The Best Sheep Ever

This might be the silliest story I've ever written. I had a lot of fun writing it (maybe too much fun, as this took me three damn months to finish. I hope you enjoy!

A plague of Gray Boils struck the land of Fenndwell, almost overnight. The people were struck ill, save for a lucky few. Lucky, that is, if you consider having to clean up everyone else's burst boil juices and vomit lucky. But the people were not the only ones affected by the outbreak. The herds of glimmersheep, the enchanted beasts that made Fenndwell famous, were stricken as well. The boils soiled their silvery fleece, ruining most of the magical wool.

Before falling ill, Lord Tambis IV sent out a plea for help to the governing country of Harkenal. The Harkers, a guild of adventurers and explorers, received their message but were disallowed to help by the Council of Seven. Gregory Klask, the Grandmaster of the Harkers, understanding all too well the dire situation facing the people of Fenndwell and unable to win over the hearts of the Council, sent word out to the only two people he knew could help without actually breaking his word to the Council.

They were mercenaries known on several dimensions, some of which they were legally allowed to return to. Not only were they both dangerous combatants in their own ways, they were expert investigators, famously having solved mysteries such as The Missing Emeralds of Talran, The Haunted Song of Bollanhall, and The Dread Panty-Snatcher of West-Iverland. To those who knew what to call them, they were known as ... Danger Beasts!

The first of the two was Branth. Once a man, he was now mostly wolf due to a terrible curse that was not as bad as it seemed. What was supposed to render him a savage, frothing beast only served to give him gray fur and a deep voice. Not to mention claws, which he often declined to use in favor of the ancestral sword he carried with him.

The second was Crimsalin, sorceress, genius, dragon. Definitively the brains behind Danger Beasts, she stumbled upon Branth's world when her experimental gate spell dropped her unceremoniously between him and his undead foes. A quick explaination and another spell later they were both drawn into yet another realm, unfamiliar to both.

Thus began their amazing adventures across planes, dimensions, and time. Soon, they were known for their exploits all across existence, and their foes would call them Beasts. They embraced that title, after intercepting a Nazi message that said only "Danger Beasts Are Coming" they began using it to refer to themselves.

Eventually they began to sell their services as mercenaries across the planes. Not many people knew their names, but those who did spoke of them as legend incarnate. The ones lucky enough to call upon them learned quickly that there seemed to be no problem they could not solve. Those unlucky enough to stand in their way discovered how well deserved their name was.

"So let me see if I understand you correctly," Crimsalin said to the nervous young man in front of her who spoke for the lord. "You want us to ... cure your people?"

"In a manner of speaking, ma'am," the man said.

"Cut to the heart of it, boy," Branth said, yellow eyes glaring. "You are aware we are no healers."

"Kinda the opposite, actually," Crimsalin said, flashing a sharp-toothed grin. Branth returned her knowing look with a smirk of his own. "So what does your lord think we can do for him?"

"He believes the plague is a curse, brought on by a witch." the young man said.

Branth's ears flattened and his eyes narrowed. "A witch?"

"Now, now," Crimsalin said, putting a hand on his shoulder. "Not all of 'em want your fur for a potion."

"She said aphrodisiac, thank you very much," said the wolf man, shivering. "I'll not have any of that, thank you."

"Rumor is she wants our glimmersheep, and if she can't have them, she won't let us keep them either."

"Those fancy colorful things out in the fields?" Branth said. "What does she want with those?"

"Their fur is magic, sir,"

Branth sighed. "Magic sheep. Still a better stock than Maine."

"I've not heard of that land, sir," the young man said.

Branth put a clawed hand on his shoulder, and gestured with the other to the horizon. "Picture your hills, but instead of sheep, it's potatoes. Potatoes as far as the eye can see."

"And a shoreline, stinking with oversized crayfish," Crimsalin added.

"That's horrible," the young man said. "How do their people live?"

"In cold and polite bitterness," Branth growled. "I've never seen a population so miserable."

"But we're not here to talk about backwater worlds and their unreasonable rules about vigilantism," Crimsalin said. "Where is this witch? We might as well pay her a visit, see what she has to say for herself."

"Her manor is to the east," the young man said. "You may want to start there. Now if you'll excuse me," he picked up a mop and a bucket, "the lord's vomit won't clean itself up."

"Good luck, kid," Crimsalin said, somewhat sympathetically.

"Come on, then," Branth said to his partner. "We were paid in advance, let's not waste any of Klask's time."

They found themselves at the manor in no time at all. It was a sturdy cottage atop a hill, dark and rustic but strangely alluring. All around the estate the hill was covered in a thick, overgrown garden, fenced in by a high cobblestone wall. A beautiful stone archway and wrought iron gate was the only discernible entrance.

"Could you just fly over that, right into the manor?" Branth said, gesturing to the wall.

Crimsalin smirked. "Right into a magical trap? No thanks. Rule number one when dealing with other magic users, remember?"

Branth nodded reluctantly. "Keep a low profile, I know."

"And rule number two?" Crimsalin prompted.

"Have a plan, of course." Branth said, approaching the gate. "What's the plan, then?"

"Glad you asked," Crimsalin said, taking out a pair of spectacles and placing them on her snout. She gestured to her new accoutrement, as if expecting Branth to respond to them.

"Is that a new perscription?" he asked. "Quite nice, I thought you needed new ones."

"These are enchanted, you goat-yodler. Witches are known for enchantments and illusions. This will let me see what's real and what's magical misdirection."

"...Witches are also known for transformative magics," Branth said. "What happens when she turns us into fish?"

Crimsalin scrunched up her face in thought. "Right, I knew I was forgetting something."

"We'll think of something," Branth said, pushing open the gate. "Maybe we'll surprise her."

They trudged through the garden, down a flagstone path that wove drunkenly through the collection of vibrant and aromatic buds and blossoms that filled the overgrown garden. Branth had to cover his nose for the walk, the combination of many strong aromas did not do his canine sense of smell any favors.

They came upon a hedge made entirely of an exotic flower, which Branth at first mistook for a white rose. As he grew closer, he noticed the edges of the petals turned orange in the middle, and red at the tips. Their scent was warm and dry, much like cinnamon.

... Did that flower just turn toward him?

Branth barely had time to leap back as a gout of searing flame consumed the air that once surrounded him.

"Flowers of Fire! Crim, stay back!" he shouted, warding her away. He pulled his shield from its place on his back and slid it onto his arm in one fluid motion.

"Branth ..." she started to say, but he held up his clawed hand.

"Patience, girl, let me concentrate." He strode forward again, holding the sturdy shield between him and the dangerous plants. They once again unleashed a torrent of immolating flames, but they were repelled by the magic in the shield. Dashing with inhuman speed, he was soon past the treacherous topiary. Some of the flames had singed the fur of his snout and feet.

"Crim, I'll throw you my shield, it'll keep you safe," Branth said. He removed the shield from his arm and was about to toss it to her when he noticed she was walking calmly through the fire as though nothing was wrong.

"I'm a red dragon, remember?" She said to his astonished gaze.

"Oh yes. Quite right." Branth replaced the shield on his back, frowning in embarrassment.

She pointed at his nose. "You got a little black there, buddy."

"I am aware, thank you." He brushed off his nose halfheartedly.

They continued unimpeded up the path, reaching the house. The stink of incense and rot permeated the air around the heavy wooden door. Branth nodded to Crimsalin, and she nodded back adjusting her spectacles. He pushed the door open, revealing a dark room. They stepped inside, and Crimsalin brought magical light to her hand. At once, the darkness was flushed away, revealing a dozen copies of the two mercenaries standing all around them. Branth snarled and pulled his sword and shield, watching as all the other Branths did the same.

Crimsalin held him back before he could charge into the fray. "Whoa there, furface. You wanna take another look before you leap?"

Branth slapped his forehead as he realized he had just drawn his sword on a room full of mirrors.

Crimsalin patted his shoulder. "Now, now, no need to beat yourself up over it."

Branth glared at her, growling in disapproval. "There's no need to be snide. I must be ready for anything."

"You certainly aren't ready for mirrors," she grinned. "C'mon, there's a gap here. I think it's some kind of maze."

The stepped between two mirrors, and sure enough found themselves in a tight hallway lined with dozens of mirrors. The path split in two, each way leading to its own collection of corridors and passages.

"Shall we split up?" Crimsalin asked

Branth arched an eyebrow. "What for? To break everything faster?"

"We'll find the exit faster that way, dog-noggin." She took the path to the left. "Shout out if you find the exit!" Branth sighed and started down the path to the right.

Never a fool, the experienced warrior knew a trick for navigating mazes. He kept his hand to the right wall, following it at all times. The maze seemed to be devoid of any traps or other threats, so the going was slow but easy.

Pretty soon, he found himself smelling the incense and rot of the front door. He had found his way back to the beginning of the maze. He frowned, realizing that he had picked the wrong side of the maze. He gazed down Crimsalin's chosen path thoughfully, stroking his chin. Should he follow her?

A moment later, the sorceress appeared from around the corner. Branth crinkled his snout in confusion. "Did you not find the exit?"

"You mean you didn't either?" Crimsalin said in disbelief. "Ioun's third eye, you gotta be kidding me!"

"This maze must be enchanted," Branth grumbled. "Didn't you see anything with those magical glasses?"

She paused, taking off the glasses and inspecting the frames before looking quite sheepish. "My bad, these are the new prescription."

Branth's groan sounded like a whine of frustration.

She rummaged through her belt pouch, pulling out a second, almost identical pair of spectacles. She replaced the old pair with the new and glanced around. "Which way you want to go now?"

"Your way first," the wolfman growled, "and if we find the exit, you owe me lunch for a month."

She scoffed. "Whatever. It won't be on my side, I still would have found it without the glasses. My senses are attuned to magic, I live in the aether every second of the day! I can sniff out an illusion easier than you can sniff out a cheese sandwich."

She stopped a moment later glancing to one side. She put her hand on a mirror, and it passed right through.

"That's the door, isn't it?" Branth said, smugness dripping from his tone.

"Shut up," Crimsalin grumbled.

"Looks like steak for a month for me, while it seems you've got a taste for your own words."

Her eyes narrowed and her nose scrunched up. "I hope you choke on it, flea-feast." She stomped through the mirror to the other side, shattering the illusion  as she passed through. On the other side was a short hallway leading to another old wooden door.

Branth shook his head as he chuckled to himself. As he did, he caught strange movement in the corner of his eye. One of the mirrors behind him cast the reflection of a young woman standing beside him, her sharp gaze sending a chill down the wolf's spine.

"Crim, there's ... " he turned to her but she didn't even turn to face him. He looked back to the odd reflection, but it only reflected his image once more. With furrowed brow and narrowed eyes, he followed the spiteful dragoness.

The room beyond the new door glowed with sweltering warmth. Bright green light poured into the room through big oil lamps hanging on the wall. A long table filled the center of the room, covered in alembics and retorts. down the center of the table sat a planter with various species of plant, ranging from tiny colorful flowers to masses of tangled vines.

"Some kind of lab?" Branth mused. "This would explain the monstrosities in the garden."

Crimsalin moved to the table and leaned in close to the planter. the plants stirred at her closeness, and some of them began to lean toward her. "Yep," she said, "Definitely magical. Probably the planter, that would be easiest to maintain." She turned back to Branth. "Shall we burn it?"

He scowled disdainfully. "If we were going to do that, we wouldn't have used the front door. We're mercenaries, not savages. We will give this witch a chance to explain herself, and if we don't like what she has to say, then we can burn and stab as we see fit."

"Always such a people person," Crimsalin sneered. "You did say you were an officer in that army."

"More of an Alliance, really," Branth said. "But never mind that, if this room is not dangerous, we move on to the next."

Crimsalin's tail swished as she eyed the tables, seemingly irritated. "Nope," she said suddenly, leaning forward and unleashing a wave of fire from her maw. The flames licked at the table and apparatus.

"Blood of the Ancients, woman!" Branth cursed as he leapt away from the tables. "What's possessed you?"

"Her fireflowers singed your lovely fur," she said simply. "I don't want her to make any more, and now she can't, regardless of whether or not she lives."

"Such carelessness," he growled. "If you're so concerned with my fur, why breath flame so close to me?"

Crimsalin's grin was wicked. "When I do it, it's funny."

Branth shook his head. "A real menace. I'm only lucky you like me."

Suddnely, the flames fizzled out, revealing that the tables and plants were untouched by Crimsalin's wrath. Branth arched an eyebrow at the dragoness, who stared in disbelief at the table.

"Tell me, dear," Branth said. "If you were working on magical plants that made fire, what's the first thing you would do to your other plants and your workspace?"

Crimsalin sighed, her hand rubbing the space between her eyes. "Shut up. Why didn't you finish mage school, anyway?"

Branth was about to answer when a bright flash and puff of smoke filled the room, following the pop and rush of magical energy. When the smoke cleared, a tall, gnarled wooden figure stood before them. It made a low grumble, like the creaking of an ancient tree, as it swung its heavy clublike arm into Branth's chest, winding the warrior and pushing him back. The stubborn wolf remained on his feet, but dazed.

Crimsalin tossed a ball of flame at the creature, which puffed against its bark harmlessly. She growled in disgust as the wood monster's fist clocked her in the jaw. Reeling, she tried to line up another spell, but the magical bolt whizzed past the wood man's form.

It was about to strike her again, when it suddenly stopped, its face looking somehow surprised. It and she looked down, seemingly at nothing at first, but then Crimsalin noticed its top half slowly sliding forward off its bottom. It fell to the ground in two gangly heaps.

Branth stood on the other side of the creature, his sword gleaming in the green light of the room.

The warrior wolf bowed his head toward her. "My apologies. I shouldn't have let it hit you."

"Damn right, you shouldn't have," Crimsalin grinned, stumbling back into the table for support. "Do you think you could stop the world from spinning as well?"

"It will pass," Branth reassured her. "Shall we move on?"

Crimsalin nodded, but glanced over the table once more. She spotted a glass case, filled with samples. One of them she recognized, a clump of wool that shimmered in the light with a myriad of colors.

"Come on then, here's the door," Branth called to her.

"Yeah, coming ..." she muttered. Shaking her head to clear the last of her dizziness away, she caught up the Branth by the next door. He nodded to confirm he was ready. She nodded back, and together they kicked in the door.

On the other side of the door, a young woman with blonde hair in an elegant blue robe and steepled hat sat at a crystal ball.

"Made it, did you?" She said snidely.

"Silence, witch!" Branth snarled, his sword leveled at her. "We know about your wicked plans." He narrowed his eyes as he recognized her. "So it was you I saw in the mirror."

The witch nodded, gesturing to the crystal ball. "You weren't quiet or anything. I had plenty of time to do that."

"Never mind that," Crimsalin said. "I know your tricks, dearie. You've plagued their sheep, haven't you? I saw the sample in your lab, and I can guess what you've been doing."

"Enlighten me," the witch said, raising an eyebrow.

Crimsalin straightened up, smugly. "You're channeling your cursed plague through the sheep's magical fleece."

"Wrong," the witch said. "My 'wicked' plans involve creating the most lovely plants with which to win the Fenndwell Festival's Fairest Flora competition, magical plants division."

Crimsalin scoffed."You expect me to believe that your interests go no further than flower arrangements? Why else would you need a clump of the glimmerwool for working with herbs?"

The witch chuckled. "Maybe because I created those sheep? I work with more than just plants."

"We're supposed to believe you made those foolish things?" Branth said. "Why would a witch make magical sheep?"

"I was paid quite nicely to do so." The witch said. "My father thought they would do Fenndwell some good for tourism, but it turns out they're quite useful for practitioners of magic and make lovely clothes to boot."

"Your father?" Branth asked.

"Yes, Lord Tambis. I'm his daughter, Mezzia Tambis." She cocked her head. "Furthermore, this is the first I've heard of a plague."

"But we were told you were the cause!" Branth insisted. "And if you are the Lord's daughter, why do you live so far from the town?"

"Because my fellow Fenndwellians are a dopey lot, and I don't want them trampling my garden by accident. Especially when my plants might hurt them." She gestured to Branth's nose. "Had a run in with my fireflowers?"

"But... but your ..." Crimsalin looked defeated. "You really didn't even know about the plague? Then we just barged in and ... I almost ruined an innocent witch's lab?"

"And you broke down my door," Mezzia said pointing behind them. "I hope you can fix it, if you can't pay for it."

Branth grumbled, sheathing his sword. "If you truly aren't responsible for the misdeeds at Fenndwell, we have run out of leads on this case."

"Nevermind your case, what about this plague?" Mezzia asked. "I find it hard to believe it's affecting the sheep. My babies should be immune to disease."

"They call it the plague of gray boils. It makes the afflicted break out in puss filled boils and causes plenty of other fluids, from the sounds of things," Crimsalin told her. "Sounds like a standard magical plague, if you ask me."

Mezzia stroked her chin. "Sounds more like an alchemical affliction. Lots of fluids and such. Magical diseases have fewer ... mundane symptoms."

"Right, right," Crimsalin said, shaking her head. "I always get those confused."

"Did you do no research before you came to accuse me?" Mezzia chided. "There's an incredible difference between a witches' potion-making and true alchemy. I couldn't have pulled this off if I wanted to. Who are you two anyway?"

"Well, right now I'm feeling like we're the worst heroes," Crimsalin said.

"We are the Danger Beasts, multiplanar mercenaries," Branth said. "My name is Branth, and my colleague here is Crimsalin. We were asked by Grandmaster Klask to aid Fenndwell in stopping this plague."

Mezzia's eyes lit up. "Oh, Klask is the one who convinced me to get my witching degree! I love that old buzzard!"

Branth and Crimsalin shared a look. "Then, perhaps you'd like to help us?" Branth suggested. "Lord Tambis is among the afflicted if that means anything to you."

Mezzia smiled politely. "More worried about the sheep, to be honest."

"Is your father a cruel man?" Branth asked sincerely.

"No, no, he's sweet as a box of kittens," Mezzia said. "He's just an idiot. I can't stand idiots."

Crimsalin teleported the three of them back out to the hills of Fenndwell, right near a flock of the sheep. Mezzia walked out to one of the sheep, which ambled right up to her as though the witch was her mother. She inspected the glittering animal, paying close attention to the dark blotches on its fur.

"How bad is it?" Crimsalin asked. "We didn't have a chance to take a closer look at the sheep before we left."

Mezzia frowned. "It's jam."

Crimsalin tilted her head. "What do you mean, 'jam'? I could scrape a piece of toast on the side of the sheep and have a lovely snack?"

Branth dipped his claw in one of the boils, and sniffed it. His ears perked up and he licked his finger. "Blackberry! I love blackberry!"

"So, the sheep aren't sick, just made to look ill?" Crimsalin said.

"You seriously just blundered in to this job, didn't you?" Mezzia sighed.

"Now look here, little miss criticism," Crimsalin growled, "We had no reason to suspect what we were told might have been untrue. Do you think you could do this better than us?"

"I don't know, is that a job offer?" Mezzia grinned slyly.

"What?" Crimsalin blinked.

Mezzia shrugged. "Just a thought. It seems like you need an inquisitive mind, one who can ask the right questions and do all the research."

Crimsalin shared a glance with Branth, and turned back to the witch. "We'll consider your application."

"That didn't sound like a no," Mezzia said smugly. "So are you satisfied that my sheep are not the cause?"

"Clearly, but whoever did this took great pains to convince us otherwise," Branth said, licking the rest of the jam off his claws. "Who would want to frame you?"

"I don't know, but who could resist blaming a plague on a witch?"

"Wait," Crimsalin said, her fingers on her temple. "You said that you were going to enter some kind of festival contest with your magical plants. Does that mean that the other townsfolk know about your abilities?"

"I'm the lord's eldest daughter, top of my class, and the most learned person in town," Mezzia said flatly, "I don't know if there was a way I could be more popular."

"But didn't the lord's aide insinuate her in the spread of the plague?" Branth asked Crimsalin. "Why would he do that, if everyone knows who she is?"

"He was the only one we talked to ..." Crimsalin said, slowly realizing.

"What aide are you talking about?" Mezzia asked. "Was it an old man?"

"No, a young man, perhaps mid twenties," Branth said.

Mezzia's eyes narrowed. "That's not father's servant. Harvian would never try to incriminate me."

Branth's yellow eyes flared angrily. "We've been had! Lied to this whole time!"

Crimsalin turned her gaze toward the town, then back to Mezzia, her face a deliciously sinister grimace. "Mezzia, dear, would you like to punish the fool who would dare besmirch your name?"

Mezzia's wicked grin practically mirrored the dragoness'.

Minutes later, they were at the lord's mansion in town. The opulent building neatly dwarfed the rest of the ones in town, but was still quite plain as far as mansions went. The door broke neatly open under Branth's mighty foot. The stunned guards' protests were silenced as the lord's daughter entered behind the wolf man, followed by Crimsalin, her smug glare daring them to try their luck.

Branth hoisted one of the guards up by his leather armor. "I demand to know where the lord's aide has gone."

"Kurtz? The new kid?" The guard squealed. "He's up on the top floor -- third floor! -- tending to Lord Tambis!"

"We'd best hurry," Crimsalin said to Mezzia.

"Sorry, boys, I'll see you compensated for the trouble," Mezzia said to the guards as they hurried up the stairs.

They flew up the stairs to the third floor, and Branth crashed through the door Mezzia pointed to. Within, the young man they met earlier stood over the lord in his bed. There were tubes protruding from the sickened ruler, apparently syphoning his blood into a series of alchemical beakers and distillers. The young man cast them a dour gaze, perturbed at the disturbance.

"You've seen through my little disguise, I see," he said drolly. "Not that there's anything you can do about it now."

"What the Ever Loving Fruck are you doing here?" Crimsalin blurted out.

"He's using my father as a vessel for his plague," Mezzia scowled, "incubating it in his body and removing it from his blood to purify it."

"And putting it in the same water I brew the tea in!" the young man shouted, cackling. "And all of these stupid townsfolk think that tea will make them healthier, it's so perfect!"

"Dastardly scoundrel!" Branth snarled.

"Whoa, language!" Crimsalin scolded.

"What are you hoping to accomplish?" Branth growled, ignoring his partner's tease. "Ransom? Infamy? A wealth of glittering sheep?"

"With the plague? Nothing," the young man said, spreading his hands. "Once I stop administering it, it will fade away over a couple of days, leaving no trace."

"Then what was the point?" Branth roared.

The man raised his hand again, this time, a pistol was held in it. "You were, Danger Beasts. This was all to draw you here."

"Wait, seriously?" Crimsalin said. "This was an attempt to get our attention? But we almost didn't take the job. We literally decided if we would with Rock Paper Scissors."

"And yet you're here, like the do-gooder fools I took you for!" the man shouted.

"But why do you want us?" Branth asked from behind his shield. "What did we ever do to you?"

"I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Lieutenant Hansi Kurtz!"

"Hansi ... ?" Branth said absently. "That sounds familiar."

"Branth..." Crimsalin said warily. "Look at his pistol, it's a luger!"

"Wait, I know you now!" Branth said, recognition dawning on him. "You were in that Nazi occult lab we trashed a while back!"

"The fuehrer sends his regards," Hansi said coldly. "You have a lot to answer for, Danger Beasts. We were one step away from achieving immortality, and you ruined everything!"

"So it's just revenge?" Crimsalin said, unimpressed. "You crossed dimensions and planes beyond all of Earth's knowledge, and all you do is try to punish a couple of punks that busted your amateur magic lab?"

"It's more than that," Hansi snapped. "We can finish the ritual. All I need to do is bring you back, and the fuerer might still live forever!"

"Won't happen." Crimsalin scoffed. "You're basic, bitch. We're too pro for you."

"These anti-magic silver bullets say otherwise," the Nazi snickered leveling the pistol toward her. "I don't need you alive."

Branth was in front of her before the trigger was pulled. There was a click and the two braced for the explosion of sound and burning pain of a bullet.

Nothing happened.

"Do you know what kind of place Fenndwell was before I created the glimmersheep?" Mezzia said, holding a piece of glimmerwool in her hand. "It was a dry land, always in danger of flash fires. My sheep ward and dampen flames nearby. That's some kind of blunderbuss, if I'm not mistaken, and black powder needs fire to work." She smiled slyly. "I suppose I've pulled the wool over your eyes."

"Damn fine sheep," Branth said, lowering his shield and striding forward to Hansi. The nazi tossed his gun away, sweeping up a vial from the table beside the lord. "This is the purest form of the plague, undiluted!" he shouted. "If a drop of this touches you, it would kill you instantly."

Branth sighed, rolling his eyes. Without hesitation he snatched the vial from the startled fascist, and swallowed it in a single gulp. He then glared at the Nazi, crushing the vial in his paw.

"You... You should be dead!"

"I'm a werewolf, you ponce," Branth said. "Immune to diseases of the flesh, magical or mundane. And you call yourself an occultist." The werewolf knight backhanded the man with his shield, knocking him to the floor where he lay unconscious.

"That was exciting," Mezzia said, walking over to her father to inspect his condition. "You do things like that all the time?"

"More or less," Crimsalin said. "Though we typically don't deal with nazis anymore. Churchill won't pay his tab."

Branth hoisted Hansi over his shoulder effortlessly. "We'll ask him about it again when we drop this idiot off. Would you like to visit England, Mezzia? They have smashing tea."

"I'd say Japan has better," Crimsalin said. "Oh! We should go there next, the cherry blossoms will be falling next week!"

Branth shrugged. "Sounds like a holiday to me, perfect to celebrate our new hire" he glanced knowingly at the witch, who grinned back. "If you still want the job, that is."

"I warn you, my consultation rates can be steep."

"For protection from dragonfire? I'll suffer the cost," Branth chuckled.

Loss of the Sky

I got a prompt on Tumblr from ldragon72, who also runs Dragon Dungeon and its library. This is the result. I hope you enjoy!

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As a child, Kolthan believed that clouds held up the sky.

Now, he could only pray that the thunderhead he was tumbling through would somehow slow the fall of his burning, battered body.

"What happened?" he wondered, only vaguely conscious of his situation. He remembered oncoming enemies. Darting, weaving through their ranks, scattering them with freezing breath and slicing claws. A brief glance to his rider, Lueran, to see if the elf was safe.

Then, there was fire, and pain. Such gruesome, twisted agony unlike anything the silver dragon had felt in his considerable life consumed his consciousness until there was only a starless void in his eyes.

That void once again filled up with the world, and slowly he began to realize his plight.

Why was he still falling at this speed? His wings should have slowed him, and even now he was pumping them as hard as he could ...

Below him, the fires of the battlefield spread out to the horizon, the most brutal, bloody conflict Arkyneth had ever seen. Dragons fought alongside many races, not always on the same sides. His kin sided with the elves and men they had grown up with, some with the dwarves, others still with orcs and goblins. All for the light of one star.

The scorched earth was speeding by below him. His momentum was carrying him so far, further than he would have thought. He fought furiously for altitude, but nothing he did helped. A battalion of white and gold, the colors of his legion, halted in their march as he passed over their heads. They pointed and called out, though their words were lost to the rush of air as he plummeted to the ground.

*******

"Why?"

Those were the first words to pass Kolthan's lips when his eyes slowly opened again. His head thundered at the amount of light in his surroundings. All of him ached. He wondered how he could still be alive, the fall that should have killed him made him wish that it did.

He scanned his environment from his prone position, too enveloped by pain to even lift his neck. The alabaster walls and low hum told him enough, he was in a healing chamber of an elven Vox Temple. There was only one temple large enough for a dragon close enough to the battlefield, The Astral Song. More of a monastery than a temple, but its services were likely commandeered by the army.

He tried to move, ever so slightly. He could feel piles of velvety pillows shift underneath him, and a soft cloth binding his forelegs to the floor. He attempted to stretch, but something was missing. Slowly, he picked his head up from the floor, and turned to face behind.

The tip of his tail came into view first, and he was able to twitch it without much strain. His hind legs were splayed out to either side, but remained solid. But nothing could have prepared him for what he saw when he reached his back.

His wings, the pride of his life, and the swiftest in the battalion, were nothing more than stubs on his back.

He tried to roar, to cry out a lament as any dragon would. But his voice caught, and it came out a sob. Even as a child, Kolthan had never cried. His mother said he was strong, his father was so proud of him. Now hot and terrible tears poured down his long face, as he wept alone in his chamber.

Sometime after his tears were spent, the door opened behind him. He lay perfectly still, even as someone walked into the room. An elven man, aged and wrinkled, wearing the robes of a priest walked out in front of him, standing before him with a calm expression.

"You are Kolthan of Whitespire, correct?"

Kolthan only blinked.

"Your regiment sends its regards. Are you aware of what happened to you?"

Kolthan lazily averted his gaze from the elf's. He did not want to talk about this.

"An enemy catapult shot laden with black powder hit you mid flight, I am told. The battalion of the Crystal Lotus marked your descent and sent a squad to investigate. They recovered your body and sent word to us, and you were brought here with the help of the wizard Janus."

The elf paused. "I am Delinath, High Chord of the Voice. I oversaw your recovery personally. The King himself wished to speak with you if that is acceptable."

"It is not," Kolthan rumbled weakly.

Delinath cocked his head in curiosity. "He only wishes to pay his respects. You have sacrificed much to ..."

"I will not let Ser Rauvin see me in this state."

The old elf's eyes softened at the dragon's words. Kolthan wished to leap from his bed and tear the elf's eyes out, so sickened he was by the priest's pity.

"Your wings ..."

"Not a word more," Kolthan said with as much energy as he could muster.

"They could not be saved. Nothing remained to save."

"I've heard druidic magic can regenerate limbs," Kolthan spat, "did you try that?"

"Every effort at our disposal was expended in your recovery, Kolthan." Delinath placed a hand on the silver dragon's snout, looking him directly in the eyes once more. "Please believe that."

"My comrades are waiting for my return, how can I let them down?"

Delinath shook his head. "Your fighting days are done, my friend. That attack crippled more than just your flight. Your strength will never return in full, and your time with the military is over. Your commander was here not an hour ago with notice of your discharge."

Tears returned to Kolthan's eyes. "What of my rider?"

The pity in Delinath's eyes returned tenfold, and Kothan's stomach churned. "I am sorry."

It was as though he had not spent all his tears moments ago. "Then why? Why did you let me live? What do I have left?"

"That is for you to decide," Delinath said softly. "For now, the Voice has spoken, and its word is that you shall live. You are welcome here at the temple, for as long as you need."

Kolthan continued to weep, and Delinath left the room again. His eyes burned with salted sorrow, even as sleep fell over him once more and the question came to him.

"Why?"

*****

Kolthan stared up into the sky, watching the clouds drift by. He had walked on clouds with his father and brother long ago, as naturally as he would over a field of grass, as though he belonged in the sky, with the birds, and the mountaintops. If he closed his eyes, he could feel the cold dampness of the cloud underneath his paws, and see the sun from atop the storm clouds.

His eyes opened again, and the grass beneath his feet tickled his paws. The banter of priests could be heard all about him as he lay in the courtyard of the Astral Song. He had been out here for many hours.

He remained there after nine weeks. He had only been able to walk on his own for three of those weeks.

Delinath strode up to him, a loaf of bread in his hands. He offered it up to the dragon, a friendly smile on his face. The old priest spent as much time as his duties would allow with Kolthan.

"I can procure you more, if you like it," the elf offered.

Kolthan took the bread in his mouth gently, nipping at it absently. "It will be enough."

"I have heard of the strange appetites of silver dragons before, but never did I believe that even a young one like yourself would need to eat so little."

Kolthan took another tiny bite out of the bread. It was honeyed and soft, quite satisfying to his palate.

"You have been gracious to your guests, I have been told," Delinath continued, sitting next to the dragon with crossed legs. "I did not expect to hear of that."

Kolthan shrugged. Many other casualties like him had come and gone since he had awoken, either returning to the battlefield or leaving for their home. They spoke to him, offering news of the war, their own struggles and scars, and the plight of the Dragonstar. They were kind to him, and all regarded him with the same pity in their eyes.

He hated that pity, but never enough to turn them away. They all meant well.

"There is one I wanted to introduce to you myself, if that is reasonable to you," Delinath said.

"You should not waste their time," the dragon rumbled. "I have nothing to offer."

"On the contrary, on learning there was a dragon at the Astral Song, this patient was quite eager to meet them."

Kolthan sighed. Those who worshiped dragons seemed strange to him, he never understood what other races saw in his kind that drew them to dragons. They were not so different, after all, and certainly not all that special. They were simply large lizards when all was said and done. And he was definitely not anything to be worshiped.

Still, if that was all they wanted, he could give them that. "I will see them, if that's all they want."

Delinath grinned. "After you've finished eating. Trust me, you will not disappoint them."

After his meal was done, Delinath lead the dragon back into the temple. He was lead past the recovery rooms to a part of the temple Kolthan had not been to. It was smaller, but still open enough for him to enter. The room beyond was filled with beds, too small for soldiers, every one filled with sleeping bodies.

"This is our children's ward," Delinath explained to the dragon's curious gaze. "The war sees many die, not all of whom were fighting in it. We find it is best to keep the children together, to let them see one another as they heal."

Kolthan looked about the room, to the tiny, delicate faces resting on pillows. He dared not even move or breathe loudly, lest his presence stir just one sleeping creature.

"Come, your guest awaits further in," Delinath told him. "His condition is somewhat contagious, and keeps him solitary, unlike the other little guests. Do not worry, you and I are in no danger of contracting his illness."

Kolthan crept ever so gently across the room, to a pair of double doors that lead to a small, warm chamber with a simple bed. Toys were scattered about the floor, as well as several books. Upon the bed sat a young boy, perhaps no more than eight years old. His pale skin was marked by nasty red pock marks, almost matching his strikingly ginger hair. He seemed to be absorbed by the book in his hands.

"Ardence, you have a guest," Delinath said, getting the boy's attention. The boy looked up, and when he saw his new guest, his green eyes became wide as a smile spread out from his lips that brought a new weakness to Kolthan's heart.

"A dragon!" he said, the awe in his voice filling Kolthan to bursting. "I never thought I'd ever meet a dragon in my life!"

"His name is Kolthan, formerly an aeroknight with the Crystal Lotus," Delinath said.

The boy sat up, turning to the edge of his bed. Kolthan bit back a gasp, and fighting to remain composed. The boy was missing his right leg.

"It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Kolthan," Ardance said, his hand reaching to his shoulder in a short bow. "My name is Ardence Westing."

"The ... the pleasure is all mine, Ardence," Kolthan managed to say.

Delinath nodded him over to the boy, and the dragon stepped gently into the room. Ardence's gaze followed him the entire time, as though he was in the presence of divine power. The old priest stepped out of the room once the dragon had sat down next to the boy's bed.

For a time Ardence simply stared at the dragon, and he reached out tentatively to touch Kolthan's scales. Kolthan leaned his chest forward to the boy's hand. Ardence beamed as his hand met silvery scales. "So smooth, just like a mirror!"

"And strong," Kolthan said. "My scales have turned aside spears, axes, swords, and even shadebeast claws."

"Wow," the boy gasped. "So you fought in the war? What happened to you?"

"I ... lost my wings," Kolthan said. "I fell from the sky with a dear friend. He no longer lives."

"I'm sorry," the boy said, looking down to his own missing appendage. "I lost my leg to a spear wound when my village was attacked. I'm getting a wooden leg when my Itching Pox goes away."

Kolthan regarded him curiously. The boy so matter of factly accepted his loss with a stoicism that shamed the dragon.

"My papa is fighting in the war too. He's just a human though, nothing special like you. But I'm still proud of him for fighting."

"I am not so special," Kolthan said, his voice trembling.

"What do you think is special, then?" Ardence asked.

"You," the dragon said, his tears kept back only by a thread of his remaining will. "You are not as big or strong as a dragon, no claws, no fangs, no wings, but still you and those like you fight for all you hold dear. You, just a little boy, lived through something that many soldiers die from. That's far more 'special' than just being a dragon."

"You really think so?"

"I certainly do." Kolthan placed a paw on the boy's head.

"I still think you are amazing," the boy said, stroking the dragon's chest once more.

"Only because you believe it," Kolthan said, his tears falling past his smile.

********

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Dragonstorm, Chapter 1: New Job

Diamond yawned as she stepped off the stairs, twisting to crack her back as she stood on the landing overlooking the small inn's taproom. Her eyes were greeted by the sight of the only other two figures in the room aside from the young, skinny barkeep counting his bottles and kegs. The taller of the two, by about two feet over Diamond's head, grinned and waved her over.

"Good morning!" Kay announced loudly, her round cheeks dimpled in a grin and her voice sweet and chipper despite the early hours. "Not enough sleep, princess?"

Diamond scowled, wrinkling her nose in irritation. "Plenty of sleep, but not enough pillows. That bed was ..." she glanced furtively at the barkeep, who raised a questioning eyebrow. "... perfectly fine and I should be thankful the owner let us have rooms at such a late hour."

The barkeep half-smiled, shaking his head and turning back to his wares.

Diamond sat down next to her friends, and the other, much shorter dark haired lady lounging casually next to the giant Kay, regarded her with a wry look from her red eyes. "Very smooth. Silky, one might say. Not on top of the personality game yet today are we?"

"That's rich, coming from Rose of the Blunt Tongue," Diamond crossed her arms, eyeing her companion coldly. "You have all the tact of a one-legged orc in a ballroom."

"No one appreciates honesty anymore," Rose said, sipping from her tea.

"So did something happen last night?" Kay asked, patting Diamond's shoulder. "Any ... um, bad dreams?"

"I just couldn't get comfortable, that's all." Diamond said, running a hand through her hair. "Do we have to leave before I get a chance to eat?" she asked, gesturing to the empty, crumb-strewn plates in front of her and Kay.

"Nope!" Kay said happily, patting her large belly. "In fact, I mean to get seconds."

Rose nodded. "I figured this little jaunt has been long enough that we deserve a break. Our supplies are dwindling, and the pocket change we brought has just been waiting to be spent."

Diamond nodded, smiling. "Quite right. We've got a while before we're expected, right? No one's feelings will be hurt if we're a little behind."

Rose sighed, putting her chin on her hand. "Not like the road is more interesting, anyway. I'm starting to think the bandits that supposedly plague these roads are avoiding us on purpose, just so I have nothing to take out my boredom on."

"Nothing for it," Diamond said, "just gotta wait for something to go wrong, I guess."

"More time to eat," Kay said cheerfully, standing up and gathering her plates. "Ready for breakfast, Di?"

"Absolutely," she said, following the massive girl from the table to the bar. The barkeep looked somewhat shocked at the large woman's return for more food, but Kay just grinned and plunked her plates down on the bar.

"I will have as much as her," Diamond told him, to which he scoffed. "Don't worry, I can pay."

"That's not what worries me m'lady," he told her. "You'd surely pop, trying to keep up with this one."

The two exchanged knowing glances. "Wanna bet?" Diamond said, grinning slyly.

Witnessing their exchange, the man backed off immediately. "Whatever you say, just don't make a mess."

Minutes later, Diamond and Kay both received a plate heaped with breakfast foods; fluffy scrambled eggs, spiced hash browns, browned toast slathered with butter, and two rashers of bacon apiece. Diamond thanked him and clattered a few coins on to the bar, trying to cover up the sound of her stomach rumbling. The two hurried greedily back to their table, ready to commence their little feast. By the time they made it to the table, Kay already had a piece of bacon in her mouth.

In no time, Diamond had an empty plate and a full stomach. She stifled a dainty hiccup, a satisfied grin plastered on her face. She glanced over to the barkeep, smirking as the looked away suddenly, his cheeks burning bright red. Kay had been finished long before Diamond had her last bite. One would have thought that any woman, no matter how stout, would be full to bursting after having eaten as much as she did, but she eyed her empty plates dolefully, as if contemplating a third helping.

"Save your money for dinner," Rose warned when Kay reached for the plates again. "We still have shopping to do, after all." Kay sighed, sitting back down and crossing her arms over her engorged stomach. Diamond pointed to her own plates, and Rose just shook her head. She frowned and started picking up crumbs off her plate, an activity that Kay started mimicking shortly after.

Moments later, while Diamond was picking up the last of her bacon crumbs, the tavern door opened, revealing a disheveled man in overalls and white tunic. His forehead and hair were slick with sweat, and he stumbled in as though he had been running for some time. Diamond nudged Kay, distracting her from her crumb-mongering, and nodded toward him.

"Garnym? What's wrong, my friend?" The barkeep asked the harrowed man.

"There's trouble at the Farthing Stead," the man replied, his breath ragged. The barkeep ushered the clearly troubled man to a seat at the bar, and poured him a drink. Garnym nodded his thanks, and after taking a hard swig, explained himself. "I went work this morning, like I always do, for another day in the fields and tending the cattle. But when I got there, vermin had already overrun the fields! Old Farmer Farthing was nowhere to be found, along with the other farmhands."

"Overrun?" the barkeep said, alarmed. "Surely not!"

"Bye my eyes, it's true," the farmhand told him. "The ground writhes with their bodies, it's wretched and disgusting. The land there is lost, I say."

Diamond glanced to her two friends. Rose and Kay's expression mirrored Diamond's thoughts perfectly, there was clearly a job to be had here. At her gesture, all three of them stood up from there seats and moved toward the bar.

"I couldn't help but overhear," Diamond said. "It sounds like you have a problem worthy of some adventurer's time."

"Well, most certainly," Garnym said. "Do you know any?"

The three girls shared amused glances. "You're looking at them, friend." Diamond said.

Garnym turned pale, and tried to stammer out an apology before Diamond waved his words away with a flick of her wrist. "You're not the first person to make that mistake."

"Do you know how many looks we get when we visit a new town?" Kay said. "It's kinda flattering."

"You three?" the barkeep said incredulously. "I thought you to be traveling performers."

"Well, I can sing if you want ..." Diamond said slyly. "But that's not really our trade."

"You saw us bring weapons upstairs," Rose said indignantly.

The bartender shrugged. "They could have been very realistic props."

Rose's eyes narrowed. "I can demonstrate to you how realistic they are."

"Whoa, there," Diamond said, putting a calming hand on her shoulder. "He let us have rooms last night, let's not be rude." Rose sighed, crossing her arms in resignation. Diamond turned back to the farmhand, a pleasant smile on her face. "Garnym, was it? Give us some time to prepare, we don't need much. Then you can lead us to the farm, alright?"

"But..." he started to protest, to Diamond's curious expression. "We don't have much gold to spare, I don't know how we'll pay you for this."

"It's a farm right?" Kay said. The farmhand nodded dumbly, somewhat intimidated by the tall woman. "Well, let's say we get some free food out of it and we'll call it fair."

"But the vermin ruined the crops, I don't know how much is left."

"Then consider it a favor," Diamond said, to the man's flabbergasted expression. "I don't like to let things like commerce get in the way of helping someone who needs it."

"Fine by me," Rose said. "I need an excuse to exercise anyway."

"I guess I could work off this breakfast," Kay said, turning to the stairs. "Don't worry, mister. This little problem will be well in hand, we've dealt with much worse."

Garnym looked a fair bit less distressed to Diamond now. She was glad for that, and if that was all she got for this job, it would still be worth it.

********

Soon, all four of them were out in the brisk morning air, walking briskly out toward the Farthing Stead. Garnym lead the way, his broad rimmed hat keeping the sun off his tanned shoulders. He seemed less nervous now

Kay was shortly behind him, her thick, red hair cushioning the haft of a mighty iron headed maul that she rested across the back of her neck, her big arms holding it there as though it were a willow branch. Her generous top half was protected by a plate hauberk, unadorned and smoothed by weathering and wear, and her broad legs only clad in plain, rough trousers. Diamond followed next, her white hair bound up in a braid, wearing a long shirt of chainmail, and a long blade sheathed at her hip. Behind Diamond was Rose, her long black hair blending almost perfectly with her shimmering black dress, a seemingly odd choice for the bright sunny day. But Diamond knew her attire was no less protective than hers or Kay's.

Not that they would need it. Rats were hardly going to threaten them.

It turned out that the Farthing Stead was not far from the town at all. Nestled in a small dell, it consisted of a few fields for different crops, a large grazing ground for cattle, a quaint farmhouse and well, and a big barn, its red paint faded practically to gray. The acrid tinge of farm smell sat languidly in the warm air, filling Diamond with thoughts of similar places from her home.

From atop one of the hills, Diamond at first thought the valley had been flooded, as it seemed like the ground and fields were rippling like big mud puddles. On closer inspection, she could easily see the vermin running amok in the fields, a churning sea of furry little rats.

"Whoa, you weren't kidding," Kay said when she saw for herself the state of the farmstead. "That's a swarm if ever I saw one."

"I wouldn't blame you folks if you just turned and left," Garnym said. "All I can do is wait for Old Man Farthing to come home and give him the bad news."

"I doesn't seem that bad," Diamond said, to the disbelieving stares of Kay and the farmhand. Diamond nodded to the fields. "Looks like you're growing wheat and corn, right?"

"Aye," Garnym confirmed. "Put most of it in a few weeks ago, and it was doing good until today."

"I can still see the the shoots and stalks, even from this far away," she said, pointing down at the crops. "For whatever reason, the rats haven't even touched them. You probably missed that, and when you saw the rats you assumed the worst."

Garnym squinted as he peered where she was pointing, and nodded. "Well I'll be an orc's son-in-law, you're right!"

"It'll just be a matter of getting the rats out of here," Diamond said confidently. "By the time the farmer comes home, he won't even know anything happened."

"Oh, great news!" Garnym said, letting out a great sigh. "Say you can do this task!"

"Absolutely!" Diamond said. "Right, girls?"

"You bet," Kay said, hefting her maul. "No rats will be left."

"Sorry," Rose said, turning away. "You two are on your own."

Diamond and Kay eyed Rose uncertainly.

"Are you serious?" Kay asked, more a statement of curiosity than accusation.

"You were just saying how bored you were," Diamond reminded her. "This is the perfect opportunity."

"My bloodlust can wait," Rose said. "I'll have no part in terrorizing rats and mice."

"We don't have to kill 'em, just scare 'em away," Kay said, putting a hand on her shoulder, but her friendly gesture was brushed away."

"We aren't getting paid for this," Rose said, stonefaced. "If it were spiders or bugs or some other vermin that actually repulse me, I'd certainly give you a hand. That said, it would take mountains of gold to get me to harm even one rat."

Diamond groaned. "Really, cousin? You're taking that silly vow this far?"

Rose's eyes flashed as she shot Diamond a grin. "I'll spare you the pettiness of certain vows for your own dignity, princess." She once again turned away, walking back down the path the way they came. "I'll be getting our supplies in order for the trip out. Come back when you're done, or when you get sick of doing work for nothing."

They wistfully watched Rose walk away, and Kay bumped Diamond's arm. "What was that about?"

"She loves rats and mice," Diamond said, shrugging. "Nothing much else to say really."

"Can you do it, still?" Garnym asked, looking anxious. "Without her?"

"Oh, don't you worry about it," the white haired adventurer said calmly. "This just means it'll take a bit longer."

"Like a couple hours longer," Kay grumbled to Diamond.

Garnym nodded his understanding. "Do you need anything from me?"

Diamond took stock of the fields. "Yeah, you could do us a real favor," she said finally. "There's cattle in the barn, yes?" The farmhand nodded. "You'll want to keep the rats away from there so they don't harass the cows. If things turn nasty you'll have someplace to hide, and if we have to protect you and the cows, you'll be easier to save in one place than in two."

He straightened and nodded again. "There's a shovel in the barn calling my name, ladies."

"Then let's get down there and clean up," Kay said, barreling down the hill with renewed spirit. Diamond followed her, casting her eyes back to the farmhand, who jogged down toward the farmhouse. Satisfied he would be as safe as she could make him, she turned her focus on the field of rats.

As they approached, Diamond could see that there were a few larger specimens amongst the hordes of smaller rats. The bigger beasts were perhaps the size of dogs, and telltale bony spines on their backs and heads identified them as dire rats. There were only a handful of them, but they were certainly the ones actually posed a semblance of a threat.

Kay wasted no time getting into the thick of things, using her momentum to bring her heavy body into a great leap, a show of strength her chubby frame belied well. She dropped back down like a boulder, slamming her hammer down with thunderous force. Immediately, the enemy lines were broken, rats scattering away from the terrible noise and shaking ground. One of the dire rats leaped savagely at the warrior, bearing its teeth and claws as it struck at her. Kay brushed off the smaller creature, reeled back and slugged the rat with a brutal punch. The stunned rodent stumbled to the ground, its tongue lolling out of its mouth as it slumped over unconscious.

The rats responded to her aggressive actions in kind, surrounding and pressing in on her, nipping at her boots. Continuing her rampage, the red haired human boulder swung her hefty maul in low arcs, sending several furry creatures flying with every whooshing strike. Still they swarmed around her, as she stomped forward in her determined march across the field.

Diamond's tactic was far more subtle. She sought out a large concentration of the smaller rats, voluntarily walking amongst them as she started humming. Her hum became a song, lyrics in a tongue ancient and arcane. The melody was soothing and simple, warm and quiet at first, swelling in intensity as she raised her arms up above her head. So powerful was her song that the wild rats ceased their swarming behavior, watching and listening to the captivation performance.

As she sang, Diamond brought her arms down, moving her hands from left to right, swaying back and forth in time to her song. One by one, the rats began to sway along with her, enraptured by a force that no one could describe if they tried. Diamond glanced back to Garnym, and could swear he rocked along to her song as he kept an eye on their struggles.

Diamond's song came to a crescendo, and with a few intricate gestures -- timed perfectly to her song -- a ball of light, shimmering like a prism, drifted into the air in front of them. The rats became entranced by her magic, held rapt by the display of the scintillating ball. It drifted away slowly, floating away over the hill, all the rats that surrounded her following it drunkenly away.

Not all of the rats were so moved. The dire rats' aggressive instincts seemed to overcome her enchanted performance, and once the ball of light was gone, they turned toward her, their beady eyes gleaming in the light. Three of them slowly closed in on the lone woman, her hands down at her sides, but her crystalline blue eyes watching them intently.

One of them leapt for her, and in the sword on her hip seemingly jumped right into her hand. With a step, a twist, and one deft swipe, the blinding flash of her blade swatted down her attacker. It screeched as it squirmed on the ground, its fur smoking in spots that were seared by the radiance of the white bladed sword.

She glanced at the other two, brandishing the sword before her, little flecks of light magic drifting up off the blade. A confident smirk crept on to her lips, daring them to try their luck.

The remaining rats seemed undaunted by her show, leaping at her in a coordinated fashion. She sidestepped, swiping out again and dropping another rodent to the ground. The last rat landed from its leap, pouncing at her without hesitation. However, its fangs only bit down on the blade of her sword as she angled her sword to block. Before it could recoil from the painful light burning it, Diamond swung down, tossing the rat to the ground. It once again tried to get up, glaring at her indignantly. Lunging forward with practiced speed, Diamond thrust her sword with deadly accuracy into the beast's chest. Its startled shriek decayed into a death rattle, passing noisily into death. The light from her blade licked away at the rat, dissolving it into tiny fragments of light that scattered upward to the sky above.

Diamond narrowed her eyes, considering the implications of her weapon's effect on the creature. The other two that she wounded had scampered away, nowhere to be seen. She scanned about for her companion, finding her just in time to see her thump her maul down onto one last dire rat. The sea of rats on the farm had been diminished to a pond by her tireless rodent reaping and hammer work. That was not to say Diamond's contributions were anything to sniff at. Her song had gathered more than she had hoped, animals were somewhat less affected by her songs normally but these rats had been rather susceptible, oddly so. Something about these rats was wrong.

"Hey, they're all moving!" Kay shouted, shaking Diamond from her thoughts. "They're going toward the barn!" Indeed, the remaining scattered rats banded together as they all scurried away from the fields

With a start she remembered where they left the farmhand. "Garnym!" she shouted, running after the rats. She could kick herself for suggesting he stay by the barn. She could have told him the farmhouse, or to wait up on the hill, but she told him the barn would be safe. Now a giant swarm was scuttling in his direction, and she could only hope he had the sense to run.

Thankfully, he was nowhere to be seen as the rats fled through the barn door, ajar by mere inches. Kay charged up to the barn door, pushing it wide open. Her arms fell to her side, her head cocked in confusion, the way a puppy might. Diamond only had to look once, for but a second, to see what had her confused.

The barn was utterly empty, devoid of beast -- rat or cow -- or farmhand. The only evidence they had that he had been there at all was a shovel, the one he mentioned, left discarded on the floor.

"Um ..." Kay gestured at the emptiness. "Is this bad?"

"I'd say," Diamond said, sheathing her blade. She mindfully walked over to the shovel, picking it up and looking it over. It was worn from hard work and hours of use, but did not bear any significant dents or chips to signify that it was used in self defense.

"Did he just leave it there? Maybe he went to the farmhouse," Kay said, standing over her.

"I'm more worried about the cows, hun," Diamond said, gesturing at the empty stalls that should have held bovine bodies, but were strangely empty. "Where do you hide cows, if not in a barn?" Kay's stomach growled unexpectedly, and she grinned sheepishly. Diamond cocked an eyebrow, considering the big woman's bold implied claim.

"Well, there were clearly cows here before," Kay said, gesturing to the empty but smelly pens and piles of hay. "They must have gone somewhere."

"I smell some kind of deception," Diamond said, crinkling her nose as though it was an actual odor she detected.

Kay looked around warily, suddenly alert by Diamond's suggestion. "You think maybe Garnym was lying?"

"Oh, no, he wasn't lying," Diamond said, adamant. "Something happened while we were occupied. Whatever took the cows came back for him, and wherever they went it could not have been far from here."

Kay nodded. "I hear you. Let's start here in the barn. Maybe there's some kind of trapdoor."

"I doubt it would be so simple," Diamond said. "But you're right, we start in here. You search the floor, I'll take the walls."

They wasted no time starting their search. Diamond stayed close to the door, systematically checking the walls for a mechanism or seam of some kind.  Kay turned to the cow pens, cracked her knuckles and made her way over to the piles of hay. She scanned the floorboards, checking any obvious creases or cracks. Every now and then she stomped her foot down, not hard enough to destroy the weathered wood, testing spots for weakness or hollow noises.

After a few long minutes, Kay had gingerly stomped about most of the room. Her careful ministrations proved to be ineffectual, as did Diamond's meticulous searching. She was about to give up when she stamped right next to Garnym's shovel, nearly putting her foot through the floor as wood splintered under her step.

"Oh look," she said, giving Diamond a pointed glance. "A trapdoor. Who would've guessed."

Diamond put her hands on her hips. "You gonna gloat or open it up?"

"Oh, I can do both," Kay said, grinning as she got down on her hands and knees, looking for the edges and hinges of the concealed entrance around where she stepped. "Here we go," she said, finding an unbroken crease all along a wide swath of the barn floor. "Huh, this wood is different from the rest. It's newer, but more warped. Looks like it was added in recently, too."

Diamond's eyes narrowed, becoming livid with suspicion. "It sounds like something has been planning this for a while."

Kay clicked her tongue shamefully. "We should've asked for some kind of pay for this, it's getting a little too shady for volunteer work."

"And just let this happen to the innocent workers and farmer?" Diamond scoffed.

"Well, when you put it that way, you make me sound like some kind of sellsword," Kay said, locating the crease between the doors and pulling the floor up as though opening a book. A smooth worked stone slope descended from the edge closest to the barn doors, lead into a shadow-blackened tunnel from which drifted the scent of damp earth and stale air.

Kay's green eyes gleamed with wonder at the uncertainty before her. "Pay or no pay, I'd not miss this for anything."

**********

Down they went, the way lit only by Diamond's magical light. Her sword was also out, shimmering in the gloom. Kay followed closely behind, her hammer held tightly in both hands. The tunnel seemed to be constructed, rather than naturally occuring, passing right through the foundation of the barn and even deeper into the stony darkness.

The slope brought the two companions down into a tunnel of similar stonework to the slope, clean and cut as though by the hands of a dozen dwarves. Diamond's heart sank as the severity of the situation weighed down on her. She had held out some doubt at first, perhaps it was simply a shelter the farmer had built after the barn. The people of this region had a history of bad blood with the local goblin tribes, and raids were not uncommon. But this was too far down now; unless he meant to dig to the buried dwarven city of Greyholme, this was likely not an escape route.

The tunnel crawled on deeper than Diamond had anticipated, and her heart leaped when she noticed there was light in the distance. A strange green glow emanated warmly from the tunnel's termination, casting shadows from a fiery light.

"Do you smell that?" Kay asked. Diamond didn't even need to ask, she had picked up the scent some time ago. Some kind of plant life was definitely growing down here, and the air was thick with moisture. There was another scent, though, masked by the scents of green life and water. "What would grow so far down in a place like this?"

"Vines?" Diamond guessed as they closed in on the exit. "Moss, perhaps? I wouldn't worry ..."

Her words caught in her throat as they entered the chamber beyond the tunnel. The walls were covered by the scrawls of twisted writing, a litany in an alien tongue that Diamond did not recognize. A circle of candles on the floor made the perimeter of a circle chiseled into the floor, within it a depiction of an upside down tree below a crescent moon, its branches reaching deep down instead of toward the sky. Three braziers burned with the green glow she had noticed from the tunnel, all around them was the scent she had not been able to put her finger on, until this sickening moment of realization.

All the writing was in blood.

"Could this day get any worse?" Kay spat. "I had a nice breakfast, I'd like not to lose it."

Diamond refused to move her hand from in front of her mouth and nose. She had practically wretched upon seeing the wicked mess in front of her, only by stout constitution and determination did she keep herself from vomiting now. She felt Kay put a comforting hand on her back, and swallowed her revulsion.

"It's all dried, it's not so terrible," she said, more to convince herself than Kay. "I'll be fine, Kaybeast."

"What do you think this is? Some kind of ritual room?" Kay said, glancing furtively at the disturbing writing and strange symbol on the floor.

"But to who? Or what?" Diamond said. "That writing is unknown to me, as is that symbol. I'd wager the text is some form of sacred warding, but that's just a guess. As for the weird image here," she gestured vaguely at the circle in the middle of the room, "it's sort of like the inverse of a druidic glyph I've seen before, but it doesn't look like it represents any god or faith that I know of."

"There's no altar here, either," Kay noticed. "More like a meditation chamber than a ritual room."

Diamond peered across the room. There seemed to be another room beyond the green glow. "I'd say the sooner we find the altar, the better the chance we have of saving poor Garnym."

Gathering their strength, they pushed into the next room, careful to avoid crossing the circle on the floor. Beyond the glow of the last awful room was a short hall, lined on both sides with a series of semicircular alcoves, perhaps fit for holding statues or suits of armor. Instead, some of the indentations held a thick, vine-like growth that stretched down from the ceiling to the floor, breaking through the stone as though it was sod.

"So, druids then," Kay said. "What kind of druids are these? I thought they didn't do stuff like this?"

"Not all druids are protectors," Diamond said. "Some are healers, some are hunters, and yet others are as unknowable as the fey."

Kay walked up to one of the vines. "Which would do stuff like this?"

"Probably the last kind," Diamond said, wincing at the undertone in her own words.

Kay peered closely at one of the thick clusters of vines on the wall. "You'd think they're trying to hide something in these." Suddenly, the vines moaned. Taken aback, the warrior pushed some of the vines aside revealing the face of a man.

"Oh," she said simply, Diamond already on her way to Kay's side.

"Hello?" Kay said, waving a hand in front of the face. "Can you hear me?"

Its eyes fluttered open, startled and fearful. "Who are you?"

"I'm Kay, this is Diamond. We're adventurers, here to help."

"Oh, praise the Voice!" the man in the vines said. "I'm Darcin, one of the farmhands."

"I'll get you out of there," Kay said, yanking at the vines. When it resisted, she redoubled her efforts, straining at the thick plants.

"Please stop," Darcin croaked. "They get tighter when we struggle."

"Damn, these are tough," Kay said, relinquishing her grasp and shaking her hands out. "Must be some strong magic."

"Where's the farmer?" Diamond asked, handing her sword to Kay. "Is he in one of these alcoves?"

"The farmer is the one who put us in here!" Darcin shouted fearfully. "He's gone mad, raving about plants and blood. He brought us to the barn early in the morning, saying he needed some help, but once we were in the darkness of the tunnel, these horrible vines took hold of us! He's brought some of the other workers away, that was some time ago ... I don't think they still live."

"Why would he do this?" Diamond asked as Kay chopped at the vines with Diamond's blade in a vain attempt at rescue.

"He ... keeps mentioning something called the Black Heart," Darcin said, the effort of recalling on his features. "It think it's further down the passage, whatever it is."

"No use," Kay said, handing Diamond her sword back. "These are just too tough, even for me." She turned back to the imprisoned farmhand. "You just be patient, we'll find a way to get you out. In the meantime, we have a naughty farmer to impale on his own pitchfork."

"Will you and your fellows be safe until we're back?" Diamond asked him. He nodded, trying to look brave. Diamond smiled, putting a hand on his cheek. "Thank you, Darcin. You will breathe fresh air again, and stretch your hands to the sky, once we have finished here."

Her words and touch had a visible effect on the man, his face that of relief, his eyes holding a glint of hope. Diamond gave him one last smile before turning to the other side of the hall, leaving him with more than he had when they entered.

Kay caught a glimpse of Diamond's face as they left the hall. The hair on the back of her neck stood on end, the glare of righteous rage in her eyes would keep her awake that night more than any wicked gods or mad druids.

The hall brought them to a water slick natural cavern, cleft from oblong end to end by an underground stream. The cave was much wider than the rooms before, and the stream flowed to and from narrower extensions of the natural rock cave, too tight a fit even for Diamond's slender form. Stalactites hung overhead like the fangs of a terrible beast, ready to bite down and trap intruders in its gullet. The path seemed to end there, but for a glow coming from within a darkened hollow opposite the hall entrance.

Kay walked up to the rushing stream, plunging her hammer fearlessly under the water. It thumped on the bottom before reaching halfway up the haft. "Not very deep, or fast for that matter."

"Don't risk it, just jump across here where it's narrower," Diamond instructed, walking over to a thin gap close to the walls. She jumped from a standing start, making it across with ease, sliding a little on the wet floor as she landed. Kay followed suit, her landing a bit heavier than Diamond's.

There came a chorus of squeaks from the hollow where the glow emanated from. Rats began scattering away from the hollow, up into cracks on the wall and into the crevices the stream came from.

"Looks like we found the rats," Kay said, readying her hammer. "Time to finish the job!"

"They don't look like they're attacking," Diamond said warily. "What are they running from?"

The answer came as a deep hiss from within the hollow. Emerging from the shadows was a creature that might have once been a rat, a large one at that, but now barely resembled an animal, let alone a rat. The beast was roughly the size of a pony, not including its tail. The tail itself appeared to be covered in bark, if not made of wood entirely. Its hide seemed to be feathered, but on closer inspection, the coat seemed to be entirely made of leaves. Though its body was bulky, almost obese, the monstrosity's head was thin, bony and bald. Worst of all, three vine-like limbs extended from its back, tipped in thorny barbs and writhing like serpents.

"Do you think Rose would mind us killing this one?" Kay asked, widening her stance.

Before Diamond could respond, the plant-rat screeched, leaping from the hollow clear across the room to where Kay stood, its claws slicing down at her. Kay held fast against the onslaught, holding it at bay with her hammer. It snapped at her with its bony jaws over the haft, the sound of its bite hollow and resonant. Diamond rushed to her friend's aid, only to be struck away by the mad whipping of the monster's mutant tail. She still could not tell if the tail was made of wood, but it certainly felt like she was hit by a tree.

Kay was not to be outmatched in strength by a rodent, no matter how warped, and heaved it back with a single thrust of her arms. The creature stumbled back, relinquishing its grasp on her weapon. Once she was free, she jabbed the head of the hammer into its gaunt face with a sordid crunch. It seemed oblivious to the strike, lashing at her over and over with its elongated talons. Its blows mostly glanced off her chestplate, but she regretted the lack of gauntlets on her armor when one paw raked across her hand. Barely wincing at the cuts, she never took her gaze from the beast. She broke another potentially devastating slash from those claws with her hammer haft, and growled in disappointment as the haft was cleft in two by combination of her iron grip and its own incredible strength. She dropped both pieces of the weapon and backed up, raising her fists in a fighting stance without missing a beat.

Diamond kept her distance, wary now of the tail's frantic waving. She needed to strike decisively, but the creature's hide and composition made no weakness obvious. There was one thing she knew though, that tail needed to go. Darting in with elf-like grace and speed, she slipped into the tail's range. Weaving through it's back and forth pattern to reach the thick tail base, she brought down her sword with both hands. The fine blade rang out a beautiful note as it met the tail, the sword almost as musical as its wielder. That one clear note was joined by a sickening splatter of flesh being sliced, and the tail dropped to the ground. The spastic writhing of the tail continued after its separation from the rat, and it retained the power it once had when it slapped Diamond's feet out from under her. There was a crack, and she dropped to the ground, suddenly unable to hold up her own weight.

The rat's howl of pain was deafening in the echoing cavern, but it was silenced moments later when Kay let loose a punch that clobbered it down to the ground. It lay there in stunned agony for a moment before Kay's merciless heel dropped onto it's skull. The body gave one more dying shudder, then fell still. Kay kicked the skull fragments and splattered brains off her boot before checking on her friend.

"You gonna make it?" Kay asked, kneeling down next to her.

"That tail had it out for me," Diamond joked. "Hits harder than I thought it would, too."

Kay looked over to the still twitching tail, examining its interior. She was no magical expert, but it definitely seemed this rat was the unfortunate victim of experimentation. The core of the tail was flesh and bone, but it seemed the bark on the outside was actually just a tree that was growing out of the tail like some kind of parasite.

"You're lucky it didn't break your legs when it tripped you," Kay said.

Diamond cast a glance at her legs. "Not that lucky," she said, gesturing to her left leg. Kay gently rolled up her pant leg, frowning when she noticed the uneven bump where her shin should have been smooth.

"You're not walking anytime soon, I'd say," she stood back up. "You can't heal that, right?"

"My songs don't work on myself," Diamond admitted.

Kay looked wistfully at her bisected hammer. "Will they work on old Smashy?"

Diamond chuckled and shook her head. Kay shrugged and leaned back down, scooping her friend up and supporting her so she could stand.

"We're still finishing this," Diamond said, glancing over to the glow coming from the hollow.

"Wouldn't have it any other way," Kay said as she helped her across the slippery floor.

The determined duo made their way to the hollow. There they found a solid looking iron portcullis, standing stoically in their path. The glow was from a simple torch on the other side of the metal gate. Beyond its light, yet another tunnel wound its way deeper into the earth.

"What the... there's not even a door here," Diamond mused. "How are we supposed to get through?"

"I'm assuming there's a switch, somewhere," Kay sneered. "Let's see if we can find a pressure plate."

Diamond nodded and hobbled away, leaning up against the wall and scanning for any seams or cracks that would indicate a hidden switch. She nearly jumped out of her skin when Kay kicked the portcullis, smashing through it like it was dried tinder.

"Oh look," She seethed. "I found the right spot."

"Trinity's Harmony! Say something next time!" Diamond chided, hoping back over to Kay's side.

"My foot slipped."

"Save it for Farthing," Diamond said, turning her gaze down the tunnel. "Something tells me this will be most unpleasant."

They made their way down the tunnel, Kay snagging the torch off the wall to guide their way. Going was slow, hindered as they were by Diamond's broken leg. The floor of the tunnel was thankfully smooth, and even on one foot Diamond was rather able and agile. Even if she stumbled, Kay was there to put her right again. They both knew what was at stake. Every moment wasted in movement was a step closer to whatever fate the farmer had in mind for Garnym.

As they drew closer to the end of the hall, the walls and floor became covered with a thick black vine. As they stepped on the vines, they seemed to squirm and wriggle.Diamond became acutely aware of a rhythm somewhere deep in the cave, reverberating against the stone through the vines. The vibrations made her feel sick, as though it resonated in just the wrong way in her ears.

Her illness became revulsion as they reached the end of the tunnel. The tunnel terminated in a wide, low cavern. The resonant rhythm was distinct here, loud and sickening. The vines became thicker and more entangled near the center of the cavern, where an enormous mass, roughly the shape of a bloated human heart, hung from the ceiling. Below it was a wooden altar, the familiar form of Garnym stretched out on top of it. A man, wearing overalls and holding a pitchfork, stood next to the altar, seemingly in a trance. The green-glowing prongs of the pitchfork were poised above the unfortunate farmhand.

"Hold it right there!" Kay demanded.

The farmer seemed to rouse from his trance. He turned to face the two women who entered the chamber, his beady eyes cold and aloof. "You profane this chamber with light. Begone."

"Oh, alright, we'll just leave you to your disgusting rituals and human sacrifice," Kay said, her green eyes blazing.

"You can stay to watch," the farmer said, as though he misunderstood. "Just leave the light."

"This?" Kay said, holding the torch high. "You don't like this?" She charged at him with it. "YOU DON'T WANT LIGHT, YOU SICK BASTARD? TOO BAD!"

A thick vine whipped down from the ceiling and slapped Kay down to the floor before she even made it halfway to the altar. Stunned as she was, the torch rolled on the vines, which seemed to smother the flames. The room was still lit by the glow from the altar and the pitchfork.

"Get rid of that light," the farmer said again, his voice still even and emotionless.

"You already put it out, idiot," Kay growled, picking herself back up, trying to focus on one of the three farmers that danced in her vision.

The room was suddenly lit as bright as day. A beam of blue and white streaked across the room to where the farmer stood, as a warm hum filled the room. The vines seemed to shy away from any spot the light got too close. Kay turned to Diamond, where the beam was emanating from. Her eyes were closed, but her aim was perfect. Her mouth was closed, humming in concert with the magic. She held out in front of her a crystal sphere, an eight pointed star suspended within. The Starlight.

"Oh right," Kay grinned. "That kind of light."

 The humming song of the beam was overpowered by the beating of the heart, and when the beam dissipated the farmer remained untouched. A shimmering black field surrounded the altar and heart, protecting the contents inside.

"Well that was a waste," Diamond groaned, collapsing to the floor. "Would have worked if it was night."

"You never should have interfered," the farmer said. The vines on the floor and ceiling near the two of them reached out for them. Kay's arms were restrained by several vines, and Diamond was pinned as her good leg was wrapped in the greasy black tendrils.

"The Black Heart must have blood," the farmer said, raising the pitchfork. "Nothing can stop it now."

Kay glanced back to Diamond, who returned her gaze. She gave a smirk and a wink to her friend, and turned back to the farmer. She let out a roar that became a soulful, earsplitting cry. From her mouth a gout of energy, scintillating in a prism of color, washed over the vines threatening her. They disintegrated upon contact with the pure power of Kay's breath, sizzling and letting loose a cloud of oily smoke.

As the smoke cleared, it was clear that Kay was no longer what she seemed to be. Instead of pale skin, white fur covered her body. Her face grew a large muzzle, like that of a beast. Her ears became long and narrow, and her red hair became a gorgeous crimson mane. She stood a good head over her previous height, due to the increased length of her neck and change in her legs that shifted her balance to her toes. Gold scales covered her front in large plates running down from her neck, and presumably over her still impressive belly. A long, lizard-like, yet fluffy white tail swished through the air behind her, the golden scale plates running down its underside and great feathery wings spread wide as she shook the last of the vines off her hands, which now resembled large, four-taloned claws. Her eyes remained as lively and green as they had before as she glared at the farmer.

"What were you expecting?" she said, the light timbre of her voice seemingly unchanged in her draconic form. "Not this, I'll bet." She turned back to Diamond. "Now's the time, Di! No more hiding!"

Diamond sighed, somewhat aggravated. Secretly she had hoped they would not have to break disguise during their trip. With any luck, no one would see them like this. Eyes closed, her form shifted subtly into a silver scaled figure, not much different from her human body save for the shining leathery wings and glimmering tail. Her muzzle turned up in a scaly ridge over her nose, and her ears became elegant fins. She inhaled deeply, and exhaled a cloud of freezing air. The vines that surrounded her shriveled in the extreme temperature, and he tendrils around her leg shattered when she pulled away. Unfortunately, her other leg remained broken, and she was still on the floor. Not that she would have been much help, using the Starlight's power during the day had drained her energy.

The farmer seemed to be stunned by the revelation. His head began to shake, Kay assumed from terror. But soon it was clear that his horror was not dragon related as he backed into the throbbing heart behind him.

"Nothing will stop it ... nothing ... nothing..." he repeated, voice quavering. Tendrils reached out from the black mass, coiling around him. Sharp thorns sprung out from the sides of the vines, and Kay winced when she realized the inside of the vine-suit must have had the same effect. The Farmer was soon covered in black, shifting plants and terrible thorns. He readied his pitchfork, leveling it at the white-furred dragon in front of him.

Kay did her best avoiding the points of the makeshift weapon, the green glow around the prongs making her aware that her enemy had some kind of unholy blessing.The armor she wore was no less effective than it had been before, though it fit just a bit snugger. But the real problem was that she had very little way of retaliating against the swipes and thrusts of the farmer's apparent prowess. Her bare claws were powerful in their own right, but there was a sinister glisten on the thorns that made her second guess using teeth or claws on this enemy.

"Kay!" Diamond shouted, and flung her sword, scabbard and all across the room. Kay snatched the weapon out of the air, tearing the sheath away and parried the farmer's latest thrust at her chest. She grimaced, unable to find a good grip on the smaller weapon with her large hands. Still, it was a vast improvement over her previous position, and she made the most of it as soon as she could. While the farmer was off balance from the parry, she slashed twice. His armor split under her assault, but even as the blade left the gashes, they knit themselves back together. As far as she could tell, her strikes had not found purchase on flesh.

The farmer found his footing and retaliated, savagely swinging at her head. She clumsily blocked and nearly dropped the weapon. She struck back, but he practically ignored her attacks and came out undamaged. She was being pushed back on her heels more than she would like, something she never had expected from this fight. The farmer was no novice with his weapon, but neither was he entirely in control, not to mention the disadvantage of her lack of expertise with a smaller weapon and not being able to use her claws. Diamond was not able to help either, which definitely made the fight much more complicated.

Taking a risk, Kay lashed out with her free claw. She managed to remove a huge swath of his vines, and was rewarded with lines of blood soaking his torn tunic just before the vines came back. She followed up by slapping him with her tail, and the force of her blow tossed him back several feet onto his back. Feeling the energy building back up inside, she released another energy breath. The shimmering wave washed over him and she could hear the sizzlinging of his armor as the vines burned up. Kay smirked, feeling like she had a foothold at last.

That was when her hand began to shake. She clearly had been correct about the thorns being poisonous. Already she could feel the poison spreading quickly up her arm. Her head soon began to tingle, and her vision started to swim. She stumbled as her legs lost their balance, how she managed to stay on her feet was a miracle she would never come to understand. Through bleary eyes, she could see the farmer standing back up, his vines slowly regenerating and his eyes disturbingly vacant.

"Blood... blood... blood... " he chanted, his pitchfork leveling at her chest. She tried to bring up the sword defensively, but her heart fell when she heard it clatter to the floor out of numb fingers. For the first time in a long while, Kay felt like she was in true danger. She turned back to Diamond, who was inching toward her, hoping to do something, anything to help. But as the pitchfork came close to her chest, there seemed to be no way to save herself. She saw darkness tinge her vision, and braced for the inevitable.

Wait. Was the darkness in her eyes, or the room?

Shadows in the room seemed to thicken, swirling around and coalescing behind the farmer. He did not seem to expect it either, gazing around distractedly. His pitchfork pulled away from Kay, and he took a defensive posture.

Kay almost cheered when she saw eyes in those shadows, red and sinister.

"My dear, what are you wearing?" Rose purred, seemingly from every corner of the room. "Don't you know that vines are no longer in season?"

Rose materialized then, transformed much as her friends were. She was certainly a dragon, but all of her was lightless. Her scales devoured color, leaving a pure black that unsettled the eye. The only parts of her that retained any coloration were her horns, a rose red, her eyes, which glowed even in darkness, and her hair, turned silver from black.

The farmer turned on her but she was not to be overtaken. Shadows leapt from her hands and swirled over the farmer. There were squeals of whatever agony vines feel as they were peeled back by umbral claws, and more of the shadows formed chains around his legs and arms, holding him in an exposed position.  Rose held the chains taught, keeping him still.

Above the now racing beat of the heart, there was a song that danced in the air all around. Kay felt an ebbing in the numbness overtaking her body as the song flowed through her. A quick glance to her side confirmed that Diamond was concentrating, eyes closed, on singing for her friend. Soon all the weakness was gone, replaced with an inner glow, the spark of energy that Diamond's songs always brought to her heart.

"What are you waiting for, Kaybeast?" Rose said. "I can't hold him like this forever."

Kay scooped Diamond's sword back up, glaring at the immobilized form of the farmer. His eyes were still vacant, devoid of any reason and life. She almost pitied him, but he was the instrument of this Black Heart now, and needed to be stopped. With vicious conviction, she strode forward and plunged the blade into his chest.

There was a brilliant flash, and a startled cry. The radiance of the blade washed over the farmer's body, and light seemed to return to his eyes. The pitchfork dropped to the ground, clattering as it tumbled away. His gaze found Kay's and he seemed confused. "Are... you an angel, girl?" Kay's heart leaped into her throat. She pulled the sword from his chest, and he gasped in shock. "I'm sorry ... I couldn't stop it ... even the others in the circle ... it got them too ..." He looked back up at her. "But I'm free now."

Kay nodded, trying very hard not to betray the lump in her chest.

Fear crept into his eyes. "It's going to take me," he said. "The Black Heart is everywhere, it wants to drain the world dry." Kay was about to ask what he meant, when she noticed his skin cracking as though it lost all its moisture. Rose's chains soon found nothing to hold onto, the farmer's arms and legs shriveled up as the vines of the heart swelled up, absorbing him into it. The vines closed around him as the last of his body was swallowed up.

For a time the only thing that could be heard was the beating of the heart. Diamond looked to Rose, saying "How did you know we were here? I thought you weren't coming back?"

"You took longer than I thought you would, and when I found the giant hole in the barn I got suspicious," Rose said. "I just followed the caves down to you after that." She nodded at the heart. "I wasn't expecting anything like this, what is it?"

"It's about to be dead," Kay told her. She started moving towards it, intent on cutting it down and ending this horror. As she approached, there was a hiss similar to the release of steam from a broken pipe. Her gaze was drawn up, where she could see the vines above opening up and a yellow cloud seeping out.

"What is ... that?" Rose said, her voice strained as the cloud fell on them. "Why ... can't I breathe ..."

The choking cloud settled on top of them, stinging their eyes and throats. Kay tried to back away from the cloud, but it seemed to follow them as they moved. Rose tried to slip back into shadows, but she didn't make it before the cloud was thick enough that she could not focus enough to shift. Diamond seemed less affected, but still coughed and hacked as she dragged herself to the other two. The heartbeat grew calmer, seemingly assured of its victory.

Then all of a sudden, it stopped. The choking gas dissipated, leaving the three dragonesses lying on the floor, dazed and confused, still coughing out the last of the poison. Kay turned to the heart and the altar below it, baffled upon seeing the figure standing under it. Garnym stood below, holding the pitchfork that now jutted out from the fibrous folds of the heart. The vines all around the room started to shrivel, and the heart sagged and trembled as it died.

Garnym looked at the three of them as the pulled the pitchfork out from the heart. "So," he said, "you're dragons?"

"Yes," Diamond said, standing up with Kay's help. "Is that okay?"

The former farmhand shrugged, smiling. "I suppose."

***********

The four of them left the chamber, after cutting the heart's remains to pieces. On the way out, they found that the other prisoners had already fled. Garnym said they would be fine, they were all strong folks who could take care of themselves. As they entered the ritual chamber, Kay stopped and considered the symbol on the ground. She took the head end of her broken hammer and smashed it onto the floor. A great crack split the symbol in two.

"Farthing said the Black Heart is everywhere," she explained to the others' confused stares. "This might have been some kind of link to those other parts of it."

"He said his circle couldn't stop it," Diamond said. "I think he was a druid, maybe he used to be."

"Then the others in his circle might have been corrupted, much as he was," Rose said. Her tail swished in irritation. "This could be a real problem. We don't have time for this."

"No," Diamond said adamantly, her eyes fixed on the shadow dragon. "This is not something we can ignore. We still have time before the meeting, and there's no one else this far away from a capitol who could take care of something this dangerous. We have to help."

Rose considered her for a moment. "You must realize what you're putting off. How important this is to you, to the rest of us, that you would want to go on this tangent?"

Diamond nodded. "Even if it's not just a dream, he would want it this way."

Kay nodded at her words, and Rose shook her head pitifully. "I suppose that's true," she sighed. "Very well. Let's do our research before leaving, there must be clues here to the fate of this druid circle. They'll be the key to ending this."

"Pardon me,"Garnym said, and all three of them turned to him. He hesitated a moment, clearly shocked by the sudden attention from several dragons. "I just ... I would like to know if I could come with you ... if that is alright with you?"

"No offense, but why would you want to?" Rose said. "You've seen what this is all about, what we're facing, why would you not just run the other way?"

"You all aren't," he told her.

Diamond grinned brilliantly, and Kay glanced very expectantly to Rose, who smiled in spite of herself. "We're dragons, you ponce. You may have seen the sort of things we are capable of back there. I'm a skilled sorceress with shadows at my command, Diamond has an enchanted voice capable of singing people to life, and Kay could break your back with the flick of a finger. This thing is unlike anything we've seen before, and it almost had victory over all three of us. What do you think you can do that we couldn't?"

"Maybe nothing," he answered honestly. "But I'm out of a livelihood in this town, I was a stranger here to begin with. Farmer Farthing was a good man, kind to his workers and his animals. If this thing can turn a such a man to madness, it needs to be stopped. Maybe I can't help, but I want to try."

Kay said nothing, resting her gaze on Diamond. Rose did as well, though with some concern. Diamond beckoned him closer, and he came to stand beside her. She put her hands on his shoulders, staring into his eyes. "This won't be easy."

"Neither is farmwork," he said. "Still needs to be done."

She smiled greatly again. "You'll do fine, my dear. If you want to follow, that'll be fine. Be warned, though, this might get intense, and we'll have a hard enough time taking care of ourselves. You'll need to know when to back down."

"I won't be a burden, I swear," Garnym said. "As soon as I am, I'll show myself out. But I've seen too much to back down now."

"Then welcome to the party!" Kay said, clapping him on the shoulder. He buckled under her accidental assault, almost dropping to the ground. "You'll be a regular adventurer by the time we're done with you!"

Garnym smiled, seemingly pleased with that thought. Diamond gave him her hand, and he shook it briskly. He offered her his shoulder, offering to help her walk. She gladly leaned on him, and the four of them left the cave, a common cause ahead of them.