Wayne Batson - The Rise of the Wrym Lord

T hunder rolled, heavy and abrupt, shaking the windowpanes of Aidans room. Aidan put down the scrolls he had been reading and got up to look out at the approaching storm. He could smell the rain in the air, but it hadnt actually started to fall. Aidan stood at the open window. A chill breeze swept in across his face and forearms. His skin tingled. The tiny hairs on his arms stood up.

The neighborhood lay in darkness. Few lights were on. Thats strange, Aidan thought. Its just nine oclock.

The whispering breeze swayed the pines in the front yard, but little else moved. The sky, thick with storm clouds, swelled and seemed to press down upon the shadowy houses.

Lightning flickered. In the brief blue flash, Aidan had seen eyes. He knew those eyes. Aidan blinked, and the eyes were gone. Thunder growled. The wind picked up. Aidan could not will himself to leave the window. Something is wrong, he thought.

Another flash bathed the neighborhood in intense blue light. For a moment a pale being appeared, just outside the window.

Captain Valithor? Aidan mouthed. Thunder cracked sharply and rolled away.

The next time the lightning came, the image of the Glimpse Captain appeared in more detail. He seemed to be standing by a smooth wall of stone. And, wait! There was another knight standing near a very familiar knight.

Another bright flash, and the image grew wider still, a spectral window opening so that Aidan could see another time in another world. And this time, the vision did not fade. Aidan knew the scene. He had lived it-just weeks earlier in The Realm where the Glimpse twins of all humanity dwell.

Aidan had been dubbed a knight in the service of King Eliam, noble ruler of Alleble. The scene had taken place before dawn. Aidan had found the Captain alone, staring out over the seventh fountain in the courtyard before the castle. That fountain was dry and had ceased to flow since it had been used to fulfill Paragors traitorous plan.

It was then that Captain Valithor had shown Aidan how Paragors rebellion failed-how he and his horde of traitors had been cast out of the kingdom in disgrace.

Lightning split the sky. The neighborhood faded, and suddenly, Aidan was there in The Realm again.

Captain, Ive seen Paragor.

What? The Sentinel looked up, his eyes narrowed, posture tensed. Where?

It was in a dream I had before I entered The Realm.

Tension melted from Captain Valithor. He sighed with relief. That is natural, Aidan. When you read the scrolls-it is bound to influence your dreams.

But it was a dream I had before I found the scrolls.

Captain Valithors eyes widened.

Aidan continued, I had the same horrible dream over and over again. I was in the ruins of a kingdom. I was captured, and Paragor told me to deny my King. I refused, and and he killed me.

Captain Valithor staggered backward and steadied himself on the wall of the fountain. Aidan, I

What is it? Aidan was alarmed.

The Captain swallowed. Then he mastered himself. Aidan, no matter what, tell no one else of this dream.

But, why?

No one! Do you understand? I must seek the Kings wisdom, for my own is found wanting in this. Remember, no one!

Aidans gut churned, and the hair stood up on the nape of his neck. I wont tell anyone, Captain, he whispered. I promise.

Thunder crashed. Aidan blinked until the disorientation passed. He was back in his room. The wind howled through the open window, and the rain began to fall in sheets. Aidan slammed the window shut and pulled the curtains. He looked at the scrolls on his bed and wondered: Why did Captain Valithor become so disturbed when he heard about my dream? Why didnt he want me to tell anyone else about it? Aidan went to his parents bedroom. He knocked once.

Come on in, Aidan, his mom said, and he entered. All ready for your first day at your new school? she asked, but then she stared at him. Aidan, are you all right? You look pale.

Yeah, Im okay, he replied. Wheres Dad?

Hes downstairs somewhere, I think, she said. She got out of bed and put her hand on his forehead.

Mom, Im fine.

She mussed the waves of his dark brown hair and smiled. I cant believe youre getting so much older. Getting tall. Youve lost those chubby cheeks you used to have. You look like your father when I met him-what with those bushy eyebrows and big ol puppy-dog brown eyes.

Oh, Mom, Aidan said, but he laughed and was pleased he was looking older. So Dads in the kitchen?

Im not sure, honey. He went down about an hour ago. Havent seen him since.

Thanks, Aidan replied. Quickly Aidan went downstairs to look for his dad. Aidan spied him through the French doors of what was now the study. It had been Grampins room. Aidan felt a tug at the pit of his stomach. Grampin had died the very day Aidan returned from The Realm, and Aidan still missed him terribly. Grampin had, after all, helped Aidan understand the message and answer the invitation in the mysterious scrolls Aidan had discovered in the basement.

Aidans father sat on the floor with an old photo album in his lap and stared at it so intensely that he didnt even notice his son standing there. Aidan sighed. Hed talk to his dad later.

He went to the kitchen, poured himself a soda, and looked around as if to say, Now what? Thunder rolled softly in the distance. Aidan glanced at the clock. He didnt feel a bit sleepy. After this latest vision, he doubted very much that he could sleep anyway.

I know! Aidan stood up; he grabbed his drink and headed to the basement.

W hen he needed to think, Aidan often went to the basement to work on his latest art project. And after his last vision, he needed to think plenty. He looked up at the canvas. I should have finished this days ago. But he hadnt finished it.

Aidan frowned and then squeezed the tube of red acrylic paint until a small crimson pool formed in the bottom of his cup. Too much red, he thought. Just a drop would have been enough for the eyes.

He daubed his fine brush in the paint, lifted it slowly to the canvas, and stopped. I dont want his eyes to be red. I want them to be blue! Aidan put the paintbrush down and rubbed his temples. How am I ever going to get Robby to understand, if I cant talk to him?

Aidan shook his head and absently scanned the basement. Funny, he thought. It all started down here with the scrolls. He looked over toward the alcove beneath the stairs, now crammed full of cardboard boxes he and his dad had moved to make room for Aidans art studio. Aidan shook his head and laughed quietly.

He glanced around the room at his finished paintings, all illuminated by the conical track lights he and his father had installed. The five paintings were a kind of visual history of Aidans adventures-the Castle of Alleble, Grimwalk, Falons Labyrinth, the Black Crescent, and the Glimpses of Paragor.

On the first canvas sprawled the Castle of Alleble and its vast courtyard, where Captain Valithor, the Sentinel and chief knight of Alleble, had trained an inexperienced and timid Aidan, turning him into a brave warrior and eventually a hero. Stir your stumps, Aidan, thou lumpish tardy-gaited puttock!! Aidan grinned, remembering the tongue-lashings the Captain used to give him. It had scared Aidan half to death at first, but it really did toughen him up. Aidan had much to thank his Captain for.

Valithor had sacrificed his own mighty life for Aidan. It was a sacrifice that still hit home in many ways, for Captain Valithor was the Glimpse of Aidans grandfather. His death in The Realm had also meant Grampins death on earth. Aidan often wished that he could have spoken to Grampin one last time before he died. There was still so much more Aidan yearned to know about The Realm-and about the visions. Captain Valithor had seemed to know something had Grampin known it too?