The Power of Three

Chapter 1.

“Well, hurry along dearest, you don’t want to be late to the dinner party!”

“Of course not, mother, I’m trying my best.”

“Now remember, don’t start a fight and remember to bring back as much food as you can.” Her mother licked her paws daintily and looked expectantly at her daughter to agree with her.

“Mother… don’t be silly it’s a formal dinner, I can’t bring back food, that would be stupid. Besides, it’s not all about the food; it’s about the alliances.”

“Dearest, you know the horse kingdom provides the most delectable foods ever!” Her mother’s greedy eyes shone through her eyes, as if a sparkle had magically appeared.

“Mother!” Lyla snapped fiercely. “I’m going to the horse kingdom to decide alliances for the sake of our LIVES! Is food really the only thing you can talk about?” she spat, furious with her mother’s frugal attitude. She curled her tail under her body in anger as she spun around and slammed the door shut with her tail.

“Well, Lyla, took you quite a while.” meowed the awaiting party.

Lyla dipped her head in respect to her minister, a deep purr rising in her throat. “My apologies,” she responded. The minister’s whiskers twitched pleasantly.

“Come along,” he said, signaling the party to move with a flick of his tail. “We have much to discuss with the kingdoms. Our alliances are running short and we need more resources.”

Lyla fell into a rhythmic step with the minister, brushing flanks with him as they padded towards the south gate.

“You’re sure it would be wise to choose the Kevlars, aren’t you? We usually have no trouble escaping.” Lyla meowed.

“The Kevlars are fantastic ground diggers, and can tunnel through the dirt in no time.” the minister reasoned aloud. “And the gold they mine isn’t a bad trade option, either. Plus you know their amazing legend of how kind they are- one of the nicest creatures in all of history. However, many are fighting for their alliance.” he meowed as they padded towards the horse kingdom.  

“Welcome, welcome, all representatives of Kingdoms, to the semi-annual Party of the Alliances!” nickered Balsthar the horse king his powerful and threatening stance looming over the dinner table. His coat was shining and rippling against the light, the reflection of the brown making it seem as if his coat was sparkling. “We are honored to have been chosen to host this event, and the debating will soon begin after the eating. Let the dinner commence!” Instantly, there was a flurry of noise in the air, the sound of food being eaten echoing through the enormous dining hall.

Maria, a Kevlar, eyed each kingdom carefully. Her species was small, and quite abnormally shaped. They had eyes on the top of their head, with noses that slanted downwards in a round manner and arms that stuck out from the sides of their body. They stood upright on two legs and each had a stubby tail that stood out from the back, and their colors of the body were purple, green, and yellow. She glanced carefully at her sister Catherina, who was sitting next to her.

“We must be careful about who to trust with our alliance. We are kind to all the animals, but we need to watch our own backs. We might have to drop some alliances.” she whispered, noticing that the rabbit, who was sitting beside her, had cocked its ear carefully towards her way.

 “Who is to attack us, I ask?” Catherina argued. “I still say we take my original plan- we ally with everyone.”

“Nonsense that’s improbable.” Maria said, narrowing her eyes into thin slits and examining the other animals who all seemed to be conferring with one another. “Allying with one kingdom could mean death with the other. No cross-teaming, remember.”

Catherina rolled her eyes. “I still don’t understand why we can’t live in peace. The kingdoms could all trade prosperously in one. What’s gotten into you, Maria? The Kevlars have always allied with almost all the kingdoms- you know that’s the best way to buy peace within the land.”

Maria didn’t reply. Her mind was spinning and she was intent on choosing the best allies for her kingdom, whether it meant sacrificing the powerful and strong ones for fear of their selfish reasons.

Finally, Balsthar, rose, and snorted, suddenly rearing up onto his hind legs and letting out a death defying neigh of power. The table grew silent, chatters diminishing and animals finishing their last gulps.

“Now!” he called, letting silence pass over the creatures for several moments. “Let the choosing of alliances begin. Remember, only one animal on the table at a time, and there is to be no fighting at all today. At the end of the meeting, we will determine the final alliances and retreat as… unlikely friends.” At the conclusion of his speech, the dog representative scrambled up onto the table and stood confidently, his nose high in the air.

“We make a statement.” He barked. “Anyone who alliances with us are guaranteed their share of the corn we produce. That being said…” he paused and turned to face the Kevlars. “We would like to alliance with the Kevlar, hummingbirds, baboons, and bears.”

Murmurs rippled through the crowd and almost as soon as the dog’s leg left the table, an enormously small pig scrambled up onto the table on her two tiny legs and cleared her throat.

“Most of you know me, I assume.” She squeaked and the crowd laughed at her adorable self, despite the adversary being thrown around the crowd. “But for those of you who don’t,” she said, “I am Pricilla, niece of the famous Archion, who I’m sure you all know, and I’m top notch at archery in my kingdom, as many of you,” she turned to face the cheetahs and jaguars, “have experienced my skill in battle.” she continued. “We would like to request alliances between the Kevlars, the horses, the rhinos, the deer and the moose.”

Maria turned towards Catherina as Balsthar allowed there for a moment of concurrence. “Both, right?” She whispered.

“Definitely. The pigs’ archery skill is necessary for our defense, and the dogs are worthy companions.” Catherina said, looking sideways at the dog kingdom.  

“And loyal, too. You know their nature. They never turn on their allies.” finished Maria, as Balsthar called for the closing of discussion. 

Lyla bounded on the table nimbly, her graceful posture giving her a confident look as she sauntered to the middle of the table and cleared her throat. “The cat kingdom has concurred for a very long time and we have decided the best few alliances to make. Kevlars, lions, cheetahs, bison, cougars, tigers, jaguars, and… rabbit.” She paused, looking for the minister’s nod of approval at their choices. Discussion cast out thorough the crowd, the bison watching Lyla suspiciously as Lyla made her way back to her comrades.

Silence lit the hall and for once, there was a hesitation about who would speak next. Catherina slowly rose in her chair and all eyes turned towards the Kevlar as she walked onto the table, glancing from side to side. Maria tensed, hoping her sister would make the right decisions for their kingdom.

“The Kevlar’s have few alliances to make this year,” Catherina said, referring back to their years when they made alliances with almost every kingdom and chaos had erupted. “We would like to request alliances with the… horses, the pigs, the tigers, lions, cats, rhinos, falcons, dogs, rabbits, bears, deer, moose, cougar, and elephants.” Maria counted almost all the animals, but Catherina had left out a couple of kingdoms.  Immediately, roars erupted from the crowd as Catherina walked slowly back to her seat. She glanced at Maria.

“Did I make the right choice?” She asked her quietly as animals were bellowing at each other. Maria just smiled faintly at her sister as a reply.

Balsthar reared in the air and nickered with a piercingly loud tone, silencing the hall. “Are there any comments?” he blatantly asked, knowing there would be. The hall was silent. The animals looked from each other, to the Kevlars. The kingdoms chosen seemed quite content with their alliance with the popular kingdom.

As the final votes were cast for the alliances, Lyla watched the animals curiously at the edge of the table, her ears flicking back and forth, catching onto broken conversations.

The pig-horse alliance will be dangerous, she thought. Our battle strength can’t topple the Archion’s arrows or Balsthar’s speed. Hopefully they’ll leave us alone. The elephant-hawk alliance will be powerful too. And the Kevlars. They are loved by all. Lyla smiled, and memories swept in her mind of when the Kevlittas had come into the cat kingdom, playing with their kittens and accompanying them during the flee from the storm. We played together and died together.

Chapter 2.

            Maria looked from her father to her sister.

“Well,” sighed the king. “I suppose it would be for the best. Call some allies over to protect us. I hate for them to know about our business with the dragons…” he said to his daughters, his countenance growing in concern.

“It is for the best.” Catherina insisted. She leaned in to her father and whispered, “We both know the attacks from the dragons are getting worse each day. We need some powerful alliances.”

“Agreed,” Maria voiced. “This is the fourth time we’ve had to move our entire kingdom because of the dragons. It’s time we faced them.” We’ve been hiding and running long enough. Our kingdom will never rest in peace as long as the dragons are living.

The king scoffed. “The Kevlars? Face the dragons? It will be the shortest known battle in Kevlar history. Do you think our tiny species, fearful of even an arrow can battle one of the strongest creatures of the forest?” he paused. “No, it will have to do. There will always be prey and predator in the forest, even we can’t be allies with all the species in the world. If the dragons find us delectable, let them come and try to eat us. We shall be ready. Now leave me in peace, daughters. I have much to attend to.”

Maria gave a sideways glance at her sister before they departed, and noticed a herd of small fillies and colts gathered in the center of the town square, nickering and playing with a bunch of the young Kevlars. She smiled to herself and thought Alliances can be bittersweet. It’s a shame that the kingdoms have to be so violent. I’m just glad that our species love almost all the other kingdoms.

“Maria!” A voice called her and she turned to see her mate Brom racing over to her. “How was the dinner?” he asked, feeling her belly gently. “Is the Kevlitta doing alright?”

Maria smiled and put her hand over his on her stomach. She could almost envision their Kevlitta to be one of the brightest, growing up in such a compassionate kingdom with such strong alliances. “Soon.” she whispered and Brom’s eyes grew in delight.

The Archion stood at the banister, his eyes clouded with mists of the unknown. He murmured his thoughts quietly as Pricilla sat beside him, her snout twitching in annoyance.

“What is it Archey?” she squealed, her tail tingling. She herself knew that when the Archion was in prophecy mode, he could see ahead into the future. The Archion’s eyes grew dark and his hooves clipped against the stonewall impatiently. He turned towards his niece and patted her on the head.

“Nothing to fear, Priscilla. I see a life with trauma arriving and his fellowship to guide him to safe havens- one of our own kind, too.” he said, managing a smile. Priscilla blinked and snorted.

“I’m going to the archery range to practice some shots. Want to go with me?” she asked. “Although you probably don’t need practice…” she said, drifting off. The Archion laughed.

“Even the greatest of masters need practice.” he reminded her gently, referring to not only himself, but also to her. “Go along. I’ll be coming soon.” As his niece raced away giddily, he looked once more at the stars and saw a shooting star fall into the sky, disappearing in the night. He closed his eyes, and walked away slowly.

Pricilla breathed in and out, her nostrils twitching. Her eyes caught the faintest whiff in the air and her eyes darted to the movement, she quickly changed her bow angle before immediately releasing her arrow. Thump! Her target landed upon the wall, the arrow cleanly sliced through the middle of the feather. It lay perfectly upon the wall, right where the box was. She stepped back, then pouted.

“There are too many feather strands on the section to the right.” Then, she narrowed her eyes. “And the arrow is sideways.”

The Archion laughed. “It is an excellent job done, little one. Perfection cannot be achieved at such a young age. Perfection, in fact, cannot be achieved at all, in life.”

Pricilla snorted. “And what about you, Archey? You’re perfect at archery. You’re the only reason why we win all the battles we fight!” The Archion’s smile disappeared quickly at her words.

“I fight not to win. I fight to protect the pigs, remember.” He said absently, taking his golden bow out of its case before carefully taking a silver arrow from his sheathe and setting it on his bow. Pricilla watched her uncle in awe as he raised it up and chose his target. He waited for moments, eyes fixated in a straight line from the bow’s path to the target. Then, he released, letting his fingers fly with the arrow as it rotated and turned through the air, hitting the fly perching on the wall, cleanly in the space between the wings in the center of his body. Pricilla let out a shriek of amazement, and then pouted.

“All I have is this bronze bow with a stupid ribbon all over it. I want your golden bow!” She picked it up and almost toppled over from the weight. The Archion walked over to his silver arrow and took it out from the wall gently with the fly. Then, he blew on the fly, his body vibrating with energy and heat as a golden fog emitted from his breath. Suddenly, the fly buzzed back to life and zoomed away, disappearing in only matter of seconds.

“See? I wish I had powers like you.” Pricilla said. Suddenly, the Archion dropped his bow, eyes flaring with fire and Pricilla shrieked, setting her bow and arrow, wildly looking around.

A cool misty breeze followed the sudden flame. He turned to look at his niece, sadness coming upon his eyes. “It has begun.” he murmured. Suddenly, there were shouts from the chamber above and Pricilla’s ears pricked forward. The Archion smiled. “A new family member, Pricilla.” Squealing, Pricilla raced upstairs, stringing her bow on herself and putting her arrow back in its case.

“He’s young, but strong. Look at the fire in his eyes, the way it fuels his body. Natural talent, a good sign.” The Archion said to his brother, Luicwen.

Pricilla scampered next to the bed, looking sideways at the new pig who had just been born. She wrinkled her snout. “He looks young.”

“Dearest, he’ll soon be older than you, I’m sure. Your age-sticking had to happen quite quick, didn’t it…”

“Yes!” Pricilla agreed whole-heartedly. “At age one! And I’m probably already twenty-five right now, speaking in general terms.”

The Archion smiled and glanced at the newborn pig. “He has great powers.” Suddenly, the Archion’s vision became blurry and he was taken into another time, fast-forwarded to the era when he stood there, witnessing the young pig scrambling into the forest, followed by something yellow, gray, and purple. Wings flapped behind them. The scene shifted- the pig was now healing the purple creature- Kevlar! The Archion realized and suddenly he was back in reality. He looked at the young pig. “Deem him worthy.” He whispered, to no one in particular. “He shall play a great part in the kingdoms’ fate. Be blessed, Morgan.” He said, giving him a little spark of energy before leaving with Pricilla.  

“Well?”

“Sire, it’s… it’s a girl.”

Silence spread through the hall. The elephant king stared at the nurse, anger burning in his eyes.

“So it’s a girl, isn’t it. Put her in the dungeon in the upstairs attic.” He growled. “And get me my next wife. I’m intent on having a male heir.” He roared with fury and stormed onto his royal platform, trumpeting through his trunk and muttering to himself.  The nurse trembled, nodded and lumbered away to the Queen. “It is as we feared, madam. He wants Ele in the chamber.”

The Queen closed her eyes. “Bring her up, then, for the king will be checking on her soon.” The nurse picked up the young baby elephant, who was staring up at her mother with sparkling black eyes, blinking them with curiosity.

“Dearest Ele, survive well in this world without me.” The Queen whispered. “For I will soon be going to the guillotine. Nurse, please take good care of her.” She leaned in to her most trusted advisor. “When midnight strikes, he will send her to the guillotine. You must make sure she escapes, and send her off to the pig kingdom where they will care for her. I will not have my only daughter dead alongside me.”

The nurse nodded, and clasped trunks with the Queen as a sign of farewell, their eyes quivering as they looked at one another. Then, the nurse hurried up to the chamber with Ele, as the Queen gave a farewell wave with her trunk to her elephant. Ele stared curiously back at her mother, and then waved back with her trunk.

Maria awoke with a start. A loud ringing echoed through her ears as she looked around, scanning her room. Silence. She sighed, moaned, and flopped over to her other side. Brom was on the other side of the room, sleeping peacefully. Her stomach churned.

That’s it. I’m outta here. She thought to herself, getting up for a walk. She pushed her way out of the tent and examined the kingdom walls. Just a few guards. Taking a stroll out in the courtyard, she noticed the unusually quiet evening. It was a chilly night with her breath visible as she exhaled. Taking a little stop, she sat down on the pavement and closed her eyes, trying to sleep with peace. Her enhanced ears suddenly quivered and her eyes shot open. She twitched her ear and looked up, intent. There was a faint whooshing sound, as if the wind had changed direction. Sighing and heaving her breath, Maria closed her eyes again. It was just the wind.

There was a deafening roar and fire erupted out of nowhere, quickly encapsulating a nearby tent. Maria looked up, and dragons crashed from the sky, perching on top of huts and breathing fire in all directions. She saw orange glows of light reflecting off the walls and felt heat build up around her. She turned her head and saw the dragons crash in, their scales glistening in the moonlight and their eyes sparkling with a desire to fight. Quickly, shrieks and screams arose from the sleeping kingdom. Horrified, Maria could only stare as the dragons tore away at the bricks easily, grabbing Kevlar’s into their mouths and snapping them with one jaw. The air filled with screams and shouts as the dragons roared through the sky, an echo followed by the blast of fire. Kevlars raced all around the place, scrambling to find their loved ones or shelter.

“Quick!” Maria heard her father shout, “Call for our allies! And retreat to the forest!”

Our allies won’t be ready at a time like this. They should be sleeping, Maria thought bitterly to herself as she moved with the flow of the crowd, all trying to race for the gates. She took a shortcut, ducking quickly as fire was breathed over her head. Her heart pounding, she felt herself turn icy cold. Racing to her tent, she saw it had burned to ashes and she immediately froze. Brom! She thought frantically. Racing up the stairs to the chamber where the royal slept, panic seized her. It had crumbled into ashes, still burning with flashes of fire shooting through the remaining parts of it.

“Catherina!” Maria screamed at the top of her lungs, tears springing from her eyes, and she raced to the top, flying into the flames and coughing, springing over fallen boards and scanning the Kevlar’s for a familiar face. Suddenly, there was a roar behind her, and she caught the whiff of a powerful dragon. Eyes wide and turning, she caught a glimpse of a blue-scaled dragon with eyes as sharp as knives. She witnessed it swoop its tail into several Kevlars, crushing them to the ground. Anger burned inside her- she rushed to the ground.

“Papa!” She called aloud, ducking and managing to avoid a falling brick tent. Kevlars were racing to tunnel themselves out, dirt flying everywhere and fire following them.

“This will be the last of the Kevlars!!” Snarled the leader of the dragons. “Quick- search the forest, they will be retreating there. The remaining of you, scan the kingdom and demolish all who you find living.”

Maria shuddered and climbed carefully to the edge of a wall, cornering herself from view.

I can’t go into the forest, however good that option seems. They will be expecting us there. I can’t stay in here either, they’ll find me. She thought, assessing her options. The best thing for me to do is hide- and hide far, too. Where they won’t find me. Maybe I can make it to the horse kingdom.

Scrambling out of the way, she ducked into the tunnel and scuttled out of the ashen gate, retreating to the forest, where many of the other Kevlars had gone. I need to go somewhere different- unpredictable. She thought, suddenly crossing the woodlands heading towards the river. She heard the roars of the dragons in the distance and her heart pounded as she hastened to the edge of the river. Tunneling her way deep down, she found an opening- a hollow tunnel that led across the river. Staying in the shelter, she closed her eyes and prayed no dragons would decide to tear up the entire riverbed.

Dawn. The sun rose from its hiding place, peeking yonder the mountains. Maria’s eyes flew open and she cautiously dug her way back to the surface. All was quiet, and there wasn’t much noise. With reluctance, she crawled into the forest, ducking past trees and hiding behind bushes. The forest was utterly quiet. Maria climbed past the open area of the clearing and smelled blood. She looked around before running hastily into the back area of the forest, searching earnestly for any signs of life. When she reached a small clearing, she paused. There was a tiny hut, out of nowhere, in the middle of the trees. Frowning and flaring with panic, but with no hope left inside of her, Maria made her way inside.

“Hello? Anyone home?”

“Maria… of the Kevlar kingdom. Welcome,” a warm voice said and Maria jumped, spinning around to find herself face to face with a young she-cat with a pretty snow-white pelt and dazzling green eyes. “Please,” she continued, “sit. I am the Witch of the Woodlands and I see that you are very troubled with recent events. You seem, to be the last one of your kind.” she said absently.

Maria stared ahead at the cat. “What do you mean, the last one? You don’t mean… all the Kevlar’s are wiped out?” she breathed, doubt clouding her assumption.

The cat gravely nodded, her eyes going back and forth from side to side. “All throughout the night, the dragons were fiercely intuitive, digging through the grounds to snatch up your species and eat them. Only you were clever enough to go to the riverbed.

“But Catherina! And the rest of the kingdom council! They all know about the riverbed! And I’m sure at least one of the Kevlar’s scuttled to one of our ally kingdoms!” Maria protested, refusing to believe the truth.

The she-cat blinked, her tail swishing with patience and understanding. “I am the Witch of the Woodland, dear.” she reminded Maria gently, her eyes glittering. Maria narrowed her eyes, a sudden distrust forming in her mind. “I am only confronting you with this news because we need to hasten into action.”

Maria put down her cup of water. “What action?” she asked, standing up and preparing to flee.

The cat perched gracefully on the chair. “I have devised a plan for your Kevlitta to live. The prophecy says that he will be the last of his kind and that none other can possibly survive.”

“The prophecy?” echoed Maria absently. “So this was all in a prophecy.” she said, flatly.

“It is fate, dearest,” the cat meowed gently. “And what cannot be changed, simply cannot.” she continued without asking for permission. “In order for your Kevlitta to live, you must undergo a transformation into a dragon- first; you must steal a potion within the dragon’s den that is a calming potion, perfect for your Kevlitta when he is born. Then, hatch your Kevlitta under the dragon’s territory and teach the young one tactics to avoid the heavy creatures. Then, set him free and tell him to run for his life. The dragons will soon find out that they have been deceived, and murdering you will buy your Kevlitta time to escape.”

Maria blinked, the information going in one ear and out the other. “But why can’t I just stay refuge in the horse kingdom, our ally?” She questioned. “I could live, and my Kevlitta could live.” She paused. “Why are you helping me?”

“You don’t understand.” The cat hissed urgently. “I was not always a witch.” Her eyes softened and for a moment, she was a normal cat again- Snowy, back in the cat kingdom. “After the storm, the cats fled in different directions. I was near death and starving, until I found a herd of Kevlars in the forest looking for refugees. I was already dying, though, and the only way they could save me was with the cost that I was bonded to the woodlands. As a witch.” She closed her eyes. “My life is forever indebted to them, and I would do anything to protect them. Especially, the last of the Kevlars.”

Maria blinked, wondering if the story she told was true. Yes, the Kevlars had helped the cats after the great storm, and a sudden gut feeling told her this was the only way her Kevlitta could survive.

“Are you ready to let your Kevlitta live?” asked the cat. Maria said nothing. Suddenly, she felt a burning sensation all over her body, and then she started screaming.

  

Chapter 3.

“Who are you?” gruffly spat the nearest dragon, who had dark red scales and a ferocious countenance as he snarled at Maria, unsheathing and sheathing his claws repeatedly as if ready to pounce on her as soon as she spoke.

“I’m Daphnia. From the… northern area of the dragons.” Maria said quickly, naming an area of dragons she had recently heard of. “I’ve come down here for a warmer climate, for I’m giving birth soon.”

“Well, well, well. An outcast from the northern area,” said a new voice, and Maria turned to see a dark blue scaled dragon with enormous jaws climb his way up to Maria. His eyes were slits and his tail was going back and forth with impatience. He was definitely the leader of the colony. Maria gulped as she nodded her head respectively. He surveyed her with contempt and scorn.

“Stay with the other females, in the southern part of the caves.” he spat, pointing to the general area with his tail. Maria bowed courteously and lumbered over.

These dragons aren’t very civilized, are they, she flatly made an observation to herself. Something churned in her belly and she cringed, knowing the Kevlitta would be arriving soon- in a couple of days. She relaxed awkwardly on her new pair of four legs, and wondered how and where she could get to the calming potion. She watched carefully as the leader stalked his way back into his cave and knew instantly it would be in there. She instinctively knew if she didn’t get it and bore a Kevlitta, he would be crying all over the place from the unnatural smell and overpowering presence of the dragons, including herself. Night soon fell, and the dragons drifted to sleep. Maria looked around cautiously as she paced carefully towards the leader’s den and peeked inside. It was dark, yet the light of moon dimly lit the blackened cave. She saw a collection of bottles and jewelry in the corner and began to fish through them. Her claws made it awkward for her to look, and she grimly regretted her transformation. There were too many potions! Panic flared in her as she heard a growl in the corner. Taking a guess, she snatched two of the small liquids in vials and pressed them in her claws, careful not to shatter them.

“Who’s there?” growled the leader. He crashed into the den and snarled, roaring and bursts of fire coming from his nostrils.

“It’s Daphnia!” she cried, retreating in the corner carefully as the leader blew a fireball in the corner to light up the area. “I… I couldn’t sleep well. It’s too cold outside.” she lied smoothly.

“You have no business coming into my den. Stay. Out.” he snarled, eyes lighting with fire and anger. He looked down at his collection, scanning them suspiciously. Agitation fluttered through Maria and she backed out of the cave.

“How do I know which potion to give him? She thought frantically as she climbed over to the darkest corner she could find in the platform. She paused. Only fate can help us now.

Lyla’s nose twitched in the air. Her ears moved back and forth, as if hearing screams from all directions of the forest. She paced back and forth uncertainly. “We were supposed to have had a visit from the Kevlars to give them our gems. Why haven’t they come yet?” She questioned the minister.

“The Kevlars are busy creatures. They have many allies, and many are seeking their companionship, such agreeable creatures they are.” He nodded. “It is understandable why they should delay their visit here.” He stared licking his paw and then looked up. “They have been having spontaneous attacks recently.”

“From which kingdom?” Asked Lyla. “Shouldn’t we station some cats over there, to help them?”

“The Kevlars claimed they didn’t need our assistance, for if “the species attacked again, anyone who doesn’t know how to tunnel would be perished’ so said Catherina, as I asked her if she needed assistance.” The minister’s whiskers twitched. “And for some reason they said species, not kingdom. So the animal must not be a part of the Kingdoms.”

“One of the strange creature families? Impossible! They leave us alone and we leave them alone.” Lyla’s tail lashed and she flexed her claws. “I’m going to pay a visit to the Kevlar kingdom. Find out if they need any help.” And without waiting for the minister’s approval, she sprung down from the high rock and pranced her way to the opening, disappearing into the day. She crossed into the forest, that was the center of all the kingdoms, and took the left fork path, bounding soundlessly across the river rocks and crossing the plains that led to the horse kingdom.

Lyla paused in front of the southern fork, leading to the Kevlar kingdom. Her nose twitched, but she didn’t smell any of the familiar wafers of bread that the Kevlars made so well coming from the general direction.

They couldn’t have moved kingdoms again, have they? She thought, remember the last few times their location had changed. She looked left, and right, and then took the southern fork, pacing herself carefully. Looking at the road as she walked, she smelled it and it scented dusty, as if no one had recently walked the roads. Flattening her ears in suspicion, she started running along the road, panic riding over her as she turned the corner, usually seeing the strong gates that the horses had built for the Kevlars. No. The gates were torn apart, crashed upon the ground and the edges were burnt off. Lyla leapt gracefully over the gate and sniffed silently at the burnt edge, hissing in disgust as a pungent odor hit her nose, not a familiar kingdom smell. She turned around and looked at the kingdom. Once, it had been beautiful, with hanging gardens over the buildings, well-paved roads, and lively laughter filed in the air as the young Kevlittas played with the dogs and cats that visited. Now, it looked like a landfill, with smoking buildings and not a sound of a soul. Lyla’s eyes opened in disbelief and her heart stopped pounding. Her legs were frozen there, on the spot and she stared into the kingdom. She just, stared. Then, she yowled into the open air, fury erupting from her soul. She started bounding back to her kingdom, not stopping to glance back once.

Maria held back her screams of pain. She could feel the Kevlitta pushing his way out and she attempted not to growl, snort, bring any attention to herself. The leader and his fellow mates were on a hunting mission, however there were still several guards nearby. Suddenly, she could hear her Kevlitta shuffle onto the ground, a wail building up in his throat. As quick as lightning, she popped open the potion with her sharp teeth and thrust the potion into his mouth. He gobbled it up happily, assuming it was milk. He was small for a Kevlitta and quite short for how tall he was supposed to be. He was exceptionally purple and as Maria examined his back, he had three green spots right above her tail. Confusion spreading over her, she didn’t have time to react, for she heard the sound of the dragon’s wings flapping from afar.

“Quickly.” she whispered, praying and assuming that her Kevlitta could understand her. “Into my arms.”

Surprisingly, the Kevlitta jumped into her wide open arms and slimed deep down into her belly warmth. She smiled. Her Kevlitta was just what she wished he would turn out to be. Strong and smart, although a little short.

“I shall name him Kevlar,” she whispered, only loud enough for her and her Kevlitta to hear. Kevlar poked his head out of her stomach, as if hearing her whisper and she smiled, love pouring out of her soul. She was now determined to let Kevlar live whatever it took. Suddenly, she could hear the pounding of the dragon leader back into the cave and Kevlar whimpered, climbing into the depths of his mother’s stomach.

“Daphnia! Come join us with our newly caught deer- it’s a fantastic feast!” invited one of the nicer queens.

Maria looked over at the dog-pile and witnessed the dragons ripping apart the pieces of mean. She felt sick at the thought. Kevlars were vegetarian and she felt sympathy for the deer that had died.

“I’m fine.” she called faintly. “I’m quite tired- I’ll join you soon.”

As soon as she was sure the dragons were consumed with their meal, she opened her arms. Kevlar blinked at her, somehow knowing she was his mother yet not knowing at how such a repelling creature could have borne him.

“Kevlar. Kevlar. Kevlar. Kevlar. That is your name.” Maria said, repeating it aloud till he could say it several times. “Stay away from the dragons. Dragons, bad. Dragons, bad. Kevlar is good, kind, sweet, smart.” Maria urged words of support to her Kevlitta, who she knew would deal with trauma as soon as he escaped. “Run away. Run!” Maria trained her Kevlitta throughout the night, and whether he understood her words or not she felt comforted by telling herself the last of the Kevlitta kind would be safe if she trained him well enough.

Ele lumbered from the forest. The last words echoed in her ear: pig, go, kingdom. She was utterly confused. She would have considered herself a smart elephant baby, but… words she couldn’t comprehend yet. She knew what pigs were, so she decided to go in that general direction. Wherever that was… her nurse had pointed somewhere far away, so off she went.

Slowly walking through the forest, Ele paused to glance at the beautiful trees and breathe in the misty air. She smiled and giggled as a gust of wind pushed her eat out of place and it slapped her in the face. Suddenly, she felt something vibrating through the ground. Looking up, the rumbling continued to vibrate in her feet and she felt a little uneasy. Alarm flew through her, yet a feeling told her this was no foe, but an ally. She blinked several times as a herd of horses came pounding through the forest. The Cimarron of the herd nickered, calling for them to stop as they reached the young elephant. They breathed heavily through their nose, their sides heaving up and down from racing across the plains.

“What’s this?” A young horse with a dapple-grey coat shouldered his way to the front of the line. He eyed Ele carefully. “A baby elephant? Wandering the roads of the horse kingdom… alone? He looked around carefully. “Brace for attack!” he suddenly ordered and the group of horses lined up in rows, snorting with anger and ready for attack. Ele was utterly confused. She looked at the horse, which she decided to name Dapple-Grey and tried to convey her question to him.

“Do you know where the pig kingdom is?” she said, although she only thought she said it.

“She speaks!” Dapple-Grey said, rearing up in alarm and snorting. Ele blinked.

“Please, kind horse, do you know where the pig kingdom is?” Yet it only sounded like muffled cries and wails. Dapple-Grey looked at her calmly, and then looked into the forest. It seemed she had no comrades.

“Young one, why are you here?” he asked carefully.

Ele refused to answer, partially because she couldn’t understand what he was asking.

Dapple-Grey sighed. “Let’s bring her to the kingdom and see what Balsthar has to say about her.”

“That means bringing an enemy into our territory.” reasoned a light brown quarter horse. “Is that wise? We should probably just leave her here.”

“Leaving her here is more dangerous than taking her with us. She’s a child for heavens sake.” snorted another one- an Arabian with a black coat and black mane. “I’m with Death’s March.”

Death’s March, also known as Dapple-Grey, nodded. “Bring the baby elephant back to the horse kingdom.”

Ele found herself being heaved up onto the backs of several horses. I am assured these are not my enemies. She thought to herself, glancing back at the horses who were eyeing her carefully. No. My enemy is the one who pursues the Kevlar.

Morgan turned the page of his book and his eyes flew through the words. Pricilla looked at him with disgust.

“He thinks he can read. Pathetic.”

The Archion smiled. “I’ll have to do some severe training with him on his powers before he leaves.”

Pricilla looked up. “Leaves? What do you mean, leaves? Where is Morgie going?”

“Nowhere,” The Archion said hastily. “Nowhere indeed. Come; let’s test his ability for a bow and arrow. He might have natural talent.”

“I hope he doesn’t,” Pricilla said, bouncing up in her chair. “I was born with natural talent; he was born with natural powers. He can’t have both. That’s not fair!”

Morgan looked at the device presented to him. It was shiny, and he grabbed it slowly. And then came the second part, a sharp, long, skinny piece of rod. He held it between his hooves carefully. There was string on the first device.

Why, it’s a bow and arrow, he thought, stringing the bow to the arrow easily. Now for a target. He saw the circular board just ahead of him and aimed for the red dot in the center, where there were many holes. Hmmm. There must be some many good archers in this kingdom. He thought, releasing the bow evenly. It hit the dot squarely.

“THAT’S NOT FAIR!” screamed Pricilla, making Morgan jump in fright. The Archion stroked his niece.

“Listen, Pricilla. You are excellent at the bow and arrow. Why, when you were first born you could have already shot moving objects. It’s impressive. Now, listen. Morgan has been brought upon the world for a very special purpose in fate. I’m quite sure he is the reincarnation of some of the very talented gods. There is no reason for you to be jealous, now.” he said evenly, and Pricilla’s pout soon turned into an even countenance. She looked at Morgan suspiciously.

“Special purpose in fate? Hmph.” Suddenly, she picked up her bow and arrow with amazing speed not even the Archion could predict and shot the arrow straight at Morgan’s leg.

“Pricilla!” The Archion shouted, his hand up, ready to heal the wound with his powers. However, he paused, and watched Morgan’s reaction. The bronze arrow stuck right through his leg and he looked down, blinking. Gently, he reached down and plucked it out, walked over to Pricilla, and gave it back to her.

“Your skills are very good, but I am not your enemy.” he said quietly. The Archion paused and examined his nephew’s leg. There was not even one sign of injury.

“I should have known,” The Archion murmured.

“What? Is he like not capable of dying, like you?” Pricilla said, irritated. “Is he immortal like me, too?” She asked.

“No. It’s more complicating than you think, little one. Why don’t you choose some better targets other than your own cousin?”

“Well, well, well.” Balsthar eyed the young elephant and she boldly glared at him.

“I am Princess Ele of the Elephant kingdom. I demand to be brought to the pig kingdom.” she said, but the horses gave no sign of understanding. She stomped her foot impatiently on the ground.

“This isn’t just any elephant. This is the recent Princess.” he said, nodding his head.

“Then what was she doing wandering the roads?”

Balsthar narrowed his eyes. “I’m not sure. Be on the watch out for any of those wily elephants. In the meantime, I’m calling the Archion over. He and I need to talk about some business.”

The Archion glanced sideways at Ele and she cocked her head back at him. For some reason, she knew that this pig was extremely powerful.

 “That’s our newest addition to the kingdom- Ele. What do you make of her?” Asked the Balsthar. “We’re not quite sure what to do with her.”  

“Keep her. And keep her well,” The Archion said bluntly. “Make sure she gets the best education. And whatever you do, do NOT give her back to the elephant kingdom. She is powerful.” The Archion glanced back at Ele once more and saw a faint golden outline shimmer on her tusks. When he blinked, it was gone. “Very powerful indeed. Now, let’s talk alliance.”

Chapter 4.  

 “Now remember, using your powers isn’t about fueling your feelings into it. That is generally what most magicians think- to fuel your anger into fire, or to think about calming environments to be invisible. No, that is amateur thinking. It works, but it won’t take you far,” The Archion said, and Morgan stared at him, somehow interpreting all his words correctly and he nodded. “The true key to using your powers is in the inner core- your soul. You must remain emotionless, for if your emotions show through your powers they can become uncontrollable and have a mind of its own. Your mind must be completely blank, except for your one goal and what you must achieve. And the power should come naturally to you- there is no calling for it, since we are magicians. The only part about this is learning to summon them at the right time, and how to control them and keep them still. And- how to keep a steady mind.”

“That’s a lot to keep in mind.” Morgan said, his childish voice sounding innocent and naïve. The Archion smiled. Yet a child but mature as an adult.

“Just keep in mind the basics and I’m sure you can manage for a while. You have a wide variety of powers in your store, and be aware of how much energy each takes up.”

Morgan nodded. “Uncle, I have the six diamonds. You must know about them, right?”

The Archion nodded and waited for Morgan to proceed. “Well, I was thinking about rearranging the position of them in my body. Is that possible? Just in case an animal found out where one was. That is the only way to kill me.”

“Yes, I’m sure it’s possible. The six diamonds are your source of power, you must guard them well.” The Archion said, a vision suddenly flashing in his mind. He paused. “And it’s possible to give away your diamonds, too.”

Morgan looked up, startled. “Give them away? Give my life away? Why would I want to do that? And how?”

The Archion shrugged. “I’m sure you’ll figure out in your own good time, nephew. Now that’s enough for today. Why don’t you go play with the other pigs in the courtyard?”

Eagerly sprang down from his chair and trotting away, Morgan was quite unaware that in a few days’ time, his entire life would change.

“Your golden tusks, Ele. They are your source of power. It’s rare for me to have met an elephant so powerful, but, well, here we are, aren’t we?” asked the horse, who was training Ele with her powers. “Remember, you have two of them, so your mind must be aware of the different actions they are doing. You must feel it in your tusks.”

“How would you know? You’re not an elephant,” Ele said defiantly, although she did feel the warmth tingle in her tusks. Closing her eyes, she pictured her tutor wrapped up in vines, and she felt a pain shoot through her tusks, pulling her along with it as vines shot from her tusks and climbed towards the horse. She was pulled along with the vines, but she rammed into the table and was thrown to the ground as the vines continued to shoot out of her tusks. Blinking, he gave a wave of his tail and the vines vanished. Groaning, Ele stood back up, rubbing her tusks in pain.

“It’s natural you cannot sustain your power the first couple of times you use it, but remember to keep a strong stance. If you want to pull anything or push anything from your tusks, it all comes with the weight of your body.

“King Balsthar!” Ele suddenly said, and scrambled over to Balsthar, who was standing in the doorway.

“How is she doing?” Balsthar asked the magician.

“Extremely well. She’s doing fantastic in her studies and has grown very mature… although she seems quite defiant in nature, and independent.” the magician hesitated. “And she doesn’t seem to listen to me much. Are you sure this is what the Archion said to do?”

Balsthar eyed the tutor. “Exactly. And I would go with the Archion’s word without it even making sense… like this.” he patted Ele on the head with his tail and galloped out of the room.    

Lyla bounded in camp and yowled, sending many cats to look up. Sensing her anger and fear, they followed her quickly as she raced to the minister’s den, bursting into the den.

“They’re gone! All gone!” She gasped, choking in air as the minister abruptly stood up, eyes wide in alarm. “The Kevlars! They’re all gone!”

The minister paused, nose flaring and tail sweeping back and forth in disbelief. “What do you mean, gone? Their kingdom is deserted? They must have just moved.”

“No, it’s not that. Their entire kingdom is burnt away and all their houses are crashed. I don’t know what happened, but I think they got ambushed.” Lyla breathed in and out furiously, her heart beating wildly at her discovery.

“And all of them are gone? Impossible. I’m sure they just settled somewhere else.”

“All of them have to be gone. Otherwise, they’d just call their allies to help them.”

The minister’s whiskers twitched in disbelief. “I’ll send over a messenger to the pig and horse kingdom to ask. You get some rest.” He said, flicking his tail to his messenger. And across the sharp rocks did the messenger bound, crossing the river and pacing through the forest carefully, running into several other animals which whom he either shared a scratch or a friendly conversation, and finally reached the horse kingdom.

“Let him in- it’s a messenger from the cat kingdom!”

“The cat kingdom? We are no allies…” Balsthar said. Suspicion flickered in his heart.

“He bears the white flag, your majesty,” claimed the guard.

“Lead him in, but be wary of his actions.”

The messenger cat was brought in, and he bowed low.

“From the minister of the cat kingdom- message to Balsthar of the horse kingdom- ‘One of our representatives went to go check on the Kevlars and their kingdom is abandoned. Wondering if any came to you.’ Message, over.”

There was silence in the hallway, followed by muttering from the nearby guards. Balsthar snorted. “That’s impossible. I’m sure the cat kingdom is just fooling us with their lies.” The cat messenger held back a retort. “You bring back a message to your minister that we will investigate the Kevlar kingdom ourselves. Over.” He flung several coins to the messenger, who picked them up greedily and bounded away.

Ele peeked out from under the tablecloth and looked from Balsthar to the cat who was bounding away. She contemplated carefully about the news she just heard.   

“Death’s March!” Ordered Balsthar, calling to Dapple-Grey. “Rider’s Heart, Silversnow, and Marsapan. You four ride to the Kevlar kingdom with much haste and report back what you see.” Balsthar said. “Lily’s Petal- come. You will take a message to the pig kingdom for me.”  And Lily’s Petal’s hooves pounded across the plains as she galloped through the rocky roads, taking a shortcut through the marshes with fierce determination and finally, with heaving sides, she reached the pig kingdom.

“Welcome, ally. We have spotted you moors away. The Archion has been awaiting,” the guard said to Lily’s Petal, who trotted her way to the castle to see Pricilla, the Archion, and a young looking pig sitting at the end of the hall. She snorted with tiredness and was grateful for the water they served her before she told the Archion her message from the horse kingdom.

Pricilla looked up at the Archion when the messenger was finished, her eyes filled with confusion.

“What does she mean, the Kevlar kingdom might be gone?” she asked the Archion, who was deep in thought. Morgan piped up.

“You can tell Balsthar it’s true. The Kevlars were attacked by the dragon colony. I’m pretty sure all of them are gone.”

His words echoed down the hall. Lily’s Petal looked curiously at the young pig, her ears flicked back in disbelief. Pricilla, the Archion, and everyone in the room glanced briefly at Morgan. Then, the Archion cleared his throat. “Morgan speaks the truth.” He glanced evenly at Lily’s Petal. “Tell the king that the Kevlar kingdom has been attacked as I’m sure your scouts will have found. Also, tell him…” he paused, a vision suddenly flashing in his mind briefly for several moments, a faraway look in his eyes. Lily’s Petal snorted curiously, but Pricilla held up her hoof in silence. Then, the Archion’s irises returned to his normal color. “Tell him we need to conference, immediately. Here, tonight, when the sun sets. Also- when you return to the kingdom, go the path of the rivers. The moors are unsafe with roaming dragons.”

Lily’s Petal blinked, and nodded as Pricilla threw her the coins. Then, she cantered off.

“Uncle, can I join into your conference today?” Pricilla asked. “I know some of the best battle techniques!”

The Archion looked sideways at Pricilla. “Dearest, we are not planning an attack on the dragon, and it would be best if you stayed out. Mogan- you will join our conference.”

Morgan gave a slight nod with his head and Pricilla frowned, hoping out of her seat and jumping over to the window, scanning outside.

“The sun’s just about to set.” She observed. The Archion looked out the window, getting glimpses of the beautiful mix of colors erupting throughout the sky before taking Morgan and walking into the back room.

Balsthar walked in, followed by Ele and another black-coated horse called Midnight. The Archion wearily glanced at Midnight, and within moments, he was sent out of the room, into the village to roam while at meeting.

Ele peered curiously at the young pig by the Archion’s side. He seemed oddly familiar yet strangely unknown. Morgan looked back at the wondrous elephant, her tusks glimmering with golden sparks. He pulled at his uncle’s ear and pointed to Ele’s golden tusks, and the Archion nodded before speaking to Balsthar.

“Balsthar, horse king, I’m sure you’ve heard that the Kevlar kingdom has gone down in ashes.”

Sorrow reeked over the king’s countenance. “Yes, I’m aware. Are you sure all of them are… dead?” he asked carefully.

“All but one,” The Archion said, leaning in. “And there is a reason why I asked you to bring the elephant with you.” Ele looked up.

“One? Where is he?” Balsthar looked up. “What does Ele have to do with this?”

            “My vision limits me and I cannot unfortunately see the presence of the Kevlar, however I have seen that the elephant and Morgan have been sent here to intertwine their fate with the Kevlar.”

“What can Ele do to help? Or the pig?” Balsthar asked.

“I have only seen bits and pieces of the future. For instance, the elephant holds power to the golden tusks, an immense power that has access to many privileges. And Morgan has the six diamonds, which give him six lives, each with incredible power.” Balsthar waited for the Archion to continue. “I have seen events such along the line of this- a frantic Kevlitta runs from hungry dragons who sweep down to kill him, perishing the last of the Kevlars. However, it can be avoided. If we send in Morgan and Ele into the forest at exactly three sun turns after midday, they can find the Kevlar and help him.

“Young Ele? She hasn’t had much time to train with her powers.” Balsthar said, glancing sideways at the elephant. Ele looked up, her eyes sparkling, sensing an excitement of adventure in the air.

“Even if she hasn’t, there is not option. Unless you want the Kevlar to die, Ele and Morgan must follow strict instructions.” His smile turned into a grave mask. “But you must promise to let her into the forest at three sun turns after midday, or the Kevlar might not live. The existence of this Kevlar means the utmost importance, for he is the last one of the species that has brought so much happiness and prosperity into the kingdoms.”

Balsthar nodded. “I understand. I very much would like for the kind species to survive- they have brought us much happiness in the past.” He snorted. “Where are they to go after they escape from the dragons?”

The Archion paused, turning to Morgan slightly. “I presume they will try and head for White Village.” Balsthar looked confused, so the Archion went on to explain.

“White Village is a small village for any animal of any sorts to come stay or visit, as long as they hold a good heart. The village is not part of the kingdoms, which is why animals of all sorts live there. The gate is a stronghold and the guards above will not let anyone in unless they can sense their heart is well, which tends to be in our favor, doesn’t it? Also in White Village is my brother- Uncle Pig, who is also very wise and can give shelter for the trio, if they make it that far.”

Balsthar nodded, understanding. “They won’t be coming back to the kingdoms, will they?”

“Once they are together, nothing can drive them apart.” The Archion voiced wisely. “They will be forever connected and will soon find their purpose in life with what they want to do. For here and on, this power of three will fuel the separation of the kingdoms and join us together into one.”

Balsthar blinked, his tail swishing back and forth in disbelief, but he said nothing, just bowing his head. “I will send Ele off into the forest tomorrow- three sun turns after midday.” And he trotted off with Ele, who waved at the Archion in farewell with her trunk.

  

Chapter 5.

The sun rose, stretching its rays across the sky and beaming out into the world. The air was misty cold and a faint breeze was blowing through the trees of the forest, the leaves moving slightly as if whispering to one another. Maria looked up, the sunlight streaming into the cave. She saw the leader crawling out of the cave probably to feast on his breakfast. She opened her arms slightly and out popped Kevlar. He had grown strong, and full of bright energy.

It’ll have to be today that I let him go. Any longer, and I’ll starve. What am I supposed to eat- their meat? I’m a vegetarian at heart. And if I go into the forest suddenly without flying… it’s too suspicious. And the colony might fly off somewhere. And how will I explain to them that I don’t know how to fly? Maria grimly looked at her Kevlitta.

“Today’s the day.” she said gently, still puzzling over the three spots he had on his back. She picked him up gently. “You must run to the pig kingdom, remember. Seek the Archion.”

Pig? Archion? The words echoed uncertainly in Kevlar’s head, but he could understand some of the words spoken- run. It was a simple nature enforced into his brain, since he was born. The art of fleeing from danger or trouble.

“I’ll do it after luncheon.” Maria said aloud, to Kevlar as well as herself. Her belly rumbled with hunger and she lapped the water given to her, knowing it wouldn’t be enough. Any berries that she managed to get ahold of went straight to Kevlar without question. She was ready to make Kevlar legendary.

Kevlar fled- scrambling as fast as his legs could carry him. His stubby legs made his pace slowly, and he panted as he ran, dodging past trees as a roar erupted behind him. The trees behind him crashed to the floor as the dragons were flying low, ready for a burst of fire to emit from their mouths. Sensing the heat coming, Kevlar took a sharp turn unexpectedly and raced through the forest, seeking any signs of life.

“PST! Over here!” a voice hissed and Kevlar spun around, his enhanced hearing making him notice the tree that spoke to him. Or… the animal that was in the tree. He instinctively knew it was friend, not foe, so he climbed up the tree inside the trunk and found himself face to face with a pig.

Somehow, his inner voice just told him it was a pig.

“Hiding in the trees won’t help us- they breathe fire,” he told the pig, his words coming quite naturally but sounding blurred. Morgan looked at him curiously.

“Not this tree,” was all he said. Kevlar looked at him quietly as dragons’ wings flapped overhead and fire burned all around him. “Welcome to the walking tree. It’s fireproof, too.” Morgan said, and suddenly, Kevlar could feel the entire tree get up and move. He could see fire burning all around him.

“Who are you?” He asked.

“The name is Morgan, but as for whom I am, I’m not quite sure. I was told by my Uncle to come save anyone in the forest that seemed to be in trouble, so I’m listening to his words. I think we’re supposed to meet an elephant,” he said, his eyes seeming extremely focused and aware of surroundings.

“Wait- stop the tree,” Kevlar said. Morgan stopped and Kevlar hopped out, looking around. The clearing was empty. “How fast were we moving?”

“Pretty fast,” Morgan said. “I just learned from uncle how to enhance the speed of the powers I use.”

“Kevlar, right?” Ele stepped out from the shadows.

Morgan smirked and turned to Kevlar. “I told you so.”

Ele’s ears twitched. “The dragon’s will be coming soon. We should get moving.”

Kevlar started climbing back into the tree, but Ele stopped him.

“A moving tree is extremely suspicious. We should travel on foot.”

“Where are we going?” Asked Morgan, to no one in particular.

“We’re supposed to go to White Village.” Ele said.

“Do we even know what direction that is?”

“Let’s try and get on the main road.” Ele said, lumbering quickly towards the main road.

“Is that a wise decision?” Morgan whispered to Kevlar.

Kevlar shrugged. “She seems to know what she’s doing.” And they followed carefully, turning their heads after every snap of a branch.

They reached the crossroads between the forest and the Kevlar kingdom and looked around. “Look- there’s a gate over there! Maybe it’s White Village.” Kevlar said, scrambling quickly towards the gate only to fall to dismay. “There’s nothing here.” He looked at the burnt area before him. “Whoever lived here must have died.”

Morgan and Ele exchanged glances, their heart sinking. They stood there for a moment, giving Kevlar a last chance to see his hometown. Suddenly, erupting from the trees a roar bellowed through them. The three spun around, shrieking as a dragon flew towards them, jaws open.

“Kevlar! Run!” shrieked Ele as golden streaks shot from her tusks and penetrated through the dragon, melting him. Kevlar’s eyes widened and he ran, going into the kingdom and scrambling to tunnel himself away.

“We can’t lose sight of him!” Morgan said, clearing his mind. Eyes turning icy blue, a shield erupted from his hands and he expanded it across the gate. “My shield won’t last long. Come on!” He called, grabbing Ele as they ran to follow Kevlar. Suddenly, fire sprang up in front of them and Morgan put out his hand to hinder the heat from reaching them. Claws reached out from the sky and grabbed Morgan, squishing his entire body as the dragon lifted back into the air, soaring away.

“Morgan!” Ele called, golden sparks erupting from her tusks as she emitted energy to pull Morgan back towards her, until another pair of claws grabbed her into the air and dropped her, letting her pummel towards the earth. Before she landed, her ears barely got the words:

“I’ve got the Kevlar. Let’s head back to camp.”

And then, she hit the ground and her world went black.

The Archion woke, sweat running down his forehead. My dream will be reality, he realized, if I can’t help them! He looked through the window quickly- it was almost two sun turns after midday. Panic arising, he closed his eyes and cleared his mind, imagining the cat kingdom extremely clearly in his mind, and when he opened his eyes, he was surrounded by hissing cats.

“It’s the Archion! Make way!” called a black she-cat. The Archion flew to the minister’s den, urgency running through his mind.

“Minister! Urgent business! I need a cat by the name of Lyla.”

A pretty ginger she-cat looked up from the corner of the den, ears flicking forward in interest.

“Lyla. At the third sun turn after midday I need you to go to the crossroads of the Kevlar kingdom and the forest. You must stand there and any animal who comes that way you must tell them the direction to White Village. After you help them you must flee for your life, but you must make sure they know the direction to White Village!” The Archion said, looking deeply in her eyes to see if she understood. She blinked, confused, but knew better than to question the Archion’s wisdom.

“I shall do it.”

“And if you see dragons coming towards you, flee, but stay nearby.”

“Dragons?” Lyla echoed, but the Archion said no more for in an instant, he was gone. Lyla turned towards the minister and looked sideways at him.

“He was always a curious pig, the Archion.” she said, wondering what the meaning of her question was, Slowly, she stepped out of the den and stretched, preparing to make a long journey towards the crossroads.

“Kevlar- go. Run as fast as you can towards the forest. Mommy loves you, remember that. Mommy is always with you- here.” She pointed to his heart and he looked up.

“I’ll miss you mother.” He said, somehow knowing he wouldn’t be seeing her again. The dragons were away at their hunting party and Maria was already near death, starving. Kevlar started walking away, never looking away.

“Go!” Maria said, blowing air to encourage him as he scrambled out of the den and away. Maria closed her eyes.

Moments later, the hunting party returned. He suddenly stopped in his tracks and smelled the air. Maria stiffened, hoping to buy more time for Kevlar.

“I smell something quite strong in here- as if… Kevlar scent?”

“That’s impossible.” Maria retorted. “They’re all dead.” She said bitterly. The leader narrowed his eyes and growled, but said nothing.

“We’re going to hunt in the forest in a couple of moments. If you would like, you could join us.”

No! Panic flared inside Maria. Not the forest! Stick to the mountains!

“We could go in the mountains. I’ve heard there are some great kill in there.”

The leader blinked. “The forest has fresh meat. In fact, I’m getting hungry. Let’s leave early.”

Maria closed her eyes. May our ancestors shine their light brightly on my son’s future and on mine. Then, she growled and lunged at the leader, feeling her claws scrape satisfyingly on his scales. Roaring with pain and surprise, the leader reared back, confusing flickering on his face as Maria swung her tail around, smacking the leader in his stomach. The other dragons roared and lunged back, shocked by the sudden attack.

Picking himself up from the shock, he roared with anger and blew fire into Maria and she screamed in agony, but kept clawing.

This…is…for…my…son!! She hollered inside her head, feeling the pain seep up her sides as the leader’s claws penetrated her scales and ripped her raw flesh open. She roared with what strength she had left and threw herself on top of the leader, her tail used as a whip as she cracked it down hard upon the leader’s back several times. Finally, the agony of the pain brought her to stop and the leader took his chance, seizing her throat in his claws and biting straight into them, hearing her final roars of agony with pleasure. Suddenly, he stepped back, noticing her blood dripping down and her scales… melting? He growled with curiosity as he watched her skin diffuse and left the creature of a Kevlar. Realization flashed through his mind- why she hadn’t been eating the meat, why she was so reserved… her baby dragon was no more than a…

The leader stood up weakly, fury fueling through his injured self. He roared with outrage.

 Kevlar fled- scrambling as fast as his legs could carry him. His stubby legs made his pace slowly, and he panted as he ran, dodging past trees as a roar erupted behind him. The trees behind him crashed to the floor as the dragons were flying low, ready for a burst of fire to emit from their mouths. Sensing the heat coming, Kevlar took a sharp turn unexpectedly and raced through the forest, seeking any signs of life.

“PST! Over here!” A voice hissed and Kevlar spun around, his enhanced hearing making him notice the tree that spoke to him. Or… the animal that was in the tree. He instinctively knew it was friend, not foe, so he climbed up the tree inside the trunk and found himself face to face with a pig.

Somehow, his inner voice just told him it was a pig.

“Hiding in the trees won’t help us- they breathe fire.” he told the pig, his words coming quite naturally but sounding blurred. Morgan looked at him curiously. 

“Not this tree.” was all he said. Kevlar looked at him quietly as dragons’ wings flapped overhead and fire burned all around him. “Welcome to the walking tree. It’s fireproof, too.” Morgan said, and suddenly, Kevlar could feel the entire tree get up and move. He could see fire burning all around him.

“Who are you?” he asked.

“The name is Morgan, but as for who I am, I’m not quite sure. I was told by my Uncle to come save anyone in the forest that seemed to be in trouble, so I’m listening to his words. I think we’re supposed to meet an elephant, but I’m not sure.” He said, his eyes seeming extremely focused and aware of surroundings.

“Wait- stop the tree.” Kevlar said. Morgan stopped and Kevlar hopped out, looking around. The clearing was empty. “How fast were we moving?”

“Pretty fast.” Morgan said. “I just learned from uncle how to enhance the speed of the powers I use.”

“Kevlar, right?” Ele stepped out from the shadows.

Morgan smirked and turned to Kevlar. “I told you so.”

Ele’s ears twitched. “The dragon’s will be coming soon. We should get moving.”

Kevlar started climbing back into the tree, but Ele stopped him.

“A moving tree is extremely suspicious. We should travel on foot.”

“Where are we going?” Asked Morgan, to no one in particular.

“We’re supposed to go to White Village.” Ele said.

“Do we even know what direction that is?”

“Let’s try and get on the main road.” Ele said, lumbering quickly towards the main road.

“Is that a wise decision?” Morgan whispered to Kevlar.

 Kevlar shrugged. “She seems to know what she’s doing.” And they followed carefully, turning their heads after every snap of a branch.

They reached the crossroads between the forest and the Kevlar kingdom and looked around.

“Over here!” yowled a voice and Morgan looked up.

“There! That cat!” the three scrambled over quickly.

“Listen carefully!” said the sandy-colored cat, eyes widening at the sight of Kevlar. “White Village is down this road and the third fork on the left. Keep going straight and swim past the river, walking straight on till you see another fork. Take the right and you must take the right!” she hissed urgently. “Keep walking and you’ll get to the gate.” Her ears twitched and her nose flared. “Hurry!” She spat. “They’re coming!”

Without questioning if her directions were right, the three fled down the path, panic being their guide, as Lyla stood at the crossroads.

After you help them you must flee for your life… The words of the Archion echoed in her head. No. Lyla planted herself there, ignoring all urges to flee as she witnessed a herd of dragons fly towards her.

“Cat!” growled the leader. “Did you see a Kevlar pass by here?” He growled. Lyla blinked, intimidated by the gigantic creatures that she thought only lived in legends.

“Yes-” she stammered. “He went down that path.” she flicked her tail to the right, which led to the elephant kingdom. The dragons won’t attack the elephant kingdom. There are too many strong animal kingdoms nearby that will come to the elephants’ aid. She wisely thought. The leader of the dragons snorted and roared as the other dragons launched in the air down the path. Lyla let out a breath of relief. Suddenly, she felt herself been lifted into the air and tight, sharp claws raked at her fur. She yowled as she found herself traveling higher and higher into the air in the clutches of the dragon. She hissed and clawed, but the dragon wouldn’t let go. Suddenly, as if answering her prayers, she was released from his claws and found herself dropping over heights taller than the trees.

It’s okay- I can land perfectly on the ground. She straightened her tail for balance and prepared for landing, when suddenly a swoosh sounded behind her and she glimpsed a jaw coming above her before she found herself enclosed in black. The dragon licked his lips before flying into the air to follow his comrades, the scent of cat still strong in his mouth.

Morgan, Kevlar, and Ele ran, their hearts beating. Kevlar’s head swarmed in confusion and he wished his mother was with him. As they slowed to a walk, there was a sudden roar and three lions sprung from the forest, facing the three animals and snarling, lip curling and claws scraping the floor. “Trespassing lion territory, are we now?” The leader hissed. “An elephant and pig, what perfect gifts for the lion king. Attack!” He barked.

“Wait!” Called the second lioness. She walked up to the leader. “Can’t you see? That’s a Kevlar!”

The leader paused, eyes squinting to see the little purple creature cringing under Ele and Morgan’s protection.  

“Please, we’re trying to get to White Village. This is the last Kevlar in the forest,” Ele explained, her eyes blinking at the lioness. The lions held their head high, and then dipped them in respect.

“The last Kevlar! We would be honored to help. The Kevlars have helped the lions in times of need in the past.” The leader paused, memories flooding his mind as he remembered himself as a cub, playing with his Kevlar friend and watching the battles side by side, growing up together and lasting through painful and happy memories. “It would be our honor to return the payment. Follow us to White Village.”

The Archion gasped, the taste of blood bitter in his mouth. He sat up, the sun setting quicker than he intended. He looked out the window, visions swarming in his head.

“Uncle, where’s Morgan?” Asked Pricilla, coming to stand next to him, bow and arrow in her hand. The Archion looked at her sadly and kneeled down to find himself eye level with the little pig.

“Morgan’s in White Village, young one, with my brother, Uncle Pig. He’s with an elephant and Kevlar safely wrapped up in their beds while Uncle Pig makes some medicine for the trauma shaken Kevlar. All three of their minds are confused, but Uncle Pig, I’m sure, will teach them all they need to know about surviving in this world.” His icy blue eyes turned back to normal, his vision coming back to reality. Pricilla blinked at him.

“When will Morgan come back? I wanted to challenge him to a bow and arrow round!” She said, holding up her bow and arrow up in the air so that the few rays of the descending sun could hit upon the bronze sheath, making it shine.

The Archion stood up; his eyes distant and faraway as he peered through the mountains across the valley and sensed the misty air begin to cloud together as the night settled in.

“Pricilla, Morgan’s not coming back.”

A kit mewled; wailing at the top of its lung as its mother soothingly licked it. The minister came in and glanced at the ginger-colored pelt that the she-kit had. He frowned at the familiarity of its eyes as it stared at him intensely, not afraid to challenge his towering stance. Then, he smiled. A new dawn would bring new beginnings for the cat kingdom. And the new kitten, Lila, would bring new hopes.