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Zargon

Journal #1 Continued.

It has begun. I've arrived in Zargon. Who is the traveler from here? What roll will I play on this territory? But most importantly, what does Saint Dane want here? What is he doing? All of these questions and hundreds of others were swarming in my head as I ate those chips. Saint Dane had called me out. It's almost as if he was luring me to try to stop him. I've never understood what his true intentions were. Was he trying to prove something to me? What is there to prove? All I could do right now is stay pinned to this mattress hopelessly. Saint could have started already. The letter had mentioned that I was too late and that he'd already found the turning point. If I was already too late, then he was definitely trying to prove something. But to who and why?

I laid down on the mattress and waited for hours or was it actually shorter time? The more I waited the more frustrated I became. Saint Dane is out there and I am trapped to a mattress. I felt lame and stupid.

Finally, after about an hour or so a short, bearded guy peered into the room and looked at me through green spectacles. He was wearing the same clothing as the dude who knocked me out. I thought that this must be Master Yarggi.

"So you're awake." He said. His voice was gruff.

"Yea." I mumbled.

He came closer and I saw that he must be about two inches shorter than me. There was a bag he was carrying in his left hand.

"What were you doing out there? Trying to kill yourself?" He set his bag down and sat on a chair.

I almost jerked out to punch him. I almost. That was how nervous and anxious I was. This guy had just clobbered me with no reason or not any I know of yet.

"Why did you hit me and why am I a prisoner in this room?" I began.

"I wasn't sure whether you were part of the Solberg Clan." He said. He seemed to get that I was still mad. "But now that I've talked with you, you don't seem like a Solberg."

That's a relief. At least it was good to know that he believes I'm not an enemy or a member of this clan. But it still wasn't cool for him to do that to anybody.

He started to see that I had a ring.

"Where did you get that?" Obviously, I couldn't tell him what it was.

"I had it with me for a long time, it was a gift." I answered vaguely. That was half true, I did have it for quite awhile now and what he didn't know is that it was given to me to become a traveler. He looked at me for awhile as if making his mind whether to believe me. I tried to change the subject.

"Well now that you know I'm not part of the Solberg Clan, could you release me please?" I asked.

He frowned.

"No, I'm sorry but that is not for me to decide. But don't worry, once you explain everything to the Chief, he'll release you." He replied.

"Couldn't you send him here or something?" I asked.

"He's just finished with his meeting and should be here in a short while." He explained. "How's your head?"

"It's been better." I said. The numbness was still not completely gone.

He laughed.

"I don't like clobbering people on the head but there was a security reason. Sorry."

I shrugged.

"At least you didn't kill me." I said.

He sat down on a chair.

"I'm Master Yarggi by the way."

"Bobby Pendragon." I said.

There wasn't any reason not to trust this dude yet. If he is Saint Dane, he'd probably had more sinister ideas, more wicked ideas than knocking me out. But then again, this is Saint Dane we're talking about and Saint Dane had done some pretty unpredictable things in the past.

"You sure you don't want some yibi? It's the finest yibi in all of Zargon." He said pointing at the package of the brown colored drinks. I was a little thirsty after eating all those chips so I gave in. It couldn't be as bad as I thought.

I took the cup of the liquid and smelled it. It didn't smell like anything so I just sipped a little. It had a chocolaty taste except not as sweet. I drank a little more of it and regretted my decision not the drink it in the first place. It was good. Almost like a chocolate smoothie or something. I started chugging it down.

"Whoa, easy there." Said Master Yarggi when he saw me chugging it. It started to slow down but ended up chugging it anyways. What is this stuff? I thought. It's really good.

Suddenly, the robot beeped into the room.

"Chief is here." It wined.

A tall, lanky man walked in. He was wearing an oversized military coat. It was navy blue with stripes of lines streaking around the waste. The guy didn't look very old. He looked young in fact. Not as young as I, but younger than what you'd expect a chief to look like. I was expecting another bearded guy, but this dude was not bearded but clean shaven. He had a long face with a scar that streaked from a side of his left cheek to the right.

"Is that him?" He asked nodding towards me. His voice was raspy as if he hadn't drank water for awhile.

"Yes, chief." Master Yarggi said with respect.

The chief stooped to the side of the bed and looked at me closely. I just looked back.

"What is your name, son?" He asked.

"Bobby Pendragon." I answered. He sighed and pulled something out of his coat pocket.

"You are not from the Solberg Clan. That much I know. But you are also not from this Clan." He took the round object from his pocket and inserted it into a small whole on the bottom. There was a light click and a humming sound signally that the forcefield was gone.

"Where are you from?" He finally asked.

"A long way from here. From another village." I said. Hopefully, he would believe me.

"Why are you here then?"

I decided to take a risk.

"Solberg Clan…They attacked my village. I tried to escape and came to a cave." I lied. It could be possible that this Darfer Clan they hated so much might be hated for destroying villages. But it was a dangerous fib.

He looked at Master Yarggi with a grave look.

"Where are the Solbergs? Are they close?" He asked me, voice a little anxious.

"No. I don't think so." I said or hoped that was true. These Solberg dudes were definitely known for sacking villages but I wasn't sure where they were located. My answer could be a lie.

He suddenly stood up and looked at Master Yarggi.

"Prepare the weapons and gather the troops. If there's any slight possiblity for them to be close, we can't risk not being prepared." He commanded.

Master Yarggi just nodded and went out of the room.

The chief and I were alone.

"Do you know how to operate a Deden gun?" He asked.

Deden gun. I had no clue what he was talking about.

"No." Was all I said. If I were to defend myself, I'd be better off with a rod or staff. Loor had trained me melee combat, not a gun.

"We'll you'll have to learn if you're going to stay in my village." He said. "Put on those clothes and follow me."

I looked at the clothes that sat next to the mattress and started puting them on. I had just got to Zargon for the first few hours and we were already about to go to war. Whatever it was that's out there, I was about to find out. Whoever these Solberg guys were, they were hopefully the bad guys. I strapped the pants on and was donned with the strange Zargon clothing. I was about to see what Gnaskdok village was like. Whether I liked it or not didn't matter.

Too bad.