Dark Quest

Copyright © 1997 by
Richard
S. Tuttle

 All rights reserved.

All characters and events in this book are fictitious.

A
ny resemblance to persons living or dead is strictly coincidental.

Our story so far . . .

Alexander Tork, a fifteen-year-old lumberman, is thrust into a position of leading his village to safety before an advancing attack of Yaki, a fierce race of large fox-like creatures. His strength, courage, and leadership skills, soon draw him into the Red Swords of Targa, an elite military group, where his loyalty and skills mark him for rapid advancement. Along his path, he befriends Jenneva, a young orphaned girl destined to become one the world’s most powerful magicians, and Oscar Dalek, a poor border town boy destined to become the nation’s richest man. The three young Targan’s paths intertwine to save the Kingdom from an evil sorcerer and his huge host of goblins and Yaki.

In the end, Jenneva manages to use the Origin Scroll to banish Sarac, the evil sorcerer, into another Universe, while Alex, with the help of Oscar’s vast fortune, marshals the forces of the Red Swords to vanquish the goblin army.

At the beginning of The Dark Quest, Mordac, Sarac’s assistant, has spent two years trying to find the knowledge to bring his banished Master back home.

The word went out quietly, furtively, across the continent. The God of Magic would return! The God of Magic had sent his Word and his Disciple to give power to the Black Devils, the power that would enable them to bring their god to life. Pilgrimages had begun from the farthest reaches of Lanoir to the cold desolation of the Disputed Area. Thousands of Black Devils were leaving their towns and villages and heading for a session with the Disciple. When the moon was full the meeting would commence and the Disciple would deliver his instructions. Soon the world would be set right and the God of Magic would reign forever.

Dalgar was excited. Finally, things would be as they should have been. Had the Black Devils not been lax, the god would not have abandoned them. Now they were being given a second chance and he was not going to disappoint the god again. Dalgar was prepared to give his life for the return of the God of Magic and he knew the other Black Devils would as well. Soon now, the entire world would be under the power of the God of Magic. The great Disciple, Mordac, had said so.

Dalgar saw streams of men and women approaching the knoll where Mordac would speak. He pushed his way to the very front of the assembling crowd and settled his long, lanky frame on a small section of grass. He removed a purple ribbon from his sack and tied his long, black hair behind his head. The short young woman next to him was flexing her legs as if she had been in the same position for some time. She had beautiful long, flowing, auburn hair that complemented her pale skin. Dalgar offered her an apple from his sack. “I guess you’ve been here quite a while.”

The girl looked over at him. “Yes, three days now. I wanted to get a good spot but you seemed to have done as well by arriving today.” She took the apple and bit into it, surveying her neighbor. His bronze skin was not likely to mark him as Cordonian or even Targan. “You must be Sordoan. Was the trip difficult for you?”

“Yes, I’m Sordoan, and no, the trip was quite pleasant. I’m Dalgar from Dubar. It’s a small town on the outskirts of the Great Sordoan Desert. What about you?”

“I’m Aurora from Paso in Cordonia. The trip was difficult because we were warned to avoid the major roads and had to use forest trails. Still it was fun and quite an adventure. I passed right through the area where they said our god chose to leave this world. I hope the Disciple can really bring him back.”

“I don’t think the Disciple will bring him back. I think we must all bring him back. It’s supposed to be the reason for this meeting. We are to be given a second chance to please Sarac. If he is pleased he will return and guide us, if not we shall all perish. I wanted to be up front so that I can meet Mordac. I wish to be one of Mordac’s chosen. It is said that whomever does the most to bring about Sarac’s return will get to join his Inner Circle.”

“Very aggressive, Dalgar, but I thought that Sarac’s Inner Circle left with him.”

“That is true, Aurora, but I have heard that there will be room for new members to join. I will be one of them. You should consider this as well. To be one of Sarac’s Inner Circle is to be blessed beyond compare.”

“If that is so, there will be many that wish to join. What makes you think that you will be chosen, Dalgar?”

“Because, Aurora, I will do anything to accomplish my goal. Many around us are weak and only part-time believers. They wish to believe and be honored as long as they don’t have to do anything that might cause them grief. I have no such inhibitions. I am prepared to do what I must to join with Sarac.”

“As shall I, Dalgar. You will have competition in reaching the Inner Circle.”

“Perhaps, if your devotion is as strong as you pretend, but it does not have to be a competition. We can help each other gain in Mordac’s eyes. We may make a good team. Soon we shall see, for here comes Mordac now.”

Mordac strode up the hillside, his long, black robe fluttering in the breeze. His curly brown hair was no longer hidden by his black cap and he carried a large book. He stood at the top of the knoll and raised his free arm. The crowd quieted and everyone awaited Mordac’s words.

Mordac began. “Followers of Sarac, hear me now. I am Mordac, the Disciple of the great God of Magic. Sarac has spoken to me and he is angry. The Black Devils have failed him. They have failed in their faith and they have failed in their deeds. Two years ago he called upon the faithful and found them lacking. He decided to leave this world and give you time to reflect upon your faithlessness. That time for reflection has ended. Sarac must now choose whether to return and rule this world or destroy it and take his faithful few to another world.”

Mordac paused to survey the crowd. There was over a thousand Black Devils here, more than enough to accomplish his goal. If he could sway this crowd to his will, Mordac could bring Sarac back. “The time of waiting is over and the time of testing shall begin. For those of you who pass the test, eternal life and power are waiting. For those that fail the test, a slow lingering death will be your only reward. The pain of that death will last for hundreds of years and your cries for an end to it will be met with more pain. You will have one chance to redeem yourself. Are you ready for this time of testing?”

The crowd leapt to their feet and shouted acceptance of the challenge. Mordac allowed them to continue shouting and finally raised his free hand. When the crowd became quiet, Mordac continued. “You speak loudly, but this challenge will require more than words, it will require great deeds. Sarac has disclosed to me his requirements for returning to this world.”

Mordac raised the large book he was carrying into the air and held it up for all to see. “Sarac has told me that the answer to his return is in a book. He did not tell me which book contains the answer. How are we to find this answer? How are we to guarantee that Sarac is pleased enough to return to us?”

One man stood and shouted, “We must read. Everyone must read.”

Another stood and questioned, “How will we know when we have read the right book?”

Murmurs ran through the crowd as followers debated the solution to Mordac’s challenge. Dalgar pondered Mordac’s words and sought the solution that would bring attention to himself.

Dalgar grabbed Aurora’s hand and stood, bringing her to her feet. “We must own all of the books. We shall collect every book ever written and bring them here.”

Those around Dalgar laughed and shouted. They called him crazy and told him to sit down, but Mordac motioned for the boy to come to him. Dalgar led Aurora to Mordac. Mordac stared at the young man and his companion and then surveyed the crowd. He turned to Dalgar and loudly asked, “An admirable suggestion, but the owners of the books will not want to lose them. How do you plan to get all of these books?”

Dalgar turned to Mordac and said, “We will take them, and all who get in the way of Sarac’s return must die. We shall not allow fools to have books for their own pleasure, when we need them for Sarac’s return.”

“And are you two prepared to kill priests and kings to get these books?”

Aurora answered without hesitation. “Yes, Disciple, we are prepared. Sarac will return and we will have not let him down.”

Mordac laid his book on the ground and stood between the two Black Devils. He put a hand on each of their shoulders and addressed his audience. “This is the spirit that Sarac is looking for.”

An old woman in the audience stood and protested. “We cannot just go around killing priests. We will be hunted down and killed. The armies of all the nations will seek to eliminate us.”

Mordac turned and retrieved his book. “Well, young devotees, what is your answer to this woman’s questions?”

Dalgar looked at Aurora and smiled. Together they turned to face the old woman and each of them unleashed a fireball. The old woman disappeared in a burst of flame, her smoldering flesh all that remained of the objection. The people around the old woman scurried away from the devastation. Dalgar addressed the crowd. “We must not let anything stand in our way this time. This is our only chance to regain Sarac. Can any of you really refuse to do that which is necessary?”

Mordac smiled. These two will make a worthy addition to his staff. There were no further complaints from the crowd. “There is more to what Sarac has said. No Black Devil may owe allegiance to any country. We must cause strife between nations, pit country against country. In this manner we will allow each country to lessen its army strength by fighting with its neighbors.”

The young magicians’ demonstration had been perfect. Had Mordac flamed the old woman, there might have been grumbling. Now Mordac knew he had the crowd’s participation. “Well, we need to get started. Let us head to the castle below. Each Black Devil will be assigned a duty to perform. You must each issue an oath of allegiance before leaving. Any who try to leave without uttering the oath will be killed. Not one of you can be allowed to jeopardize the return of Sarac.” Mordac signaled for the two young magicians to follow him. “Come along. I have special plans for the two of you.”

Egam, the magician, stood in Oscar’s office admiring the paintings adorning the walls. He appreciated the artist’s skill in capturing landscapes and Cordonian life. Obviously, Oscar appreciated it, as well. “Well, Duke Dalek, you have a keen eye for art it seems.”

“Thank you, Egam, but please drop the formalities. Oscar is fine. We have no audience and I’d like to consider you a close friend. What brings you to the city of Dalek?”

“You are a friend, Oscar, and it is another friend who brings me here. I wish to journey to a certain island and visit a fine young woman whom you are acquainted with.”

“You want passage to Atar’s Cove, then. There is a ship leaving for Kantor tomorrow. In fact, I will be aboard myself. I have a strong desire to add to my art collection. It has been a long time since I’ve seen Jenneva. It must be two years since she received the last of the building materials for her home. I would love to spend some time with her. Why don’t you join me for a shopping trip to Kantor and we can both be let off at Atar’s Cove on the return voyage?”

“My trip will be one way, Oscar, but I would like a chance to see Kantor again. What is the name of the artist who has captured your fancy?”

“John Secor,” responded Oscar. “He’s a displaced Targan living in Kantor. His father moved there many years ago as an Ambassador or something and John chose to stay. He is the most talented artist I have seen, but I admit that his art is not the only thing about John that has captured my fancy. He has a most beautiful daughter that I wish to steal. I think Callie has done more for John’s sales than his abundant skill.”