Death dragged her paralysed prisoner to the meeting place the
4 horsemen had agreed to in their millennia of captivity. The Bermuda triangle, ones a mysterious place with a well-balanced
tourist interest,
was burning in the horizon.
When she arrived only Satan was awaiting her. Grateful for his presents Agas
bowed down and offered him the eyes. Satan took them from her and dropped
them in his pocket. He looked at her with cold eyes. Agas needed no more
praise.
"My Lord, where are the others?" she asked.
"Still wandering around. Give the signal Death and they'll come."
Agas looked up at the skies. The signal was snowfall. Something that would
neither be expected nor liked by any of the riders. It was something so
strange and pure they would only use it in times of distress. And for this
little meeting then.
"Are we really going to go through with this?" Agas suddenly asked
Satan.
"Yes. I've grown tired of my horse."
Agas looked melancholic at her pale horse. It had followed her in many
dangers. 'But can it think?' she asked herself and knew the answer. No, it
was just an animal. Agas looked at the black clouds of her thunderstorm and
wondered why she'd have to destroy such a lovely display of blackness with
the purity of falling snow. But she had too to please Satan. Slowly she let
the thunderstorm fade away and the temperature drop. Snow started falling.
Almost immediately Aray appeared. The horsemen of war was very irritated by
the snow. Her red-golden hair was almost standing straight up and her
fingers were clasped tightly around her sword.
"What did you think you were doing?! The snow will put out my
fires!" she screamed.
Satan intervened, "I called you for our appointment, remember."
Aray looked up at the first horsemen with eyes that could and had killed,
though she'd never do that to Satan, she wasn't suicidal. Aray started
tapping her fingers while they waited for Famine to show up. A few minutes
later the third horsemen came in from the North. He too wasn't very pleased
since the snow had started falling when he had just discovered a festering
wound of sin, a gambling joint.
"Did the meeting have to be now?" he asked.
"Yes. The sooner the better." Satan told him.
That one reply was enough to get Famine silent. Since all horsemen were
present, Satan started the meeting.
"As you all know, I've told you about these young creatures in the
universe. Dragons they are called." Satan looked around to each of his
fellow riders, "Dragons possess great intelligence and powers. But
above all humans seem to be a lot more scared about them than they are about
our horses. Wouldn't you love riding down on winged reptiles when Judgement
Day has finally come?"
"Yes, but is it worth leaving earth alone for the time it takes to
raise a dragon?" Aray interrupted.
"It wouldn't unless you take into count some unusual draconic
abilities. We could be back here tomorrow. Same place, same hour."
That said the deal about the dragons seemed a lot more doable. Aray
suspected Satan to have let it out just to make a grand impression.
"There is still one thing we need to decide on."
"What?" Famine asked.
"There are two places we can go too. I think we best go two by two. I
suggest me and Death, while Famine and War go another way."
Of course that choice had other purposes too. Satan was well aware of Aray's
disliking towards him. Sending her off alone would ask for problems. Sending
her off with Death would cause even bigger problems as the poor delusional
woman would be easily swayed to drop her loyalty toward him. Famine however
he could trust.
"Deal, but I get to choose where I go!" Aray shouted out.
Satan smiled, he had anticipated this.
"Sure you can choose.", he said, "Either you go to Arx Atra Mons or to The
special dark frenzy at Sanrix Azon."
Satan had deliberatly entered that one word 'special' into the whole
sentence for Aray to think he'd wanted to go there. In fact he couldn't care
less about the dark frenzy. The dragons were dark, yes, but the beasts at
Arx Atra Mons, hydras and not real dragons would still be more violent.
"Azon." Aray said.
Satan smiled a sweet, rather sad smile to add to the effect and said: "It is
settled."
Satan grabbed Agas' hand and disappeared with her before Aray could think
about why she had chosen that place. The trip to Arx Atra Mons was short and
the dark atmosphere around thearena was downright deadly. Agas looked up at
the sky and noticed it was dark.
"Perfect." she said, "How did you know I wanted to come here?"
Satan gently took her hand and kissed it, "Because I know you my dear."
"You know he tricked you?" Famine asked Aray.
Aray blinked her eyes for a second and then saw how she had been
manipulated. Her eyes narrowed and she was about to go after Satan when
Famine grabbed her.
"A deal is a deal, and things have a way of working out."
"You think the dragons at Azon are stronger?" Aray asked.
A small grin appeared on Famine's face."Likely." he said, "Arx Atra Mons
isn't the only one with hydras."
He took Aray by the hand and lifted them out to Sanrix Azon. No dark skies
awaited them there, just the sight of 21 female dragons ranging from small
to big, from dark to vicious.
"I see what you mean." Aray said when she noted the many hydras on the
sands.
Kimberlyn
waited. The snow fell through him giving him a weird cold sensation inside.
Dragons? Did they really mean that? And what would the Apocalypse be like if
the 4 horsemen were joined by 4 equally evil dragons? There wouldn't be a
human left within the year. But what was he supposed to do about it?
The answer lay in front of him and yet he was slightly hesitant to take the
option. Would he be able to take care of a dragon? Would he find a dragon
suited for his quest? A dragon strong enough to face their four? With good
on his side he might win due to the cosmic balance which always suggested
good came after evil... but still.
Kimberlyn sighed. Any way he turned it, it came out the same. A dragon was
his only option. Kymberlyn got up and raced through the air and the
universe, trying to find a dragon strong enough to defeat this new threat.
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