Friday Fantasy ~ Number Eighteen

The Barbarian’s Saving Grace

~ He was a foreigner in this country.

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He was careful to stay to the fringes of the great cities.

Still, there were those who came across him—those from the cities, acting more important than they were—deigning to stop at one of the villages, near the great roads, where he mingled with the simple folk…

The people from the cities hated his differences—dark skin and blue eyes.

They hated his size—heads taller and well-muscled.

They hated when he spoke—words so different from the ones they spoke—yet, words the villagers could feel the meaning of…

Some of the cities’ men would challenge him; though, of course, they would always lose.

He hated it when they persisted to the point where there was a need to kill them…

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He was on a quest.

Sent to roam this country at a wizard’s behest.

Given a rune stone to “guide him” said the wizard; though, he could see no way it guided—it could not find north, no one he met could read it, and he could not see any way it could serve as a key…

But, there had been times he had shown it and the person would react a certain way, look a certain direction, twitch with a certain pattern…

Over the years, he learned to remember these responses and used them to build a memory-map—a place in his mind that he felt pointing this way and not that, leading that way and not this…

And, even though he had been wandering for nine years, he had no complaints to speak of.

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The wizard had told him he would meet a griffin.

He didn’t believe the wizard; but, he kept that to himself.

Griffins were made from imagination—lion bodies, eagle heads and wings…

Yet, the wizard had paid him with a pack full of gold pieces—to wander around with a rune stone and find a griffin who would be in trouble…

He could not see how, even if there were a real griffin, it could ever need the help of someone like him.

He was very strong; but, an eagle-lion was certainly stronger…

~~~

So, the barbarian continued to roam; spending his gold wisely; living a carefree life; slowly learning to obey his memory-map; seeming, at times, to feel he was headed toward a certain destination; and, hardly ever having to kill a proud man with something to prove…

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Half-way into the tenth year of his trek, he began to notice the rune stone getting warmer…

And, those he showed it to would react more strongly—all looking the same direction, all twitching exactly the same way…

His journey began to have some mysterious meaning, even if he never met a real griffin…

~~~

One day, when the sun was hotter than usual and the air was strange with a smell like death, he thought he saw a lion running along the crest of a hill.

But wait…

He is jumping off the cliff…

He is flying!

But… he looks to be lacking control…

The barbarian found himself running, at breakneck speed, to where he saw the griffin fall…

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The further he ran the slower he got.

He began to cough and felt his breathing get stiff.

Just as he stumbled to the ground he reached a pit and saw the griffin down at the bottom, struggling to spread its wings in the cramped space.

He could hardly breath…

The griffin was screaming…

~~~

He passed out and fell into the pit.

As he rolled off the griffin’s thrashing body, hitting bottom, the rune stone fell from his pouch.

It began to glow…

The griffin, near death, stared at the stone’s symbol, began to utter a sound—piercing yet sweet…

It woke the barbarian.

He saw the griffin looking at his rune stone, he heard the griffin sounding its compelling call, and realized the animal was saying what the rune meant…

~~~

The air began to smell clean.

The griffin plucked him up by his hair and clawed its way to the top of the pit.

He began to regain his strength, could breath easier…

He sat up and stared straight into those golden eyes—thought he could hear the griffin speak in his mind…

“You have saved the world. You will now be known as a Hero. I will be always ready to aid you. Prepare for a very hard life. Prepare for unbelievable adventure.”

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Of course, you have undoubtedly read the tales of the barbarian who tamed a griffin?

Of course, they are exciting.

Of course, they can’t be true…

Copyright, 2014, Alexander M Zoltai
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Friday Fantasy ~~~ Number Seven

Copyright, 2014, Alexander M Zoltai

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And The Lowly Shall Rise

Every soul had taken flight, but one.

The people of the village ran, terrified, into the hills—the Outcast, Fremqul, walked down the steep path from his hideout in the hills.

The people had been warned about the HydraWoman approaching the village—Fremqul didn’t have a clue.

He did wonder at their mass exodus but decided the Sun was, quite surprisingly, blessing him.

Plenty of time to ransack their huts—find those gems they hide away…

There was no value in the gems for Fremqul but to stare at them and watch the Sun play in their depths…

He had been banned from the village twenty years before—made an Outcast by the people, turned himself into a Berserker—none being able to stop him when he had worked himself up for an attack.

He worshiped but two things—the Sun and the gems that so loved the Sun…

No need today for the crazed running and wild gyrations he used to avoid the villagers’ spears, no need to get in and out quickly—he strolled toward the village, thanking the Sun.

He approached the Headman’s hut, sure of finding the most gems in this most elaborate dwelling.

He was right—left the hut with gems dripping from his hands.

This was when he heard the wailing…

HydraWoman?

He ducked back into the hut, threw the gems he had into a basket along with six more handfuls, rushed back out and saw the Monster floating rapidly towards him.

Then… HydraWoman stopped advancing, turned, and hissed horribly, her multitudinous arms flailing.

Fremqul spotted her worry—Tusker, the giant Boar.

She looks afraid… What in Sun’s name is happening?

Fremqul then noticed the trail of blood and the spout of crimson issuing from the Boar’s back.

Boar can’t die…? blood poison for HydraWoman…?

The Boar was snorting at the Hydra and the Hydra was spewing a green gas as she hissed—the gas, in fact, capable of killing the Boar.

The standoff fascinated Fremqul. He slowly circled the Headman’s hut, positioning himself to watch and, hopefully, not be noticed…

He had never actually seen Tusker or HydraWoman—certainly had heard about them as he grew up…

Blood stopping Hydra. Gas holding off Tusker…

He decided the confrontation was really none of his business and slowly began a backwards retreat toward the hills.

Tusker backed away from the Hydra and made a wide circle that began to look like it might end up between Fremqul and the hills.

Just as Fremqul got to the path up, Tusker had arrived in front of him, facing the towering Hydra.

Damn! Blood and gas both deadly… Rushing up hill dangerous…

He froze to the spot and began to pray aloud:

“Oh! Sun Father!
I am a gross sinner!
But, I am still Thy child!
Please, protect me!!”

Tusker and HydraWoman were still locked in mutually repelling confrontation and Fremqul didn’t dare move…

Silly man, shouting a prayer… Damned lucky they hate each other so…

He began to wonder at Tusker’s coming round in front of him but suddenly had something else to contemplate.

He heard the screech and felt the battering wind from the wings…

Griffin! Servant of Sun!!

The HydraWoman rose to meet Griffin in the air—Tusker turned and faced Fremqul.

Shit! Now what?!

As if everything that had just happened hadn’t already swamped his mind, Fremqul now heard Tusker speak to him:

“Man. My blood can in no wise harm thee. Fables about me hide my truth.”

“You are talking to me…”

” I am and you must listen, carefully.”

“Sure………”

“Have I ever killed a human?”

Fremqul had a bit of trouble thinking about what he had learned of the stories about Tusker, with all the hissing and screeching above him, not to mention his having to hold fast to a rock outcropping to avoid being knocked over by the blast from Griffin’s wings.

“Give me a minute…”

“We have only a short time. Griffin can hold HydraWoman off but not banish her. We must do that. Again, have I ever killed a human?”

Fremqul’s mind began to focus.

“Did you say we have to chase off HydraWoman?!”

“Yes, we must. A third time—have I ever killed a human?”

“Uuuh… Can’t remember… I think, perhaps not?”

“True. One other question. Is Griffin your friend?”

“My— Say, Mr. Tusker, why the questions? Are we not both in a dangerous situation? I have heard that Griffin hates you…”

“He does but he hates HydraWoman more. Again, is Griffin your friend?”

Damn! What in holy hell is happening?

Griffin and the Hydra were rising higher as their screechings and hissings came louder…

“Man, if Griffin is not your friend, we are both lost. Griffin, though mighty, might eventually tire, HydraWoman vanquishing him—then her gas will kill you. Though, HydraWoman may tire for a bit—then, Griffin kills me.”

Fremqul had no idea he would say his next words:

“Griffin is in truth my friend—I love Sun and Sun is Father of Griffin—I love gems and Sun loves gems. Griffin must love gems, so—”

“You have gems?!”

“I do”, said Fremqul as he opened his basket—Griffin’s wind blowing him over, the gems twinkling to the ground.

Things changed quickly.

HydraWoman’s green gas stopped spewing.

Tusker shouted, “Throw the gems at her!!”

Fremqul was beyond questioning—repeatedly slung handfuls of gems at HydraWoman.

Remarkably, she ceased her attentions towards Griffin and caught all the gems in her countless arms.

Tusker, still spouting a fountain of blood, rushed the Hydra.

Her feet began to boil as Tusker’s blood flooded them.

She sank into the boiling, legs then body then head, all in a frenzied roiling.

Soon, there was nothing left of HydraWoman but steam, which dissipated quickly in the wind from Griffin’s wings.

The Boar’s bleeding stopped.

Griffin landed between Fremqul and Tusker.

Not surprisingly, Griffin spoke:

“Fremqul, my friend, you have saved the village from the Hydra and you have saved the Boar from my vengeance.”

Fremqul fainted.

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The people of the village had watched the drama from high in the hills and were now standing in a cluster around Fremqul’s body.

The Headman knelt down and shook him.

Fremquil woke to what he immediately reckoned as his executioners.

The Headman smiled at him and said:

“Do not fear. All is forgiven. You have saved us.”

~~~

Fremqul stayed in the hills but stopped being a Beserker.

Why try to frighten and steal from the village when they freely brought him all he would ever need…

He never saw Tusker or Griffin again.

He had all the time in the world to stare into the depths of his gems and pray to Sun…
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