DRAGON CAMPAIGN
CHAPTER 7
The hidden alliance
Thin droplets of liquid rained down upon the damp cave floors in the unknown areas of Vellweb. Legends say that the ancient civilization who founded the city before it took to the skies, once used this underground passage as a means of transporting civilians to safety in times of war.
However, times were different now and yet, the more things change the more they stay the same. This small bit of knowledge was lost, however, to the minds of its current travelers as they continued to stumbled about the narrow path. They had been traveling for hours now and still there seemed to be no end in sight.
Belzack clutched his bleeding chest for the twentieth time. His breaths came in huge gasps now as he fought every inch of the way, taking it one step at a time. He was now walking with a noticeable crouch and his arm continued to seek the adjacent walls for support.
Zieg watched his friend sympathetically. Belzack had insisted he take the lead and that his injuries were unimportant. Zieg saw the truth behind this lie right before his very eyes. His friend was far from 'ok'.
"Give it a rest Bel." Zieg sighed. He stopped in his tracks abruptly and slouched down on the side-wall of the rocky cavern tunnel. He was faring almost just as bad as his partner. His shoulder continued to ache and the chains were relentlessly biting into his flesh every step of the way. His back also hurt like hell. He had been doing fairly good until recently. After receiving the beatings he had before entering the pit, then suffering a dislocated shoulder and now walking hours through a damp dark cave, his body was finally calling it quits.
Zieg carefully closed his eyes, trying to find some sort of comfortable position to sit in through all the pain that was currently lacing his body. "You'll only kill yourself if you keep going. I say its time we take a rest for a short while. Then we can move on."
Belzack turned around to see the crouched from of his companion then nodded shortly. It seemed all of his energy left him as the big man leaned against his side of the wall, sinking to a siting position. "You seem to have a particular knack for accepting the hard facts Zieg. Strange how someone as young as you can be trained with such wisdom."
"Wisdom? Bah! Hell I'm just tired Bel. I know when I'm beat!"
Belzack couldn't help the laugh that issued forth from his mouth. It was a good feeling. He hadn't really ever laughed much before meeting Zieg. The man had a special talent for getting on the good side of people. Almost as if his ambition was like a flame and everyone else were moths.
Belzack crooked his head back, leaning it against the slightly wet surface of the cavern wall. "You know what I mean Zieg. You've got good leadership skills. You know when to do the right thing at the right time."
Zieg grinned and gave his friend and unconvinced look.
"It's true. Given your methods are somewhat rash and slightly hasty, you've got what it takes to be a born leader. Sometimes I think this talk of your rebellion against the Winglys may very well become reality some day. If only people would mound up the courage to follow you."
Zieg sighed at being reminded of his far off goal. The years he spent in the mines had brought him closer to the reality of how far off this dream was yet at the same time, something continued to burn in his heart, making his need for rebellion grow even more with each passing day. "Hey Bel… When did you first start working these mines?"
"Hm?" It was clear the big man had not been expecting a question like that. "What do you mean?"
"Just what I said. When did you start working the mines of Vellweb?"
Belzack was quiet for a moment as he thoughtfully rubbed his chin. "It's odd that you would ask me a question like that now. I guess I've spent the better half of my life in the mines."
"How many years?" Zieg reiterated.
"About twenty years now. I've been here since I was eight."
Zieg's eyes widened. "Twenty years? No wonder you look like a hulk! No offense."
Belzack chuckled slightly. "None taken. It's not so bad I suppose. I mean I always hated it and wanted to get out but there was really nothing left for me. When I was taken, my family was killed. All my neighbors and friends as well. Those damn Winglys made sure my whole world was destroy before they took me to this evil place."
Zieg nodded his head sympathetically. "I know what that's like. My family was also killed when I was young. Luckily I found friends who were good enough to take me in. But even then, the Winglys took them from me too." Zieg's clenched fists shook with silent fury as the images of his past once more began to flash before his eyes. "They killed my entire city. It's been seven years since that's happened. I've learned to cope with the pain but I'll never forget… or forgive."
Belzack nodded his head in a gesture of understanding. "Seven years huh? Well that's not bad considering how long others are stuck in these mines."
"Well it was terrible for me. Every day I burned to get out. The last thing I want is to be helping the Winglys in any way."
A light grin played across Belzack's face. "I thought you might say something like that."
Zieg returned the grin, slowly pushing himself up off the ground. "Seven years ago, before I entered this hell hole, I made the Wingly Emperor a promise."
"Oh? What would that be?" Belzack asked, as he too stood up from his sitting position.
"I promised him I'd give him a guided tour through the tip of my blade."
Belzack grinned lightly. "No wonder the Wingly pointedly dislike you. Yet another reason to respect you. In the eye of a demon, you refuse to flinch."
"Yeah but in the wake of pain, I sure as hell know how to stop and take a break!"
Both men laughed a bit as they rested their backs on the cavern walls. "Well we've rested long enough I think." Zieg finally decided then pushed himself off the walls. "We might as well keep moving."
Belzack nodded his head. Once again, he found himself impressed with this man who dared to defy the Wingly overlords. No matter what, there was one thing Belzack was sure of; Zieg's heart burned with a passion that would bring about a war against the Wingly's, a war which he was not at all afraid to fight if it meant standing by this man in battle.
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Deep in the recesses of the northern continent was a small isolated cave in the upper regions of Cevolia. Once this area flourished as one of the many kingdoms belonging to the dragons. Now all that was left after Wingly conquest centuries ago, was a graveyard of bones and ashes linking back to a forgotten past.
Nonetheless, this was where a lone figure walked fearfully through one of the deep cavern areas. Each soft hiss of air seeping through the shadows made him jump. Each drip of cavern dew gave him yet another sharp intake of breath. Suffice to say, this man was definitely terrified of his surroundings.
Nonetheless, he took another step forward, walking through a large opening into yet another deep passage of the cave. Fortunately for him, this area was lit with a dull light. A warm comforting breeze greeted him upon entry and suddenly he knew exactly where he was.
"You're late…" Came a deep voice from the farther shadows of the cave.
The man could feel his body shaking even more from the harshness of that voice. "I… I had no choice." He replied. "This was the first chance I got to get here. I could not risk being detected."
The man pulled his hood back to reveal the platinum hair and light green eyes of one belonging to the Wingly race.
"How do we know you won't betray us? To go against your own kind obviously marks you off as one who has no loyalty to anyone."
The Wingly took a tentative step back. "I am not a traitor to you. Especially with the news I come to bring you now."
"Am I supposed to be impressed?" The voice asked, this time growing in so much intensity the cavern began to shake slightly.
"Give it a rest Thulrax." Interrupted another huge voice. This time the figure belonging to the voice walked out of the shadows to reveal a bright red Dragon with huge sharp spikes protruding from its massive face as well as a trail of smaller ones lining the sides of its neck.
"I do not smell any hint of deception on this man. He can be trusted. At least for the moment."
Thulrax, the black dragon, narrowed his eyes into slits as he glared at Zanatos, the Red, but said nothing. He simply lowered his head, signaling for the Wingly man to continue.
"You may go on." Zanatos replied, bringing his face even more into the light. Upon closer inspection, the Wingly felt slightly intimidated once more. As always, whenever he gazed upon the face of this powerful red beast, he could always see clearly why the creature was most popularly nick named 'the one-eyed Dragon'. Legend had it, the red lost its eye during the first war between the Wingly's and the dragons. Zanatos had led the attack and in the end Zanatos had openly challenged the Wingly Emperor. He had paid for his youthful arrogance. At the time Zanatos was young and believed the dragon race could win. Unfortunately, the Wingly's were controlling the Virage and thus, the numbers were far greater then anything the dragons could do against them.
Zanatos eye was the price for his foolishness yet he never forgot that day and though the current Wingly Emperor was three generations under the Emperor he had dueled with at the time, He would still have his vengeance and see that the Wingly Emperor died by his hands.
The Wingly man knew full well of Zanatos hate for Wingly's making his visit all the more terrifying. Yet he also knew what was important thus he swallowed his fear and looked the dragon straight in the eye. "Zanatos, you've known me for nearly a year now… all of you have. Thulrax, Domiviantez, Qu'uvulon, all of you, you all know of my loyalty to you, despite my race. We've had dealings in our past and I've given you ways to oppose the Wingly Empire successfully. But now my friends… I believe now is the greatest time to act."
"And why should we do that?" Qu'vulon the white asked, finally seeping her head from out of the shadows.
"Our Emperor has done the unthinkable. He has issued for the members of the council to find him the Signet spheres."
"WHAT?!?!?" Zanatos eye quickly widened in unbridled shock. So surprised was he, a lick of fire seeped from his mouth, singeing the hem of the Wingly's cloak.
"Duvok, you are one amongst the Wingly council! How could you let this happen? How could you let things come to this?"
"I had no choice Zanatos! Everyone knows how powerful Melbu Frahma is! No one would dare to oppose him. The council exists only to sate his sick desire for amusement. When one of our council members finally did stand up to him, Frahma executed him, right before our very eyes. He didn't even have a shred of remorse in his soul, even though the man he killed was his most trusted advisor."
"…Hmm… Interesting." Zanatos replied, using a single sharp nail to message his massive chin. "It appears Frahma is growing to be more and more insane by the day."
"Not just that!" Duvok replied. "He grows more powerful by the moment as well! If nothing is done, Frahma will acquire the power he demands and finally be able to destroy everything. Nothing will be able to stop him then, nothing! I'm telling you, we must act now! Before it's too late!"
"I am not to sure about that. It would be best if we hasten our efforts but still we should bid our time until we have enough strength to-"
"Bah! The hell with biding our time!" Seethed Thulrax. "As much as I despise him, the Wingly is right. The longer we wait and think this through, the more time Frahma has to acquire the key to the signet sphere. You know it's our duty to ensure that that never happens. We've been given that responsibility."
"Don't you think I know that?!? I want to end this just as bad as you but it will avail us little if we rush in head long only to march to our deaths!"
"Perhaps you have not realized the severity of this issue Zanatos! We absolutely 'cannot' let Melbu get his hands on the Signet Spheres!" Domiviantez hissed. "I must stand by Thulrax decision to act hastily."
"This is foolishness!" Zanatos seethed. "We don't have the strength to go up against them."
"But we do have the obligation brother." Thulrax replied smoothly. "It doesn't matter what destiny lies in store for us in the end. Our destiny is to protect the Signet Spheres. There is no question about it."
"I realize that! But we can do little if we die needlessly."
"We will not die needlessly!" Thulrax roared causing the cave to shake even further. "We will die like warriors! The deaths true dragons should have. The deaths we ourselves should have faced during our first stand against the Wingly's, instead of running away like cowards!"
"IT WAS NOT COWARDICE TO RUN AWAY!!!" Zanatos roared. "We did what was right. There was nothing we could do then just as there is nothing we can do now!"
"Has the loss of you're eye truly made you this weak brother? We must fight! The time for planning is long past!"
"Thulrax I fear you are too hasty in your deductions! What you plan is suicide!"
"We'll see." Thulrax then turned to face the other two dragons; Domiviantez the bronze, and Qu'uvulon the white. "What do the two of you say? Should we, as Zanatos says, wait and let Melbu grow stronger? Or do you stand by me and act as true dragons should act?! Are you with me to finally put an end to Wingly rule once and for all?!"
"I stand by Thulrax on this one." Domiviantez conceded.
"As do I." Replied Qu'uvulon.
Zanatos lowered his head in a defeated gesture. "Very well… you leave me with little choice left. I will petition the remaining reds to follow you into combat."
"Thulrax gave Zanatos an inquisitive look. "You will not be joining us brother?"
Zanatos shook his head. "I will send my red. That is all I can do."
"Cowardice!" Thulrax seethed with venom in his voice.
"Not so! I will not fight, not for fear but because I do not personally support it. I cannot fight a battle which I am sure would only lead to the destruction of all of my race. I cannot throw my life away for something I don't believe in."
Thulrax looked at Zanatos with distaste and scorn in his eyes. "You disappoint me brother. Very well, remain the coward you are. I will command the Armies myself and lead them to victory. You, you shall remain here and protect the Signet Spheres as you wish, like the weak pathetic fool you are."
Zanatos said nothing as he lowered his head. A huge sigh escaped his jaws. He slowly turned around to leave but stopped half way. "Very well… I shall do as you wish but know this. I still believe what you have decided upon is a mistake. Mark my words."
"I will mark your words Zanatos. I shall mark them with the blood of our enemies and the final glorious victory of the dragons!"
Zanatos said nothing as he continued to silently walk away. The last thing he heard was the planning going on between the Wingly Agent and the Giant Black dragon, before he took to the skies and flew far out into the horizons.
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The loading and transportation area of slaves was an essentially important element in obtaining order in the Wingly City of Vellweb. However, as all things stood, the majority of the Wingly populace did not want to see beings of other races being goaded around. Thus, the transportation area was located deep within the lower recesses of the floating City. This was a prime area for the Wingly officials to maintain stability while at the same time keeping it away from the eyes of their citizens. Nonetheless, As it where, fortune had clearly shone upon Zieg and Belzack.
The two men had been traveling for an extra four hours before they accidentally stumbled across this loading area. It made sense that an area such as this would be located not too far away from the caverns they had just recently been walking through yet at the same time, it didn't stop the two men from thanking the powers above for their good fortune.
"Whew! Security seems tight today." Zieg breathed as he continued to sneak glances towards the many Wingly soldiers guarding the transport area from his position behind a collection of vacant supply crates. His arm was no longer wrapped in a chained sling as he realized it would be easier to just leave the arm free for fighting, even if it hurt like hell to do so. Nonetheless he still kept the chain wrapped around the forearm of his good shoulder. There was no telling when it might come in handy.
"Yeah…" Belzack commented. "It seems like something's up. Don't really care at the moment though. Can you see any openings?" Belzack too had torn away some of his shirt to patch of the wound on his chest and was now feeling mildly better after stopping the bleeding.
Once more Zieg stole a glance from cover. The surrounding area seemed as if it were buzzing with commotion at the moment. Currently there were four transport chambers loaded with what seemed to be 50 humans and other beings each. At the center was a huge booth where the humans entering the transport were labeled with bar codes engraved on the back of their necks. However what struck Zieg as odd where that all of the four transports where being shipped from the station. It didn't make sense that Frahma was actually sending slaves 'away' from Vellweb.
Nonetheless, Zieg continued to monitor the scene. There seemed to be five Wingly guards covering each transport. Whatever the case, it seemed the Wingly weren't pulling any punches with this one.
"I don't think we'll be able to make any kind of move. At least till things start clearing out a bit. The place is packed like a sack of potato's."
"Only one problem with that." The Big man responded, clenching his fists nervously. "We've only got so long until we're eventually spotted. With security this tight, you can be sure they'll be doing regular checks around the area, the 'entire' area."
Zeig was quiet for a moment as he leaned the back of his head against the crate they were hiding behind. He closed his eyes in thought. No matter what, there had to be a way to get out of this mess. There was always a solution to everything.
He leaned over and took another glance. Despite everything, the scene of the multitude of slaves being loaded like cattle sickened him. He was sure none of those people deserved whatever cruel fate Frahma had planned out for them. If he could, he would help ever last one of them. If only they could find a way out of their current situation... if only...
Suddenly it occurred to him and Zeig felt like slapping himself for not realizing it sooner. The man leaned back over to his more muscular friend, tapping his shoulder to get his attention.
"What's up?" Belzack asked, glancing his way. "Find us a clear way out."
"More like a way 'in' to be exact, Bel."
Belzack looked at him quizzically. "I'm not reading you. What are you talking about?"
"Ok, this may be a long shot but what if we mingle ourselves in with the slaves?"
"What?!? Are you nuts! We'll just end up in the same position we started off in before!"
"Not exactly…" Zieg gestured towards a lone Wingly guard standing not too far in the distance guarding a small collection full of Wingly weapons and armor, obviously also part of the supply transport plan.
"If we knock that guy out, we can get a hold of some of that stuff. We conceal it all then sneak ourselves in with the rest of the crowd being loaded in one of those transports."
"I don't know…" Belzack replied thoughtfully. "That's one helluva risk you're planning on taking there. If we screw up, we'll be executed. You know that right."
"Easy. We just don't screw up then."
Belzack smirked sarcastically. "My friend, you confidence is going to be the end of you one of these days."
"Perhaps, lets just hope one of those days isn't today eh?"
This time Belzack could help the light chuckled that issued from his mouth. Yes, Zieg was clearly a man who knew no fear in the face of danger. "Ok, I'm with you. So how do you want to do this?"
"Just follow my lead." Zieg quickly checked the area. He saw that none of the present Wingly guards were looking anywhere in their general direction. Just a few crates over, the Wingly guard was still staring off into space, completely oblivious of their plan.
A confident smile stretched across Zieg's face. He quickly scaled over to the second set of crates, using every ounce of skill he had ever learned during his time with the Dragon guild. Thankfully, Belzack was just as quiet as the big man readily trailed behind.
The Wingly Guard was just beginning to yawn, raising his arms high. His wings spread out slightly, extending to almost their full length. It was that time that Zieg quickly sprang from cover. As quickly and quietly as possible, the brown haired man wrapped his arms tightly about the soldier's neck and chest, dragging him low. Zieg bit his lower lip tightly to stomp out the horrible pain assaulting his injured arm as he continued to apply pressure to his hostage.
Try as he might, the guard found he couldn't scream as Zieg continued to squeeze the very light from his throat. His vision quickly became blurry and within moments everything was dark.
Zieg smiled lightly as he felt the man's weight go limp. He quickly released the soldier's windpipe, allowing his body to breathe once more.
Zieg snapped his head towards his partner. "Quickly! Grab his armor and sword. I'll grab another pair from the wagon."
Belzack quickly complied, stripping the unconscious guard free of his possessions. "What are we going to do about disguises? Don't you think its going to be kind of obvious if we try sneaking in with Wingly armor and weapons? Not to mention the fact that we've got chain coils still attached to our wrists."
Zieg took a moment to regard the storage crate again. It was risky but he quickly slipped away a few sheets of cloth that lay under the weapons. They were mildly dirty but still not quite dirty enough for the likes of slaves.
"You can't be serious!" Belzack protested. They'll never buy that. Those sheets aren't in any way appropriate attire for slaves!"
"So we make it appropriate." Zieg began to rub the cloths vigorously against the floor with his good arm, trying to make them as filthy as possible.
"That's not going to work you idiot! You can't just make them dirty in a few seconds."
"Why not just stomp arguing with me for a moment and help!" Zieg refuted, still scrubbing anxiously on the sandy cavernous floor.
Belzack shrugged helplessly then proceeded to take one of the cloaks and aid his partner in his task.
Zieg continued to fight back the growing pain resurfacing from his left arm. All the constant exercise he was doing wasn't helping yet he had little choice. He bit his lower lip and scrubbed even harder. Little by little the cloak seemed to grow more and more dirty.
Finally satisfied, Zieg lifted his cloak up and made a few minor tears on the material. "This should be good enough."
"I don't know…" Belzack held his own cloak up, examining the handiwork. "They still look a bit too clean for my taste."
"You're too much of a perfectionist Bel. These will have to do. Besides, we can't wait any longer or else sleeping beauty over here will wake up."
Shaking his head, Belzack slowly began to struggle with the cumbersome Wingly armor, trying to latch the small material about his massive form. Zieg saw his partners plight then made his way over to him.
"Sheesh, you really need to lose some weight over there Bel."
"Shut up and help me get this thing on will ya!"
"Hey, hey, don't blame me if you're in denial." Zieg quickly grasped two of the metal harnesses and began to tug furiously, trying to snap the two links together.
"I told you this was a dumb plan!"
"Just shut your mouth and take a deep breath." Belzack complied as Zieg summoned all of his strength then pulled once more, tight as he could. Zieg's hands shook from the strain but the harnesses got closer and closer together the more he struggled. Fresh new pain shot through his arm with every pull however the ex- slave continued to push it to the back of his mind, telling himself the pain could wait till later. He could hear Belzack groaning in protest from the tight squeeze.
"Take it like a man!" Zieg grunted. "It's your own damn fault. You should never have gotten this big in the first place."
Finally, Zieg's hands met and the links snapped together at last. "There!" He said in triumph. He quickly fell back, clutching his shoulder tightly in pain. "Damn, you're gonna owe me big for this one Bel."
Belzack regarded Zieg with a sympathetic look as he saw his friends pained expression. "I'm sorry. I didn't realize… your arm."
"Don't worry about it." Zieg replied, waving his good hand nonchalantly. "It's just pain. I've dealt with it in the past and I can deal with it now."
"Well then if that's the case, we better get moving. We don't want to get spotted."
"Already on it." Zieg carefully leaned forward, using his good arm to pull the extra wingly armor about his body.
"What are we going to do about these things though?" Belzack asked, pointing to the two slots on their backs where Winglys would let their wings sprout through.
"Just do the best you can to cover it up!" Zieg hissed. The pain was beginning to make him agitated. "Let's just get this stuff on and go with it."
Belzack sighed. "I hope this works friend." He quickly threw the spread cloth about himself, trying his best to hide the slot indentations on his back while at the same time leaning low to conceal his identity.
Zieg had now finished buckling on his armor and sword hilt. He swiftly threw his cloth over his own shoulders then scaled over towards Belzack. "Well, it's now or never partner."
Belzack moved first as he quickly scanned the area looking right or left to see if anyone was looking in their general direction. When he saw that no one was, he launched stealthily towards a group of slaves currently huddled in a single area, unwatched by Wingly guards. Zieg followed closely behind, tentatively fingering the hilt of his blade.
One of the slaves, a young man around Zieg's age but obviously malnurished by the looks of his bony from, glanced at the two approaching figures with surprised eyes. "Who are-"
"Shh!" Zieg hissed, clamping his right hand around the young man's arm tightly. Zieg looked over and saw that Belzack was discretely doing the exact same thing with the other slaves. He quickly turned his head back to the first slave. "Hey buddy, look just trust me. Don't say anything alright?"
The slave looked thoughtfully at the brown haired man for a few minutes then shrugged nonchalantly. "I don't care. Do whatever you want. Just don't make it so that the rest of us suffer for your actions ok?"
He sighed lightly, resting his back against the wall. Now that the dirty robes covering his pale skinny form parted slightly, Zieg was privy to all the whip lines and the vast amount of bone he saw clearly defined throughout his chest area. Zieg's fists shook with barely suppressed anger as he thought about the horrors this man must have gone through.
The slave, however, was completely oblivious to this as he simply stared off into space, thankful for the few precious seconds he had to relax. Zieg's heart ached for him the more he looked at the tormented soul.
"What's your name pal?"
"Orlin…" The man continued looking off into space even as he answered him. It was apparent he was in too much pain to even more much anymore.
Zieg huddled closer to the man so that he could face him directly. "Orlin, where are the Wingly's taking this group?"
This time the man did look at him. His eyes widened slightly. "You don't know?"
Zieg shook his head patiently.
"Gurnatrast, the one area of the world that has the richest supply of mineral ore imaginable. Unfortunately, from what we've been told, we're to excavate for something else this time. They took the weakest of us because they was us to search the volcanic area."
"Why there?" Belzack asked, huddling closer to them to get in on the conversation he obviously overheard from his previous position.
"I don't know. They had mentioned something about trying to find some legendary object."
Zieg turned his glance towards Belzack. "Hmm… Sounds important."
"Yeah… Maybe that's what all this commotion is about."
"I don't know the specifics." Orlin replied. "All I know is that we're not the only group of slaves they're sending in that area. All the slaves here are being sent to one specific area or another. Whatever it is the Wingly's are looking for, they aren't trying to pull any punches finding it."
Zieg grinned slightly. "Great! This could be our one chance at-"
"Shut up!" Belzack hissed cupping his hand around Zieg's mouth while pretending he was coughing.
A group of Wingly guards came walking towards them. The head soldier took the lead, facing the slaves with a disgusted look. "Ok maggots. You're all block E-7. Head to the specified grate. Move it!"
The slaves readily complied. Orlin stumbled a bit as he walked and was about to crash painfully into the floor if it wasn't for Zieg catching him before he fell.
"Move along maggots!" The head soldier screeched angrily then slammed the butt end of his sword into Ziegs shoulder. Zieg stumbled over from the sheer pain of getting hit in his injured arm. Belzack quickly came over to help both men on their feet at the same time keeping his head low.
"Slaves should know how to be prompt by now! You're all coming from Vellweb, the most powerful empire in the world! Show some honor!"
Had Zieg not been in such pain he would have glared daggers at the Wingly for that. Instead, however, he settled for simply coping enough to make his way to the transport without falling over.
Once all the prisoners were inside, the grate closed after them. They were effectively in a caged box. Five Wingly guards were inside with them to keep the people inline. Many of the slaves shivered as a huge dragon loomed into the distance then scooped them up in his mouth and prepared to fly off. Dread was the demanding factor amongst all the slaves present… all except two men who had finally accomplished half their goal. They had successfully made it away from Vellweb.
::::::::::To Be Continued::::::::::
Author's note: Thanks for reading and please stay tuned for chapter 8.