The wind whistled through the trees. There were many reasons to be upset, since the Naxos had been overthrown. He was a dragon who helped rule the nether kingdoms, and actually persuaded King Charles to avert his war with the Elves of Elvira. Did they have enough gumption to follow the dragon’s advice? He would have to go alone, & nobody knew whether this would lead. This was the last stand of dragons against the forces of darkness and black magic.
They decided to take Carr along for the journey. He had a red three cornered cap, with a feather in it. Carr was a master of red magic, & he could wield a rapier. They were still trying to understand the prophecy, & many or us were still puzzled. What would be the outcome of this omen? No one could decipher what was written on the obelisk:
“The earth is rotting, the sea is wild…”
They could not understand why this would apply to our country, Marginalia, but we were struck with terror. What was the reason of the earth’s rotting? No one could be certain, but the sage Sarda would know. Tefl drew his sword and made an ‘X’ in the sand. “This is Nitla pass,” said he, ” and we will go no further. We will camp here for the night.” Every one of them, including Carr, gathered wood for the fire, while Tefl folded up the map. The sun was setting, and the sky was crimson red and burnt orange. The wind was dying down, and they could hear the jeweled scarabs making noise as they unfolded the sleeping bags.
Poxig talked of the fool on the hill that night. It was well known that on the top of Mt. Crump, the Jongleur lived, with his massive library. It was no secret that the imps had been trying to torch the library, but King Charles protected the great library with soldiers from the elite guard.
“We thought he might be nuts,” said Lakfi, “but he is actually intelligent.”
“I didn’t know, ” said Sheila Nesta, the translator and healer. “But I knew he tells riddles.”
“Won’t you tell one, Poxig?” said Lakfi.
“Ok. Here it goes. What flies but has no wings?” asked Poxig.
“That’s easy,” he said.
“Oh, then what is it?” she asked.
“Well, my money seems to fly away,” Tefl rejoined.
“Time.” he said.
“Ah, yes.” said Nesta.
“Well, there are many others, but I’ll let Jongleur tell you himself,” Poxig said.
Tefl grunted in assent. Due to the warrior code, he didn’t say much. He would only speak when he had something meaningful to say. Tefl was shining his metal helmet with a rag. As he cleaned his sword to get the imp blood off of it, he said:
“Sic Transit Gloria…”
“Glory fades,” said Nesta.