Legends Are Real - Chapter I: Plans

Ventarr slowly opened his eyes. He groaned with pain as he struggled to rise. He propped himself up on one arm, and looked around. He was in a medical hut. The walls were painted brown and there was a red cross painted on the walls. There was a small table next to him; it held a cup of water.

He reached over (rather painfully) with his other arm - and took the cup of water. He slowly and carefully sipped from it. He put it back down on the table, and began to lie back down... then it all came back to him. A series of images of what had happened to him in the canyon - Ventarr's hand shot up to his neck. There were stitches. He lay down again - and found he was already exhausted. He slowly closed his eyes...

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"He must've woken up earlier - look - the cup's half empty."

Ventarr slowly opened his eyes again and shielded his eyes from the sunlight that was pouring into the room.

"He's awake!!" He looked around. Two Agori were facing him - he recognised the guard he had whispered to and the leader of the city of Vulcanus - Raanu.

"Mmmm..." he mumbled. Raanu lent forward.

"I am Raanu, leader of Vulcanus. Felmar here told me how you nearly crashed into him - and what you told him. I would like to know what compelled you say those words. What have you seen?" Raanu's voice was gentle but firm. Ventarr sighed, and leaned back a bit.

"I was sent on a scouting mission..."

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And so Ventarr told his tale.

When he had finished, Raanu leant away from him. "You should finish off your water." said Raanu and handed Ventarr the cup. Ventarr drank in one gulp. "So now. We have a situation. This would've happened eventually, anyway." Felmar tilted his head to the side.

"What do you mean?" Felmar inquired.

"The Legends. The Dark Ones. The Bane of Agori. Some of their many names. Supposedly they were beings from another universe. It is unknown how they arrived on Spherus Magna. But according to old folk tales, they were supposedly dormat for centuries. Most of their origins are unknown. But then - do you remember Gelar?"

"Gelar?" Felmar raised his eyebrows. "You mean that Agori Prophet?"

"That's the one. You see, Gelar - who has now passed away, bless him - was a prophet - and everything he said was true. And the last words he said were 'beware the Dark Ones'," Raanu began to pace around the room. "Dark Ones being one of the many names of The Legends. And we put two and two together and got four - The Legends are Real. It is unknown what their purpose is - but they kill Agori." Ventarr sat up.

"Sooo... why wasn't I killed - not that I want to be - but why not?"

"That is something we don't know. Forgive me, how impolite I've been! I have not even asked your name!"

"My name is Ventarr, Scout of the Sand Warriors."

"Ahah... you are a Zesk?"

"Indeed."

"We know nothing of The Legends - what they want or what they might be planning," went on Raanu. "But we know that they hate Agori. We will send word to all the cities - tell them of the threat. We must strengthen our defenses and stay prepared. They may strike at any of us, at any time..."

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So the day passed. The message was passed on. Defences were strengthened, Agori were added to patrols, and it was forbidden to go to Creep Canyon.

It was night now. And down in Creep Canyon three beings conversed in the darkness.

"Delak - what is the plan? Would you explain why we let the Agori scum go?"

"That will all be told to you in due time," said the one called Delak. "In the meantime - they must have passed on a message. Defences will have been strengthened. Be patient, Lerak." "Now. Ganarl. You will attack from the North West. Lerak - North East. I will surprise them from the South once you have drawn their attention. Now get ready. We march of Tesara in three hours."