Written by: Epicstu Wyyvernwriter

Michael awoke, “where am I?” he asked.

“You are in my tomb,” replied the scholarly voice of an elderly man with an undertone of irritation.

“Sorry Michael, but none of our healers could treat your illness,” Harrissa went to Michael and held his hand.

“Hands off the patient, please,” the voice echoed through the rather large open stone room.

“Who is talking?” Michael asked.

I cannot hear anyone, but this tomb belonged to the legendary alchemist, Hagur Dromifr” Harrissa replied. “I figured, with your reputation and all, maybe he would just start helping you.” She hugged him.

“Please tell her to let go of you, she might become infected,” the ghost of Hagur Dromifr urged.

Michael pushed Harrissa away, “he says you could get infected.”

“Oh, I uh…” she started for the tomb’s entrance.

“Do not let her leave,” Hagur urged. 

“Don’t go!” Michael shouted after her.

“She might already be infected, and now I will have to examine her,” Hagur continued. “Please do not scare her. The one thing Elves and Humans have in common is they are much easier to work with whilst they are calm.”

“I enjoy your company,” Michael said to Harrissa with a smile. Harrissa blushed, hiding her own smile, and sat down on the floor a few feet from the slab Michael was on. “What illness do I have?” Michael asked Hagur. He could see the aged Elven ghost who clearly had lived a long life before he had died. Though he could feel that Hagur’s life had been taken before his Time.

“You are suffering from Necrofluensa,” Hagur replied. “It is the same illness that caused your friend, Mirrors, to forget who she was,” he filled a ghostly syringe with an ectoplasmic liquid. “I will possibly require you to, Sterilize,” he emphasized the word, “a physical syringe for your friend.” Michael cringed as Hagur slowly drove the syringe into a vein in Michael’s left arm, “Do not be a child, Necromancer,” Hagur said as he casually pushed the ectoplasmic liquid into Michael’s bloodstream before quickly removing the needle. “No, you may not have a bandage.” Michael rubbed his arm, “DO NOT! Touch it. Now go and fetch and, STERILIZE, a physical syringe whilst I examine your friend.”

“Harrissa,” Michael addressed her calmly. “I will be back, have a seat on this slab here where I was and just wait.” He made his way to the tomb’s stone door entrance which was also its only exit. “Oh, you may feel cold, do not be afraid and do not move.” Harrissa nodded, and Michael left the tomb.

“So, Harrissa was it?” Hagur knew she could not hear him, but he liked that. “You know, it is so much easier to work with individuals who do not speak. The silence allows me to, uh, focus on the task at hand,” he said.

“So…” Harrissa wanted to learn how to commune with the Dead as Michael did, but was unsure how. “Hagur? Can… can you hear me?”

Hagur sighed, “and just like that, my beautiful silence is no more. ” Then he said, “Yes,” so she could hear him. “Please be quiet.”

Harrissa’s eyes grew wide as her hair stood on end, “sorry… Uh…”

Hagur sighed again, “What is it, child?”

“Can… uh… you teach me how to commune with the Dead?” she barely got the words out of her mouth.

“Step one, do not fear the Dead,” Hagur replied. “Step two, please shut up whilst I work.”

Harrissa remained silent for several moments. “What are you doing?”

Hagur sighed.

*          *

“It is Time,” said the Wyyvern of Fate, and all became dark. Then the darkness ended. “As you wish,” it replied.

*          *

In the deepest ocean on the largest world in any Realm within the Wyyvernwriter’s Multiverse, construction of the largest ship of any and every capability ever conceived and more was underway. No expense was spared as Stu had hunted down and resurrected ancient histories most legendary nautical and interstellar minds from as far back as before the 700 hundred Realms to oversee the project. “What have you done, Nekolich?” Travvurse asked as he entered the Realm.

“That is Aleister Dimir, the Apocalypse himself,” Chastity interrupted. Death itself and the Wyyvern Scythe of the Fates, Chastity along with the rest of the Horsemen had been reforged and given an Angelic from which resembled their original appearance. “Capable of traveling into the Void between Realms, exploring any Realm’s space, and even delving deep into the depths of any ocean.”

“If he wished,” Stu continued the details for her, “he could enter a black hole, explore its depths, and resurface unscathed with knowledge, among other things, that not even I could gather. I call him, the Dreadnautilus. The Wyyvern Dreadnautilus of the Fates. After he completes the Trials that the Wyyvern of Fates has for him. I will be personally overseeing his Wyyvern Trials this time. I no longer trust him, or his Captain,” he glared at Chastity.

“What?” Chastity said as innocently as possible with both her voice and her body language.

“What the Fuck!”A loud and angry voice could be heard from deep within the ships partially constructed bowels. “Why are their no support beams here! And who the Fuck did the… There are wires everywhere! Neatness people! Why is this so hard.”

“It may be a while,” Fynrir jumped down from where he had been welding and flipped up his safety mask. “Especially if the head of construction keeps shitting himself, dude needs a stress relief,” then he thought for a second and cocked an eyebrow, slowly.

“Focus, Fine Rear,” Stu commented.

“Kekeke,” Fynrir laughed before slapping his own ass and returning his attention to the Dreadnautilus.

“Fynrir!” Galvic shouted. “Up here, I could use that finesse of yours.”

“On my way!” Fynrir saluted Stu and then went to Galvic.

“Alright, Travvurse, let us begin setting up for Aleister’s resurrection,” and the two began preparation of the second to last Ritual required to complete their Wyyvern Knight of the Fates.

*          *

Edward rammed, head first, into Pip’s gut, launching him into the wooden wall that surrounded the village. “Iron Ram! He shouted, with gusto, as he headbutted the Warpriest through the wall with all his might. Pip got up slowly, but before he could get back to his feet, Edward came at him with an upper-cut with his Heaven Blessed Gauntlet.

Pip laughed as he got up again and spat out a tooth, “I owe you for that,” he grinned.