Chapter Six
D.A. Okay, here's my next chapter. But first, I'm going to respond to some reviews...
Kell Shock:
Yes, there are trees in Guenhwyvar's astral plane.
Yes, there is definitely night and day there, and there are seasons.
Also, there are animals. Remember when Guenhwyvar caught Regis something to eat in the books?
And no, in this chapter, we don't see Drizzt fight. Sorry! (p.s.: I do verify what I write!)
Yasei Raiden:
Actually, people can levitate in this world, but not often. Thank you very much; I am enjoying writing this story.
Well, with that done, here's the story.
Garion slept uneasily, tossing and turning. His dreams were haunted by hazy images of monsters in bear skins. Finally, disgusted and sandy-eyed, he rose, and went out on to his balcony. He leaned out, breathed in the briny air, and felt much better. He was about to go back inside, when something caught his eye. A few miles away from the Citadel, there was a flickering line of lights. His breath caught. He was traveled enough to know what that meant. An army. With torches, no less. What a cliché, he thought.
It didn't take a genius to figure what those people were. But now was not the time to laugh over the stupidity of the enemy. He ran inside and shook Ce'Nedra awake.
"Ce'Nedra," he said urgently. "Ce'Nedra, wake up!"
She sat bolt upright, and asked,
"Garion, what's wrong? Is someone hurt?"
"There's no time to explain. Stay here with the children and don't come out, no matter what happens."
"But," she started to say, but was quickly cut off. "Ce'Nedra, listen to me just this once. We're under attack. I need to get the others."
"All right," she said hesitantly. 'Be careful, though."
He smiled at her and gave her a quick kiss. "I love you." She whispered.
Garion ran through the hallway, and pounded on the nearest door.
"Grandfather! Grandfather, wake up!" he shouted.
"What?!" came the irritable reply.
"Grandfather, there's an army coming! Hurry!"
There was a pause, and the door was yanked open. Garion, despite the situation, tried not to laugh. The mighty Belgarath the Sorcerer, the seven-thousand year-old man, was dressed in a white nightshirt.
"Don't laugh at me, Garion. Who's attacking?" Belgarath's voice was crisp.
Garion immediately felt ashamed of himself.
"I have no idea, but they're carrying torches."
"You're not serious!"
"I thought it was stupid too. What should we do?"
"Get your sword. I'll raise the alarm."
"How are you going to do that?"
"Garion, screw your head on right. Now don't you need your sword? Don't stand around asking questions, boy! Move!"
Garion winced. "That was unkind."
"I know. Now will you please hurry?"
Garion grumbled, but obeyed. Running down the hall, he wondered what the old sorcerer was going to do. The huge peal of a bell solved that question.
THRONGGGGGG
The sound was so loud, it nearly knocked him off his feet. He grinned savagely. For no reason at all, he wondered if the approaching army could hear it.
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Drizzt sat upright when he heard the sound. He winced in pain and covered his ears. It sounded like a tundra yeti stomping on an unimaginably huge gong. He paused only long enough to put on his scimitars, his cloak, and his belt pouch and ran outside. The hallway was filled with people milling around. At the far side of the hallway was Garion's group of friends, talking urgently. He strode over to them, and asked,
"What in the Nine Hells is going on? And what was that noise?"
The look on Belgarath's face was grim. "We're under attack."
Hearing those words, the drow ranger was immediately on the alert.
"How can I help?"
Belgarath was about to say something when Velvet beat him to it.
"Drizzt, you said that elves can see better than humans?"
Drizzt nodded, and wondered where she was going with this conversation.
"Well," she said with an impish smile, "He can go outside and see who's leading that army out there, and how many there are."
Silk was looking at her in absolute horror.
"Yes, Kheldar?" she said sweetly. Silk let that pass.
A few moments later, they were all standing on a balcony. Durnik carried a candle that sputtered in the breeze. Drizzt leaned out, straining his eyes to their limits. Finally, he turned around and politely asked Durnik to put the candle out.
"Why?" asked the confused man.
"I'm going to do something out of the ordinary," Drizzt replied. "Please, Goodman."
The smith shrugged and pinched out the flame. Drizzt resumed his position at the railing and concentrated. Silk, who watched the proceedings with interest, leapt back with an oath.
"Your eyes are glowing purple!" he gasped.
"You noticed," Drizzt said sardonically. He scanned the coming horde. They were all dressed in bear skins and mail shirts. The torches they carried stung his eyes, but he ignored that and peered closer. He saw something that made him freeze up. When he turned back to his friends, his eyes were his normal violet hue.
"Well, well, well. It looks like we're going to see an old friend very soon." He remarked.
"Out with it," rumbled Barak. "Who is about to grace us with his presence?"
"I believe you said his name to be Jarok?"
"What?!"
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------D.A. Hee Hee. Sorry about that, but I had to stop somewhere. But I promise that there will be fighting in the next chapter.