Eillios
Warrior’s Mark
Eillios
Warrior’s Mark
By
Nicole
Dobbs
Copyright © 2012
by Nicole Dobbs
International Standard Book Number:
978-0-9850991-0-7
Find us on Facebook
Smashwords
Edition
This eBook is licensed for your personal enjoyment only.
This eBook may not be re-sold or given away to other people. If you
would like to share this book with another person, please purchase an
additional copy for each recipient. If you’re reading this book and
did not purchase it, or it was not purchased for your use only, then
please return to Smashwords.com and purchase your own copy. Thank you
for respecting the hard work of this author.
All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles or reviews. Please do not participate in or encourage the piracy of copyrighted materials in violation of the author’s rights. Purchase only authorized editions.
This is a work of fiction. The characters, conversations and their actions are a creation of the author’s imagination. They are not to be interpreted as real nor are their actions to be imitated. Any resemblance to actual events or persons, living or deceased, is entirely coincidental.
I would like to recognize two of the people who have helped make the release of Eillios: Warrior’s Mark progress seamlessly, Shelley Schadowsky of goodlife guide and Donna Casey of DigitalDonna.com.
Shelley, you answered my questions without reservation and helped me to present the best book possible. You are a superb formatter and I have thoroughly enjoyed working with you.
Donna, I am still amazed at the perfect cover. You took my vision and made it exceptional in such a short time! Every conversation we had made me appreciate you more.
Thanks to both of you.
Table of Contents
Part
1
I
Trouble is Looming
II
The Royal Companion
III
A Glimpse of Zorall
IV
Torn in Two
V
Deception Spreads
VI
Forbidden Alliance
VII
Lies to the King
VIII
Long March Out
IX
Missing
Part
2
X
Surprise Visitation
XI
Transformation
XII
Companions Revealed
XIII
Mystery of the River
XIV
Fighting with Fire
XV
King Liron
XVI
Evaluating the Warriors
XVII
Invisible
XVIII
Invaders in the West
XIX
Orders from the King
XX
Taking Back Eillios
XXI
Sacrifice
XXII
Zorall’s Stand
XXIII
The Bravest of Eillios
XXIV
Ozlenath Rising
XXV
Defenseless
XXVI
Regrets
XXVII
Logan’s Map
XXVIII
Retribution
XXIX
Moving On
XXX
The Source
XXXI
An Unexpected Feast
XXXII
One Growl
XXXIII
A New Sword
Eillios (eel lee os) Tucked in a secret realm is a nation where life knows no limitations
The Royal Family
King Liron (lerr on) King of Eillios
Queen Rumetha (ru mee tha) The Queen, she is admired for her beauty and grace.
Prince Adosha (a doe sha) Heir to the Royal Throne; Adosha is the Royal Warrior
The Chosen Animals
Jezzel (jez zel) A fierce jaguar; he is the protector of all the animals in Eillios
Sarreen (sir reen) A leopard who is part of King Liron’s inner circle
Zar A lion and Prince Adosha’s best friend
Neim (nee um) A white tiger who is loyal to the Royal Throne
Lighon (lion) A little black goat whose mission is to make everyone around him smile
The Warriors of Eillios
Warrior Kagron (kay gron) The oldest Warrior and he is ready for a change in Eillios
Warrior Carlen (car len) The second Warrior. Carlen follows Kagron’s lead
Key Eilliosians
Hiluja (hill oo ja) A citizen who is close with Kagron and Carlen
Diiako (dee ache o) A child and one of Lighon’s friends
Kingdom of the Dragons
Zorall (zor all) Protector of the dark mountain
Ozlenath (oz el nath) Dragons made in Zorall’s image
The land of Eillios has been hidden, kept secret so that you can discover it at just the right time. Look and see this majestic realm where animals talk and nature is alive. An unimaginable life waits for you beyond the tree-lined borders where the chosen Warriors defend the land from all danger. But now trouble is whispering in the air.
The wind is seeing hints of betrayal in the deeds of the current Warriors, Kagron and Carlen. With their loyalty in question, the time has come for a new era of Warriors to arise. Come with me behind the veil that has hidden this world from us, knowing that the curtain has lifted for a specific purpose. For the very first time in their long and glorious history, the land of Eillios stands in the crosshairs of collapse. Some of us may be called to enter into this world and our presence will serve a greater purpose. Those Warriors must rise to save this land from the enemy waiting to strike from within.
There is only one way you can enter Eillios, you must be called forth by the Royal Blood that governs her. If you are called upon, tell me, will you help save this worthy land as a Warrior of Eillios?
“Who created fire? No one.
Fire has always existed.
But I
hold the right to harness its mighty flames.
I can give this gift
to whomever I choose.”
~King Liron
Prince Adosha, son of King Liron and Queen Rumetha, is ready to claim his rightful place as the Royal Warrior. He will be the people’s protector and the land’s defender. Strong and powerful he holds the potential to handle the fiercest of foes with ease. Adosha knows there is no other country like Eillios and it has long been defended by his ancestors. He is now ready to bear his sword and stand with them, defending the land he loves.
His royal bloodline is unusual, enabling the Prince to live a life of mystery filled with a power that supersedes Eillios’ laws of nature. Adosha’s abilities are surpassed only by his father, making Adosha the second most powerful person in the entire country. There is a feeling of change in the air and with each passing day he grows more eager to become the Royal Warrior, a position last held decades ago by King Liron, himself. This role has gone unfulfilled for too many years, giving the current Warriors an arrogance they do not deserve and Adosha the drive to ensure that his family’s sacrifices will not be in vain.
This is where we are allowed to begin watching as Adosha is walking with his best friend Zar, a grand lion. To us this may seem like an unusual friendship but to the Prince it is the most natural thing in his world.
The land of Eillios stretches out for miles. It is a vast nation and holds every landscape you would expect from such a distinguished country. From living forests to majestic mountains with peaks so high that you swear they are blue at their point, stained from the sky’s vibrant color. Then there are the gentle rolling hills, perfect for days like today when the world seems to stretch out before you. The grass sways, voluntarily wrapping each blade around your feet. You swear it has a mind of its own and you would be right, sort of, it has a purpose. Everything in Eillios does; but what it is you will have to find out later. The wind cascades down over the grass, brushing against the blades as the breeze gently swirls about Adosha and Zar. They are traveling towards the deep river that traverses the entire country.
Zar is enormous, standing over five feet tall, with a long golden mane that rustles with the wind’s light touch. His big caramel cat eyes are wide with excitement and his mouth is eagerly pursed into a lion’s smile as he looks up to listen to Adosha.
“Soon, Zar, I will get my Warrior’s sword,” Adosha breathes in deeply and shuts his brown eyes, pausing to savor the moment. “I was speaking to my parents earlier and today Kagron will be called to the throne room to receive the news. He only has one more mission then I will become the Royal Warrior.” Opening his eyes, Adosha runs his hand through his deep brown hair, looking at the land with a new appreciation. “All this will be mine to protect.”
“Yes,” Zar grinned mischievously, “and I will be the Royal Warrior’s best friend. I think that might just elevate me too,” he spoke, laughing a deep rumble that was distinctly lion and perfectly Zar.
“Yeah, I am sure it will have its perks,” Adosha grinned slyly, “but it might just come with more work.”
“I think I can manage, I’ll just be glad when it’s finally here. You have been waiting long enough. What specifically is going to happen, will you be the only Warrior? I was not even alive when your father decided to focus solely on being the King.”
‘He always seems to be holding back a roar,’ Adosha silently decided, listening to Zar’s rumbling voice before answering out loud. “After Kagron steps down, I will serve with Carlen. I do not want to be the only Warrior, like my father was. I rather like the idea of having someone else to share the burdens and battles with.”
The lion could hear excitement lacing through Adosha’s strong voice. Lost in his thoughts, Zar turns his gaze to admire the land he calls home; Eillios is always bright. Never does the light cease from shining on them even though there is no sun.
As he looks up into the cloudless sky, a familiar faint indigo circle is hanging right above him. The hazy circle is hollow, allowing their sky to show through its center. Why it appears is a mystery he has yet to figure out. It does nothing except cast a gentle outline in their sky. Never knowing when it will disappear again, he studies it, always curious about its origin but never taking for granted its sporadic appearances.
“I wonder if it isn’t time for a change, though,” Adosha speaks, regaining Zar’s attention.
“What do you mean?” Zar questions, knowing that Adosha is not given to idle statements.
“Kagron and Carlen are the first Warriors who have not been part of the Royal Family. They do not have the same blood ties to the land that my ancestors did. I think it is time for changes to be made if we are going to continue putting so much power into the hands of citizens. I really need to speak to my parents first but I know that my father was so different than I will be when he was a Warrior, that I…I guess I should stop. I do not mean to be cryptic, I am just planning.”
Confident that Adosha would tell him when he is ready; Zar asked a question he had been wondering. “Your father, will he want you to take over Eillios as the sovereign ruler anytime soon or will you get to be the Royal Warrior for a while?” Zar watched Adosha’s face not wanting to miss any reaction his friend might have. The lion knows just how important having a Royal Warrior established will be to the land.
Adosha assured his friend. “Oh no, I would not take over for a very long time. My father is still very much in his prime.” Adosha can see the longing flash on Zar’s face. He knows that his father is a mystery to the inhabitants of Eillios; only a select few have ever been called into his presence. Even when he carried the sword of the Royal Warrior, King Liron was secretive, quietly going about the land to protect them from anything that might cause harm.
When he became the King many powers were given to him and through those powers he called the wind to be his eyes and ears, watching over the kingdom. The King’s guarded nature has enabled Adosha to become the face of the throne.
A massive tree to the right of their path captures Adosha’s complete attention. It is special, only a handful can be found in Eillios. The Warriors’ tree is completely different from all the rest, with a twisted trunk that appears to be two wrapped into one. The tree’s multi-tonal base changes colors as the twisted wood rises. Light brown deepens to mahogany as the colors intertwine in a spiral, completely separate yet wholly uniform. Its large branches spread out like a canopy, covering everything in a thirty foot radius with its shadow. Even when the wind blows with all its strength, they do not move.
Gracing the heavy branches are not the expected bright green leaves but instead there are white flowers measuring two feet across. Each branch is laden with these fragrant blooms, filling the air with its sweet scent. In the center of some of the flowers are fist sized yellow fruit. Its soft yellow skin is proudly displayed, elevated above the delicate white petals, brightening the tree with random splashes of color. On this tree, one single branch has defied natural order and grown downward, instead of sweeping up, it hangs barely four feet off the ground. Though it is laden with flowers, there is only one bloom that holds a single fruit. The fruit is so close that anyone could reach out and take it, yet it sits completely undisturbed. The Warriors’ fruit is a treasured delicacy eaten only by the chosen few.
‘Soon,’ Adosha spoke directly into Zar’s thoughts, ‘I will get to taste the fruit of the Warriors’ tree.’ Nothing around them heard his declaration. In Eillios the trees, mountains and even the grass can understand people but only when they speak out loud. Adosha holds the power to align his thoughts with whomever he chooses. This allows them to communicate in their own unique way.
“Adosha,” someone angrily thunders out from under the tree’s covering. Both Adosha and Zar stop when the harsh voice interrupts their silent conversation. As they look around the Warriors’ tree, no one is there. They wait, their eyes locking in on the downward hanging branch knowing that it has lowered to accommodate Kagron, the Warrior. It is the only place where the aged man is able to reach the prized Warriors’ fruit. Moments later Kagron reveals himself standing under the tree’s shade, his left hand grasping the branch, clenching it tightly as his right hand travels down to hold the sword at his hip. Silently he studies Adosha as his pale face flushes red with contempt.
“Kagron.” Both the Prince and Zar reply defensively, while taking in Kagron’s aggressive expression. Emboldened by the white haired Warrior’s hostility, Zar steps out in front of Adosha blocking the Warrior from the Prince.
“The wind has just called me to the throne room. Is there anything I should know before I go see your father?” His throaty voice deepens, unable to hide his resentment as he looks up to Adosha.
Taken back by the Warrior’s question, Adosha studies Kagron, memorizing every detail in his bitter expression. Adosha knows that the Warrior should not question orders even one as simple as ‘report to me.’ “I am sure my father called you for a reason only he will share. It could have something to do with Zorall. It is time we rid ourselves of that man-eating dragon,” Adosha’s eyes wander west. Revealing nothing, he looks in the direction of their enemy’s territory knowing that the surrounding trees will block his vision. Even though he cannot see it, he knows where the dragon can be found.
“It’s Zorall… I am sure.” The old Warrior answered sarcastically glancing back and forth from Adosha to Zar. Before either one had a chance to speak any further, the Warrior disappeared from their sight.
‘He’s angry, Adosha.’ Zar thought, knowingly.
‘I know, I have to go,’ Adosha answered and without another thought vanished from sight, leaving his friend to finish the walk alone.
Even though Kagron has been given the gift of becoming invisible, Adosha’s powers far exceed his. Before another second passes he appears in King Liron’s magnificent throne room. While Kagron still has to travel the distance to the palace, Adosha has plenty of time to relay to his parents what just transpired. Standing on the light toned marble floor, he moves closer to his parents, familiar with the grand room. Its lofty walls rise forty feet before reaching the vaulted ceiling. To the right of the King is an open window, spanning the entire height of the wall allowing them to see far into the kingdom with one glance. For all its enormity and grandeur, the room remains rather empty. Outside of the Royal thrones, there are only two other fixtures. A flowing fountain stands in the center, peaking five feet high, the water flows into a three feet tall solid gold basin filling the room with its soothing rhythmic sounds. A few steps away from the fountain Adosha has his own chair, though neither grand nor a throne, the burgundy high-backed leather chair is perfectly suited for the low key Prince.
“Kagron knows something is about to happen. Anger was written all over his face,” Adosha initiated the conversation. “Resentment should be foreign to the Warriors of Eillios. But it was there. I wouldn’t have expected to see it but I could not look past it.” Stepping back, Adosha exhales deeply, having told them what to expect, he knows the matter is no longer his concern.
He studies his parents sitting side by side on their ornate golden thrones; their hands are close enough to touch. Stone steps lead to the raised wooden platform under their feet, distancing and elevating them above anyone who may enter. To his mother’s left hanging high on the cream stone wall is a single golden sword, the Royal Warrior’s sword that is soon to be his. Smiling slightly at the sight, Adosha looks to his father but his gaze gravitates to the large open window cut out of the stone wall beside his throne. This is where the wind gathers. The opening spans the height of the wall and is directly beside him so the King can easily hear the wind’s voice. Here the happenings of Eillios are revealed.
“I am glad to know, I will watch to see if he reacts. He has not been acting normal lately, I wondered if his age was becoming a problem but now we may find that it goes deeper than that,” the King agreed before hearing the wind. To Liron only, it announced Kagron’s arrival. “Rumetha,” he addressed the Queen, “you and Adosha must go. I do not want anyone here when I talk with him. I wish to gauge the Warrior’s response for myself.” He spoke before sending his family to the Queen’s garden beside the palace.
Rumetha’s garden is her peaceful sanctuary filled with vibrant flowers that constantly bloom, alongside the gentle flow of the river that starts behind the palace. “Are you excited?” she asked, gracefully moving to sit on a lone wooden bench, its legs are covered with a green climbing vine overflowing with small purple flowers. Her long flaxen hair sways as the wind gently blows, reminding them of the nearness of the King. Her emerald eyes capture her son’s dark gaze as he joins her on the bench.
“Yes, I am. Has the plan changed since I was here last?”
“Not really. Your father will tell the Warrior that he has one last mission, to destroy Zorall. Then it will be your turn to take up the sword as a Warrior. All along Kagron has known this day was coming.” She watched her son as she continued. “When your father called Kagron to become a Warrior, he made it clear that it was only temporary. Kagron knew it would not lead to ruling the Kingdom; rather your father did not want to go off to battle any longer. When you were young, he decided he would not risk dying while defending Eillios and leaving us to the mercy of invaders. Soon, my son, the Royal Warrior’s sword will be yours. It has sat dormant in the throne room for far too long. There are times when you enter the throne room that I can see the power in it causing the golden color to shine brilliantly on its own. The power is calling for the next generation to rise and its energy is ready to be harnessed once again.”
When his mother looked to the calm river, letting her eyes rove over the tranquil garden Adosha felt free to speak. “I would like to have a Warrior’s companion.”
“Pardon me?” Rumetha looked at him in confusion. She could tell by his expression that her son was deep in thought.
“I would like Zar to become my companion and go to battle with me. He has a Warrior’s heart. Then we can pair Carlen up with another big cat. I can open their minds to each other.” Adosha paused while considering his plan. “By allowing the cat to hear Carlen’s deepest thoughts we will always know where his loyalties lie.”
“This is because of Kagron, isn’t it?” Rumetha questioned, knowing her son was still thinking about his encounter with the aged Warrior.
“Yes. I watched bitterness flash in his eyes. I cannot be completely sure that was the exact emotion but anything similar to that has no place in a Warrior. A companion would have realized his true intent. But the truth is that Kagron will not be a Warrior much longer. I want to know for certain that all the Warriors, even the ones yet to come, are focused on Eillios’ best interests. There is no room for anything less. They hold too much power to become corrupted by their own desires.”
“That’s a great idea especially when I think about how close your father is to Jezzel. He has placed a jaguar over all the animals and has utmost confidence in him. It makes sense that he would trust a big cat to hold the Warriors accountable. I know you can open their minds to each other but your father will need to give the animals protection. The Warriors are able to become invisible; the cats will need that same ability.”
“I agree but I do not want it to become public knowledge until after Kagron steps down. I would not want him to know about the upcoming changes,” Adosha responded, knowing just how little trust he held for the Warrior.
“That is wise. Uphold the mysterious nature of your heritage.”
“Only one more mission,” Adosha reminded himself, “Zorall should not be hard to remove. Why must Kagron and Carlen be the ones who go? Carlen and I could handle the dragon without issue.”
“We have no doubt of your abilities but your father would rather deal with the situation now so that your transition into the Royal Warrior goes smoothly. The last time Zorall came near our borders, Jezzel was ready to put up a good fight,” she smiled at the thought of the loyal jaguar facing off against the fearsome dragon. “Even though Zorall has not come back, your father does not know how long his fear will keep him away. We were lucky that Jezzel was there and prevented Zorall from kidnapping a child but what happens next time if no one is around.” Adosha’s mother voiced their dilemma.
The wind began to stir around them once more and seconds later they were reunited with the King of Eillios. “You were right, Adosha. He is not willing to step down. I could see it in his eyes, hear it in his voice.” The King stopped speaking to his family and turned his face to the open window, “Jezzel, come to us.” He spoke into the wind, knowing it would carry the message to his trusted friend, the appointed leader of the animals.
Patiently, they wait knowing that Jezzel could be anywhere when he receives the message. To their surprise he walked through the throne room’s arched entry within minutes. His amber cat eyes focused solely on the King, as though no one else was even in the room. His tall body holds power in every step as his heavy paws pad over the stone floor; the multitude of black spots shine against his cream fur in the throne room light. Coming to stand right before the King, he bows his feline body low, respecting his dearest friend.
“Jezzel, I just told Kagron that he only has one more battle left to fight.” Standing upright, Jezzel studies Liron as he continues speaking. “I want you to stay close to him to make sure he acts as a Warrior should.” The wind began to circle around the jaguar when suddenly he disappeared. “I am placing in you the power to become invisible. Do not let Kagron know the power you now hold, I want to ensure that he stays true to his own nature.”
“It is too late; I already know your plan.” A harsh voice boldly resonated from the large doorway. Everyone turned, surprised to see the Warrior standing with them. His gaze was fixated on the Queen. Rumetha knew he was not staring at her person; instead he glared at her left hand. Resting on her ring finger was a large emerald ring, the color identical to her beautiful eyes. Its green light glittered in the brightness of the throne room. Seeing his intensity, she instinctively pulled her hand to the side blocking it from his view, trying to evade his scrutiny. Chill bumps flutter over her arms when his lips lift into a wicked smile.
“What are you doing here, Kagron?” Liron stands, his fists clenched as he glares down at the Warrior, incensed by the Warrior’s bold intrusion. At the sound of the King’s angry voice, the Warrior turns slowly, deliberately taking his time to look at the King.
“I did not feel our meeting went well, Sir, and I wanted to come back and assure you that my allegiance is given completely to the throne. I will do what I am called to do. You do not need to have me followed. Never before have the Warriors been distrusted and I do not think that the people will think highly of it.” He spoke smoothly, his eyes darkened with unspoken emotion. His threat was obvious. When he finished speaking Jezzel reappeared, Kagron smirked knowing his threat had worked. The Warrior’s joy was short-lived as an angry smile stole over his thin lips. “I know my place here in your kingdom.” Kagron watched as the King slowly shook his head.
“Okay Kagron, Jezzel will not follow you but remember that the wind sees all you are doing. My son will be the next Warrior. He is the Royal Warrior.” For the first time since entering the throne room, Kagron’s eyes gravitated to Adosha.
“I will make the way for you, Prince.” Kagron spoke, his eyes narrowing at Adosha as his hand rested on his Warriors’ sword.
“This will not be announced to the people until after Zorall has been killed,” King Liron continued speaking to the Warrior, his hands still clenched as he stared down at Kagron.
“I know. Then Adosha will be given the family sword.” Kagron spoke, his voice barely concealing his anger until he looked to the bright golden sword that once belonged to Liron himself. The Warrior’s eyes widened when the sharp edges began to gleam as the heavy golden handle brightened under their scrutiny. Never had he seen its power displayed.
“It is my son’s time to use it. I am giving you my trust, Warrior, do not disappoint me.”
“I will do my best.” Kagron’s eyebrows arched as he returned to study the Prince with a shadow of contempt in his gaze.
“Leave now, Kagron. Do not return until I have called both you and Carlen back for your last mission. And remember, you answer to me. Do not make me regret my decision, Warrior,” King Liron commanded.
“As you wish,” Kagron answered seconds before he disappeared. It was not lost on the group that his eyes had remained on the Prince, not the King when he spoke his final words.
This time King Liron would not sit down until they heard the sound of the palace door open then shut.
“You should still have me follow him,” Jezzel spoke seriously, looking directly at the King, fully believing that the Warrior could not be trusted. After he spoke, Jezzel glanced around; he could see the same distrust on Adosha’s face that he felt in his heart.
“I have given him my word that you will not follow him and I will not veer from it.” Everyone in the room could see the sadness in his eyes but when he spoke his voice was absolute, leaving no room for argument. Turning to his son, the King purposefully changed the subject and in that instant all emotion was stripped from his face. “Tell me, Adosha, what is your new plan regarding the Warriors?” As Adosha relayed his idea for the Warriors’ companions he searched his father’s face looking for any reaction. King Liron gave nothing away; he simply listened until the Prince was finished.
“I think that is a fantastic idea. Had I thought of it earlier, all of this could have been avoided. Tell me, will Zar be your companion?” The King questioned knowingly.
“Yes.”
“Good. Bring him to me and I will give him the powers he needs. I want this to start quickly. Jezzel, the wind is noticing that there is a change with Kagron as we suspected it would. Go into the woods and see if any of the animals have seen or heard anything. I said that you would not follow him directly but I refuse to look the other way when something is suspicious.”
“Yes sir,” the jaguar responded before moving to follow orders.
“Adosha,” the King spoke to his son, when Jezzel started to leave. “Go get Zar, after you two return we will begin your Warrior’s training.” The King smiled when Adosha’s face brightened. Offering his father a grin in return, Adosha left the room leaving the King to speak with Rumetha.
“I wish this was going more smoothly,” King Liron sighed once everyone left, finally willing to acknowledge his reservations.
“Me too, something in my heart tells me that both Kagron and Carlen will fight this every step of the way. For so long their position has gone unchecked. But now, they are digging in their heels.” Rumetha spoke, reaching out to grasp her husband’s hand.
“I know, this is Adosha’s time to stand with my heritage,” forcing a smile to mask his displeasure, he continued. “We must not fear, my love. No matter what happens with Kagron, Adosha is a strong man, raised to be a leader. He can handle the future.”
Vividly remembering the anger in Kagron’s eyes Rumetha wished her husband’s words could comfort her but she knows just how powerful Kagron is. Until the Warrior’s title is stripped from him, everyone must wait for his next move.
“The King wants to see me?” Zar questioned, looking around the vast forest as he tried to comprehend what his best friend had just revealed. “But I have never seen him before in my whole life. Just like that he will let a stranger become your companion?” Adosha wanted to laugh at the shocked expression overtaking the lion’s face. Forcing himself not to smile, the Prince tried to explain.
“He is a stranger to you but you are no stranger to him, Zar. You know that. Not only do I tell him about you but the wind does as well.” Seeing amazement light Zar’s face Adosha knows that very few understand the ways of his father.
“I’m still in shock. I just can’t believe I will get to meet him. I’ve waited, every animal waits and dreams about meeting him. Now I get to, this isn’t real. There’s no way this is real,” he whispered before turning his lion eyes to Adosha. “Do you know what’s going to happen?” Zar questioned, grateful that his voice didn’t shake with excitement. Watching as Adosha simply shook his head, no, Zar continued. “When does he want me to come?” The lion asked eagerly, his paws nearly dancing in delight.
“Whenever you want. I was hoping that it would be soon because then I begin my Warrior’s training.” The large lion smiled and began walking towards the deep river that flowed throughout the land.
“Where are you going?” Adosha questioned as he caught up with the lion.
“To the river.” Zar spoke simply, surprised that Adosha wasn’t thinking the same. “I do not want Kagron to know that the King is calling for me. The river begins at the palace. When we are close enough then we can walk out in the open, until then I do not want anyone to know our whereabouts,” Zar determined.
“Sounds like a plan,” Adosha spoke, knowing without a doubt that he had made the right decision. Together they walk down the gently sloping riverbank and into the pristine waters. It does not take long for the warm water to rise around them and without a moment’s hesitation their bodies are completely submerged. Neither finds it unusual that they can be covered by the flowing currents and still breathe easily underwater. Adosha knows it is special; something that can only happen in the land of Eillios but to Zar it is nothing more than ordinary.
They travel against the current in companionable silence, knowing that once they reach the palace their lives will change forever. They are going to become defenders of Eillios. Lost in their thoughts, there is no way for them to see that they have a distant shadow watching their every move. Even though the water disguises their location from anyone on land, they are very visible to the one hiding from their sight.
‘Leave the water, someone is following you. Go into the forest and I will tell you when it is safe to continue here.’ The King’s voice reached Adosha.
‘Zar, follow me. We must go into the woods.’ Adosha spoke directly into the lion’s thoughts not wanting to alert their unwelcomed guest. Without questioning him, Zar followed Adosha out of the water. Still unable to see their stalker they are forced to wait for the wind to speak as Adosha silently reveals to Zar why they had to abandon the plan.
Anger flushed through Zar at the spy’s blatant audacity. Outside the Royal family, the Warriors are the only people who possess the power to become invisible. Zar turns to face the river, glaring out, daring whoever was spying on them to face him like a man. Opening his mouth he releases a pent-up roar, causing the ground to tremble as the blades of grass fan downward. The river water ripples away from them as the supreme power resting in Zar is freed. When his roar stops, the lion is standing between Adosha and the spy, baring his teeth and growling into the wind; warning whoever is behind them that they are not welcome. His razor sharp claws tighten on the grass under him, involuntarily ripping out clumps of the tall blades.
“Adosha! Adosha!” They heard a small voice calling out from behind them.
“Lighon,” the Prince began when he saw the small black goat running to them from the forest’s protective covering. “How are you?”
“What brings you out here?” The little goat panted, “I was hoping you would visit and then I heard Zar’s roar and knew that you must be near.” Lighon stopped speaking when the Prince reached down to pick him up. Adosha glanced to Zar as the fierce lion looked around, surveying the distance. The wind blew his mane, telling them that the King had seen the interchange.
‘Zar spooked him. Your spy is leaving.’ The wind swirled around Adosha, clearly carrying his father’s message. ‘Because the Warriors are nearly identical in stature, the wind could not tell who it was. Wait until later to bring Zar or else he could be seen.’ The wind around him dissipated as Adosha turned his full attention back to Lighon. He had never before seen the animal distraught, instantly he knew who was at fault. When the goat started to speak, Adosha and Zar walked toward the forest Lighon had come from.
“The strangest thing happened today, Adosha,” the little goat began. “Earlier I went to the Warriors’ mountain because I wanted to see what Kagron and Carlen were doing. Inside their home I could hear them talking with someone, it sounded like Hiluja.” Lighon panted as he recounted the experience, “I looked into the cave but I could not see them. Then when I called out for them Kagron started to scream at me, telling me to leave them alone. ‘Warriors do not have time for infantile animals, Lighon, leave us be!’ That was what he said. What does infantile mean?” Adosha looked into Lighon’s eyes; pain gripped his chest when he saw the deep sadness that Lighon did not know how to hide.
“It does not matter what it means, it’s not true. You should have been their top priority. You are important, never forget that.” Watching Lighon sadly shake his head side to side, Adosha knew the little goat needed to forget the hurt he was feeling. “Now Lighon, I want you to close your eyes.”
Trusting Adosha, Lighon immediately relaxed, releasing a deep sigh from his comfortable perch. When his eyes closed completely, the Prince smiled at the small body cradled in his arms. Adosha whistled softly, waiting for the wind to respond. Instantly the wind began to gust with intensity about them. Giving it time to work on the little goat, Adosha silently wondered about the path Kagron was leading them down.
When the wind signaled to Adosha that it was finished, he whistled once more and it stilled completely. The Prince looked over to see Zar, they both know that when Lighon opens his eyes he will no longer remember the incident or the feelings of inferiority Kagron forced upon him. Now they realize that they will need to act on Lighon’s behalf.
“I wonder if Jezzel has heard about this.” The Prince spoke to Zar studying the sleeping goat knowing he would not wake up any time soon.
“Yes, I know what happened,” a familiar voice answered from behind them, Adosha and Zar turned to see the jaguar walking through the large covering of trees. “And King Liron is aware. He is now keeping an eye on Hiluja,” Jezzel grew quiet contemplating what he was going to say next, “Lighon did not see him but it makes me suspicious. As you were being followed, Hiluja showed up uninvited, boldly demanding to see your father. He was turned away but I believe it was just a decoy to distract your father while Kagron or Carlen followed you. They are planning something, I can feel it. But why is Kagron including Hiluja? He has no authority; he’s only a citizen. I hope your father sends Kagron and Carlen on their mission soon. Then Kagron will be stripped of his powers,” Jezzel spoke angrily. His amber eyes narrowed and his body tensed as he thought about the Warriors.
“Why do we have to wait for Kagron to step down? Couldn’t there be three Warriors?” Zar questioned. “Or does Adosha have to wait for Kagron’s power?”
“I doubt you would be given Kagron’s power; we all know that you hold so much more than either Warrior,” Jezzel looked to Adosha for confirmation. “But I do not think we have ever had three Warriors before. I would assume that in the people’s eyes Adosha cannot rise up until Kagron steps down.” Jezzel began leading them deeper into the woods. “We are safe here,” he spoke confidently when he saw the Prince look over his shoulder. “I was hoping you would get here soon. I have never seen Lighon so distraught. He kept telling me what happened over and over again; unable to understand why the Warriors refused to come out and see him.”
“It did not take Kagron long to start rejecting his Warrior’s obligations. He is wrong on many levels, Jezzel, but at least we can prevent it in the future.” Adosha began, steering the conversation in a different direction. “Would you like to become a Warrior’s companion? Not only would you protect and serve Eillios but you will always have the animals’ best interests at heart. We need you, Jezzel,” Adosha persuaded, knowing his question would cause the jaguar to seriously consider all aspects before answering. It is not in Jezzel’s nature to be out openly. He likes to stay out of the public eye. His quest has always been to protect the animals, fighting beside a Warrior would take more than a little adjustment.
“Yes and no, my Prince. I would be honored to serve the kingdom in that fashion, to battle beside a Warrior. But I absolutely refuse to serve with Carlen. It wouldn’t be right. I wish to serve with the next Warrior, after you that is,” he answered with a laugh, looking straight at Zar. “It has to be someone who can become as close to King Liron as I am. Carlen reports to the King but he does not know your father like I do,” the jaguar spoke with conviction.
“I understand.” Adosha smiled, appreciating the respect Jezzel held for his father. “I just do not know who your Warrior will be or how long it will take.”
“You’ve been waiting your whole life, any wait I have will not compare.” Adosha reached out to touch Zar’s mane, knowing that his wait was finally over.
“Where are we going?” Zar asked, noticing that they were traveling deeper into the woods.
“I don’t know but the wind is pulling me, so I will follow,” Jezzel answered. They could see the wind’s effects as it danced over his fur.
Suddenly the wind stopped leading them. They were in a small clearing where the river’s path travels through the forest, splashing against its sandy banks. They were completely alone until the sound of the whirlwind filled their ears. The trees rocked back and forth as the wind grew more powerful with each passing second. Then one voice stilled them all.
“Zar,” King Liron commanded as he appeared directly in front of the group. In his hand he held the golden Royal Warrior’s sword. Zar stepped back, shocked by the sight of his King. The lion watched wordlessly as King Liron aimed the blade toward him. A rush of fire blazed out. Zar could see the flames all around as they overtook him. He was surprised by its cool temperature. Through the fire, King Liron’s voice reached him. “I call you a Warrior’s companion,” Zar could hear raw power in the King’s deep tone.
Everyone watched as Zar’s light lion fur began to deepen in color until every single hair became granite black. It was their private moment, the King did not remove his eyes from the black lion as he continued, “I am giving you a shield to protect you from our enemies. You can now decide to become invisible. Your thoughts are already aligned with my son so I am infusing power in your roar. When you roar, the enemy will tremble with fear. When you roar Eillios will fall away, leaving you and my son to protect her. You do not need Adosha to transport you. Now the power of transport lies within you. You are the Royal Companion, release your roar!” The King commanded.
Zar could not hold back any longer, a power within was controlling him. He could hear the sound in the deep recesses of his chest. Feeling the power given to him, the roar that had begun could no longer be ignored. When the deafening sound left his mouth seconds later, Eillios vanished.
“Where am I?” Zar growled but no one was there to respond. Looking around, the black lion knows he is all alone as he studies his new surroundings. The air is darker; a heavy veil of ash clings to it. He sees a huge jagged mountain in front of him. Then he watches as a fourteen foot tall dragon emerges from its towering cave. Smoke rises from its snout and yet, Zar knows he is safe because the enemy cannot see him. ‘So this is Zorall,’ he decides, edging closer to the dragon wondering if just maybe he should finish the Warriors’ job once and for all. Before he has the opportunity to strike, Zorall begins to flap his black and red scaly wings. Zar can feel the power of the wind created by the creature’s vigorous movements.
When the dragon begins to fly north, Zar opens his mouth to roar again. Instantly he returns to the small forest clearing where Lighon is still in Adosha’s arms, only now he is talking with Jezzel and the Prince.
“Is he gone?” Zar questioned walking past a few trees to reach them. His gruff voice sounded as he looks around, desperately searching for King Liron.
“Yes Zar, he’s gone.” Adosha confirmed when his companion reemerged.
“Zar, what happened to you? You’re all black!” Lighon spoke as he gawked at the jet black lion in front of him.
“I am sorry Lighon, I cannot tell you why just yet.” The lion shook his enormous head but smiled at his little friend. “I give you my word that when I am able, I will tell you.”
“All right, your secret is safe with me but you may have to go into hiding because once everyone sees you, they will want an explanation. Hey, wait a minute you said, ‘is he gone?’ were you talking about King Liron?” Lighon turned his wide eyes to Adosha. “The King was here and I slept through it. Why, oh why, didn’t you wake me up?” Lighon pleaded.
Adosha could see Lighon’s disappointment at the missed opportunity. Sympathetically he shook his head. “It wasn’t time. The only thing that could have roused you was Zar’s roar and it did.”
“Yes and I will never forget that awakening, either,” Lighon added dryly, “in more ways than one.”
Adosha moved to put him on the ground and immediately Lighon rushed to stand in between Jezzel’s front legs. Sitting down, Jezzel watched as the goat scooted back, growing closer still. Content, Lighon nestled down to the ground and soon he was sleeping again.
“Where did you go?” Jezzel wasted no time asking Zar, once he knew Lighon could not listen in.
“Zorall’s mountain.”
‘Zar, disappear. There are people coming your way. Your appearance will evoke too many questions.’ The wind spoke giving the companion just enough time to vanish from sight.
“Hello Prince Adosha.” A woman spoke seconds later; Adosha can see the shock register on her face when she notices the jaguar. The people see him as intimidating; an enigma, just like King Liron.
Unfazed by their mother’s hesitation, her two children rushed forward to see the Prince. “Jesaline and Diiako,” Adosha spoke picking up the oldest child, a little girl and twirling her around when she reached him first.
“Hey Jesa, wait for me,” her brother called out watching his sister twirling in the air as she giggled out loud. When he caught a glimpse of Lighon sleeping in front of Jezzel, he changed his course. “Look at Lighon, why he is sleeping now?” Upon his approach, Jezzel quickly shut his eyes, pretending to be asleep as well. Closer and closer the little boy inched silently, not wanting to awaken the reclusive cat.
When Diiako was close, he quietly dropped to his knees. Every now and then his gaze would travel to the face of the jaguar hesitant to be so close but willing to take the chance since Jezzel’s eyelids were completely shut. Peering down into Lighon’s sleeping face he realized waking him was a lost cause. Looking back up once more he was fully expecting Jezzel to be resting, instead he locked eyes with the cat as Jezzel studied him intently, barely inches away.
With a surprised shout Diiako fell backwards, trying to quickly scoot away from the towering jaguar.
Jezzel’s laughter filled the tense air, shaking Lighon with its power and waking him in the process.
“Hello Diiako,” Lighon jumped to his feet. “Why are you looking at Jezzel like that? Everybody knows Jezzel; he’s one of my closest friends. Haven’t you two met, before?” The young goat looked back and forth between the two, utterly confused.
Diiako timidly answered no.
“It is a pleasure to meet you, Diiako. I think the Prince and I must run along but will you keep Lighon company?” Jezzel questioned watching the child gather the small goat in his arms. The jaguar stood, glancing to Adosha, relieved to see the Prince waiting for him. Knowing that Lighon was content with the children, the three were ready to leave. Stealing one last look behind them, Jezzel caught sight of the woman’s eyes, fear flashed from their depths. Watching her step back, trying to quickly get far away from him, he knew she’d run if she could. Not understanding her reaction, Jezzel turned back around; ready to go where he is welcome.
As the three made their way through the forest, Adosha could feel Zar by his side. Occasionally the lion would brush against him, unintentionally making his presence known. ‘Because you are invisible, let’s go back to the palace. Jezzel’s presence there is expected to the trained eye.’ Adosha spoke into Zar’s thoughts. He knew without hesitation that Jezzel was leading them back to the King. He could feel the wind pulling them to the palace.
‘To the Palace. What an amazing turn of events, not only did I meet your father but now I am allowed to enter the Palace of Liron. I never dreamed I would…’ Zar spoke into Adosha’s thoughts, his voice trailing off as he tried to fathom his new life.
‘It is a change for both of us. Now we can begin to train like the defenders of Eillios that we are.’ At that realization, the Prince quickened his pace, making sure not to appear too eager but he could not wait to hold onto the Warrior’s sword used by his father, grandfather, and more generations than he could count. As his thoughts took off, he was surprised to hear Zar’s laugh exploding throughout his mind.
‘You are excited,’ Zar interrupted, forcing Adosha to stifle back surprised laughter. The Prince kept his eyes focused straight ahead but did not repress his smile. He had forgotten that most of his thoughts are now open to Zar.
‘What is the dark mountain like?’ Adosha questioned curiously. When it comes to the land of Eillios, the Prince is completely knowledgeable but the ways of their enemies are known only to the King and the Warriors.
‘The area had a dark mist over it. I could see but not well. Once I roared, it did not take me very long to figure out where I was. The mountain is absolutely massive but there is a dirtiness that you can touch, the darkness is repressive. Then I saw Zorall. He is just as revolting as you would expect for a man-eating dragon. He’s huge, around fourteen feet tall. I was not near him long but despite his height, he should be relatively easy for the Warriors to destroy, I mean as long as they steer clear of his mouth. If they give him the opportunity, they could wind up as his next meal but in all honesty, I considered going after him by myself, he just left before I could act.’
Adosha digested the new information, relieved when the palace came into view. The Prince was more than ready to be out of the open so he could see his companion face to face.
To his left, Jezzel stopped. Looking at Adosha, waiting for the Prince and Zar to slow, he spoke quietly. “There is somewhere else I need to be.” Adosha knew to trust Jezzel’s instincts.
“Go,” he agreed, not hesitating to continue on the path to his home while the jaguar turned to run in a different direction. Zar kept up his pace beside the Prince.
‘Where do you think he is going?’ Zar questioned, wanting to watch Jezzel leave.
‘To see Hiluja. He is not going to follow Kagron but no one is stopping him from keeping an eye on a citizen.’
‘Should I be the one going instead? Hiluja can spot Jezzel but I am undetectable.’
‘True but when he needs to, Jezzel has plenty of experience staying out of sight. And honestly, Zar, I would rather begin this journey with you by my side.’ Adosha answered with a grin, ecstatic about what they are about to do.
‘What will Warriors’ training entail?’ Zar wondered.
‘I have no idea; it will be a first for both of us.’ They finally entered the palace. Both were surprised to find the Queen waiting for them in the palace entry.
“Hello Adosha. Hello Zar.” She spoke after Adosha closed the door behind them.
“You can see me?” Zar’s deep voice sounded from beside the Prince.
“Oh, no,” she laughed. “Liron told me you both were coming.”
“Whew,” Zar breathed a sigh of relief before appearing to them.
“But it may take me some time to get used to your new dark color.” Rumetha spoke, leading them to the King. Her smile easily revealed her excitement. “So, are you ready to begin?” She turned to look at her son. “This is it; now it’s your moment to rise as a Warrior. You are the destined one that the land needs. Today your father used that sword for the very last time, now it is your turn to harness its power.” With a queen’s grace Rumetha led the Royal Warrior and his Royal Companion to King Liron.
Sharp animal screams grew louder, leading Jezzel to a secluded area nestled between two mountains, surprisingly close to Eillios' populated caves. Although he had never before heard a cheetah crying for help, he knew from the high pitch that it was without a doubt a young cheetah. It was a sound so pitiful and expressive; Jezzel never wanted to hear it again.
Why the baby was in pain, he did not know but as her defender, he would find out. The area was thick with trees, limiting Jezzel's vision when he tried to see just how far away the baby was. As his heavy paws gripped the grassy ground, he pushed off, racing with all his strength needing to get closer to the sound. He could not understand why with all the caves around him, no one had come to aid the crying cub. This is, after all, the heart of Eillios, the land's center of activity. Someone should have come to help by now but he can still hear her cries, even though he is growing closer, they are getting softer which Jezzel knows can only mean one thing, she is losing strength.
Sprinting as quickly as he can, he clears the thick covering of trees, allowing him to see far into the distance. Never would he have expected the scene he rushes upon. Hiluja is standing over the cheetah cub holding a Warrior's sword in his right hand. His laughter is filled with sick pleasure as the cub whimpers in pain. Mercilessly, he continues cutting and taunting her.
Making his presence known, a ferocious growl escapes his lips as he keeps his eyes locked in on the perpetrator. Hiluja leans his tall frame upward, brazenly looking Jezzel in the eyes before returning his attention to the cub on the ground, lying helplessly on a large patch of dirt. It looks as though the ground had been prepared for the occasion. The grass was cut away in a small circle. Brown dirt mingled with the flow of red blood, matting her spotted cream fur into a painful mess. How many strikes and piercings she had suffered through, Jezzel hadn't a clue. When she cried weakly, Hiluja laughed boldly then spoke to Jezzel without bothering to look up.
"You should have come sooner then maybe she could have been saved. Now it is too late for you or anyone else to help her." Jezzel watched a malicious smirk overtake Hiluja's face as he plunged the sword down, once more slicing open her little leg.
Surging faster, Jezzel was less than four feet away when he hollered out, “Stop!”
Hiluja smiled again before lifting up the sword, poised to create another deep cut into the cub’s marred fur.
Knowing his intent, Jezzel attacked ripping into Hiluja’s right arm, causing the Warrior's golden sword to be shaken from him.
“Help!” Hiluja screamed out. “Somebody help me, I am being attacked.” Within seconds the two Warriors were there. Kagron tried to hold onto Jezzel's shoulders, attempting to pull the fierce animal off but he was no match for the jaguar’s strength. As though Kagron was not even there, Jezzel kept on clawing and biting into Hiluja. No longer could the Warriors distinguish Hiluja’s right arm through the blood oozing from Jezzel’s half opened mouth. Hiluja screamed out in pain, falling to the ground unable to resist Jezzel’s force. Seeing that they were losing, the Warriors knew that Hiluja would not last long now that his throat was within reach of Jezzel’s powerful jaw.