1.

Cassalon signalled his group to slow down as he spotted a now familiar plume of smoke rising through the trees ahead. The signs of yet another settlement ravaged by the invaders. The Elven general's worst fears were realised. With great speed and apparent ease, the dark army had seized control of Aralias.

Still shaken from the devastating massacre, the past two days had been a game of cat and mouse for the Elven army survivors, avoiding the mounted troops of the enemy. Cassalon suppressed a shudder. Every time he closed his eyes he could see the burning, screaming faces of his troops. Six thousand warriors, wiped out in mere moments. As far as he knew, only a scant dozen soldiers had escaped the black haired sorceress' initial onslaught and the subsequent routing by the dark army. The Elven general himself had survived only by sheer luck; losing consciousness before falling down an embankment, stopping amid a thick clump of bushes. When he finally awoke, he was bruised and battered, but alive.

And this day had provided another unpleasant surprise for the Elves. Early in the morning, the huge drum tower in Andalor had sent out a message; one that was being repeated by the smaller drum towers in the town and villages of the realm. High King Eldrik had formed an alliance with the invaders.

Cassalon could not bring himself to believe such news. Eldrik was strong monarch who cared deeply about his kingdom. What had transpired within the palace walls to force the High King to submit to such monsters? If indeed he had. For all Cassalon knew, the High King may well be dead.

So the Elven general had decided to head for the nearest border, that of Lithara. There was little doubt in his mind that the invading forces would not stay put for long. First Parnassa, then Baralan, and now his own homeland had fallen. This was a force bent on conquest. If Cassalon could reach the Litharans, warn them of the deadly power of the invaders, then perhaps something could be done to stop them. But first he they had to reach the border, through leagues of hostile territory.

The sounds of shouting directly ahead caused Cassalon to suddenly raise his hand, bringing the group to an abrupt halt. He turned towards his men. They were tired and haggard, but each face wore a look of grim determination. The general gave a nod as he started through the trees.

The Elves slowly made their way towards the sounds, until finally a break in the woodland revealed the source. The warriors paused momentarily watching the scene before them. Cassalon, his face etched with anger, raised his arm and motioned to his men, opening and closing his fist three times. They knew the signal well… prepare to attack.

*****

The rhythmic swaying of the wagon ceased as the vehicle slowed to a stop. Flynt opened one eye and watched Kahreen move to the front of the wagon. The rocking of the wagon must have put him to sleep. He welcomed the rest, feeling more refreshed than he had in days. Stretching, Flynt straightened his back, stifling a yawn with his hand.

"Baru-Shamir had ordered a quick stop," Flynt heard Lias tell Kahreen. Flynt stretched again and examined his new clothing. The companions all had fresh clean apparel. Kahreen and Flynt were dressed in long flowing robes and turbans of the Sabra, somewhat disguising their features from unwanted, prying eyes.

Flynt cast a glance at Lias. Gone were the tattered green leggings and jerkin he had been wearing before. Beneath his leather breastplate Lias now wore clothing similar to the Sabra Wivern riders. He looked clearly happy. Since their salvation from the Red Desert, the spirit of the adventurers had risen considerably.

The Elven ranger secured the reins before climbing from the seat. Kahreen made her way to the rear of the wagon. Lifting the canvas flap she cast a glance back at Flynt.

"Are you coming?" she asked.

Flynt gave her a smile as he raised himself up. "Sure, why not. "

The pair alighted from the wagon into the bright sunshine. There was a smell of salt in the air. Around them the atmosphere was relaxed, the caravan members tending the animals, or grabbing a quick bite to eat or drink. A short distance away Galen and the others stood with the Sabra Hetman. Baru-Shamir watched as Flynt and Kahreen approached.

"My friends, " the Hetman said, "I was just showing your companions our destination."

The pair followed the Sabra’s gaze. A valley stretched out below them, ending abruptly at the sparkly expanse of a blue-green bay. At the water’s edge a large cluster of buildings could be seen, their white-washed walls reflecting vividly in the sunlight. A large number of sea going vessels could be seen tied to jetties and wharves. Near the wharves was a vacant expanse of land. Above the town, on the headland, a tall white tower stood, crowned by a flame, visible even in the daylight.

"The Great Lighthouse," the Hetman said. "Centuries ago Tozer’s Cove began as a small fishing village, but now it is the major seaport for all of Kithan. For generations my people have come here to trade." He looked over to the companions. "We should arrive in town by mid afternoon."

"I have been talking with Baru-Shamir," Galen said. "And he has told me he has a cousin who owns a trading ship. We may be able to book passage with him."

Baru-Shamir nodded in agreement. "He would have already arrived on the morning tide. I will speak to him. It should not be a problem."

The adventurers grinned at this piece of good news.

"You have already aided us so much," Amethyst replied. "It seems again we owe you our thanks"

The Hetman shrugged the praise off with a smile. "I said I would help you all I can in this crusade, it is nothing."

"What happens when we get into town?" Flynt asked. A slight frown crossed his features. "Galen and the others can pass for Sabra in their clothing, but Kahreen and I ? Even though we are disguised, there is still a risk attracting attention to ourselves; and possibly placing you all in danger."

Upon hearing his last comment Kahreen glanced at Flynt in mild surprise, but he didn’t notice, his eyes on the Sabra Hetman.

"Most of the caravan will camp just outside the city tonight , while myself and a few others will go and make arrangements for our place at the monthly markets," the Hetman answered, indicating the vacant land near the jetty. "There is an inn nearby, where I usually stay and where my cousin frequents when he is in town. On the morrow, once we have our stall places organised the caravan will join us."

"If you want," Lias suggested. "Stay with the camp overnight, once the whole caravan enters the city, there will be less likelihood of you been seen.

Flynt looked Kahreen for confirmation, who nodded in agreement. "It’s a good idea."

"It is agreed then," the Hetman said. He walked back towards the caravan. "Break camp! " He shouted loudly twice clapping his hands loudly. "Tonight we relax at Tozer’s Cove!"

As they headed back towards the wagons, Kahreen nudged Flynt. "Did I hear you right back then? You were worried about placing humans in danger? That’s a change for you.

"Well…I…" Flynt turned and looked Kahreen straight in the eye. "It’s not a matter of them being human or elf or whatever. We would’ve been in a real mess now if it wasn’t for them. They’ve stood by us and helped us. Even I’m not blind to that. And I’ll be damned if I’ll let them be put into danger because of us." He cast an eye towards his new companions.

"Well, I might make an exception with Huron," Flynt muttered as he started walking again.

Kahreen could not suppress a small grin behind his back. "Well bugger me," she said to herself. "There may actually be hope for him yet." 

*****

"It shall be done my lady," the image within the blue flame faded from view. Caleich turned from the metal brazier, and strode across the library floor, a satisfied look on her face.

"The dragons and riders will be here by nightfall," she said. "And the remainder of the armies are but a day away. Soon all of Kithan will tremble beneath our power."

Sarmak, seated in a large comfortable reading chair, allowed himself a little smile "And Andalor is the perfect place from which to strike. All thanks to Eldrik's proclamation."

Caleich laughed as Sarmak motioned towards a young Elven woman standing in the corner. She walked towards him, eyes vacant, carrying a pitcher of wine.

"News of the alliance will have the other kingdoms on edge," Caleich picked up an empty goblet from the library desk as she watched the girl refill the Angel's empty cup. "They will be wary."

"The Elves were wary when our forces took Baralan and Parnassa, they sent their best warriors against us and they were defeated," Sarmak paused and sipped his wine. "We haven’t even committed the bulk of our troops to battle yet. Let the remaining kingdoms be wary. Let them have a small taste of the fear that will soon engulf them all."

Caleich nodded in agreement as she held her cup out to be filled. As the girl poured the wine, a drop splashed onto Caleich’s hand. The dark haired woman glared at the elf.

"You STUPID creature!" Caleich screamed. She lashed out with the metal goblet, striking the Elven girl in the face. She fell to the floor, a small trickle of blood escaping from her cut lip.

"Useless vermin!" Caleich stood over the fallen girl. "It’s time to send you where you belong. To oblivion!"

A green glow began to emanate from Caleich’s hand as she pointed to the girl. The elf raised blank eyes at the dark haired woman. The glow faded from Caleich’s hand and she gave a frustrated growl.

"Get out of my sight! Now!" Caleich landed a kick on the Elf, as she rose to her feet and limped towards the door. Caleich turned to Sarmak, who wore an amused expression.

"Compassion?" The Overlord asked. "That is most unusual of you."

Caleich raised an eyebrow at the Dark Lord. Turning quickly she launched a beam of green energy from her hand, striking the Elven girl. She had no time to cry out and within moments was nothing but a pile of ash on the floor.

"I stand corrected," Sarmak said wryly as Caleich faced him once again.

"Hmph! There was no pleasure in destroying her, she wasn’t even aware she was about to die!" Caleich gave a look of disgust. "They are a fragile lot, these northern Elves, not as hardy their southern cousins we tested the potion on. It will be interesting to see how much suffering they can stand before they die."

"Your pleasures will have to wait for now Caleich. First we must deal with the other kingdoms," Sarmak rose to his feet. He removed a scroll from the bookshelves and unrolled it onto the table. It was a map of Kithan. "Let me show you what I have planned." 

2.

Laughing and jostling among themselves, a dozen vaguely man-like creatures closed in on the little group of Elves, forcing them back against the exterior wall of the homestead. Around them, buildings burned and dead or wounded elves littered the ground. The werebeasts, part of Sarmak’s Dark Army, had been out on a scouting mission and had discovered the small isolated village. Good fortune, in the werebeast eyes anyway. The perfect place for a bit of sport and amusement

One male Elf lunged forward, swinging a wooden staff, but the creatures swatted it aside with swords and spears, looks of amusement upon their canine faces. Behind the Elf, his wife and young daughter huddled against the wall. The little girl cried, tears streaming down her dirt smudged face.

"Enough games, " the werebeast’s leader said, his upper lip curling into a snarl. "Finish them off, there are plenty of other places to loot and…YURK!"

The strangled sound from their leader took the werebeasts by surprise, but none were more surprised than the leader himself. Clutching a hand to his neck, he felt the pointed barb and part of a crossbow shaft as it protruded from his throat. The shocked look was still on his face as he toppled forward, dead.

The beastmen turned sharply, as warcries from the edge of the village revealed Cassalon and his warriors charging headlong towards them. The battle was short and bloody, but when it was over, Cassalon and his men stood victorious. The beastmen had been slain, though at the cost of three Elven warriors. Cassalon grimly surveyed his surroundings. Almost all the village was in ruins, the fire having spread from home to home. Soon nowhere would be safe, the Elven general mused.

"I am Mathias. Our thanks, to you and your men." Cassalon turned at the sound of the voice. It was the Elf who attacked the beastmen with his staff. "Things would have been far worse if not for your arrival."

Cassalon acknowledged the Elf with a nod. "Things may still be." He looked at the burning buildings once again. "The smoke will attract other raiding parties. You can’t stay here."

Mathias frowned. "We heard the drums earlier, and not long after, these creatures attacked our village." He paused, only now taking in the disheveled look of the soldiers. "Are we at war? What is happening?"

Cassalon briefly told the villagers of what had happened since the dark army’s appearance. There was a numbed silence as he finished his narrative.

Mathias shook his head in disbelief. "Then we will come with you to Lithara, seek safety within its borders."

The Elven general grit his teeth, his face troubled. "I’m… I’m sorry but you can’t. We need to reach the border swiftly, your people aren’t trained, you would slow us up. There would be a greater risk of capture with a larger group." Cassalon turned away, hating himself for what he just said. He couldn’t protect these people and make rapid time to the border. It was one or the other. Cassalon’s brow furrowed with thought.

"I see, " Mathias replied, an edge to his voice. "We will take our own chances then, slim as they are.

Cassalon looked at the group before him "There might be a way. It’s true a smaller group will make better time. However," he turned and faced his men. "If we split up, some of us can aid these people, and the remainder can continue to the border unhindered."

There were nods and muttered agreements all around.

"I will not order anyone to do this, but if there are any volunteers?" The Elven general let the question hang in the air.

Within moments half the squad stepped forward. Cassalon looked on with pride at his soldiers, elves who had seen more horror in the past two days than any soldier had a right to see in a lifetime. The general nodded in approval. Soon the two groups parted ways, leaving the burning village behind them.

*3*

"Are you worried about them?" Flynt asked Kahreen as she gazed over Tozer’s Cove.

"No," she replied, continuing to look at the town. Galen and Amethyst had gone with the Hetman to make arrangements for the sea voyage. Lias had decided to explore the town, and Huron had disappeared off on his own even before the Sabra had finished setting up camp. Only Mirran was still in camp and she was busy aquatinting herself with the array of herbs and spices the Sabra used in their meals.

"I’m just curious," Kahreen continued, looking at Flynt. "This is the first real area of civilization we’ve seen. It would be…interesting to have a good look around."

"I guess we will see some of it tomorrow," he stroked his goatee thoughtfully. While it was well and good to keep a low profile, the self imposed restrictions were starting to chafe.

"Y’know," he said, moving over to stand by Kahreen. "Come sunset we could always go and have a quick peek. We can be careful, no one would see us."

"I suppose so," Kahreen replied. Something was distracting her. Where was that scent coming from? A heady, musky smell, a rather pleasant one at that. It was making her feel warm inside. The Sabra must be preparing some exotic scents for the markets tomorrow. She turned her attention back to Flynt.

"Yeah alright, if we wait until late enough, the chances of being seen will be less. Anyway I’d like to hear what Galen and the others found out first."

Flynt nodded in agreement. "Me too. I just feel like I’ve been landlocked for so long, I really need to give these wings of mine a good workout. I think a glide out over the ocean would be just the ticket."

Kahreen agreed. Her mind was still on the scent lingering in the air. "Do you smell that?" she asked Flynt.

Flynt sniffed the air. "Smell what? I don’t sense anything weird."

"It’s a musky smell," she paused and sniffed the air. "It’s kind of nice," she added absently.

Flynt sniffed again." Nope, I can’t say I smell anything like that, but I can smell the food cooking." He took an exaggerated intake of air. As if on cue his stomach grumbled.

"Ooops." Flynt grinned sheepishly. I think it’s time to feed the beast. Do you want anything to eat?"

"No thanks, Flynt." Kahreen said. "I’m not hungry just now."

"Okay. Well you’ll know where to find me." Flynt headed towards the main area of the camp. Kahreen watched him, admiring the way the long flowing robes of the Sabra’s billowed off his broad shoulders like a cape. With a start she caught herself as she realized what she was thinking.

"Good grief girl, get a grip!" Kahreen chided herself. "What’s wrong with you?"

It was then she noticed that the pleasant aroma had gone. It had disappeared around the same time Flynt had left.

*****

It was well after dark by the time the companions, minus Huron had returned to camp. Galen brought good news. Baru-Shamir had spoken to his cousin, and the seafarer had agreed to take the little group north, once the ship was loaded with the cargo from the Sabra caravan. Baru-Shamir had organised the three wagonloads of cargo to be transported to the docks. The ship would be ready to leave on the morning tide.

But the good news was tempered by something more sinister. After the evening meal, the companions gathered around a campfire, as Lias related what he had discovered.

"The rumours, they all share a similar thread, especially from the ships coming in from the north," the Elf explained. "A Dark Army, aided by magic and malevolent creatures, conquering all before it. The latest is that it was advancing against Aralias."

"The darkness is spreading faster than I imagined," Galen shook his head somberly. "King Eldrik is one of the few I hoped to approach with our cause, that may not be possible now."

"I’ll go back to town after we are finished here and keep my ears open for any more news." Lias said. "As it is, some mariners are flat out refusing to take cargo or passengers across to Tir Tuath."

"Tir Tuath?" Flynt asked.

"The continent to the north," Amethyst answered. "Across the Urramach Sea."

"Fortunately," Galen said, smiling lightly." The ship’s captain is quite happy to take us. Baru-Shamir can be most persuasive."

"So where exactly are we going?" Kahreen asked.

"Some distance off the coast of Lithara is a small island chain. Among these islands lives a very old friend of mine. We agreed that we would contact each other if the Guardians should ever appear in our lifetime," Galen closed his eyes. "He has been keeping some items and texts for me for that very purpose. That was over fifteen years ago." The mage opened his eyes and gave a little smile at Kahreen and Flynt. "Besides, I don’t think he would ever forgive me if he didn’t get the chance to meet you."

*******

Huron swore under his breath as once again the dice mocked his efforts to win some coin. The afternoon started well enough. He had found an inn, "The Seahorse", and with the help of a few coins he had kept hidden away, Huron had managed to buy himself a few drinks and even win more coins at dice. He had felt agreeably drunk and happy.

Now however, it seemed his luck was running backwards. Grumbling, he dug deeply into his pouch, his hand closing around a lone object. It was the amulet he had ‘aquired’ from the soldier outside Aylesbury. He looked at it, wondering if it would be would enough for one final dice roll.

"That’s an interesting piece, " a voice next to him said. "Mind if I have a look?"

Huron turned. It was one of men he had been gambling with, a trader by the look of his garb. Huron showed him the amulet, keeping a firm grip on it.

"I’ll tell you what," the trader said. "I’ll give you five gold crowns for it."

Huron looked at the trader. Was he for real? He looked at the amulet. It wasn’t anything special. In fact, it looked rather ugly. Five gold pieces. He pondered the offer for a moment and decided to push his luck.

"Make it seven," Huron said. "And you’ll have a deal."

The trader smiled. "Ah, I can see you are no fool. Six crowns and not a gold piece more."

Huron barely hesitated. "Done."

Moments later the deal was made. To seal the bargain the gambler motioned to a serving girl to bring a round of drinks. Huron counted the coins as he dropped them into his pouch. Feeling rather pleased with himself , he turned to thank the gambler for the offer of a drink, only to find the fellow had disappeared. Puzzled, Huron wondered momentarily where he had gone, but then the girl arrived with his drink. Huron smiled, began flirting with her and promptly forgot all about the gambler.

*****

It was late and most of the occupants of the Sabra camp were asleep. Flynt leaned against a tall palm tree and watched the golden crescent of Kithan’s smaller moon framed by the backdrop of stars in the sky. Although he heard Kahreen approach, he kept his gaze pointed to the heavens.

"Look at that," he said pointing to a group of stars. "That looks like a dragon, don’t you think?"

Kahreen looked skyward. "Yeah, I guess so."

"The sky looks so unfamiliar," Flynt said. He stared at the stars for a few more moments before dropping his gaze.

"Thaylog, Shaiya, Vash, the clan. " Flynt’s voice was subdued. "I miss them Kah. I wonder if we will ever see them again."

"I miss them too, " Kahreen replied. She wasn’t sure how to respond to the latter part of Flynt’s comment. They had arrived here, albeit by accident, but was there a way back? She didn’t know.

"There’s something else," Flynt continued. "You said you felt we were meant to be here. I think you are right," He fixed Kahreen in his gaze. "Some how, some way we are. You and I, together."

Kahreen locked eyes with Flynt. His gaze was intense and smouldering. She felt the colour rise in her cheeks as she looked at him. Again feelings within her rose unbidden to the surface, feelings she was starting to recognise, but unsure, and just a little scared to act on. She tore her eyes away from Flynt, and began to climb the palm.

"Come on," she said, her voice and expression betraying none of the turmoil she was feeling inside. "Didn’t you mention something about a midnight flight?"

*****

*4*

The gravel crunched softly beneath booted feet as the figure walked towards the ornate double doors. As he approached two small torches flared to life on either side, illuminating the motif carved into the door panels. An image of the sun, its stlyised flames giving it a more menacing look than that of comfort and warmth, lay superimposed over two moons, the smaller above and the larger below. This was the icon of the Temples of Light, and it was before this temple in Tozer’s Cover that the figure now stood. The torchlight revealed him as the trader Huron had been speaking to earlier. Indeed he was a trader, and he was also a devout follower of the Light.

The trader knocked on the heavy doors, the sound could be heard echoing lightly inside. Moments later the door opened, revealing a young man dressed in the plain grey robes of an acolyte. The young temple assistant blinked several times in the torchlight, the trader’s knocking having woken him form a deep slumber. He focussed on the man before him, recognising the trader, having seen him in the temple on several occasions.

"Greetings to you my brother, but it is late," the acolyte said, keeping his voice quiet. "What brings you to the temple at this hour?"

"My apologies," the trader responded. He bowed slightly. "May the One Light shine on us all. I must speak to High Priest Silas immediately."

"He is asleep," the acolyte said, not really wanting to wake his lord in the middle of the night. "Can it not wait?"

The trader reached into his pocket and brought out the amulet, showing it to the acolyte. "No it can’t. It is a matter of urgency. I think they are here."

A momentary look of surprise crossed the young acolyte’s face. "Wait here, " he said as he ushered the trader through the door. "I will wake him immediately."

*****

Fantastic! The thought ran through Flynt’s mind as swiftly as the cool night air rushing over his skin. He and Kahreen had started a leisurely glide over Tozer’s Cove, not too low, lest they be seen, and continued out over the dock area. However once they were some distance from shore, over the sea proper, the pair decided to cut loose. He missed the chance to really stretch his wings, after spent the last few days landlocked. He guessed Kahreen must have felt the same, from the look of sheer joy on her face. He admired the way she rode the air currents banking and diving with effortless grace.

‘Absolutely beautiful’ Flynt thought, then caught himself with a smile. He was feeling a strong growing attraction towards Kahreen, ever since the events at The Dragon’s Spine. They had spoken, opened up to each other and it seemed at that moment, a wall that had stood between them had crumbled to dust, and he was glad.

When was the last time he had felt this way? It seemed like ten lifetimes ago. Since the death of Nightshade. In truth, he doubted he would ever feel this way again. But he did, and he found himself comfortable with this, and his memories of the past. Still smiling he banked towards Kahreen.

"This is the life isn’t it?" Flynt called as he approached. "The wind in your hair and the air under your wings. To truly feel alive!"

Kahreen blessed him with a dazzling smile in response. How true that was. A this moment she felt so vibrant, so alive. The effect was almost intoxicating. She closed in on Flynt, tapping him lightly on the head as she went past. She looked over her shoulder at his puzzled expression.

"Tag!" Kahreen laughed as she sped away. "You’re it!"

*****

Silas turned the amulet over in his hands as the pondered the trader’s story. The High Priest had no reason to doubt it. The trader was a loyal follower, and one of his best spies. When word had arrived to the Temples of the trouble outside of Aylesbury, Silas had made sure his network in the city was extra vigilant.

"You are certain of this?," Silas asked the trader.

"Absolutely," he answered. "He matched one of the descriptions you gave. When I saw that," he pointed to the amulet. "It confirmed my suspicions."

Silas looked at the amulet again. The symbol of the temple, with a sword running vertically through it. Definitely one of the amulets worn by the temple guards.

"I immediately came here," the trader said. " If this stranger is in Tozer’s Cove, then perhaps the Elves and the mage are nearby also."

Perhaps, Silas thought. And perhaps the other two were nearby as well. Those so called Guardians. Silas had not told his spies about them. They did not need to know that information. After all, those like the trader were merely tools, to be used by people like Silas to help usher in the brave new world envisioned by the High Priest’s lord and master.

"And this man is staying at "The Seahorse"," Silas mused out aloud. It was a statement more than a question.

"So Melita tells me," the trader replied. "Just before I left the inn, I asked her to fetch him a drink. One that would insure he had… an uninterrupted sleep."

I will send four guards with you to ‘invite’ this man to the temple," The High Priest tucked the amulet into his robes. "I think its time we met."

*****

The flame form the Great Lighthouse briefly illuminated Flynt and Kahreen as the pair slowly descended, landing on the headland at the lighthouse’s base. Flynt leant against the lighthouse breathing heavily.

"I didn’t even come close," he said between breaths, looking at Kahreen. "When did you get so damn fast?"

Kahreen couldn’t help but chuckle. She knew Flynt was no slouch in the air, but she had managed to outfly and out maneuver him at every turn.

"Well," she teased with a smile. "If you do catch me it’ll be something to remember."

Flynt pretended to look hurt. "Ha! You were lucky."

"Yeah, yeah," still smiling Kahreen turned to admire the view from the headland. She watched as ships rocked in their moorings along the jetty, and the waves washing up on the beach a short distance from town.

"It’s not a bad view from up here," she said.

"No," Flynt replied. "It’s not bad at all."

Something in Flynt’s voice made Kahreen turn and face him. His eyes were upon her with that same intense look she had seen earlier. Her heart skipped a beat as he approached her.

"There," Flynt said, his voice soft and gentle. "I knew I was right."

"Right?" Kahreen asked in a husky voice. "About what?"

Flynt raised his hand and softly traced his thumb along her brow ridge. "The rock didn’t leave a scar."

His touch sent shivers through Kahreen’s body. She let out a sigh and nestled her head against his palm as his thumb continued to caress her brow.

Flynt watched Kahreen’s reaction, his knees threatening to buckle beneath him. He was so close to her now, her aroma surrounded him. He wasn’t sure how Kahreen would react, but as he cradled her head in his palm, saw the look on her face, Flynt’s heart nearly exploded with happiness. He leaned forward and gently brushed his lips on her forehead.

Kahreen felt Flynt’s lips on her forehead, the touch electric, filling her with longing. She raised her head, feeling his breath on her cheek, her mouth seeking his. She kissed him passionately, throwing her arms around his neck.

Flynt wrapped his arms around Kahreen’s waist, drawing her closer. He returned her kisses with the same intensity and fire. Kahreen could feel every inch of his body against hers, feel his heat as he pressed closer. She began to moan softly as desire began to ripple through her body.

‘Flame haired mate’ the thought entered her mind suddenly, causing Kahreen to start. Other images rose unbidden to the surface. Images of those long dead. Those she had been close to, cared about. Dead because of her. She pushed herself away from Flynt.

"Stop," she said in a shuddering voice. "We can’t."

"Can’t?" Flynt was a little dazed, and very surprised by Kahreen’s sudden change. "Why?"

Kahreen took a deep breath to regain composure. After what just happened, how could she explain it to him? She slowly backed away. "I’m sorry Flynt."

The hurt on Flynt’s face almost broke her heart. Kahreen turned so he couldn’t see the tears starting to fall onto her cheeks. "Please try and understand. I’m sorry." Kahreen spread her wings as she leapt skywards, the updraft carrying her away from the headland.

Flynt blinked back his own forming tears as he watched Kahreen glide away. Understand what? What had he done wrong? He was sure he hadn’t done anything to offend or frighten her. Why did she turn on him so suddenly?

"Kahreen!" Flynt called as he took off after her. "Kahreen, wait!"

*****

With a groan Huron swung his legs over the edge of the bed as he sat up. He paused, staying very still until the room stopped spinning crazily around him. He hadn’t drunk that much, yet it felt like someone had dropped a mountain on his head. He ran a hand through his hair as he tried to piece together what happened. He remembered renting a guest room early in the night, but not coming up to it. The last thing he remembered was chatting up the barmaid. He looked over his shoulder at the bed. Nope, no company. He had lucked out there, realising at the same time that he was still fully clothed. As he gingerly rose to his feet, a ‘chinking’ sound reached his ears. Huron suddenly remembered the trader. Reaching into his pouch his hand closed around the gold coins. He smiled to himself. Some good had come from the night.

Needing to relieve himself, the big warrior looked around the guest room for a chamberpot, without much success. He also noticed his sword was missing. He was momentarily stunned. What had happened to it? He racked his brain but couldn’t remember.

Now Huron was getting angry. He reached down and patted the side of his boot. His concealed dagger was still there. He straightened up a little too quickly and his head throbbed painfully. Grumbling and cursing, he opened the door to his room and found himself in a hallway. He followed it, finally locating the stairs going down. The inn was silent, closed for the night and place was dimly light by two small lanterns, one on the stairwell and one downstairs.

"I’ll duck outside for a leak," he grumbled. "Then leave this dump behind." He started down the stairs, still puzzling over his sword. Never in his life had he lost a weapon. Huron was still a little too fuzzy minded to be thinking properly. If he was, he would have heard the sounds coming from the ground floor of the inn. As it was he didn’t see the men until he was halfway down the stairs. They had seen him at the same time. Everyone froze, Huron recognising the men as Temple soldiers, and among them was…

The trader pointed a finger at Huron. "He’s the one! Stop him!"

*5*

Lias popped the boiled sweet into his mouth, savouring its sugary taste. His second foray into Tozer’s Cove had yielded no new information, though he was fortunate enough to come across a vendor selling the sweets. They were Amethyst’s favourites so he bought a bag for her. Feeling nothing more could be gained within the city, Lias decided to make his way back to the Sabra camp. The hour was late and the elf had passed barely a half dozen others out and about like himself.

He had just turned a corner when a resounding crash came from across the street. Looking across he saw two men struggling on the ground, the pair apparently having crashed through the closed window shutters of an inn. One man got to his feet and aimed a clumsy kick to the one on the ground. Lias realised with shock the standing man was Huron. The big warrior appeared unsteady on his feet. He began to cross the street when he spied the Elf.

"Lias? Lias give me a hand!" Huron shouted. "These bastards are after me!"

Lias didn’t have the chance to answer as four figures burst from the inn. Lias saw most of them wore the crest of the Temples. By now sounds were also coming from inside the inn as sleeping guests were being awakened by the commotion.

"I’m going to regret this," Lias grabbed Huron’s arm and led the staggering warrior around the corner and down a side street, the soldiers in hot pursuit.

"In the Lady’s name Huron!" Lias exclaimed. "What’s going on?"

******

Kahreen allowed the cool night air to wash over her almost willing it to chill the turmoil inside her. How could she have let things get so out of control? She knew the answer almost immediately. She was attracted to Flynt, and she knew the attraction went deeper than simply physical. He had shown her a side of him she had never seen before, and before she knew it, she had found herself falling for him.

"All the more reason to stay away from him," Kahreen said to herself sadly. She couldn’t let herself become emotionally involved with anyone again. If she allowed herself to follow her feelings…. She shook her head as the nightmares of the past reared their ugly heads again. No. Never again. Behind her Kahreen dimly heard Flynt call her name, but she kept gliding, heading towards the dock. She wasn’t going anywhere in particular, all she knew was that she had to keep moving.

*****

Flynt frowned as Kahreen continued to ignore his calls. His initial hurt and puzzlement had now given way to worry. Kahreen seemed to be gliding randomly, her flight path and gliding manner erratic. Anxiety lent strength to Flynt’s wings as he closed the gap between himself and Kahreen. He banked, passing her and putting himself directly in her flight path.

"Kahreen!" Flynt shouted. "Stop! Please!"

Kahreen slowed and for several moments the two hovered in mid air looking at each other.

"Please," Flynt said softly. "Talk to me, what’s the matter?"

Kahreen found it hard to look at Flynt. She took a deep breath. It took all her strength to look him in the eye and keep her expression neutral; to hide her true feelings from him.

"Flynt, what happened between us, we shouldn’t have," Kahreen said. "It was a mistake."

"A mistake?" Flynt was dumbstruck. "Why?"

Kahreen felt her resolve starting to slip. "It just was. I’m sorry. It’s better that we forget it ever happened."

Flynt was speechless. Forget it happened? A myriad of emotions ran through him, leaving feeling like he’d just been kicked in the stomach.

"Fine," he finally answered, his voice harsh. "Have it your way.

The tone in his voice was like a whiplash to Kahreen’s ears. She looked away sadly, when something caught her eye.

"Flynt?", Kahreen asked. "What’s that?"

Flynt turned to leave "Changing the subject isn’t going to…"

"I’m not!" Kahreen snapped and instantly regretted her tone. "I’m not," she said softly, and pointed downwards. "Look."

Flynt looked down and saw two figures running near the dock area. His brow furrowed. "That looks like Lias, and is that Huron with him?"

"I think so, "Kahreen answered. "And it looks like they have company."

Flynt had also seen the second group of men, apparently in pursuit of Lias and Huron. Kahreen gave Flynt a nod and started to descend.

"Bloody marvelous," Flynt said with sarcasm as he followed. "Just _bloody _marvelous."

*****

Thanks to his earlier forays, Lias had some idea where he was going. However, he was not a local, and no matter what he tried, he couldn’t shake his pursuers. Lias was amazed the Huron had managed to escape the guards in his condition. Though Huron was not staggering as much as before, he still did not seem quite right. His speech was still a little slurred as if he was drunk, but to Lias’ eyes the big man did not look intoxicated. Nor could he provide any clue as to why he was being pursued. Whatever the case, to stand and face the guards was not an option. The chase had led them down towards the cargo storage vaults of the docks, and Lias hoped the pair may be able to find shelter among the buildings or cargo lining the area and lose their pursuers. That was the plan at least.

The pair ducked between two storage vaults and eventually found themselves on a pier. It was deserted, ending about one hundred yards in front of them. Before them, the sea; behind them, the Temple guards. Lias and Huron had run out of places to go.

"Feel like taking a swim?" Lias asked Huron, as the guards appeared.

"Not bloody likely," Huron replied, drawing the dagger form his boot. He was beginning to feel like his old self again. Lias drew his short sword and the pair faced their antagonists.

The guards approached slowly. "You should have come peaceably," the head guard said to Huron. "If you drop your weapons now, we won’t rough you up too much before we take you in."

Lias suddenly grinned. "No. You should drop your weapons right now. You are outnumbered after all."

"What!" the guard smirked. "You’re insane Elf . It’s time to knock some sense into you."

"I really think you should do as he says," came a female voice from behind the guards.

As the temple guards turned, Kahreen drew her sword, smashing the pommel into the mouth of the nearest one. Flynt, though unarmed, disposed of two others by cracking their helmeted heads against one another. Kahreen disposed of the last one with a savage kick to the groin. Aided by the element of surprise, the battle was over before it had even begun, leaving the guard’s strewn around the wharf like so much flotsam.

"These look like the same guys we ran into when we first met you," Flynt said to Lias.

"They are Temple Guards," Lias confirmed, quickly outlining what had happened. All eyes turned to Huron.

"Been influencing people and winning friends?" Flynt asked sarcastically.

"Back off," Huron growled. "I don’t know why they were after me." He scratched his head looking in the general direction of the storage vaults. A flash of movement caught his eye.

"That damned trader!" Huron shouted. "He was at the inn with the guards!"

All four took off after the trader, but he had a good head start and was soon swallowed up by the darkness.

"Lost him," Flynt sighed in exasperation. He turned to Huron. "Who the hell is he anyway?"

"We’d better sort that out later," Kahreen said. "Whoever he is, he’ll probably be back with more of his friends. We should head back to camp to warn the others."

"Agreed," said Lias. "We’ll split up. We should be back at camp within. the hour."

Kahreen shook her head. "No way. The quickest was we all can get back is by air." She motioned to Lias. "Hop onto my back."

Lias looked uncertain. "But…"

"No buts. Trust me." Kahreen assured him.

Lias climbed onto Kahreen’s back. She began to climb the nearest storage vault to gain some altitude. Flynt and Huron looked at each other.

"Oh no," Flynt groaned in disgust. "You’ve got to be kidding."

"No way," Huron said, equally displeased. "Forget it!"

Kahreen looked down at the human warrior. "You wanna wait for your buddies there to come to? Or maybe meet some of their other friends? I’m sure they’d be happy to see you."

Huron shook his head and swore under his breath.

"Just don’t wiggle around too much up there," Flynt warned Huron. "It would really upset me to see you fall off from a great height." He graced Huron with a smile, one that gave Huron the impression Flynt wouldn’t be very upset at all.

*6*

Silas had never heard a man babble so much. The trader’s second appearance before High Priest was nothing like the first. Fear was driving the trader to hysteria and Silas had to repeatedly calm the man down. Eventually a bottle of wine was brought in, and after the trader had a few glasses and felt more composed, Silas eventually heard the whole story.

The High Priest tapped his chin thoughtfully as he digested the information.

"Well done," Silas finally said. "We have been expecting these creatures for some time." He told the trader a story, one carefully manufactured by the Temples of Light. One that would spread among its followers now the Guardians were being sighted.

"So you see," Silas concluded. "These creatures and those who follow them will bring war and pestilence to our lands, destroying everything we have worked so hard to achieve."

"They must be stopped," the trader replied, the wine having boosted his courage. "What must we do?"

"Spread the word among our followers," Silas said. "At daybreak I will hold a service for the faithful and explain all. Also tell them there will be great rewards for anyone who has information that leads to these monsters capture."

"It shall be done," the trader bowed. "May the One Light shine on us all."

"May it shine," Silas acknowledged, almost absently, as the trader departed. It was so easy to manipulate these people to his master’s needs.

Once he had left, Silas summoned the captain of the guard.

"You heard everything?" the High Priest asked.

"Yes lord," the captain replied.

"Good. Firstly locate your missing men, find out what they know, then punish them for their incompetence," Silas ordered. "Be alert captain. Anything strange or remotely out of the ordinary, I want it dealt with immediately. Remember, they are here."

The captain nodded his understanding and left. Silas strode over to the altar of the temple. Standing in front of an ornate brazier he uttered an incantation. Within the brazier a blue flame blazed to life. In moments a face, with pale skin and black eyes, appeared within the flames. The face of Sarmak’s High Cleric.

"My lord," Silas said. "I have news."

*****

In the Sabra’s encampment the companions were deep in discussion. Having heard Huron’s tale, it did not take long to form the link between the amulet, trader and the Temple.

"The ship won’t be leaving until the mid morning tide," Galen frowned. "There is nothing we can do until then."

"Our odds of slipping by are a lot harder now," Flynt said. "They will be looking for us."

Flynt’s mood was rapidly darkening. Since their arrival back at the camp, Kahreen had been avoiding him. Even now she sat as far away as she could. To Flynt, this mess with Huron was just icing on the cake. He glared at the human warrior

"And I was worried Kahreen and I could place you all in danger," Flynt said icily. "It looks like you did a good job of that by yourself."

"Listen, we parted ways when we reached this town," Huron said defiantly. "What I do is my own business."

"Really? Yet here you are. Your ‘business’ has placed everyone in jeopardy," Flynt countered. "Including yourself."

Huron shifted uncomfortably at this last thought.

"Enough! What’s done is done," Amethyst fixed them both with her gaze. "Take this as a warning. As to how influential the Temples can be.

"Amethyst is right," Kahreen agreed. "What’s done is done." Flynt looked at her. Kahreen was pale and tired. She met his eyes briefly before turning away. Flynt’s heart silently cried out to her. He wanted nothing more than to take her away from this insanity, away to somewhere safe. But he knew that wasn’t going to happen anytime soon.

Kahreen raised her head and looked at each of them in turn. "Galen is right too. Nothing can be done ‘til daybreak. There will be more people around, and in our Sabra clothing we have a good chance of making it. Until then we rest, sit tight and wait."

*****

Night had fallen on Andalor, and in the darkened sky, darker shapes flew on leathery wings. The first of the Angel Dragonriders begun flying in. Standing on the balcony of the former Elven palace Caleich watched as more and more appeared. Caleich closed her eyes and reached out, touching minds with her dragon, Ravenwing, creating a mutual bond. She become a part of the dragon, feeling its sensations, relishing the freedom of the air. After a few minutes she disengaged the link with a smile, and walked back into the great hall.

"I’ve just received news the guardians have been sighted," Sarmak said as Caleich entered the hall. The Angel Overlord examined the three dimensional model of Kithan lying on the table before him. "Here. In a small seaside town in Tir Deas called Tozer’s Cove."

"Still on the southern continent" Caleich mused, examining the map. "Let me deal with them. Ravenwing will come with me. Even with a brief stop on one of the isles we can be there in a day and a half."

Sarmak shook his head. "I need you to head the attack on Lithara on the morrow, while I consolidate our position in the west. There is no need to alter our plans. I have relayed orders for our people in Tozer’s Cove, should the Guardians be seen again."

Caleich gave the Angel a quizzical look. Sarmak smiled lightly and pointed to the map.

"The Elven cleric was first seen here at Aylesbury, and the Guardians appeared shortly after." Sarmak’s finger traced a line over Tir Deas. "Since then they have moved northwards to here," his finger paused on the northernmost point of the land mass. "They can travel no further by land, and Tozer’s Cove is a port city… "

Realisation dawned in Caleich’s orange hued eyes. "A ship! They plan to travel by ship!" She looked at the map. "There is only a few places they can go from there."

"And we will have those areas covered very soon." Sarmak replied.

Caleich smiled. "Very clever Sarmak. There is no need to go searching for them. They will come to us!"

*7*

Dawn at Tozer’s Cove was barely an hour old but already the streets and market square were a bustle of activity. Accompanied by Baru-Shamir, the companions moved among the early morning crowd, their Sabra clothing adequately blending them into the background. Galen had also cast a Spell of Anonymity on the group, particularly Flynt and Kahreen. At a casual glance they would simply appear as another face in the crowd, seen, and forgotten just as quickly. However the spell had one flaw. Under intense scrutiny the illusion could be broken. It was important to attract as little attention as possible.

Apart from the usual commotion in the setting up of the monthly market, there was a further disruption. Temple guards had cordoned off an area of the marketplace and the companions watched as a small raised dais was removed from a wagon, and rapidly set up. Behind the dais, on a tall pole, flew the banner of the Temples of Light.

"T’would seem the charlatans are preparing to spread more of their poison," Amethyst said in anger, as people already began to gather around the dais.

Lias rested a hand on her shoulder. "Easy my sister, this is neither the time nor the place."

Their attention was brought back to the dais where Silas appeared, flanked by a retinue of temple priests and guards. Resplendent in his purple and gold trimmed ceremonial robe, Silas stepped onto the dais. He raised his hands benignly and waited for the crowd to settle.

"My brethren, I stand before you with most unsettling news," the Head Cleric’s voice carried clearly across the crowd. "We have all been hearing tales of trouble and unrest across the sea," Silas waited for the murmurs of agreement to fade. "I have received information, and I am sad to say, most of it is true."

The Head Cleric played the crowd well. He spoke of looming war and dark forces, but without becoming too specific. His details from the north were sketchy at best he claimed. However, one point was made abundantly clear. The blame for this rising evil was placed squarely on the shoulders of the Guardians.

"And even more terrifying, two of these evil abominations were seen in our town last night! No doubt preparing to spread their evil!" Silas gave a description and smiled inwardly at the crowds reaction. Elements of fear and anger were etched on many faces.

The companions were watching the crowd too. Things were starting to look nasty.

Silas continued his rhetoric. "These creatures must be found and brought to the Temple, only then can we purify our town from their dark terror."

"Now would probably be a good time to leave, " Flynt whispered to Kahreen. The message was passed along and the travelers cautiously melted away from then crowd. The rest of Silas’ speech went unheard as the little group moved away. Only when they were fully two streets away did they breathe a sigh of relief. They started towards the docks.

"He almost had them in a frenzy," Kahreen said. "The man is a master at manipulation."

"Manipulation of fear is the Temple’s most powerful tool," Amethyst explained.

"The Temple’s influence has doubled, no tripled, since my last visit here." The companions saw worry lining Baru-Shamir’s normally placid face. "The sooner you are away from here, the better for you all."

"You have no argument there," Flynt muttered. "None at all."

*****

"I understand your problem, Lord Cassalon," the human soldier said, "But orders are orders. The border’s closed until further notice."

Cassalon ground his teeth in frustration. He had pushed his men all night and daybreak had finally found them crossing the river that separated Lithara from Aralias. Almost immediately they were challenged by a Litharan border patrol, and that’s where Cassalon’s troubles started.

"I don’t think you do understand, "Cassalon was starting to loose patience. "There is NO alliance. The drums are a ruse. We were attacked, our army destroyed, and the capitol taken," Cassalon stared at the soldier. "And the same will befall Lithara if you are not ready. This army is unlike any seen before."

The border guard looked at the Elves. They looked like they had been to the underworld and back. He sympathised, but he would not break his orders.

"Look sir, I’ve sent a runner to the nearest tower to relay your request," the soldier explained. "But that’s all I can do, until I receive orders stating otherwise."

Cassalon nodded in resignation. He could not make the man disobey orders, nor would he expect the soldier to do so. Cassalon turned to his own men, spreading his hands and rolling his eyes skywards in a "I can’t do anything more" gesture. Something in the sky caught his attention. A speck on the horizon. Cassalon froze, watching as the speck, and another, then several more appeared. It did not take him long to recognise the shapes.

"Look there," he pointed skyward, unable to keep the fear from his voice." Do you see now! You can’t close your borders against that!

******

High above the forest, at the head of the first wave of Angel Dragonriders, Caleich rode astride Ravenwing. Her destination was the Litharan capitol and she licked her lips in anticipation of the bloodshed and suffering that she was soon to unleash. She looked down and saw a group of soldiers nearby a river. Ravenwing had seen them also, and mentally asked Caleich to attack them.

"No, no my sweet," Caleich laughed. "They are insignificant, the ground forces will deal with them. There will be thousands of souls to torment at the capital!"

Ravenwing was pleased about that.

And the dragons flew on.

*8*

"Feel like you’ve been here before?" Lias asked wryly, directing his question at Huron.

"Very funny," Huron replied. All he was thinking about was hopping a ship and getting out of this crazy town. He looked about him in distaste. Last night Lias and himself had run down this very thoroughfare, pursued by the Temple guards. The place looked very different in the daylight, with vendors plying their wares and dockside workers moving goods in and out of storage vaults. The masts and sails of a number of ships could be seen behind the buildings.

"This way," Baru-Shamir directed them off the main causeway and onto a smaller network of wharves. "It is not far now."

Flynt looked around, not really taking the sights in at all. His mind was on other matters. Kahreen was still avoiding him. Things had been going so well, but now it was like she had drawn away from him, raising a huge barrier between them. The clerics speech they witnessed earlier worried Flynt. He wanted to talk to Kahreen about it, but he was at a loss on how to approach her.

He was so lost in thought he failed to feel the tugging on his robes until the sound of a small voice reached his ears.

"Excuse me sir," a small boy looked up at him, big blue eyes framed in a grubby little face. "Can you spare a few coppers? Please sir."

"I’m sorry kid," Flynt said. "I don’t have any money." Flynt gave silent thanks Galen’s spell was working. The lad would have probably run away screaming if he saw Flynt’s true form.

"Please, just one copper?" the boy implored. "I haven’t eaten today."

Flynt felt sorry for the youngster, but he didn’t have any money, or food for that matter to give. He looked around, at a loss, when Amethyst walked over and knelt in front of the boy.

"Here," she said, offering her bag of boiled sweets to the lad. "Take these and may The Lady smile upon you."

"Thanks!" The boy grabbed the bag and smiled, popping a sweet into his mouth, and giving Flynt a ‘this lady is much nicer than you’ look. Flynt sighed, ignoring the chuckles of the others as they moved on. As the boy watched the companions leave, a shipping steward approached him.

"Be off with you," the steward warned. "We can’t have you annoying people."

But the boy stopped sucking on his sweet and stared at the companions, puzzled. "Why does that man have a tail?"

The steward regarded him narrowly. "Don’t be foolish, be on your way, now!"

The boy continued staring. "But he does! Look!"

Shaking his head the steward looked at the retreating group. After a few moments he blinked several times, not believing his eyes. Was that a tail? And did it seem the man had become taller?

The steward had been at the markets and heard Silas speak of strange, evil creatures in Tozer’s Cove.

"It can’t be," he whispered. He grabbed the boy’s arm. "Get out of here now!" The stewards voice made the boy comply with no argument.

The steward gave one final look before hurrying off. He was going to need help. Lots of it.

*****

"Ah, here we are at last," Baru-Shamir spread his hands wide, indicating a ship at the end of the wharf. "My cousin’s vessel, ‘Waverunner’."

Before the group stood a dual masted ship. Behind the rear mast stood a thin metal cylinder, half the height of the mast itself, from which steam lazily curled into the sky. Kahreen’s brow furrowed with thought.

"A smoke stack?" she queried.

"An exhaust stack," a voice from the gangplank corrected her. "For the steam engine." The ship’s captain approached. "I am Damas, and you must be the special guests my cousin speaks so highly of."

Introductions were made. Damas was attired in light coloured baggy pants and a loose fitting shirt. Dark haired and tanned the family resemblance to the Sabra Hetman was easily seen.

"And you are the Guardians?" Damas asked after being introduced to Kahreen and Flynt. "They look nothing like you described Baru," he added with a puzzled look.

They are under a spell to hide their appearance," Galen explained. "If you really look you can see their true form."

Damas stared hard at the pair. Within moments a look of astonishment crossed his face.

"It’s … it’s true," he exclaimed. "Amazing!"

"Captain!" one of the crew called from the ship. "The engine pressure is steady. We’re ready to cast off."

"Then let’s not delay any longer," Damas pointed to the gangplank. "If you please?"

The companions said their good-byes and thanks to Baru-Shamir and started towards the ship. Damas grasped the Hetman’s hand in his own.

"I will see them to their destination, cousin," Damas promised. "Until next we meet!"

"Until next we meet," Baru Shamir said. "May the wind favour your sails."

Damas was halfway up the gangplank when a voice rang out across the wharf.

"Hold fast! Your ship is going nowhere!" Damas saw a shipping steward and a dozen Temple guards running towards ‘Waverunner’.

"It seems someone is interested in my guests." Damas leapt from the gangplank onto the ship.

"Full astern!" he shouted to the sailor in the wheelhouse.

Galen stood at the ship’s railing as it began to move. He raised his arms.

"Smuid Callaid!" he cried. Almost instantly the guards were enveloped in a thick wall of smoke. Kahreen watched, fascinated and impressed by the feat.

"That should keep them busy for a while," Galen said.

The ship continued to back away from the dock. The gangplank disengaged from the ship and fell into the water. Suddenly ‘Waverunner’ shuddered to a halt and then began to pull sideways, the paddlewheel at the stern churning angrily.

"The bow rope is still tied off to the dock!" a sailor shouted. The tension and stress on the heavy rope increased and the ship’s timbers creaked loudly in protest as they fought against the immovable wharf.

On the wharf, the smoke surrounding the guards had begun to dissipate, and several ran towards the thick rope with the intention of keeping it secure. A sailor cut at the rope with a knife, but the blade was cutting to slowly.

"We’ll have to shut down!" the sailor in the wheelhouse yelled. "Or she’ll rip herself in two!"

Kahreen tore her robe away, freeing her wings. She ran towards the bow and leapt skyward. In mid-leap she drew her sword and landed on the ship’s railing. She chopped, once, twice and the rope parted. Released from the tension, the ship sprung backwards violently, almost knocking everyone off their feet. The distance between ship and dock increased dramatically, leaving the Temple guards to watch helplessly from the wharf. The guards captain could barely contain his fury.

"Take me to the harbourmaster’s office!" he told the steward. "I want all the records on that ship immediately!"

*9*

Sarmak did not seem perturbed that the Guardians were still free. In fact, thought High Cleric Araman, the Overlord appeared very relaxed. Sarmak had summoned Araman to come to Andalor, after the High Cleric informed Sarmak of the Guardians escape. Now the Angel High Cleric stood to the side of the Great Hall, waiting patiently as Sarmak issued orders to his generals for the invasion of the Western Territories. As Araman listened he knew these territories would present no problems. Most were petty dukedoms. Hardly worth the bother, thought Araman. But the time for subterfuge was past. Now was the time for conquest and bloody retribution. To claim a ten thousand year inheritance. And all of Kithan would pay.

Sarmak dismissed his generals and Araman stepped forward. The two most powerful Angels on Kithan faced each other. Sarmak acknowledged the necromancer with a nod. Araman returned the nod, but slightly deeper, showing respect to his lord.

"So," Sarmak said, walking over to the model of Kithan. "Tell me more of this ship."

"A small spice trader out of Lithara," Araman informed Sarmak. "The harbourmaster’s records show it did take on a cargo of spices before the escape. The destiantion of that cargo is Lithara."

"Lithara," Sarmak laughed. "Barely a day has passed and Caleich and the dragons have destroyed the capitol and razed the countryside. Lithara is ours."

"Sire, there is no guarantee the ship will come to Lithara," Araman said.

"Of course not," Sarmak agreed. "But there are very few places they can land. And from Lithara the Dragon riders can cover vast areas of the coastline and sea."

"True," agreed Araman as he examined the map.

"But that is not why I asked you here, old friend," Sarmak ran his hand over the map, past the Western Territories, past the Ice Storm Mountains. His hand settled over the snowbound regions of the far north. "Has your research yielded anything?"

"The texts are very fragmentary," Araman answered. "If it is there, I have yet to locate it."

"It must be there somewhere." Sarmak whispered. "Find it for me Araman. Find it."

*****

For the fourth day in a row Flynt watched the Kithan sunset over the Urramach Sea. The dying rays of the sun made the waters appear bloody as the great, red orb slipped below the horizon.

With the aid of the ship’s steam engine, the journey progressed much faster than by sail alone. Waverunner was just over a day away from Tir Tuath, and even closer to Galen’s mysterious friend.

There had been some points of contention between Galen and the ship’s navigator as to the location of the island chain. The old mage was most specific as to its whereabouts, using the night sky as a guide, but the navigator was adamant no such landmass existed. In the end, and on Damas’ order, the navigator begrudgingly altered course, sailing parallel to the coastline.

Kahreen climbed the stairs from below deck and deeply inhaled the cool, salty night air. She saw Flynt, but fought down the urge to go to him. She dared not be alone with him, yet she wanted to be near him. He looked at her. Kahreen quickly looked away, before her face betrayed the emotions she felt for him, afraid his eyes would melt her resolve completely. Kahreen saw Galen and Amethyst near the bow of the ship, reminding her as to why she had come topside. She had questions playing on her mind. Questions only Galen could answer.

"Hello Kahreen," Galen said, as she approached. "Is everything alright?" Kahreen thought she detected a trace of concern in his voice.

"Yeah, I’m fine," she replied. "I wanted to ask you something Galen. About what you did the other day, with the smoke screen at the docks."

Galen smiled. "That was a good spell. I rather enjoyed it."

"Well, " Kahreen continued. "The spells, the magic. Can anyone do them?"

"Ahh," Galen nodded in understanding. "That depends. Everyone has some latent magical ability to a greater or lesser degree. It depends on the willpower and commitment of the individual. That dictates how the magic is used."

"Like magic for good, and evil?" Kahreen asked.

Galen shook his head. "No. There is no good or evil magic. Only magic. It is energy. Mages and clerics are merely conduits for that energy. How the magic is used depends entirely on the individual."

"It is like the difference between Galen and myself," Amethyst explained. "Galen chooses to use magic to aid or defend by manipulating the elements. I use magical energy directly to heal injuries and cure ills. Then there are others who use it to cause harm."

"I see," Kahreen said, beginning to understand. "You make the magic, it doesn’t make you."

Amethyst nodded. "It’s more than mind or willpower. Magic also comes from the heart." Her purple hued eyes flicked briefly across the ship to where Flynt stood, stargazing.

"Sometimes," she added, looking at Kahreen again. "It’s best to follow what the heart says, not the mind. The heart sees things for what they are. Sometimes the mind doesn’t."

Kahreen realised with a start what Amethyst was talking about. Was it that obvious to everyone.

"Maybe you’re right," Kahreen said quietly. "Maybe."

*****

NightStrike was annoyed, and told her rider again for the hundredth time. Annoyed that her flight squad were ordered to remain in Lithara to patrol the coastline. Their squad should be in the Western Territories with the others, not stuck here blasting ships out of the water like fish in a barrel.

Or looking for strange clouds. Two days ago one of her sisters reported a strange occurrence. A cloud had appeared out of nowhere, swallowed a ship whole, and disappeared without a trace. The young dragon banked left as movement on the sea’s surface caught her attention. Another ship, this one a short distance away. Her rider had seen it also.

"Alright NightStrike," the Angel said. "Time to add another to the list."

The dragon prepared to attack.

*****

The heart sees things for what they are.

Amethyst’s words echoed in Kahreen’s mind as she crossed the deck. Her heart was hammering as she drew closer, but she kept on going. There was no turning back.

"Flynt!" Kahreen called.

Flynt turned at the sound of his name. Kahreen smiled warmly at him. Momentary puzzlement, then happiness lit up Flynt’s face. He smiled as he started towards her…

…and the sea erupted behind him with such force the ship tilted starboard, sending all on deck sprawling.

"What the hell was that!" Flynt shouted as he regained his footing. Salt water rained down on like a storm on the deck. Then he saw the sillouhette in the sky.

"Oh shit, that’s a…a, " Flynt’s voice trailed away.

"A dragon," Kahreen finished for him.

******

NightStrike turned for another pass, releasing her breath weapon. Acid struck the foremost mast, rapidly dissolving it, and part of the top deck. Elating in the destruction she was causing, the dragon climbed, and circled for another pass.

Bedlam reigned on the deck of the Waverunner. The ferocity of the attack, and the attacker, had caused panic. Flynt spotted Galen still near the bow, helping Amethyst to her feet."

"Mage!, "he shouted desperately. "DO SOMETHING!"

Flynt grabbed Kahreen by the arm and started towards the stern.

"What are you doing?" Kahreen asked, not resisting as he led the way.

"Where is your sword?" Flynt asked.

"Below deck." Kahreen said

Cursing, Flynt looked around. Spotting two gaffe poles he scooped them up, thrusting one into Kahreen’s hands. The wicked, barbed hook at the end of the pole glinted wetly. His eyes softened as he looked at her.

"We have to draw that thing away," he said. "The ship wont survive another attack."

"I know," Kahreen nodded.

Flynt looked as if he was going to say more, but he turned abruptly and climbed the stern mast, launching himself into the air. Kahreen followed a few moments later.

NightStrike dived for one more attack, when a bolt of lightning sped upwards from the deck of the ship. The dragon pulled away sharply, barely missing the bolt. In his dragonsaddle the Angel swore venomously. NightStrike snarled as she spotted the mage below.

Galen stood in the center of the deck, blue lightning crackling around his fingertips.

"Tien Adhair! " he shouted, and another bolt shot skyward. The lightning would keep the dragon at bay for awhile, but Galen knew it wouldn’t last. He had three, maybe four good bursts left. After that he would be to drained to cast any more spells.

"What exactly do you suggest we do," Kahreen asked. "Ask it to roll over and play dead?"

"I dunno, " Flynt said. "Just keep it away from the ship!" He spotted the rider on the dragons back. "We can try and take him out! That’ll draw his attention away."

The dragon and her rider were not expecting an aerial assault and it came as a complete surprise when the Angel cried out suddenly and nearly fell from the dragonsaddle. NightStrike saw a flash of tan as a small winged being darted by.

Flynt cursed at the attack’s failure. He had struck only a glancing blow off the rider’s armour. In addition the gaffe pole had snapped. Flynt threw the useless remainder away and turned. His eyes met briefly with those of the rider. Black soulless eyes, devoid of mercy or pity

Angel! The name leapt involuntarily into Flynt’s mind.

The rider’s pale face contorted into a mask of hate when he spotted Flynt.

"Guardian!" You will pay dearly for that!" He drew a crossbow from its holster on the dragonsaddle.

"After it!" the Angel ordered NightStrike. "Take it alive!"

The dragon began to pursue, but a lightning bolt brought her up short.

"Nice one Galen," Flynt muttered as he dived under the dragon, using his size and agility to their best advantage.

Kahreen was behind the dragon and had not been seen. As Flynt dived, she decided to make her move. She glided in between NightStrike’s wings, building up speed, intending to bury the gaffe hook into the rider’s back. But the dragon veered suddenly. The gaffe missed, burying itself between the dragon’s scales instead. NightStrike roared with pain and fury as Kahreen quickly maneuvered away.

The Angel saw Kahreen come into his line of sight. He raised the crossbow and fired, the bolt striking home in Kahreen’s right shoulder. The pain was burning, intense, as Kahreen struggled to stay aloft.

The burning sensation spread throughout her body and limbs. As Kahreen began to loose consciousness, she knew what had happened.

"Aw crap," she mumbled, as darkness overtook her. "Poison."

*****

Flynt watched in horror as the crossbow bolt struck Kahreen. Her body became limp and she started to fall. Flynt lost sight of all else. The dragon, the ship, all of his surroundings as his eyes focussed on her falling form

"Kahreen! NO!"