The Following episode will be featuring Sergals. Sergals are a creation of Mick39 as part of her sci-fi world Vilous; this story is a fiction all its own, and the lore is unrelated to Mick39’s creation. Posted with permission.

Written by: Epicstu Wyyvernwriter

With a thud and an, “ah my head,” Dolan Crow fell into something. Sending out his Wyyvern he found himself in what appeared to be a large warehouse. “Where am I?”

The smell of freshly brewed tea filled his nose as a voice answered, “Victor’s Wares™” the trademark was enunciated, “and Void Transportation, I am Victor Wares. My card,” he bowed and slipped his business card into one of Dolan’s pockets.

“New Cathedral, Elizabeth, I have to get back,” Dolan exclaimed as he frantically searched for a way out.

“Woah, slow down there,” Victor placed rested hands on Dolan’s shoulders and guided him over to a wall. He then began examining him, “I am sorry, Dolan, but you completed your mission, and all Wyyvern Knights and Wyyvern Agents are never allowed to return home after their first mission, that is why you first mission takes place there. Even Aleister was pulled out, but do not worry. Your Katherine is ready to be the hero she was always Fated to be. You have done your job well, Dolan.” Victor handed Dolan the tea and looked at his wrist as though there was a watch around it, there was not. “Three…. two… one…”

With a thud and an, “ah my head,” Vladamir stumbled and drew Alexandra at first sight of the Cat and the Sergal. “What are you? Who are you?”

“Nice bastard sword,” Victor grabbed Alexandra by her blade and pulled her from Vladamir’s hands. He examined her, “You are way out of date,” he chuckled. “Someone needs a tune-up, you aren’t even that sharp. Maintenance!” the Wyyvern of Commerce flew out seemingly from nowhere, and Victor tossed Alexandra to him, “see that she gets the full service.” Maintenance acknowledged with a few chirps and cheeps before disappearing with the Wyyvern bastard sword of Vampirism. Before Vladamir could say anything at all, “come with me,” Victor put an arm over Vladamir’s shoulder. “Dolan, follow the Hallway until you end at a large door labeled W.R.,” he shouted before continuing with Vladamir. “Now, it is time you got your Wyyvern’s Charm.

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“New Cathedral, a city on fire, was not in the travel brochure. Neither was there anything about that fire being dragons or those dragons being summoned and controlled by a sadistic criminal who’s bloodline can be traced directly to the most legendary assassin in the history of the Lands,” the people of New Cathedral listened  to there Queen speak as they grabbed weapons and gear for the fight they were about to join. Safely in the third district, they were far from the fight ensuing in the First District. Elizabeth continued her speech, holding up the travel brochure for New Cathedral. “None of this is in the travel brochure, because none of this is supposed to happen. It is happening. This was my City. This was your City!” Her people cheered. “So load your rifles and grip tightly your blades, it is time to take our City back.”

“I have a question, My Queen!” shouted a man from the crowd. He had a human’s face and body with a cat’s ears, tail, and paws.

“What is your name?” Elizabeth asked him.

“Hesher, M’Lady,” the Cat Man replied. “Hesher Moim.”

Elizabeth gave a human smile and extended a paw-like hand to Hesher, “Elizabeth Lengsly,” she said, and Hesher shook her extended paw-like hand with his own. “There now that we are properly introduced, you may ask your question,” she said with a smile as though everything was going to be alright.

“How do we kill dragons made out of fire with bullet’s made out of led and blades made out of steel?” Hesher asked.

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Nine-year-old Katherine Harri’s Divide and Conquer strategy had failed. “The Four Sergal Elder’s meddlesome disks have blocked my dragons and myself,” said Johnny Slim, “here in the first district,” he began to cackle, then he laughed. “I am truly impressed. Keeping the fight between us, such valor. However, I see one fatal flaw in this plan,” The six foot tall, including his Fennec ears, Fox stood behind the young, “Kitty Rabbit.” Katherine turned around swinging a disk of stone, but there was nothing to hit. His voice echoing through the whole of the district he laughed, “do you and your Sergal friends truly believe that you will leave this place alive?”

Fear gripped Katherine. He had killed her father, murdered countless innocent lives, and now threatened more with terrifying power. She needed to fight, and she knew she needed to do it alone so that no one else would get hurt. Looking forward she could see Slim standing there with that trademark devilish grin on his face. The Devil’sfire dragons would be upon her soon. It was time to focus. In each of her tiny paw-like hands, disks began to form, spinning ever faster and growing ever larger. The elements were random, ever-changing, and specifically effective against fire. Behind tears of sadness and rage, she rushed in as Slim’s dragons came in from her left, her right, and from above her. Katherine dodged all three hopping into a forward moving backflip as she put one of her disks to the ground. The Devil’sfire dragon coming in from beneath her was put out by her disk, but she had more dragons to deal with.

“Katherine!” Katherine could hear her mother shout her name from behind her, “Mama’s coming, Baby!”

“No!” Katherine shouted. “Mom! Get out of here!”

“”Not without…” before Jessy Harris could finish her sentence she was engulfed in Devil’sfire as a dragon swallowed her whole.

“Mom!” Katherine screamed.

Slim’s maniacal laughter was cut off when his ear twitched, and he dodged an Ace of Spades meant for his face, “takes more than a little fire to kill little old me.”

“Mom please!” Katherine pleaded. “I can’t lose you!”

“I will not leave you here to die,” Jessy kept her gaze on Slim.

“I will be fine!” Katherine shouted, and Jessy turned her attention to her. “This is my job now! You can’t do yours if you are dead!” Katherine’s focus was unflinchingly anchored to Slim and his dragon’s every movement as she strategically placed disk around her mother. “I can not do my job and protect you.”

Jessy did not want to let her daughter go, but her daughter was right, and she needed to have faith in her. “Be home in time for dinner,” Jessy left the district crying.

“Finally,” Slim rolled his eyes, “I always hated the mushy mushy things in life. Now it’s just me and you, Kitty Rabbit,” he whispered in Katherine’s ear with that devilish grin. Katherine turned around to find a dragon of fire swimming around in a circle on the ground where Slim had been. She closed her eyes and formed a dungeon out of the First District’s foundation. Moving the air out of her dungeon she sealed Slim in and made it air-tight. Even with no air, however, Slim’s Devil’sfire dragons did not go out. “I can still breathe,” Slim laughed. My fire is not normal fire, it cannot be put out by such trivial means.

“That wasn’t the plan,” Katherine said as she pushed the air back into the dungeon causing a loud bang and, for a brief moment, all Slim could hear was a ringing in his ears. With a triple backflip building momentum, Katherine broke a disk of stone over Slim’s head. Immediately his dragon’s surrounded him, creating distance between him and Katherine while he returned to his feet.

“It will take more than that to defeat me,” Slim began. “I am the one who wields the Devil’s fire. The one who will bring the Lands and the entire planet to an age of eternal fire and pain!” he laughed maniacally as a seemingly endless horde of flaming dragons whirled around him and surrounded Katherine waiting to strike. “Who are you to stand in my way?”

“I am the Hero who stops you,” Katherine said just before jumping into the fire.

*          *

Skinner got up and felt his body where the fatal wound that killed him had been. It was gone, and he had fur, “am I?”

“Yes,” replied the Nekolich, “and no. You are Undead.”

“I was shaved last I remember,” Skinner’s body was now covered in a thickly matted coat of ghostly white fur, “why can I no longer feel the Earth?”

“I figured a new look may help you earn some trust,” the Nekolich replied, “and you no longer feel the Earth because Earth is no longer your element.”

“Not my earth,” Skinner fell to his knees in devastation. For a Sergal to have an element was to have a bond with that element.

“As punishment for your crimes in Life, your element in Death shall be Undeath,” the Nekolich held out a hand.

“What would you have me do with this Undeath?” Skinner hesitated to take the hand.

“Protect the Lands and her living,” the Nekolich replied, his hand still open for Skinner who took it in his own. The two shook on it, “Good luck and try to come up with a better name than Skinner. It’s a little creepy,” with that, the Nekolich was gone.

“A new name?” contemplated the Sergal, now imbued with Undeath.