13- LEGEND OF NEVETSECNUAC - THE UNEXPECTED VISITOR - SECTION 8

From that day forth, now that they had shared a drop of blood, Tekuob’s and Koever’s covert friendship bond had progressed (evolved) into a special phase of kinship bind (tie); and, despite being two distinct species, in their heart and mind they became as one, akin to that of elder brother who was highly protective of his little sister. Astutely, however, they kept it all, including her ensued advantages, a closely guarded secret from everyone.

01- TEKUOB AND KOEVER - THE BOND (1) JP

Thenceforth, Tekuob looked forward to, when her big brother and indomitable mentor Koever was assigned all night long to lone (sole) sentry duty in the tower; for then forsaking sleep, she would vicariously experience the (via sign language) imparted info about the varied places, people, and things that existed on the island beyond the narrow confines of the tower.

 These times she, with fresh enthusiasm and delight assimilated (learned) every bit of the fostered erudition (knowledge) about this mysterious Island, which the extensive data as well specified (listed): the precise whereabouts of the underground water reservoirs; the ductile zones that supported rich soil for profitable farming; the territories that contained hefty deposits of various minerals beneath the surface layer; the locales of protective valleys and dense forests; the  exact number of high ridges (precipices) and the deep caverns that lay within the island and much more.

Tekuob, also learned to identify, through Koever’s diagrams (illustrations, drawings), of about hundred and twenty healing herbs, easily found in the mountainous regions, which he had diligently amassed (a composite list) and documented it in a private leather-bound notebook.

Koever, at some point, with his keen acumen (shrewdness) anticipating Tekuob’s future aim- of absconding from her captors-, subtly warned her about the prevalent dangers of the rough regions (wilds); hence, extrapolating on the existing predatory beasts and the hazardous topography, specifically the pockets of mire (quicksands, marsh) that she was advised to at all costs avoid trespassing on.

Koever, moreover, deducing (considering) her future need to aptly fend for herself, surreptitiously designed a special shield (armor) and a weapon akin (similar) to his, but one that could easily be wielded by her. He then called in a favor from a trusted colleague who was also a metalsmith (blacksmith) and generously paid (spent) five months wages, for the special project. Upon their construction (completion), one night he had shyly presented both items to her, which he did not need to caution she keep it a secret from everyone else.

“They are such a wonderous, thoughtful gifts! I shall treasure it forever and ever!” She had looked up at him with a loving gaze and stars in her eyes. Then bashfully smiled, and tried to gesticulate (gesture) her thanks, this time using more modest and appropriate sign language; however, Koever quickly held out his hand to stop her. Her meaning had been clear and he had understood well, her strange vernacular (dialect, argot) articulation.

Her delight, meanwhile, had suffused (filled) his heart with special warmth; nevertheless, he’d quickly next, with decorum (dignity), brushed aside her gratitude, indicating to her, that it was a mere trifle.

“But you should name your spear/sword, to make it sing to your soul.” Koever, next gestured his brotherly advice. “You may ponder on it, over the next couple of days.”

“No need; I already thought of a name: I shall call it ‘Blue Constellation’”. She gestured gleefully.

“It’s a fitting (apt, good) name!”  Koever, nodded approvingly, then smiled.

Koever, henceforth, on nights of his solitary sentry (guard) duty, breaking the rules and riding the winds, frequently whisked her away to a remote distant spot where they practiced (sparred) covertly, usually on some mountain top (summit, crest) without abandon, though they always returned just before dawn.

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Therefore, by degrees (little by little), Tekuob acquired new fighting aptitudes (talents, maneuvers) from her mentor Koever- as he, unwearyingly (meticulously) and unobtrusively instructed her on the varied, key (essential) combat techniques (knacks) that might one day prove useful in defense, or perhaps even save her life.

Tekuob, with her inexorable, indomitable zeal, and tenacious spirit, armed with this superior weapon “Blue Constellation”, thus was transformed in matter of seven months, to become virtually, (almost) an invincible warrior.

The times “Blue Constellation” was not in use, Tekuob had it carefully stored away- kept it well concealed at the very bottom of her ebony chest that contained few personal belongings: such as, three pairs of warm socks, two vests, some undergarments and two other appropriate dresses specially tailored (made) for her. There was also one pair of fur slippers, one additional leather footgear and of course a fur-coat to keep out the atypical icy chill winds that manifested without warning for at least four or five times every year, then swept through every surface region on the island lasting two or three weeks and leaving behind it, subzero (frozen) death and devastation.

 The ebony chest with its contents had been, prior, conjointly (jointly) gifted to Tekuob, shortly after she had won her captors, the Wolfarous guards’ covert acceptance and then high esteem. The chest had also contained few, banal (trite, prosaic) curiosity items: gewgaws (invaluable trinkets, pebbles, unusual rocks), that only carried sentimental value to her.

03-  KOEVER'S DIRECT WOLFGAROUS SUPERVISOR TYR,  (11)2

Of course, Koever’s astute, direct superior Tyr, had noticed the slight irregularity in Koever’s candid demeanor and usual breath; consequently, he suspected a breach.

However, because Tyr was genuinely fond of Koever, as he had since infancy watched Koever grow into a fine young warrior, Tyr chose to turn a blind eye to these perceived eccentricities and adolescent oddities (foibles), so long as it went unnoticed by his peers (elders, superior commander) and another sentry.

About this time Koever, now bit more mature, had also began noticing some innate (hereditary) changes in him: for instance, that he now was capable to shapeshifting into any form (species) so long as in his mind he envisioned (visualized) and keenly concentrated on the image, as he simultaneously, resolutely (tenaciously) willed himself to be it. Furthermore, he could attain invisibility at will, a trait that was quite rare, nonexistent even, in any other of his kind. But then he had always suspected that he was inimitable (unique) meld, an incomparable rarity from the rest of Wolfarous, though he did not know of the reason.

Koever had scant knowledge of his parents, for they had been lost to him when he was a two-year-old toddler, and he had no other living relations, whom he could approach and ask. Tyr, his foster(surrogate) uncle, one he had always looked up to and trusted more than the rest, was the closest being he had to kin. Even so, being perpetually circumspect (chary, circumspect) in nature, a characteristic which Tyr had ardently advocated and meticulously instilled in him from the age three- Koever hence, guarded (shielded) these current advantageous abilities (traits) and kept them well hidden from everyone, even Tyr and Tekuob, till he understood it better.

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One tedious (ordinary, mundane) night, when the tempestuous (stormy) weather kept Koever and Tekuob indoors, seated by the hearth (fireplace), the dreary atmosphere being apt, Tekuob was then informed (and subtly warned) of the existence of, rigorously monitored, though rarely curtailed (checked), pockets of remote, recalcitrant settlements on the island. The worst of it being the highly disciplined, well armed, carnivore/warrior/primate-species with superior intellect, known as Zotzors.

04- ZOTZORS -CARNIVOR SPECIES OF THE DENSE FOREST

Koever had then primed (informed) Tekuob, that these hostile and most powerful species had thick long white hairs which covered their entire bodies and face; they possessed long canine fangs, and razor-sharp talons (claws, nails); and that, they were adept (capable) of rotating their heads 180 degrees like an owl and, as well, capable of leaping over 60 times their own body length.

Tekuob was next more directly (explicitly) cautioned by Koever, about the combatant Zotzors, who dwelled in the densest part of the remote forests and periodically struck (in sporadic raids) with stealth and deadly precision, the remote settlements, chiefly to obtain coveted fresh meat. This militant (armed force of) Zotzors besides, infrequently captured and consumed any would be trespasser species, regardless of palatability, which breached into their terrain (precinct) or were simply unfortunate enough to by accident venture into their forbidden zones.

“Most of the inhabitants of the island, thus, assiduously (incessantly) avoids the cannibal Zotzors and their regions.” Koever pensively methodically gestured, summing up the deemed necessary caveat (warning), his focus still affixed (pinned) at the dancing flames in the hearth.

Sensing (noting) just then, however, that she was perturbed, even frightened by the conjured, vivid images of Zotzors in her mind’s eye- Koever quickly changed the subject to a more insipid (bland, anodyne, banal) topic:

Tekuob, was consecutively (sequentially) and succinctly enlightened thence, instead, on Wolfarous’ relevant, jaundiced (cynical, dreary) history and politics; the existing, complex hierarchy; and finally, the meaning behind each symbol (emblems, insignias, logos) engrained on every sentry’s armor.

05- KOEVER WOLFGAROUS (10) JP

Afterwards, to enliven the mood, Koever, had modestly (timidly, reservedly) relayed to Tekuob, Wolfarous’ classified, though very much intriguing (fascinating), ancient custom pertaining to matrimony (nuptials, wedlock), which were extensive in application (presentation, relevance). Though Koever was still incredibly young, Tyr had made sure he had attained (learned) these facts; Koever unstinting with his knowledge, currently passed it onto Tekuob.

06-  SUNTAROK AND TEREKONS JP

Lastly, Tekuob was enlightened a bit about the apostolic segregated group Terekons; and even though Koever had gone over the info tersely and laconically, she’d still detected (picked up) Koever’s intense dislike of these new masters (ruling elite), specifically one that was named Suntarok, but chose not to press… She trusted him to unburden himself another time when he was ready. Koever appreciated her sensitivity and tact and loved her even more for it.

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Subsequent nights, Tekuob, learned of the vast reservoir of the bizarre complexities of Wolfarous’ beliefs, rules and regulations that were stringently followed. She had eagerly absorbed all these facts, because one, she always had an insatiable thirst for knowledge, and second, it helped bear her otherwise intolerable solitary (forced) confinement and longing (yearning) or worrying about the welfare of her twins, Nevetsecnuac and Lord Asger.

Nevertheless, all this unreservedly gained (liberally procured) knowledge would one day in future be a tremendous (immeasurable) help to her.

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The intrepid Wolfarous, Koever, meanwhile, had also greatly benefited from these exhilarating reciprocal times of erudition (knowledge) and cerebral repartee.

At each night’s sentry duty at the Tower, he looked forward to seeing Tekuob’s smiley face and assimilating ( processing) the vibrations of her soothing, melodical tone; particularly those times, when she forgetting herself, spontaneously, vociferously articulated (rattled on, enunciated) the details of her vastly different, wonderous world, that Koever nevertheless grasped, and from thereon, these vicarious, vivid imaginings danced in his mind, besides being eternally preserved his in memory.

Nor did Koever once considered the notion (inkling) that, Tekuob’s homesickness might have variegated (enhanced, calicoed) her already bias version, which was far from reality.

Koever, thus lured (enticed), was hopelessly (drawn) entranced by the fascinating accounts of the envisaged beauty of mother nature and noble beings, the elaborate customs (ethnicity, habits, and traditions) of the vastly diverse cultures occupying the peripheral (fringe) world, beyond the island. Some of it he naturally had trouble comprehending or envisioning (visualizing), specifically the irrational, yet stringently enforced, complex moral codes of social interactions of the multitudes (plebians) and the supercilious (haughty) demands or bizarre quirks (idiosyncrasies) of aristocracy; nevertheless, he gave it the best interpretation that he could muster or, visualized an akin representation (picture) that made sense to him, then filed it away in the coffers (chests) of his prized memory archives.

Koever’s young, enthusiastic imagination meantime, had ignited and fostered in him the spontaneous yen to (seek out) explore the strange new worlds beyond. Two distinct species yet they were now of one heart- shared the same ardent, zealous secret aim- to escape the confines of the island.

Its imperative to note at this point, that Wolfarous elders (chieftains) had long ago abandoned the idea of absconding from the magic island, in search of better horizons. Their species had for two decades hence, had markedly evolved, though being complacent, non had ever made the least effort to, raise the question or, via flight, try mastering (commandeering) the magnetic forces and the swift air currents that perpetually engulfed the higher atmosphere, in order to secede (break away) and explore (seek-out) the extant outside world.

 

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The Immortal Sthetor’s deeply ingrained (rooted) prejudice against the Wolfarous, meanwhile, had detrimentally blinded him to all the recent, deliberately concealed, cumulative congenital prowess, superior adroitness, Wolfarous’ amassed military force, and finally, the rising significance of Koever.

For one thing, Wolfarous by and large (generally) possessed the ancient genome, which made them impervious (resistant, invulnerable) to any dragon fire. More importantly, this last decade, an infrequent (rare) number of Wofarous, Koever being one, now carried the extra chromosome in the corpuses of the blood, a key detrimental genetic material (deadly toxin gene), which could kill an otherwise invincible alien race, the Kongruls, which Sthetor was one, (one of the three surviving Kongruls) prior to his admittance into the race of Karn.

A single drop was sufficient- penetrating through an open orifice or, absorbed by the skin via a shallow scratch or a laceration of a Kongrul’s body- to within half a day obliterate (wipe-out, destroy) all Kongrul (Sthetor)’s composite atoms (founding cells). And there was no antidote, no remedy to curtail (curb) or reverse the ultimate devastating effect.

As mentioned, prior, Immortal Sthetor, had always kept Wolfarous species in contempt; therefore, he had also then imprudently (recklessly) spurned (snubbed) the apparent amity between two distinct species (yet of two kindred souls), human Tekuob and Wolfarous Koever, as insignificant folly (foolishness).

The consequence of Tekuob’s abduction and the ensuing (successive) subtle overriding of Sthetor’s original purpose- of rendering her powerless and also demoralized, so as to wield her later as a pawn, an abject tool, to manipulate Nevetsecnuac and Zonar- had instead enabled (provided) Tekuob, the key advantages, that in future, would undermine or even utterly decimate, Sthetor’s carefully devised strategies.

The hidden dangerous variant, Wolfarous Koever’s shared drop of blood, concurrently coursing through Tekuob’s veins, even though she showed no visible difference at the outside, inwardly it had slightly altered her human constitution (internal structure, anatomy), enough that presently it had extended her lifespan and enhanced her senses (visual, hearing, taste etc.); thus, she now posed a varied integer (number) of hidden menaces (peril, hazard) to Sthetor, one in particular that would be manifest in a certain future engagement. This would then perpetually (evermore) hunt hapless (doomed and skulking) interned (caged) soul of Sthetor.

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Had Immortal (Kongrul) Sthetor possessing omnipotent powers, at this point in time guesstimated (conjectured) this, he would have quickly acted on it to expunge, to at once eliminate Koever and Tekuob, then swiftly arrange for the absolute extermination of Wofarous race.

Fortunately, he did not; chiefly because most Wofarous (except for Koever) had been kept completely ignorant of this nascent evolutionary progression (inherent traits) in several (fifty to seventy) Wolfarous species. Moreover, when twelve ruling elders, two years prior, had noted these subtle, burgeoning (budding) transformations in some Wolfarous, wisely in a covert meeting, they had decided to categorically (firmly) suppress it, till they understood it fully and, in the meantime, marked (measured, tallied up) the full future connotations (implications, effects) of it on Wolfarous race.

As it were, the quirk of fate, the already advanced group, the Terekons, who possessed vatic powers and the ones Sthetor preferred negotiating with, had been totally excluded from these recent evolutionary boons (benefits) of Wofarous.

 

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 (END OF SECTION 8) 

 13- LEGEND OF NEVETSECNUAC - THE UNEXPECTED VISITOR - SECTION 7

BOOK 13- LEGEND OF NEVETSECNUAC – THE UNEXPECTED VISITOR – SECTION 7

01- STHETOR IMMORTAL (17)JP

 

The powerful alien immortal Sthetor unseen, from the clouds had been for some time now quietly observing the intriguing set of events, which had been transpiring on the mountain where Lord Asger, Nevetsecnuac’s wife Tekuob, and his children, the toddler twins resided.

The complicated human family dynamics, specifically the peril in the name of Egil Viggoaries, the seething animosity of the prodigal son, had at first mildly diverted Sthetor’s base imagination. As he watched the scene unfold however, other key (strategic, advantageous) factors tallied up in Sthetor’s calculating, diabolical mind; meanwhile, he had concurrently (simultaneously) become aware of the prominence of these trifling mortal beings, explicitly the mortal wife of Nevetsecnuac.

She could, if nothing else, be utilized as an effective tool for negotiating a leverage, a bargaining chip or simply to subjugate or quell (control, defeat) Nevetsecnuac at that critical future altercation.

It was on that basis that Sthetor (who held all mortals in contempt) had eventually decided on an apt interference; consequently, his arresting (halting, postponing) her certain demise.

02- IMMORTAL STHETOR TAKES TEKUOB TO A REMOTE, MAGICAL ISLAND (24)

Afterwards, Immortal Sthetor had swiftly whisked her away to a remote, supernaturally (mystically) hidden island in midst of a vast (immense) ocean, where the towering mountain peaks perpetually lay hidden by the dense miasma (fog, clouds).

In a secure facility, top of an ancient tower, she was thence (covertly) incarcerated for an indefinite (unspecified) period till she served her purpose, feasibly by then abetting Sthetor’s slated (planned) impending lofty ambitions.

03- TEKUOB A PRISONER, ON ISLAND, MISSING HER CHILDREN (62)

Tekuob’s position (inmate status) during this period, was to be a little better than an abject prisoner, though a carefully monitored one and diligently guarded by the remarkably intelligent, intuitive, antediluvian hairy creatures immense in size, with canine fangs, long sharp talons (claws) and sporting a long tale. These gentle giants also shared the same genome characteristics of pale blue orbs as eyes and high ridged (patrician) noses; the male species however had long white furs, while the female ones had dark greyish cobalt (cerulean) fur and were much smaller in size.

These robust sentinels towering well over nine feet, called Wolfgarous, were the original inhabitants of this island. An island that existed, since time immemorial between two spheres of existence, the surreal (supernatural, unearthly, mystical) and the real (actual) tangible world.

It is also important to note that Wolfgarous (these naïve and trusting creatures) had once been, for a short duration ruled (enslaved) by a small group of domineering, demigods (superbeings) Kentors.

03- TEKUOB A PRISONER, ON ISLAND, MISSING HER CHILDREN (62)

A faction of Kentors, on route to known mercantile continent, for a decade had been hopelessly lost at sea and then quite by accident driven by violent storms, (landed) chanced on this island and from thereon, decided to set up permanent root there.

These Kentors were not benevolent, far from it, they were truculent (pugnacious), belligerent beings; during the ensued century Kentor’s established hierarchy had spun spells and, by design kept the indigenous (native) Wolfgarous race from evolving into higher form. The twenty elite members of Kentors, meanwhile, for a time had collectively governed this island, siphoning and hording the riches for their own sole use.

The enslaved Wolfgarous suffered ineffable barbarisms during this time, particularly in subterranean coalfields and silver mines, and consequently, their numbers had dwindled (reduced).

Peaceful coexistence, however, had never been part of Kentor’s dogma (code, tenet); subsequently, this warmongering race before long was again embroiled in internal turmoil which tore apart what had been established (built). Consequently, the ongoing internal strife (rivalry, discord) and the resultant catastrophic purges, all but destroyed (eliminated) the domination of the ruling aristocracy of Kentor’s and their descendants. By the time the dust and ash had settled, there remained no sole elite bloodline, nor a single living ordinary Kentor at all, on the island.

The indomitable (tough, steadfast) rebel force of Wolfgarous, meanwhile, surviving these catastrophic times and the ensued devastating expunges (eliminations), once freed from their oppressors, they had later undergone a significant evolutionary divide:

One branch still calling themselves Wolfgarous, the robust (stout) gentle giants, became the noble warriors and sentinels. They did all the necessary menial work, maintained peace and order, and lived simply and plainly.

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The other, the kind that had ambition and so evolved markedly different, stepped into the void left by the Kentors and assumed the new role of ecclesiastical (clerical, priestly) aristocracy (gentry, the new ruling class,) and they were called Terekons.

The apostolic segregated group Terekons, who had by then additionally lost all excessive body hair, fangs, talons, their prominent tale and good part of the old dragon genome characteristics, presently dwelled in high (altitude) elevations and in caves or in hidden temples- sturdy sarsen structures buried amidst dense forests- never seeing the sunlight, for they had by then converted into an entirely different nocturnal species.

Terekons, who had also been transformed into cerebral (logical, analytical), magical entities but now resembled humans, all had pallid (ghostly white) complexion, long white hairs (sometimes white beards), and pointy ears. They had extensively longer lifespans than ordinary mortals, but not as long as the Wofgarous; and, their spoken dialects, sometimes used clairvoyantly, were unknown to any other earthly species. Under the long white gowns they had specific mark, a tattoo on upper chest which at specific times, depending on the cycle of the moon, flared up, announcing that they could then interrupt their lifestyle of celibacy, revert to by choice either gender, then mate (copulate), a required functionality to continue their species.

06- TEREKONS, THE APOSTOLIC EVOLVED GROUP THAT LIVES IN CAVES  (46)

Erroneously, meanwhile, both Wofgarous and the Terekons held the belief that Sthetor was an omnipotent God, who from time to time visited the island to guide the devout congregates (religious flocks) which had set up alters and doggedly worshipped him.

Sthetor had of course a specific future use for these beings; for the time being, however, he had played along; and, to continue perpetuating their belief, Almighty Sthetor when appropriately bribed, once in a while even deigned to perform miracles or fulfilled their (wolfgarous and Terekons’s) reasonable wishes.

Be that as it may, it is important to note at this point, however, that Immortal Sthetor from the very start had disdained (spurned, looked down on) the Wolfarous, deeming them inferior (substandard, defective), primordial creatures not worth his bother. He furthermore despised (scorned) them for their lack of aspiration and confounded way of contact (communicating); nevertheless, he still used them, in this case to guard and monitor Tekuob.

Understanding this fact, Tekuob was careful to conceal her actual high regard for these terribly underestimated and snubbed species; as well, her gradually (painstakingly) amassed vital facts (info), gained useful traits, and at least three advantageous feats (accomplishments)… For she had not given up the desire of escaping Sthetor’s clutches.

Wolfarous’s unusual, biological Vocal cords (also called vocal folds- which are two bands of elastic muscle tissue and mucous membrane located inside the larynx at the top of the windpipe, the trachea) as it were, had impeded (hindered) their, akin to human vernacular; though they still laudably (meritoriously) communicated via ingeniously devised (concocted, invented) sign-language. Additionally, they utilized variation of grunts, howls, and other animalistic sounds to effectively convey true intent, threat, warning or, simply to converse (talk chat).

Bigoted Sthetor had naturally misjudged (miscalculated) the complexity of their exchange; having no such jaundiced (cynical) opinions against Wolfarous however, Tekuob marvelled at the intricacies of this, most challenging way of discourse (dialog). Moreover, driven by curiosity, she therefore, began astutely analyzing, studying (learning), observing (probing), and then experimenting in mimicking (imitating, mirroring) their typical natter.

07- WOLFGAROUS CONVERSING (6) JP

It had taken Tekuob good seven or eight months to fully comprehend this most remarkably complex (multifaceted) and arduous sign-language and chinwag; however, (owing to her high intelligence) once she had mastered it, from then on, she had been able to effectively communicate with her captures. Thus, Tekuob no longer felt vulnerable or forlorn, furthermore, she had gradually won them over.

Wolfarous sentinels’ increasing high regard for her, plus their mutual distrust of Sthetor, worked to Tekuob’s advantage; the sentinels now provided (fed) Sthetor innocuous or false intelligence while they genuinely protected her from Sthetor’s malevolent whims and deleterious (harmful, toxic) orders.

Tekuob, by then had also approached a particularly intelligent, upright, gallant and kind guard named Koever. He was, as near as it could be understood, a sole survivor of a noble clan of Wolfarous, a secret (anonymous, hidden) prince, who carried within him therefore a genome from an ancient bloodline that was long extinct.

Koever had been initially standoffish and unsociable; besides being much younger than the rest of her guards assigned to her, he was inherently bashful (wary, cautious) and reticent (silent, reserved) a sentry. Then, she had noticed little oddities about him, some endearing characteristics, which made her trust him even more; and so, she had persisted with her approach, and in time it had paid off. Because of their mutual innate curiosity and atypical (uncommon) thirst for knowledge, as they learned of each other’s worlds, they became secret friends (chums), and in time their friendship bond grew.

Koever being overly generous in nature, he would periodically gift Tekuob rare treats from his own reserves; though these morsels of sustenance (foodstuff) and liquids (nectars and fruit drinks) were alien in taste, they were still markedly more palatable (delicious) and nutritious. She was therefore most appreciative of his thoughtful gestures and thanked him profusely, which made Koever in turn, as near as it could be, blush (embarrassed); thus ensued, his prompt gesture of dismissal, as he was unaccustomed to gratitude and being truly seen (understood).

08-  KOEVER (WOLFGAROUS GUARD) BRINGS TREATS TO TEKUOB (8) JP6

One ordinary (normal) afternoon when they happened to be alone and, during their usual discourse Koever’s thumb, just then had accidentally brushed (touched) Tekuob’s hand: he froze instantly and his expression grew grim, for he had just then sensed that Tekuob had a special kind of poison, from a viper bite, which still coursed in her veins that might one day without probable cause, beget her hazarding ramifications, eventually resulting in her death.

“What is it?” Tekuob with concern, motioned (asked).

“Have you ever been bitten by a poisonous snake?” Koever hastily gestured (signed).

“Yes, some time ago, a Dakoe viper, however, I overcame it.” She answered him, her eyes meeting his, curiously searching his stern gaze, then asked, using the same sign language. “Why?”

He silently studied her for a while, then somberly shook his head then motioned: “The poison is still in you, coursing through your veins and damaging your constitution.” Then he grew even more serious and dejectedly looked away.

“You must be mistaken; I feel perfectly fine.” Tekuob, was about to protest, but he held up his hand to stop her signing, then communicated: “That may be true for now but…” He paused, for he did not wish to frighten her. The anxiety and the serious disquiet in his demeanor, and the frantic way of his subsequent sign language, told her more than he was willing to relay. She urged him to be frank with her and not hold back.

Reluctantly he nodded; thence, swiftly, and succinctly, conveyed the rest of what he knew.

“So, I am doomed; it’s only a matter of time before I’ll be…”

“Not necessarily.” He rushed to reassure her; then fell abruptly still while his pensive gaze focused on a distant point. Inwardly he was debating how much he could tell her, and besides, he was not certain it would work. He did not wish to raise her hopes then dash them; worst still, instead of curing her, it might hasten her end (death)!

She had, meanwhile, patiently waited for him to resolve his inner dilemma. He stealthily once or twice glanced at her. Tekuob was so stoic and endearingly trustful of him!

Koever’s heart ached; in the end he knew he must try, for he would do anything to keep her alive.

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Subsequently, he communicated to her without reserve and, revealed Wolfarous’s closely guarded secret. Tekoub then learned how some Wolfarous carried a genetic marker in their blood, which had healing properties. However, as Wolfarous had not dealt with her species before, he could not predict the outcome of it; hence, he had hesitated.

He had simultaneously and prudently chosen to remain silent about the other secret: the fact that, a royal Wolfarous’s blood (which he carried) was most detrimental (perilous) to certain races, such as Kongruls of the Race of Karn, that he knew of, which incidentally, Sthetor was one. That a single drop of his blood was enough to kill an omnipotent immortal such as him.

“We won’t know unless we give it a try.” She had signed, drawing Koever’s attention just then, and then smiled at him encouragingly, with that absolute ray of faith (hope) registering in her bright eyes. Tekuob had quickly followed it with a question: “But would it hurt too much?”

He let out a sound that sounded like a surprise chuckle. And then shook his head; his meaning was clear, not at all.

“Let’s do it now then… why delay it.”  

Koever gazed at her admiringly. She was so brave, so wonderful …. Then reached over to gently take her hand and turned it over. But again, he hesitated, then looked at her questioningly, “Are you certain? You do not want to think it over… A day or two perhaps?” He gestured.

Understanding his meaning, she firmly nodded, “Yes, I’ m sure; let us do it now, before I lose my nerve.” And held out her open palm.

Koever, using his baby finger’s talon (long claw, fingernail), which was sharp as any blade, gently pricked the skin of her palm, just a tiny cut; subsequently, he bit the tip (flesh) of his thumb, and from it an extracted (obtained) single drop of blood was then allowed to fall onto her tiny cut (laceration) which instantly was absorbed. His tongue carrying his saliva lightly brushed over the cut and instantly sealed it. He exhaled a breath and stepped back. He had never done this before; he was as much in the dark about the outcome as she.

There was an instant sensation of searing heat which coursed through Tekuob’s veins and soon engulfed her entire body. Her cheeks flushed red and for a second or so, she felt the overwhelming intense fever that reach every molecule in her body and same time dizzied her. She swayed a little but fought to check the horrible pain and the feeling of vertigo; nevertheless, her head swam (something fierce), she saw swirling stars Infront of her eyes, desisted the strong urge to vomit (retch, puke) and then her eyelids dropped and she closed her eyes tight. All this had happened within a millisecond, though it had felt like hours to her.

But then just as quickly the sensations receded and for a second or two, she became ice cold. She shivered uncontrollably at which point concern overriding propriety, Koever had moved forward to engulf her in his massive arms and body. He pressed her to his bosom and held her there tightly. They had never been this close before and if she were not so cold (frozen), she would have blushed, deeming this inappropriate. Instead, she felt comforted as though nestled in a plush blanket and her breathing eased. A brief time later, all had reverted to normal, and both sensing this, timorously (bashfully, timidly) and abruptly they pulled apart to that safe distance which they had always maintained.

Then nervously, indicating “May I?” and receiving permission (her ascending nod), Koever reached one more time to cup her tiny hand in his massive one; and for a time, he simply listened to her pulsing lifeforce… The now, virile, strong, vibrant chi.

Afterwards, Koever had happily confirmed (sensed) that all traces of the venom had entirely dissipated from her bloodstream and organs (entire body). 

“It worked!” The relief on his face was palpable; he smiled with utter delight.

Tekuob meanwhile, had never felt this good before; though nothing had changed on the outside, she still looked the same, internally she had undergone (on the cellular level) minute measure of transformation (modification, variation); and, it was enough that she now was far sturdier and healthier than she had ever been. There were also other marked advantages: Her hearing, sight, senses were so acute and miraculously, wonderous.

“You have saved my life; you are now my benefactor.” She gestured her meaning.  Unfortunately, there is a catch…” She feigned worry. “A life saved is a life owed…And so, from hereon your life might be even harder, as you now will be responsible for me.” Pursing her lips, she jested; to lighten this deeply intense moment.

      Koever could not restrain his chuckle as it had already escaped his lips; then he laughed without abandon, after which he signed: “I expected that; no good deed goes unpunished. “

They both laughed heartily after that…

 

Nor was this the only time he had saved (extended) Tekuob’s precious life. At least three other instances (this time however, keeping her ignorant of it) Koever had quietly interceded and spared Tekuob from near-miss dire harms from the recalcitrant (errant, delinquent) sentry (one in particular, one called Derrakon), an affiliate of a secret brotherhood, whose members craved power and other unsavory things, which had also the secret backing of Sthetor.

 

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(END OF SECTION 7) 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

13- LEGEND OF NEVETSECNUAC - THE UNEXPECTED VISITOR - SECTION 6

Asger was at his wits end when he heard the desperate cries of the children, the clamor of thrown furniture, the clash of the swords, the desperate struggle that must have ensued as Tekuob while protecting her children, fended off (fought off) this dastardly fiend’s murderous, vicious assaults.

01- LORD ASGER THUXUR MARROG ZHON (99) JP

Heavenly Gods, preserve us!

 

Asger’s eyes at this point inexplicably had fallen on Zandar’s parting gift the empty puzzle-box that rested inconspicuously on the small mantlepiece in his bedroom; thus, a flicker of recall (recollection) and then the grateful tears suddenly manifested in his eyes.

Lord Asger straightaway hence, and this time without interruption, inwardly invoked the “Ewbinuko Hex.”  He then using his life-force, his core energy (chi) and utilizing the mental steps- summoned (commanded) every molecule of the poison coursing through his bloodstream, tissues, bone marrow and all, to detach from the host bodies, to congregate, then to advance (march) towards his stomach cavity.

 

02- LOR ASGER THUXUR MARROG ZHON INVOKES THE EWBINUKO HEX - JP

His will next directed every particle (cell, atom) tainted by poison to rise to his esophagus, to the throat and then finally the last bit of the journey, the entire jot (hint of poison and tea), now propelled by one awesome force, got lobbed out (hurled, thrust, vomited out) from his then compelled (forced) agape mouth. Once the poison was extracted in its entirety in this manner, Asger, then released from paralysis, he at once leaped to his feet. He wiped his mouth on his sleeve and hastened (darted) out of the room, stopping only to retrieve the twin sword from the locked chest.

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Earlier on, Tekuob sensing danger, had woken up with a start. Desiring to investigate but not wishing to wake the children, she had crept across the room, quickly dressed and then armed with the sword she had just reached to turn the handle of the doorknob. But try as she might the doorknob would not budge. By some inexplicable reason it had refused to give way(budge) and the door remained sealed tight, closed. Just then Svein, also awakened, had quietly crawled out of his bed, one hand rubbing his eyes, with the other he tugged at his mother’s skirt. Three years old, with his limited grammar

(vocabulary), he asked, “Things wrong mommy?”

“Yes, my darling, things very wrong!”  

Just then Lueling had also woken up, and she hastened over to their side; Tekuob picked her up, and then all returning to the bedside, in hushed voice she calmly instructed both children to hide under the bed.

“Mommy, you be all right?” Svein again asked in a worried voice.

“Yes, darling nothing bad will happen to me, this is only a cautionary measure; now no matter what you may hear, stay well hidden, and keep safe” She directed the twins. “Svein, I know you are brave but promise me you will not be reckless and come out from under the bed…And please for now take care good of your sister, till all danger has passed.”  Tekuob had barely finished saying this when just then the door had suddenly, violently burst open; she at once jumped to her feet and wheeled to face the armed foe.

 

03A- TEKUOB FACES THE INTRUDER (19)

 

“Tisk, tisk, tisk, girls shouldn’t be playing with swords, you may cut yourself accidentally.” The Dark Eunuch Egil Viggoaries threw his head back and laughed uproariously, before he launched his swift, murderous attack on Tekuob.

Despite her proficient martial skill, adroit (dexterous) strikes and implacable wielding of the blade, his prowess was so unearthly, and he fought with such supernatural potent force and velocity (speed) that, she soon was (situated, placed) compelled to fight defensively.  It was all she could do to keep him at bay; but in fact, he was only toying with her, amused as he was that she could wield the long dagger with comparable warrior’s competency (skill). Nevertheless, her sword’s blade being short and far inferior, he knew she would not last too long. Meanwhile with his supernatural prowess, he could have at any instant, bested her yet he’d deliberately held back (his ability), knowing after the lengthy anticipation, at the end of this superfluous scuffle, when it came time to devour this morsel, her screams would cause still greater anguish and anxiety(torment) to Asger.

 

04- TEKUOB FIGHTS WITH  EGIL VIGGORIES  (55)

The Dark Eunuch Egil Viggoaries, before long tiring of this charade, however, with ferocity of a rapacious beast, he then pounced on Tekuob to finish her off; thus, with a preponderant swipe, in one powerful blow, his sword’s blade at that moment sliced clean through hers, leaving her with the hilt (handle) and a four inches stub of blade at the end of it. In a blinking of an eye, she was disarmed, then tripped and pinned to the bed.  When Egil Viggoaries’s powerful grip reached for Tekuob’s keck, though suppressed by his supernatural power, she still had fought off the Dark Eunuch (commanding Fradel’s body) with her last ounce of strength, again to the ultimate amusement of Egil Viggoaries.

 

Impetuous Svein could not stand by and do nothing any longer, not when his mother was in grave danger; he crawled out from under the bed and with a fierceness of the lion’s cub, his sister following suit, Svein and Lueling both pounded their fists and tried to bite the assailant’s legs, at the same time relentlessly (with unrelenting zeal) tugging and pulling at his trouser.

The bothersome children now mildly annoyed Egil Viggoaries, though he could not have asked for a better outcome than this! His subsequent, curt (brusque, gruff) threatening bark stunned the toddler twins, but only for a spell; despite their age, understanding of their mother’s dire-straits, and witnessing her desperate struggle to free herself, Svein with child’s innocence, had next, bravely rushed off to retrieve, his mother’s discarded and partially broken sword from the ground where it lay, and returning, then putting all his might into it, he hacked at the intruder’s ankle, shin and leg, that was well protected by the thick knee length leather boots he wore.

 

Egil Viggoaries had been amused at first by the twin’s raw courage and their futile attempt to rescue their mother; when the novelty wore off, however, typically intolerant of children, the twin’s persistence now irked the Dark Eunuch. Tekuob still paranormally (mystically) pinned down, Egil half-turning, first with the back of his hand ruthlessly knocked (dispatched) the little girl clear across the room and then, grabbing Svein by the leg, he held him up high in midair.

“What a feisty piglet!” Egil Viggoaries roared, observing the still kicking and irate child; then, with a malevolent grin, he as well cast (discarded) Svein to the far corner.

 

“Oink, Oink… Oh, look at the little piglet fly!” Egil Viggoaries’s vicious, cruel laughter had reverberated in the tense air, as his eyes had trailed Svein’s catapulted form which eventually had slammed hard against the tall dresser, rendering the toddler promptly unconscious. The tragic scene appeared far worse, however, with the blood from the children’s lacerations instantaneously staining the furniture and the floor mat, in part assuaging Egil’s wrath; nonetheless, children’s bodies are malleable (supple) and resilient at that age, and even though, they both lay there perfectly still, thankfully they would survive this terrible ordeal.

 

“Finally, some peace!”  Egil Viggoaries exhaled in relief and turned his venomous gaze back on Tekuob.

 

“Vile beast!” Tekuob (with her mother’s love) momentarily overriding the spell just then, her fists clenched she struck (hit) a fierce blow at Egil Viggoaries’s chest; unfortunately, Egil’s unearthly powers interceding, her fierce punch was rendered useless, it came to naught!

 

“Oh, you think the little piglets are no more?” Egil Viggoaries in an incredulous tone, pursing his lips, flashed Tekuob a delighted grin.

Her attention, meanwhile, was at once drawn to the assailant’s sword, temporarily cast aside, leaning against the commode (or chest) just behind him. It was within an easy reach! Summoning all her strength she kneed him in the groin and in that moment setting herself free, she made a dash for Asger’s ancestor’s sword.

 

Egil Viggoaries had been a Eunuch (nearly) all his life, now in Fradel’s body, experiencing this kind of intense pain, for a spell it had derailed him. Rage fueling his swift recovery however, in an agile maneuver he then had not only retrieved the sword forcefully from Tekuob’s hand, but wrathfully, with the back of his fist (and the hilt) he struck the side of her head. Her knees buckled and hit the floor hard; meanwhile, she was overcome with sudden vertigo (dizziness) and her right temple (pounding) throbbed with excruciating pain.

05- TEKUOB FIGHTS THE DARK EUNUCH EGIL  (58)

Tekuob had nevertheless fought to stay cogent and focused. Egil Viggoaries squatting in front of her next, his free hand viciously grabbed her by the back of the neck, lifted her up to her feet, pinned her face right into his, and he growled: “Beauties are not allowed to play with swords! But I forgive you, just this once!” The Dark Eunuch, so ejecting, as if on second thought, he abruptly pressed his vile lips onto hers, but she fiercely bit down hard his lower lip, drawing blood.

His reaction was cold and sinister; his tongue in slow motion licked the blood off his lips. The unnatural power at the next moment augmented; she felt her iron resolve and her total physique (body, corpus) being forcefully subjugated. He let go and stepped back to critically appraise her. Her body meanwhile rigidly, like a post stood in front of him; she was floating in air, with her feet three inches off the floor.

“You are the beloved wife of Nevetsecnuac….” Egil Viggoaries pensively stated out loud; his piercing fiery eyes, meanwhile, burrowing into her flesh, he studied her form (figure) for a long while and then he lewdly (lecherously) grinned. “Where is he? Where is your dear husband now….?”  He read the fierce protective defiance in her eyes and nodded with understanding, ‘even if she knew she would not tell him.’

“Have it your way, you’ll tell me eventually; I have time ….” He then with malevolent glint in his eye, gripped her chin and forced another kiss on her lips, but this time his mouth had pressed so hard against hers that it had practically stolen all her breath away.

“Too bad he’s not here to save you…” His implicit threat further incensed her.

Lueling at that moment coming to, impulsively grabbed the exquisitely carved wooden wolf spear (one of her favorite toys) and with a wild scream, “Stop hurting my mommy!” She rushed to stop the villain’s next aim. 

“Children should mind their own business.” Egil seeing red, reeled (turned right around), presently brandishing his sword, and this time bent on permanently eradicating (slay) the annoying (bothersome), galling pests.

A mother’s innate love and devotion overriding the effects of the spell, however, Tekuob spontaneously and in lightning speed at that instant, had just hurled herself into the sword’s deadly path.

Was this it, was this the end of Princess Tekuob?

No, indeed; for at that precise juncture, a strange phenomenon had occurred: first a miasmic cloud enveloped her, as simultaneously, predominant time simply stood still. Everything froze.

Subsequently, from this growing miasmic (vaporous) white cloud emerged a most potent (powerful), immortal being.

 

06- IMMORTAL SHETOR AND ELDERS OF KARN 999  -,JP

This intrusive power was none other than the (ambitious, conniving) alien Sthetor who had his own secret agenda to fulfill. Sthetor a key Immortal, was one of the three sole survivors (the other being His Eminence Olavingemar and his daughter Tekubzan) of the most ancient branch of Kongrul; subsequently, both Olavingemar and Sthetor had joined the Race of Karn.

Acting on his premonitory vision, Sthetor had secretly absconded (snuck out without permission, as he had done once before, when he had affected the demise of Chandor, Zonar’s father,) from the Immortal realms, right after Dwengzur’s departure and descended on this mountain abode.

Sthetor’s concealed powers being almost omnipotent (supreme), he had easily bypassed the protective spells put on the mountain by mere mortal Lord Asger. Intrigued by what was happening with Asger, Egil then with Tekuob, he had watched it for a while, the unfolding scenes, undetected, from the shadows. Knowing, however, what would follow if he did not intercede- that Tekuob’s allotted time prematurely would expire, that she would next instant be mercilessly, instantaneously cut down by the very blow that had been intended for her beloved daughter- Immortal Sthetor had decisively made his move.

Though she was a mere, puny human being, she was, in fact, far too valuable a player, a chess-piece, a commodity, to be lost to providence. Aside from her lineage and her link to the Emperor of Kontu Deng Hedenko (a once promised bride to be), who was a key component in Wenjenkun and Korion’s future history, she was also the wife of Elder Aegeus’s (half-breed) grandson Nevetsecnuac, who happened to also be the renegade Zonar’s nephew. She could, therefore, be used as an effective source of manipulation, as a leverage, a bargaining chip, to constrain Zonar, Nevetsecnuac and, even Elder Aegeus, when those future confrontations transpired.

And so, suddenly from the miasmic cloud this invincible immortal Sthetor in pseudo human form, with long white hair and pallid face, precisely the moment had warranted it, had manifested in the room.

 

07- AN ALIEN BEING AND TEKUOB  (22) JP

Agast Egil Viggoaries rooted to the spot, watched in mesmerized awe, this clearly omnipotent alien being, without moving his lips invoke a spell; subsequently, the miasmic clouds grew and drifted towards Tekuob and soon engulfing her, the vapor lifted her into air and delivered her (floating) to the Immortal’s hands. Next instant, in a flush, both he and Tekuob had simply vanished without a trace, into thin air.

 

Tekuob one minute stood in peril in the path of the blade, the next instant she was gone; this fact defying all sound reasoning... Reality extending beyond all existential and metaphysical (ontological, unearthly) truths. Was this an abduction or a rescue, was it for the better or worse, Egil Viggoaries could not (rightly tell) determine which.

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(END OF SECTION 6)