Dream of Legends Page 19

  The wondrous vision spread out before them, as they paddled out from the river and into the midst of the bay, was simply rapturous to behold. Janus was momentarily spellbound by the entirety of the timeless, beautiful scene. Though his body continued to work his paddle, he stared outward in amazement.

  The undulations of the low waves were smooth and rhythmic, and the Lnuk warriors with the convoy navigated the sea-capable vessels gracefully through the bay’s waters. Any tinges of fear or pent up anxieties within Janus at the prospect of heading into the ocean were quelled as the boats nimbly sliced through the rolling waters.

  The broad expanse of the ocean reached forth under the clear turquoise skies to the distant horizons, beckoning to places beyond the boundaries where sky and sea flowingly intertwined. The awesome sight called powerfully to Janus, with that timeless invitation to worlds of unknown adventures and new experiences. Janus could only guess that the sensation was the deep, primal inspiration that adventurers often felt within the core of their beings, throughout all the ages of every world.

  As the canoes glided across the bay, he noticed that the water itself held a different shade of color from the waters that he had seen back in his own world. Like the sky above them, the waters of the bay held a unique, greenish-blue hue. The richness of the water’s color compared favorably to the luster of a rare jewel.

  The mystical allure present within the regal vision appeared to be something that strongly moved Janus’ companions, as he looked around at their faces. Widened stares of wonder and excited expressions were displayed by all of the exiles, witnessing the tremendous vista spread out before them. Even the stoicism of the Onan warriors had softened, with unmistakable reverence displayed in their miens towards the majestic display of nature. Only the Lnuk warriors, who were likely well-acclimated to such a grand sight, exhibited no exceptional reactions.

  Despite all of the weighty concerns, burdens, and fears within him, Janus could not help but have his spirits lifted up, as his eyes continued to take in the elegance and splendor of the dreamy setting.

  The waters became rougher towards the lip of the bay, where its calmer, more sheltered waters finally met the raw expanse of the ocean. Ayenwatha’s boat skillfully took the lead, helping to set the pace as it guided the seven Lnuk canoes onward.

  Janus felt a reprieve, as his eyes scanned the horizons. Fortune appeared to be with them, if only for the moment, as the sky in all directions was completely clear, empty of any threats of storms.

  He pulled again and again on his paddle, as the canoe rose and fell along the contours of the waves. Once past the mouth of the bay, the rhythm of the waves settled down once again, into a gentler, rolling pattern. It was as if the waves were in reality slow-moving, lowlying hills, watery terrain to be smoothly glided over.

  The temperature out over the waters, buoyed by the soft breezes wafting through the air, was cool and comfortable. The time of day, with the sun now beginning to dip towards the far horizon, was also advantageous. With scant cloud cover to obstruct the rays from that fiery orb, it was fortuitous that they were not in the direct heat of the midday.

  The small formation of vessels continued at a steady pace into the open sea. The shoreline behind them grew more distant, until it was just a solid, ambiguous line.

  Though between two different horizons, the passage was anything but uninteresting. There were plenty of sights to see all around the convoy, the likes of which appeared to fascinate both the foreigners and the Onan. Even the Lnuk did not seem to be completely inured to the abundant signs of life.

  More than once, the waters close to the canoes were agitated with the turbulent passages of large schools of fish. The vast numbers of fish moving beneath the surface churned up the ocean waters into a frothy tumult.

  Numerous sea gulls hovered about in the air above the violent, choppy swathes of water, as they shadowed the passage of the schools of fish. With excited cries they awaited the aftermath of the obvious feeding taking place just below them, as the ranks of predators cleaved into masses of smaller prey.

  The colorful backs of a larger variety of fish broke the surface of the water in many places, their scales refracting the light of the ebbing sun as they splashed back down into the depths.

  It was during one of these episodes, when Janus knew well that the shore was far behind them, that he observed a number of immense dorsal fins cutting through the water, each one towering high into the air. The huge dorsal fins were on the outskirts of the latest schools of fish passing by, swiftly trailing the great multitudes of quarry beneath the surface.

  Janus’ eyes widened, and his heartbeat quickened, as he beheld the fins heralding the presence of titanic newcomers. As he was in the canoe with Ayenwatha, their vessel was one of the first to draw near to the vicinity of one of the gliding leviathans.

  As Ayenwatha seemed to show no outward signs of discomfort, Janus quickly questioned him about the creatures. Ayenwatha must have sensed the panic rising in Janus, as he quickly entreated him to relax, reassuring him that there was no real danger. Ayenwatha then implored one of the Lnuks, paddling just behind Janus, to tell him of the giant sea creatures.

  As the Lnuk warrior informed Janus, the large dorsal fins belonged to a huge, shark-like, sea hunter known as Shrakas. The enormous predators hunted in small packs, and the Lnuks had evidently fished and navigated their boats among them for generations.

  The Lnuk warrior indicated that while they were in the boats, they had little to fear. There had been very few occasions that the great predators had shown any interest in boats. As nervous as Janus felt, he did not want to ask the warrior about those rare exceptions.

  Ayenwatha reassured Janus that the creatures did not attack canoes, though the Onan war sachem displayed a little anxiety as one of the creatures swam very close to their vessel. The dorsal fin soared high above them, and Janus could easily estimate that the creature was more than three times as long as the approximately twenty-five foot boat, if not four times. It was a beast of tremendous bulk, with a girth that was much wider than the beam of the large canoe. As far as Janus was concerned, the canoe did not feel all that safe, and the extremely close proximity of the Shraka was deeply unsettling.

  Yet as the Lnuk warrior had said, the Shrakas paid little heed to the watercrafts. The hulking creatures were apparently content to shadow the schools of the larger type of fish, who would quickly be making one of nature’s age-old transitions from hunter to hunted.

  Janus could feel the tension leaving the air as the great fins drifted away from the canoes, the triangular forms fading behind them with the churning waters from the schools of fish. Yet he barely had time to recover a normalcy of heart rate before the convoy was greeted with yet another incredible view.

  About a mile beyond the sighting of the Shrakas, the occupants of the canoes all saw an immense tail fin break the surface of the water. Off to the right, a little farther off, Janus saw what looked at first to be an island. The seeming island then visibly moved, though, just as Ayenwatha enlightened them to its real nature. A moment later, Janus saw the tail fin and body of a second enormous form in the distance, the great fluke breaking above the surface as the whale plunged to feed in the lower depths.

  The forms belonged to a colossal type of whale. The gigantic creatures, by Ayenwatha’s description, and Janus’ sight of them, were again substantially larger than their counterparts back in his former world. The sight was at once sobering and breathtaking, and his eyes remained riveted upon their tremendous forms until they too faded from sight.

  With the exception of a small number of diminutive, flying reptilian creatures, which glided along the air currents overhead, the convoy encountered no more strange or daunting wildlife during their passage. Janus was not quite sure that his nerves would be able to handle many more surprises, especially considering the immense scale of some of Ave’s incredible denizens.

  The strange, intimidating creatures were a strong reinforcement
to Janus that he still knew very little about their new world. The recognition of that reality also brought with it an increased measure of gratitude towards Ayenwatha and the Onan, for their unwavering patronage of the exiles.

  It was less than an hour later that their destination finally came into view, a timely development as there was not much daylight remaining. At first, their goal was just a hazy lump on the edge of Janus’ vision. Gradually, its features emerged into greater clarity, revealing a long, low island.

  Ayenwatha, the warriors, and the exiles worked harder to increase their pace. The Lnuk guided the boats towards one end of the oblong island, where there was a little inlet that formed a small, natural harbor.

  A small cluster of galleys was pulled up on the curving beach, their single masts lowered, and their oars resting idly on T-shaped racks rising from the decking. A broader, single-masted craft built in a similar fashion to the galleys rested just off the shore at anchor, with its square sail furled. A small rowboat containing a couple of men could be seen making its way slowly out towards the vessel.

  A short distance up from the beach, there was a sprawling cluster of rectangular, timber buildings, of various lengths and construction methods. On a few of the structures, tendrils of smoke were rising lazily skyward through holes set in the middle of the roofs.

  There was a flurry of activity throughout the place. The lively sounds of woodcutting, the clanging of metal, and a chorus of spirited voices carried through the air to the approaching canoes.

  The ships and the people in view were just like the Midragardans that Janus had witnessed before the Darrok raids. Many wore the same, richly colored tunics, though a few had cloaks augmented with furs. Several of those attending to the beached galleys were shirtless, exhibiting the sheen of sweat elicited by heavy manual labors, even despite the cooling breezes.

  In the spaces between the buildings, a cluster of Midragardan children were playing, running around in the company of a few large, wolf-like dogs. Janus could not help but chuckle at the sight of one young boy who was diligently, and futilely, chasing a sizeable, long-limbed cat with a thick coat of fur. The nimble black and white cat easily evaded the efforts of the boisterous youth, though it did not halt the spirited young fellow in his relentless pursuit.

  A standard displaying a flying eagle and a running wolf was rippling high in the air over the boats at the farther edge of the village. The banner blew proudly in the steady air currents, fully revealing the dynamic images woven into it.

  At the sight of the canoes, a number of excited cries rang out among the villagers. A teeming throng of men, women, and children quickly assembled along the edge of the water, as the canoes drew nearer.

  A tall blonde-haired figure with a forked beard emerged from the midst of the assemblage, proceeding to stand alone, several paces in front of the others. Janus immediately recognized the strong-looking man as Eirik, the warrior who had commanded the ship that previously met Ayenwatha and the exiles.

  “Eirik!” Ayenwatha hailed in a loud voice, leaping over the side of his canoe to splash down into the shallow waters.

  The other Lnuk and Onan began to get out of the canoes as well, prompting Janus and his companions to do likewise.

  “Ayenwatha!” Eirik called back with equal fervor. He strode out, beckoning for others to come and help with the canoes, as the other narrow-bodied vessels drifted in alongside the first.

  His eyes scanned the arrivals carefully, taking a methodical, purposeful appraisal of the entire group. His face failed to mask his astonishment at once again seeing the strange visitors that he had encountered back in the tribal lands.

  “This is not an expected visit! What brings you to this far outpost, with such guests?” he queried Ayenwatha, with a look of great curiosity.

  “It is very unexpected for us as well, my friend,” Ayenwatha replied, his expression dampening from the initial brilliance of his greeting.

  Janus strained to listen to the conversation as he helped the Lnuk, Onan, and Midragardans heave and carry the canoes up to rest on the shoreline.

  “What has happened?” inquired Eirik, his voice grave, as he clearly sensed something amiss with Ayenwatha.

  “I fear that the day I have long feared has finally come,” Ayenwatha stated in reply.

  Janus did not like the sounds of Ayenwatha’s words, not in the least bit.

  *

  AYENWATHA

  *

  Ayenwatha did not have to illustrate the point any further, to convey to Eirik the deeply troubling news that the Unifier was now turning His direct attention upon the villages and lands of the Five Realms. They had spoken together often enough of his fear before, as rumors of war traveled far and wide over the lands.

  “A large raid of great flying beasts has struck my village, and destroyed it. We had to warn you, seek your counsel, and ask for your help in this dark time,” Ayenwatha announced to the brawny Midragardan.

  “Large flying beasts?” inquired Eirik, puzzlement and concern etched into his broad face.

  “Bigger than anything my eyes have ever seen in the skies. True monstrosities, perhaps even greater than dragons. These creatures can carry many upon their backs, and the Unifier has equipped them for this purpose. They carried a race of beings in this attack, beings larger than men, with fierce, dog-like faces,” Ayenwatha informed Eirik, using his hands to demonstrate the height, girth, and strange, muzzled faces of the fearsome warriors that they had contended with.

  Eirik’s eyes widened, as he marveled at the descriptions given to him by Ayenwatha.

  “I do not know the flying creatures, but I do know of the others that you describe … these beast-like warriors,” Eirik stated solemnly, his brow furrowing. “Their stories are common among those we trade with in Kiruva. They are without a doubt Trogens, from the lands north and west of Kiruva. That the Unifier has them serving in His ranks is dire news indeed, for they are not known to venture beyond their homelands…. What is the state of your village?”

  Ayenwatha closed his eyes for a moment, his heart sinking with the searing, inner agony evoked from the raw memories of his village’s devastation. As the terrible images played vividly through his mind, he could not help but think of what might even now be occurring back in his homeland.

  “Many were slain, and our dwellings were laid to waste. There is no choice left to the Onan. We are leaving the villages,” Ayenwatha replied. “We have no way of defending our skies. Even were we to be scattered widely among the dense woods, we would have a better chance to survive than to remain vulnerable in the villages.”

  Eirik shook his head slowly, a deeply saddened expression upon his face. He looked away from Ayenwatha, staring up towards the dimming skies in silence for several weighty moments.

  “You and I both know that there is little doubt regarding the attack on your village,” Eirik said heavily, after the lengthy pause. “He meant to strike the first blow at the place where the Sacred Fire was tended. This is what the Unifier is, and what the world, and this age, has come to. People are forced to flee their own lands, just because they choose to live in the way that they wish to.”

  Disgust and bitterness were thick within the stout Midragardan’s tones. His jaw was clenched with tension, as he shook his head again.

  Ayenwatha nodded somberly towards his fair-skinned friend, his own voice low and leaden, as he responded, “It has indeed come to that, and I cannot deny that an invasion of our lands is about to begin. All signs tell us so. Large numbers of the enemy are gathering on our borderlands to the west. It is a great, powerful force, and there is no mistaking its purpose. The enemy has now taken control of the skies over our lands. Our own scouts on the ground are taking more risks than ever, just to keep a few eyes on the movements along our own borders.”

  “And what can I do?” Eirik replied forlornly, looking into Ayenwatha’s gaze.

  Ayenwatha did not miss the trace of hopelessness present deep within the Midragardan�
�s voice. He knew that Eirik did not have the full might of Midragard immediately at hand. His homestead was not the smallest of estates, but it was little more than a modest village in size, merely a staging ground for the traders who interacted with the tribes of the mainland.

  It was obvious that Eirik was feeling overwhelmed in the aftermath of Ayenwatha’s stark tidings, not knowing exactly how he could respond in any meaningful way to the dire plight of the tribes. As it was, Eirik only had at hand a small band of his own men, a few capable bondservants, and whatever trader-warriors were currently visiting his homestead.

  “Stand with us, if you would choose to do so,” Ayenwatha returned firmly, “Just one man can resist wickedness.”

  Eirik fixed Ayenwatha, and the Onan warriors standing in back of him, with a resolute, encompassing expression. His eyes went from one man to the next, looking straight into each of their eyes, reflecting the strength of iron. He then looked away towards the Midragardans gathered around the beach, before turning his eyes to the timber structures beyond.

  Ayenwatha wondered at the thoughts that were surely swirling within the Midragardan warrior’s mind. The Onan sachem did not offer any further arguments or pleas, as the reality of the situation could not be any more clear.

  Once the conflagration had begun, there would be no end to its ravenous hunger, until its flames had turned Eirik’s own homestead to ash. Even Midragard itself would not be spared in the Unifier’s coming storm. Ayenwatha hoped that Eirik understood that stark, but undeniable, truth.

  Eirik turned slowly towards Ayenwatha. If the look in his eyes held the strength of iron before, it was now honed to a razor sharp edge.