Atop the snow capped peak of the tallest Mountain of a brand new World within a brand new Solar System within a brand new Galaxy within a brand new Realm, created from nothing. built by the great Sarah Iron, sits the newest Grand Hall of the Iron Ram Knight’s Order. Built of wood, stone, and iron mighty hold is surrounded by a vast expanse of snow capped mountain peaks. On the outside it is silent. Snow falls gently upon the intricate carvings of rams and Northlandish Fennecs with ram’s horns. There flag, white like snow with the head of a ram made out of iron at its center, blows proudly in the soft winds. On the inside…

“Iron! Ram!” another Fennec ricocheted off Birtha as another Knight charges Loki. “Iron! Ram!” this one he catches and moves into a third “Iron! Ram!” A fourth comes up behind him smashing his mug of mead over the back of Loki’s head. Loki turns around slowly to confront him.

Behind iron bars a band played music from bagpipes, drums, accordions, and electric guitars. “Even without Alexandra he still takes on a good third of your Knights, Sarah,” Edward comments as a Knight holding the severed handle of a mug flies into the bar next to him.

“Bah,” the Knight exclaims his upset toward his shattered mead mug, “another!” he throws the severed handle at Loki who turns just in time to see him take a sip from the fresh one.

“Go get em!” Zesrial pats the Knight on the back sending him back into the fight. “Speaking of Alexandra, where is Vlad? He should be here.”

“He said he had something to take care of elsewhere,” Edward replies. “Dolan,” he then exclaimed with joy as his old friend approaches the open bar. “How’ve you been?”

“Living the dream, my friend,” Dolan replies raising his freshly poured mug of frothing ale. He takes a swig, “over at the end of the bar. You should talk to them.”

Edward looks over Dolan to find Mad staring into an untouched pint. Q lays on the bar to her right and William to her left. “Are you even old enough for that?” he asks putting a hand on Mad’s shoulder.

“I would have been, if it wasn’t for this damn immortality keeping me young,” Mad replies.

Then Edward notices, “you are not synchronized with them anymore, why?”

“It just doesn’t feel right,” Mad sighs. “I could never live up to Trace and I don’t think Q likes me. William,” Everything went silent for a moment as the Hall grew cold, even for a Fennec Fox of the Northlands, with absolutes. Then the music and brawling resumed. “His logic makes my head hurt. I guess I’m just unworthy of the title…”

“Unworthy to be the Wyyvern Knight of Madness?” Edward laughs heartily. “Mad, I cannot even hear Q speak. Ilean cannot hear him.”

“Then I am insane,” the realization hit Mad like a locomotive at top speed.

“That was not the point I was trying to make,” says Edward

“Hey, kid,” Q, who had been silent since Trace’s end, finally spoke up. “Take my grip.”

“I’m scared,” Mad could not look away from the liquid in her wooden mug.

“I’m going to…” Q began.

“I’m not scared of you!” Mad snapped. “I’m scared of the power you would grant me. I’m scared of what I might do with that power. To own Madness, to write the rules of insanity, to be the Mad Wyyvern. That power belongs to Trace…”

“Trace is gone!” Q snapped back. “It was Trace’s idea to give me to you. Trace’s final wish. Trace was mine! Mine and mine alone! Now you will wipe the tears out of your eyes, pick me up, and fulfill the final request of wielder.”

“He wanted me to have you?” Mad did not understand. “Why?”

“Only one way to find out,” Q replies. Mad took her right hand off her mug, enduring through her hesitation. Q, the Wyyvern handgun of Madness, rose and flew, grip first, into her hand. Then Mad held up her left hand and William, the Wyyvern tactical knife of Intellect, rose and flew, grip first, into her hand. Then, suddenly, she vanishing without anyone noticing.

From the other end of the bar all could feel a tremor as Sarah got up from her stool. Walking up to Loki, who was still conquering her knights, she taps him on the shoulder. Once he faced her she “Iron Ram!” with full force causing Birtha, the Wyyvern plate armor of Law and Order to vibrate so intensely that Loki feel to his knees and then flat on his face out cold. “Well what do you know, I cannot break a Wyyvern forged,” she says as the entire hall cheers and returns to their revels. Then the doors open. Marching in rows of 7 long and thousands deep. Many dressed in formal uniforms or armor and or armor undersuits. Leading the column stands Lord Finwe, Lady Galadriel, Nëastar, Sev, Nimrodel, Egil and General Richard Whitmore.

“We hope we are not intruding. Will you be okay if we drink to victory with your rams Sarah?” asks Egil.

“The space is vast and the drink is bottomless,” Sarah proclaims. “Consider this a thank you for all your help.”

“Excuse me, excuse me!” a voice comes pushing through the crowd toward Edward.

“Not yet you big red idiot,” Snow’s voice was instantly recognized as the red Demon moved anxiously, Snow trying to pull him back.

“Let go! You scaly, winged, annoyance” the red Demon.

“I’m going to pretend that you did not speak in that manor toward the commander of my Legions,” Zesrial begins.

“Yeah, the Legions of who gives a fuck?” the red Demon interrupts. “I was promised freedom from Hell and a Wyyvern weapon for services rendered. Well, I rendered services, so where is my Wyyvern weapon.”

Before Zesrial could kick his ass, “If you’ll just step inside here,” a door opened behind him and Victor pulls him onto his ship before disappearing into the Void.

Edward and Zesrial both raise eyebrows at Snow, “we needed his help,” she rebutted before moving swiftly to the bar and ordering a strong drink.

The Nekolich and Michael of the Dead are sitting together at the bar.

Agent 0 and Ember both sit down next to Dolan, “ready to get back to work.”

“Your breath reeks like skunk,” Dolan replied. 

“Haha,” Agent 0 laughs, “that reminds me,” as he lights a joint and inhales. 

Dolan shook his head, but before he could say anything Agent 0 was gone. “I hate it when does that,” Ember slams her pint. “Another!”

“How about you? Ready for your next mission?” Dolan asks Ember.

“You know it,” Ember replies, “This,” she raises her pint and gestures to all around them within the grand Hall, “is business.” Then she slams her pint, “my job is pleasure,” and leaves Dolan at the bar.

Dolan finishes his drink then says, “ready to go, bud?” and his Wyyvern of Blessedness flies forward creating a portal and then perched back on his shoulder. “Let’s go,” he grabs o bottle on his way out.

After the Hall has become quiet and the revels neared a close Edward, with Zesrial at his side, walks over to Lord Finwe, Lady Galadriel, Nëastar, Sev, Nimrodel, Egil and General Richard Whitmore with a paw-like hand extended in friendship. Finwe takes the hand, “thank you,” Edward shakes Finwe’s hand. “All of you. For everything.” Suddenly the thousands upon thousands upon thousands of Elves, Humans, and Dwarves all vanished from the Multiverse.

“Will they ever be able to come back?” Sarah asks Edward.

“If they call,” Edward answered. “We will hear them.” 

* *

Blinking one more time still trying to understand where we are now. Earth bright and Beautiful gleaming in the main view screen. “That was interesting” Seren beamed with joy. “To bad i could not play more with that Loki fella. Hehehehe.”

“Well whatever Edward did it seems we are back to where we belong.” Nëastar says 

“Only one way to check. Navigations confirm where we are. Sensors confirm our exact date and time.” yells out Captain Sinbad. “Everything double checks we are in orbit around earth. The main fleet is already docked with the Odysseus.” calls out the Navigations officer. “Confirmed we are apparently 3 hours late with our rendezvous with the fleet. but we are in the exact date before we got sucked into the other universe or Multiverse whatever they call it.” replies the Sensors officer. 

A click over the ships speakers brings our attention.

“United this is station Odysseus. You know your fleet is 3 hours late Lord Finwe.”

Walking up to the console and punching the comms button. 

“This is Lord Finwe station Odysseus. We got caught on our way back and had to make a detour.”

“Oh really had to get a haircut and polish your nails kind of thing.” calls back the Odysseus.

“We went far away very far away.” punching in some controls. “Sending your computers what we have recorded.”

“Getting the info now…WOOO yeeeeaaaah. Come dock your ships no more questions asked. Odysseus out.”     

BOOK SEVEN: LOST TRAVELLERS

FIN

Special thanks to my good friend Robert Whitemore and his children of Avisern. Hope you all enjoyed the crossover! Thanks for Reading!