Return to Nurrengaard David J. Duncan Originally Written 08/96 Revised 04/02 Notes: All characters from the Dubois Chronicles are mine. The characters from Forever Knight belong to Sony Tri-Star. Please send questions and comments to dante0220@yahoo.com Prologue [Somewhere in the mists...] The Faerie Empress speaks.... As the greater realms prepare for the strife to come, it seems that I need to tell you about what happened before. You have already heard David Dubois mention his previous encounters with Lousain, the Wizard- Lord of the Dark Lands. What you might not know is that from this struggle came several things...most notably, the seed of darkness already within David developed further following his encounters with LaCroix and the Enforcers two and a half years earlier. Before you see what happens next, you must know what happened before.... Chapter 1 [The Dark Lands] Deep within the Inner Realm, an evil patch smoldered within the landscape. Despite the flowers, milk, and honey, which seemed to cover most of the land, a dark cloud floated over one particularly large area known to all only as the Dark Lands. Due to the inherent wickedness, nothing grew in this barren desert, earthquakes shook the ground, plumes of bloody red fire shot upwards and the sky was always jet-black. In the heart of this forsaken realm lay a giant crater. A honeycomb of mines and other rooms were carved into its rocky slopes. Once these rooms had been busy with the hammering and preparations of the evil Trolls, however now, all remained ominously silent. A few of the wicked creatures had taken refuge within their former work areas, waiting for their lord to return. At the Pit's bottom lay a throne room with only a grand chair and a dark ruby in its center. The wizard who had ruled there had waged a great war against the forces of good only to lose by the narrowest of margins. His name was Lousain and he was dead. Or was he? Suddenly, a bolt of lightning penetrated the Pit, striking the jewel, and sending shockwaves throughout the complex. A light bathed the room and a cloud of mist formed in its center. The trolls who had gathered there heard a familiar voice from the cloud. "I...I am Lousain!" The wizard stepped out of the cloud, fully reformed and bent on vengeance. "Followers, attend me!" he commanded, invoking a spell. Suddenly, where there had been only a few, six hunchbacked trolls stood before him. Bowing before him, they indicated, "Yes, Master?" Lousain stood tall, bellowing, "I WANT REVENGE! The outworlders who bested me before will be destroyed. I need three new sacrifices: a baby, a maiden, and a pure soul." Turning to the scorched ruby, he conjured up the images of Karen Montoya, Angie Blackwell, and Miranda Dubois. "Take them! Go!" The trolls disappeared into the mists, looking to cause chaos in the world beyond. Chapter 2 [Columbia, SC] It was a quiet day at St. Benedict's Hospital where many patients awaited treatment from the nurses making their rounds. Fridays were fairly busy and this one was no exception as most of the beds were full. Karen Montoya studied medical charts, field reports, and prepared medicinal doses as per the doctors' instructions. "Whew!" she thought. "Karen!" a voice called to her. Turning, the nurse saw Diane Redbacker, her supervisor, approaching her station. "Yes, Diane?" she inquired pleasantly. "There's nothing new. I was just seeing how everything was going," the older woman explained. "Anything interesting with you and your husband for this weekend?" "Mike's got a cottage booked just over the state line in Tennessee. That is if I survive the next three hours." "Oh, you will," her supervisor reassured her. Then, she shivered. "Who turned down the thermostat in here?" Karen grabbed a sweater, feeling the chill as well and noticed the lights dimming. "Now what?" she complained. "Can't Maintenance fix this?" Then, a banging came from the secured doors on the outer edge of the ward. Two blows later, a spider webbing pattern formed in their midst. Two more blows caved them inward. "What?" Diane wondered, starting to go for the phone. Hopefully, security could deal with this intruder. Karen stared at the cloud of dust rising from the entryway. Then, as the trolls came into view, she froze, remembering the last time she had seen these creatures and had been kidnapped to the Inner Realm. She tried to make her way for the fire escape, but a six foot monster blocked her path. "Master will be pleased. Heh, heh, heh," it chuckled, producing an aquamarine jewel and pointing it at her. Suddenly, a beam shot out of the bauble, striking her. For several long seconds, she quaked in the light, feeling her soul being separated from her body. Finally, as the beam retreated, she dropped to the floor like a sack of potatoes. Looking to the ceiling, the troll proclaimed, "Master, I've got the wench!" In response, a booming laughter shook the facility and the trolls vanished. Diane shook and wavered on her feet. "Oh," she moaned and fainted. Chapter 3 [Scituate, MA] Summer on the Massachusetts shoreline was a beautiful time of year with the warm sunshine and ocean breezes lifting one's spirits and helping him or her to think. On his way to Provincetown, Randy Dubois and his infant daughter, Miranda, had stopped to see the former's brother, Dave. The Alvarez home was full of warmth and visitors on that day. Besides the other two, Dave's girlfriend of a year, Angie Blackwell, sat in the corner, admiring the scene. Just after 3PM, the group had just finished their big meal and was sitting in the parlor. Randy and Angie were watching as the enthusiastic uncle bounced Miranda, or Miri as they called her, on his knee. Despite the fact that they had only been dating for just over a year, Angie had gained a sense of her deepening relationship with the librarian. Somehow, she had known from the beginning that they were meant for one another. Accordingly, she mused. "Look at him with Miri. Someday, he'll be a great father in his own right." Randy tapped her shoulder. "He's something with her, isn't he?" She smiled whimsically. "Yes, he is. Hopefully, if things keep going along as they are, he'll bounce a child of ours like that." He smiled at the thought. Since Dave had broken up with Karen, his older brother had been so solitary. Now, as he saw Angie's effect on him, he hoped, "Believe me, nothing would make me happier. Dave needs that stability and you two will be very happy together, I think." She flushed pink, slightly embarrassed that he knew what she was thinking. Then, as the lights flickered and a slight chill crept into the air. "Do you feel cold?" Randy nodded. "Yeah, I do. Dave, did you turn down the AC?" The librarian cradled his niece in his arms and walked over to the thermostat. "It's still 70 degrees. Why is it this cold?" Miri shivered fretfully. Dave handed her off to his brother. Turning, he saw the mist forming under the door, and a chill unrelated to the temperature, crept up his spine. "Shit!" he growled, bolting for the bedroom. "What? What is it?" Randy inquired, his nerves on edge. "Give Miri to Angie and get ready! Something mean is about to come through that door! Get your gun! NOW!!!" his brother advised, readying his quiver and bow. Randy passed his daughter to the young doctor and ran out the door toward his truck. Looking up, he noticed the sky was dark for some reason. "What in the?" he wondered, grabbing his shotgun and pistol. *** The banging had started on the backdoor. "What...What is it?" Angie fretted, scared out of her wits and desperately trying to comfort the baby. Dave came back into the room with his weapons prepped. "Get yoursgnome to cover. Trust me, you don't wanna see this." She shook her head fretfully. While she knew Dave was a crack shot with the bow and arrow, she had no idea why he had that setup prepared. "I won't leave you," she told him. A flash of anger shot through him. He asserted, "GO! Please!" But, at that moment, the back door exploded inward, allowing the trolls to spill in. The leader considered the scene through its cruel yellow eyes before ordering, "Attack!" Following their leader, the other demons raced into the room. "Dave, what is this?" Angie fretted. "Not now, Princess," he directed, firing a volley of shafts into the oncoming horde. Six of the creatures dropped to the floor, allowing their comrades access. "What did you do now, Dave?" Randy pushed, firing a round from his gun and taking down another troll. "What did I do?" the older brother countered as he fired still more projectiles. "I didn't do anything!" "Yeah, right," the other countered, knowing his brother's talent for finding trouble. Somewhere he remembered Dave's disappearance for almost a week from a decade before. Could this be related to it? Firing blast after blast, he took out a few more, but eventually, ran out of bullets. Trying to use the empty weapon as a club, he battered another one. However, he was overwhelmed eventually and knocked out. Without help, Dave was surrounded as well. Although he had managed to take his ton of flesh from the invaders, they battered him as well, dropping him to the floor. As he blacked out, he saw them taking Angie and Miri with them, but could do nothing about it. After they vanished, he sank into the murky depths of unconsciousness. Chapter 4 Sometime later, Dave perceived flashes dancing in the darkness before his eyes. Slowly, he started to pull himself from the pit of unconsciousness. The flashes coalesced, and a picture blurred into focus. Looking around, he could see he was in a hospital bed with a pounding headache. "Damn," he muttered. "Does anyone have anything for a headache?" The nurse walked over. "So, one of the Dubois brothers is back with us." "Yeah, but this one's in need of an Advil or a stiff drink," he laughed ruefully. Looking around the room again, he saw Mr. Alvarez, Karen's father, approaching him. "Mr. A...lvarez," he moaned. The elder man nodded with a concerned look on his face. After taking a deep breath, he continued, "What happened?" "I...I'm sorry," Dave reported. "We...were attacked by trolls. We...tried to stop them. Angie and Miri, where are they?" Mr. Alvarez shook his head. "There were no signs of them, and I'm afraid that I have more bad news if you care to hear it." "Go ahead," Dave advised half-seriously. "It can't get any worse." The elder man sighed, "It has. Your brother is in a coma. Worse still, I got a call from Mike. Karen's in a coma too." Hearing that, Dave popped two Advils. This sounded too familiar. "Let me...guess. She's...glowin', right?" "That's right. How?" "Don't ask," the librarian replied curtly as he added up the clues. Between the mists, the trolls, and now, the blue glow around Karen, it seemed to be one possibility. He hoped he was wrong. "Lousain. If he weren't dead, it would be him," he realized. At that moment, the skies turned dark again and purple lightning flashed through the windows, burning holes in the linoleum floor. A ghastly laugh echoed through their ears. "I have returned from the dead. This time, you will all die!" the voice indicated. "LOUSAIN!" Dave bellowed. "This means war!" The voice snickered and ceased. The skies brightened as well. "What's going on?" Mr. Alvarez demanded. "Who is this Lousain?" Dave sighed and shook his head. "Oh man, why couldn't I be wrong just this once? WHY?" Then, after collecting himself, he answered, "Remember when Karen and I disappeared in high school?" Seeing the other man nod, he continued, "This was the creep who kidnapped her before. I went and got her back." The other man gaped. He had heard their sketchy reports, but hadn't taken them seriously. Now, the evidence was right in front of him. "So, what do we do now?" "You'll do nothing. David will come with me," another familiar voice commanded from the mists collecting in the corner. From the cover, a wizened old man stepped forth with a long white beard, a brown robe, and a gnarled walking stick. Despite his appearance, he had an incredible aura about him. Dave bowed his head to the visitor. "Hail Grimwilkin, mightest sorcerer of the inner Realms." A smile cracked Grimwilkin's features. "And the same to you, David Dubois, master of folklore." "Excuse me, but do you wish to be seen?" Dave wondered with concern. The old man laughed, "As if anyone could do anything about it! Remember to whom you speak, my dear David! Still, your instincts serve you well. We will leave presently after I've attended to your brother," he instructed. Parting the curtain between the two brothers, he observed Randy's comatose form. "Yes, young one, the trolls inflicted dire damage on you. Still, for the Faerie Empress, that is a minor thing to heal. For you, a healing potion," he noted, producing a glowing vial from beneath his cloak. Invoking a spell in an ancient tongue, he sprinkled the glowing solution over the victim, closing the latter's wounds up almost instantly. "Now rest, my friend." "Thank you," Dave expressed. "The Lady is with all living beings," he explained. Now come with me." With that, the mists surrounded the two men, leaving Mr. Alvarez alone and more than slightly confused. **** When the mists parted, the two companions stood in the midst of the battle zone. "Is this satisfactory?" the wizard asked. "Absolutely," Dave replied. "Can I get you something?" "A cup of tea perhaps," Grimwilkin indicated while filling his pipe. Dave put the kettle on the stove and sat across the table from his guest. "When you set out the cups, remember to put a third one out as well. We'll have one more companion," the elderly man directed. "Who would know?" the librarian inquired. "Garth?" Grimwilkin nodded. Then, hearing a knocking from the door, he told the young man. "That could be the door." Dave stared at him perplexedly as he walked over to the portal and opened it. On the other side, a tall well-built man with dark, intense eyes and raven-black hair stared back at him momentarily. Garth Singleton, Dave's classmate and best friend during their high school years, considered the other man. At their recent class reunion, he had noticed something different about his friend. Something had happened which weighed on the other man's heart. Having survived the first trip into the Pit unscathed, he wondered what could have affected him like that. "Dave, it's good to see you again. Is that invitation still open?" "Of course! You should know better than to ask. Can I get you some tea?" Dave replied. He nodded, accepting the offer. Turning to the wizard, he greeted, "Hail, Grimwilkin." With a slight bow of his head, he paid his respects. "Thank you, my young friend," the other told him. "Now, join us to discuss our business." "Thank you," Garth expressed, joining his friends at the table. Watching Dave pouring tea, he asked his host, "What's going on? The house seems okay and the kitchen looks great. Why is everyone so concerned?" "Follow us," the wizard told him and walked into the living room with Dave. Garth gaped in horror as he observed the damage around him. The scorch marks were pressed into the walls. Dead trolls lay in pools of their own dried blood. Furniture was ripped, chipped, and broken like so much flotsam. He turned to the others. "They were here?" "Yup," his friend confirmed, shuddering slightly to fight down a spike of darkness within him. Grimwilkin observed Dave's reaction with concern. Perhaps, the young one hadn't escaped unscathed, as they had feared. Still, they needed to worry about their current problem, and if they survived their perilous situation, that issue could be dealt with. "In the meantime, may the Empress keep you safe, my friend." Regaining his composure, he asserted, "The darkness spreads across the Inner Realm once again. Soon, it will threaten Nurrengaard once again. Therefore, I need you to return with me immediately." Dave studied Grimwilkin intently. Anything powerful to worry him like this deserved their attention. Besides, he wanted payback against Lousain and the trolls. "I thought we destroyed them at the base of the Pit," Garth supposed. "He's back with full power," the librarian growled. "We fought them here." "Why? Were you trying to get killed?" Dave glared angrily at his friend. "Did we have a choice?" A bit of anger sparked in his eyes. "We were attacked! Garth, Karen's gone not to mention Angie and Miri! And I suppose you think I'm going to let them go without a fight? C'mon, you know me better than that!" Garth shot Grimwilkin a sudden look. Again, he felt the menace radiating within his friend. "No, I guess not." Dave collected himself again and probed, "Before we leave, shouldn't we call Karen's husband?" The wizard shook his head. "No. He needs to concentrate on guarding his wife's body. Your concerns are Karen's soul, Angela, and Miranda. First, I must attend to business here." Raising his staff and murmuring a spell, he summoned the energies from beyond the pale. Releasing it into the room, he watched as the accoutrements regained their former state as everything was like new again. "There!" he commented. "Now, gentlemen, shall we?" Raising his staff anew, a bright light surrounded the trio. When it dimmed they were no longer on Earth, but in a familiar place far away. Chapter 5 [The Citadel of the Four Winds, Nurrengaard] When the light had dimmed, Dave and Garth looked around in amazement. All around them, the architecture and designs told them that once again they stood in the reception hall of the Citadel of the Four Winds, the central bastion within Nurrengaard. After allowing his friends a minute to collect themselves, Grimwilkin verbally nudged them. "Excuse me, gentlemen, but we mustn't keep our friends waiting. The two visitors nodded in agreement and followed his lead through the two massive oak doors to the Grand Hall. "I don't remember it being this cold on our last visit," Dave remarked. The wizard replied dryly as he shuffled into the room. "Indeed, the Dark pushes us even here. We must rush to insure that we'll have time to formulate an effective defense." In front of the trio sat a long charcoal colored table. Around it sat the allies from the last battle fifteen years earlier. Ferrali, the burly gnome, and Harokin, the leader of the men from the distant mountains. At the head, sat Molori, the citadel's lord and Nurrengaard's administrator. Dave greeted, "Hello, friends. I wish we would be meeting under better circumstances." "That goes for me too," the other Earther agreed. "Thank you," Molori accepted, motioning for them to sit beside them. "Tell us about the affairs of the Outer World?" "Sure," Dave agreed and, for the next hour, he brought the others up to date on the evil doings going on of late. "Does this make any sense?" Harokin looked earnestly at Grimwilkin and put his hand on the librarian's shoulder. "The events you describe mirror the ones going on in the East. Lousain has returned and has the second of the three bands on his wrist. His influence extends even up to the gates of this citadel, and the Lady of the Light will not be able to hold him back forever. As he strengthens, the Empress weakens. We must move quickly!" Walking over to the window, he stared out over the walls, seeing the black stain stretching across the land, and feeling the icy cold reaching inside of him. Once again, his inner bile stirred. Ever since the night in Cambridge, he had felt these things. How he wished he could have remembered what had happened after the vampire attacked him. "I agree," he muttered, managing to collect himself and return to the table. Grimwilkin raised his hand, opening the side door with a simple spell. Within it, Mike Montoya stood watch over his wife's glowing form. "The final piece of proof to David's story," he stated. The nervous husband pushed, "Dave! Am I'm glad to see you! What are you doing here? And what does this have to do with Karen?" "An evil wizard has taken her soul in addition to kidnapping Angie and Miri. With their sacrifice, he'll have ultimate power...or so he thinks." "The story is more complex than that," a voice announced from behind. They turned to see the Faerie Empress standing in their midst. Although she looked haggard from holding back Lousain's power, the benefactress seemed as beautiful as ever. Before her, she held an emerald watch crystal. "M'Lady," Dave addressed her as they bowed. "Thank you for saving my brother's life." "It was my pleasure," she indicated. "Please rise and turn your attention to the crystal. David and Garth, your friend is unfamiliar with the last adventure. Behold, Michael Montoya, the last battle with the Dark!" From the depths of the jewel, a collage of images streamed in front of us, displaying the great battle of the Pit, the friends' desperate last stand, and their return to Earth. "Now," she continued. "The time has come for us to stand up once again. Will you both fight anew?" Garth spoke first. "I'll stand with Dave." His friend spoke next. "For my lady, niece, and friend not to mention the souls of everyone everywhere, I stand once again with Harokin's standard. If he'll have me and Garth." "Indeed, you shall fight beside me again, my knights," Harokin concurred. "You are still bound by your vows of fealty. Are you comfortable with that?" Seeing them both nod, he clasped them both on the shoulders, welcoming them back into his ranks. "And I thank you," the Empress added, motioning for them to walk through the side door. "Now come, your weapons await." Walking inside and past Mike, the two friends approached the case at the end of the room. Within it, two suits of elfin chain link armor were displayed. These were the suits from their last adventure. Beside them sat two special weapons. On the left was a silken cloak with a ruby clasp. On the right stood a yew bow and golden arrows. "Since the last battle, these items have held a place of honor. Garth, once again the cloak will allow you to slip through the enemy's lines. David, I have observed your growth as an archer with pride. Therefore, I give you these golden arrows. They will strike fear into the hearts of evil for they will never fail to hit their mark," she indicated. Taking the bow and stringing one of the fine shafts on it, he visualized the apple on the table at the far end of the room. Firing the projectile slightly wide, he saw it inexplicably curve back toward its target, striking dead center. "You see?" she asked. "Even when you try to miss, you can't." "Thank you for this wonderful gift," the librarian accepted. "Same here," the other adventurer added. She smiled warmly. "You're very welcome. Now, you must rest." Leading us down the hall, she led us to a luxurious bedroom with two king sized beds awaiting us. "Sleep well." As if by magic, sleep claimed them quickly. For his part, Dave's dreams troubled him with disturbing visions. Most terrifying of all was the vision of the dark battle. He saw himself on the ropes caught between an unseen enemy and some inner force within him. The latter seemed familiar...very familiar indeed. From the depths of his consciousness, he heard a dark snarling noise as if a beast waited there for the smallest excuse to pounce. Fighting these feelings back, he fell into a deeper, dreamless sleep, troubled no longer for that night at least. **** Early the next morning, Dave arose before the rest of the troops and girded himself for battle. Hearing an "ahem" from the door, he turned to see Grimwilkin watching him. "The armor still does you justice, my friend," he complemented, cracking a warm smile. "Thank you," Dave replied. "Good morning to you as well." The wizard nodded and continued, "I came to you at the Lady's request. Your dreams were most disturbing to us all, David. Tell me, what do you remember of that night in Cambridge?" "Not much," Dave admitted. "I rushed to my professor's house where I was attacked by this vampire. Beyond that, I woke up on the lawn in a driving thunderstorm next to my professor and his wife, his papers were scattered around us, the house was burning, and I had a pounding headache." "Anything else," Grimwilkin pushed, obviously looking for something. "Just a red haze," the librarian told him. "What is it?" "The hurt within you is coalescing, David. You may not remember, but on the last quest, the darkness appeared. Since then, we have observed you falling deeper into it. Most notably, with the vampires, especially the ones called LaCroix and Dijon." At the sound of those names, the younger man's head began to throb. He took a deep breath, trying to restrain himself. "What is it with those names? The former I remember a bit of. The latter, I feel as though I should know, but have no memory." The older man nodded silently. Having already alerted Harokin to this fact, he felt that he had executed his duty to his friends. Clearing his throat, he requested. "Enough of that for now. You need to eat before the council meets this morning." Dave sighed deeply, feeling the numbness in his head lessening. Food definitely would help him. Accordingly, he followed his friend out of the room while his head tossed the wizard's warning around inside of it. This was going to be some adventure one way or the other. Chapter 6 While they ate, the group awaited their presence in the Grand Hall. "Typical Grimwilkin," Ferali groused. "Just when we're ready to go, he takes Dubois to fill his face. How long does it take the Earther to fill himself anyhow?" "Grimwilkin told us to be patient," Molori countered. Garth scratched his head. "I'm sure they'll be right back." At that moment, Dave and the wizard walked through the door. The former rushed into his seat, his face flushing red with embarrassment for he hated to be late for anything. "Our apologies," the sorcerer told them. "I wanted to talk with Mr. Dubois alone about some things." Harokin studied the other carefully. If the matter concerned what he thought it did, he was glad that they were a bit late. Having a potential liability in his company wasn't something he enjoyed. Only the fact that he owed his life to Dave did he allow him to join the quest. "That is satisfactory to me." For the next two hours, the group studied the giant map of the Inner realm, plotting a course between the twin peaks of the mountains, over the Floundering Flood, to the harsh Dark Lands and the Pit itself. Finally, Molori stood and beckoned for the others to join him. "We're set," he announced. "May Fortune smile upon you all once more, my friends. You are the last great hope for us all." The group nodded and bowed to him and the Empress. Having done that, they left the citadel, heading for the stables below. There, Dave and Garth found their appointed mounts still fresh and eager after the last decade. Climbing up, Dave felt as if he belonged on his mount's back. "Good boy, Streaker!" he complemented, rubbing the horse's neck affectionately. For his part, the horse whinnied, returning the greeting. Harokin watched as the group pulled into formation in front of his army. Satisfied that all was in order, he raised a great horn to his lips and blew a single long, loud note. With that signal, the troops rode out, heading for the Twin Peaks in the misty distance. And with that, the next phase of the adventure had begun. Chapter 7 [Somewhere on the Road] The first few days passed without incident. The army's members alternated watches so that they would stay fresh and alert. Other than that, they ate and maintained their weapons. Despite this lull, Dave's dreams kept coming with increasing ferocity. One night, he saw Angie chained in a dungeon. Beside her, little Miri was stuck in a cage. Worse of all, he saw mystical knives stabbing at Karen's soul and heard her scream in pain and terror. At this sight, he woke up, but somehow, he was still in the prison. Suddenly, as he reached for Angie, he felt a sharp pain across his face as if he were being slapped. The vision blurred and then, he found himself back in camp again. "Hey! What's going on? Are you okay?" Garth wondered, shaking him. "What happened?" Harokin added with Ferali nodding for emphasis. "I...I saw them. Angie, Miri, and Karen. They were alive but in pain," Dave recounted. "No doubt a sending from Lousain to provoke you," Grimwilkin confirmed. "David, you must keep your composure for the sake of us all." For a split second, the young man said nothing as his anger smoldered. Finally, forcing it down, he nodded curtly. "Very well," the wizard stated. "Everyone, back to sleep. Mr. Singleton, to your post." The troops resumed their rest although a bit nervous about their companion's experiences. Despite the legends of his previous exploits, they wondered about his trustworthiness. Likewise, Dave shared those feelings as well. After all, how could he fight with these men if he didn't even trust himself to do so? "Hopefully, I'll find some answers," he muttered, falling back into his slumber. **** The night passed quickly and with the dawn, the troop headed for the mountains, watching for attacks with each step. As Grimwilkin and Harokin reminded them, they had many miles to go before the Pit. Stopping only briefly, they managed to average between 20 and 25 miles per day. Only after the moon had risen high in the evening sky did they allow themselves a measure of rest. On the fourteenth day out, they made their way through the pass between the Twin Peaks. A week later, they forded the Flood. Having made it past these points, they headed for the Great Forest separating them from the plains beyond. **** One night about a week later, Dave sat by the fire feeling particularly troubled. For some reason, he felt as if something was going to happen on that night. Walking back to his sleeping spot, he heard someone or something diabolically laughing. "I know that laughter," he hissed, grabbing his weapons. "What now?" Garth wondered drowsily, awakened at his friend's latest mood attack. "Trolls," his friend muttered low, preparing himself. The other stirred from his rest and put on his cloak. The sword and armor were always on him in case of something like this. "Where are they?" he whispered. Dave shrugged, feeling the battle lust rising within him. "How the Hell am I supposed to know?" he hissed low. Somehow, he received a flash of insight...as if he could sense them. "Over there," he indicated. "How?" "I don't know. Call it a gut feeling," Dave retorted, running in that direction. About ten yards later, he stopped, finding the object of his search. The troll who had attacked him and his brother on Earth loomed in front of him. On its left shoulder, a scar from one of Dave's shafts stood out as a glaring reminder of their previous encounter. "Well, well, we meet again. Now you die." Dave snickered wickedly, "Pardon me if I don't lie down, faint, or plead for mercy like one of your trollettes." That comment pissed the monster off. "Trolls, attack!" it ordered, bringing a dozen of them from the brush. "Kill his friend if you want, but I want Dubois taken alive!" Garth stared at Dave, remarking, "Six apiece." "Sounds good," the other grinned and with a throaty chuckle, launched shaft after shaft into the horde with cruel efficiency. The guided missiles curved and bobbed, finding the enemies' hearts and dispatching them to Hell. Garth, for his part, put on the cloak. Once invisible, he weaved and darted between the demons, dispatching them with ease. It seemed that their practice sessions had paid off after all. "Whew!" Hearing the sounds of battle from the other side of the camp, Dave directed, "Over there! Let's go!" With that, he rushed off to engage the other troll contingent. Ferali snarled, "Nice of you to finally join us. We were having all of the fun over here." "And what do you think we were doing?" Dave tersely replied as he stuck his blade into another demon's chest. "We were killing those slime buckets over there too, ya know!" Glancing to the sides, he saw everyone locked in pitched combat with the enemy. After a while, the defenders seemingly gained an advantage. Suddenly, Dave heard another sniggering crack. "How's your sibling, Whelp?" Turning, he saw the Great Troll looming in his path. Its cruel eyes seemed to bore into his soul. He shook fiercely, feeling hot spasms rock his body, and the red haze settle across his vision. "No...not again..." "Afraid are we?" it taunted. "Well, the wenches scream really nice when we torture them. The brat will look great with a spike through it too." From deep within him, an almost feral growl escaped Dave. "I'm getting a rise outta ya!" the troll baited, drawing its sword. "GRRARRR!!!!" the enraged man screamed as they crossed swords. At first, the demon pressed its advantage. But as the fight wore on, Dave pushed it back, pressing his own advantage. Although confident at first, the creature grew increasingly fearful as the fight went on. Swinging wildly, it left its flank open. With a sinister laugh, Dave stabbed it, burying his blade deep into the enemy. After allowing it to taste the demon's blood, he yanked it back out and decapitated the corpse for good measure. Alarmed at what he has just seen from his friend, Garth walked up. "Dave." "Wha?" the other muttered. "C'mon, it's over. Calm down," his friend asserted. "No, not until we have 'em back!" Dave protested, stalking off for the river to wash the blood off of himself. The leaders watched this display with alarm, shaking their heads. The darkness had surfaced in their midst again. Granted, Dave had controlled it here, but could he continue to do so? Garth grew indignant as he watched their reaction. "He's our friend! You aren't going to desert him now! It's not his fault that Lousain's singled him out!" "Indeed. The dark wizard has linked him to Angela so that he feels her pain," Grimwilkin concurred. "Mr. Singleton, please talk to him if you would." "Absolutely," the Earther agreed and walked away from them, hoping to be able to reason with his friend. **** Five minutes later, Garth trudged his way through the woods and toward the stream. There, he found his friend kneeling on the shore and staring into his own reflection as the tears rippled the water. "Why?" Dave implored the image. "Why can't they leave me alone?" "Nobody ever truly leaves us alone, Dave," his friend informed him. "I would think that you would know that by now. What's with the temper? In the past, you're usually so level headed in a fight? Lately, I'm feeling this seething anger inside of you waiting to come out." "That troll was asking for it!" the librarian snarled. "Oh yeah, it baited you all right, jerking you farther down its path. And what happens the next time? Somebody gets killed? What if it's Angie, or Karen or your niece? I know you don't want to lose any of them to stupidity," Garth continued his lecture. "I know," he realized, his blood shot eyes glistening in the moonlight. "It's so hard though. There's a part of me that agrees with you, but the other part wants to run off and break something." "I know," Garth acknowledged, embracing his friend. "But just hang on a little while longer, okay? We'll get Angie back, but you need to balance your anger with rational thinking." Standing back up, he chuckled, "C'mon, I'm not your babysitter. Let's get back to camp." As the two friends arrived back at the campsite, Dave noticed that Grimwilkin was gone. "Guys, where is Grimwilkin?" They looked everywhere, but nobody knew where he was. "This is a dark omen indeed," Harokin concluded, his nerves very much on edge. Chapter 8 [Citadel-Nuurengaard] Back in Nurrengaard, Mike kept watch over Karen's shimmering form. Even as he denied the fear that his wife would never awaken from this, he choked back tears from his bloodshot eyes. "Why did this have to happen to you?" he queried her unconscious face. Receiving no answer, he raised his head to the sky and implored, "Please, God, can't we have some more help in this? Everyone is stretched so thin as it is as they deal with this threat. Thank You. Amen." "You already have as much help as you need," Grimwilkin reminded him as he entered the room. "What are you doing here? Why aren't you with Dave and the others?" Mike pushed adamantly. The wizard held up his hand, looking for peace. "Please, Mr. Montoya, my motives aren't for you to question. However, since you asked, I will say that our group makes good progress. I have just returned to talk with the Empress. Having done so and seeing that there is no change in Karen, I will return to them." Mike sighed and looked down at the ground. "I'm sorry, but everyone's acting as if Karen doesn't matter." Grimwilkin's eyebrow arched in surprise. "She doesn't matter?" he laughed. "I beg to differ! Her soul is of central importance to everyone especially David." The nervous husband doubted, "What does it matter to him? He didn't speak to Karen for years until she reached out to him." The wizard shook his head. "The relationship between them has always been deeper than that, David has risked his life for her more than once. She has made him feel special in many ways. As a result, they loved each other once. Even though that phase of their lives is over, they will always be the very best of friends no matter what. It was David who made that request first on their graduation day so long ago. I hope you will not impede that friendship through lack of trust." Mike's eyes bulged. "Wow! I guess I should talk to Dave about this." Grimwilkin smiled warmly. "Remember, Karen has always been like a twin sister to him. But, I would also ask you not to disrupt the balance between him and Angela either." Turning toward the door, he continued, "I must return to the troops. They are almost out of the forest and will need my assistance soon. I shall bear news to David and Garth of Karen. Guard her well, Mr. Montoya." With that, he disappeared from view, leaving Mike wondering about what would happen next both within and outside of the citadel. Chapter 9 [Plains of Joltenheim] After the skirmish with the trolls, the party continued to trudge through the forest unimpeded. Occasionally, a stray sound would alert the travelers' senses, making them antsy. Yet, the scouting patrols found no sign of the trolls other than their long worn trails and the cold remains of their campfires. Whatever the cause, the enemy had retreated quickly from their former quarry. No doubt due to Lousain's designs. About a fortnight after the battle, the group began to see sunlight poking through the trees, which picked up their spirits. Increasing their pace, they emerged from the leafy canapé in a few more hours out onto a wide and flat place. In front of them lay level ground where the tall grasses bent back and forth in the stiflingly hot wind. For miles, nothing could be seen save for the grass. "The Plains of Joltenheim," Dave recalled, nodding. "Your memory serves you well, David," Harokin complemented. "It seems as flat as I remember," Garth commented frankly. "How long of a ride do we have until we hit the mountains on the other side?" "About four days at our current pace," the commander informed him, pointing to the dark smudge hovering over the horizon in the distance. "That is where we're heading, my friends." "That is correct," Grimwilkin agreed, riding up behind them. "Greetings!" "Grimwilkin! We had given you up for lost," Harokin reported. The wizard nodded. "I see everything has worked out all right since you defeated the trolls. I bring news from Nurrengaard. Ms. Montoya has not changed. The Empress sends her greetings and best wishes. Also, I have sped ahead to converse with the Lord and Lady of the Plateau. Eadmer and Elsin send their best and will meet us at the base of the mountains in five days time. Once again, Gentlemen, I shouldn't have to remind you of the gravity surrounding this situation." Seeing them shake their heads, he concluded, "Very good." "Then, there's no time like the present to get started," Dave indicated, climbing back up onto Streaker's back. The wizard waited for the others to do the same before raising his staff. The commander blew a note on his horn, starting the next leg of the journey toward the mountains. **** The sun and moon cycled through the sky four times. Still, everything remained ominously still across the giant prairie. The wind blew with greater ferocity on that last day, carrying intense heat and a pungent acridity. More alarming to the party, the cloud was spreading out of the Dark Lands, enveloping the plains in a relentless march of its own. As the group settled into camp on the fourth day, the sky darkened considerably. "Fortunately, we have arrived," Ferali pointed out. "Now, we can wait for the Lord of the Plateau." "Indeed," Grimwilkin concurred, squinting into the gloom. "Let us hope they arrive in time. We are close to the Enemy's stronghold now, and an attack could come at any time." "Begging your pardon, Grimwilkin, but I would like to prepare some other weapons for our adversaries," Dave pointed out. Harokin shot him a quizzical look. "You have the special arrows of the Empress. What else would you need?" Grimwilkin considered his friend's words as well for a moment. Then, he smiled. "Ah, you wish to mix up your explosive mixture, do you? I believe we can spare a soup pot." "What else would you require?" the commander inquired. "I will have the men provide it." Reaching into his saddlebag, the librarian produced two giant sheets of snowy-white material and a slender box. "Do you have any kerosene or flammable oil? I'm going to melt these pieces down and when the liquid cools, mix it with the oil. You'll see what I do with it next." Garth wondered, "Can you make your arrowheads with that stuff?" "We'll find out. If I can't, then we'll see what we can do with it. C'mon," Dave indicated, leading him toward the side of the camp. "Is this wise?" Harokin pushed. Grimwilkin shrugged. "As David said, he'll find some use for the solution he's making. Through the watch crystals, the Empress and I have seen him do this on several occasions. Trust in his judgment, my friend. Meanwhile, we need to prepare as well, do we not?" "Indeed we do," the commander concurred, following the wizard across the gray landscape toward his tent. Chapter 10 They awoke before first light, but it would have made little difference. By this point, the sky was totally black. Only the bright fires burning throughout the camp allowed the warriors to see each other. "So, it begins," Dave muttered, staring up at the sky. The darkness surrounding them reverberated through him, triggering off another sudden spasming within him. "Sooner or later, I'm going to have to figure out what's causing that stuff." By the firelight, he inspected his weapons once again. Everything was ready for the coming offensive. In the distance, a trumpet sounded, heralding the approach of the Lords of the Plateau. In response, Harokin's horn blew its solitary note, revealing our location. The librarian packaged his gear up with care so that it would be ready for battle. Then, he left his tent, heading for the commander's shelter. On his way there, he noticed fireworks exploding in the air. "Grimwilkin's handiwork," he remarked. **** An hour later, the first riders approached the camp. Dave recognized the woman in their midst immediately. "Lady Elsin! Greetings!" "And my greetings to you, David Dubois and to your friend, Garth Singleton," she replied with a nod. "Grimwilkin advised us that you'd be fighting at our side once again. We are glad for that. So where will this council be? My husband is not far behind me, and our men spoil for a good fight." "As do mine, M'lady," Harokin noted soberly. "Come, we go to my tent." The group followed him quickly into the central shelter. When Eadmer had joined them, the commander and Grimwilkin revealed their plan, compared strategies, and came to agreement on how to proceed. "Time grows short and we must fly," the wizard reminded us. Without waiting any further, Harokin blew several short notes on his horn, telling the warriors to mount their steeds. Due to the conditions, they did so at half of their normal pace, however within two hours, the group was ready, and marching away toward the mountains. The climb over the passes was slow and treacherous due to the harsh conditions. More than one man slipped and fell to his death on the way. Finally, after a long week in these conditions, they descended into the Dark Lands. From the taperlight, they could see that it was the perfect place for an ambush. "We're here," Grimwilkin noted. "With our armies relatively intact," Harokin added. "And no enemies to be seen," Eadmer chimed in. Dave glanced around at the landscape. Somehow, even if he couldn't see them, he could feel that the trolls were close by. "With all due respect, can you get them down here?" "Let me guess," Garth supposed. "You have a bad feeling, right?" "Yeah, in my gut," the librarian snarled, grabbing an arrow by feel, and stringing his bow. A glare at the sky revealed a solitary raven...Lousain's choice spy. "Damn!" he hissed, firing one of the Empress's arrows. The bird, impaled by the missile, fell to the ground. "He's knows we're here," Grimwilkin told the others. From the distance, they heard a noise, low at first but growing in intensity. "By the gods," Harokin realized. "You have your enemy, King Eadmer," Dave declared. "And they'll be nasty enough!" In the reddish gloom of the surrounding volcanic fires, the group saw a horde of trolls spill forth from the horizon, numbering in the ten of thousands. The fight was on. Chapter 11 Harokin raised his sword and proclaimed, "For the races of man and others!" Turning to the librarian, he asked, "Did you make those weapons?" "I have one ready, Harokin," Dave commented, waiting for the enemy to come into range. Once they had, he lit the wick and fired the explosive at the enemy. The arrow impacted against a puddle of pitch, flaring up in front of the juggernaut. Its frontline fell back screaming, scorched from the flames if they weren't immediately consumed. However, there were more where they came from. "Now, M'lord," Dave indicated. "CHARGE!!!" the commander ordered. In response, the men spilled forth and engaged the demons. Sword clashed on sword followed by the sounds of metal sinking into flesh. The death screams of both sides jumbled themselves together into a weird symphony of death. Turning himself invisible, Garth penetrated the enemy's flank, cutting and slashing away as he went. Grimwilkin fired blast after mystic blast, punching holes in the tide. Dave sent a steady stream of arrows, both the Empress's and his own, into the monsters, stabbing and burning them. Then, looking into the sky, he saw the eruption from the peaks growing stronger and the lightning flaring more wildly. "Grimwilkin! It's getting worse!" "Indeed, David! You and Faroli must go and finish this struggle in the Pit yourselves! We'll occupy our adversaries!" the wizard agreed. The gnome stared at his human brother in arms and requested, "Will you stand by me until the end?" "Until the bloody end," the Earther agreed. With that, the two companions mounted their horses and rode away largely unnoticed in the heat of the battle. As they left, Garth noted, "There they go. I hope they're successful!" "They have to be," Eadmer stated. "They have to be." **** For what seemed like hours, the two scouts rode through the gloom, noting a landmark here and there. Still, they pressed on, knowing that every second was precious in their race against time. "David, where are we going?" Faroli wondered. "The Pit," the human indicated, pointing to the particularly active purple cloud in front of them. "Come on!" Urging Streaker onward, he rode faster and faster across the barren landscape, barely allowing his companion to keep pace. Finally, on the rim of the giant crater, he stopped the steed. "Here it is." Dismounting, he guessed, "The entrance needs to be around here someplace." The gnome discovered it first. "There!" he pointed to his left. "What do you think?" Dave studied the path for a second and took a few steps down it. "This is it all right. Come on!" His companion gulped nervously. While he usually didn't like to show fear, the Gnome-lord wasn't foolhardy either. However, he wasn't about to let the other go down there by himself especially given the armies' fear about his internal darkness. "You owe me big time, David," he reminded himself as he followed in his friend's footsteps. Chapter 12 [A prison cell, deep within the Pit] Angie stared up at the rocky ceiling of the small room in which she was manacled. The area was dark, the floor was wet and it stank with the reek of excrement and urine coming from the other prisoners. Echoing up from below and the sides, the cries of her fellow inmates assaulted her ears. She had no idea of time here. All she knew were the two meager meals she received and the occasional visits from the master troll whose job it was to make sure her chamber pot was cleared and to take her to be tortured. "What did I ever do to deserve this?" she moaned, giving another absent tug to the chains. In response, a tired ache shot up through her hands, making her wince. Bad enough she still felt the scars from her last beating, but they wouldn't release her arms. She also worried about her boyfriend. At her last sight of Dave, he lay wounded on the ground. She hoped against hope that he was all right...that somehow he had been left for dead. "Please, Lord," she prayed. "Even if I don't survive, I hope he does." Somehow, the vision of his face and smile gave her strength to persevere no matter what. At that moment, the door slammed open, allowing the dim torchlight to spill into the area. From outside the door, she heard a familiar cry. "Miranda!" she realized, struggling to stand on her tired legs. Strutting into the area, the head troll snickered, "Good! You're on your feet. Excellent!" With a single claw-like pick, he unlatched her bonds. "The Master wants to see you, the Brat, and your friend. Move it!" With that, he shoved her through the door so hard that she fell face first into a patch of brackish water. "Oh no ya don't!" it denied. "C'mon! Get up!" Pulling by the back of her tattered clothes, the demon yanked her back up to her feet. Pushing Miranda into her arms, he ordered, "Now keep the brat from crying, and go!" Angie shuffled along, doing what she was told. Right now, the little bundle in her arms represented all of her hope and joy. No matter what, they would have to kill her to get to this child. That she promised herself. **** Two levels above this scene, Dave stooped over his latest piece of handiwork. Two guard trolls on patrol had the misfortune of running into him and Ferali. Well, they wouldn't be worrying about it at any point in the future or anything else for that matter. "How many more of these things are there?" the gnome asked, hefting his axe. "How the Hell would I know?" the librarian replied almost flippantly. "Hundreds...probably thousands. All the more to shish-kabob. Let's get to it. Time's getting' short!" The other followed reluctantly. Despite the friendship, which had blossomed between them, he was getting tired of Dave's impulsiveness. "We better get through this quickly." Fortunately, as they weaved their way down into the labyrinth of passages, they discovered that they were eerily deserted. Pressing onward, they found themselves in the main sacrificial chamber. "This is it," he whispered to his companion as they ducked behind a group of rocky outcroppings. "So, where are they?" Dave shrugged. Then, he saw a group of trolls march in from the other direction. "Showtime!" From the far entrance, the demons pushed Angie and Miranda into the room. Behind them, they pulled a glass container with Karen's spirit clearly inside of it. One of the trolls spat, "If you don't shut that brat up, I'll put her on a spit!" "I want Mama!" Miri wailed. Angie tried to quiet her. "Hush please, Miri. It's going to be okay." Struggling to remember the notes, the doctor hummed a tune to the little one, calming her for at least the moment. "Yes," Karen urged telepathically. "Listen to Angie." The monsters pushed their prisoners toward the stone slab in the middle of the room. Around it stood four robed figures and a fifth clad in brilliant colors, holding an ornate dagger. Once they had reached the slab, the beasts ripped Miranda from Angie's arms and growled, "Strap her down! She goes first!" The others pulled her down, securing her with a great deal of effort. She tried to fight but to no avail. The colorful priest inspected her for a second and grinned. "You'll be perfect!" Turning to the throne, he asked. "Won't she, my lord?" In a puff of smoke, a human male or what appeared to be a human male with long black hair and a matching beard materialized on the seat. "Yes, she will be." From her prison, Karen spat, "Lousain! We'll get out of this yet!" "Not this time," he laughed. "Turning back to his head priest, he commanded, "Make it quick." The demon raised his blade over her chest, letting it hang there for a full minute... From the side, Dave yelled, "NO!" Firing the bow, he impaled the priest just to the right of the head officiator. "What is this?" the wizard demanded. "What d'ya think?" Dave growled, feeling the familiar fire burning inside of him again. Lousain glared at the defiant intruder, not wanting to believe that he would have to face him again. Sure enough, it was Dubois. "YOU!!!" Angie craned her head up to see him standing there. "Dave!" "That's right, it's me," he replied to them both. "Bring your worst!" "Oh, I intend to!" the sorcerer promised. Looking at the mass of trolls huddled to his right, he yelled, "Get them!" However, Dave had an explosive on its way before they could move. Before they could take three steps, the troop was engulfed in flames, searing their gray flesh and dispatching them all in a matter of seconds. From the left, 20 others charged the duo. "Ready?" Dave asked Ferali. "Do I have a choice?" the gnome asked back, readying his axe. "Nope!" the librarian commented, sword in hand. Swinging his blade, he cut a bloody swath through the competition. Slowly, he made his way toward the dais. However, he felt the pounding increasing in his head with each step. "I'm comin' for ya, Lousain!" he spat, decapitating a troll. Eventually, he stood before his enemy. "Now, hand 'em over!" "I don't think so!" the wizard retorted, motioning with his hand. "What?" Dave inquired just as he felt a cold pain jab into his shoulder, missing his heart by inches. "Dave! No!" Angie moaned, not wanting to see her boyfriend die in front of her. Slowly, he felt the strength being sucked away from him. He dropped to his knees and then fell to the floor, writhing in pain. "David!" Ferali exclaimed. "Raaghh!" With that, the little warrior went on a rampage of his own, polishing off those trolls surrounding him brutally and efficiently. Lousain admired these efforts. Really he did. However, in the end, they would be for naught. Firing a burst, he knocked the pint-sized intruder off of his feet, stunning him. "Such a shame," he coughed. "I thought that Grimwilkin would send better fighters than these two." Still, he recalled Dubois's fortitude from before. "I'd best finish him." **** As the wizard was blasting his brother in arms, Dave floated in murky throes of unconsciousness. He hurt too much to move...too do anything really, but if he didn't, they would all be dead shortly. "Can't..." he muttered. ["Let me do it," a voice told him. From out of the inkiness, a shadow figure emerged with bright red eyes and an orange corona surrounding it.] "Who?" ["Your inner sgnome," the Other stated. "Rest now. Ah'll handle this."] Feeling too weak to do anything else, the librarian collapsed, allowing it free reign. **** Back in the chamber, Karen sensed that something was going on inside of Dave. Even after they split up, the two continued to share a mental link of sorts. Now, it was telling her that he was transforming into something dark, wicked, and downright frightening. "Lord, help us!" she beseeched silently. Now, she knew what had happened that night in Cambridge when he had faced Dr. Samuelsohn's killers. Lousain began to channel energy into his hands, intending to fry his foe on the spot. At that moment, Dave looked up...but it wasn't really him. His right eye was closed. His mouth was locked in a lopsided grin as drool ran down its sides. In spite of the situation, he was chuckling maniacally. Rising to his feet, he said low, "Ya blew it. Now face me!" The wizard silently fired a blast. "Go away!" The burst impacted against the Other but, instead of frying him, it seeped into the stab wound, strengthening him. "Surp'ise!" the Other chuckled. "Ah guess ya'll are pissed now. Ain't ya? Well, too damn bad!" The left eye glowed a shade of bright yellow. From that point, a burst of psychic energy flew outward, slamming the wizard backward. "Ah think that's yours." The ebon-haired magician gritted his teeth angrily. He hated loose ends especially volatile ones. Firing blast after blast, he tried to take down the intruder. But, as each burst soaked into the Other, he realized his mistake. For his part, the Other fired one big mega burst, knocking the wizard right on top of Angie...and into the dagger's flight. In the space of an instant, the blade had imbedded itself in his heart. "No!" he denied, staggering into the middle of the room. For several minutes, he staggered about, glaring at those around him. Finally, he promised, "Dubois, this isn't finished! I'll...be...back." "Ya'll come back now, ya hear?" the victor taunted as the sorcerer breathed his last. At that moment, the ground shook furiously; jarring the survivors, and making them think that the ceiling was going to collapse on their heads. Fortunately, the disturbance stopped almost as soon as it had started. "Uhh, David?" Ferali inquired woozily. Pulling himself to his feet, he saw the carnage around him as well as the wizard's dead body. "The bracelet!" he realized. Swinging his axe, he amputated the forearm of the wizard wearing the item in question. "That was mine!" the Other spat angrily. "Now, David...." "No! Not David! Ah'm his dark side!" the Other continued, seething in rage. "Go! Trash the damn thing!" The gnome nodded nervously, carrying the severed limb over to the burning brazier. Dropping the appendage into it, he scurried back to the Other's side just as the flame flared up, consuming the evil talisman. After that was done, he considered his companion's mental state. This was what the others had feared. The darkness had manifested itself. "Hopefully, the Empress will be able to help him." However, with the bracelet destroyed, the source of the Other's stamina vanished with it. Accordingly, the wound caused him to waver and he collapsed. Ferali rushed over to the dais and freed Angie before releasing Miri from her confinement. "Are you both all right?" "I...guess," she indicated. Seeing her love lying on the cold stones in front of her, she made her way over to his side. "Dave! What happened?" Replying for his unconscious friend, the gnome replied, "I have no idea, Angela. Let's hope Grimwilkin gets here soon." She nodded in agreement, staring up at the ceiling. To get out of this situation, they would need help from an outside source. That was for sure. Chapter 13 [Main Battlefield] Even as Dave and Ferali attended to business in the Pit, Grimwilkin and the others continued their engagement with the enemy. In the time since the duo had ridden off to their target, the tide of battle had risen and fallen several times. At first, the trolls held the advantage, but then, the allies reestablished themselves. However, against superior numbers, the latter began to falter a bit. "C'mon, Dave!" Garth hoped. "Get on with it!" "Have faith in your friend," the wizard advised grimly as he blasted two other demons to a crisp. Looking about him, the Earther saw the dead bodies of several of their comrades scattered about the field. From past experience, he knew better than to doubt his classmate, but this was getting mighty grim. Then, the ground shook, jarring both sides, and a scream shrieked, "NOOOO!!" At that moment, the trolls began dropping like flies. As they hit the ground, they turned to stone statues. Harokin limped over to the wizard's side, inquiring, "What happened?" The old man studied the sky intently, noticing that the ebony clouds were thinning out. Within minutes, the sun actually managed to peek through, gradually illuminating more and more of the landscape around them. "It seems that Mr. Dubois and Ferali accomplished their mission after all. Lousain has been banished anew." "So it's over?" Eadmer wondered. Grimwilkin requested, "Mr. Singleton, come with me if you would." Waving his hands, he made the remains of the enemy army vanish along with Garth and himself, leaving the two commanders to survey the scene. **** Back in the sacrificial chamber, Angie worked to calm Miri even as she examined Dave. Beside her, Ferali kept a watchful eye for new insurgents. Despite the fact that their adversaries had been dispatched, one always needed to be careful. Having just witnessed the display in front of her, the doctor wasn't too sure about her boyfriend. He had always seemed so kind and cool headed. However, the wild man in front of her presented a differing perspective, which troubled her. Still, that was a matter for later. Right now, she needed to get him stabilized. Ripping off the remains of her left sleeve, she bound the wounded shoulder gently. In response, he writhed a bit, moaning softly. The small warrior beside her gazed down on Dave as well. "How is he?" "I think the wound's been stabilized," she stated. "Still, I won't know for sure until we get to Nurrengaard. As for the mental fit he just had, I was hoping you could tell me more." The gnome shrugged. "Granted, during the last campaign, he was moody as well. That, however, was the first time I saw him go ballistic like that." Karen's spirit shook her head sadly. In spite of all of the work that she and her family had done, her friend's damage had continued to worsen. "Someday, I hope you find peace, Dave," she mused to hersgnome. At that moment, Grimwilkin and Garth appeared in their midst. "Ah, Miss Blackwell, I presume?" the wizard supposed. Seeing her nod, he continued, "I'm Grimwilkin, a friend of your companions." Angie stared in confusion at Garth, wondering what was going to happen next. For his part, he told her, "Trust him. He knows what he's talking about." She sighed, doubting that everything would be normal again after this experience. The wizard stooped over the fallen man's body and undid the bandage. The wound hadn't spread yet it looked dark and angry. Upon seeing the malady, he stood up and drooped his shoulders. "What is it?" Karen wondered from within her glass prison. "This is the worst thing that could have happened to him," the old man informed them. "It's a stab wound. Can't the Empress's potion cure him?" Garth supposed. The wizard glared at the young man. "Even she cannot do the impossible, Mr. Singleton." Angie's eyes began to water. After all of this tribulation, she could not...no, would not...lose him. Maybe, they needed to talk about such things. Leaning over him, she placed her hands on his side, feeling his breathing grow shallower. "No!" she demanded. "Come back to us! Come back to me! Wake up! WAKE UP!!!!" As she said that, she began to cry. Her tears fell on the wound, sparking a reaction. The dark infected matter cleared up. While the area was still inflamed, the threat of infection had been temporarily held in check. "An...Angie?" he whispered weakly. She embraced him tightly, nearly suffocating him in the process. While she didn't understand how she did it, he was back. "Amazing..." Ferali gasped. "How?" "The ultimate power in the Universe, my friend," the wizard declared. "Love can push back fear and hatred. In this case, it may have bought us enough time to get him back to Nurrengaard. Now go with Mr. Singleton and take Ms. Montoya outside if you would." The two soldiers complied with his request. Once they had started up the passage with Karen, he turned back to the others. "It's good to have you back, Mr. Dubois." "It's good to be back," Dave remarked. "I wish I felt better though. What happened? I don't remember anything much after arriving here...." Angie and Ferali stared dumbfoundedly at each other. "What happened to Lousain?" Dave pushed. "You mean you don't remember?" Grimwilkin probed, beginning to understand what was happening. "No, I'm afraid not. My head's pounding like there's no tomorrow," the librarian complained, wincing and rubbing his head. The back of it still felt numb. "We'd best get him back," the sorcerer informed her. Raising his staff, he enveloped himself and his three companions in a flash of brilliant light, sweeping them away from the area, and leaving nothing in their wake. Chapter 14 One day later, the two armies crossed the mountains back onto the Plains of Joltenheim. Unlike before the battle, the sky was now robin's egg blue with puffy clouds and a gentle cool breeze swaying the grasses. Eadmer and Elsin rode up to the front of their comrades' lines. "We must part here," he indicated. "Sadly, we cannot spare the time to visit with the Lady of the Light. Give her our regards." "I will," Grimwilkin agreed, clasping his ally's hand warmly. "And may you all heal completely," Elsin added. "Thank you, M'lady," Dave expressed. "I wish you well in everything, my friend," she told him, patting him on the shoulder. Turning to Angie, she requested, "Watch after him. He has many troubles, but will be well worth them all." "I know that," the doctor agreed, her cheeks flushing a bit. "I hope it all works out." Elsin smiled warmly. "It will, my Dear. Trust in the Light and all which serves her. You two were brought together for a purpose. I can see that. Trust in him and yoursgnome." With that, she turned and rejoined her husband. "Farewell!" they chorused, riding away to the West, and leading their troops in that direction. "They're the best allies," Dave admired. "Indeed," Harokin concurred. "I wish they could stay with us for awhile. Pity." "Yes," Grimwilkin agreed. "But we need to return to Nurrengaard. Come." With that, the commander blew his horn, signaling the troops to begin their long march home. Chapter 15 [Citadel of the Four Winds, Nurrengaard] Two weeks later, the group had retraced its earlier steps, completing the roundtrip with their arrival before the city. Karen smiled to hersgnome as she recalled the Empress's kindness on their last trip. Miri and Angie were awed by the complex. "Is that where we're going? There must be a powerful ruler in there!" she exclaimed. Grimwilkin laughed, "Indeed, Miss Blackwell. The Empress is powerful yet compassionate. You will get to meet her and Molori for yourself." "She's the greatest," Dave added. The guards stood at attention, opening the gates at our approach with chants of "Hail to the Victors!" As we entered the area, Angie became more awestruck with each step as she encountered the sights. "I...it's so beautiful!" "Thank you," a pleasant voice replied graciously. The group turned to see the lord of the Citadel descending the staircase. He grinned from ear to ear. "The Empress knew almost immediately. Come! She awaits you in the Great Hall." Following him up the stairs, the fellowship entered the area in question. There, they found the lady in question, now fully restored to her peak. "Welcome back, my friends. And to you, Angela and Miranda, my most heartfelt greetings." "Unca!" Miri blurted out. "Pwetty!" Dave squirmed. "Pardon her. She meant no offense." The Empress waved it off. "And I took none from that remark. Well, little Miranda, hello! You have had quite an adventure! I hope that you like it here now." The little one smiled enthusiastically. "Look after her, David. Your brother's daughter will always have a link to this world and to mine just as you, Karen, and Angela do. Now, we must finish our final tasks. Karen, your husband is waiting." Dave hefted the glass jar with great effort. While the shoulder had healed for the most part during their progress, it still throbbed quite a bit. "Ready, 'Miss'?" he joked. "Yes. This has been fun, but I want to be back in my own body," she informed him. With that, he carried her receptacle through the doors and into the side chamber with a great deal of effort. Looking down at the bed, he saw Karen's glimmering form, but Mike wasn't there, leaving him to wonder where he was. "Do not worry, David," Grimwilkin assured him. "Michael needed a break. Here he comes now." The man in question ran into the hotel, exclaiming, "Guys, you're back!" He rubbed Angie's shoulder, adding, "Good to see you safe." "Thanks," she replied pleasantly. Despite the previous history, she knew that he was being sincere in that regard. Mike discovered the glass jar. "Is that?" "Yes, but it is for David and Angela to perform the cure." "Okay," Mike agreed. Peering through the glass, he saw his wife's spiritual form. "Honey, are you in there?" "Yes!" she sang. "I'm here. Let the Gruesome Twosome do their work, okay? Then, we'll be able to talk." "Sure," he concurred. "Ready, guys?" Angie looked at Dave expectantly. He smiled warmly. "On my count....1...2...3!" In concert, they unscrewed the lid, releasing the spirit from her prison. The glowing wisp rushed for her body, permeating it within a second's time. For several minutes, she lay silent before her eyes slowly fluttered open. Dave hugged Angie's shoulders with one arm while cradling Miri in the other as he admired the miraculous sight. For his part, Mike's eyes watered and he sighed, "Honey, I..." Her eyes teared up as well. "I know," she whispered as they embraced and kissed each other. For several minutes, they continued this display. Then, she turned to her old friend. "Dave, thank you again for everything. I know it wasn't easy, and I hope you're okay." "The shoulder burns a bit," the librarian noted. "Other than that, hey, we're friends, right? You will always mean a great deal to me no matter what. I hope that Mike won't view me as such a threat now." Her husband flushed embarrassedly. "Dave, after what I've seen over the last few days, I finally understand. I hope you and Angie are happy as well. Friends always?" "Count on it," Dave agreed, a grin spreading across his face. "That goes for me too," Angie concurred. "And for me as well," Karen affirmed, flashing her brilliant smile. "Garth, thank you as well." "Hey, I couldn't let Dave charge in by himself, could I?" their classmate joked. "Besides, as he said, friends do that for friends." "Right," Karen agreed. Noticing the gnome in the corner watching the scene. "Sorry, I don't know your name, but I want to thank you as well." "His name is Ferali," Dave commented. "He's the best companion one could want. He put up with my moods." "And he followed Dave into the Pit," Garth added. "It was my duty and my pleasure," the warrior accepted. "I'm glad that you are all safe, and the threat is averted." "To put up with his moods and follow him into the Pit?" Mike jibed. "Wow. Dave, you owe him big time." "Stick it," the librarian growled good-naturedly. "Seriously, if you ever need assistance, Ferali, my bow is always ready." "I'll remember that," his companion-in-arms declared. "And the same goes for my axe, my friend. I hope, however, that we will meet again in happier times." The two friends clasped hands and embraced. Then, after wishing everyone safe travels, the gnome departed from the room. "He's something else," Angie admired. "Nice to see he hasn't changed," Karen complemented. "Dave, you've got a heckuva friend there." "To have good friends, you have to be a good friend, right?" he noted. Feeling his shoulder throb a bit, he added, "Speaking of being a good friend, you need to get your rest." "Besides, the Empress would like to talk with you, David, if you get my meaning," Grimwilkin chimed in. "Okay," Angie stated. "I need to get some rest too, but I would be happy to go with you, Dave." Seeing the wizard's grim expression, he shook his head. "No...I think this is something I need to hear first." "O..okay," she sighed sadly, fearing that he was shutting her out. Recognizing the familiar signs, he raised her chin so that he was looking into her teary eyes. "Hey, I said 'hear first'. You'll know right after that." "You promise?" "You bet," he replied reassuringly. "Hey, if I can't trust you, who can I trust?" He hugged her tightly and kissed her. "I love you, Princess. Remember that." "I'm going to hold you to that, Buster!" she directed. "And I wouldn't have it any other way," he cracked as he turned to leave the room. "See you in a bit." Watching him leave the area, the doctor could still see that he was in pain. Of course, he would never admit it in front of her or Karen, but Dave was still struggling with his internal scars and now, there was whatever that darn thing did to him in the sacrificial chamber. "We'll get through this, Dave. Together, we'll overcome it," she vowed, staring into the now empty doorway. "You're no longer alone...and neither am I." Chapter 16 [Somewhere in the Mists] Dave and Grimwilkin stepped out of the mists into the dreamscape, which was the Faerie Empress's home realm. It was a land of bright sunny skies, clear water, fertile ground, and thick forests. In short: an unblemished paradise. "Wow," the librarian admired. "Thank you," the Empress accepted, approaching them. "I appreciate your coming here. Please, feel free to sit on the grass and let me look at your shoulder. Dave did as she asked. Baring the wound, he grimaced, as the throbbing suddenly grew worse for some reason. "What in?" The wizard guessed, "The evil is reacting to this place, I imagine." "And to me," she confirmed. "C...Can't you remove it?" he requested. She touched the wounded spot with her forefinger, chanting a long-lost incantation. As her energies flowed into him, the injury seemed to improve as it had weeks earlier. Perhaps, there might be a chance after all.... Then, he spasmed, "Arrggh! Stop it!" Grimwilkin grasped his shoulder. "Calm yourself!" "St...o...p....I...can't..." he whispered. Then, he snarled, "Ah say no! Quit it!" "Did you feel that?" she asked, her face betraying her concern. "A ripple of solid hatred. It seems that the darkness has taken root within you, David," the older man recounted. "Your pain and resentment has apparently given this parasite a place to roost and from which to spread." "It has taken on a persona of its own," Dave added. "The last thing I remember after Lousain blasted me was this dark thing telling me it could take care of things." "The darkness has tapped into you and created a negative reflection of yourself. I knew that you had latent abilities untapped from before. That is why you can't remember what happened in Cambridge. Your inner child has discovered how to use that power and has taken the role of the enforcer for you both." "Wonderful," he sighed. "And you can't do anything?" "No, I'm sorry," she apologized. "At some point, after your trials have been overcome, you two will need to work out your own separate peace." "Great," he muttered. "I couldn't trust myself around Karen, and now, with Angie." Grimwilkin shook his head. "Angela is the key, David. Alone, you have no chance against your demons. With her at your side, you'll succeed. It really is that simple. The love between you both is the key." "And will you be there watching us?" Dave wondered. "I have always watched you, David," she assured him. "And I will be there as long as you need me. As you have proven to be a good friend to me, so I am to you. Despite this situation, your inner light burns strongly. Hold onto it and trust in what I've said to you. Now, you must return to Nurrengaard. Go with my blessing. Grimwilkin will show you the way." "My thanks, Lady," he accepted, bowing before her. She smiled warmly before vanishing into thin air. "Now come, David. Your friends await you," the wizard reminded him. With one last look at the dreamscape, the younger man accompanied his friend through the mists, stepping back toward reality and the demons awaiting him there. Chapter 17 [Citadel of the Four Winds, Nurrengaard] Angie wandered through the Central Garden alone with her thoughts. Around her, bright blossoms bloomed, the birds sang, and a gentle breeze rustled through the plants' leaves. Still, she felt alone. Miri and Karen were relaxing upstairs, and everyone was all right in spite of everything. Well, almost everyone. Despite his reassurances, she knew something was very wrong. His actions in the Pit spoke to that effect. "If he trusts me, why couldn't I go with him and Grimwilkin?" she sighed sadly. "Because he wants to see what it is first," Karen suggested. Angie turned to see Karen slowly make her way toward her. The latter looked much better than she had hours earlier. Apparently, the nap had done her some good. "Feeling better?" "Much better, thanks," her friend told her. "I've been through worse, trust me." "I'm sure," the doctor sighed. "You and Dave had some adventures together from what it sounds like." Karen smiled whimsically. "We sure did. Sometimes, I thought we wouldn't make it, but here we are." Furrowing her brow, she probed, "Angie, what's really wrong?" "Oh, I don't know. I wish I knew how he was doing. I...I care so much, and there are times when he shuts me out." Karen shook her head, recalling similar feelings. "Don't take it personally, Angie. Dave does that sometimes. These last few weeks scared him a lot. He may not say or act it, but it has." "So, why doesn't he share that fear with me?" "Angie, he doesn't even dare to face it himself!" her friend exclaimed exasperatedly. "Look, he wouldn't open up to me on some things either, and I let that drive us apart!" "But if we don't share, how can we have anything meaningful?" Angie inquired. The nurse rolled her eyes. "Didn't we see the same thing? You saw him explode, didn't you? That's what he's hiding, Angie! That is the inner child that was beaten and hounded by his parents. Remember, when I told you to be patient, Angie?" She nodded. "I remember." Bowing her head, she realized, "And that's why?" Karen continued, "Yes. I must admit to being just as unnerved as you, but if you don't stand by him, then who will? Angie, the longer he's alone, the worse it's going to get for him. And what about you? You once said that you were tired of being alone.' "I am," she whispered. "I have...had so much bad luck with guys, Karen, especially after the way...Mike and I broke up. I couldn't bear to deal with that again!" Karen glanced over her friend's shoulder and grinned. "I don't think that's going to happen, Angie, but then, you might ask him yourself." The doctor turned slowly to see Dave standing in the entranceway to the garden. The concern was clearly etched across his face. "So, did the Empress...?" Karen wondered. He shook his head. "She couldn't. And you?" "I'm getting better. By tomorrow, I should be ready to return." "Great," he replied happily. "Umm, sorry, but..." "Ah, yes. I think I'd best see what Mike's doing. Have a good talk with her, Dave. Remember, she loves you," Karen concluded, walking from the area. After she left, he approached his girlfriend and inquired, "Are you feeling better, Angie?" "That's my line actually," she deadpanned, trying to mask her doubts. "So, neither Grimwilkin or the Empress could do anything?" "No. Angie, from what everyone is saying, what you saw has always been inside of me. He's me and I'm him." She stared at him skeptically. "Who's this 'him'?" "He's the hurt and abused little boy inside of me," he theorized. "I bumped into him in my mind when we were in the chamber. As for what he did to Lousain, I can't remember. Just like always, I never can recall what happens." His eyes watered and he confessed, "You know, I don't remember half of my life, Angie? Do you know what it's like? To not know what you did yet everyone else does. To be too scared to get involved with someone because you might hurt them or worse?" "Well then, let me in! Darn it, Dave! Let me in!" she insisted, seizing his arm. "Why should I hurt you anymore than you have been already because of this?" he protested, wrenching himself out of her grasp. "Because you would hurt me more by turning your back on me is why!" she countered angrily, the tears now spilling out of her eyes. "I...it's been a long...time since I...I...have allowed myself to love anyone." She shuddered before a burst of strength flowed through her, allowing her to continue, "You're the best thing that has happened to me, Dave! I won't allow you to march right back out of my life! Not now and not ever!" To cap it all off, she grabbed his head and kissed him passionately. "Wow..." he whispered woozily, dazed from this outburst. "I didn't know you had that in you." "Let's just say we've both got some surprises, Big Boy," she slurred good-naturedly. "Just allow me to make the choice to show mine to you at the proper time, okay?" He examined her head to foot in a new light. While he had always sensed an incredible inner strength beneath her pleasantness, he definitely respected what he saw in front of him at that point. "You got it." "Hey, you fought for me. Let me do the same for you, okay? Trust me, if you'll let me, I'll be here for the long haul," she persisted. He nodded and kissed her again. "I hope you like that," he laughed. "Like it? I love it," she grinned. "Now, let's go join the others. They'll want to know how we're doing." He cracked, "Lead on Gunga Din." She shook her head and gave him a gentle slap on the neck. All was well with the world at least for that day. They had survived and would soon be heading home.... Chapter 16 The next day, the group stood together in the courtyard, prepared to depart. During the previous day and a half, they had been treated to great music and wonderful companionship. Now that they were rested, it was time to depart. "Well, I hope this isn't going to be as abrupt as the last time," Dave snickered while smirking at Karen. "Dave, please..." she blushed. "No, not this time," Grimwilkin assured them, dismissing the notion. "If you're ready, we shall depart." "Before you do, I wish to thank them," Molori requested. "Once again, we are in your debt." "You helped us. I think that makes it even," Garth told him. "Right," Dave concurred. "But, let's stay friends." "Absolutely," the area leader agreed, clasping their hands. "And to you, Ladies, a safe trip as well." "Thank you," Angie replied pleasantly. Turning to the wizard, the librarian indicated, "We're ready." The elderly man nodded and raised his staff, enveloping the group in a bright light, and sweeping them away from that place. **** When the light dimmed, they were back in Scituate. Glancing about, the group noted that they were in a park, standing on the dewy grass and staring up at the night sky. "Himmel Park," Dave noted. "Less than a mile from home. But, Grimwilkin, why here?" "I don't think he wishes to be seen," Angie surmised. "Indeed," Grimwilkin agreed. "Well, once again, it is time for us to go our separate ways. Mr. Dubois and Mr. Singleton, it's good to see you both again. Take care, Ladies and the same to you, Mr. Montoya." "Thank you for your help!" the group chorused at once. "No, thank you," the wizard concluded as the light enveloped him. "Until we meet again." Then, he was gone. "Wow, he sure can make an exit!" Mike admired. "Well, shall we?" "Uh, yeah. I guess we've kept everyone waiting long enough. C'mon, Snuggles," Angie urged playfully, putting her arm around her boyfriend's waist. He smiled, picked Miri up, put her on his shoulders, and followed her lead down the street. **** About twenty minutes later, they stood in front of the Alvarezs' home. Much to their surprise, Grimwilkin had performed one last spell, repairing all of the damage from the trolls' attack. "He's something else," Karen admired. "Well, Daddy's going to be thrilled by this." "I'll say," Dave agreed with relief, recalling their conversation in the hospital room. "Well, gang, shall we?" Producing the key, he unlocked the door, allowing them all inside. The house was completely dark. Nobody was home. "Where is everyone?" Angie wondered. "Maybe they just stepped out," Mike supposed. "Hey, what's that?" Dave glanced through the window to see a familiar pair of headlights pulling into the driveway. "Karen, it's your Dad. He's home!" Karen smiled brilliantly and rushed outside to her father who was getting out of his car. "Daddy!" "What? Princess, is that you?" the surprised man inquired with surprise mixed with relief. "Thank God!" They hugged for quite a while. A few minutes later, he called, "David, are you in there?" "Yes, Sir! Along with the rest of the group!" the librarian announced while making his way down the front walk. "How's everyone?" "Better, now that's your home." Seeing the little girl with Dave, he guessed, "Miranda, right? Want to see your Daddy, Little One?" She nodded uncertainly. "He's right here!" Karen assured her. Looking into the back seat of the car, she called, "Randy, want to see Miri?" The nervous father glanced at her, shocked that she would say it. However, a moment later, he saw his brother approaching with his little girl. Relief flooded through every inch of him. Grasping her tightly, he told them, "Thank you." "When we get in there, you all have a story to tell us," Caroline, Karen's sister, declared. "Let me fire up the grill and we can get some barbeque going while you spin that yarn," their father suggested, heading into the house. Knowing how good his grillwork was, the hungry adventurers quickly followed him. **** "Wow!" Caroline laughed as she finished the last of her portion of brisket. "You certainly know how to have some adventures!" "We do," Angie replied, hugging Dave. "I got to see him in action." "You were doing your best tough guy impersonation, were you?" Randy joked. The doctor and the librarian looked at each other knowingly. He had no idea how on target his words were. Still, it was best to say nothing at least for now. "You could say that," she replied cryptically. "Well, I guess. Okay, Miri, your mother's waiting nervously for you. Guys, let's get together soon, but try not to invite those 'friends' of yours back," Randy concluded, exchanging farewell handshakes with everyone. Then, he led his daughter to the truck waiting out front. After climbing in and honking the horn twice, they departed for the Interstate. For another hour, the group continued to talk and laugh. Then, Garth stood up. "I think I had better follow Randy's lead. Everyone, it's been interesting. Dave, the adventure was a blast. Let's do something again really soon. Look me up when you're in Western Mass." "We will!" Angie replied enthusiastically. "Great! Keep Dave's spirits up," he advised Angie, kissing her on the cheek. Then, he shook his friend's hand. "Remember, Bud, if you need anything, you just holler, got it?" "Yeah, I got it," Dave told him, grinning from ear to ear. "Be safe, okay?" He shrugged as if to say 'Who Me?' as he climbed into his Baretta. Gunning the engine, he pulled out of the driveway and sped away into the night. After he had disappeared from sight, Karen stated, "It's nice to see you two as a team again, Dave." "Yeah, after hearing all of those stories, it's nice to know that at least one of them is true," Mike gibed. "Seriously, though, where did the bow come from?" Dave shrugged and answered, "The bow's my hunting weapon of choice. As for the other stuff, it helps to have a hell of a chemistry set." Mike nodded, not sure what to make of his friend's response. Still, the day had been too long already for his taste. "Well," he yawned. "I think we're ready for some shut eye. Good night." "Why don't you go on ahead?" Karen suggested. "I'll be there in a few minutes." He rolled his eyes, disappointed that she wasn't going to follow his lead. "Okay," he relented, stalking back into the house. "Sorry, guys," Karen sighed. "He doesn't appreciate the finer things." Staring up into the night sky, she saw a shooting star streaking across the inky darkness. "Penny for your thoughts," Angie probed. "I was just thinking of how many close calls Dave and I had over the years, Angie," the nurse explained. "This is your first one-your baptism by fire." "Yeah, I almost didn't make it not to mention I was such a wimp in that prison," she muttered dejectedly. "You survived, didn't you?" Dave assured her. "That takes a lot of strength and character. Besides, I can think of one reason I'm glad you didn't run away screaming from me." "And what's that?" she giggled. "This," he told her, kissing her passionately. "I love you, you know." "I know." Her face was positively radiant. "But, we're still going to have to figure out what to do with your darkness." "And we'll do that together," he added, hugging her again. "Amen," Karen agreed, rubbing his back. "So, do you think Lousain's gone for good this time?" "Who knows?" he replied. "But if he comes back, we'll be waiting." With that, he led them back into the house and softly closed the door behind them. It had been a long adventure, and now was the time to rest. THE END (for now) Okay, I hope you liked your peek into the early adventures of the Duboises. (If you liked this one, I might be tempted to input the others. ) Having now read this one, you're set for my next piece (which is still unnamed at this point). Brace yourselves! It's going to be a bumpy ride! If you liked this story, please feel free to read the other Dubois stories at the "Story Emporium" site (http://dante6.fanspace.com/dubois/emporium.html or http://Dante_6.tripod.com/stories/emporium.html.) Thanks again!