Written By: Epicstu Wyyvernwriter and Pillowyspu

The Nekolich was gone and in his place was a strange vehicle with four wheels and a hatchback trunk. “No way,” Maggie was awestruck by the site of what was before them. “I am so driving.” 

“No,” Noah interrupted as he opened up the driver’s side door and took his seat behind the wheel, caressing its upper radius.

“Not fair!” Maggie argued.

“We both know you’re a better shot than me,” Noah replied.

“He has a point,” Nid agreed as she opened the passenger side door and ducked into the backseat, leaving the door open for Maggie.

“I guess I can’t argue there,” Maggie sighed with a smile before running up to and sliding across the carbon fiber hood of the vehicle, swinging herself flawlessly into the passenger side front seat.

“Alright, how is this little four wheeled box going to get us to Drak again?” Noah questioned as he turned the key in the ignition.

“Just drive,” the Nekolich said through the engine’s enraged chainsaw-esk roar. “I will handle the rest.”

“Alright,” shifting into gear, Noah put his foot to the gas pedal, allowing the rubber tires to spit dust from the barren landscape as the tiny unassuming car burned off.  

Enjoying the drive a little too much, he failed to notice the “Cliff up ahead!” Maggie screamed.

Without hesitation, Noah slammed his foot on the brake, but the pedal would not move as the gas pressed down harder on its own. Noah tried to steer clear of the incoming death drop, but the wheel would not budge. Revving past 4200 RPM, the engine opened up the other 8 of its 16 runners unleashing the car’s full horsepower. “What the fuck?! Are you trying to kill us?” The Nekolich gave no answer as they reached the cliff’s edge and the ground disappeared from underneath them. Noah and Maggie closed their eyes, screaming as they felt the metal deathtrap enter a freefall only for it to land on solid ground a few moments later. 

Nid started to laugh, “you two clearly know nothing about Wyyverns. Woohoo! Hahaha! I almost wish I was driving and I hate vehicles.”

Opening their eyes to find themselves drifting up a snow covered mountain pass, “if you can’t trust me, keep your hands off my wheel,” the Nekolich’s voice revved with the engines and Noah put his hands back on the wheel. 

Feeling the effortless control of every turn he smiled, “alright, let’s do this,” he shifted gears and drifted off the side of the mountain pass. A flash of emerald green and they landed in a desert of open space with eight suns setting in the east as one massive red sun rose in the west adding a purple hue to the sky from behind a massive pyramid. “Flat and open? At least make it a challenge for me.” 

Maggie watched, jaw dropped from the passenger side window as Noah pulled a donut in the open desert sands, Noah could not resist the temptation to see what this thing could do on “city streets it is,” revved the Nekolich as his light flashed again directly in Noah’s sideways drift path. With ease around every turn, Noah never had to take his foot off the gas pedal.

“How is this possible?” Maggie questioned the experience.

“I am Wyyvern,” the Nekolich began to explain his kin. “We Wyyverns can be made into any material that has ever or ever will exist. That material will have all attributes of the idea of which the Wyyvern it represents. As the Wyyvern of Undeath, all Undeath is me and I am all Undeath. Undeath is as I will it to be, but besides that this idea of Undeath gives me a unique property that came from being born Undead. I can drop my body and recreate a new one at will, meaning I have an infinite number of myself to work with. Hence my ability to become all the perfectly balanced parts of this vehicle forged together into a car not seen since the fall of the 700 Realms long before this Multiverse was created. Combine this with every Wyyvern’s natural ability to freely weave in and out of every Universe in any Multiverse and I can take you anywhere you could dream to go in this finely engineered classic.”

“Does that mean you can become a road?” asked Noah.

“Make a hard right and pop up the headlights,” the Nekolich replied. Noah did and another flash before them led to a planet covered in water and constant rain in another Realm. The emerald green headlights forged asphalt over the raging waves beneath them and wherever Noah steered the road was.

As they thrust into their next realm, Noah floored the gas pedal. Maggie closed her eyes for a moment and grasped onto the checkered grey cloth of the passenger seat; her fingers were stark white as she nervously picked at the cloth stitchings. When she opened her eyes, she gasped at the artificial beauty of this realm. She pressed her forehead against the passenger side window and marveled at the bright streaks of neon fuchsia blurred in her vision as the vehicle zipped through a neon-soaked downtown city. Noah shifted into fifth gear and tightened his grip on the steering wheel as he zipped down a desolate twelve-lane highway that cut through a canyon of towering skyscrapers under a star-studded midnight sky. As the unassuming hatchback pushed the limits of its four cylinder engine, Noah fixed his eyes on the tachometer and watched the needle stalk the redline. The sound of the exhausted engine rattled the city streets as Noah pushed the Nekolich to his breaking point. A smile pulled at the corner of Noah’s lips as he took a deep breath and swerved through late night traffic before slamming the brakes, cutting the wheel to the right and racing down an exit lane headed directly into the beating heart of the city. 

He glanced at Maggie, her face lit up as she gawked at the massive glass towers that soared above them. Turquoise and violet neon lights plastered the sides of the buildings and even though this massive metropolis had already retired to bed, the glazed asphalt of the city streets were illuminated under constant multi-colored daylight.

 Noah placed his left hand on top of the steering wheel and popped the glove box in front of Maggie. She watched him as he pulled out a small plastic cartridge

“What the hell is that thing?” Maggie’s eyes fixed on the cartridge as Noah jammed it into a rectangular slot in the center of the dashboard. 

Noah chuckled, “Analogue gold.” Noah twisted a knob to the left of the rectangular slot; a static hiss preceded a ballad of synthesized rock music that blasted through the vehicle’s stereo, “Damn – this takes me back!”

“Are you kidding me right now?” Maggie plugged her ears with her fingers, resisting the dated music.

Noah’s face was bright, “Oh come on – it’s not that bad!”

The Nekolich spit the cartridge out of the deck and Maggie broke into a fit of laughter and Noah felt defeated, “See – even the car can’t listen to this garbage.”

Noah sighed, “I hope one day your kids take a shit on the music you loved when you were young.”

The tires hollered as Noah drifted around the street corner. Maggie perked up in her seat as the car screamed down a dead end street towards a glass skyscraper. As the edge of the building catapulted into view, her body tensed and she looked over at her father who still donned a massive grin.

“Dad – did you see that sign?”

“What sign?”

“It said ‘Dead End.’

Noah didn’t respond. 

“Okay – why aren’t you stopping?”

Before Maggie had a chance to scream, the road bended upright and the hatchback rocketed into the air up the side of the building. Noah glanced in the rearview mirror; the city lights shrunk below them as they rose vertically into the starry sky. Maggie looked out the back window at the city below and saw the streaks of streetlamps stretch across the city like a web of neurons. She laughed and moments later, Noah joined her. The father and daughter shared a moment admiring the sprawling city below them before leaving this artificial beauty behind them for another world.

“Hold on,” moving the road back to a horizontal position as Noah drifted him around in a bend, “and if you look out the passenger side of the vehicle, you’ll see an epic battle between a lone heroic knight and a vile ferocious dragon,” the Nekolich lined them up so his tale end struck the fire breathing behemoth across the face just in time to save the knight from being burned alive. The Wyyvern forged vehicle had left the Realm before the end of Noah’s drift leaving the Knight to his earthly task. 

“How much further?” Maggie asked.

“I could have brought you there as soon as you turned the key,” the Nekolich replied. “I just thought, since this might be your last chance, you’d enjoy a nice drive together as Father and Daughter. We can arrive whenever you are ready.”

Noah looked through the rear view mirror at his daughter. She smiled and gave him a nod. “It’s time we buried this asshole elitist eighty miles out,” he shifted and moved the Nekolich into a drift, “and six feet under,” as with focus and commitment he drifted through the Nekolich’s next flash of light into Drak Mountainhiem’s home Realm.