Zig Zag Loveby Akashic BronyChaptersChapter 2 Weary WalkChapter 3 Scars and StripesChapter 4 Deadly DuelChapter 5 Running QuestionsChapter 6 Nightmares into DayChapter 7 ConfessionsChapter 8 DelusionChapter 9 Bleeding HeartsChapter 10 Advancing NothingnessChapter 11 The Vise of VirtueChapter 12 To Love and LieChapter 13 RevelationsChapter 14 The Heat of HateChapter 15 Beyond Hate Into LoveChapter 1 The Whirlwind PrinceChapter 2 Weary WalkThe sound of a rolling wheel cart brought Reagle to consciousness. Reagle found his legs were bound by rope. His wings were tied to his chest by metal chains that just allowed him to breathe. There was a small hole of light. The rough texture of a burlap sack rubbed against his body. He felt the vibrations as the cart was pulled along. Two conspirators whispered. A meek male voice spoke. “Zaza, let me pull the cart.” “No Nokimbe, I can handle this.” said the female voice. “Your potion will soon wear off and even mended the pain in your leg will be immense.” said Nokimbe. “Fine, I will not ride in the cart however.” said Zaza. “It is well. I don't think I have the strength to pull you both.” chuckled Nokimbe. “Hurry, up we're in the open now. I don't like this.” said Zaza. The cart stopped moving temporarily only to be pulled again. Reagle poked his head out of the bag. He saw that he was being pulled by a small lanky male Zebra. He recognized the Zebra mare that strolled alongside the male Zebra. Reagle ducked back into the bag. He strained to wiggle out of his bound legs. He stopped struggling when he realized his beak though tied still had its sharp curve. He began sawing through his ropes. “Zaza, do you think we'll make it?” asked Nokimbe. “We must. I owe it to Assegai and my warriors now captive.” said Zaza fiercely. Reagle had already undone his ties he poked out of the burlap sack and saw the two distracted in conversation. Reagle jumped out and ran. The chains wrapped around his chest and wings jingled. Zaza and Nokimbe looked off wistfully as Reagle sprinted away. “He's stronger than we gave him credit for, the drug's worn off.” said Nokimbe. “Or that you messed up the brewing the potion. I should have done it.” said Zaza dismissively. “Shall I fetch him?” asked Nokimbe. “No, I will.” said Zaza. Reagle legs burned as he over exerted them. Sweat ran down the corners of his peak. He looked disbelievingly to his right at the Zebra mare that kept a casual pace with him. Reagle saw a sand dune and slid down. Zaza followed. He ran further but looked was wide eye when he saw Zaza right beside him. “Where is it that you think your going?” Zaza spat. “Freedom or so I thought.” Reagle sighed. He slowed to a stop. Panting he caught his breath. Zaza levied her spear to Reagle's neck. “You really thought you could outrun a Zebra Zerker?” She cocked her brow. “Nope!” Reagle threw sand that he had collected in his claws. The cloud hit Zaza in the face blinding her. Reagle wrenched her spear from her war saddle. He smiled at the reversal. “Now you, back away slowly.” Zaza had rubbed the sand from her eyes but she flared with anger. Quickly she calmed herself. “So you think that will give you a fighting chance.” Zaza said cooly looking at the pole-arm gripped in Reagle's claws. “This time I'm ready for you. I know what you are.” said Reagle spinning the spear. Zaza darted towards Reagle with lightning speed. To his amazement she jumped over Reagle's swipe attack and his head. Before Reagle could fully turn his back Zaza kicked her hindlegs into Reagle's sides sending him back. Zaza followed up the attack with another as she got in close. Reagle was force to defend himself with the spear's handle. “A spear is a range weapon, once I get in close you're done for.” Zaza kept delivering precise strikes to only a certain point of the wooden pole. Reagle jumped back. “You're trying to break my weapon!” said Reagle. “How observant.” said Zaza. “Let me help you.” said Reagle snapping the spear in two. “The famed Warrior Prince of the Griffins is a fool.” said Zaza chuckling. “Wrong again, I'm a sword user!” Reagle this time attacked. Zaza was surprised by Reagle's aggression and the precision he swung the shortened spear like a sword. “Your training is in close range also.” Zaza's composure was temporarily shaken. She noticed her left cheek was bleeding a red line. She winced in pain. “Oh no the potion.” Zaza gasped. Pain shot upward through the leg where she was so recently healed. It caused her trip. Reagle motioned to finish her but stopped. Hate-filled eyes stared at him. “Be done with it.” Zaza closed her eyes defiantly holding up her chin. “You were injured.” said Reagle gesturing to Zaza's leg. “It was not noble for me fight you. In accordance to the rules of dueling, I cannot take your life.” Reagle chirped solemnly. Zaza tilted her head in confusion. “Zaza!” Nokimbe slid down from the top of the sand dune and pointed his spear at Reagle. Nokimbe stared at Zaza on the ground. “He beat you? No way!” stammered Nokimbe. Zaza lowered her head in shame. Nokimbe began shaking nervously. His fearful vibration transferred through to the very spear he held against Reagle. “You drop that weapon!” Reagle spun the halved spear in his claws. “I take it you’re not much of a fighter?” smiled Reagle. “Not even close to Zaza.” said Nokimbe looking away. “However I will die before I let you escape!” The conversation was interrupted by shrill hawkish cry. Everyone looked upwards to see figures in the sky. With a soft thud a squad of Griffins landed lead by a single Griffin. Reagle joyfully recognized the black head of the lead Griffin. “Ironbeak! I'm saved! Thank you cousin!” “Kill them!” said Ironbeak. “Wait!” said Reagle standing in between Ironbeak and the two Zebras. “Let them live. We can take them prisoner.” said Reagle. Zaza and Nokimbe looked at each other quizzically. As Reagle walked towards him, Ironbeak shoved Reagle back. “Cousin?” Reagle looked at Ironbeak with confusion. Ironbeak pointed his lance at Reagle. “I'm sorry, Reagle. You are sole heir to House Hawkmor, with your death succession goes to their heir of house Ironclaw.” Reagle began to bob his head in realization. “Ironbeak you are the heir of house Ironclaw.” Reagle's eyes narrowed. “Yeah that's right.” said Ironbeak holding his lance in a fidgety manner. Nokimbe shouted. “That was not part of the deal. You were to let us take him.” “Lord Ironclaw told me to make sure… he commanded me…” said Ironbeak. “Your father?” said Reagle. “Yeah Lord Ironclaw, that's what I said.” Ironbeak lowered his beak. “Murder and betrayal does not become you cousin. We are kin.” said Reagle. “I know! But I have to!” said Ironbeak nearly biting his tongue. Reagle dropped the “Cousin, let us embrace as family and forget all this.” said Reagle walked towards Ironbeak with outstretched claws. Before Ironbeak could react Reagle rushed ahead and grabbed Ironbeak's lance. He twisted the weapon out of Ironbeak's claws. He tossed the weapon to Zaza. “Fight with me!” shouted Reagle to the two Zebras. A Griffin with a crossbow fired. Reagle jumped back. Reagle saw Zaza guzzle a purple potion from her saddlebag. Zaza popped upwards with the lance and bounded towards a Griffin who was about impale Reagle. Zaza speared the lancer first. Reagle jumped on the crossbow wielding Griffin before the weapon was reloaded. Stealing the soldier's sword from scabbard, Reagle cut down the Griffin. Another Griffin charged Zaza from behind flailing his sword. Zaza slipped off of her war saddle and spun around kicking the Griffin with a crack to the head. The Griffin fell into the sand and dirt. The fourth Griffin swiped at Reagle with a sword. Reagle parried the strike and punched the Griffin in the beak with his other claw. The Griffin staggered back. Before Reagle could swing his sword, Zaza had come from behind him and impaled the enemy Griffin with her lance. The efficiency and speed of the Zebra scared Reagle. Reagle and Zaza both turned towards the last Griffin. Ironbeak shrieked in fear and with a flap of his wings became airborne. Reagle instinctively jumped after him but fell into the sand. It was a painful reminder that his wings were still chained to his body. In the bloodied sand Reagle faced Zaza and Nokimbe. They each still clung to their weapons. “That little worm. We attended academy together!” Reagle stabbed at the dirt. “Wow, you two beat them before I could even…. Wow!” said Nokimbe. “Zaza is it? You're a great fighter.” said Reagle smiling. “…” Zaza did not reply. She snapped to the tension in the air. “You're coming with us now. Your wings are still tied. You can't run.” said Zaza. “Better, I can fight.” said Reagle holding out his sword. Zaza sneered pointing her lance. “Luck won’t save you this time.” “In every fight you are disadvantaged, you have to keep me alive for your purposes.” smiled Reagle. Zaza smiled. “Indeed however if you will not go willingly, it is better that you be killed. I won’t hold back this time.” She tilted her head back as if to enter a trance. Zaza popped her head back forward and glared at Reagle. Zaza’s eyes sharpened. It was unnerving, usually predators shared that stare but here an herbivore had those same eyes. Even the Griffin’s raptor eyes could not match her gaze. A bead of sweat dripped from Reagle’s face feathers his confidence wavered. Reagle gulped. “Hey, let’s talk about this.” Zaza salivated. “No more talking my hot blood hungers for yours!” “Zaza! Stop! Don’t lose control! We need the bird alive!” cried Nokimbe. Reagle felt a dart in his chest. Nokimbe had a blow dart gun pointed at him. “Zaza, calm down! I got him! Remember your mission! Your people!” said Nokimbe. Zaza blinked. Reagle noticed that the Zebra mare had regained her composure after tilting her head back. “You got me?” asked Reagle examining the dart that barely penetrated his chest. Nokimbe pointed a hoof at Reagle. “That dart's been tipped with a slow acting poison, you'll need the delay solution every twelve hours. We're more than a day away from your battle lines. The true antidote is at our destination.” Reagle gasped. “Poison?! That's lowly!” said Reagle dropping his blade. Reagle walked through the sand dunes lead by a rope attached to his neck. Zaza led the way pulling on Reagle's rope. Nokimbe walked beside him. Reagle turned to Nokimbe. “What was that thing she did?” asked Reagle still shivering slightly. “That scare you birdy?” Nokimble chuckled. Reagle nodded meekly. “It scares me too. It is called the Zerker battle trance. It is a trained state of mind. It sacrifices sanity for unparalleled focus. Be glad that she didn’t enter it fully. We both might have been killed.” said Nokimbe. Reagle shivered as he stared at the Zebra mare in front of him. “That’s positively fearsome! I love it.” said Reagle. Zaza looked back. “I may not be able to flip back next time. Don’t make me do that again or I will kill you.” “Where do you hope to take me and what can you possibly accomplish?” asked Reagle. “That is none of your concern.” said Zaza. “Ransom then?” asked Reagle. “No, petty bits don't concern us. We will use you to regain our people's pride and lands.” said Zaza proudly. “That's an outdated cause, you've lost too much ground.” said Reagle. “It is not. I recall that recently Zulu Zakar bested your Lord Helmsford in battle. The Zebra people won a great victory.” said Zaza proudly. “Okay, granted your people won one battle with that Zulu Zakar fellow but you must know you can't win the war. Even that great General Zulu of yours was killed in that same battle. Your so called victory was a draw. So you have no leadership, no significant weapons, and no chance. You might as well surrender.” said Reagle. Zaza blew steam from her nostrils in rage. “Arggh!” She turned about and smashed Reagle in the stomach with a kick of her hind legs. Reagle coughed as the kick winded him. “Hey birdbrain, guess whose brother died?” said Nokimbe. Reagle recovered. “Wait she's Zulu Zakar's sister?! She's royalty!” As they walked further in the heat his feet began aching. “Why didn't you bring the cart?” asked Reagle groaning. Zaza looked back. “You can walk. It is dignified to walk rather than be carried.” said Zaza tugging strongly on Reagle's rope with her mouth. Reagle nodded. As they walked further Reagle noticed the swaying of Zaza's rump as she strolled along. His face became red. “I can walk wherever you want with such a prize at the end.” Reagle chirped. Zaza's face became red. “That's it! Nokimbe you lead him!” said Zaza giving the rope to the other Zebra. “Hahaha! Keep your eyes off my flank birdy!” Nokimbe laughed. “Argh! Come on!” said Reagle. He stopped complaining when Zaza slowed her pace to walk beside him. “I'm watching you don't try anything smart.” said Zaza narrowing her eyes. “I'm thirsty.” Reagle whined. “You have spit to talk. Now walk.” said Zaza angrily. The sun's oppression reached its full fervor as it moved to its zenith in the sky. The three figures walking in the desert was the center of its focus. Reagle began feeling faint. He wobbled in his walk. He fell leaning on Zaza. “You pervert!” cried Zaza raising a hoof to strike him however she relaxed when she saw Reagle collapse into the sand. Zaza stopped. She shoved a canteen into Reagle's claws. “Drink.” said Zaza. Reagle greedily took the canteen and tipped it upwards. Water flowed into his beak. Zaza kicked the Griffin slightly. “Not all of it! Or you'll be drinking your piss!” shouted Zaza. Reagle stopped and gave back the canteen. “Thanks you, Zaza.” said Reagle. “Yeah.” said Zaza uncomfortably. “Hey your mouth touched this, does this mean we've kissed by proxy?” Reagle smirked. “Think again birdy! That's my canteen!” Nokimbe yelled back laughing. “Argh! Come on!” shouted Reagle. Walking further they arrived at small grove that was half consumed by the desert. Night was beginning to roll in. “We make camp here.” Zaza declared. “Finally! I’m beat.” said Nokimbe falling down. “Hey we need a fire and wood if we don't want to freeze to death.” said Zaza. “Send the pet out.” said Nokimbe grumbling as he shifted to use his leg as a pillow. “Lazy.” Zaza spat. Nokimbe took an hourglass out of his pouch The all the grains of sand had reached the bottom. “Twelve hours are up. Here have him drink this so he won’t die on you.” said Nokimbe throwing Zaza a small vial of liquid that landed in the sand. Zaza pushed the vial to Reagle. The Griffin drank it to the last drop. Zaza and Reagle gathered a small pile from the surrounding trees. Still on a leash Reagle climbed several trees snapping off death branches and throwing them down. Finishing Reagle climbed off the tree while Zaza watched. “Excellent work.” said Zaza. “Hey, a compliment.” said Reagle. Zaza snorted pulling Reagle harshly back to the campsite. Placing the pile in the center of the campsite they noticed Nokimbe was loudly snoring. Reagle watched with great fascination as Zaza with a curved twig, string and a stick created a fire through friction. “Very nice, I'd be lost without a flint lighter.” said Reagle. “You Griffins and your technology.” Zaza spat. The fire between them grew as Zaza tossed several more sticks in the blaze. In the flickering fire Reagle notice the scar on Zaza's cheek, the scar he made. “Hey, I'm sorry about….” Reagle pointed to his own cheek. Zaza felt her face she noticed a horizontal scar on her left cheek. “It is nothing, we Zerkers do not fear pain.” “Those purple potions in your pouch say otherwise.” said Reagle. “Those are traditional brews all Zerkers drink. It merely numbs the pain so that we might focus on combat.” said Zaza. “I see.” said Reagle. “You had me, then you stopped. Why?” asked Zaza. “Hey, we Griffins aren't as evil as you imagine. I wasn’t going to take advantage of a slave. You also had tears in your eyes....”said Reagle. “Anyway it’d be more fun if you were willing.” Reagle chuckled. Zaza blushed and coughed. “I was referring to our battle.” “Oh were you?” Reagle smiled wryly. “Prince Reagle, the reports paint you as lascivious monster of great cruelty and malice.” smiled Zaza. “You are nothing as they color. The old canvas might as well be discarded.” Reagle scratched the feathers on the back of his head in embarrassment. “You really think that? What makes you say so?” “Your bearing is noble like my brother Zulu Zakar.” said Zaza sadly. “Thanks.” said Reagle. “However the cause and nation you serve is evil. I may feel a small sorrow for your passing but not for your people.” Zaza words were cryptic and cold. Reagle twisted his head trying to decipher her words. “Holding me hostage will do you no good. You may stop my father but the other houses will capitalize on his weakness and overthrow him. Worse wait in the wings to take control. You can only delay.” “If you might stem the blood slaughter of your people if only for moment, wouldn't you?” asked Zaza. “I understand. If you let me go however I might be able to change policy. I represent more moderate Griffin Houses that have no economic interests in the conquest; they grow envious of the houses enriching themselves. I could leverage that to spare your people.” Zaza smirked. “You can't be trusted. You'll say anything to secure your freedom.” “I am a knight you dare doubt my honor?” said Reagle proudly. “Good night Prince Reagle.” said Zaza turning away from the Griffin. The embers of the fire died down. A singular Griffin stumbles in the cold. Small lights greet him in the distance. Griffin soldiers landed towards. A Griffin with a crossbow walked towards the lone Griffin. “Commander Ironbeak, we were looking for you.” shouted a tan feathered female Griffin holding up a torch to the Ironbeak’s black face. “Were you Dori?” said Ironbeak. “We are your soldiers. I am your lieutenant.” Dori then lowered her speech to a whisper. “How did your hunt for the Prince go, is he dead?” “I failed, Reagle lives.” Ironbeak shook his head violently. Dori drew a hankerchief and cleaned the sand and dirt from Ironbeak’s face. “Lord Ironclaw will kill you for this failure in order to appease King Hawkmor.” said Dori alarmed. “I know.” said Ironbeak. “Where are your guards?” asked Dori. “Slain, to the west of here.” said Ironbeak. “I was a coward… I ran as my guards fell.” said Ironbeak whimpering. “No you fought bravely as they fell and stay to avenge their deaths.” said Dori. “What are you saying, Dori?” asked Ironbeak. Dori directed the squad of soldiers following. “Head west collected the corpses of the fallen guards. Burn one them beyond recognition. Make sure the face feathers are particular burnt.” said Dori. “Dori?” asked Ironbeak. “I won’t see you killed.” said Dori. “I see. We’ll need a story.” said Ironbeak. “Gather some Zebra slaves, slay them. We shall report to King Hawkmor that Zebras killed his beloved son.” Dori rubbed the bottom of her beak. “And you-” said Dori pointed to Ironbeak. “I shall report to my father and say it was I.” said Ironbeak. “All the while we continue the hunt.” said Dori. Chapter 3 Scars and StripesMorning was quick to come. Reagle was prodded awake with a spear by Zaza. A ration pouch was shoved towards him along with a canteen. “You manage your own supplies now. Don’t beg from me if you run out.” said Zaza. “Yeah sure.” Reagle looked over the pouch and found only grass crackers. “Hey do you have any meat?” asked Reagle. Zaza looked at Reagle with disgust. “I will not kill for you.” “Peanuts then?” suggested Reagle. “Peanuts!” Nokimbe laughed as he got up as well. “March! We have many miles to cover.” said Zaza. The morning sun quickly warmed the plains and desert sands. Walking along the verge of where one ended and the other began they notice a half a dozen Zebras walking in distant plains. They carried spears and had red tribal markings on their flanks. “Hey!” said Nokimbe waving a hoof at the Zebras. “Don’t call them over you idiot.” Zaza faced hoofed. The Zebra group had already galloped over. “A Griffin?” questioned the burly leader of the band pointing to Reagle with his spear. Reagle hid behind Zaza and Nokimbe. “Yes, a simple prisoner transfer. We don’t require your help.” said Zaza. “Why chain his wings. We’ll just cut them off.” smiled burly Zebra. Reagle stepped back slowly. “That won’t be necessary. We are to deliver him intact.” said Zaza. “It is dangerous to travel here there may be bandits. It would be rude if we did not escort you.” said the burly Zebra. “I’m Nokimbe this is Zaza.” said Nokimbe. “I am Abasi these are my warriors.” said Abasi. As they walked Reagle noticed a metal clinking sound in the saddle bags of the Zebra soldiers. A golden gleam caught his eye. “So Zaza, where is this prisoner headed to?” asked Abasi. “The capital.” said Nokimbe. Zaza shot Nokimbe a nasty look then she calmed herself. “Abasi, your soldiers don’t you have a patrol route?” asked Zaza. “Indeed.” said Abasi. “I will see you to safety then return to it.” “Your warrior tribal markings are unfamiliar to me. Tell me of your village. Where is it?” said Zaza. Abasi smiled fondly. “We are of the Ekundo tribe. My village is upon a hill. You can see the whole savanna from there. My wife and colt await in field never-ending grass.” Abasis descended into despair. “I miss the smell of the stews and brews now overcome by the rot of dead corpses.” “The war will end soon, you may yet return to them.” said Zaza softly. “No, this war won’t end.” said Abasi sadly. “With that attitude it certainly won’t.” said Nokimbe. “We won’t win. Ask your bird prisoner, he knows.” said Abasi. “…” Reagle was reticent to nod. Abasi smiled. “Tell them how many of those new War Wings your people possess.” said Abasi. Zaza and Nokimbe’s expectant looks tore into Reagle. “Twenty, and factories are churning out more.” said Reagle. Zaza and Nokimbe looked at each other with flabbergasted stares. “It is hopeless!” cried Nokimbe. Zaza recovered her composure. “It is lie.” Abasi lowered his head. “We interrogated another Griffin… he told the same number. It is hopeless.” Zaza leapt unto a boulder they were passing. Her striped coat glistening in the sun she spoke with passion and fervor. “Warriors hear and have hope! Do not surrender your courage to dark leopard of doubt! Stand strong and firm against storm! Right now, all throughout our lands your brothers are fighting bravely to change the winds of war! An operation is underway that will-” Zaza’s speech was met with snorts as the Abasi and his warriors kept moving. Zaza climbed down the boulder with a hurt expression. Reagle hung out in back where Zaza walked with a lowered head like everyone else. “That was a fantastic speech.” whispered Reagle. “Don’t mock me.” said Zaza. “No really it was.” said Reagle kindly. “Thanks.” said Zaza lifting her head slightly. Reagle was still fixated on the golden glint of metal inside the Zebra soldier’s bags. He pulled one of the straps lightly to open the pouch however The saddle bag of one of the Zebra soldiers opened spilling out golden plates and other assorted trinkets. “Why would soldiers be carrying such fineries? Surely not to use them.” said Reagle casually. “It is plunder from a Griffin convoy.” said a shifty Zebra explaining. Zaza stepped back slowly. “Those objects are of Zebra make. You are bandits! You attacked our own people!” She pointed her spear at Abasi. Abasi sighed. “I had hoped we could slit your throats quietly in the night without a fight.” “You make mockery of the warrior markings upon your flanks! When did you desert your duties?!” said Zaza. Abasi lowered his head in a moment of shame. He lifted it again to retort. “Your speech earlier was fine and fancy however I abandoned the cause when I realized it was lost! It is suicide; we have nothing that can beat their airships!” “Zulu Zakar, he beat them!” Zaza bit back. “Yes, and he died doing so. I rather live.” sighed Abasi. “Surrender your saddlebags and the Griffin.” “Why the Griffin, he is a prisoner we must transfer.” said Zaza. “We can sell his feathery ass for gold back to the buzzards.” said Abasi. “Traitors also?” questioned Reagle. “What of your village upon the hill?!” Zaza demanded. “I told you my village was upon a hill… that hill is burial mound now. My village is dead, all killed or sold into bondage by heathen Griffins.” said Abasi smiling madly. “Zebrakind is doomed. I prayed to all the gods that shamans have, they do not answer. Gold is the only god left.” The shifty Zebra chuckled. “Let us take the mare also. I want to rut with her nice but.” “Barbarians.” said Reagle aghast. Zaza boiled with anger however she calmed herself. “I am a Zerker, death is my god! Leave if you want to live!” shouted Zaza. “A Zerker?!” said one of the bandits fearfully. “It is a bluff. All the Zerkers died with Zulu Zakar.” chuckled Abasi. Zaza’s calm was before a storm. “Not this one!” said Zaza stomping she charged the bandits. Zaza with a push of her mighty hind legs had bounded over the bandits. The bandits were stunned by her athletic move. She shoved her spear into the rear of the shifty Zebra. The bandit screamed as he died. “Hey, birdy!” said Nokimbe tossing Reagle a sword from his saddlebag. “Much thanks!” said Reagle swinging the blade. A bandit lunged at the Griffin. Reagle dashed to the side and stabbed the bandit in the sides. Nokimbe fired a poison blow dart into the neck of one of the bandits. The Zebra’s face became red and he fell over dead. Zaza deftly dodged a spear swiped at her. She skewered her attacker in the heart. Another bandit ran towards Reagle. Reagle deflected the spear point and grabbed pole. Pulling the helpless attacker close he slit the bandit’s throat. Abasi was a tall and brawny warrior Nokimbe and Reagle cautiously backed away a few steps. Abasi however whinnied. “I want to live!” He turned trotting away. The heavily muscled Zebra quickly became a small speck. “Blasted coward!” Reagle was about to give chase. Nokimbe placed a hoof in front of him. “Let the princess do the work.” Zaza had her head tilted back. She snapped back with that crazed look in her eyes that Reagle dreaded. “Run! Death chases you!” Zaza such was her speed and grace her feet barely seemed to touch the ground. She jumped upwards. Landing, she speared Abasi nailing him to the ground. The strike was through the heart and death instant. Zaza soon returned to Reagle and Nokimbe. Her head was lowered. “You ran so fast it appeared as if you flying.” said Reagle. Zaza flicked the blood off her spear. “It is sad. In a time of peace he might have been a shaman healer or a builder.” Zaza frowned. “Bastard, he got what was coming. You just put down a rabid dog.” said Reagle. Zaza shot back at Reagle. “People respond differently to grief. They were a symptom of your people’s invasion!” said Zaza. “So the Griffin Kingdoms are responsible for all your people’s failings? He chose to become bandit.” Reagle spat back. Zaza thought for a moment. “…I must apologize. You fought for us despite that you could have found freedom in their avarice. They would have sold you back to your people.” “… Hey, one of those bastards threatened your rump. I like that rump.” Reagle chirped. Zaza blushed again. She swung her spear lightly at Reagle hitting his head. Reagle smiled. Zaza laughed lightly. Reagle laughed back. The laughter however was hallow as Zaza trailed off sadly. “Cursed bandits, they better have provisions.” Nokimbe was busy going through the saddle bags of the bandits. He held a golden plate in his mouth. “Take the water from the canteens and their ration packs, leave the gold. Their god did not serve them.” said Zaza. Reagle opened one of the saddlebags. He sighed at the grass wheat crackers. Hunger pangs hit him as his stomach growled. “I can live a while on water but I sort of need real food. I’ll settle for mice now.” Reagle groaned. “Why didn’t you gorge yourself on those dead guys back there?” asked Nokimbe. “Hey, that is utterly uncouth.” Reagle lifted his beak. “Eating meat is.” said Zaza. “We don’t eat people. I’ll starve to death before that.” said Reagle flatly. “Hunt yourself.” said Nokimbe. “Yeah. My wings are chained remember? I don’t have a crossbow either.” said Reagle jingling his chains that wrapped his wings. “I shall get your something.” Zaza sighed trotting away. Zaza returned with a vulture skewered on her spear. Reagle recoiled at the sight of the bald bird. “You’re going to make a cannibal?!” asked Reagle. “This creature was. It was feasting on one your dead scouts.” said Zaza. “Wait, take me to the body!” said Reagle. They arrived at where the dead Griffin scout was with wings sprawled out. The vulture had done its work on it. The juiciest parts the eyeballs and tongue were missing. Reagle respectfully saluted the soldier with his claws. Reagle rummaged through the backpack of the dead Griffin. He grinned in triumph as he pulled a several tins from the soldier’s pouch. “Thank you friend, I live today because of you.” said Reagle. “Dumb bird, he should have packed more water before daring the desert.” said Nokimbe checking the dead soldier’s empty canteen. Reagle spotted a rolled scroll near the soldier’s pouch. He poured the pouch’s contents out. There was a scroll and a compass. He unfurled the scroll. It was a map that had desperate scribbles on it. “Looks like he got lost. How I don’t know.” said Reagle. “Technology.” said Zaza poking at a compass. The needle of the device was turning erratically. “Those don’t work near here. There are magnetic mountains that interfere.” He noticed another scroll that wrapped around the map. It was a portrait of him. “My father is looking for me. This soldier is dead because of me.” said Reagle. Zaza inspected the dead soldier tucked in chest cavity of the scout’s armor was another piece of paper. Zaza pulled the paper out with her hooves and unfolded. She read aloud. Upon finding the Prince, report discovery directly to me. Your mission is of utmost secrecy. House Ironclaw’s future depends on your success. Failure to do so will result in punishment. Commander Dori “Dori is my cousin’s lieutenant.” Reagle gasped. “So your cousin hunts us. He was a coward fleeing as his soldiers died. I think even I could kill that chicken.” said Nokimbe. “I’m not worried about that him. His lieutenant Dori however gives me the creeps. She’s utterly ruthless.” said Reagle. The humming of a War Wing’s engines caused birds to scatter from trees. The airship bore the emblem of a silver claw wreathed in black feathers. Four War Balloons followed. “Why are we so low an altitude?” asked Ironbeak. A tan Griffin felt her forehead. “Because we don’t want to be spotted.” said Dori. “If the Zebras took him, isn’t he dead anyway?” asked Ironbeak. “If they try to ransom him or execute him publically, what do you think will happen to us when it is revealed that Reagle lives?” Dori replied before Ironbeak could even speak. “Off our heads will tumble. Out our blood will flow. As I’m sure you know.” “I’m sorry, Dori. This sort of work does not become me.” Ironbeak said softly. Dori scoffed. “Then become someone different. When I was but hatchling, my House Bloodtalon was fearsome only in name. My father wanted to marry me off to a lord of a greater house. I spat on that and in war won more lands and titles than that stupid marriage would have gotten.” Dori smiled. Ironbeak jabbed a thumb towards himself. “Then why choose me? I’m weak willed and soft. I know so. My name Ironbeak is only ironic… I may be the heir to Ironclaw… but I’m sure you could have had Reagle himself if you wanted…” Dori chortled lifting her beak into the air. “You’re kind and sensitive. You’re one partner I could comfortably turn my back towards. That is priceless to me.” Ironbeak cooed. “Dori, you’ve never spoken to me like that.” Ironbeak hugged the tan Griffin. “When we wed I don’t intend to take up the surname Ironclaw. You will take up mine.” Dori smiled dangerously. “Umm my father Lord Ironclaw may object to that.” said Ironbeak nervously. “Yeah… I’ll kill him if he complains.” said Dori grabbing Ironbeak by the neck scruff feathers and forcing a kiss. Night had come. They found shelter behind a large slab of rock that broke the wind. Once more beside the dying fire the three slept on their bed rolls. Nokimbe had already fallen into snoring. Reagle tilted his head upwards drinking the small vial of potion that was to keep him alive. Looking above he saw them. It was a cloudless night. The stars shone brilliantly above the savannah sky. “Wow, most beautiful.” said Reagle pointing a claw upwards. “You Griffins look down upon the world, seldom do you look up.” Zaza snorted. Reagle turned back to the Zebra mare. “Zaza, now that I’m on the level. Tell me of your home?” “I don’t have one.” said Zaza. Reagle lowered his beak ashamedly. “I’m sorry.” said Reagle. “No it was not destroyed. The people of my tribe are nomadic. Ours was called the moving city. We slayed the great beasts that would attacked other tribes.” “Mercenaries eh?” asked Reagle. “No, our only payment was food, gifts, and warm smiles grateful villagers gave us. When you Griffins attacked, my people thought you were not unlike the monsters we fought. We rose to the defense of others and died by droves in the beginning of the war.” Zaza said sadly. Reagle decided to change the subject. “You’re a princess right?” “A princess, the title is cheap here. There are many chieftains and they have many daughters. The Zakar tribe was voted to head the Confederation… I had a brother but I still have sister.” said Zaza. “I see.” said Reagle. “Tell me how does a Griffin Prince live?” asked Zaza. Reagle chuckled. “I had everything, riches, land, and even a bossy bird-friend that only cared for my status.” said Reagle. “A bossy bird-friend?” Zaza smirked. Reagle laughed. “The bossiest.” He then looked angrily off. “She not subtly asked me to kill my father so she could be Queen. Gilda, gold was her god.” “Where is it that you grew up?” asked Zaza. “I grew up in the mead halls my father’s knights would frequent. I drank up the beer and heroic stories the soldiers offered me. I was severely disappointed growing up to find politics and power the driving force behind it all. I spent ages trying to add reforms to Griffin Imperial court to curb corruption. Now that I’m gone I think even those will mean nothing. My life up to this point has been empty pride.” said Reagle clasping his claw on his head shamefully. Zaza said nothing. Reagle looked at the Zebra mare through the gaps in his claws. “I admire your purpose and focus.” The embers of the fire began to die further. The flames keep them close yet apart. Zaza looked skyward. “…I am that way because I must. I was never given a choice. Truthfully I am assailed by my doubt every night. Like a leopard it stalks me. I am a Zerker, only the red haze of battle, gives me any clarity… Even that is no reprieve. I have survived Zebras braver than I.” Zaza smiled. “If you keep fighting you’ll die.” said Reagle. “So be it then. I shall return to the grass and the leopard will stalk me no more.” Zaza’s coat shimmered in the star light. “Zaza, I’ll go with you to your capital perhaps there might be some solution that can be negotiated.” said Reagle. “Prince Reagle, you don’t have choice.” said Zaza. “Is that so?” Reagle stood up and flexed his wings. The chains fell off his body. “I figured out the lock ages ago.” Reagle pounced jumping over the dead fire. Zaza stood up alarmed. She was about swing her spear when Reagle held the weapon in his claws. “Kill us you’ll never get the cure for the poison.” Zaza countered grinding her teeth. “It is fake. A bold bluff.” Reagle chirped. “How did you know?” said Zaza. “It seemed too convenient like a plot device of a poorly written play. I know theater.” said Reagle. “What you just told me now confirms it.” He touched the Zaza’s chin with is talons. He looked into the Zaza’s confused stare. As he gently kissed the Zebra mare he noticed she had a spiked horseshoe against his throat. Zaza however dropped her hoof as she leaned into the kiss. Reagle grabbed her full face feeling the scar on her cheek. Zaza fell back. “What was that?” said Zaza blushing. She was panting. “A kiss.” said Reagle. “We are of a different species.” said Zaza stammering. “Didn’t your reports say I was a pervert?” Reagle chuckled. Reagle hugged Zaza. “You wicked Griffins take everything. I hate your people!” Zaza shouted. “You don’t hate me right?”Reagle chirped into her ear. “…Be not so keen to follow. Death chases me.” said Zaza. Reagle grabbed his bedroll and set it besides Zaza. “Well then, I’ll just have to follow you just a little closer.” Reagle set himself beside Zaza. Chapter 4 Deadly DuelA War Wing airship and four War balloons encircled a fearful city. Horned Ibexes gazed up in shivering as the ships passed over them. “The Ibex Empire is neutral.” said Ironbeak. “How will we explain to King Hawkmor?” The tan griffin flipped through pages of reports held in her claws. “Engine problems with our War Wing forced us to seek immediate repairs.” Dori without batting an eye continued reading reports. “Even if the Ibex Empire declares war, their most complex weapon is the catapult. Their Capital will be a small detour when we move to bomb the Zebras into complete submission.” “How do you know Reagle is here?” asked Ironbeak. “He isn’t. The Zebras that took him will however bring him here. To traverse the Sand Sea they will need provision or a ship. We’re going to intercept them.” Dori sighed. “Shouldn’t we then send ground troops, set up road blocks and patrols? They could have a secret way into the city.” Dori chirped. “That is not an all together stupid idea! You and I are going for walk.” Dori hugged Ironbeak. Dori then turned to a Griffin officer. “We have a platoon of Hawkers, deploy them!” Nokimbe awoke in the morning . He stretched his legs and turned to find Reagle and Zaza eating breakfast side by side. Nokimbe bounced upwards in surprise. “@%#?????!” Nokimbe shouted in the Zebra language. “What is birdy doing out of his chains?” “It’s alright, Prince Reagle has agreed to come with us of his own free will.” said Zaza biting down on some grass wheat crackers. Reagle cracked open a ration tin. “Yup, I figured out your poison was a bluff.” Nokimbe scratched his mane. “Hehehehe, you’re not bird brained.” said Nokimbe. “Anyway, I want to see your capital and speak with your king. I’m sure we’ll negotiate something.” said Reagle taking small kipper from the Griffin ration tin. “Hold a moment. Zaza could I speak with you?” said Nokimbe. Reagle watched as Zaza and Nokimbe walked off out of earshot. They made hoof motions as they talked. Zaza seemed to own the conversation and Nokimbe finally nodded. “Shall we get a-going birdy?” smiled Nokimbe. Reagle followed Zaza up a dune. He found her staring blankly at something in the distance. “They can’t have!” said Zaza. “What?” Reagle flew up to the top of the dune. A city was encircled by four War Balloons. A Griffin War Wing hovered above in the middle of the city. Zaza turned towards Reagle. “Don’t run.” Her spear was already levied against him. “Are so quick to doubt by word? I told you I would go with you to capital didn’t I?” said Reagle pecking Zaza lightly on the cheek. “…” Zaza blushed. Reagle looked at the ships. Reagle pulled out a telescope from his saddlebags. Nokimbe had joined them atop the dune. “Where’d you get that?” asked Nokimbe looking at the tube that Reagle peered his eyes through. “The dead scout.” said Reagle. “Check out this technology.” said Reagle letting Zaza look through the scope. Zaza’s eyes were wide as she saw the image of the Griffin ships magnified. “Those ships belong to the Ironclaw Clan, my cousin is looking for me. I won’t be running of flying away to those ships.” said Reagle. “Ibaristan is part of the Ibex Empire aren’t they neutral? Why are the Griffins there?” questioned Nokimbe. “Officially they are however even they realize that should we fall they will be next. Secretly they support our side.” said Zaza. Reagle smirked. “They support our side too. They tell us how the greedy Zebras are muscling in on their grazing territory.” “Really? Those two faced horned jerks. What have they done?” asked Nokimbe. “They give information on Zebra troop concentrations sometimes.” said Reagle. Zaza looked worriedly. “Most likely token gestures to hide their allegiance to us. I hope we can trust our contact.” “We can trust the contact that is without a doubt. Believe me.” said Nokimbe staring sternly back at Reagle and Zaza’s questioning stares. Zaza turned to Reagle. “We shall have to find you a disguise.” “I have this bed sheet.” said Nokimbe pulling a brown blanket. “I have bandages.” smiled Zaza as they approached Reagle with the objects. “Wait, a moment now!” said Reagle. Two squads of gray armored Griffins stood at the city entrance. They inspected each person that entered. Ibexes with horns were the majority of the people entering. The Ibexes they let through however Zebras were stopped. It came their turn. “Why do you carry spears?” asked a Griffin soldier. “The Ibexes do. The savannah is dangerous. Lions prowl.” said Nokimbe. The Griffin nodded. “You there stop lift that cloak.” a Griffin soldier commanded with a lance. Zaza and Nokimbe walked beside a bandaged cloaked figure. “You wouldn’t want to. He has the lepers’ disease.” said Zaza. “It’s highly contagious. Your feathers might fall out.” said Nokimbe. The guards jumped back. “We’re taking him to the city’s healers, he should be fine afterwards.” said Zaza. “Be on your way!” shouted the Griffin. They shuffled past checkpoint quickly. “Leprosy isn’t contagious.” whispered Reagle. “Indeed, however most folk don’t know otherwise.” said Zaza. Dori and Ironbeak were accompanied by a squad of red cloaked bodyguards. Several Griffin workers wheeled around a crate with holes. “This city is large.” said Ironbeak. Dori nodded sarcastically with irritation. “Also the sky is blue.” Ironbeak ignoring her continued. “How will find them in this city?” The lip ends of Dori’s beak curled into a smile. “Bring forth the special slave!” “Special slave?” asked Ironbeak. “Yes, from the Diamond Mines of Jara. My House Bloodtalon took rights of it and found pesky inhabitants. Father wanted them eradicated. I put them to good use.” said Dori. The Griffin workers took pry bars and opened the crate. Inside was a large Diamond Dog huddled fearfully in corner. The Diamond Dog was thinned from starvation. A slave collar hung around its neck. Workers pulled on the chains attached to the collar and the Dog was lead out of the box. “Grahh, what does mistress want?” rasped the Dog. “Pet, you may eat today-” Dori clicked her claws. A Griffin worker brought a slab of meat attached to a stick. The Diamond Dog nodded gleefully. “Yes mistress feed me!” “If!” Dori clicked her claws again. The worker took away the slab of meat and Griffins workers pulled the chains of the Dog back to stop the Dog from chasing after it. Diamond Dog sat down obediently and spoke in low growl. “Anything… the mistress bids.” Dori produced a white and gold handkerchief from her pouch. “Find for us owner of this scent and you may eat today.” She waved the cloth in the nose of the Dog. “As you command.” said the Dog. “How do you have Reagle’s handkerchief?” asked Ironbeak. They walked closely along the buildings as did other civilians. The city was impressive as sand built dwellings reached several stories high. Griffin soldiers with red cloaks strolled proudly marching. With every step, there was a clacking sound from their pouches. “Those funny lookin’ birds with those red cloaks, why do they walk lopsided?” asked Nokimbe. “Hawkers, grenadiers. They carry many bombs. They are elite troops.” said Reagle through his face bandages. “Why deploy them for a simple search?” asked Nokimbe “Because they only want to destroy.” said Zaza. Ibexes brayed as they galloped away. A furry blur crashed through a crowd around the corner. Two Griffin workers barely held onto the chains on its slave collar. “There is your target! Feed me!” cried the Diamond Dog pointing with its claws. “Later!” shouted Dori rushing from behind the Dog. “Run!” cried Zaza tugging Reagle away. Dori fired a crossbow at Reagle. The shot killed an innocent Ibex mare. The child screamed crying. “You winged devils!” cried an Ibex shoving his horns into the chest of a Griffin soldier. More Ibexes charged at the Griffins. Several of the Hawkers were killed as the crowd turned violent. Dori reloaded her crossbow. She hovered above the crowd trying to get a shot. “This crowd is in the way! Use your grenades!” she shouted at the Hawkers. “No, don’t!” cried Ironbeak. The confused Hawkers bit their beaks as they flew backwards. Dori flew next to a Hawker and grabbed several grenades from the soldier’s pouch. She lit them with her claw flints and threw them in front of the crowd. The crowd dispersed as the grenades exploded. “Graah! After them!” shouted Dori. They ran through the streets scrambling past panicked Ibexes. Reagle was almost gored several times by the horns of the Ibex stampeded. They heard explosions behind them. “They opened fire on innocents?!” cried Nokimbe running alongside Reagle. “That was Dori, Ironbeak’s lieutenant.” said Reagle. “You know her!” said Zaza. “Yes, and there were many reasons I dumped her.” said Reagle running faster. “You have terrible taste in the opposite sex!” cried Zaza. “Yes, that also!” said Reagle his heart pounding furiously. They turned into an alleyway. There was a single door at the end. Nokimbe smashed into it. Nokimbe fell back as the door remained. “Crocodile shit, it’s reinforced!” Reagle caught his breath while Nokimbe and Zaza were still had theirs. “We wove through the crowds and made a many turns. There’s no way they could follow us.” Reagle breathed heavily falling to the ground in exhaustion. Zaza affixed her spear. “I am not so sure of that.” Around the corner poked a sniffing black nose. The Diamond Dog spoke. “There they are! Feed me!” “Later!” shouted Dori rushing past the Dog. Nokimbe continued pounding at the door. Dori and Ironbeak faced Reagle and Zaza. “Give up!” shouted Ironbeak to Reagle who was still exhausted on the ground. “No need. We’ll execute them here.” Dori cackled. Dori with a flick of her claws directed two Hawker soldiers. “Kill them!” Zaza had tilted her head back exposing her neck. “Look she’s offering us her head!” smirked a Hawker. The Hawkers drew their swords and sprang at Zaza. Zaza snapped her head back forward. Her eyes gleamed with murderous intent. Zaza swiped her spear severing the throat of the first Hawker. She stabbed the second through the eye. Two bodies dropped to the ground in a blink. They skidded in front of Reagle. Ironbeak panicked. “It’s that unstoppable Zerker! We have to run!” “You run along and get reinforcements.” said Dori directing Ironbeak with a claw. “I want to play.” Dori’s mouth grinned. Ironbeak nodded and scurried off. “You should listen to your coward companion, I am indeed a Zerker.” said Zaza. Dori matched Zaza’s gaze. “A Zerker huh? I thought all you were killed?” she drew her blade with her claw. “If you know what you face, then flee.” said Zaza. Dori cackled. “Who is it that you think killed all your brothers!?” She lunged with a her sword. Zaza evaded the strike. She noticed the tan coloration of the Dori’s coat. A memory flashed in her head. “Tan Griffin, it was you! You killed Assegai!” She gasped in realization. Zaza’s lapse in focus allowed Dori to nick her ear. “I killed many more than that! I killed the legendary Zulu Zakar! He wore a helmet with a blue frill!” Dori smiled. Zaza face contorted with rage. “You killed my brother??!!!”Zaza shouted as she charged. “Your brothers pissed themselves as I killed them! They were all cowards!” Dori flew upwards avoiding Zaza’s attack. She cooed to herself. “Come on lose your cool.” Zaza instead stopped. She tilted her head back again. “Death becomes you!” she spoke eagerly snapping again. Zaza’s eyes had become intense and her legs coiled like springs. Zaza had jumped onto the right wall. With great finesse she jumped on the next wall and next each time gaining altitude. Zaza met Dori in the air with a spear swipe. Dori’s eyes lost their edge. “Holy hell!” said Dori blocking the strike with her sword. Zaza pushed Dori down. Before colliding Dori beat her wings and pulled back. Zaza landed with on her legs. Dori brushed herself off and assumed a battle stance. She stood up on her hind legs. “Come on! Is that all you got?!” said Dori goading. “I’ll make you dead!” said Zaza preparing a charge. Dori smiled with her second claw hidden behind her back. Meanwhile Reagle grabbed black balls and other objects from the bags from the dead Hawkers. He found a gladius sword amongst the dead. Spinning the blade twice in his claws he got a feel for its weight. Nokimbe finally broke through the door in a shower of splinters. “Come on! Go! Zaza can handle it!” cried Nokimbe trying to tugging at Reagle’s bed sheet robe. In flashed Reagle discarded his bed sheet cloak in Nokimbe’s mouth. Reagle bounded towards them. The world slowed to a near still. Before Zaza’s spear could impale Dori in the heart or the Griffin could kill Zaza with her hidden dagger, Reagle shoved Zaza aside. Zaza in full sprint crashed into some garbage cans. Reagle parried Dori’s main sword with his. He held off her hidden dagger with his left foreleg. The long slender blade dug into his flesh. The bandages fell from Reagle’s face. “Reagle?” smiled Dori with a murderous grin. “Dori.” spat Reagle. He head-butted Dori and kicked her backwards. “Here I come!” Nokimbe charged with his own spear. He was stopped from reaching Dori when a crossbow bolt landed near him sending him back. Ironbeak had in his claws a crossbow. He was already loading his second bolt. “You idiot what are doing back here?! I told you to get reinforcements!” Dori bit back. “You trusted me with your back! Dori I love you!” said Ironbeak sobbing in fear. “We must retreat!” said Nokimbe said to Reagle and Zaza. Reagle held out some claw flints he rubbed them together and sparked them. “Hey cousin’s let’s go bowling!” Reagle threw a black sphere at Ironbeak. “Damn it!” Dori jumped and kicked the ball upwards. The grenade exploded turning the sand compacted buildings into sand once more. The smokescreen shrouded them all. Dori and Ironbeak coughed out sand. “We’ve lost them! We shall have to reacquire the trail. Workers, where is that bloody Dog slave?” Dori screeched. From behind them steam came from heavy breathing. A creature with bloodied claws and teeth spoke. It was flanked by two dead Griffin workers. “This for my people you have enslaved and made massacre of!” The creature lunged. “Ungrateful mongrel!” Dori swung around stabbed the Diamond Dog in the eye. However with a swipe of its mighty claws she was slashed across the chest. The Dog smiled its bloody grin as it slumped back. “Dori!” cried Ironbeak. Zaza helped Reagle limp along as his left foreleg bled. They walked through deserted streets now patrolled only by Griffins. “Why did you stop me from slaying that damned Griffin. I had her.” Zaza asked angrily. “Your attack left you open.” scolded Reagle. “I know. It is the last Zerker teaching. The ultimate attack is one that cares not for the fate of its user.” said Zaza. “I didn’t want you to die then for nothing.” said Reagle. “I would have avenged my brother.” Zaza said angrily. “She was lying, she couldn’t have killed your brother.” said Reagle softly. “No, she couldn’t have lied. She knew something that only I knew.” said Zaza. “Let’s talk another time. We have to find our contact.” said Nokimbe urgently. They stopped in front of a building that had a sign that read ‘The Fightin’gale.’ They entered the shady bar. Ibexes, Zebras, ponies and even some Water Buffalo were gathered around gambling and drinking tables. Gazes turned towards the bandaged and robed Reagle however they quickly turned away. Many of the patrons had bandages themselves and weapons by their chairs. “Mercenaries. Lances for loan.” said Reagle. “Indeed, these warriors have fought across the whole continent.” said Nokimbe. “How will we know our contact?” asked Zaza to Nokimbe. “Where is this Zebra fellow?” asked Reagle whispering. “She’s an Ibex.” said Nokimbe staring at the stage. A slender formed Ibex sung on stage. She wore a lovely lace dress that accentuated yet hid her hind legs. She strolled across the wooden platform with poise and was mindful of keep her left side facing the audience. The wailing whine of wooden string instruments accompanied her performance. Her voice flowed like sweet syrup, a medicine for the mind. “What when dreams and schemes cannot sate?” “When your heart is filled with anger and hate,” “Come to me with your troubles I shall make it right.” “Set your spears and fears aside just for tonight give up the fight.” The song became quiet and the patrons looked to their drinks. Suddenly the song picked up. The Ibex ripped off her dress dramatically revealing battle scars and scratches on her flank. Smiling she turned her head and faced the audience revealing an eyepatch on her right. The audience began whooping. She grabbed a spear and swung it with skill. “For tomorrow come the battle cry and the horn’s blast!” “Broken shields and spears, you still go on!” “For gory glory you all die fighting to the last!” “Brave warriors, march on! For you are strong!” The Ibex lifted her weapon and shook it. Many of the patrons lifted their weapons and did the same. In the celebration even a crossbow bolt was ejaculated accidentally into the ceiling. “Warriors, my brothers and my lovers, thank you and good night.” The Ibex waved a hoof bowing she exited the stage. The patrons of the bar were still tapping and clapping their hooves when she left. Nokimbe showed a notched coin piece that he pulled from his bag. A large Water Buffallo guard nodded and they were permitted backstage. Backstage the one eye battle scarred Ibex greeted them. Her scars only seemed to enhance her presence. “Nokimbe you old smuggler!” said the Ibex in a friendly tone. “Isara, a pleasure as always though I won’t be here for that… This is my Commander, Zaza. I’m on a mission now. I have taken up the cause again.” said Nokimbe. “A glad welcome I am Isara.” the Ibex bowed her head mindful of her horns. “Indeed.” Zaza nodded politely. Reagle pulled back his hood and face bandages. “Mi lady, I am Reagle.” Reagle took the hoof of Isara and kissed it. “Hey!” said Zaza shooting Reagle an angry look. The Ibex laughed. “So, a devil bird accompanies you.” “Yes for some reason he’s agreed to go with us to capital.” smiled Nokimbe. “A reason indeed.” said Isara staring at Zaza. She licked her lips. “Mind your eyes.” Zaza recoiled. “Follow, I own this water hole I shall find you rooms and we can discuss plans after you’re rested.” said Isara. Reagle sat in his own room. He nursed his wounded foreleg by lantern light. Isara had given him a roll of new bandages. Reagle painfully bit his beak as he undid his crudely done battle bandages. He was surprised when Zaza entered. Zaza approached meekly unlike her usual self. “You are injured.” “It’s no big deal.” said Reagle. “It is if improperly treated.” said Zaza pulled a bottle from her saddle bag. Using her tongue she unscrewed the cap. “That’s quite dexterous tongue you have.” Reagle said mischievously. “This will hurt but it is to heal.” Zaza poured the liquid of the bottle onto Reagle’s wound. “Ah!” cried Reagle pulling his foreleg back. Reagle guffawed in astonishment however as he noticed his wound had closed. “What is this stuff?” “A secret brew. I am among the last holders of its recipe.” Zaza lifted her head proudly. Reagle flex his mended foreleg. He felt pain jolt back up his limb. “Stop that! All things in time!” Zaza scolded. “Still, this could save lives on the battlefield. It’s miraculous. I never thought-” said Reagle. Zaza cocked an eyebrow. “You never thought our people had something so advanced?” “I’m sorry.” said Reagle. “We feel the same about your airships. How could these bird brains think of something so wondrous?” said Zaza smiling. “If you like, I could take you flying on one, sometime. Or maybe I could carry you.” said Reagle. Zaza laughed. “I like the ground fine.” In the small room silence came as Zaza and Reagle met eyes. “Prince Reagle, even if it was against my wishes you have saved my life. Thank you.” said Zaza. “You should value your life more.” said Reagle. “It is not the Zerker way.” said Zaza. “Make your own way.” said Reagle. The Zebra darted forward kissing the Griffin. Zaza pushed Reagle onto the bed. “Ack an ambush, I am unprepared.” Reagle chirped. “Oft is said love is war, I am surprised that metaphor is now more real, my noble adversary.” said Zaza looking over Reagle. “Shall we resume our battle?” Reagle smirked. “Be careful, I may lose control and kill you in the throes of passion.” smiled Zaza. “I can’t object to dying like that.” said Reagle. Zaza chuckled. “My hot blood hungers for yours!” Chapter 5 Running QuestionsSomething has gone wrong. We don't seem to have an archived copy of that chapter.Chapter 6 Nightmares into DaySomething has gone wrong. 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We don't seem to have an archived copy of that chapter.Chapter 1 The Whirlwind PrinceThe sun baked the yellowed grass of the plains. The grass is trampled underhoof of a marching army. At first they appeared like regular ponies however their coats were touched by bands of light and darkness. The striped Zebras assembling pieces together by ropes and pulleys finished erecting the last of their war machines. They were lead one of their own donned in golden armor that glistened in the sun. She turned toward her army. “Those walls are not to repel us but to trap our brothers and sisters therein! Tear down the symbol of people's oppression! Liberation!” With a wave of her hoof, the arms of a hundred catapults swung into action. A city is under siege. Griffin troops ran along the walls. Black spheres pelted at the walls. As the orbs sunk into the earthen works they exploded blasting apart the walls and the Griffins that attended them. Shrill shrieks and caws could be heard as the hybrid birds died. The Griffins that survived the barrage retaliated with meager cannonade and crossbow fire. At the highest keep of the city palace fortress the desperate situation is surveyed. “Commander Ironbeak, the city is lost we must evacuate before we are overrun!” cried a tan feathered female Griffin officer. A brown feathered Griffin with a dark head and silver cape spoke. “No! It will not be known that it was here, and under my command that the Griffin Kingdoms' advance was thwarted. I will not lose to savages!” Above soaring through the skies were two great metal ships. Emblazon on each of their hulls was the sigil of the Griffin Kingdoms, a golden hawk wreathed in a dark circle of feathers. One of the airships docks upon the top tower of the city’s battlements. The second ship circled covering the first. A white headed and brown feathered Griffin with a flowing red cape walked down the boarding ramp. Ironbeak exhaled in relief. “Thank Odin, you've arrived. Prince Reagle the savages encroach! Have you brought only two War Wings?” “Cousin Ironbeak, why have the Zebras have come so far? You were supposed to hold them outside the city not hide behind the city walls.” Reagle looked downwards at his cousin. Ironbeak shuffled touching his claws nervously. “Prince Reagle, we were up against Zebra Zerkers. They feel no pain in combat.” Reagle looked through a spyglass provided for by an attendant. He saw the Zebra war works and catapults. He noticed the line of infantry had red banners but were not assembled in formation. Reagle looked to see that a group of Zebras scattered from a single stray cannon shot. “Cousin, you've been had.” Reagle chuckled. “These aren't the Infamous Zebra Zerkers. Their battle lines aren't organized. Nor do real Zerkers scatter from cannon fire.” Ironbeak scratched his beak in embarrassment. “Come cousin, we have a battle to win!” said Reagle jubilantly. Zebras galloped away as bombs exploded in front of them. The shadow of the two griffin War Wings darkened the ground. Smaller war balloons followed after. Zebras engineers tried to take apart their most forward catapults however abandoned the effort when the shadows of the War Wings were cast upon them. The wooden catapults were blown apart in splinters. A Zebra mare in golden armor shouted motioning with her hooves. “Withdraw, we live to fight another day!” She spat angrily as she stared upwards at the sky and the airship. “We almost had them…” Overhead aboard the bridge of Reagle's War Wing, the scattering Zebra troops are observed as tiny dots on the land. “Haha cowards they're running. We've won!” chirped Ironbeak. Reagle was far more reserved. “They use hit and run tactics. They've done their damage. Their Commander is smart.” Reagle pointed to some Zebras disassembling a catapult. The Zebras carried between the large wooden parts. “You see their siege weapons are portable.” Ironbeak sneered. “So we just let them go?!” “No, not this day.” smiled Reagle. As the Zebras retreated towards the horizon, clouds dispersed from which four more War Wings emerged. The Zebra infantry stopped as they gaped at their change in fortune. The War Wings spread out and formed a wall of fire as they bombed the sand and soil. A Zebra lieutenant with an eyepatch trotted to his Commander. “We're surrounded. We cannot escape. What shall we do?” Another Zebra warrior spoke up. “We fight to death like the brave Zulu Zakar!” “We are with you, Commander!” cried shouts in the ranks. “Liberation or death!” shouted a voice. “Give the order!” screamed another. The Commander in golden armor, her voice quivering she spoke to her expectant soldiers. “I cannot ask you to or bear to see more of people die. My orders stand! The enemy has us, this will not be a fight but a slaughter if we resist them now. Live to fight another day. We will surrender.” “How is this possible?” asked Ironbeak. “Lazy, you've come to rely too much on our unnatural advantages and have forgotten we can manipulate the clouds. It's in the classic war manuals.” said Reagle proudly. “I thought you only had two War wings personal command. Where did you muster the others?” asked Ironbeak. “Oh those belong to my father.” said Reagle proudly. “King Hawkmor is here!?” cried Ironbeak aghast. Two War Wings dock, stepping across the boarding bridge was a large Griffin of extreme height. As he entered the other War Wing, Prince Reagle and Ironbeak bowed. “Reagle!” said the large Griffin hugging heartily his smaller son. His claws were massive. “Father!” chirped Reagle warmly as he squirmed under the choking hug. King Hawkmor released Reagle. “A splendid victory son, using clouds to hide our ship! I almost wanted to be on the ground see the look on those Zerkers' faces.” exclaimed. “Cousin Ironbeak was mistaken, those weren't the famous Zerkers that defeated Lord Helmsford.” said Reagle modestly. “Don't be so humble son. We've captured so many of them without so much as a feather ruffled! We must party to celebrate!” chuckled King Hawkmor. King Hawkmor then turned to Ironbeak with a grimace. “You however will not be joining the celebrations. Letting the enemy come so close, and set up siege no less!” Hawkmor poked a claw at Ironbeak's head. Ironbeak bowed. “Forgive me, my liege.” “It wasn't all his fault, he thought he was up against Zerkers.” said Reagle in defense of his cousin. Hawkmor relented. “Alright then, Ironbeak you will permitted to join the festivities-” Ironbeak looked upwards. “-as a drinks server! Hohohohoho!” Hawkmor laughed. The herd of Zebras were surrounded by Griffin soldiers with crossbows. A War Wing above them had bomb bay doors as insurance. “Drop your weapons! Surrender without resistance or be destroyed!” shouted a Griffin officer with tan feather colors. The Zebra infantry dropped their spears to the ground, even those spears with white flags tied to them. “Now, bring forth the Commander of your rabble!” shouted the Griffin officer directing with her crossbow. The Zebra Commander was about to stand up before she was pushed down and hidden by a squad of her own soldiers. “Please Commander you mustn't reveal yourself. Give me your armor. You must live.” said the zebra with the eyepatch. “Assegai? They'll execute you.” the Commander recoiled at the request. “We have contacts and converts in the city, but they'll be of no help if you are identified.” said Assegai. “Do you all accept me abandoning you?” said the Commander her voice in a pain toned. The Zebras that shielded her nodded. “We shall for now accept our slavery and Griffin claw with docile décor, so that the day you return we might rise in rebellion.” spoke one Zebra smiling. “I understand, our original mission is of greater importance.” said the Commander. “Hurry Commander.” said Assegai offering the Commander a common infantry helm. The Zebra mare slipped off her golden armor. The Griffin officer tapped her crossbow impatiently. “If the Commander does not step forward, we will execute you all.” Assegai stepped forward in the golden armor. “I am the Commander.” said Assegai. “Good.” Griffin officer smirked. “Kill him!” “I die free!” cried Assegai as crossbow bolts buffeted him. “Assegai!” cried the Zebra mare. She was pulled by her own soldiers as tears streamed from her eyes. In the palace grounds of the city Griffin dignitaries and nobles chatted as they engorged themselves on appetizers. Zebra servants walked the halls catering to the event. Reagle opened a side window on the grand hall. He looked about and sighed when it seemed safe. Stepping in, his entrance into the banquet hall was not unnoticed. “There he is, Reagle, The Whirlwind Prince!” the shrill cries of a dozen female Griffins greeted the young prince with their wings popped out. Reagle was instantly swarmed by the bundles of feathers. “Prince Reagle, tell us of your conquest of those savages?!” chirped a white feather female Griffin. “Was the battle bloody?!” asked a tan Griffin with dark head feathers. “Can I touch your wings?!” cried another grey Griffin female. “Please ladies!” said Reagle backing away slowly. A single Griffin shoved all others aside with a sweep of her wings. “Back away! He's mine!” like Reagle the female griffin was an idealized version her race with a white head and brown feathered body. “Gilda!” Reagle cried as he was tugged away by her strong claws. Reagle was lead by Gilda to a drinks fountain. Gilda coughed gesturing with her eyes to some glasses. Reagle nodded and took a bottle pouring drinks for the both of them. “So I heard what you did up there, not bad.” said Gilda. “Yeah, Gilda. It was nothing.” said Reagle rubbing his head in embarrassment. “You should be at the helm. You'd end this war in ten second flat.” smirked Gilda. “Hey, dad's not bad.” said Reagle. “Be more ambitious.” said Gilda. Reagle brow raised upwards. “Are suggesting that I-” “Hey no one's suggesting anything. I'm just saying I'd like to be Queen before my feathers start falling out.” said Gilda. “I'm not doing that.” said Reagle sternly. Gilda noticed Reagle's rigid stance. “Hey lighten up. I was joking. That's why I like you Mr. loyal and Cool.” said Gilda. Reagle relaxed a bit. “Dad's going to cover the war front for a while…Gilda, I was wondering whether we could spend some time together.” “I'm going overseas to visit an old friend from my exchange student days.” said Gilda folding her claws. “I thought we could hang out.” said Reagle softly. “We will, dude. We got the rest of our lives for that.” sighed Gilda with a minor twinge of exasperation. “I guess I'll be seeing you then.” said Reagle touching his claws nervously. Gilda pulled Reagle close by the neck scruff feathers. “Don't dare cheat on me or I'll clip your wings!” said Gilda poking Reagle in the chest with her claws. Gilda pecked Reagle with a forceful kiss before shoving him backwards. Gilda stormed off with a satisfied smile. “I wouldn't dream of it!” smiled Reagle. Reagle walked about the party grounds trying to hide behind food and ice sculptures. He looked to where his father was. King Hawkmor was surrounded by dignitaries that feigned laughter at the King's antics and jokes. Zebra servers walked about with drink trays. Reagle frowned when he saw the chains on the Zebras' legs. Hiding out behind an ice sculpture of his father he noticed a drinks tray dangling in front of him. Reagle grabbed a drink from a tray then noticed that his server was a Griffin. “Cousin!” chirped Reagle. “Reagle!” Ironbeak jumped up spilling the drinks tray on himself. The clattering tray and shattering glass attracted everyone's attention. Nobles were giggling behind cuffed claws. Ironbeak sat in shame. Ironbeak spoke. “You bird brain! I didn't want to be noticed!” Ironbeak's feathers were soaked. The center of ridicule, Ironbeak hid his face behind his claws. The laughing stopped when Reagle grabbed a drinks tray from a Zebra servant. He took the glasses one by one and splashed them on himself. The room became silent. “Refreshing!” shouted Reagle proudly. A female Griffin noble spilled her own drink on her person followed by several others. “Sorry, cousin. Father's sense of humor can go overboard sometimes. Here let me help you.” said Reagle offering claw and helping Ironbeak up. Ironbeak scratched his beak and blinked his eyes in astonishment. “Come let's get cleaned up.” said Reagle. Outside in the garden, a Zebra servant sprayed Reagle and Ironbeak with a hose. The water washed away the drinks from their bodies. Reagle laughed as he was sprayed. Ironbeak spoke. “Reagle why'd you do that?” “They'd like to laugh at you but they wouldn't dare laugh at me.” Reagle smiled. “No I mean… why?” asked Ironbeak. “Hey we're all one nest here. You're family, cousin.” said Reagle tapping Ironbeak's side with his claw. “Thank you, Reagle.” said Ironbeak unable to look Reagle in the eyes. Walking away from the party, Reagle flew about in order to further dry his body. His wings were waterproof but not so much the rest of his Griffin body. He yawned as he landed on one of the palace balconies. Walking to his room, he found a Zebra servant waiting for him. “Hey, I didn't order room service.” said Reagle. “Prince Reagle, a gift from Ironbeak, his compliments for the defense of the city.” the Zebra servant opened the door. Reagle stepped in. Sitting on the bed on Reagle's room was a Zebra mare. Wrapped around her chest was a big bow like a present. Reagle blushed however he looked sadly at the manacles on her forelegs. The Zebra servant tossed Reagle a key. “Enjoy.” smirked the Zebra servant walking off. Reagle stood in the moonlit room staring at the Zebra half bathed in shadow and her own stripes. Reagle rubbed his forehead. “Very tasteful cousin.” “I'm all yours, My Prince.” said the Zebra mare turning and allowing Reagle to see her back. “No thank you.” said Reagle. “What?” said the Zebra mare. She tried once more in more seductive tone. “I hear you like conquering Zebra lands. How about conquering me?” She batted her eyes. Reagle's wings stood up but he walked backwards. “Umm, no.” “Do you prefer males?” The Zebra mare flicked her tail in slight frustration. Reagle gulped then composed himself by adjusting his cape collar. “No it's not that.” The Zebra mare mumbled to herself. “The reports said he positively lecherous.” The Zebra redoubled her efforts. She flicked her tail and spoke demurely. “I live to serve, anything you desire.” Reagle scratched his head feathers. Walking close he noticed puffy under eye bags of the Zebra mare. There was a tiny glint on her cheeks of recent moisture. “Have you been crying?” said Reagle tenderly. The Zebra mare recoiled at Reagle's observation. “I…” said the Zebra mare gasping. “Did they hurt you and force you to do this?! You can tell me.” said Reagle sternly. The Zebra turned her body towards Reagle. “Don't you Griffins wish to make slaves of us all? Is that not why you advance your forces into our land?” “I don't believe in the institution of slavery. It's not right.” said Reagle angrily gripping his claws. “I'm sorry for what they have done to you. I'll see justice done to them.” said Reagle bowing. Reagle grabbed the key in his claws. “Look I'm going to set you free. Please hold still.” kindly Reagle approaching the Zebra mare. As he got closer too late did he notice her shackles were never locked. She drew a knife hidden by the bowtie and pounced. Reagle assumed a battle stance and grabbed her forelegs by his claws. She smiled with the dagger in her mouth. Muscles rippled behind the Zebra's coat, she forced Reagle unto the ground. “You're strong!” remarked Reagle with the knife nearly to his throat. “You're weak.” grinned the Zebra mare. “Is that so?!” Reagle propped his wings on the floor and with that pushed the Zebra off of him. Reagle smirked drawing a dagger hidden in a holster that was underneath his wings. “So the Zebra Tribal Confederation sends an assassin, which tribe?” asked Reagle. “I owe you no answer.” said the Zebra lunging. Reagle readied himself however the Zebra slammed him against the wall. His free claw as pinned by a powerful hoof. Reagle looked to see his bodkin embed into the Zebra mare's leg. “You sacrifice a limb to take my life?” said Reagle choking with the Zebra's dagger held to his throat. “Don't struggle.” said the Zebra. “You underestimate pain!” Reagle made a twisting motion with his dagger. The Zebra snorted unimpressed. “You underestimate me. Is that all?” said the Zebra staring Reagle down. “You don't feel any pain! A Zerker?!” Reagle gasped. His opponent had him. The zebra mare drew another object hidden by the bow strapped to her chest. It was a syringe. The needle was plunged into Reagle's neck. He felt woozy and the room began spinning as he was released onto the ground. “Zaza, are you done yet? The guards will not be drugged out for long.” said a voice. “It is done.” said the Zebra mare.
Chapter 2 Weary WalkThe sound of a rolling wheel cart brought Reagle to consciousness. Reagle found his legs were bound by rope. His wings were tied to his chest by metal chains that just allowed him to breathe. There was a small hole of light. The rough texture of a burlap sack rubbed against his body. He felt the vibrations as the cart was pulled along. Two conspirators whispered. A meek male voice spoke. “Zaza, let me pull the cart.” “No Nokimbe, I can handle this.” said the female voice. “Your potion will soon wear off and even mended the pain in your leg will be immense.” said Nokimbe. “Fine, I will not ride in the cart however.” said Zaza. “It is well. I don't think I have the strength to pull you both.” chuckled Nokimbe. “Hurry, up we're in the open now. I don't like this.” said Zaza. The cart stopped moving temporarily only to be pulled again. Reagle poked his head out of the bag. He saw that he was being pulled by a small lanky male Zebra. He recognized the Zebra mare that strolled alongside the male Zebra. Reagle ducked back into the bag. He strained to wiggle out of his bound legs. He stopped struggling when he realized his beak though tied still had its sharp curve. He began sawing through his ropes. “Zaza, do you think we'll make it?” asked Nokimbe. “We must. I owe it to Assegai and my warriors now captive.” said Zaza fiercely. Reagle had already undone his ties he poked out of the burlap sack and saw the two distracted in conversation. Reagle jumped out and ran. The chains wrapped around his chest and wings jingled. Zaza and Nokimbe looked off wistfully as Reagle sprinted away. “He's stronger than we gave him credit for, the drug's worn off.” said Nokimbe. “Or that you messed up the brewing the potion. I should have done it.” said Zaza dismissively. “Shall I fetch him?” asked Nokimbe. “No, I will.” said Zaza. Reagle legs burned as he over exerted them. Sweat ran down the corners of his peak. He looked disbelievingly to his right at the Zebra mare that kept a casual pace with him. Reagle saw a sand dune and slid down. Zaza followed. He ran further but looked was wide eye when he saw Zaza right beside him. “Where is it that you think your going?” Zaza spat. “Freedom or so I thought.” Reagle sighed. He slowed to a stop. Panting he caught his breath. Zaza levied her spear to Reagle's neck. “You really thought you could outrun a Zebra Zerker?” She cocked her brow. “Nope!” Reagle threw sand that he had collected in his claws. The cloud hit Zaza in the face blinding her. Reagle wrenched her spear from her war saddle. He smiled at the reversal. “Now you, back away slowly.” Zaza had rubbed the sand from her eyes but she flared with anger. Quickly she calmed herself. “So you think that will give you a fighting chance.” Zaza said cooly looking at the pole-arm gripped in Reagle's claws. “This time I'm ready for you. I know what you are.” said Reagle spinning the spear. Zaza darted towards Reagle with lightning speed. To his amazement she jumped over Reagle's swipe attack and his head. Before Reagle could fully turn his back Zaza kicked her hindlegs into Reagle's sides sending him back. Zaza followed up the attack with another as she got in close. Reagle was force to defend himself with the spear's handle. “A spear is a range weapon, once I get in close you're done for.” Zaza kept delivering precise strikes to only a certain point of the wooden pole. Reagle jumped back. “You're trying to break my weapon!” said Reagle. “How observant.” said Zaza. “Let me help you.” said Reagle snapping the spear in two. “The famed Warrior Prince of the Griffins is a fool.” said Zaza chuckling. “Wrong again, I'm a sword user!” Reagle this time attacked. Zaza was surprised by Reagle's aggression and the precision he swung the shortened spear like a sword. “Your training is in close range also.” Zaza's composure was temporarily shaken. She noticed her left cheek was bleeding a red line. She winced in pain. “Oh no the potion.” Zaza gasped. Pain shot upward through the leg where she was so recently healed. It caused her trip. Reagle motioned to finish her but stopped. Hate-filled eyes stared at him. “Be done with it.” Zaza closed her eyes defiantly holding up her chin. “You were injured.” said Reagle gesturing to Zaza's leg. “It was not noble for me fight you. In accordance to the rules of dueling, I cannot take your life.” Reagle chirped solemnly. Zaza tilted her head in confusion. “Zaza!” Nokimbe slid down from the top of the sand dune and pointed his spear at Reagle. Nokimbe stared at Zaza on the ground. “He beat you? No way!” stammered Nokimbe. Zaza lowered her head in shame. Nokimbe began shaking nervously. His fearful vibration transferred through to the very spear he held against Reagle. “You drop that weapon!” Reagle spun the halved spear in his claws. “I take it you’re not much of a fighter?” smiled Reagle. “Not even close to Zaza.” said Nokimbe looking away. “However I will die before I let you escape!” The conversation was interrupted by shrill hawkish cry. Everyone looked upwards to see figures in the sky. With a soft thud a squad of Griffins landed lead by a single Griffin. Reagle joyfully recognized the black head of the lead Griffin. “Ironbeak! I'm saved! Thank you cousin!” “Kill them!” said Ironbeak. “Wait!” said Reagle standing in between Ironbeak and the two Zebras. “Let them live. We can take them prisoner.” said Reagle. Zaza and Nokimbe looked at each other quizzically. As Reagle walked towards him, Ironbeak shoved Reagle back. “Cousin?” Reagle looked at Ironbeak with confusion. Ironbeak pointed his lance at Reagle. “I'm sorry, Reagle. You are sole heir to House Hawkmor, with your death succession goes to their heir of house Ironclaw.” Reagle began to bob his head in realization. “Ironbeak you are the heir of house Ironclaw.” Reagle's eyes narrowed. “Yeah that's right.” said Ironbeak holding his lance in a fidgety manner. Nokimbe shouted. “That was not part of the deal. You were to let us take him.” “Lord Ironclaw told me to make sure… he commanded me…” said Ironbeak. “Your father?” said Reagle. “Yeah Lord Ironclaw, that's what I said.” Ironbeak lowered his beak. “Murder and betrayal does not become you cousin. We are kin.” said Reagle. “I know! But I have to!” said Ironbeak nearly biting his tongue. Reagle dropped the “Cousin, let us embrace as family and forget all this.” said Reagle walked towards Ironbeak with outstretched claws. Before Ironbeak could react Reagle rushed ahead and grabbed Ironbeak's lance. He twisted the weapon out of Ironbeak's claws. He tossed the weapon to Zaza. “Fight with me!” shouted Reagle to the two Zebras. A Griffin with a crossbow fired. Reagle jumped back. Reagle saw Zaza guzzle a purple potion from her saddlebag. Zaza popped upwards with the lance and bounded towards a Griffin who was about impale Reagle. Zaza speared the lancer first. Reagle jumped on the crossbow wielding Griffin before the weapon was reloaded. Stealing the soldier's sword from scabbard, Reagle cut down the Griffin. Another Griffin charged Zaza from behind flailing his sword. Zaza slipped off of her war saddle and spun around kicking the Griffin with a crack to the head. The Griffin fell into the sand and dirt. The fourth Griffin swiped at Reagle with a sword. Reagle parried the strike and punched the Griffin in the beak with his other claw. The Griffin staggered back. Before Reagle could swing his sword, Zaza had come from behind him and impaled the enemy Griffin with her lance. The efficiency and speed of the Zebra scared Reagle. Reagle and Zaza both turned towards the last Griffin. Ironbeak shrieked in fear and with a flap of his wings became airborne. Reagle instinctively jumped after him but fell into the sand. It was a painful reminder that his wings were still chained to his body. In the bloodied sand Reagle faced Zaza and Nokimbe. They each still clung to their weapons. “That little worm. We attended academy together!” Reagle stabbed at the dirt. “Wow, you two beat them before I could even…. Wow!” said Nokimbe. “Zaza is it? You're a great fighter.” said Reagle smiling. “…” Zaza did not reply. She snapped to the tension in the air. “You're coming with us now. Your wings are still tied. You can't run.” said Zaza. “Better, I can fight.” said Reagle holding out his sword. Zaza sneered pointing her lance. “Luck won’t save you this time.” “In every fight you are disadvantaged, you have to keep me alive for your purposes.” smiled Reagle. Zaza smiled. “Indeed however if you will not go willingly, it is better that you be killed. I won’t hold back this time.” She tilted her head back as if to enter a trance. Zaza popped her head back forward and glared at Reagle. Zaza’s eyes sharpened. It was unnerving, usually predators shared that stare but here an herbivore had those same eyes. Even the Griffin’s raptor eyes could not match her gaze. A bead of sweat dripped from Reagle’s face feathers his confidence wavered. Reagle gulped. “Hey, let’s talk about this.” Zaza salivated. “No more talking my hot blood hungers for yours!” “Zaza! Stop! Don’t lose control! We need the bird alive!” cried Nokimbe. Reagle felt a dart in his chest. Nokimbe had a blow dart gun pointed at him. “Zaza, calm down! I got him! Remember your mission! Your people!” said Nokimbe. Zaza blinked. Reagle noticed that the Zebra mare had regained her composure after tilting her head back. “You got me?” asked Reagle examining the dart that barely penetrated his chest. Nokimbe pointed a hoof at Reagle. “That dart's been tipped with a slow acting poison, you'll need the delay solution every twelve hours. We're more than a day away from your battle lines. The true antidote is at our destination.” Reagle gasped. “Poison?! That's lowly!” said Reagle dropping his blade. Reagle walked through the sand dunes lead by a rope attached to his neck. Zaza led the way pulling on Reagle's rope. Nokimbe walked beside him. Reagle turned to Nokimbe. “What was that thing she did?” asked Reagle still shivering slightly. “That scare you birdy?” Nokimble chuckled. Reagle nodded meekly. “It scares me too. It is called the Zerker battle trance. It is a trained state of mind. It sacrifices sanity for unparalleled focus. Be glad that she didn’t enter it fully. We both might have been killed.” said Nokimbe. Reagle shivered as he stared at the Zebra mare in front of him. “That’s positively fearsome! I love it.” said Reagle. Zaza looked back. “I may not be able to flip back next time. Don’t make me do that again or I will kill you.” “Where do you hope to take me and what can you possibly accomplish?” asked Reagle. “That is none of your concern.” said Zaza. “Ransom then?” asked Reagle. “No, petty bits don't concern us. We will use you to regain our people's pride and lands.” said Zaza proudly. “That's an outdated cause, you've lost too much ground.” said Reagle. “It is not. I recall that recently Zulu Zakar bested your Lord Helmsford in battle. The Zebra people won a great victory.” said Zaza proudly. “Okay, granted your people won one battle with that Zulu Zakar fellow but you must know you can't win the war. Even that great General Zulu of yours was killed in that same battle. Your so called victory was a draw. So you have no leadership, no significant weapons, and no chance. You might as well surrender.” said Reagle. Zaza blew steam from her nostrils in rage. “Arggh!” She turned about and smashed Reagle in the stomach with a kick of her hind legs. Reagle coughed as the kick winded him. “Hey birdbrain, guess whose brother died?” said Nokimbe. Reagle recovered. “Wait she's Zulu Zakar's sister?! She's royalty!” As they walked further in the heat his feet began aching. “Why didn't you bring the cart?” asked Reagle groaning. Zaza looked back. “You can walk. It is dignified to walk rather than be carried.” said Zaza tugging strongly on Reagle's rope with her mouth. Reagle nodded. As they walked further Reagle noticed the swaying of Zaza's rump as she strolled along. His face became red. “I can walk wherever you want with such a prize at the end.” Reagle chirped. Zaza's face became red. “That's it! Nokimbe you lead him!” said Zaza giving the rope to the other Zebra. “Hahaha! Keep your eyes off my flank birdy!” Nokimbe laughed. “Argh! Come on!” said Reagle. He stopped complaining when Zaza slowed her pace to walk beside him. “I'm watching you don't try anything smart.” said Zaza narrowing her eyes. “I'm thirsty.” Reagle whined. “You have spit to talk. Now walk.” said Zaza angrily. The sun's oppression reached its full fervor as it moved to its zenith in the sky. The three figures walking in the desert was the center of its focus. Reagle began feeling faint. He wobbled in his walk. He fell leaning on Zaza. “You pervert!” cried Zaza raising a hoof to strike him however she relaxed when she saw Reagle collapse into the sand. Zaza stopped. She shoved a canteen into Reagle's claws. “Drink.” said Zaza. Reagle greedily took the canteen and tipped it upwards. Water flowed into his beak. Zaza kicked the Griffin slightly. “Not all of it! Or you'll be drinking your piss!” shouted Zaza. Reagle stopped and gave back the canteen. “Thanks you, Zaza.” said Reagle. “Yeah.” said Zaza uncomfortably. “Hey your mouth touched this, does this mean we've kissed by proxy?” Reagle smirked. “Think again birdy! That's my canteen!” Nokimbe yelled back laughing. “Argh! Come on!” shouted Reagle. Walking further they arrived at small grove that was half consumed by the desert. Night was beginning to roll in. “We make camp here.” Zaza declared. “Finally! I’m beat.” said Nokimbe falling down. “Hey we need a fire and wood if we don't want to freeze to death.” said Zaza. “Send the pet out.” said Nokimbe grumbling as he shifted to use his leg as a pillow. “Lazy.” Zaza spat. Nokimbe took an hourglass out of his pouch The all the grains of sand had reached the bottom. “Twelve hours are up. Here have him drink this so he won’t die on you.” said Nokimbe throwing Zaza a small vial of liquid that landed in the sand. Zaza pushed the vial to Reagle. The Griffin drank it to the last drop. Zaza and Reagle gathered a small pile from the surrounding trees. Still on a leash Reagle climbed several trees snapping off death branches and throwing them down. Finishing Reagle climbed off the tree while Zaza watched. “Excellent work.” said Zaza. “Hey, a compliment.” said Reagle. Zaza snorted pulling Reagle harshly back to the campsite. Placing the pile in the center of the campsite they noticed Nokimbe was loudly snoring. Reagle watched with great fascination as Zaza with a curved twig, string and a stick created a fire through friction. “Very nice, I'd be lost without a flint lighter.” said Reagle. “You Griffins and your technology.” Zaza spat. The fire between them grew as Zaza tossed several more sticks in the blaze. In the flickering fire Reagle notice the scar on Zaza's cheek, the scar he made. “Hey, I'm sorry about….” Reagle pointed to his own cheek. Zaza felt her face she noticed a horizontal scar on her left cheek. “It is nothing, we Zerkers do not fear pain.” “Those purple potions in your pouch say otherwise.” said Reagle. “Those are traditional brews all Zerkers drink. It merely numbs the pain so that we might focus on combat.” said Zaza. “I see.” said Reagle. “You had me, then you stopped. Why?” asked Zaza. “Hey, we Griffins aren't as evil as you imagine. I wasn’t going to take advantage of a slave. You also had tears in your eyes....”said Reagle. “Anyway it’d be more fun if you were willing.” Reagle chuckled. Zaza blushed and coughed. “I was referring to our battle.” “Oh were you?” Reagle smiled wryly. “Prince Reagle, the reports paint you as lascivious monster of great cruelty and malice.” smiled Zaza. “You are nothing as they color. The old canvas might as well be discarded.” Reagle scratched the feathers on the back of his head in embarrassment. “You really think that? What makes you say so?” “Your bearing is noble like my brother Zulu Zakar.” said Zaza sadly. “Thanks.” said Reagle. “However the cause and nation you serve is evil. I may feel a small sorrow for your passing but not for your people.” Zaza words were cryptic and cold. Reagle twisted his head trying to decipher her words. “Holding me hostage will do you no good. You may stop my father but the other houses will capitalize on his weakness and overthrow him. Worse wait in the wings to take control. You can only delay.” “If you might stem the blood slaughter of your people if only for moment, wouldn't you?” asked Zaza. “I understand. If you let me go however I might be able to change policy. I represent more moderate Griffin Houses that have no economic interests in the conquest; they grow envious of the houses enriching themselves. I could leverage that to spare your people.” Zaza smirked. “You can't be trusted. You'll say anything to secure your freedom.” “I am a knight you dare doubt my honor?” said Reagle proudly. “Good night Prince Reagle.” said Zaza turning away from the Griffin. The embers of the fire died down. A singular Griffin stumbles in the cold. Small lights greet him in the distance. Griffin soldiers landed towards. A Griffin with a crossbow walked towards the lone Griffin. “Commander Ironbeak, we were looking for you.” shouted a tan feathered female Griffin holding up a torch to the Ironbeak’s black face. “Were you Dori?” said Ironbeak. “We are your soldiers. I am your lieutenant.” Dori then lowered her speech to a whisper. “How did your hunt for the Prince go, is he dead?” “I failed, Reagle lives.” Ironbeak shook his head violently. Dori drew a hankerchief and cleaned the sand and dirt from Ironbeak’s face. “Lord Ironclaw will kill you for this failure in order to appease King Hawkmor.” said Dori alarmed. “I know.” said Ironbeak. “Where are your guards?” asked Dori. “Slain, to the west of here.” said Ironbeak. “I was a coward… I ran as my guards fell.” said Ironbeak whimpering. “No you fought bravely as they fell and stay to avenge their deaths.” said Dori. “What are you saying, Dori?” asked Ironbeak. Dori directed the squad of soldiers following. “Head west collected the corpses of the fallen guards. Burn one them beyond recognition. Make sure the face feathers are particular burnt.” said Dori. “Dori?” asked Ironbeak. “I won’t see you killed.” said Dori. “I see. We’ll need a story.” said Ironbeak. “Gather some Zebra slaves, slay them. We shall report to King Hawkmor that Zebras killed his beloved son.” Dori rubbed the bottom of her beak. “And you-” said Dori pointed to Ironbeak. “I shall report to my father and say it was I.” said Ironbeak. “All the while we continue the hunt.” said Dori.
Chapter 3 Scars and StripesMorning was quick to come. Reagle was prodded awake with a spear by Zaza. A ration pouch was shoved towards him along with a canteen. “You manage your own supplies now. Don’t beg from me if you run out.” said Zaza. “Yeah sure.” Reagle looked over the pouch and found only grass crackers. “Hey do you have any meat?” asked Reagle. Zaza looked at Reagle with disgust. “I will not kill for you.” “Peanuts then?” suggested Reagle. “Peanuts!” Nokimbe laughed as he got up as well. “March! We have many miles to cover.” said Zaza. The morning sun quickly warmed the plains and desert sands. Walking along the verge of where one ended and the other began they notice a half a dozen Zebras walking in distant plains. They carried spears and had red tribal markings on their flanks. “Hey!” said Nokimbe waving a hoof at the Zebras. “Don’t call them over you idiot.” Zaza faced hoofed. The Zebra group had already galloped over. “A Griffin?” questioned the burly leader of the band pointing to Reagle with his spear. Reagle hid behind Zaza and Nokimbe. “Yes, a simple prisoner transfer. We don’t require your help.” said Zaza. “Why chain his wings. We’ll just cut them off.” smiled burly Zebra. Reagle stepped back slowly. “That won’t be necessary. We are to deliver him intact.” said Zaza. “It is dangerous to travel here there may be bandits. It would be rude if we did not escort you.” said the burly Zebra. “I’m Nokimbe this is Zaza.” said Nokimbe. “I am Abasi these are my warriors.” said Abasi. As they walked Reagle noticed a metal clinking sound in the saddle bags of the Zebra soldiers. A golden gleam caught his eye. “So Zaza, where is this prisoner headed to?” asked Abasi. “The capital.” said Nokimbe. Zaza shot Nokimbe a nasty look then she calmed herself. “Abasi, your soldiers don’t you have a patrol route?” asked Zaza. “Indeed.” said Abasi. “I will see you to safety then return to it.” “Your warrior tribal markings are unfamiliar to me. Tell me of your village. Where is it?” said Zaza. Abasi smiled fondly. “We are of the Ekundo tribe. My village is upon a hill. You can see the whole savanna from there. My wife and colt await in field never-ending grass.” Abasis descended into despair. “I miss the smell of the stews and brews now overcome by the rot of dead corpses.” “The war will end soon, you may yet return to them.” said Zaza softly. “No, this war won’t end.” said Abasi sadly. “With that attitude it certainly won’t.” said Nokimbe. “We won’t win. Ask your bird prisoner, he knows.” said Abasi. “…” Reagle was reticent to nod. Abasi smiled. “Tell them how many of those new War Wings your people possess.” said Abasi. Zaza and Nokimbe’s expectant looks tore into Reagle. “Twenty, and factories are churning out more.” said Reagle. Zaza and Nokimbe looked at each other with flabbergasted stares. “It is hopeless!” cried Nokimbe. Zaza recovered her composure. “It is lie.” Abasi lowered his head. “We interrogated another Griffin… he told the same number. It is hopeless.” Zaza leapt unto a boulder they were passing. Her striped coat glistening in the sun she spoke with passion and fervor. “Warriors hear and have hope! Do not surrender your courage to dark leopard of doubt! Stand strong and firm against storm! Right now, all throughout our lands your brothers are fighting bravely to change the winds of war! An operation is underway that will-” Zaza’s speech was met with snorts as the Abasi and his warriors kept moving. Zaza climbed down the boulder with a hurt expression. Reagle hung out in back where Zaza walked with a lowered head like everyone else. “That was a fantastic speech.” whispered Reagle. “Don’t mock me.” said Zaza. “No really it was.” said Reagle kindly. “Thanks.” said Zaza lifting her head slightly. Reagle was still fixated on the golden glint of metal inside the Zebra soldier’s bags. He pulled one of the straps lightly to open the pouch however The saddle bag of one of the Zebra soldiers opened spilling out golden plates and other assorted trinkets. “Why would soldiers be carrying such fineries? Surely not to use them.” said Reagle casually. “It is plunder from a Griffin convoy.” said a shifty Zebra explaining. Zaza stepped back slowly. “Those objects are of Zebra make. You are bandits! You attacked our own people!” She pointed her spear at Abasi. Abasi sighed. “I had hoped we could slit your throats quietly in the night without a fight.” “You make mockery of the warrior markings upon your flanks! When did you desert your duties?!” said Zaza. Abasi lowered his head in a moment of shame. He lifted it again to retort. “Your speech earlier was fine and fancy however I abandoned the cause when I realized it was lost! It is suicide; we have nothing that can beat their airships!” “Zulu Zakar, he beat them!” Zaza bit back. “Yes, and he died doing so. I rather live.” sighed Abasi. “Surrender your saddlebags and the Griffin.” “Why the Griffin, he is a prisoner we must transfer.” said Zaza. “We can sell his feathery ass for gold back to the buzzards.” said Abasi. “Traitors also?” questioned Reagle. “What of your village upon the hill?!” Zaza demanded. “I told you my village was upon a hill… that hill is burial mound now. My village is dead, all killed or sold into bondage by heathen Griffins.” said Abasi smiling madly. “Zebrakind is doomed. I prayed to all the gods that shamans have, they do not answer. Gold is the only god left.” The shifty Zebra chuckled. “Let us take the mare also. I want to rut with her nice but.” “Barbarians.” said Reagle aghast. Zaza boiled with anger however she calmed herself. “I am a Zerker, death is my god! Leave if you want to live!” shouted Zaza. “A Zerker?!” said one of the bandits fearfully. “It is a bluff. All the Zerkers died with Zulu Zakar.” chuckled Abasi. Zaza’s calm was before a storm. “Not this one!” said Zaza stomping she charged the bandits. Zaza with a push of her mighty hind legs had bounded over the bandits. The bandits were stunned by her athletic move. She shoved her spear into the rear of the shifty Zebra. The bandit screamed as he died. “Hey, birdy!” said Nokimbe tossing Reagle a sword from his saddlebag. “Much thanks!” said Reagle swinging the blade. A bandit lunged at the Griffin. Reagle dashed to the side and stabbed the bandit in the sides. Nokimbe fired a poison blow dart into the neck of one of the bandits. The Zebra’s face became red and he fell over dead. Zaza deftly dodged a spear swiped at her. She skewered her attacker in the heart. Another bandit ran towards Reagle. Reagle deflected the spear point and grabbed pole. Pulling the helpless attacker close he slit the bandit’s throat. Abasi was a tall and brawny warrior Nokimbe and Reagle cautiously backed away a few steps. Abasi however whinnied. “I want to live!” He turned trotting away. The heavily muscled Zebra quickly became a small speck. “Blasted coward!” Reagle was about to give chase. Nokimbe placed a hoof in front of him. “Let the princess do the work.” Zaza had her head tilted back. She snapped back with that crazed look in her eyes that Reagle dreaded. “Run! Death chases you!” Zaza such was her speed and grace her feet barely seemed to touch the ground. She jumped upwards. Landing, she speared Abasi nailing him to the ground. The strike was through the heart and death instant. Zaza soon returned to Reagle and Nokimbe. Her head was lowered. “You ran so fast it appeared as if you flying.” said Reagle. Zaza flicked the blood off her spear. “It is sad. In a time of peace he might have been a shaman healer or a builder.” Zaza frowned. “Bastard, he got what was coming. You just put down a rabid dog.” said Reagle. Zaza shot back at Reagle. “People respond differently to grief. They were a symptom of your people’s invasion!” said Zaza. “So the Griffin Kingdoms are responsible for all your people’s failings? He chose to become bandit.” Reagle spat back. Zaza thought for a moment. “…I must apologize. You fought for us despite that you could have found freedom in their avarice. They would have sold you back to your people.” “… Hey, one of those bastards threatened your rump. I like that rump.” Reagle chirped. Zaza blushed again. She swung her spear lightly at Reagle hitting his head. Reagle smiled. Zaza laughed lightly. Reagle laughed back. The laughter however was hallow as Zaza trailed off sadly. “Cursed bandits, they better have provisions.” Nokimbe was busy going through the saddle bags of the bandits. He held a golden plate in his mouth. “Take the water from the canteens and their ration packs, leave the gold. Their god did not serve them.” said Zaza. Reagle opened one of the saddlebags. He sighed at the grass wheat crackers. Hunger pangs hit him as his stomach growled. “I can live a while on water but I sort of need real food. I’ll settle for mice now.” Reagle groaned. “Why didn’t you gorge yourself on those dead guys back there?” asked Nokimbe. “Hey, that is utterly uncouth.” Reagle lifted his beak. “Eating meat is.” said Zaza. “We don’t eat people. I’ll starve to death before that.” said Reagle flatly. “Hunt yourself.” said Nokimbe. “Yeah. My wings are chained remember? I don’t have a crossbow either.” said Reagle jingling his chains that wrapped his wings. “I shall get your something.” Zaza sighed trotting away. Zaza returned with a vulture skewered on her spear. Reagle recoiled at the sight of the bald bird. “You’re going to make a cannibal?!” asked Reagle. “This creature was. It was feasting on one your dead scouts.” said Zaza. “Wait, take me to the body!” said Reagle. They arrived at where the dead Griffin scout was with wings sprawled out. The vulture had done its work on it. The juiciest parts the eyeballs and tongue were missing. Reagle respectfully saluted the soldier with his claws. Reagle rummaged through the backpack of the dead Griffin. He grinned in triumph as he pulled a several tins from the soldier’s pouch. “Thank you friend, I live today because of you.” said Reagle. “Dumb bird, he should have packed more water before daring the desert.” said Nokimbe checking the dead soldier’s empty canteen. Reagle spotted a rolled scroll near the soldier’s pouch. He poured the pouch’s contents out. There was a scroll and a compass. He unfurled the scroll. It was a map that had desperate scribbles on it. “Looks like he got lost. How I don’t know.” said Reagle. “Technology.” said Zaza poking at a compass. The needle of the device was turning erratically. “Those don’t work near here. There are magnetic mountains that interfere.” He noticed another scroll that wrapped around the map. It was a portrait of him. “My father is looking for me. This soldier is dead because of me.” said Reagle. Zaza inspected the dead soldier tucked in chest cavity of the scout’s armor was another piece of paper. Zaza pulled the paper out with her hooves and unfolded. She read aloud. Upon finding the Prince, report discovery directly to me. Your mission is of utmost secrecy. House Ironclaw’s future depends on your success. Failure to do so will result in punishment. Commander Dori “Dori is my cousin’s lieutenant.” Reagle gasped. “So your cousin hunts us. He was a coward fleeing as his soldiers died. I think even I could kill that chicken.” said Nokimbe. “I’m not worried about that him. His lieutenant Dori however gives me the creeps. She’s utterly ruthless.” said Reagle. The humming of a War Wing’s engines caused birds to scatter from trees. The airship bore the emblem of a silver claw wreathed in black feathers. Four War Balloons followed. “Why are we so low an altitude?” asked Ironbeak. A tan Griffin felt her forehead. “Because we don’t want to be spotted.” said Dori. “If the Zebras took him, isn’t he dead anyway?” asked Ironbeak. “If they try to ransom him or execute him publically, what do you think will happen to us when it is revealed that Reagle lives?” Dori replied before Ironbeak could even speak. “Off our heads will tumble. Out our blood will flow. As I’m sure you know.” “I’m sorry, Dori. This sort of work does not become me.” Ironbeak said softly. Dori scoffed. “Then become someone different. When I was but hatchling, my House Bloodtalon was fearsome only in name. My father wanted to marry me off to a lord of a greater house. I spat on that and in war won more lands and titles than that stupid marriage would have gotten.” Dori smiled. Ironbeak jabbed a thumb towards himself. “Then why choose me? I’m weak willed and soft. I know so. My name Ironbeak is only ironic… I may be the heir to Ironclaw… but I’m sure you could have had Reagle himself if you wanted…” Dori chortled lifting her beak into the air. “You’re kind and sensitive. You’re one partner I could comfortably turn my back towards. That is priceless to me.” Ironbeak cooed. “Dori, you’ve never spoken to me like that.” Ironbeak hugged the tan Griffin. “When we wed I don’t intend to take up the surname Ironclaw. You will take up mine.” Dori smiled dangerously. “Umm my father Lord Ironclaw may object to that.” said Ironbeak nervously. “Yeah… I’ll kill him if he complains.” said Dori grabbing Ironbeak by the neck scruff feathers and forcing a kiss. Night had come. They found shelter behind a large slab of rock that broke the wind. Once more beside the dying fire the three slept on their bed rolls. Nokimbe had already fallen into snoring. Reagle tilted his head upwards drinking the small vial of potion that was to keep him alive. Looking above he saw them. It was a cloudless night. The stars shone brilliantly above the savannah sky. “Wow, most beautiful.” said Reagle pointing a claw upwards. “You Griffins look down upon the world, seldom do you look up.” Zaza snorted. Reagle turned back to the Zebra mare. “Zaza, now that I’m on the level. Tell me of your home?” “I don’t have one.” said Zaza. Reagle lowered his beak ashamedly. “I’m sorry.” said Reagle. “No it was not destroyed. The people of my tribe are nomadic. Ours was called the moving city. We slayed the great beasts that would attacked other tribes.” “Mercenaries eh?” asked Reagle. “No, our only payment was food, gifts, and warm smiles grateful villagers gave us. When you Griffins attacked, my people thought you were not unlike the monsters we fought. We rose to the defense of others and died by droves in the beginning of the war.” Zaza said sadly. Reagle decided to change the subject. “You’re a princess right?” “A princess, the title is cheap here. There are many chieftains and they have many daughters. The Zakar tribe was voted to head the Confederation… I had a brother but I still have sister.” said Zaza. “I see.” said Reagle. “Tell me how does a Griffin Prince live?” asked Zaza. Reagle chuckled. “I had everything, riches, land, and even a bossy bird-friend that only cared for my status.” said Reagle. “A bossy bird-friend?” Zaza smirked. Reagle laughed. “The bossiest.” He then looked angrily off. “She not subtly asked me to kill my father so she could be Queen. Gilda, gold was her god.” “Where is it that you grew up?” asked Zaza. “I grew up in the mead halls my father’s knights would frequent. I drank up the beer and heroic stories the soldiers offered me. I was severely disappointed growing up to find politics and power the driving force behind it all. I spent ages trying to add reforms to Griffin Imperial court to curb corruption. Now that I’m gone I think even those will mean nothing. My life up to this point has been empty pride.” said Reagle clasping his claw on his head shamefully. Zaza said nothing. Reagle looked at the Zebra mare through the gaps in his claws. “I admire your purpose and focus.” The embers of the fire began to die further. The flames keep them close yet apart. Zaza looked skyward. “…I am that way because I must. I was never given a choice. Truthfully I am assailed by my doubt every night. Like a leopard it stalks me. I am a Zerker, only the red haze of battle, gives me any clarity… Even that is no reprieve. I have survived Zebras braver than I.” Zaza smiled. “If you keep fighting you’ll die.” said Reagle. “So be it then. I shall return to the grass and the leopard will stalk me no more.” Zaza’s coat shimmered in the star light. “Zaza, I’ll go with you to your capital perhaps there might be some solution that can be negotiated.” said Reagle. “Prince Reagle, you don’t have choice.” said Zaza. “Is that so?” Reagle stood up and flexed his wings. The chains fell off his body. “I figured out the lock ages ago.” Reagle pounced jumping over the dead fire. Zaza stood up alarmed. She was about swing her spear when Reagle held the weapon in his claws. “Kill us you’ll never get the cure for the poison.” Zaza countered grinding her teeth. “It is fake. A bold bluff.” Reagle chirped. “How did you know?” said Zaza. “It seemed too convenient like a plot device of a poorly written play. I know theater.” said Reagle. “What you just told me now confirms it.” He touched the Zaza’s chin with is talons. He looked into the Zaza’s confused stare. As he gently kissed the Zebra mare he noticed she had a spiked horseshoe against his throat. Zaza however dropped her hoof as she leaned into the kiss. Reagle grabbed her full face feeling the scar on her cheek. Zaza fell back. “What was that?” said Zaza blushing. She was panting. “A kiss.” said Reagle. “We are of a different species.” said Zaza stammering. “Didn’t your reports say I was a pervert?” Reagle chuckled. Reagle hugged Zaza. “You wicked Griffins take everything. I hate your people!” Zaza shouted. “You don’t hate me right?”Reagle chirped into her ear. “…Be not so keen to follow. Death chases me.” said Zaza. Reagle grabbed his bedroll and set it besides Zaza. “Well then, I’ll just have to follow you just a little closer.” Reagle set himself beside Zaza.
Chapter 4 Deadly DuelA War Wing airship and four War balloons encircled a fearful city. Horned Ibexes gazed up in shivering as the ships passed over them. “The Ibex Empire is neutral.” said Ironbeak. “How will we explain to King Hawkmor?” The tan griffin flipped through pages of reports held in her claws. “Engine problems with our War Wing forced us to seek immediate repairs.” Dori without batting an eye continued reading reports. “Even if the Ibex Empire declares war, their most complex weapon is the catapult. Their Capital will be a small detour when we move to bomb the Zebras into complete submission.” “How do you know Reagle is here?” asked Ironbeak. “He isn’t. The Zebras that took him will however bring him here. To traverse the Sand Sea they will need provision or a ship. We’re going to intercept them.” Dori sighed. “Shouldn’t we then send ground troops, set up road blocks and patrols? They could have a secret way into the city.” Dori chirped. “That is not an all together stupid idea! You and I are going for walk.” Dori hugged Ironbeak. Dori then turned to a Griffin officer. “We have a platoon of Hawkers, deploy them!” Nokimbe awoke in the morning . He stretched his legs and turned to find Reagle and Zaza eating breakfast side by side. Nokimbe bounced upwards in surprise. “@%#?????!” Nokimbe shouted in the Zebra language. “What is birdy doing out of his chains?” “It’s alright, Prince Reagle has agreed to come with us of his own free will.” said Zaza biting down on some grass wheat crackers. Reagle cracked open a ration tin. “Yup, I figured out your poison was a bluff.” Nokimbe scratched his mane. “Hehehehe, you’re not bird brained.” said Nokimbe. “Anyway, I want to see your capital and speak with your king. I’m sure we’ll negotiate something.” said Reagle taking small kipper from the Griffin ration tin. “Hold a moment. Zaza could I speak with you?” said Nokimbe. Reagle watched as Zaza and Nokimbe walked off out of earshot. They made hoof motions as they talked. Zaza seemed to own the conversation and Nokimbe finally nodded. “Shall we get a-going birdy?” smiled Nokimbe. Reagle followed Zaza up a dune. He found her staring blankly at something in the distance. “They can’t have!” said Zaza. “What?” Reagle flew up to the top of the dune. A city was encircled by four War Balloons. A Griffin War Wing hovered above in the middle of the city. Zaza turned towards Reagle. “Don’t run.” Her spear was already levied against him. “Are so quick to doubt by word? I told you I would go with you to capital didn’t I?” said Reagle pecking Zaza lightly on the cheek. “…” Zaza blushed. Reagle looked at the ships. Reagle pulled out a telescope from his saddlebags. Nokimbe had joined them atop the dune. “Where’d you get that?” asked Nokimbe looking at the tube that Reagle peered his eyes through. “The dead scout.” said Reagle. “Check out this technology.” said Reagle letting Zaza look through the scope. Zaza’s eyes were wide as she saw the image of the Griffin ships magnified. “Those ships belong to the Ironclaw Clan, my cousin is looking for me. I won’t be running of flying away to those ships.” said Reagle. “Ibaristan is part of the Ibex Empire aren’t they neutral? Why are the Griffins there?” questioned Nokimbe. “Officially they are however even they realize that should we fall they will be next. Secretly they support our side.” said Zaza. Reagle smirked. “They support our side too. They tell us how the greedy Zebras are muscling in on their grazing territory.” “Really? Those two faced horned jerks. What have they done?” asked Nokimbe. “They give information on Zebra troop concentrations sometimes.” said Reagle. Zaza looked worriedly. “Most likely token gestures to hide their allegiance to us. I hope we can trust our contact.” “We can trust the contact that is without a doubt. Believe me.” said Nokimbe staring sternly back at Reagle and Zaza’s questioning stares. Zaza turned to Reagle. “We shall have to find you a disguise.” “I have this bed sheet.” said Nokimbe pulling a brown blanket. “I have bandages.” smiled Zaza as they approached Reagle with the objects. “Wait, a moment now!” said Reagle. Two squads of gray armored Griffins stood at the city entrance. They inspected each person that entered. Ibexes with horns were the majority of the people entering. The Ibexes they let through however Zebras were stopped. It came their turn. “Why do you carry spears?” asked a Griffin soldier. “The Ibexes do. The savannah is dangerous. Lions prowl.” said Nokimbe. The Griffin nodded. “You there stop lift that cloak.” a Griffin soldier commanded with a lance. Zaza and Nokimbe walked beside a bandaged cloaked figure. “You wouldn’t want to. He has the lepers’ disease.” said Zaza. “It’s highly contagious. Your feathers might fall out.” said Nokimbe. The guards jumped back. “We’re taking him to the city’s healers, he should be fine afterwards.” said Zaza. “Be on your way!” shouted the Griffin. They shuffled past checkpoint quickly. “Leprosy isn’t contagious.” whispered Reagle. “Indeed, however most folk don’t know otherwise.” said Zaza. Dori and Ironbeak were accompanied by a squad of red cloaked bodyguards. Several Griffin workers wheeled around a crate with holes. “This city is large.” said Ironbeak. Dori nodded sarcastically with irritation. “Also the sky is blue.” Ironbeak ignoring her continued. “How will find them in this city?” The lip ends of Dori’s beak curled into a smile. “Bring forth the special slave!” “Special slave?” asked Ironbeak. “Yes, from the Diamond Mines of Jara. My House Bloodtalon took rights of it and found pesky inhabitants. Father wanted them eradicated. I put them to good use.” said Dori. The Griffin workers took pry bars and opened the crate. Inside was a large Diamond Dog huddled fearfully in corner. The Diamond Dog was thinned from starvation. A slave collar hung around its neck. Workers pulled on the chains attached to the collar and the Dog was lead out of the box. “Grahh, what does mistress want?” rasped the Dog. “Pet, you may eat today-” Dori clicked her claws. A Griffin worker brought a slab of meat attached to a stick. The Diamond Dog nodded gleefully. “Yes mistress feed me!” “If!” Dori clicked her claws again. The worker took away the slab of meat and Griffins workers pulled the chains of the Dog back to stop the Dog from chasing after it. Diamond Dog sat down obediently and spoke in low growl. “Anything… the mistress bids.” Dori produced a white and gold handkerchief from her pouch. “Find for us owner of this scent and you may eat today.” She waved the cloth in the nose of the Dog. “As you command.” said the Dog. “How do you have Reagle’s handkerchief?” asked Ironbeak. They walked closely along the buildings as did other civilians. The city was impressive as sand built dwellings reached several stories high. Griffin soldiers with red cloaks strolled proudly marching. With every step, there was a clacking sound from their pouches. “Those funny lookin’ birds with those red cloaks, why do they walk lopsided?” asked Nokimbe. “Hawkers, grenadiers. They carry many bombs. They are elite troops.” said Reagle through his face bandages. “Why deploy them for a simple search?” asked Nokimbe “Because they only want to destroy.” said Zaza. Ibexes brayed as they galloped away. A furry blur crashed through a crowd around the corner. Two Griffin workers barely held onto the chains on its slave collar. “There is your target! Feed me!” cried the Diamond Dog pointing with its claws. “Later!” shouted Dori rushing from behind the Dog. “Run!” cried Zaza tugging Reagle away. Dori fired a crossbow at Reagle. The shot killed an innocent Ibex mare. The child screamed crying. “You winged devils!” cried an Ibex shoving his horns into the chest of a Griffin soldier. More Ibexes charged at the Griffins. Several of the Hawkers were killed as the crowd turned violent. Dori reloaded her crossbow. She hovered above the crowd trying to get a shot. “This crowd is in the way! Use your grenades!” she shouted at the Hawkers. “No, don’t!” cried Ironbeak. The confused Hawkers bit their beaks as they flew backwards. Dori flew next to a Hawker and grabbed several grenades from the soldier’s pouch. She lit them with her claw flints and threw them in front of the crowd. The crowd dispersed as the grenades exploded. “Graah! After them!” shouted Dori. They ran through the streets scrambling past panicked Ibexes. Reagle was almost gored several times by the horns of the Ibex stampeded. They heard explosions behind them. “They opened fire on innocents?!” cried Nokimbe running alongside Reagle. “That was Dori, Ironbeak’s lieutenant.” said Reagle. “You know her!” said Zaza. “Yes, and there were many reasons I dumped her.” said Reagle running faster. “You have terrible taste in the opposite sex!” cried Zaza. “Yes, that also!” said Reagle his heart pounding furiously. They turned into an alleyway. There was a single door at the end. Nokimbe smashed into it. Nokimbe fell back as the door remained. “Crocodile shit, it’s reinforced!” Reagle caught his breath while Nokimbe and Zaza were still had theirs. “We wove through the crowds and made a many turns. There’s no way they could follow us.” Reagle breathed heavily falling to the ground in exhaustion. Zaza affixed her spear. “I am not so sure of that.” Around the corner poked a sniffing black nose. The Diamond Dog spoke. “There they are! Feed me!” “Later!” shouted Dori rushing past the Dog. Nokimbe continued pounding at the door. Dori and Ironbeak faced Reagle and Zaza. “Give up!” shouted Ironbeak to Reagle who was still exhausted on the ground. “No need. We’ll execute them here.” Dori cackled. Dori with a flick of her claws directed two Hawker soldiers. “Kill them!” Zaza had tilted her head back exposing her neck. “Look she’s offering us her head!” smirked a Hawker. The Hawkers drew their swords and sprang at Zaza. Zaza snapped her head back forward. Her eyes gleamed with murderous intent. Zaza swiped her spear severing the throat of the first Hawker. She stabbed the second through the eye. Two bodies dropped to the ground in a blink. They skidded in front of Reagle. Ironbeak panicked. “It’s that unstoppable Zerker! We have to run!” “You run along and get reinforcements.” said Dori directing Ironbeak with a claw. “I want to play.” Dori’s mouth grinned. Ironbeak nodded and scurried off. “You should listen to your coward companion, I am indeed a Zerker.” said Zaza. Dori matched Zaza’s gaze. “A Zerker huh? I thought all you were killed?” she drew her blade with her claw. “If you know what you face, then flee.” said Zaza. Dori cackled. “Who is it that you think killed all your brothers!?” She lunged with a her sword. Zaza evaded the strike. She noticed the tan coloration of the Dori’s coat. A memory flashed in her head. “Tan Griffin, it was you! You killed Assegai!” She gasped in realization. Zaza’s lapse in focus allowed Dori to nick her ear. “I killed many more than that! I killed the legendary Zulu Zakar! He wore a helmet with a blue frill!” Dori smiled. Zaza face contorted with rage. “You killed my brother??!!!”Zaza shouted as she charged. “Your brothers pissed themselves as I killed them! They were all cowards!” Dori flew upwards avoiding Zaza’s attack. She cooed to herself. “Come on lose your cool.” Zaza instead stopped. She tilted her head back again. “Death becomes you!” she spoke eagerly snapping again. Zaza’s eyes had become intense and her legs coiled like springs. Zaza had jumped onto the right wall. With great finesse she jumped on the next wall and next each time gaining altitude. Zaza met Dori in the air with a spear swipe. Dori’s eyes lost their edge. “Holy hell!” said Dori blocking the strike with her sword. Zaza pushed Dori down. Before colliding Dori beat her wings and pulled back. Zaza landed with on her legs. Dori brushed herself off and assumed a battle stance. She stood up on her hind legs. “Come on! Is that all you got?!” said Dori goading. “I’ll make you dead!” said Zaza preparing a charge. Dori smiled with her second claw hidden behind her back. Meanwhile Reagle grabbed black balls and other objects from the bags from the dead Hawkers. He found a gladius sword amongst the dead. Spinning the blade twice in his claws he got a feel for its weight. Nokimbe finally broke through the door in a shower of splinters. “Come on! Go! Zaza can handle it!” cried Nokimbe trying to tugging at Reagle’s bed sheet robe. In flashed Reagle discarded his bed sheet cloak in Nokimbe’s mouth. Reagle bounded towards them. The world slowed to a near still. Before Zaza’s spear could impale Dori in the heart or the Griffin could kill Zaza with her hidden dagger, Reagle shoved Zaza aside. Zaza in full sprint crashed into some garbage cans. Reagle parried Dori’s main sword with his. He held off her hidden dagger with his left foreleg. The long slender blade dug into his flesh. The bandages fell from Reagle’s face. “Reagle?” smiled Dori with a murderous grin. “Dori.” spat Reagle. He head-butted Dori and kicked her backwards. “Here I come!” Nokimbe charged with his own spear. He was stopped from reaching Dori when a crossbow bolt landed near him sending him back. Ironbeak had in his claws a crossbow. He was already loading his second bolt. “You idiot what are doing back here?! I told you to get reinforcements!” Dori bit back. “You trusted me with your back! Dori I love you!” said Ironbeak sobbing in fear. “We must retreat!” said Nokimbe said to Reagle and Zaza. Reagle held out some claw flints he rubbed them together and sparked them. “Hey cousin’s let’s go bowling!” Reagle threw a black sphere at Ironbeak. “Damn it!” Dori jumped and kicked the ball upwards. The grenade exploded turning the sand compacted buildings into sand once more. The smokescreen shrouded them all. Dori and Ironbeak coughed out sand. “We’ve lost them! We shall have to reacquire the trail. Workers, where is that bloody Dog slave?” Dori screeched. From behind them steam came from heavy breathing. A creature with bloodied claws and teeth spoke. It was flanked by two dead Griffin workers. “This for my people you have enslaved and made massacre of!” The creature lunged. “Ungrateful mongrel!” Dori swung around stabbed the Diamond Dog in the eye. However with a swipe of its mighty claws she was slashed across the chest. The Dog smiled its bloody grin as it slumped back. “Dori!” cried Ironbeak. Zaza helped Reagle limp along as his left foreleg bled. They walked through deserted streets now patrolled only by Griffins. “Why did you stop me from slaying that damned Griffin. I had her.” Zaza asked angrily. “Your attack left you open.” scolded Reagle. “I know. It is the last Zerker teaching. The ultimate attack is one that cares not for the fate of its user.” said Zaza. “I didn’t want you to die then for nothing.” said Reagle. “I would have avenged my brother.” Zaza said angrily. “She was lying, she couldn’t have killed your brother.” said Reagle softly. “No, she couldn’t have lied. She knew something that only I knew.” said Zaza. “Let’s talk another time. We have to find our contact.” said Nokimbe urgently. They stopped in front of a building that had a sign that read ‘The Fightin’gale.’ They entered the shady bar. Ibexes, Zebras, ponies and even some Water Buffalo were gathered around gambling and drinking tables. Gazes turned towards the bandaged and robed Reagle however they quickly turned away. Many of the patrons had bandages themselves and weapons by their chairs. “Mercenaries. Lances for loan.” said Reagle. “Indeed, these warriors have fought across the whole continent.” said Nokimbe. “How will we know our contact?” asked Zaza to Nokimbe. “Where is this Zebra fellow?” asked Reagle whispering. “She’s an Ibex.” said Nokimbe staring at the stage. A slender formed Ibex sung on stage. She wore a lovely lace dress that accentuated yet hid her hind legs. She strolled across the wooden platform with poise and was mindful of keep her left side facing the audience. The wailing whine of wooden string instruments accompanied her performance. Her voice flowed like sweet syrup, a medicine for the mind. “What when dreams and schemes cannot sate?” “When your heart is filled with anger and hate,” “Come to me with your troubles I shall make it right.” “Set your spears and fears aside just for tonight give up the fight.” The song became quiet and the patrons looked to their drinks. Suddenly the song picked up. The Ibex ripped off her dress dramatically revealing battle scars and scratches on her flank. Smiling she turned her head and faced the audience revealing an eyepatch on her right. The audience began whooping. She grabbed a spear and swung it with skill. “For tomorrow come the battle cry and the horn’s blast!” “Broken shields and spears, you still go on!” “For gory glory you all die fighting to the last!” “Brave warriors, march on! For you are strong!” The Ibex lifted her weapon and shook it. Many of the patrons lifted their weapons and did the same. In the celebration even a crossbow bolt was ejaculated accidentally into the ceiling. “Warriors, my brothers and my lovers, thank you and good night.” The Ibex waved a hoof bowing she exited the stage. The patrons of the bar were still tapping and clapping their hooves when she left. Nokimbe showed a notched coin piece that he pulled from his bag. A large Water Buffallo guard nodded and they were permitted backstage. Backstage the one eye battle scarred Ibex greeted them. Her scars only seemed to enhance her presence. “Nokimbe you old smuggler!” said the Ibex in a friendly tone. “Isara, a pleasure as always though I won’t be here for that… This is my Commander, Zaza. I’m on a mission now. I have taken up the cause again.” said Nokimbe. “A glad welcome I am Isara.” the Ibex bowed her head mindful of her horns. “Indeed.” Zaza nodded politely. Reagle pulled back his hood and face bandages. “Mi lady, I am Reagle.” Reagle took the hoof of Isara and kissed it. “Hey!” said Zaza shooting Reagle an angry look. The Ibex laughed. “So, a devil bird accompanies you.” “Yes for some reason he’s agreed to go with us to capital.” smiled Nokimbe. “A reason indeed.” said Isara staring at Zaza. She licked her lips. “Mind your eyes.” Zaza recoiled. “Follow, I own this water hole I shall find you rooms and we can discuss plans after you’re rested.” said Isara. Reagle sat in his own room. He nursed his wounded foreleg by lantern light. Isara had given him a roll of new bandages. Reagle painfully bit his beak as he undid his crudely done battle bandages. He was surprised when Zaza entered. Zaza approached meekly unlike her usual self. “You are injured.” “It’s no big deal.” said Reagle. “It is if improperly treated.” said Zaza pulled a bottle from her saddle bag. Using her tongue she unscrewed the cap. “That’s quite dexterous tongue you have.” Reagle said mischievously. “This will hurt but it is to heal.” Zaza poured the liquid of the bottle onto Reagle’s wound. “Ah!” cried Reagle pulling his foreleg back. Reagle guffawed in astonishment however as he noticed his wound had closed. “What is this stuff?” “A secret brew. I am among the last holders of its recipe.” Zaza lifted her head proudly. Reagle flex his mended foreleg. He felt pain jolt back up his limb. “Stop that! All things in time!” Zaza scolded. “Still, this could save lives on the battlefield. It’s miraculous. I never thought-” said Reagle. Zaza cocked an eyebrow. “You never thought our people had something so advanced?” “I’m sorry.” said Reagle. “We feel the same about your airships. How could these bird brains think of something so wondrous?” said Zaza smiling. “If you like, I could take you flying on one, sometime. Or maybe I could carry you.” said Reagle. Zaza laughed. “I like the ground fine.” In the small room silence came as Zaza and Reagle met eyes. “Prince Reagle, even if it was against my wishes you have saved my life. Thank you.” said Zaza. “You should value your life more.” said Reagle. “It is not the Zerker way.” said Zaza. “Make your own way.” said Reagle. The Zebra darted forward kissing the Griffin. Zaza pushed Reagle onto the bed. “Ack an ambush, I am unprepared.” Reagle chirped. “Oft is said love is war, I am surprised that metaphor is now more real, my noble adversary.” said Zaza looking over Reagle. “Shall we resume our battle?” Reagle smirked. “Be careful, I may lose control and kill you in the throes of passion.” smiled Zaza. “I can’t object to dying like that.” said Reagle. Zaza chuckled. “My hot blood hungers for yours!”
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Chapter 1 The Whirlwind PrinceThe sun baked the yellowed grass of the plains. The grass is trampled underhoof of a marching army. At first they appeared like regular ponies however their coats were touched by bands of light and darkness. The striped Zebras assembling pieces together by ropes and pulleys finished erecting the last of their war machines. They were lead one of their own donned in golden armor that glistened in the sun. She turned toward her army. “Those walls are not to repel us but to trap our brothers and sisters therein! Tear down the symbol of people's oppression! Liberation!” With a wave of her hoof, the arms of a hundred catapults swung into action. A city is under siege. Griffin troops ran along the walls. Black spheres pelted at the walls. As the orbs sunk into the earthen works they exploded blasting apart the walls and the Griffins that attended them. Shrill shrieks and caws could be heard as the hybrid birds died. The Griffins that survived the barrage retaliated with meager cannonade and crossbow fire. At the highest keep of the city palace fortress the desperate situation is surveyed. “Commander Ironbeak, the city is lost we must evacuate before we are overrun!” cried a tan feathered female Griffin officer. A brown feathered Griffin with a dark head and silver cape spoke. “No! It will not be known that it was here, and under my command that the Griffin Kingdoms' advance was thwarted. I will not lose to savages!” Above soaring through the skies were two great metal ships. Emblazon on each of their hulls was the sigil of the Griffin Kingdoms, a golden hawk wreathed in a dark circle of feathers. One of the airships docks upon the top tower of the city’s battlements. The second ship circled covering the first. A white headed and brown feathered Griffin with a flowing red cape walked down the boarding ramp. Ironbeak exhaled in relief. “Thank Odin, you've arrived. Prince Reagle the savages encroach! Have you brought only two War Wings?” “Cousin Ironbeak, why have the Zebras have come so far? You were supposed to hold them outside the city not hide behind the city walls.” Reagle looked downwards at his cousin. Ironbeak shuffled touching his claws nervously. “Prince Reagle, we were up against Zebra Zerkers. They feel no pain in combat.” Reagle looked through a spyglass provided for by an attendant. He saw the Zebra war works and catapults. He noticed the line of infantry had red banners but were not assembled in formation. Reagle looked to see that a group of Zebras scattered from a single stray cannon shot. “Cousin, you've been had.” Reagle chuckled. “These aren't the Infamous Zebra Zerkers. Their battle lines aren't organized. Nor do real Zerkers scatter from cannon fire.” Ironbeak scratched his beak in embarrassment. “Come cousin, we have a battle to win!” said Reagle jubilantly. Zebras galloped away as bombs exploded in front of them. The shadow of the two griffin War Wings darkened the ground. Smaller war balloons followed after. Zebras engineers tried to take apart their most forward catapults however abandoned the effort when the shadows of the War Wings were cast upon them. The wooden catapults were blown apart in splinters. A Zebra mare in golden armor shouted motioning with her hooves. “Withdraw, we live to fight another day!” She spat angrily as she stared upwards at the sky and the airship. “We almost had them…” Overhead aboard the bridge of Reagle's War Wing, the scattering Zebra troops are observed as tiny dots on the land. “Haha cowards they're running. We've won!” chirped Ironbeak. Reagle was far more reserved. “They use hit and run tactics. They've done their damage. Their Commander is smart.” Reagle pointed to some Zebras disassembling a catapult. The Zebras carried between the large wooden parts. “You see their siege weapons are portable.” Ironbeak sneered. “So we just let them go?!” “No, not this day.” smiled Reagle. As the Zebras retreated towards the horizon, clouds dispersed from which four more War Wings emerged. The Zebra infantry stopped as they gaped at their change in fortune. The War Wings spread out and formed a wall of fire as they bombed the sand and soil. A Zebra lieutenant with an eyepatch trotted to his Commander. “We're surrounded. We cannot escape. What shall we do?” Another Zebra warrior spoke up. “We fight to death like the brave Zulu Zakar!” “We are with you, Commander!” cried shouts in the ranks. “Liberation or death!” shouted a voice. “Give the order!” screamed another. The Commander in golden armor, her voice quivering she spoke to her expectant soldiers. “I cannot ask you to or bear to see more of people die. My orders stand! The enemy has us, this will not be a fight but a slaughter if we resist them now. Live to fight another day. We will surrender.” “How is this possible?” asked Ironbeak. “Lazy, you've come to rely too much on our unnatural advantages and have forgotten we can manipulate the clouds. It's in the classic war manuals.” said Reagle proudly. “I thought you only had two War wings personal command. Where did you muster the others?” asked Ironbeak. “Oh those belong to my father.” said Reagle proudly. “King Hawkmor is here!?” cried Ironbeak aghast. Two War Wings dock, stepping across the boarding bridge was a large Griffin of extreme height. As he entered the other War Wing, Prince Reagle and Ironbeak bowed. “Reagle!” said the large Griffin hugging heartily his smaller son. His claws were massive. “Father!” chirped Reagle warmly as he squirmed under the choking hug. King Hawkmor released Reagle. “A splendid victory son, using clouds to hide our ship! I almost wanted to be on the ground see the look on those Zerkers' faces.” exclaimed. “Cousin Ironbeak was mistaken, those weren't the famous Zerkers that defeated Lord Helmsford.” said Reagle modestly. “Don't be so humble son. We've captured so many of them without so much as a feather ruffled! We must party to celebrate!” chuckled King Hawkmor. King Hawkmor then turned to Ironbeak with a grimace. “You however will not be joining the celebrations. Letting the enemy come so close, and set up siege no less!” Hawkmor poked a claw at Ironbeak's head. Ironbeak bowed. “Forgive me, my liege.” “It wasn't all his fault, he thought he was up against Zerkers.” said Reagle in defense of his cousin. Hawkmor relented. “Alright then, Ironbeak you will permitted to join the festivities-” Ironbeak looked upwards. “-as a drinks server! Hohohohoho!” Hawkmor laughed. The herd of Zebras were surrounded by Griffin soldiers with crossbows. A War Wing above them had bomb bay doors as insurance. “Drop your weapons! Surrender without resistance or be destroyed!” shouted a Griffin officer with tan feather colors. The Zebra infantry dropped their spears to the ground, even those spears with white flags tied to them. “Now, bring forth the Commander of your rabble!” shouted the Griffin officer directing with her crossbow. The Zebra Commander was about to stand up before she was pushed down and hidden by a squad of her own soldiers. “Please Commander you mustn't reveal yourself. Give me your armor. You must live.” said the zebra with the eyepatch. “Assegai? They'll execute you.” the Commander recoiled at the request. “We have contacts and converts in the city, but they'll be of no help if you are identified.” said Assegai. “Do you all accept me abandoning you?” said the Commander her voice in a pain toned. The Zebras that shielded her nodded. “We shall for now accept our slavery and Griffin claw with docile décor, so that the day you return we might rise in rebellion.” spoke one Zebra smiling. “I understand, our original mission is of greater importance.” said the Commander. “Hurry Commander.” said Assegai offering the Commander a common infantry helm. The Zebra mare slipped off her golden armor. The Griffin officer tapped her crossbow impatiently. “If the Commander does not step forward, we will execute you all.” Assegai stepped forward in the golden armor. “I am the Commander.” said Assegai. “Good.” Griffin officer smirked. “Kill him!” “I die free!” cried Assegai as crossbow bolts buffeted him. “Assegai!” cried the Zebra mare. She was pulled by her own soldiers as tears streamed from her eyes. In the palace grounds of the city Griffin dignitaries and nobles chatted as they engorged themselves on appetizers. Zebra servants walked the halls catering to the event. Reagle opened a side window on the grand hall. He looked about and sighed when it seemed safe. Stepping in, his entrance into the banquet hall was not unnoticed. “There he is, Reagle, The Whirlwind Prince!” the shrill cries of a dozen female Griffins greeted the young prince with their wings popped out. Reagle was instantly swarmed by the bundles of feathers. “Prince Reagle, tell us of your conquest of those savages?!” chirped a white feather female Griffin. “Was the battle bloody?!” asked a tan Griffin with dark head feathers. “Can I touch your wings?!” cried another grey Griffin female. “Please ladies!” said Reagle backing away slowly. A single Griffin shoved all others aside with a sweep of her wings. “Back away! He's mine!” like Reagle the female griffin was an idealized version her race with a white head and brown feathered body. “Gilda!” Reagle cried as he was tugged away by her strong claws. Reagle was lead by Gilda to a drinks fountain. Gilda coughed gesturing with her eyes to some glasses. Reagle nodded and took a bottle pouring drinks for the both of them. “So I heard what you did up there, not bad.” said Gilda. “Yeah, Gilda. It was nothing.” said Reagle rubbing his head in embarrassment. “You should be at the helm. You'd end this war in ten second flat.” smirked Gilda. “Hey, dad's not bad.” said Reagle. “Be more ambitious.” said Gilda. Reagle brow raised upwards. “Are suggesting that I-” “Hey no one's suggesting anything. I'm just saying I'd like to be Queen before my feathers start falling out.” said Gilda. “I'm not doing that.” said Reagle sternly. Gilda noticed Reagle's rigid stance. “Hey lighten up. I was joking. That's why I like you Mr. loyal and Cool.” said Gilda. Reagle relaxed a bit. “Dad's going to cover the war front for a while…Gilda, I was wondering whether we could spend some time together.” “I'm going overseas to visit an old friend from my exchange student days.” said Gilda folding her claws. “I thought we could hang out.” said Reagle softly. “We will, dude. We got the rest of our lives for that.” sighed Gilda with a minor twinge of exasperation. “I guess I'll be seeing you then.” said Reagle touching his claws nervously. Gilda pulled Reagle close by the neck scruff feathers. “Don't dare cheat on me or I'll clip your wings!” said Gilda poking Reagle in the chest with her claws. Gilda pecked Reagle with a forceful kiss before shoving him backwards. Gilda stormed off with a satisfied smile. “I wouldn't dream of it!” smiled Reagle. Reagle walked about the party grounds trying to hide behind food and ice sculptures. He looked to where his father was. King Hawkmor was surrounded by dignitaries that feigned laughter at the King's antics and jokes. Zebra servers walked about with drink trays. Reagle frowned when he saw the chains on the Zebras' legs. Hiding out behind an ice sculpture of his father he noticed a drinks tray dangling in front of him. Reagle grabbed a drink from a tray then noticed that his server was a Griffin. “Cousin!” chirped Reagle. “Reagle!” Ironbeak jumped up spilling the drinks tray on himself. The clattering tray and shattering glass attracted everyone's attention. Nobles were giggling behind cuffed claws. Ironbeak sat in shame. Ironbeak spoke. “You bird brain! I didn't want to be noticed!” Ironbeak's feathers were soaked. The center of ridicule, Ironbeak hid his face behind his claws. The laughing stopped when Reagle grabbed a drinks tray from a Zebra servant. He took the glasses one by one and splashed them on himself. The room became silent. “Refreshing!” shouted Reagle proudly. A female Griffin noble spilled her own drink on her person followed by several others. “Sorry, cousin. Father's sense of humor can go overboard sometimes. Here let me help you.” said Reagle offering claw and helping Ironbeak up. Ironbeak scratched his beak and blinked his eyes in astonishment. “Come let's get cleaned up.” said Reagle. Outside in the garden, a Zebra servant sprayed Reagle and Ironbeak with a hose. The water washed away the drinks from their bodies. Reagle laughed as he was sprayed. Ironbeak spoke. “Reagle why'd you do that?” “They'd like to laugh at you but they wouldn't dare laugh at me.” Reagle smiled. “No I mean… why?” asked Ironbeak. “Hey we're all one nest here. You're family, cousin.” said Reagle tapping Ironbeak's side with his claw. “Thank you, Reagle.” said Ironbeak unable to look Reagle in the eyes. Walking away from the party, Reagle flew about in order to further dry his body. His wings were waterproof but not so much the rest of his Griffin body. He yawned as he landed on one of the palace balconies. Walking to his room, he found a Zebra servant waiting for him. “Hey, I didn't order room service.” said Reagle. “Prince Reagle, a gift from Ironbeak, his compliments for the defense of the city.” the Zebra servant opened the door. Reagle stepped in. Sitting on the bed on Reagle's room was a Zebra mare. Wrapped around her chest was a big bow like a present. Reagle blushed however he looked sadly at the manacles on her forelegs. The Zebra servant tossed Reagle a key. “Enjoy.” smirked the Zebra servant walking off. Reagle stood in the moonlit room staring at the Zebra half bathed in shadow and her own stripes. Reagle rubbed his forehead. “Very tasteful cousin.” “I'm all yours, My Prince.” said the Zebra mare turning and allowing Reagle to see her back. “No thank you.” said Reagle. “What?” said the Zebra mare. She tried once more in more seductive tone. “I hear you like conquering Zebra lands. How about conquering me?” She batted her eyes. Reagle's wings stood up but he walked backwards. “Umm, no.” “Do you prefer males?” The Zebra mare flicked her tail in slight frustration. Reagle gulped then composed himself by adjusting his cape collar. “No it's not that.” The Zebra mare mumbled to herself. “The reports said he positively lecherous.” The Zebra redoubled her efforts. She flicked her tail and spoke demurely. “I live to serve, anything you desire.” Reagle scratched his head feathers. Walking close he noticed puffy under eye bags of the Zebra mare. There was a tiny glint on her cheeks of recent moisture. “Have you been crying?” said Reagle tenderly. The Zebra mare recoiled at Reagle's observation. “I…” said the Zebra mare gasping. “Did they hurt you and force you to do this?! You can tell me.” said Reagle sternly. The Zebra turned her body towards Reagle. “Don't you Griffins wish to make slaves of us all? Is that not why you advance your forces into our land?” “I don't believe in the institution of slavery. It's not right.” said Reagle angrily gripping his claws. “I'm sorry for what they have done to you. I'll see justice done to them.” said Reagle bowing. Reagle grabbed the key in his claws. “Look I'm going to set you free. Please hold still.” kindly Reagle approaching the Zebra mare. As he got closer too late did he notice her shackles were never locked. She drew a knife hidden by the bowtie and pounced. Reagle assumed a battle stance and grabbed her forelegs by his claws. She smiled with the dagger in her mouth. Muscles rippled behind the Zebra's coat, she forced Reagle unto the ground. “You're strong!” remarked Reagle with the knife nearly to his throat. “You're weak.” grinned the Zebra mare. “Is that so?!” Reagle propped his wings on the floor and with that pushed the Zebra off of him. Reagle smirked drawing a dagger hidden in a holster that was underneath his wings. “So the Zebra Tribal Confederation sends an assassin, which tribe?” asked Reagle. “I owe you no answer.” said the Zebra lunging. Reagle readied himself however the Zebra slammed him against the wall. His free claw as pinned by a powerful hoof. Reagle looked to see his bodkin embed into the Zebra mare's leg. “You sacrifice a limb to take my life?” said Reagle choking with the Zebra's dagger held to his throat. “Don't struggle.” said the Zebra. “You underestimate pain!” Reagle made a twisting motion with his dagger. The Zebra snorted unimpressed. “You underestimate me. Is that all?” said the Zebra staring Reagle down. “You don't feel any pain! A Zerker?!” Reagle gasped. His opponent had him. The zebra mare drew another object hidden by the bow strapped to her chest. It was a syringe. The needle was plunged into Reagle's neck. He felt woozy and the room began spinning as he was released onto the ground. “Zaza, are you done yet? The guards will not be drugged out for long.” said a voice. “It is done.” said the Zebra mare.