Chapter the 1 – The Hidden Chamber
It had been while photographing her dearest friend and mate, Lionheart, that the Dragon Princess discovered the secret chamber in the Throne Room of Seerus. Set behind a false wall and covered by a hanging tapestry, it was well hidden. The Dragon Princess unsheathed her side blade and used it to carefully move the tapestry aside so that they could peer inside. For a hidden room, it was quite large, lit only by the phosphorous glow of weapons and vials. They moved inside for a closer of examination of the amazing weaponry inside. The weapons consisted mainly of a variety of bombs and missiles, the likes of which they had never seen.
Their presence in the room must have set off some kind of alarm, for Seerus himself soon appeared with a phalanx of guards who were wearing a variety of masks. Seerus, twice the size of the next biggest gremlin, was wearing a white Tengu mask with a red pattern, behind which glowed maniacal spirally red eyes. He was garbed in a heavy leather armor laced with a red glowing material they had never seen before
Lionheart and the Dragon Princess were quickly surrounded and completely outnumbered by gremlins warriors.
“Perfect!” Seerus exclaimed with a gravelly voice and evil snicker, muffled by his Tengu mask. “Caught like two rats in a trap! Couldn’t resist my bait, could ya? I been a waitin’ for a few knights clever enough to find this room and brave or foolish enough to explore it. Well, your theivin’ ways have done ya in, vermin. And with the Season of Pyromance nearly upon us, the timing couldn’ be better.”
“We’re no thieves, “ scoffed the Dragon Princess, “and if I’m not mistaken, gremlins are the vermin, not knights.”
“Watch your tongue, little missy, or I’ll have it out now,” growled Seerus as he took a heavy step forward.
“Enough of this! We know nothing of this Season of Pyromance of which you speak,” Lionheart spoke in a voice of deadly calm. “We recognize you, though, Seerus. Your hammer-swords and bombs are particularly powerful and effective in our battles.”
“Yes, yes, my weapons always are, my new-found furry friend, but you’ll pay dearly for your raids on my weapons cache. I’m a Weapons Master with far more powerful bombs than the ones your likes have stolen as booty. I’ve got a very special bomb for a very special occasion. And you two scum are going to be the ones to use it.”
The Dragon Princess spat a smoky fireball in Seerus’s direction. “I am the Dragon Princess and this is Lionheart the Brave. We’ll strike no bargains with the likes of you!” she hissed.
At the mention of their names, jeers and arguments broke out amongst the gathered gremlins. These were no two ordinary knights they were facing, but rather highly decorated Vanguard knights of royal bearing, weaponry and skill.
The very tall Lionheart had on a shadowy Snarbolax Coat which had been alchemized with triple max unique variants. Attached to the back were Shadow Valkyrie wings, giving him the appearance of an angel of death. His Twilight Aura and glowing red eyes further accented his imposing and deadly presence. He tightened his grip on his exceptionally powerful Glacius.
His companion, the Dragon Princess, stood in poised contrast. Lionheart with his very tall height stood a full head above the shorter Princess. Where he was darkness and ice, she was bright shining and fiery. Her Sunshine Aura sparkled off her golden Radiant Silvermail with her Regal Wings. She was crowned with a Golden Wreath and Volcanic Halo. Her maximum charged Combuster sword glowed red hot in anticipation of battle.
“Bahhhaahah,” laughed Seerus. “I grant you, you two might be difficult to subdue under normal circumstances, but we be wearin’ these masks for a reason, thieves. They’re more than merely costumed helms; they’re also filtered gas masks, which neither of you had the smarts to be packin’. You’ll be droppin’ unconscious quite soon, me merry knights. I’d wish ya sweet dreams, but I’ve a feeling they’re gonna be quite nasty.”
At his joke, a roar of howling laughter broke out. That was the last sound they heard before falling unconscious to the floor.
Chapter 2 – The Mission Given
The Dragon Princess returned to consciousness to find herself in a dungeon where they were bound in heavy in chains. When the guards noticed that they were both awake, they sent word to Seerus.
When the hulking weapons master appeared at the cell door, the Dragon Princess hissed at him and pulled at her chains.
“It’s no use, Princess. I’ve been pulling at them quite a bit already, and there is no give in them” Lionheart said with anger and discouragement in his voice.
“How were those dreams, knights?” asked Seerus, and his gremlin guards laughed with delight at their helpless plight. “Unpleasant, no doubt, and things aren’t going to get any pleasanter for ya. It’s time for your mission, but I’ll only be needin’ one of you to carry it out.”
“Very well,” spoke Lionheart as he rose to his feet. “What is this mission you’d have me do?”
“Very noble ‘n all of you to volunteer like that, Lionheart the Brave,” Seerus said sarcastically, “but your extra tall height makes you too difficult to disguise. The petite Princess is much better suited for what we got in mind. You’ll be remaining behind as our hostage to make sure the Princess cooperates like we want.”
The Princess snorted heavily through her nostrils twice, and exchanged a long meaningful look with Lionheart. “Fine,” she spoke, “Where is this bomb, and who am I supposed to blow up with it?”
“That’s more like it, my pretty little one. Now, iffen ya don’t know the Season of Pyromance, I’ll explain it simply ‘n’ all so even the likes of you can grog it. The Season of Pyromance is a summer Pyromantic Festival held by those busy-body fiends. During the summer season which be upon us, the thermal activity in the core causes the planet to reach its hottest temperatures. During this time, most of the fiends on the planet’ll gather to find mates and celebrate their new unions with a grand display of fireworks, many of which I create, I thank thee. Ya gettin’ all that, Princess?”
“I follow you just fine, demon-gremlin. Have on with it,” she retorted.
“Good, ‘n fair enough. Well, you’ll be attendin’ this festival disguised as one of my workers, the difference bein’ you’ll have a special firework bomb attached to your back and affixed to your knight’s life-energy at the wrist along with a switch. You’ll use this spectacularly destructive bomb I’ve created against the fiends during the peak of their festival. This bomb, when ignited by you, will end the miserable existence of every one of those fiends in attendance.” Seerus laughed with evil humor.
“I don’t suppose you bothered to put a timer on this bomb?” inquired the Dragon Princess.
“Oh, I’m afraid not, my dear scaly knight.” He smiled delightedly and added, “You’ll have to trigger the switch yourself directly, and there’ll be one less royal dragon to plague us when you do.”
The gremlin horde laughed loudly and cheered the Dragon Princess’s upcoming demise.
“No!” exclaimed Lionheart. “Find a way to send me instead.”
“Not gonna happen, my feline friend. It’ll be the royal dragon doin’ the deed for us.”
“So it’s a suicide mission, is it? And if I refuse?” snorted the Dragon Princess with a puff of fire and smoke, baring her teeth and twitching her tail menacingly.
“Simple, Deary. Cooperate, and I’ll let your mate Lionheart live; refuse, and I’ll have both of you slain here and now.”
“Blast you, Seerus! Use me instead!” shouted Lionheart. “Just let her go.”
“No, no,” Seerus responded. “Not blast me – blast her,” he chuckled. “She’ll be the one goin’ ‘Boom’, and it’ll be many a gremlin who thanks me for ridding the planet of her once and for all.”
“How do I know you won’t just slay Lionheart anyway?” asked the Dragon Princess.
“Why, you have my word as the Weapons Master that I’ll release him unharmed. What you don’t have, Sweets, is a choice.” At this, Seerus and his gremlin guards roared with mirthless pleasure.