Chapter 30: #Chapter 30
Part 6
Vanakit emerged from the trees neen meters below the peak and paused, and he held his spotter
back as well as he waved the rest forward and upward. The rock was craggy and steep there, and the
Sylvan had to climb with one hand as they made their way up, weapons at the ready in their free
hands.
To the twins, peeking past the peak, all of the glowing golden slitted eyes looked like fireflies moving up
the slope, and they realized that they could now see the Sylvan visually. They were no longer bothering
to remain hidden behind the gift of their god.
As the Sylvan came within seven meters of the peak the rock was only eight meters wide, and they
began to bunch up, having to wait for each other to find a path to climb on.
As they came within four meters, the twins attacked.
They cast an Illusion of Fire three meters deep, epassing the top fifty or so Sylvan.
It was incredibly realistic in sight and sound, roaring around the Sylvan who were immersed in it. They
couldn’t see anything for the fire in their faces, and the fear of inhaling fire struck all of them. The twins
even managed to convince the weaker-minded among them that it hurt.
As they cast the fire, the twins popped up from behind the peak and began throwing darts, Scout
swooped into the precarious crowd of blinded Sylvan and began pulling them off the rocks, and Stripe
leaped into them from the side and beganying waste to them with ws and teeth.
“Fight!!! Advance!!!” Vanakit screamed in rage. “The fire isn’t real, damn it! It’s just two babies and two
animals! Just kill them!”
The twins took their time and made every dart count, despite the overwhelming excitement of it all.
They had thirty darts, and they hit thirty Sylvan in the eye, but then they were reduced to throwing
rocks, at which they were far less effective. The Sylvan kept swarming up the rock toward them. They
moved the wall of Illusory fire up and towards themselves to keep the lead Sylvan within it.
Stripe was now between them and the Sylvan, just in front of the peak, killing and maiming any who
came near, roaring and snarling with deafening volume. But he’d taken many small wounds, and a
couple that were more serious.
Then one of the Sylvan got lucky and cut off most of Scout’s left foot. He wanted to continue fighting,
but the twins sent him away, and he hurt so much that he went.
“This is it!” Reggie cried.
“I’m going to GET Vanakit Lamitkeze, if it’s thest thing I do before I die!” Helemia vowed.
They let their rage take them, and let the fire Illusion dissolve, and struck with psionic attacks.
Helemia struck Vanakit first, crushing through his psionic Shields and shredding his mind, while
severely injuring six Sylvan at the pass who had been bolstering his psionic Shields.
In the next minute they attacked the highest seventy-two Sylvan on the mountain, leaving them with
broken psionic Shields and crippling, blinding headaches.
And then, suddenly, the twins were too exhausted to continue.
Almost eighty Sylvan remained of the attacking formation, all of them filled with their battle rage. They
screamed their hatred as they surged up the hill, sensing victory.
Stripe roared his defiance as he prepared to meet their rush, Scout gave a piercing cry and turned back
toward the battle despite his pain, and the twins grimly stood together, looking over the peak and
panting for breath, waiting for the end.
“That’s quite enough of that, I think.” Quewanak stated as he appeared hovering just above the slope
between Stripe and the advancing Sylvan. He froze them with a nce, held them immobile long
enough to make them realize they were helpless and for their emotions to cool a bit, and let them go.
The Dragon God of Dreaming looked around and Healed all the injured, including Stripe and Scout.
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“None of your fallenpatriots are dead, and I have Healed them.” he announced in Blezogeth to all
of the confused Sylvan, many of whom were picking themselves up off the ground all over the valley.
“Were it not for my efforts, three hundred and seventeen of you would be dead or severely injured at
the hands of two babies and their pets. I hope you’ve learned something from this. You don’t want to
anger the rest of us. Now go, all of you, except that one.” He indicated the immobile form of Vanakit
Lamitkeze. “We’re keeping him.”
Slowly, then more quickly, the Sylvan moved away and began heading home.
Quewanak Translocated himself, Stripe, Scout, and the twins down to the valley floor.
Reggie and Helemia let themselves copse to the grass and cry, venting some of the overwhelming
emotion that they felt. They hugged each other as they cried until Stripe nuzzled them and Scout
soaked up all the love they were getting.
“Thank you, oh thank you both so much, you’re both such good boys, such great friends, we love you
so much…” the babies babbled.
Quewanak looked around, then Restored the goat shed, the chicken pen beside it, and the dead
livestock. He even Retrieved the twins’ darts and put them away in the shed, then lounged on the
grass.
Finally Helemia and Reggie turned their attention to the green dragon. Their bodies were still crying
and hugging the animals, but their psionic ‘voices’ seemed calm enough.
“Thank you for saving us.” Helemia told him.
“You’re wee.” Quewanak chuckled.
They considered him a moment.
“I know you can’t resurrect dead people unless you know them absolutely, and you have to be in
psionic contact with them when they die. Or you have to be a god.” Reggie stated usingly. “We
know that from Father.”
“Yes, that’s true.” Quewanak admitted.
“So, you either saved those Sylvan with god-power, or you were aware of what was happening here the
whole time. Or both.” Helemia said, sounding as miffed as her brother.
“Also true.” The dragon smiled.
“Maybe you are a god.” Reggie used. “Father and Mother and Aunt Alilia have been hiding
something about you, now that I think about it. And none of us have ever noticed that you’ve never
been introduced to us, and we’ve never met you before today, even though you live right next door to
Kragorram and Povon and Karzog and we go there all the time.
“And whether you’re a god or not, I’d bet my lunch that you knew what was happening here, and you
could have stopped it anytime!”
“Yes, I could have. But it was an interesting event, and once I saw how well you were doing I wanted to
give you the chance at victory. I must say that I’m incredibly impressed by the two of you.”
“Thanks.” Helemia grumped, still trying to sound angry. Then she considered what he’d said. “Did we
really have a chance at victory?”
“You did indeed, though it was a very small chance. You did better than anyone would have predicted,
including me. Still, if you’d had some intensive training in psionic warfare, you could have prevailed.
Your initial tactics were extremely efficient uses of your power, those being the Illusions and extending
your perception to Stripe and Scout. But your final psionic attacks were understandably crude. You
wasted strength in clubbing them with a big psionic hammer, when you could have stabbed many more
of them with a slim sword of thought.”
“I’m still upset with you.” Reggie told him determinedly. “You let Stripe and Scout get hurt for nothing.
You let us think we were gonna die at the end there.”
“There was purpose in my actions, your friends were not hurt for nothing, and they aren’t capable of
remembering pain once it’s passed at any rate.” Quewanak patiently exined. “I learned things of
great value. I am not a humanoid, I’m a dragon, and we test our young on the hunt and in battle when
they’re ready. You were ready. A young dragon who cannot bring himself to kill is soon a starving and
useless individual. You were ready to kill. You fought to your limits against overwhelming odds, and
when you could fight no more, you faced your deaths with dignity and courage.
“Beyond all that, you didn’t ask for help. If you had, I’d have helped you sooner. I have rather
extraordinary perception, and I’d have heard you, but it might interest you to know that if you had used
your strength to get a message through the Sylvan barrier at the beginning of your battle, the best six
psionicists in themunity would all have heard you. Even while engaged in battle training
exercises.”