Jackal Among Snakes

Orion stepped in front of a large wooden house that was guarded by a great contingent of royal knights. For a few moments, they braced in anticipation of the big man that entered before them. Yet when recognition dawned, one stepped forth.

“Prince Orion?!” the man shouted, infinitely surprised. “You… you’ve returned?” The man took a deep breath, and duty came to the front of his mind. “The king informed us to send you to him as soon as you were found.”

“People say Vasquer is down there,” Orion looked at the man.

Orion and Boarmask passed back through the Burnt Desert, travelling quickly. As time proceeded, Orion felt a sense of urgency—he even carried the knight on occasion to make the journey go faster. And once they passed over the mountains dividing Vasquer from the desert of black sand…

Vasquer. Not the kingdom nor the house, but the snake from which so much of both derived their legitimacy. Though Boarmask had said there was no such thing as a moment of enlightenment and Orion had never found one himself… as soon as he heard the news, his urgency to return to his home redoubled. It felt like a light amidst the tunnel of darkness he walked. This must be the answer he sought.

If any could free him of doubt and indecision, it was surely the one who had started this all: Vasquer.

Once Orion stepped back on the kingdom’s soil, the whispers returned… yet now, they felt strangely alien to him. Indeed, it was difficult to adapt, difficult to sleep. And he did not listen to them. He had another he might receive answers from, another he might find the truth from. And he pursued that goal relentlessly, readily accepting Boarmask’s help to this end. Now, the two of them had been led here by rumors and whispers.

All of that led him here.

“My prince, how did you get here?” another asked, stepping towards Orion. “The king and the guard have been searching for you. Your presence is desperately needed at the palace.”

“Is Vasquer in here?” Orion repeated, unheeding.

“Yes,” one royal knight finally answered, almost off-handedly.

Another knight looked at him angrily, yet quickly stepped up before Orion. “The king has forbidden all to enter here. Please, my prince, return to the palace.”

“The royal family is barred from nowhere,” Orion dismissed, stepping past.

yet followed behind

harm him. His feet moved so quickly he seemed to fly down the stairs, leaving light footsteps and disturbed air

final, incredibly steep flight of stairs. He took them as quickly as the others… yet once he passed a certain point, a gargantuan figure entered his view. Golden, coiled, and bound… he saw Vasquer in all her glory. Her size

across the vast stone chamber. His steps were slow, and a great

off as he, too, witnessed the great serpent of

met the stone chamber housing the great serpent. Rumors dictated she had been trapped and bound by the Bat until very recently. Yet from what Orion saw… she was still bound,

though he walked towards a great protector—a figure of myth that he’d read of for years, manifest in flesh and blood. Boarmask still followed yet made no

slowed as he neared Vasquer. In turn, the snake’s neck craned, her snout reaching out for his body. He felt drawn to her as iron to a magnet, and his hand raised to meet her. His flesh finally brushed against her scales, and it felt

his mind. It was different from the gods’ way, different than his own thoughts… yet even still, its method was familiar. It was like his mother’s touch—curious

so right

mind. It was not like a bursting dam; instead, it was like the dam ceasing to exist in less than a second. His questions, his uncertainties, his self-doubt, his confusion, and his emotional turmoil spilled from his brain, their stagnant waters becoming a flooding river in seconds. He felt a child again, grabbing at his mother’s shins and seeking her comfort from whatever

as uncompromisingly as

sweet and pure that Orion felt small once again. Unlike the words of men, unlike the whispers of gods… he knew this all was real, he felt it in his very being.

in words. The world is

in the glow of this unprecedented relief. Vasquer’s scales were cold

of his ancestor’s making. Minutes passed. But as was human nature… contentment alone soon lost its appeal. Orion remembered why he had come here, what had spurred this confusion, and

head. The information she gave might hurt him. Orion did hesitate. He had thrown himself into danger on behalf of his ideals in the past, but Orion liked pain and suffering no more than any. Vasquer had given him his comfort. Now was

so the

him… they had never come to Berendar to forge a kingdom. They came as protectors, defenders of the world. They sought to establish a bastion against the great

call it an apocalypse was to undermine its power. It was, more than anything, death, destruction, and loss. It was the cold scrutiny of judgement. It decided whether this world was worth

Vasquer… their own children betrayed them. The first son craved dominion over men. He turned protectors into enforcers of his will and declared a kingdom. The second son craved dominion over life. He embraced the unnatural magic of vampirism and

in their ranks and continued disunity until they both perished in their

elves, the origins of the gods… this third son twisted an ambitious conquest into a war of liberation, and a pact of mutual benefit between himself and the spirits into