Lunar Silver Stary Story

Comrades in Arms....

Volume One

By Methos

Chapter 2 - The Stranger
It was evening by the time Dyne and Noah arrived back in Burg. They were still talking about their meeting with Quark, and wondering what the villagers would say when they showed them the White Dragon Ring. Dyne grinned, imagining the welcoming throngs, cheering for the two brave adventurers who met Quark, the mighty White Dragon of Althena. He could hear the village girls chanting...


A harsh, all too familiar voice shook him out of his daydream. Oh no, thought Dyne. Please, Althena, don't let Grandpa be angry with me and ruin my day! Please, please...

It was not to be.

A graybearded, burly man strode out from one of the nearby houses, his fists clenched and his face filled with anger. "Dyne! Where the hell have you been, you little brat! You were expected home hours ago! Your grandmother has been worried sick about you!"

"But grandpa, we went to the White Dragon's Cave and got to meet him! He gave me a magic ring, and..."

A backhanded blow struck Dyne to the ground. "I'm gonna give you something too--a walloping you're not ever gonna forget!" roared his grandfather. "You're off trying to get yourself killed, when there's work to be done here! You ought to be ashamed of yourself!"

"Grandpa, the White Dragon says it's my destiny to travel and have lots of adventures! He..."

Dyne gasped as his grandfather's boot smashed into his stomach. "Destiny? You? Bah! You're not going anywhere! Not while I'm around to look after you, you ungrateful scoundrel! Your destiny is gonna be farming, milking, and one hell of a beating tonight! Now get inside!"

Noah and the other villagers watched helplessly as Dyne was dragged off by his grandfather.

"It isn't right," Noah heard a nearby man mutter. "Mycroft has no right to beat that boy, his own grandson-especially for all to see."

Growing up with a tyrant like that, thought Noah, no wonder Dyne's always dreaming of adventuring and seeing far-off places. And I can't say I blame him. I pray that he can find a way to escape, and achieve the destiny Quark told him about.

# # #

About an hour later, Dyne was sitting by the spring in the woods on the outskirts of town. It was his favorite place to go when he wanted to be alone and away from his grandfather. Tears swelled in his eyes, from physical pain, and from the memories of how his grandfather had humiliated him in front of the whole village on what was supposed to be the greatest day of his life. He had risked his life to meet the White Dragon of Althena, fought with monsters, and had shown no fear. Yet he was helplessly beaten by his own grandfather for all to see. He should have been proud of me for what I did today. If he hates me so much, why won't he let me go and travel? It's not my fault my parents left me in his care before they died. Why does he always have to take it out on me?

He sighed, and took a small ocarina out of his pack. It was a gift from his mother. Before she had died, she had taught him to play the ocarina at this very place. He always carried it with him, but this was his favorite spot to play. He closed his eyes, and started to play a melody he had come up with. As he played, he could almost hear words, sung by a beautiful, magical voice...

In your dreams, magical thoughts
All things are real, unless you dream they're not
In your dreams, love is the plot
Carried on wings of hope

Each of our souls
Intertwine, when we do...
Instantly we see it, the time to grow and be it
When everything is pinned on a hope

Let rise the dreams of your heart
That innocent youth, careless and kind
Free to roam the breeze in love
Only when two brilliantly shine as one...

He stopped, put the ocarina down, and gazed into the water of the spring, lost in his thoughts.

"You play very well," said a voice behind him.

Dyne turned around, and saw a strange man standing there. He was tall, slender, rather pale, and dressed in simple traveling clothes and a gray cloak. He carried a staff in his hand, a satchel was slung over his shoulder, and a long sword hung from his side. Dyne's surprise quickly turned to curiosity as he gazed at the man's face. It was an ageless face, framed in long, silvery hair. His ears were pointed, like an elf. But perhaps the most intriguing thing about him was his eyes: dark red, catlike, and very intense. Dyne felt like they could see right through him, and far beyond.

"Uh... thanks," he muttered, uncertainly.

The strange man smiled. "I hope I didn't disturb you. I was passing by, and I heard you playing. It was very nice." Then the smile faded, replaced with a look of concern. "Are you okay? You're bleeding."

Dyne touched the right side of his face where Mycroft had first struck him, and felt a trickle of blood. He also felt a couple of bruises.

"I'll be okay," Dyne said sadly.

The stranger said nothing, but walked towards Dyne. He knelt down, placed his hands on Dyne's head, and whispered a few words. Dyne shuddered as a strange energy passed through him. The he noticed that all of his pain was gone. He touched his face, and there was no trace of blood or bruises.

"Wow, are you a priest?"

The stranger smiled wistfully. "I've been many things in my time. I did study to be a priest, but I never took the orders. I couldn't spend the rest of my life cooped up in a shrine when there's a whole world for me to see. My kind has the gift of long life. But our lives, although lasting for centuries, still must end one day. So I want to see all that I can, savor all this world has to offer, while I still am able to."

"Don't you have a home?"

"Oh, if I like a place, I'll stay for a while. But sooner or later, I'll eventually get restless and need to travel and explore again."

Dyne stared at him, awe-struck, wondering what this strange man had seen, what adventures he had had in his obviously long life. "How old are you?"

The stranger laughed. "To be honest, I don't know. I've never bothered keeping count. I don't even know when my birthday is!"

Suddenly, the stranger seemed to turn ice-cold. "But enough about me. Those bruises of yours weren't caused by an accident. Who did this to you?"

Dyne silently hung his head in shame.

Softening his tone, the stranger said "Did someone beat you?"

Dyne nodded.

"Some other kids? Bullies?"

Dyne shook his head.

"Your father?"

"My parents are dead. I live with Grandpa Mycroft and Grandma Saria"

"Does your grandfather beat you?"

Slowly, Dyne nodded.


"I dunno. He just doesn't like me. He doesn't like taking care of me, and he really gets mad at me because I want to go on adventures, and see the world."

"What about your grandmother?"

"She doesn't hit me, but she yells at me over nothing. And she never stops my grandfather from beating me."

The stranger's eyes instantly turned from ice-cold to blazing with anger. "No child," he said bitterly, "should ever have to put up with such pain. Especially from family."

Then he softened. "So, you want to be an adventurer some day, hmmm?"

"I already am!" Dyne said eagerly. "My friend Noah and I went to the White Dragon Cave today! He gave me this ring! He said I was destined to go on lots of adventures and be a great hero!"

The stranger looked at the Dragon Ring on Dyne's finger, apparently impressed. "Wow. That's quite a feat for someone your age. How old are you?"

"Eleven and a half."

"That's it? Maybe you do have the life of an adventurer ahead of you. These days, there aren't enough heroes out there. By the way, what's your name?"


"Pleased to meet you," said the stranger, shaking his hand. "My name is Ghaleon."

# # #

"Dyne! Dyne, where are you?"

Dyne stiffened as he heard his grandfather's voice calling him. "Oh great," he groaned. "Now I'm gonna get it again for being late for dinner."

Ghaleon said nothing, but looked grim. This boy's had enough punishment for one day, he thought. I will not let him be harmed again.

A few seconds later, Mycroft's massive frame burst through the trees, his heavy footfalls crushing the grass beneath his feet. "Dyne! Damn it, didn't you heart me calling..."

"Forgive me," said Ghaleon, as he turned to face Mycroft. "I was lost and this young man was kind enough to give me directions. Is he your son?"

"Grandson," growled Mycroft, apparently angry with the stranger for taking away a reason to thrash Dyne. "Where are you headed?"


"It doesn't take that long to explain how to get there," said Mycroft menacingly, glaring at Dyne.

"I noticed that the boy was injured, and needed medical attention. Apparently, some bullies had given him a terrible beating. It's a pity that people can be so cruel to a child, don't you think?"

"Yeah..." Mycroft muttered, and if looks could kill, there wouldn't be enough of Ghaleon left to fit inside a thimble.

Ghaleon smiled. "Well, it looks as though I should be on my way. I want to reach Saith by morning. Dyne, thank you for your help."

Mycroft was about to wish him off, when he noticed Ghaleon's satchel. Perhaps this freak's got some money on him, he thought. "What?" he said, pretending to be astonished. "You're not really going to try and go through the Weird Woods at night, are you??"

"Why not?"

"It's full of monsters, and it's impossible to see through the fog at night! You'll be killed!"

Ghaleon fought the urge to laugh, knowing exactly what was going on inside Mycroft's greedy mind. "Oh, I think I can take care of myself. But thanks for your concern."

"I won't hear of it! Please. Won't you spend the night at my house? We're about to have dinner, and I'm sure my wife won't mind setting another place."

Ghaleon looked into Dyne's eyes, and saw the eagerness in his eyes. "How could I refuse such a gracious invitation?" he said, bowing to Mycroft.

Mycroft led the way back, Ghaleon and Dyne walking behind him. Dyne looked at him curiously.

"You wanted him to invite you over, didn't you?"

The mischievous gleam in Ghaleon's eyes gave him away.

"That's right," he whispered.

"Why? Not that I'm complaining or anything..."

"I don't think I should leave you alone with your grandfather tonight. Besides, you look like you could use some company."

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