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The BloodVaine EpicChapter 85: Brooding BloodVaine
“BloodVaine?...BloodVaine?”
Aezazel was calling throughout the Yellow Castle, looking for BloodVaine. Suddenly he turned into a room and there he was. BloodVaine was laying on one of the king’s beds with a weary, bedraggled look on his face.
“By Mephistar, what happened to you?”
BloodVaine squinted open an eye and then rolled into a sitting position on the side of the bed.
“I don’t want to talk about it.” he mumbled. “The Fire Breathing Fortress has been destroyed.”
The expression of Gib’s face tuned to that of shock. “What? How?”
“It’s not my fault!” BloodVaine snapped, “How could I concenrtate with his unending physical attacks? The man was like a hornet. Insignificant in power and yet hard to nail down.”
Gingerly, the dark wizard padded his black eye.
“He stung where it hurt the most. I didn’t mean to destroy the fortress, but I just couldn't take it! I...I let go.”
“So that was it?” Aezazel said thoughtfully, “I felt your little magic burst myself. Nearly turned me inside out, it did. Why, you must have drained nearly every drop of magic in all of Dametreos. Oh, a curse on you BloodVaine! You’ve weakened yourself and destroyed your own fortress. And just when we need you the most! Our plan is falling apart at the very seams!”
“What!” said BloodVaine leaping bolt upright, “What do you mean?”
“The dragons are out of control, the Eroth Gamus is dead and even as we speak an army is marching from the north.”
The eyes of the dark mage leapt into flame.
“This is not over yet, Aezazel! Del Grakken’s men will be here soon. When they arrive tell them to mount their dragons. If the power of Coal Blood has worn away, then we will proceed in the old manner. Ready my airship, bring forth Bahamut, call forth the red cross knights and tell me...by Inion, tell me...what did you say about the Eroth Gamus?”
But neither thought nor whisper of the conversation ever reached Gib. The commotion faded into darkness as it sifted through the burning blackness to the place where the hermit sat chanting.
Seed to sapling, boy to man,
Rumpelstiltskin, Peter Pan
Story, legend, tale, sooth,
Seek the light, find the truth...
The words seemed foreign to Gib, like a forgotten dream or an old tale. Still, there was something nagging him. Holding on to the back of his mind. Something he was supposed to do. There was one thing he did know, however. He was Gib. Always remember. Never forget. Always...always remember. Gib.
Life to dying, peace to war,
Never ending, nevermore,
Thinking, trying, doing, done,
Save the morning, kill the Sun...
BloodVaine sat upon the ornate throne of the Classic Emperor, chewing on a scrap of meat. He swallowed carefully, and then sipped some wine. Placing the goblet on a tray, he carefully and slowed felt for the Mana in the recesses of his mind. Tyco. The Mana was still minimal, pitifully so. BloodVaine surmised the maximum spell that would be possible would be the teleportation of a mouse from Port Crowne to Port Ardonogue. BloodVaine cursed himself for such a needless overreaction. His internal swearing was interrupted by Del Grakken. The Dragon Master lord bow hurridly and began to babble out, “My lord, the Forestdwellers and Bulls have attacked! They are bombarding Orion’s Gate, and we are loosing ground!”
BloodVaine shifted, seemingly calm. “So, they attack with the Mana nearly empty...they know I am lacking without magic...luck is on their side…”
Aezezal stepped forward. “My Lord, the Mana does not effect me, and no one save a demon hunter can kill me, though this body may perish. Let me battle.”
“NO!” BloodVaine was firm, “You stay here, by my side at all times. If you loose that spirit-box to the enemy, I will perish the instant they open it!”
BloodVaine turned to Del Grakken. “Send a messenger dragon to Falconis XXVIII and alert him to the current situation. Prepare the Dawn Of The Ages for battle and select one hundred of your best men to man it.”
“Who will command it, my lord?”
“You will. You have the skill to pilot an airship, do you not? Take the Arklyndelys Vulondur out of the sky and bombard the Forestdwellers with ballista bolts and arrows. Void is as much crippled by the lack of Mana as I, you two will be evenly matched. Once the Arklyndelys Vulondur is detroyed the Forestdwellers will have no protection from the skies, and Bahamut will then decimate them!”
Del Grakken bowed and hurried out to fulfil his orders.
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