go back home, ge-k-t back in bed." Guyunis said.
Bile couldn't help himself on that one; he laughed. Good and hard and long. Lhaklar thought that he had lost it, while Angus and Aubin smiled silly, but all-knowing and understanding, smiles. Astor Bonnaire, Seth Horowitz, and Jarvis Adlersflügel didn't hang around Bile or Guyunis that much; they mostly hung around Lhaklar. They didn't know how to react to Bile's outburst.
When Bile was through with his bout of laughter, he suggested that they go down to the dump that was in Au am Rhein; Angus, Aubin, and Guyunis were for this, while Lhaklar, Astor, Seth, and Jarvis weren't. Lhaklar and his friends wanted to go somewhere else—somewhere that wasn't stinky, sticky, or messy. After a few minutes of back and forth chatter—Bile explaining why he wanted to go to the dump; Bile explaining that they could keep anything that they found; and Bile explaining that there was nothing wrong in their going to the dump—, they followed him. They reached the dump in ten minutes time; they started sifting around almost at once. Lhaklar's friends were reluctant to join-in on the fun, at first, then, when things started being found, they let their curiosity take over.
Astor found a whole set of pots and pans that looked brand new soon after starting in on the first heap of junk that his eye landed on. Seth found some blankets that were in relatively good shape and some weights that, again, were in good shape. Jarvis found a set of fine china, then some good silverware about ten minutes after he started sifting through the heaps of piled up junk.
"Hey! Bile," Aubin yelled over at Bile, who was between two big heaps of rather rank junk.
"Yeah?"
"Want your watch back?"
"Hell yeah!"
"Wasn't able to return it to you. Too much going on at the time, y'know." Aubin said after walking Bile's pocket watch over to its owner.
"Don't worry over it." Bile said. He pocketed the watch then went back to sifting through the piles of junk that he was between.
Lhaklar stayed near Guyunis; he felt a need to keep close to him, and to keep him in his sights. While he kept his sights on his brother, he sifted through the piles of stuff that were near him. He found a relatively fresh grocery bag that had a fairly new, Champagne-colored, ruffle romance rosette bed set in it soon after starting his search; a set of matching pillows—two sham and a throw—were found soon after the bed set was. His mother did need a new set of bedding—the two sets that she had were getting a little faded; both were washed more than six times that month. The next thing that he found he was tempted to put on; it was a custom-made pendant. The pendant was made out of a purple-colored Fluorite crystal. He slid that into his pocket then decided to move his location. Just a bit. Just to give his search a more fresh feeling—searching in one spot could get boring right quick.
"Granddad'll have a cow!" he said five minutes later, after pulling a walnut finish box from the pile of junk that he had only just started sifting through.
"What is it?" Astor asked. Lhaklar walked the box over then opened it. "Dude! Serious? You've got to be fuckin' kiddin' me! Someone threw that out?"
"They real or fake?" Lhaklar asked. His friend started sifting through the box's contents.
"Crystal Opal; light green Kyanite; long, phantom-clear Quartz; golden Topaz; and Aquamarine..." Astor said as he looked at each of the stones, some of which had already been cut for jewelry-use, that were in the box. "My dat would pay you handsomely for this whole box!"
"I take it that they're all real?"
"As far as I can tell, all genuine."
Lhaklar sent the box home via a spell then went back to looking for more trinkets and "treasures". His resumed search paid off a few minutes later, when he found a completed model of the Boothill Express—a type of custom-made, hearse-like vehicle that was based off a 1850 horse-drawn funeral coach. He left the dump with his three friends a few minutes later; they cleaned themselves up, had a private talk, smoked a few cigarettes, then returned.
"What is this, family day at the dump?" Lhaklar asked after seeing that his two, younger brothers had taken his place sometime during his absence.
"Must be," Hazaar, who was off to the side, having a smoke, replied.
Sometime after their temporary exit of the dump, Bile came by an old, but nearly mint in-condition, Atari XE game system. The system was missing a small chip on one of its corners, and it was filthy, but it looked in good shape to take home, clean up, then use. Hazaar and Lazeer were contacted after the system was found; they were asked if the system could be used at home, if they wanted it, and if they were going to use it right after teleporting to the dump. Three controllers—two joy-stick's and a handheld gun—and a whole slew of games were found soon after the two showed a clear interest in the system.
A Viking skull knife was found soon after the game system and its controllers and games were discovered, then, not long after the knife was found, a 12" Tanto, or short blade sword, that had skeleton art and etchings covering the handle and sheath, was found. Bile was agog with excitement over that find; he had even found the tanto's skeletal hand stand a few minutes later.
"Your collec-k-tion keeps get-k-ting better and better, B." Guyunis said after the Tanto was shown and then handed around.
An executioner style axe, that had a skull between the two blades, and a wire-wrapped grip, was found next; Guyunis was crushed after a .45 Cal., trigger assisted knife, that had skull designs on it, was found a few minutes later. He was blue for all of five minutes before perking up. He found an aqua seed bead necklace; a wolf tooth pendant, that had a howling wolf styled, titanium cap; two gold chain necklaces; then two pendants—a round, red onyx hung from one, while that other had a black onyx colomn hanging from it. Hazaar and Lazeer just stood around; they neither helped in the search nor started searches of their own.
The search of the dump was concluded ten minutes after Guyunis's finds were found; discoveries were starting to thin out, and the smell was starting to get a bit too nauseating. Bile led his four brothers, Angus and Aubin, Astor Bonnaire, Seth Horowitz, and Jarvis Adlersflügel out of the dump. They followed him in a straight line which, they quickly discovered, was a very bad idea. Guyunis's energy levels were very high. He was excited, and he was taking a few chances that were making them nervous. The chance that he took in sticking his arm out of the shield made them break out in a sweat. His acting like he was going to jump out of the shield made all of them swallow. Twice. When he followed through with the latter action, they stopped; his brothers gawked at him for just a second before getting hysterical.
"Are you insane!" Bile exclaimed.
"Get back in the shield!" Hazaar shrieked.
"You trying to get yourself killed?" Lazeer asked. He was trying to keep himself from calling their mother.
"Be silly and dangerous in here, under the safety of the shield." Lhaklar, who was pacing along the interior shield-wall, that separated him from Guyunis, said.
His mood hadn't yet wore off so, instead of doing as his bruders told him to do, he walked off. Into the heavy brush that flanked the far eastern side of Au am Rhein. Earlier, when he asked permission to leave the house, he was told no. His mum had wanted him to stay in for a while longer. She wanted him to be a little more healed before venturing out and getting into what she called "boy-mischief". He had only been allowed to leave the house after promising to stick near Bile and Lhaklar; his bandages were just changed when he asked if he could go out. Bile and Lhaklar had feigned annoyance over "babysitting" him; he had shown his annoyance clearly. Their mum had asked him if the decision on his leaving the house needed to be taken back after his annoyance was voice; he said no then went out with his bruders.
Even after his clear, and totally uncalled for, exhibition of annoyance over having to be with Bile and Lhaklar during his outing, he and his bruders had a good time. They stopped at one of their town's smoothie shops for a smoothie, then they gave a few, good-looking girlies a stare, then they met up with Angus, Aubin, Astor Bonnaire, Seth Horowitz, and Jarvis Adlersflügel—all of whom were called long before their exit of the house.
Mr. Leinart and Mr. Smith's visit was a long one. Mr. Smith had relayed all of the news from his end: he and everyone else in his refugee group were staying in Germany; the "Trolls" hadn't scared them off. His wife, a lady that he introduced as Winifred, had gotten a job about a week to two weeks ago. Since he was still dealing with the injuries that TazirVile Lajoshu Surfeit had given him, he couldn't go out to find or get a job yet. His two daughters, Rebecca and Ashleigh, were doing just fine. Making friends and staying out of trouble. Mr. Leinart had said that everyone and everything on his end were doing well; there was a little thing coming up that he and his wife were attending—some sort of pool thing, where everyone just sat or relaxed in their bathing suits around a big ol' pool. His mum was given an invitation to join—she wasn't sure on attending. She said that, if things remained well at home, she'd give it a good consideration.
"Guyunis!" his bruder, Bile, yelled. "Come back, man!"
If he wasn't having so much fun in driving his bruders up a wall and back he would of gone back. He didn't understand the reason for why his bruders were so nervous about his leaving the shield; there was no one around—he was fine! The ground underfoot was wet and "mushy". Little shoots of green grass were coming up from the soil. The leaf-less trees around him looked to be trying to sprout some new leaves. The bushes were just as thick as could be; there were mushrooms all over the place. If he had a bag with him, he'd of started collecting some of them. Mushrooms were a good source of protein; he liked them and he sort of needed them in his diet. So did his family. Mushrooms kept a being healthy; his family could use a little extra protein in their diets.
The temperature for that day was "guessed" at seventy degrees; it felt a little warmer than that. He was sweating just a little bit. The bandaging that was around his torso was getting damp with his sweat; while that wasn't good, he didn't worry himself over it. His mum would probably look at the soiled bandaging then tell him to sit down. The day's third de-wrapping, checking, medicating, and then re-wrapping would happen afterwards. It was good to be and feel loved.
He had just stopped to gaze at the biggest colony of Champignons that he had ever seen—they were growing on a downed tree; the remnants of the trunk were covered with mushrooms—when he felt a pair of arms grab him around the middle. The arms that had him yanked him back with such force that his teeth clacked. The tip of his tongue, which was burned three weeks ago, and which was one of only two injuries on him to heal quickly, was nearly bitten after he was yanked back. He started flailing his arms at once; dread over leaving the shield seized him. He cursed himself for walking into a trap. He was in no shape to fight. His body was still broken, and sore; he'd not last a second in battle.
He had just kicked his leg back when he noticed the color of the arms that were around his middle. A relieved sigh escaped him after he noticed the colors—the left being yellow, the right green—then he turned around. Bile, his "abductor", stood before him; a brow rose, but no words were spoken.
"Trying to castrate me?" Bile, who was lacking the torn, brown shirt that he wore earlier, asked. "Y'came within a fraction of an inch of making me sing Dixie, Bro."
"Sorry," Guyunis said in a small voice.
"Tell that to my nearly assaulted testes." Bile said. He grabbed Guyunis by the shoulder then heaved him around. He then gave Guyunis a shove after he was facing the way he had come.
While Guyunis was a cool, little brother, he still experienced them moments where he was just plain annoying. The too-lively side that he just showed was a prime example of that; if times were different, they wouldn't of bat an eye at Guyunis's playful, abrupt exit of the shield. They'd of joked. Would of said little nothing's about his best getting back in before someone sees him then decides to play "hook" with his drawers. With the people in the Rastatter Rheinaue camp still around, and with Dark Dad playing prowl on the shield's exterior, it was very wise to stay inside the shield. He and his biological brothers had waited just two minutes before deciding to go out to retrieve Guyunis. Their friends had followed; that was right surprising. They had figured that their human "company" for the day would stay behind the shield. Would stay where it was safe. Instead, their friends followed them out then started helping them search for their AWOL brother.
Most of them decided to stay close together. Only he had ventured away from his group. Finding Guyunis, then bringing him back, was high on his current agenda of things to do. He was away from his group for maybe two minutes before locating his brother; a quick grab had done the trick in instilling a little fear on the creep. He hadn't meant to hurt him, or cause him to get worked up; all he was doing was playing out an example. He thumped Guyunis's head twice while on the walk back to the group, his brother turned to look at him on both thumpings. That made him laugh inside. A little pick-ons was good every once in a while; made the nerves settle, and it also helped in establishing "rank". In his mind, he was the oldest of their mother's children; he had a right in pranking and picking on his siblings.
His shirt was right where he left it: on a branch, that was just barely hanging on a rather thin-trunked tree, that had seen much better days. He grabbed and then tucked it into the back of his pants. It was a bit humid in his area; he was sweating. He was also a little uncomfortable. Walking around shirtless wouldn't hurt anything. It might just aid the wound that he had on his shoulder, chest, and upper stomach region to heal a little faster. Like Guyunis, his top-half was being treated to twice daily de-wrappings, checkings, medicatings, and re-wrappings. He was trying to not succumb to the current fussy nature of their mother; while he loved being loved and pampered, he did like to have his space from time to time.
The "reunion" with their group went well. Lhaklar tried to act like the "Big Man" for all of two minutes before cooling down. Hazaar sighed in relief, then slugged a fist at Guyunis's right arm. Lazeer pushed Guyunis twice, then gave him a hug, then told him 'welcome back'. The humans sighed, then turned to look in the direction of the shield. It was nearly ten minutes since their exit of their safety-zone; while nothing had happened, they were still nervous. He let the reunion's happy activities go on for another three minutes before saying for everyone to follow him. He was in the process of leading his group of ten back to the shield when an explosion happened to their right; they had just turned in that direction when they bolted. Two Goat-like beings were charging at them from that side.
"See? This type of shit wouldn't be happening if you'd of not left the shield!" Lhaklar snapped at Guyunis.
"I didn-k-t know!" Guyunis yelled back.
The shield, which was only a hundred or so yards behind them, suddenly became too far for them to run to. Jarvis Adlersflügel put on the breaks right after seeing the man; he turned, then tried to make his way back down the worn-down path that they had just come from, while they either continued running or stopped. Jarvis didn't get far before stopping and then turning back around. Astor Bonnair, Seth Horowitz, and Angus Behrends shivered after seeing the man that barred their path. Aubin Paternoster took a step towards the man before stopping and then looking behind him to see what was going on. Bile grabbed Hazaar and Lazeer by the collar of their shirts; he yanked them to being behind him then he looked over at Lhaklar and Guyunis, who were the only ones that were "separated" from the group. The Goat-like beings, one with gray fur, the other with brown, ran up then stationed themselves so they couldn't get past. A Lizard-like being appeared on their right, while a man that looked half Scottish Terrier and half rat appeared on their left.
If it was only them four, they'd of been fine; he and his brothers would of been able to face off and then send them packing quickly. Sadly, that type of luck wasn't in their favor. The way to the shield was blocked by the man that he called Dark Dad. His action in grabbing his two, younger brothers was done with protection on the mind: Dark Dad had once attacked Lhaklar, who was off on his own at the moment; Hazaar was still walking around with a limp; and Lazeer's face was still very badly swollen. He didn't want to see his father turn them inside out.
"Excellent work, boys." Master Vile said after the fleeing group was stopped in their tracks.
"We aim to please Our Evil Excellency." the four men stationed around the group of ten said in unison.
A grin spread across his face as he took in the members of the group that was just captured. For months, he had waited for this day. Where he could get not one or two but all of them out in the open. The senseless beating of the one that stood just behind the man that his family continued to call his brother's son had only wet his whistle; it was time to finish what he started with the kid, and it was also time to off the two other brats and then claim his son as his.
He wasn't but so worried over Bile when he was fighting off the Goblins and then his uncle three weeks ago; Bile owed his size and strength to him. He gave his son his size and strength and his son had used both to his great advantage in keeping both parties at bay. While his son receiving that one lash from the whip that that bumbling bum-bum was a surprise, he had still not shown any concern over it; his son had gotten up afterwards. He had shown who was boss by claiming the very soul that Shaam was beating as his own. He was so ecstatic over the sudden change in his boy that he went back to the newly renovated White House for Martinis.
Rourke was stationed by the shield on the day that the dealings between his great-grandfather and the dark guy happened; a quick call was made then he teleported to the location quickly. He wasn't able to do anything else afterwards. His family, who were all on the shield's interior, had ignored his every call. He took care of them after the Martinis were consumed: each and every being involved in the skirmish that was going on inside the shield had received a nice fine from him. $3000 for not doing as he, the owner and ruler of the planet that they were on, had told them to do. So far, none of them had paid that fine; they had just twenty-four hours to go before he showed up with guards. Arrests would be made if that fine wasn't paid. Some of the children involved in the skirmish had also been fined—as a way to infuriate and then shame their parents; the fine for the young ones that acted as spectators to the event was $1,500. A small price, but one that'd still get some heads turning.
Lynster was given the order to keep close to his family's camps some months ago; by way of the Claydo, he found that, some weeks ago, his uncle had some form of contact with Angel. His Daughter-Mate was said to be a "prisoner" of the German people. They had her in a "bunker" somewhere. While that was unnerving, and highly concerning, he didn't think that was the case with her. Maybe she was being kept in the Chancellery, or in another building that made up the country's government; his daughter was an important being to the Earthlings, he knew that they'd not treat her in that fashion.
"According to what I was able to gather from the little device that I hooked up to the backside of your uncle's ship, she looked in good health and was dressed very formally for the occasion that she was attending." Lynster said after returning to relay the news of what he heard.
And why would his Daughter-Mate be attending an event or dressing "very formally" if she was a captive? Captives were people who were forced to wear the rags that they were either thrown or that the clothes that they were wearing when they were captured had become. His family were really showing their Fool Shoes; if they thought his daughter, who was attending events that she was appropriately dressed for, was a captive then they really needed to either schedule an appointment with a head-shrink or go home. Earth Air must be getting to them.
Bile's chest was heavily wrapped in bandaging; the top-half of the dark guy's body was also wrapped in bandaging. What did that tell him? His family might up and say that the two went to the hospital for treatment of their wounds; he was leaning heavily towards Angel being the doctor in charge of their care. Maybe, Bile brought the guy to wherever they were staying; Angel had a heart and then treated them both. Her goodness was nauseating at times, but it had good points. He viewed the care of their son as a good thing. Bile needed nurturing—not a lot, but a little—and Angel had given him it. The Hazaar-kid still had his limp and the Lazeer-kid had a horrible wound to his face that looked little-treated; what did that tell him? That Angel had abandoned them! Angel had picked the better of her offspring to care for. He disregarded the splint that was on Lhaklar's left arm; that could well of been placed there by someone working in a hospital or medical clinic.
"I see that you're hanging with a little better crowd nowadays." he said as he stopped before his son, who eyed him most distrustfully. "The humans may not be the best of company, but the ones that you've chosen to hang with are in a lot better shape than them puny, so-called brothers of yours. My young son and, eventual, heir, I approve. If you're to walk in my footsteps one day, you must have good caliber company."
"He will never walk in your footsteps," Hazaar snapped.
"While that may be true now, he'll have a change in mood in the next coming months after I've removed him from this planet." he snarled at Hazaar, who snarled back. A small smile pulled at the corner of his mouth; he kept the smile on as he turned his attention towards Lhaklar. "You and I have some unfinished business to take care of, Brat. We never finished our dance last year. It was most unfavorably interrupted."
"Yes, and I thank them full-heartily." Lhaklar said back.
"There are no "uncles" of yours around for a repeat, Boy. You best prepare yourself for pain." Master Vile said evilly. He then turned his attention towards Lazeer. "You, being the younger of the three to perish on this day, will be the quickest to fall. With that mutilated face of yours, you won't be that fast to prevent the pain that'll be inflicted on you."
"So says you." Lazeer said back.
"The humans in this group are to be captured and then transported to the Americas." Master Vile said to his staff, who nodded their heads in full understanding and agreement.
It happened fast. The two Goat-like men, the Lizard-like man, and the man who looked like a cross between a Scottish Terrier and a rat ran forward. Master Vile jabbed his hand at Bile's unprotected chest; after his son dropped to his knees, he grabbed Hazaar, who reciprocated the gesture. Master Vile's scream was heard for miles; the electric current that raced up his arm was so charged that his bones could be seen. Master Vile had just swiped his hand at the youngster when Guyunis sprang forward. A quick punch to the man's gut proved just the thing needed for an opening to the shield to be made. Angus Behrends, Aubin Paternoster, Astor Bonnaire, Seth Horowitz, and Jarvis Adlersflügel charged forward like panic-stricken bulls on a bull-run; they reached the shield with no trouble at all, then they turned to see what was going on with their friends.
Nygiti Meltin, now deprived of his duty, went after Lazeer. He grabbed and then restrained the kid quickly; Lazeer thrashed his arms and legs for a few minutes before going still. Rourke Ibmhun grabbed and then restrained Hazaar; a knee to the groin stopped the kid from fighting him. Lynster Purlachi grabbed and then shoved Lhaklar against a tree; he held him firmly in place, then he waited for orders. Galong Exadhoo stood between Bile and Guyunis; he was ready should he be needed to cause any pain to either of the two kids that weren't yet restrained. Master Vile recovered from being punched slowly; when his recovery was over, he stood tall. He walked towards Guyunis, who stood his ground bravely.
"My brother made a good son in you," the man said to Guyunis. "I'm surprised, though, that after so many months of causing grief for these four—" he gestured at Bile, then at Lhaklar, then at Hazaar and Lazeer. "—you've decided to stick up for them. You've got good blood in you. If not for my brother being your father, you'd be joining the three brats that are to be destroyed today. Be a good Surfeit and stand to the side, will you? I'd hate to add you to today's brutally-done activities."
Nothing more infuriated him than seeing his family be hurt by others. The man that stood before him had hurt his family on more than one occasion, and not just in the real recent past either. He had caused his mum pain; had raped her, had put marks on her body sometime before Bile's birth. He tried to kill Bile and Lhaklar when they were mere infants. He tried to kill Lhaklar last year, in November. He tried to prevent Hazaar's, and then Lazeer's births. He caused his mum to be stressed after his youngest bruder was born. While the man was big and powerful, and stood two and a half inches taller than he, he didn't look all that imposing. The blue-tinted glasses that he wore were outlandish; the black robe looked more like a dress than a robe; the breast-plate was too shiny; the shoulder wraps were too bulky... how anyone could be intimidated, or take the man, who wore all of this strange attire, seriously was beyond him.
The power that he feared was released right after the man said his little speech. The man went flying; the vapor that he shot at him flung him towards the shield. The man was flung back, towards him, after the shield zapped him. A series of bright sparks flew from the Lizard-like man that was nearest him. His bruders were released; they dropped to the ground as he fired his unknown power at their restrainers. The Scottish Terrier/rat thing sent a stream of energy at him; the energy exploded after his green and orange burst collided with it. Another burst sent the creature flying high. A band of his unknown power came out of his eyes next; when it struck the Goat-like man, who had gray fur, a mighty explosion was heard. The gray-furred, Goat-like man dropped to the ground like a sack of potatoes right after being struck by his unknown power.
The other Goat-like man fought him for a short while before succumbing to violent spasms; he used his unknown power to grab the man at the last second. As his final opponent lay on the ground, shaking and frothing at the mouth, he walked forward, towards his brothers. He and they regrouped, then went back to the shield quickly; the humans surrounded them for just a second before backing off. Even though they were talking, he couldn't hear them. Once again, for the second time that year, he had lost his hearing.
"Dude! One of these days, you'll have to teach me that Fire ability of yours." Bile said. He turned to look at Lhaklar. "I told you, didn't I? He can do combination fire! Green with an orangey inside."
"Teach all of us, not just Bile. You practically beat Master Vile and his minions with both of your arms tied behind your back!" Hazaar exclaimed.
"They never stood a chance!" Lazeer yelled.
Lhaklar noticed that something wasn't right with him quickly; he tottered, just barely holding onto his balance, for a minute or so, then dropped to one of his knees then, not long after, his side. The power that he had just used had come from him so easily. So little effort on his part was used after that power was used, but, like all the other times that he had used it, he was effected by it. He started coughing up blood, then he started frothing at the mouth right after falling to his side; his bruders stared at him for only a second before going to action. The last thing that he saw, before his vision was lost, was them arguing. They argued for thirty seconds before turning to look at him; his vision blacked out after Bile came forward.
"Guyunis? You okay?" his bruder asked.
He never answered that question. He lost contact with the world around him; all feeling ceased as he fell into that void of sleep that he was all too familiar with.
