The Bergie Visit - Part 1

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An ongoing story about a creature long forgotten, a little girl, a Wizard with a desire for adventure, and something called RIN.

Submitted: September 06, 2016

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The Bergie Visit - Part One

In the land of The Five Shallow Lakes there was a resident Bergie named Celeste.

What is a Bergie? Just think of a cross between a Dragon and a Lynx. Four legs with paws like a cat, two dragon type wings, but no hair.

A Bergie is about nine feet long, counting it's bobbed tail, and six feet tall when it is in its seated position.

The face and body looks much like a cat, but the skin is more like that of a reptile, but not exactly snake-like. Much of the rest, the way it moves in flight, the way it can perch on spirals, reminds me of your standard issue story-book dragon. However, it cannot breath fire, instead it spits up fur-balls and non-digestible materials, like bone, feathers, claws, etc. This is done, not as a means of defense, but it just happens when it happens; the body does what the body needs to do.

 

The Five Shallow Lakes surrounded Mylon's Mountain, Mylon being the most venturous Wizard that ever lived; or so I've been told.

At the top of Mylon's Mountain is The Rubian Castle, complete with surrounding walls and a moat, draw-bridge included. Most of it was built from the surrounding stones from the mountain's rocky faces, the rest from the many trees that were removed when the road was cleared. It is a wondrous feat of engineering.

The Rubians built the castle years ago, but disappeared some years later. Some say that they were ten-thousand strong, others say even more, but no one has a clue as to where they might have gone. One year they were at the castle, the next trading season they were gone, they, their families, and their animals, all gone; with no signs of a battle, or siege, nothing at all.

The castle's moat didn't work out well, at that high an altitude the water stayed frozen much of the year. But when Mylon took position of the castle, and renamed the mountain after himself, he made a few needed renovations. First, he cast a spell on the moat so that the water turns to boiling oil as it entered the moat; it serves as a really good fuel source for the castle's furnaces too; another Mylon improvement.

However, Mylon, like the Rubians, vacated the castle some years later.

As the story goes, Mylon was presented with the proposition of a Big Adventure by a long-time friend; and being Mylon, well, he couldn't say no.

Evidently this adventure involved a Magic Golden Ring, a must have for any self-respecting Wizard.

This adventure also included the opportunity to meet cantankerous Trolls, magical Elves, and a ravenous Dragon who was possessed, or crazed; we are not sure which.

When Mylon left, he took a few apprentices and some staff with him, he never travels alone. They loaded up some supplies and off they went, leaving the rest of his entourage and servants at the castle. He did promise to return in a year or two, if no other adventure presented itself.

It was just after Mylon's departure that Celeste, our resident Bergie, decided that she needed a new abode, having lost her cozy cave to a avalanche. So she set her sights upon the castle's great room, which was at the top of the main castle building and contained the entire top floor.

The top floor was surrounded by a very wide verandah, perfect for landing on, sunning, or just watching sunsets;  Bergies love watching sunsets.

Celeste thought, "I'm sure that no one will mind me occupying this one room, after all, no one is using it and there are lots of other rooms in this castle."

Upon inspection and approval, she made herself at home. Bergies have no use for furniture, so Celeste just pushed everything to one end of the great room. Having done that, she then covered those things with the rugs from the floors and the curtains from the enormous windows.

That pile of furniture, rugs, and curtains, made a great nest-like area to sleep in; but she had to stomp and prod the heaping mass into the appropriate shape; God only knows what happened to the beautiful hand carved furniture underneath.

To the remaining residents, that were living in the lower floors of the castle, the Bergies arrival presented some challenges that they were not well prepared for.

For one thing, Bergies snore quite heavily, which, in turn, might have kept everyone in the rest of the castle awake. Luckily, Bergies are night creatures and they do most of their sleeping in the first six hours of daylight.

Bergies do their hunting from just after dawn until the time that they catch something. That could be all night, or that could be just a couple of hours, or even not at all, it just depended on the availability of food in the area.

Luckily for them, Bergies do not bring their prey back to their den, they eat it like a snake does, swallowing it whole.

What was seemingly unlucky for the residents of the castle was that Bergies up-chuck everything they can't digest, and it might take several hours before that process even begins. So that means Celeste will, at some time or another, hang her head over the side of the verandah and cough-up any non-digestible part of whatever she has eaten, not to mention the fur-balls the size of a full grown pig.

Now, can we guess what this information is leading up to? Whatever Celeste up-chucked would fall into the moat of boiling oil and would be deep-fried, immediately.

At times, the smell was unbearable, other times it wasn't so bad, it might smell like roast pork, fried chicken, or a number of other recognizable meat dishes.

 

One day the castle occupants held a meeting to discuss the Bergie eradication possibilities.

"Now that spring is here and the smell is getting worse because of the warmer weather, I think that it is time for us to do something about this Bergie," said one of the castle maids who's living quarters are adjacent to the drop-point of many a fur-ball.

"I'm of the mind that we should conk it on the head and then stab it with some swords," said one of the kitchen staff.

A quick reply came from the castle gate-keeper, who said, "And who will be doing the conking and stabbing? It sure as heck won't be me. Have you ever seen a Bergie up close? They are fearsome creatures, quick as a Leopard and twice as strong as a full grown lion. They can take your head off with one swipe of a front paw, and then swallow what is left of you in one gulp."

"Besides that," commented a cook, "even if we managed to kill it, that means that we would have to cart the body out of the castle and the only way to do that would be to cut it up first. Can you imagine the mess that would create?"

"Well I don't know what the fuss is about, the Bergie can't come into the rest of the castle where we live, all the doorways are too small for it to fit through; and besides, me Mum told me that Bergies don't eat our kind 'cause we stink," said the stable keeper.

Everyone laughed at that idea of being stinky and continued to ponder their dilemma. And they did that until a castle guard made a suggestion. "Why don't we shoot it with arrows as it leaves the castle one evening? Then when it falls from the sky it will fall somewhere away from the castle grounds. We can just leave the carcass for the wolves and the buzzards to deal with. No mess, no fuss!"

Everyone thought that that was a great idea and quickly appointed six of their best archers to do the job. They only had four archers, but the others wanted to have a go at it too.

The very next morning they reported back to the group with disappointing news, apparently Bergies have very thick skin with an armadillo-like shielding that arrows can not penetrate. In fact, they reported, the Bergie didn't even know that she had been shot at all.

"Well what are we going to do now?" asked the stable keeper.

"Let's poison that smelly creature," replied another maid. Everyone agreed and they set about a plan. They would gather poisonous snakes and place them in the belly of a pig carcass, then sow it up. Afterward they would place the Carcass near the castle so the Bergie would surely smell, and then swallow it. It would only be a matter of time before the snakes would be released within the Bergie and it would be bitten from within; no armored skin in there, they bet.

Well everything went as planned. Celeste smelled the pig that evening and made quick work of porky; one gulp and it was gone.

Unfortunately, this idea seemed to fail as well, because nothing happened to the Bergie. She did hang around the castle and didn't go out for several nights, but she survived. Some even reported, after seeing her the following week, that she actually looked healthier than ever.

Another meeting was called and took place to deal with the waste material that was piling up in the moat. If the Bergie waste were allowed to overload the moat, then that might cause the oil to run out and catch surrounding trees on fire; they couldn't chance that happening; even with a full fire-pond close by.

There solution was a simple one, each day two men would fish the Bergie material from the oil. Then after it cooled they would dump it off a nearby cliff and let it be smashed apart on the rocks and in the trees below.

They did that for over a month before noticing an added benefit that they hadn't counted on, the lingering smells didn't linger any longer; the castle began smelling normal, not great, but normal.

Oh, and another development that they noticed. Everywhere on the ground that the Bergie Balls were rolled, when being rolled toward the cliff for disposal, the grass and shrubs grew quicker, thicker, and taller.

The garden keepers took scrapings from some of the Bergie Ball and mixed them in the garden soil. Boy were they surprised! The potatoes, carrots, and lettuce grew like weeds, and were almost one third bigger than normal. In fact, it worked on everything planted in the ground, even the trees.

When they looked at the trees below the cliff, where they dumped the Bergie Balls, there was a noticeable difference in the trees color and height; they were much greener and bigger.

Well, the castle occupants decided that having a Bergie around might not be such a bad thing after all, so they stopped trying to kill the Bergie and began selling Bergie Balls as a soil replenishment additive to farmers passing by, who were on their way to market. Haling them down the mountain to the main road was hard work and the only drawback, until someone suggested that they could just roll them down there. (DAH!)

They Bergie Balls were bartered for all sorts of foods and goods that the castle dwellers didn't have, or couldn't grow for themselves. It became a blessing for all around. 

 

To continue this story, See Part Two Please.


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