The Misadventures of Eigar and Raziel

Prologue: Yukes Know Best

Once upon a time in a mystical village called , there was a caravan forming. Perhaps, to call it a caravan was a little overstated—it was just a Yuke and a Calvat setting out doing something that on the outside seemed noble. The Yuke, Eigar seemed intimidating to the Calvat, but nonetheless, they didn't fight in the village.

When they set out on the wagon, Eigar took the reins, even though Raziel thought he should lead. The two of them sat in the driver's bench and "discussed" it.

"Oh, come on, Eigar! Please, let me steer!" begged the alchemist's son. "I've never misled Ramsey."

"While that may be true, I'm older... So I should get to lead."

"What does that have to do with anything? You've never left the village!"

"Well... everyone knows Yukes have a better sense of direction."

"What are you talking about?"

"Just be quiet and sit in the back. I need to concentrate!"

Raziel sighed deeply. He jumped into the back of the wagon and muttered under his breath as he sat down. It was going to be a long year.

Several hours later, Raziel had fallen asleep in the back curled up next to a mog. The wagon came to a sudden stop. The Calvat boy, thinking there was a possible threat, grabbed his shield and sword and hopped out of the back. He looked around, startled, but found nothing out of the ordinary.

"Hey, Eigar, what gives?" he asked as he came around to the front of the wagon. "Where are we anyway?"

"You know... I don't know."

"You don't know?!" gasped the Calvat. "How could you not know Mr. High and Mighty Yuke?"

"I've never been outside of the village."

The mog flew out and looked around. "Kupo...? Where are we?"

"Ask the mighty navigator," Raziel snorted.

"Kupo... I don't like the sound of this."

"Admit it, Eigar."

"What?"

"You got us lost, Yukes don't always know best and you should have listened to me."

"We're not lost. I just don't know where we are."

"We have no bearing. We have no destination. We have no idea where we are! If that's not lost, then what is!?"

"..."

"Well...?"

"We're lost."

"GAAAAAHH!! Why did I ever agree to this?"

"Kupo, kupo. Because you love your mommy very much. Kupo."

"Gya!" gasped Raziel. His eyes went big and he took on the famous ack pose. The Yuke laughed at him. "Shut up! Both of you!" A blush from fury and embarassment burned his cheeks. "Just get us out of this situation, now, Mr. High and Mighty Navigator!"

"Hey, I may have gotten us hopelessly lost, but at least I'm not a moma's boy."

"Why you little...!"

Before either boy could take on a fighting stance, a caravan of four Yukes walked by. They looked at the two, and the leader said, "You seem to be lost."

"Kupo. Hopelessly," the mog interjected.

"If you would like, we seem to have received an extra map of this region. We could even take you to a place to get Miirth."

"Really?" Raziel's eye lit up with hope.

The Yuke nodded. He said, "Of course. We've collected a year's supply and were on our way home. We would gladly assist a struggling caravan."

"Just follow us," a female chimed in. "We'll escort you until you get to the river."

"Thank you very much," said Raziel with a bow.

"Okay. Everybody in the wagon!" Eigar instructed. Raziel hopped up to the bench next to his Yuke travel-mate. When Eigar stepped back on, his eyes seemed to speak of a smirk as he whispered, "Like I say, Yukes know best."

Raziel's eye twitched at the statement. It took every bit of will power in his body not to smite the "Godly Yuke."