Dragon Apocalypse (The Berserker and the Pedant Book 2) by Josh Powell Page B
Authors: Josh Powell
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He concentrated and the Sphere of Annihilation moved towards Maximina once more.
“Can’t it move any faster?” Gurken asked.
“It’s awfully slow,” Pellonia said. She had ceased struggling against the Pellonias, but they still held her down.
Arthur glowered at them and concentrated even harder, beads of sweat forming on his brow. The Sphere seemed to move ever so slightly faster.
“Maximina,” Gurken shouted, “when it gets too close, just move out of the way!”
“That sounds like a good plan!” Maximina shouted back. “I don’t know why I hadn’t considered it.”
“You’re welcome,” Gurken yelled back.
“Come and help,” Arthur snarled towards the mysterious man in the cloak. The man walked forward and gestured. The Sphere seemed to move a bit faster — though a crawling baby could still have managed to avoid it, snails were likely to die in it’s path.
A glowing disc opened in the room next to Arthur. Melody leapt out of it. She scanned the room, saw Ohm, yelled a battle cry, and charged, “Yaaaaaaaaaaahhhhh!” Ohm began to run around the room again.
Arthur shook his head. “This won’t do,” he said. “You’ve spoiled it, Maximina. This is no longer fun. We’ve a world-spanning portal to build and a world to conquer. Nihil Abire!” The Sphere of Annihilation winked out of existence.
“Ignis! Fulgur! Lux Trabem! Glaciem!” Arthur said, pointing at Gurken, then Maximina, then Pellonia, then Apocalypse. The orbs circling Arthur’s head stopped in midair, rotated towards their targets, and fired.
Fire roared, engulfing Gurken in flames. He screamed and sizzled, and died. Lightning crackled, striking Maximina in the chest and flinging her across the room. She convulsed and died. Light beamed, piercing Pellonia’s head between her eyes. She slumped over. Dead. Ice shot, knocking Apocalypse from Ohm’s shoulder. Melody stabbed the sword into the little dragon, who cried in pain and fell to the floor where Melody stepped on its neck, crushing it.
“No!” Ohm yelled, running to Apocalypse. Melody smiled down at him as he cried, cradling the dragon in his arms. Apocalypse blinked rapidly, unable to move, struggling for breath. Finally, he fell silent. Dead. “My baby!” Ohm looked at Melody, tears streaming down his face. He snarled and his skin rippled, taking on a leathery tone. He blinked and when his eyes opened they were reptilian and yellow. He let loose a terrible roar that shook the enormous cavern.
“Wyrm, please,” Arthur said, smashing his staff into the back of Ohm’s head. Ohm crumpled to the floor, his features morphing back to that of a human. “Get them — before — they transform. That’s the key!” Arthur said, pointing a finger up. “I do rather enjoy his music though. Rufus, Pellonias! Bring him along.”
Arthur conjured open a portal and stepped through. Rufus and the Pellonia’s picked up Ohm and carried him through the portal. Melody and the mysterious man in the silken robe followed.
C HAPTER F OURTEEN
The Berserker and the Clem
IT WAS DARK. It was also warm and very wet. Gurken opened his eyes. A very dim radiance lit his tight confines. It was like being in a sleep sack, but filled with warm porridge. Fluid filled his lungs and he panicked, thrashing about. The sleep sack started to crush him, but there was no room to fight. There was a great, crushing squeeze and the side of the sack ruptured and Gurken spurted out like a bar of soap from a wet hand.
Gurken looked up, and it was no sleep sack, it was an enormous pod at the top of a large plant. Gurken waved his hands, shaking off warm gelatin goo. “That’s disgusting,” he said, then noticed he was entirely naked.
At the bottom of the plant was a skeleton; next to the skeleton in a neat pile were Gurken’s armor and clothing, his belongings,
“Can’t it move any faster?” Gurken asked.
“It’s awfully slow,” Pellonia said. She had ceased struggling against the Pellonias, but they still held her down.
Arthur glowered at them and concentrated even harder, beads of sweat forming on his brow. The Sphere seemed to move ever so slightly faster.
“Maximina,” Gurken shouted, “when it gets too close, just move out of the way!”
“That sounds like a good plan!” Maximina shouted back. “I don’t know why I hadn’t considered it.”
“You’re welcome,” Gurken yelled back.
“Come and help,” Arthur snarled towards the mysterious man in the cloak. The man walked forward and gestured. The Sphere seemed to move a bit faster — though a crawling baby could still have managed to avoid it, snails were likely to die in it’s path.
A glowing disc opened in the room next to Arthur. Melody leapt out of it. She scanned the room, saw Ohm, yelled a battle cry, and charged, “Yaaaaaaaaaaahhhhh!” Ohm began to run around the room again.
Arthur shook his head. “This won’t do,” he said. “You’ve spoiled it, Maximina. This is no longer fun. We’ve a world-spanning portal to build and a world to conquer. Nihil Abire!” The Sphere of Annihilation winked out of existence.
“Ignis! Fulgur! Lux Trabem! Glaciem!” Arthur said, pointing at Gurken, then Maximina, then Pellonia, then Apocalypse. The orbs circling Arthur’s head stopped in midair, rotated towards their targets, and fired.
Fire roared, engulfing Gurken in flames. He screamed and sizzled, and died. Lightning crackled, striking Maximina in the chest and flinging her across the room. She convulsed and died. Light beamed, piercing Pellonia’s head between her eyes. She slumped over. Dead. Ice shot, knocking Apocalypse from Ohm’s shoulder. Melody stabbed the sword into the little dragon, who cried in pain and fell to the floor where Melody stepped on its neck, crushing it.
“No!” Ohm yelled, running to Apocalypse. Melody smiled down at him as he cried, cradling the dragon in his arms. Apocalypse blinked rapidly, unable to move, struggling for breath. Finally, he fell silent. Dead. “My baby!” Ohm looked at Melody, tears streaming down his face. He snarled and his skin rippled, taking on a leathery tone. He blinked and when his eyes opened they were reptilian and yellow. He let loose a terrible roar that shook the enormous cavern.
“Wyrm, please,” Arthur said, smashing his staff into the back of Ohm’s head. Ohm crumpled to the floor, his features morphing back to that of a human. “Get them — before — they transform. That’s the key!” Arthur said, pointing a finger up. “I do rather enjoy his music though. Rufus, Pellonias! Bring him along.”
Arthur conjured open a portal and stepped through. Rufus and the Pellonia’s picked up Ohm and carried him through the portal. Melody and the mysterious man in the silken robe followed.
C HAPTER F OURTEEN
The Berserker and the Clem
IT WAS DARK. It was also warm and very wet. Gurken opened his eyes. A very dim radiance lit his tight confines. It was like being in a sleep sack, but filled with warm porridge. Fluid filled his lungs and he panicked, thrashing about. The sleep sack started to crush him, but there was no room to fight. There was a great, crushing squeeze and the side of the sack ruptured and Gurken spurted out like a bar of soap from a wet hand.
Gurken looked up, and it was no sleep sack, it was an enormous pod at the top of a large plant. Gurken waved his hands, shaking off warm gelatin goo. “That’s disgusting,” he said, then noticed he was entirely naked.
At the bottom of the plant was a skeleton; next to the skeleton in a neat pile were Gurken’s armor and clothing, his belongings,
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