Kreken got to the village first and was already on his way home when he saw one of his friends. This person was large and was about six feet tall. He had stone armor on his head, wrists, feet and center body, and the rest of him was a light tan.
“Hi Boulder.” said Kreken.
At this his friend turned around and said, “You forgot again. I’m Pebble. He’s Boulder.”
At this a smaller version of Pebble looked over his ride’s shoulder. Pebble and Boulder were twin brothers, but the reason why they were named the opposite of their size had everyone baffled.
Nidico had finally caught up by this time and was panting. “We ran into Beo again today.”
Pebble said, “Old Cold again? You need to leave him be. At night he…”
“Shhhh!” said Boulder, “We can’t talk about that.”
“Okay they can find out on their own,” said Pebble.
“No. Don’t give them any ideas,” said Boulder.
“Come on, I want to go home,” said Nidico.
“Not until after Legend Telling,” said Kreken excitedly.
Nidico sighed, “Oh, alright,”
Pebble jumped, “I forgot!” They heard a yelp and a thump. They turned to see that Boulder had fallen on the ground due to Pebble’s unexpected jump.
“Warn me next time,” said Boulder.
Legend Telling is when the village members gather to be told a story and occurs once a week in every clan village. A new story was told every night. In the Jungle Clan, they had Beo help with telling scary stories. The Quake Clan had Zarkuno tell the stories with help from Veezou.
After everyone had gathered, Zarkuno stood up. He stands almost six feet tall. His left arm was a sword from the wrist down. Zarkuno’s armor was all silver with yellow pieces mostly resembling lightning, the rest of him was black. He looked like a knight.
Zarkuno taped his sword on the ground three times, a signal for everyone to be quiet. Everyone then leaned forward, waiting for the tale of the week.
“This week we are to speak of the end of the Games,” announced Zarkuno. “Now, the Games were how we Mutant Dragons were tested. The job of Game Keeper was then created. They were to tell the tested one what they must do to continue the trials, until they finally won.”
Veezou stood up and began to speak, “The job was given to Modoc Legend. He did quite well it seemed.”
Nidico shivered. If Beo was the wolf, Modoc was the bear. Beo and Modoc did not get along, period. They had been butting heads for years. It didn’t help that both Beo and Modoc had to be present at island meetings. If Modoc said anything that didn’t please him, Beo would lunge at him. If it wasn’t for sixth in command Garkaiko and his chains, Modoc would be taught a well needed lesson. Some said that Beo would be nicer if Modoc could keep his mouth closed.
“However,” said Zarkuno, scattering Nidico’s thoughts, “Some told our leaders that Modoc mistreated them. Beo, it seemed was the only one that believed it. Everyone just ignored the rumors.”
“All that changed one fateful day,” said Veezou, “Someone from the Typhoon Clan, Hurricane, saw the truth. He found Modoc fighting against one that was being tested, who said he didn’t want to continue. Hurricane stepped in and stopped Modoc.”
Zarkuno finished, “After Hurricane told the leaders of this, the Games were banned, never to be played again.”
“The games we play today serve as a replacement and a reminder of that time,” said Veezou.
“I have looked at the stars,” said Zarkuno.
“Oh no, here we go again,” said Veezou.
“Ignore him,” said a listener.
“The stars show that Modoc has darkness in his heart. For this, I fear the worst,” Zarkuno continued, “However they also show something else.”
He looked and then called, “Kreken, Nidico,” They both got up and came closer. “According to the stars, you will lead Modoc to his downfall,” he said as he tapped Kreken on the head.
At this Veezou began laughing, “You and the stars. In my day, stars said which way to travel, not the future,”
“Do you doubt Destiny?!” yelled Zarkuno, “If you do, you doubt all time itself!”
“You listen. I only believe in worrying about the present, and learning from the past. Now if you ask me, I’d say you should get your head out of the clouds,” said Veezou.
“That’s enough,” I, Turuko said walking up.
Maybe now I should describe myself. My arms and legs are on fire. I have armor with a mix of red, black, yellow, silver and crimson colors. At full height I am seven feet tall. I have two short pipes on my head that spew fire like horns. I have two blades extending from my back that spew fire in the form of wings. Some say I resemble a bull.
Everyone stood at attention. Nidico gulped. I walked right up to Veezou, “What example are you trying to show? You know why we were banished; because the Dragons hated us. So is the reason we try not to hate.”
I leaned forward to get to his eye level since he is five and a half feet tall, “His methods are his problem not yours. You keep to your own problems. Do I make myself clear?”
He sighed, “Yes sir.”
“Good,” I said as I turned around, “Don’t let it happen again. Carry on.” They watched after me until my flames vanished into the night.
Later that night Kreken and Nidico walked home with Pebble and Boulder. “Boulder,” Pebble asked, “do you believe in Destiny?”
“The principle, yes; the predictions, no. Just because someone says something is going to happen doesn’t mean it is destiny.”
“Well I say the predictions are like flipping a coin and picking which side you think it will land on. Sometimes you’re right, sometimes you’re wrong.”
“Good point,” said Kreken.
A member of the Quake Clan ran by. It was Waethery, Kreken and Nidico’s third Teammate for games. He, Kreken, Nidico and Boulder were three feet tall if Kreken and Nidico stood on their back feet. Waethery has three light blue crystal-like spikes attached to his head that formed a protective helmet.
“Don’t forget,” he told them on his way by, “games are in two weeks.”
“Thanks for the reminder,” said Nidico as they reached their homes. Kreken and Nidico’s houses were right next to each other, with Pebble and Boulder living across from them. All the houses were carved out of the desert floor many years before. Each house had a hole to let in air and light.
“Oh dear,” said Pebble.
“Lost the key again?” asked Boulder.
“Yep,” answered Pebble.
Boulder sighed, “You guys have the spare?”
“Certainly,” said Kreken, who then jumped up a few bricks in a pile, jumped on top of his roof and then jumped down the hole in it. A few seconds later a key flew out of the hole and into Boulder’s hand.
Kreken opened his door and walked out to see Nidico staring at him. “What?” said Kreken.
“So that’s how you get in my house every morning,” said an astonished Nidico. At this Kreken giggled.
“See you two later,” said Boulder.
As Pebble turned around, Kreken asked, “What did you mean about Beo earlier?”
“Ask Veezou,” Boulder said over his shoulder as Pebble opened the door.
After the door closed they heard Pebble talking, “I call top bunk!”
“No way! You’ll break it, fall and then squish me!” was Boulder’s response.
Kreken and Nidico looked at each other, shrugged, turned around and went to their doors.
“I’m not helping you study this time,” said Nidico before Kreken could say anything. They both went inside and closed their doors not noticing someone standing around the corner. That someone jumped into the street and began running north to the Legend clan village.
Fatal was watching the crew continue their repairs. Fifty years and they were still fixing the village walls. Signs of cannon fire and dynamite explosions were all over the walls. During the day over eighty workers helped to repair their protective barrier, and had much progress. When night fell however, the workforce went down to fifth-teen, and slowed the speed drastically.
Fatal’s most distinguishing features are his hands. His right hand is engulfed in flames, while his left is frozen solid. To protect everything he touched he had gloves made to cover his hands, which made a new problem, the ends of his gloves were either on fire or frozen. He then made armor to hide his gloves, until he discovered that he couldn’t take the armor off, and it has been that way ever since. Afterward he made golden pieces to put on his armor. He has black arms with a line down the side that’s color depended on which arm it was. His legs were brown while his main body armor was purple. The armor on his right foot was red while on his left was blue. His head had a silver helmet with a piece of it where his mouth should have been, his face was golden and his eyes glowed a dim yellow.
He suddenly realized that he was flipping his coin and stopped. He was told that he needed to control himself or Draco would get involved. It was only Draco’s status that scared him, not Draco himself. But he was told this by Leon who made silly threats.
“Fatal,” said someone who was behind him. He turned to see one of his friends, Albino.
Albino was believed to be half yeti, since he liked the cold so much. He had a black mask that was said to be made of coal. His armor is a light blue, and for some strange reason he added golden cuffs and a cross-strap to the mix, leaving the rest of his body pure white. His spine is curved in a loop, making his head be in the center of his upper body.
“One of your spies for the Quake Clan has reported Kreken and Nidico asking about Beo,” Informed Albino.
At this Fatal sighed, “Well, they should know. I’ll have them sent here tomorrow.”
Albino got worried with this and replied, “But, Modoc might force them to reveal his home. That would get them into enough trouble to be banished.”
“I know the risk!” growled Fatal, “Me and Beo don’t trust them. But I trust Veezou, which is good enough for me.”
Albino shrugged and as he turned said, “If you say so.” He then vanished into the night, leaving Fatal to resume watching the repairs.
Nidico was having a strange dream. He was looking in a mirror and saw himself or he thought it was him. The reflection looked in a way like a four-legged insect with crab-like claws on the end of its arms. He was starting to lose focus and suddenly…
He let out a yell, fell out of his bed, hit the floor and let out a groan. Kreken, having had been the one who woke him up, was standing over him.
“Why must you do that?” asked a drowsy Nidico.
“Sorry, can’t help it,” said Kreken.
“I’ll show you can’t help it,” said Nidico.
A few minutes later they were in the street. They both were the youngest on the island at fifty years of age, making them the only ones in their class. But they also were a problem for some people.
They were now passing Torch Iron, the only Blacksmith on the island’s shop when Torch called them over. “Think you boys can help me later today?” he asked.
Torch stood a full six feet tall if he wasn’t holding his steel hammer. He wore iron boots that he made himself so he didn’t hurt his toes when he dropped something, which he did often. The helmet that he wore had a visor to protect his eyes and resembled a nail head. He also had a problem with the islands population of winged mice, chasing them whenever he got the chance.
“As long as it doesn’t involve the shop,” said Nidico, recalling that in the past, Kreken had broken stuff inside and they both got chased all over the village, sometimes they got Pebble and Boulder into the mix. This also explains why Beo stayed in the jungle most of the time. Beo, when resting, sinks into his own shadow and can feel if someone “Steps” on him. Pebble set the record for stepping on Beo the most. Sometimes in these wild chases, if the path crossed Beo, he would be trampled by everybody.
“No, what I need is someone to take these tools I have up to the Legend Clan village.” Replied Torch.
Eagar to travel they agreed to help.
“Thanks,” said Torch with a slight hint of regret.
I hate that I have to make them go through with Beo’s truth, Torch thought to himself as they walked away.
“Alright our last review is tomorrow. Then in two days we will go over everything in our history,” said Veezou, after the review. He then went to the shelves in the back of the room.
Kreken, remembering what Boulder said last night asked, “Is there something wrong with Beo?”
At this Veezou froze, turned to look at him, a look of regret on his face, and then turned back, “Go find Fatal in the Legend Clan village. He will show you.”
Nidico started, “Can’t you just tell…”
“I already regret letting you know, as it is!” yelled Veezou, slamming his fist down. He then calmed his voice, “I just don’t want you to hate me for this.”
“Just go,” said Veezou.
“But…” began Kreken.
“Go!” yelled Veezou, almost screaming.
Nidico and Kreken both went out the door. After Veezou saw them leave, he slammed his fist into the wall.
“Torch!” a voice called out. At this the Blacksmith woke up from his nap. He saw Kreken and Nidico walking his way.
He then sighed then said to himself, “Might as well get it over with.”
When they got there, Torch told them, “Hang on, it’s in the back, I’ll get it.” He then disappeared behind a corner.
A moment later, he came back with the cart of tools. “Follow me,” he said and then moved down the road to the north. Three minutes later, they were at the north edge of town.
“Okay,” said Torch, “Follow this road and you’ll be there in no time.”
“Thanks,” said Nidico, who then began to push the cart.
Torch watched them go for a moment, and then went back to his shop. He sat in his chair, and went back to sleep, hoping that they wouldn’t blame him for what was to come.
Veezou locked the door and headed south to the Tsunami Clan village. He planned to see an old friend for advice.
On his way he stopped by to see Pebble and Boulder. They were carving dice, he could tell, by the large reject pile. The two couldn’t get the right look for the dice. Veezou recalled that Torch wanted them to make a die design with a rock, and then he would make it out of a better material.
“No, no, no, that one has a crack in it!” complained Boulder. Pebble tossed it, knowing he couldn’t win any argument with him.
Veezou walked over to them so they would know of what might happen. He hoped they could help.