Degaln

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This is one of the first short stories I have ever written. It is unedited, but I hope you enjoy it all the same. The main character is from my other story. Please enjoy, and feel free to comment.

Submitted: March 20, 2017

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Paelius sprinted into the library, his Bag of Holding bouncing off his waist. His tan skin glistened with sweat, and his long, light brown hair hung damp around his shoulders.

“You found the sword?” he asked eagerly.

“Why are you wet?” Danuva asked, ignoring Paelius’ question.

He was standing over a table piled with scrolls, dressed in his typical dark clothes. His blue eyes flashed in amusement as he took in Paelius’ body, bare in all its naked glory.

“I was just in the shower. Well, I was in the shower ten minutes ago. Now, you know where Degaln is?”

“Yes. I know where the sword is. You didn’t need to fly here. We can’t go hunting until tomorrow anyways,” Danuva said.

“Hey, what’s the point of being a weredragon if I never fly?” Paelius grinned.

“The immortality that comes with it?” Danuva shrugged.

“Ugh. Don’t remind me,” Paelius groaned.

“Well, if I have to be immortal, at least I get to spend eternity with you. Unless I get skewered by a drow.”

“You’re so sweet.”

The two shared a tender kiss, before Paelius pulled away.

“So, spill the beans. Where are we going? Do I get to fly with you?”

“Nope. We are headed to a ruin just outside of the Elven village. I’ve passed the place at least a hundred times. No one will go near there. The elves think it’s haunted. And it probably is.”

“Sounds great. So why the wait?”

“Just some preparation. I have no idea what’s down there. I just know that is where Paelias Elesai was last seen before emerging without the Shifter’s Blade.”

“The kriasmara say nothing of the dangers down their?”

“Just that there is fire. I don’t know what it means. The elven language is so vague.”

“So we’ll bring a fire extinguisher,” Paelius shrugged.

“I don’t know. The eladrin have lots of magic, and Paelias was a royal. I think we might be out of luck. We’ll still try though.”

“Okay. When are we going tomorrow, and what do I need to bring?”

“Let’s say five in the morning, and you should bring some food, and a dagger if you can find one.”

“The food will be no problem. The dagger I will have to search for. I think Dad might have one in the shed. He practices new smithing techniques on them,” Paelius said thoughtfully.

“Perfect. I’ll bring some rope and a light orb. I think the Hall of Records has a couple to spare.”

“I thought we weren’t allowed in the Hall of Records.”

“We aren’t,” Danuva grinned evilly.

Paelius sighed.

“Can’t we just ask Masia to get us one?”

“Where’s the fun in that?”

“I believe the fun is in staying alive.”

“Fine. I’ll ask Masia,” Danuva grumbled. “Ask Alasar to lend you his bow. We might need it.”

Paelius stared at Danuva.

“Um, somehow I doubt he will just give me his bow.”

“He’s missing an eye. He’ll probably never shoot again. What use does he have for a bow?”

“I’ll ask,” Paelius shrugged. “Do we need anything else?”

“I’m pretty sure I have plenty of tools in my bag of tricks,” Danuva shrugged. “You should probably think of an explanation for you to be away from home for a few days.”

“I’ll tell Dad I’m spending the night here. That will give us a couple days. Masia will take care of him if… if anything happens to us.”

“Just remember not to shift with an arrow sticking out of your neck, and you should be fine,” Danuva said.

“Yeah, whatever,” Paelius scoffed. “I’ll see you tomorrow morning.”

“Love you,” Danuva said.

“I love you too.”

They kissed, and then Paelius left the room, making his way through the winding halls that made up Danuva’s home.


 

Twenty minutes, and one quick change of clothes later, Paelius was standing at the entrance to his father’s forge, watching Jared pound out some dents in a section of armor. His father’s muscles bulged as he lifted the hammer to strike the metal again. Jared’s hair was cut short to prevent it from interfering with his work, and he worked without a shirt in the heat of the forge’s fire.

Paelius timed his father’s blows, and shouted between the strikes.

“DAD!”

Jared paused in his work, and glanced over.

“There you are Pae,” he grumbled, removing his earplugs. “I thought you were going to help me with the fire.”

“I had to go to Danuva’s house. Do you mind if I borrow a dagger?”

“Why?”

“Danuva needs to sacrifice a virgin on the altar to Baphomet.”

Jared set his work aside, and began rummaging through a box. A few seconds later, he straightened up again.

“Here,” he said. tossing a small dagger to Paelius. “You might want to sharpen it if you want to sacrifice anyone.”

Paelius nimbly snatched the spinning blade from the air, and grabbed a whetstone from a nearby shelf. Stuffing a pair of earplugs into his ears, he sat down at a small table with a bowl of water on it, and began sharpening the dagger, as Jared returned to his own work. Twenty minutes later, he tested the blade on his thumb, grimacing as the blade sliced his skin open.

Setting the whetstone aside, Paelius shook his hand as he felt the skin start to heal over. Searching the forge, he found a simple sheath, and slipped the dagger into it, before stashing it in his Bag of Holding. Heading out of the forge, he made his way over to Alasar’s house, hoping Alasar wasn’t too busy with Mira. He knew the two had just gone through whatever passed for marriage in the elf world only two weeks ago.

Luck appeared to favor him, as he found Alasar busy working on his new house. Paelius was still a little jealous that the leader of the Elven village had given Alasar the fort to renovate, but he supposed it was only fair. The man had lost an eye in defence of the place after all.

“Hey Alasar!” Paelius called up, not bothering to climb the ramp that led to the maze of bridges and treehouses that made up the fort.

Alasar paused in his hammering, starting to turn left, before reorienting himself and turning right to face Paelius. Paelius was thankful Alasar was wearing his eyepatch. He had seen the remains of Alasar’s eye after the fight with the kobolds and the sight had given him nightmares for a week.

“What’s up?” Alasar called back, as Mira appeared behind him.

The two were so different, yet in all their differences, they had found enough to bind them together. Alasar’s hair was long and flowing, a golden sea that stopped between his shoulder blades. He carried himself with the grace of an archer, though Paelius was sure that part of his life was past him. Mira, on the other hand, held herself with the confidence of an elf who had made her mark in the world. Her auburn hair and lavender eyes spoke of wisdom beyond her years. Young for an elf, she had yet to reach her twentieth birthday, and Alasar was a year younger than her. Yet the two loved each other, enough to bind themselves to each other.

“I need a bow!” Paelius called to them.

“I thought you prefered the sword!”

Paelius muttered a curse, then made his way to the ramp, tired of shouting. He met the two halfway up the ramp.

“Yeah I prefer the sword. But Danuva and I are doing some dungeon crawling, and it’s always good to have a ranged option,” Paelius said.

“Do you even know how to shoot a bow?”

“No,” Paelius admitted. “Danuva does, I think.”

“Yeah, though he’s not good at it,” Alasar agreed. “Why are you going into a dungeon?”

“To gain some xp, maybe level up,” Paelius shrugged.

“I’m being serious Paelius. Why are you and Danuva going into a dungeon?”

“We’re looking for a magic sword.”

“Enu ek Danuva calor,” Mira said.

“Leim kelan. Sei ek nelsaro. Vey saelu belev kriask,” Alasar replied.

“Um, English please,” Paelius requested.

“I hope you know what you’re doing,” Alasar said.

He headed up the ramp, and returned with a longbow and a quiver with a single arrow rattling loosely in it.

“Here. Be very careful with these I want them back when you’re done.”

“How is a single arrow going to help me?” Paelius asked.

“This is an endless quiver. The arrow will replenish itself after every shot.”

“Ah. Thank you. You’ll have them back by the end of the week,” Paelius promised.

His task complete, he turned around, and headed home.


 

Paelius slept fitfully that night, eager to get to the ruins. He finally got up at three in the morning, and got everything ready, before heading outside. As soon as he was out of sight of his house, Paelius stripped, stuffing his clothes into his Bag of Holding. Taking a deep breath, he drew upon the dragon in his soul, and his body rippled as it transformed. A few seconds later, Paelius stood ten feet above the ground, studying his blue scaly claws. No matter how many times he had transformed, he still found the results incredible

Pulling his mind back to the day ahead, Paelius leapt into the air, using his wings to catch a draft of air above the trees. He sped above the treeline until he reached the river next to Danuva’s house. Calling upon his human emotions, Paelius’ body returned to its human form, and he hurried to Danuva’s house.

The werewolf was already waiting for him.

“I figured you’d get here early,” he grinned. “Did you get everything?”

“Surprisingly yes,”Paelius said, drawing Alasar’s bow and quiver from his bag. “Alasar said you should carry these.”

Danuva’s eyebrow rose.

“Really? Strange. He hates me.”

“I don’t think he hates you. He just… wishes you weren’t alive.”

Danuva snorted.

“Okay, let’s get going,” he said.

“If we flew we could be there in five minutes,” Paelius suggested.

“No. We’re walking.”

The two began heading in the direction of the Elven village, making their way quickly through the forest. Half an hour after the walk began, Danuva pointed out the ruins.

“Those don’t look too bad,” Paelius said, studying the black stone that lay crumbling around a surprisingly complete structure.

They approached the ruin, and Paelius stopped to look at a fallen slab.

“These runes… They’re Davek.”

“Davek? What’s that?”

“It’s the Dwarven alphabet,” Paelius sighed.

“It’s a good thing I trailed you then,” someone said behind them.

“Riardin,” Danuva said, turning around to face the eladrin.

Riardin stood with an almost bored air. His tapered ears poked out of his shoulder length silver hair, and his pale skin shone bright under the waning moon.

“What are you doing here?” Danuva demanded.

“Helping you recover Degaln. As Paelius so wisely pointed out, this is a Dwarven ruin. Neither of you have experience with the dwarves. I will translate for you.”

Riardin stepped up to the slab and studied it.

“These are the ruins of the Gathor outpost. It was one of the Dwarven fortresses in the Drow War. It was sacked eight thousand years ago, and lost to time,” he said.

“What’s the Drow War?” Paelius asked.

“A story for another day. The entrance is down that ramp,” Riardin said, pointing.

The three made their way down the ramp, descending into ever growing darkness. Danuva reached into his own bag, and pulled out an orb.

“Nican,” he breathed, and a gentle glow filled his hands.

Danuva tossed the now glowing orb into the air, ignoring Riardin’s glare. He reached back into his bag, and withdrew a second sphere, tossing it to Paelius.

Riardin snatched the orb out of the air before Paelius could.

“These orbs belong in the Hall of Records,” the eladrin snapped.

“I’ll put them back,” Danuva said. “It’s not like anyone is going to miss them.”

“They will be missed,” Riardin growled.

Paelius tuned the argument out as he explored the area. He found a large black door with no handle. On the door were more Davek runes.

“What do these say?” he asked, drawing Riardin’s attention off of Danuva.

Riardin stepped forward, and began reading.

“Enter and be purified in heat.”

“How do we get in?”

Paelius began examining the door, finding no blemish on the stone other than the Davek runes.

Riardin stuck his finger into one of the runes, and the stone split cleanly ein half, both sides swinging silently inward.

“Foolish human,” the eladrin muttered under his breath.

The three adventurers entered the ruin, and the door swung shut behind them, leaving them in darkness save for Danuva’s orb. There was a loud rumbling, and then silence.

“Well that’s not ominous at all,” Danuva said.

“It reminds me of the Mines of Moria,” Paelius noted with a shiver.

They were in a narrow hall with unlit sconces lining the walls. Nothing could be seen beyond thirty feet,but within those thirty feet was much to see. Bones littered the floor, with scorch marks apparent all around.

Riardin stepped through the bones, breaking several as he walked across them. He began lighting the torches that lined the walls, as Paelius carefully made his way to the other side of the bone piles.

“Do you have any idea of where to look?” he asked Danuva. “This place is huge.”

“Paelias’ kriasmara mentioned something about a throne room,” Danuva offered.

“That will be in the center of the structure,” Riardin said. “Follow me.”

The eladrin lifted a torch from a sconce, and began walking.

Danuva and Paelius glanced at each other, before following. As Paelius walked, he felt Danuva’s hand brush his own. He took hold of it, and the two continued walking, both feeling dwarfed by the size of the structure they found themselves in.

As they walked, Riardin continued lighting the torches on the wall with a muttered word.

“What is he saying?” Paelius asked.

“Tesoru. It’s Elvish for fire,” Danuva replied. “Why are we following him? We were the ones to figure out where the sword was.”

“Well, he is the only one who can read Davek,” Paelius shrugged.

The floor under Paelius’ foot suddenly sank an inch, and a jet of flames leapt across his face.

“Ow!” Paelius yelped, as he felt his face break out in blisters.

“Are you okay?” Danuva asked.

“Yeah…”

Already the pain was gone as Paelius’ lycanthropic blood healed his injuries.

“Watch your step,” he said.

"Uh, duh," Danuva scoffed.

Looking around, they realized Riardin had kept walking and was now out of sight.

“Where did he go?” Paelius asked.

“Just follow the lights. We’ll find him eventually,” Danuva shrugged.

He took a step forward, and Paelius grabbed his arm.

“Tripwire,” he said, pointing it out.

“Get back,” Danuva pushed Paelius back a few steps.

Then he swept his foot through the trip wire, and leapt back, narrowly avoiding a flaming log that fell from the ceiling.

“There. Now we won’t have to worry about it on the way back.”

“I love that about you. You’re always thinking ahead,” Paelius grinned.

“Oh, by the way, you don’t have any eyebrows anymore,” Danuva pointed out.

“My hair’s okay, right?”

“It looks like a bird’s been using it as a nest, but other than that, you’re golden. Come on. Let’s try to catch up to tel akerasel.”

“What?”

“Riardin. Let’s catch up to Riardin,” Danuva said.


 

They walked on for ten minutes before finally catching up to Riardin in front of another door.

“It took you two long enough,” the eladrin groused. “Please try to keep up.”

“We never asked you to join us,” Danuva said.

“But I’m here anyways, helping you out of the goodness of my heart.”

“I highly doubt that,” Danuva scoffed. “You want that sword as much as we do.”

“I’ll admit that I have had my eye on the Shifter Armament for more than a century now,” Riardin said, as he pressed several runes in the door.

The door swung open with a gentle creak. Danuva stuck his hand into his bag, and pulled a cigarette out, before stepping forward and tripping another wire.

A sheet of flames poured down from the ceiling, and Danuva used the flames to light his cigarette. Taking a deep drag, he offered the cigarette to Paelius, who waved it away.

“You know I don’t like you smoking,” Paelius said.

“And again, it’s not like smoking is going to kill me,” Danuva muttered, but he ground the cigarette out under his feet anyways.

“Are you two done yet?” Riardin demanded as the flames stopped.

The trio walked forward again, and found themselves in huge square room with a raised dais in the center. An ornate silver throne sat on the dais, and as Paelius approached it, he found the chair had rubies inlaid into the arms and back.

“Should I try to get the rubies out?” he asked.

“I wouldn’t,” Danuva shrugged. “I don’t think any one would just buy a bunch of rubies.”

“Te suenel ek nela enarle,” Riardin said.

“What?” Paelius questioned.

“The sword isn’t here,” Danuva translated.

Paelius scanned the room, noticing a wooden lever near the east wall. Making his way towards the lever, he pulled the switch, and a loud grinding noise filled the chamber as a section of the wall slid back.

The temperature of the room rose several degrees, and Danuva yelped as a whirling pillar of fire swirled towards him. He dove out of the way as Riardin backed toward the door.

Paelius unsheathed his sword, studying the pillar. He didn’t know what good steel would be against this menace, but he felt better with his sword in his hand.

“Cal nela werdin tedarl!” Riardin yelled at Paelius as he dodged the flames.

The eladrin conjured a pillar of swirling ice, and sent it swirling towards the fire. The two vortexes collided with a sudden hiss, and both collapsed into nothingness.

Danuva approaches the spot where the two elements had clashed, and kicked his foot through a pile of ash. A charred hilt clattered across the floor, and he groaned.

“It was consumed,” he said. “It probably won’t reform for another 300 or 400 years.”

“I’m sorry,” Paelius whispered, staring at the hilt.

“Hey, it wasn’t your fault. The blade must have been melted for a while already,” Danuva said.

“No, it is his fault! You humans just can’t keep your grubby hands to yourselves!” Riardin snapped.

“Don’t worry about it,” Danuva shrugged.

He walked over to the throne, and wrenched a ruby from the arm of the seat. This, he handed to Paelius.

“A momento of our little adventure,” he smiled.

“Thanks,” Paelius smiled back.

They began walking back through the ruin.

“It wasn’t much of a date, was it?” Danuva said. “I always seem to get us in trouble.”

“Or I do,” Paelius added.

Riardin grumbled as he hurried past them, hurrying to get out of the dwarven outpost.

“Well, hopefully I’ll do better next time,” Danuva smiled, placing an arm around Paelius.

Paelius did the same, and arm in arm, the two made their way back to the world outside.

 


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