Sci-Fi fantasy from an unknown author
Amaranth Rose 025
The Raznack saga continues, in Chapter 25, the curse of the Wyverns is lifted
Chapter 24 can be found here:
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Chapter 25: Rendamion’s penance is served
The next afternoon Griffendahl collected Rendamion’s belongings and went to Vyrrim’s lair. He fetched a platter of food from the kitchen along the way. Vyrrim’s snores led him to the inner room, where he beheld Vyrrim, lying on its back, snoring softly, with Mensay Rendamion lying beside it sound asleep as well, rolled up in Vyrrim’s good wing as snugly as if he were in a cocoon. He gave a sigh of relief.
“Vyrrim?” he whispered. “Vyrrim? Wake up. You told me to come back in a day, and it’s time.”
The snoring stopped and one big round eye opened, peering at him. A sly smile slid across the big reptile’s face. It giggled slightly, and followed up in Wyvern.
“Shh. He’s sleeping. Don’t wake him.” Vyrrim giggled again, rolling its eyes, both of which were open now. “He’s had a very hard night.”
Griffendahl peered at the man. There weren’t any noticeable marks on his body, what Griffendahl could see of it.
“What did you do to him?”
“Well, Myrrielle, I had to punish him,” Vyrrim chuckled. “That was part of the curse. He had to atone for the sins of his ancestor.” He seemed quite amused.
“Vyrrim, what did you do to him?”
The beast giggled. Then it drew a long, sobering breath and looked at Griffendahl gravely. “You don’t want to know, Myrrielle, really. I punished him. Now it is ended. I will tell the others to leave them alone from now on.”
Rendamion stirred; they’d been talking in Wyvern and it had roused him slightly. He turned to Vyrrim and embraced its neck tightly.
“Ah, Vyrrim,” he murmured, pressing close to the warm body. He kissed the creature softly. “Mmm,” he mumbled sleepily, “you’re so warm.”
Vyrrim licked him gently with his long, thin, pink tongue. Rendamion smiled sweetly. He gave a contented sigh and snuggled close to the big reptile.
“Myrrielle, perhaps you’d better come back in a little while. We have some unfinished business,” Vyrrim averred in Wyvern. It licked Rendamion gently with its tongue, and he giggled. “Leave his clothes here. Come back in an hour or two.”
As he was locking the door, he heard Vyrrim calling softly. He stayed a few minutes to listen.
“Oh Vyrrim, dear,” he heard Mensay Rendamion say. Then he giggled. Soon he began to moan. Griffendahl walked away quietly. It was some time before he returned to find Rendamion dressed, sitting on Vyrrim’s table, next to the big reptile.
“Are you ready to go, Lord Rendamion?”
“Yes.” He stood up somewhat stiffly and put his arms around Vyrrim’s neck, hugging it tightly. Vyrrim folded its good wing around him for a long moment. It was as if they were reluctant to part.
“Thank you, Vyrrim. I won’t forget you.”
Vyrrim looked at Griffendahl and rumbled something.
“Vyrrim says you should thank me. If you had run from him he would have eaten you,” he translated.
“Thank you, too, Lord Griffendahl. I surely won’t forget you either. Child of the wyverns. Who could have guessed such a thing?”
“It’s not something to spread about, Mensay,” Griffendahl said uneasily.
“Don’t worry. Your secret is safe with me, My Lord. I value my son’s life too much to even think about betraying your secrets.”
Griffendahl was mollified. “Are you ready to go?”
Rendamion looked at Vyrrim. “Perhaps we will meet again one day. You must come to see me when your wing is mended.”
Vyrrim chuckled and nodded, and they left.
Chapter 26 is published here: https://gjsittler.medium.com/amaranth-rose-026-751d3128d63a
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