Goliath
I am not Scott Westerfeld in any way shape of form though we must be related by a 1/60,000,000,000,000 of a percent.
I hated the ending to Goaliath, so think of this as a continuation, my way.
-All original characters and plots belong to Scott Westerfields
-Special thanks to my Beta Reader Barking Lizards!
-this is a shorter chapter but the next few were the most fun to write., hard but barking fun!


Deryn/Dylan P.O.V- Same time as Alek

Anxiously, I searched around the compound. The trip here on foot was barking long and grueling! I had to crawl through broken parts of Leviathan and crunch through the rotting bones of the dead. When I arrived, climbing over the fence was laughingly easy.
It was getting inside, that was the finnicky part.
Some men unexpectedly, walked out laughing loudly.

"Yavlyayetsya li Zeppelin uzhe zdes'?"

"Net, i eto khorosho. Goliafa yeshche ne zakonchena, my byli by po ushi v der'me."

I sneaked inside through the door, and hid corner to corner. Those stuffed soldiers, were barking dumb, leaving the door open.
I ran up 5 muggy stairwells before I finally got to Goliath.
This was easy...too easy.
Cautiously, I crept towards Goliath. There must be some catch.
Once I reached Goliath, I took off my boot-


Alek P.O.V- 1 week of travel to Liberec

I sat lazily in my royal carriage, picking at my finger nails. My first stop was the smallest town in all of Austria-Hungary, Liberec. It was a quaint town really, it was in between 2 mountains, their names I do not remember.
Sighing, I looked out the window, only a week and I knew I would hate this life. We were going to the smallest towns first, then to the biggest ones next as if I cared. I could already see that this trip would, suck the life out of me. I just wish I had time to mourn at least.
Deryn forgive me for not saving you!


When we arrived in the main square the entire town was there getting up from their tables cheering in their ragged clothes, along with a rag-tag band playing the national anthem. I looked around, this town was really quite...charming.

The fanciest part was the church, adorned with intricate depictions of the Old Testament. Other than the church, everything was drab, dull, and lifeless, like me.
Trying not to smirk at my realization, I made my way to the head table with my entourage, through the throng of commoners.
Once, Klopp, Bauer, Hoffman, Volger and the populace were seated, some on the ground, some in chairs. I gave my speech.
"People of Liberec, thank you for the erm-warm welcome!" I stumbled, " I promise that this war shall be over soon!"
I awkwardly sat down. The people stood up and cheered for me.
I weakly grinned, "Let the feast begin?"
And so it did.
People danced, and ate like it was their last chance to. They laughed so happily, and I knew I couldn't laugh like that ever again. How could they even be sane knowing that men were dying for a bloody cracked cause?!
"Sir?" I started at the unwelcome interruption.
"Would you like some Wiener Schnitzel?"
Smiling politely, I said, "Yes, thank you."
The waiter beamed and gave me the dish.
It smelled okay.
Before I could take a bite, I was interrupted yet again.
"Your highness? May I have a word, please?"
I turned to look at a lanky, tall masked man.
"Sure, Mr..." I trailed off, unsure of what to call him.
"Mulheim Dr. Mulheim."
"A doctor! What are you doing here?"
" I am conducting a experiment called-"
A familiar howl pierced through the festive noise.
I gasped, it was but a dream, a fabricated vision!
Apparently, Dr. Mulheim knew this beast too. He was a mixture of fear and joy that battled on his face, which confused me greatly.
My men surrounded me and started herding me to the carriage.
"Volger, what about that Dr. Mulheim?" I yell trying to find Dr. Mulheim in the swarm of people.
"Forget him, Your Highness! We must leave now!" Volger yelled at me and shoved me forward.
Unexpectedly, Hoffman screamed and fell, blood spurting out of his pierced chest.
A face I thought I would never see again popped up.
Newkirk growled mockingly at me, "Miss me?"
Trembling, but holding my ground I replied honestly, "I was worried."
He laughed loudly, " There ain't a squick chance of that happening, you daft Emperor."
I gulped.
"Volger, Klopp, Bauer run, NOW!" I screamed frantically. Newkirk's quarrel was with me, not them.
I threw a sloppy punch at Newkirk, he dodged it and smirked at me..
"Honestly, I thought you were smarter." he remarked, as he punched my head.


I woke up in a dark, damp cell, on a cot. I rubbed my pounding head. Why did people keep hitting my head so much?
"I hope your men are smart. Otherwise we'll be stuck here for a while, Highness." Dr. Mulheim said dryly, from the corner of the room.
"What do you mean?" I asked, looking up at Dr. Mulheim.
"My wife is a mad genius," he said simply. " The tricks up her sleeve are awfully hard to guess, but they are brilliant!" Mulheim looked off into the distance dreamily, " What a lovely mad genius."
"Dr?" I asked softly, leaning away from him.
"Oh, nevermind!" he shouted, heartbroken.
I cringed. What was his problem anyways.
"And why would his wife want to capture me?" I wondered aloud.
"She needs your help, Sire." Mulheim responded.
I rubbed my head.
"Did I hear you right?"
Solemnly, Dr. Mulheim nodded, but then he walked over to me and hissed,
"Not a word more, or the beastie will hear you!"


Review? Like or Hate, I would love to know? Ideas, corrections and such are also welcomed.