Lives of Future-Past (The Chronicles of Max Gunnarsson Book 1) (28 page)

     Running back into the courtyard, Max saw Jennie looking up at where Johnson was on his balcony, her sword at the ready. The former Azul Military lieutenant had a wicked grin on his face, and shouted so loudly that practically everyone in the castle could hear his voice.
     “Hey bitch! I got a new friend!” pulling Liliana up by the hair for them to see.
     The little lycan girl had a look of utter panic on her tear-stained face, as Johnson dangled her over the balcony’s edge. He had tracked her scent, and waited until she was in a nearby access tunnel from which he snatched her.
     “Come and get her!” he yelled and then ran into the blackness of a door well, taking Liliana with him.
     “He wants us to follow him, Jennie.”
     “Duh. He’s toast,” she responded.
      The two lycans sprinted to the entrance of the main hall and bounded up stairs to the mezzanine level, where they tracked Johnson’s and Liliana’s scents, finding them in a corner, a stairwell to his back, with his oversized, dull sword up to the girl’s throat.
     “Drop your weapons! Surrender and come with me, Escalante. Do that and I’ll let the girl free.”
     “You aren’t gonna do that, Johnson. It’s not your style,” Jennie responded.
     Max stared the lieutenant down and calmly said, “Johnson, let the girl go and let’s work this out. I’m tired of fighting tonight. You’ve got some issues - a serious need for a dermatological appointment being one, but we have bigger things to deal with. There’s an alien fleet heading toward—”
     “Oh Ho! And you think I didn’t know that?” Johnson laughed maniacally with his head tilted back slightly, as he maintained his sword at poor Liliana’s throat. “My father has been in contact with them for years! They get Azul, we get Earth, and you all die. Pretty simple, really… now drop your weapons!”
     Reluctantly, Max and Jennie cautiously set their katanas on the mezzanine floor.
     “Now kick them away, and lose that glove thing too!”
     Jennie pulled the gauntlet off and tossed it over in Johnson’s direction, as they both kicked their swords off to the side.
     “Johnson, you fool,” said Max, “Vrol don’t share. They kill, consume and move on. Do you really think that they’ll leave Earth alone? You’re an idiot.”
     “An idiot? I think not. So here is what we’re going to do - you are going to fetch that old fool, Draagh whatshisname, and have him undo whatever it is he did to bring us to this shit hole. Then, we’re taking a trip back to Azul in your ship, where I’ll give it to my father and we’ll retrofit some old Exodus barges with SSCC hook drives. We’ve already amassed quite an impressive list of emigrants who are willing to return to Earth to start over again – this time with true leadership. I’ll tell you something else – if this insane place actually is the future, I’m gonna make sure it never happens. All of your wonderful friends will never be born.”
     “That’s not going to happen, Johnson,” Max said calmly.
     “Ok then, the girl dies. Was nice knowing ya. Well, no - not really.”
     Johnson started to back away into the stairwell, and made a feigned move to slice the girl’s head off with his broadsword, still intending to use her as a hostage - but he hadn’t noticed something significant. As he was yammering on about returning to Azul, Liliana had slowly pulled Jennie’s wand out of her pocket, and had it trained on his groin area. Further, Johnson had no idea who Liliana was, or what she was capable of – she was simply a hostage he could use in order to escape.
     “Kind sir,” the little lycan girl said sweetly, as she looked up into Johnson’s ugly face, “could I at least say good-bye to my friends?”
     “Huh?”
    
“Electrincantatio quassatio!
” screamed Liliana, her cantus only grazing, but still effectively frying Johnson’s scrotum.
     The vampire dropped his sword and screeched in agony while still maintaining a grip on the girl’s shirt, and then violently tossed her out into the air as a barrier between his opponents and his escape. Max leaped in Liliana’s direction, barely catching her before she hit the ground.

     Jennie growled and charged toward Johnson, who had already turned and attempted to flee up the stairwell, being slowed down considerably by his smoking ball sack. Grabbing him by the neck before he could get halfway up the stairs, she pulled him back, with the two tumbling down the stone stairs and onto the mezzanine floor. They viciously clawed and punched at each other, with Johnson using fighting skills he had obviously learned in the military. He was no slouch when it came to hand-to-hand combat, but he was missing something that Jennie possessed.
      Jennie was full of the most powerful emotion in the universe. She was fighting with love-driven conviction, not with hatred, as Johnson was doing. She felt wave after wave of energy course through her body, strengthening her resolve, and as she punched, kicked and clawed with Johnson imagery quickly flashed through her mind – meeting Draagh, Max, Krynos, Donus and Liliana – the stern, yet kindly face of her commanding officer who had sent her off to Old-Earth of the future, her lycan training, learning that she and Max were from the same country-state and had shared values, and brave Max – his awkward, smiling face, always willing to help - and their near-kiss. She felt love, and it gave her the strength to defeat her enemy.
     Leaping through the air and letting out a wailing scream, she dive-tackled Johnson, and after rolling three times straddled him and started tearing at his chest and face with her enhanced claws, while clamping herself onto his lower torso with her incredibly powerful legs. Chunks of rotting vampire flesh flew through the air, as he was being mercilessly overwhelmed and disassembled by the female lycan.
     Her eyes were lit like fire, as her animalistic instincts – those that lycans would train so hard to control - were unleashed in a full release of indomitable rage. Suddenly, she dug into his breast plate with the claws of both her hands, causing his face to melt into a look of absolute, final terror, as she ripped his ribcage open with a sickening cracking sound, exposing his heart and lungs. She quickly rammed her clawed hand into his pectoral cavity and tore out his beating heart while he still retained consciousness, and after looking at it momentarily, stuffed it into his mouth, completely dislocating his lower jaw in the process. Then, turning around she commanded, “Lili! Gauntlet! Now!”
     The little girl deftly picked up the gauntlet by her feet and tossed it to her best friend and protector, watching as Jennie quickly donned the impressive metal glove and then started to pound Johnson’s skull into the cold stone of the floor. She pummeled it over and over again, causing blood to spurt in all directions. As she increased the speed of her punches, her arm became a blur, the woman slamming the metal gauntlet’s fist into his face like an Old-Earth jackhammer. Automated nervous responses caused his to body jerk and spasm; his limbs flapping wildly about until nothing remained of his head but a puddle of pus, blood, bone shards and rotting gray matter.
     “Oh shit…  Jennie!” exclaimed the little girl. “That was so cool! We have the best girl’s club
ever
!”
     Liliana shot her fists in the air and yelped in delight. Lycan children were generally not timid when it came to scenes of gore, but Liliana took an almost unsettling pleasure in Jennie’s decimation of their enemy’s skull - but then again, the little girl had roasted his testicles, and was quite proud of her contribution.
     The victorious lycan let out a piercing howl, and then looked down on the absolute mess she had made.
     “And I let you win at billiards, asshole,” she said with a hateful glare at where his head used to be. Jennie then weakly looked back at her friends while morphing to her day form.
     “Yeah, Liliana. That was pretty… cool.”
     Collapsing into unconsciousness, Jennie fell over sideways, having completely depleted her reserves.
 

     Groggily opening her eyes, Jennie found she was lying down with her head resting on something comfortable, which ended up being Max’s lap. As her vision focused and cleared, she saw his smiling face looking down at her, and above him, Liliana, Draagh and a number of lycans, including Krynos and Donus, now all in their day forms. Krynos peered over and looked down at her, with a great, broad smile.
     “My sister! You awaken! I must say, I saw your great artistry in the mezzanine. Truly spectacular! I should want that you teach my troops how to deal such damage to a vampire!”

     Max just sat there, using his fingers to comb out her black locks, while looking at her with the most amazing visage, his head seeming to be surrounded by a halo of light – she thought he looked like an angel, and in a manner of speaking he truly was one.
     “You feeling ok, Jen?” asked Max, continuing to stroke her thick, beautiful mane.
     “Yeah, a bit weak, but ok. What happened?”
     “My dear, you passed out! Tanked! You depleted all of your resources while vaporizing the face of the arrogant fool who traveled to this world with us,” exclaimed Draagh as he puffed away on his pipe, which caused Donus and Krynos to wave their hands around in a vain attempt to dissipate the aromatic fragrances of his beloved herb.
     “But… is everyone alright?” She looked over a bit and saw Liliana, who was waiting to speak with her friend.
     “Oh Jennie, I am so glad that you shit the bad vampire!”
     Liliana then looked at Max with an expectant smile, waiting for approval on her sentence structure, to which he kindly replied, “Honey, as time goes on you’ll get the hang of it.”
     Jennie just managed a weak grin, knowing she had lost the battle to keep Liliana from swearing. Attempting to sit up, Max gave her a bit of help, and looking around, she saw dozens of lycans and a few remaining normals milling about, picking up vampire corpses and carting them off to be food for the guardians of the moat. Roy’s battle group had already departed from the castle grounds, quickly dispatching the vampire fugitives as they attempted to escape via the woods past the open plains to the north, being considerable slowed down by the rising sun. Various servants went by with plates of food, enabling the victors to replenish their reserves.
     Max held Jennie’s plate for her while she weakly nibbled on some venison.
     “Did… did we lose anyone? Is everyone safe?”
     “All are well, my dear girl,” stated Draagh, “except for Kangor getting shot with a palladium arrow, we suffered absolutely no lycan casualties. However, a number of normals lost their lives in defense of the castle.”
     “Yes, I shall visit with their families tomorrow and bring them tales of great feats and ultimate sorrow,” Krynos said while keeping his voice low.
     “And… all the vampires? Did I kill Johnson? Is… he dead?”
     “Oh yeah, Jennie, he’s definitely dead. Well, unless vampires can live without heads… or brains… or hearts,” said Max, “and we’re gonna spend the next two weeks just trying to clean the spot on the floor where you pounded him.”
     “No! We shall leave the stain, albeit without the stench of rotting flesh, as a reminder to any who enter this castle uninvited in the future. None shall invade and leave with their lives,” exclaimed Krynos, in a louder voice, and again smiling and looking around. He then barked out some orders to staffers who continued to clean up the corpses and piles of ash, while Donus raced off to coordinate the efforts.
     “My dear young lady,” said Draagh, “when we first met, I knew that you would be formidable, but I had absolutely no idea that you would partake in such wanton violence. Oh my, it was quite impressive. Quite impressive, indeed.”
     The old mage, being quite satisfied with his addition to the conversation, went back to puffing on his pipe, much to the chagrin of those close by.
     “Jennie,” said Max, “I’m just glad you’re safe. You really kicked some ass… and YOU, Liliana, you saved us all! I am really proud of you too!”
     Liliana blushed, her little pigtails bouncing as she rocked back and forth on her heels and toes while twiddling her thumbs behind her back.

     As Jennie was helped up to a standing position, she looked around to see that there really was no major damage to the castle – Vladros had arrived with the intent of murdering everyone there and leaving the structure intact for his own personal occupation, hence the lack of pyrotechnics or massive catapults hurling giant boulders at the walls.
His confident arrogance was truly his undoing.
     “Liliana, will you help me get Jennie to her quarters?” Max asked the young lycan girl.
     “Oh certainly, Max…. and Max?”
     “Yes?”
     “Would you like to join our girl’s club? It really is quite fun!”
     “Well, I think girls clubs are only for girls… aren’t they?”
     Jennie gently took Max’s arm and guided it around her lower back for support, as she put her arm up over his shoulder.
     “Max, I think Liliana and I could use another member. She's right - it really is fun. Ever zapped a cat before?”
(*21*)

     After having cleaned up and slept for a number of hours, Jennie awoke to see the sun near setting over the horizon as the moon waned. Relaxing in her plush bed she heard light snoring next to her, that coming from Liliana, whom she had let have a sleep over. She watched the amazing child and wondered why no one had ever claimed her. Brushing the girl’s bangs out of her face, she thought she would give her a bit of a haircut when she had the time. It made her sad that she would be leaving their world soon, but they had their own planet to protect.
    
Maybe I can visit again one day,
she thought as she slid out of bed and tried to figure out what she would wear for the party that night.
     Suddenly, an idea came to her, and she rushed to her wardrobe, pulling out the white leather battle outfit that Draagh had given her – the one that had started out as a ceremonial Azul military uniform, and then had been converted to a tango dress.
     Holding it to her face, she concentrated,
“Draagh, can you hear me? Hey, does this thing still work?”
    
“Jennie! What a pleasure to hear your voice. I assume that you slept well, my dear?”
    
“Yes, quite. Thank you, but I’m afraid I have nothing decent to wear to the feast tonight.”
    
“My dear, are you telling me that you have indecent clothing? I would have never thought.“
    
“Draaaaagh! I didn’t mean that. What I mean is – can you set me up with something…stunning? I mean to ask a certain guy to dance.”
     There was a momentary silence, and when Jennie was just about to think out his name again, Draagh responded,
“Of course my dear! Of course! What color do you prefer? Tell me what it is you would like.”
     As Draagh and Jennie continued their telepathic visit, Liliana sat up, stretching and yawning as she looked out the window, noticing it was the end of the day.
     “Oh no, Jennie! We missed breakfast! We were going to eat breakfast together!” to which she made a sad, pouty little face.

     Jennie finished her silent conversation with her mentor and teacher, and then sat down on the edge of the bed while ruffling up the girl’s hair.
     “I have something better! We’re going to a party – how does that sound?”
     “I am to attend a party?” she asked excitedly, but then appeared to have a bit of sadness.

     “I’ve never been… and, I have no pretty dresses.”
    “Aw, don’t you worry, sweety. I already set us both up with something to wear. Now, the party isn’t for a few hours, so let’s grab something to eat, ok?”
     “Ok! Yay!”
    The two quickly dressed and left Jennie’s room, with the older of the two seeing something colorful out of the corner of her eye.  As they moved down the hallway Jennie looked back, only to see the pink ribbon that her little friend had tacked to her door. She had barely noticed it before, her having been so preoccupied with the preparations for the full moon, and was almost completely concentrating on herself.
    
The child probably has nothing, yet she gave me that.
     Jennie was suddenly overwhelmed with sentiment, and turned her head slightly so that her young friend wouldn’t see any potential tears. After recovering and controlling her emotional near-outburst, she smiled and took the little girl’s hand, going to the mess hall – having made a decision that would change her life.
    
     Max woke up, rolled over and almost fell out of his bed, being so close to the edge. Grabbing the large post of the great wooden frame, he steadied himself and then sat up. He had eaten a bit before going to sleep, but was famished and wanted to have a snack before getting ready for the party.
     He went to his washbowl to splash some water on his face, but stopped and looked at himself in the mirror. He had somewhat changed since arriving in the Rhönen Dominion. His face was a bit more chiseled, especially around the jaw, and his chest and shoulders had expanded out handsomely. Best of all, his stomach was a rock. He was never more fit in his entire life, even though he was always naturally strong for his size. He ran his hands over his well-defined abdominal muscles, thoroughly impressed with their formation. He clumsily tried to fix his hair, which hadn't been that length since he was a youth, always having kept it regulation-short and befitting of a military officer during his adult years. Now it was longer and tended to hang in his face, but he rather liked his new look.
    
Must be all the protein I’ve been consuming
, he thought to himself.
    
     Not knowing what he was going to wear for the party, he went to pull out the dress whites that Draagh had conjured for Donus’ birthday party, but was shocked to see an extremely attractive blue leather outfit, made of a soft, semi-scaly hide with which he was unfamiliar. It had a v-neck collar, and appeared to have been exquisitely tailored. Best of all, the jacket and trousers fit him perfectly – like a glove.
    
Draagh, did you make this for me?
he thought, mentally calling out to the old mage.
     He listened, but his grandfather didn’t answer.

     Out on an open, grassy field walked an immortal being - someone as old as time itself -heading toward a collection of trees. There was smoke from a campfire wafting up through the leaves, and the smell of freshly cooked hares permeated the air.
     Looking up at him from her seated position on a fallen log was the recently banished Alea.
     “Alea, how good it is to see you, my dear,” said the old mage.
     “Hullo, Draagh. I assume you defeated Vladros’ forces?” she rhetorically inquired.
     “Yes, oh yes. We did indeed, yes, but may I ask… how did you learn of Vladro’s attack? You were not privy to that information earlier, were you?”
     “Oh no. Not at all… I happened to run into someone after the attack had already begun. He was quite… quick to spill the beans.”
     She then looked at her former lover with intense sadness, as her eyes welled up a bit.
     “I do not know why I did what I did. It was like I was—”
     “Yes my dear, I know. You were being controlled – in more ways than one. Although Siegfried was only a minor-mage, and not a very good one at that, he did excel in the art of suggestion.”
    Wiping her eyes, she busied herself and took a cast iron pot off the fire, stirring the stew within that she had recently crafted.
     “I only wish that I could go back and correct my mistakes. That poor girl, what did I do?”
     “The heart easily leads us astray, as it relies not on logic, nor reason, but on illogical emotion.”
     Alea bowed her head deeply, saying, “There is no hope for me, then. Oh, the water has come to a boil. Would you care for a cup of chamomile?”
     “That sounds wonderful. There is nothing quite like a cup of late-afternoon tea while watching the beautiful sun set out here in the wilderness.”
     He gazed thoughtfully as Alea prepared them their afternoon beverages, and accepting his cup and taking a sip, continued, “You do make a fine cup of tea, my dear.”
     “You flatter a poor woman. It is but a cup of tea, nothing more.”
     They finished their tea, with Alea offering him some hare stew, which he politely declined, not wanting to spoil his appetite as the hour of dinner approached. He then told her of the battle, and how a little lycan girl disobeyed orders and saved nearly the entire castle. Alea was especially happy to hear of Jennie’s brutal slaying of Ryder Johnson, and also of Max’s defeat of the vampire king.
     “While we were in our cells I could feel her strength. She was fearless and confident, even after having received such brutal treatment at the hands of those rotting pigs.” Then, looking down to the ground she said, “I should have been put to death - to betray one such as her deserves no less.”
    Draagh gave her a kindly expression that did not abandon his air of sadness at her misfortune. He did truly feel for her, but all must make choices in her life - and she chose most unwisely.
     After finishing their tea, Draagh stood up and stretched a bit, only to have his eyes meet with Alea’s.
     “My Lord, there is something I wish for you to see.”
     She didn’t look as sad anymore – it was more like she had business to attend to.
     “And what would that be, my dear lady?”
     Alea motioned for the old mage to follow her, as she walked to a distant grouping of trees roughly 200 meters away. As they approached, he smelled the stench of death, permeating the air in the small wooded area. It was the scent of finality. Moving some tree branches, she exposed the fly-infested body of Siegfried, badly mauled but still recognizable, wearing a frozen look of terror, the meat on his legs nearly stripped clean.
     “I should bury him, unless, perhaps you could perform some magic and turn him to dust?”
     “Ah no, my dear. I shall transport him back to the castle, where Krynos shall hear of your deeds, and to know that you have obtained retribution. May I ask - did he approach you, or did you hunt him?”
     “The latter, my Lord - he ruined my life, so I gave him the gift of death.”
     “Was it quick, my dear?”
     “No, not at all - he was still alive and conscious when I started eating his second thigh, although he was still screaming a bit,” she responded with a complete lack of emotion.
     Draagh raised his eyebrows a bit and pulled out his pipe, lighting it and looking out at the open western plains as Siegfried’s corpse lay still, with only the chirping of birds and the buzzing of flies disturbing the peaceful tranquility of their surroundings.
     “My dear, I realize that you were not at fault for what happened. Siegfried was a manipulative traitor and a fool, and he is now most deservedly dead.”
     Draagh looked down at the corpse, and then returned to his pipe and thoughtful gaze out over the open plains.
     “Yes, he is quite dead. There is no doubt about that, but let me ask you this – if you could have a chance to start your life again – to make amends for your errors, but perhaps somewhere else, where things were familiar, but you were unknown, would you do it?”
     “It is but a dream, but yes, my Lord. I would.”
     “Then stand up, my dear. Let us take a walk.”
     Draagh and Alea walked back to her campsite where he instructed her to gather any clothing she had, as she would not need the rest of her items. Finishing that, they went out to an open area where he waved his hand and created an infoscreen. Almost immediately afterwards, Socrates appeared and floated by, waiting to assist. Alea looked on, wearing a face of complete awe as the sentient mage intelligence access portal had a quiet conversation with his master. After a short while the preparations were complete and Draagh was ready to present Alea with a parting gift – a form of thanks for her company during the cold nights, and for her service to his friend’s crown for so many long years.
     Draagh put his arm around Alea’s shoulder and set his staff to the ground, causing lightning to shoot out and a massive sphere of energy to surround them. A thundering boom signified their departure.
      Alea looked around, startled, as it appeared they were instantly back in the castle courtyard - most certainly where she was not allowed to be, as she had suffered Krynos’ eternal and irrevocable banishment. People she had known all her life were walking around, going about their duties with not even one seeming to recognize her.
     Draagh merely looked at her and said, “Follow me please, my lady.”
     As they walked toward the courtyard square she hurriedly whispered in his ear, “Are we invisible? No one pays notice to our—”
     “Ahhhh, Draagh, my good friend! Excellent to see you!”
     Krynos approached the couple as Alea stopped, frozen in place, wearing a look of absolute helplessness and almost believing she had been betrayed yet again. For one to return after banishment was to invite death under lycan law, and she had neither desire to die on that particular day, nor any time in the near future.
     “Krynos, my brother. It is also good to see you! I have brought a friend. Alea please meet Krynos, king of the Rhönen Dominion. He is a great friend of mine, and I have brought you here as I feel this place is best suited to your abilities.”
     Terrified and completely confused, Alea nervously curtsied to the king and said, “My Lord, it is my honor.”
     Krynos gazed upon the woman, appraising her stunning features. “Ah, my dear. A woman as beautiful as you should not be nervous in my presence. All are welcome in my kingdom,” and turning back to Draagh, he asked, “My friend, what else brings you to my castle?”
     “Well, I am short of time, as pressing matters are at hand, but you see, it was quite a sad series of events. Alea here is from the other side of the continent, and sadly, cannibals ravaged her village. I only managed to arrive in time to save a few of the poor souls from loss of reason, and found her hiding under the blacksmith’s lifeless body. So, being without a home and suffering from temporary memory loss, she needed a new land in which to proffer her skills. I brought her to the only place where I knew she would be well taken care of. You see - she not only has excellent abilities in training new lycans, but also with waking team duties. As an added benefit, she retains sapience in death form, which can be quite handy during the full moon. I do believe she can fill you in on the rest… once she has recovered, of course.”
     Krynos gave Alea a kindly grin, while conveying an air of strength and understanding for her supposed
loss
.
     “My dear lady, your talents would be most welcome here. Please wait while I fetch one of my commanders – he shall guide you to your quarters. At tonight’s feast in the honor of the birthday of my top commander, Donus, I would like to hear stories of your adventures. That is, if your memory serves you. If not, it will simply be a pleasure to have you in our company.”
     Draagh smiled, and looked upon the slightly perplexed face of his former lover, but then turned to Krynos.
     “My friend, before you depart to call upon your aide, I would like to ask - did you take my advice and rid yourself of that troublesome minor-mage, Siegfried?”
     “Of course! The fool was to betray us at the full moon! His lifeless body now fertilizes the earth. So welcome is your advice, good friend. Now, if you will excuse me, I shall return in a moment.”
     Krynos walked off, his large frame casting a shadow in his wake, leaving Draagh and Alea alone as he called out to someone from across the courtyard.
     “Draagh, how can this be? What has happened here? Did you use your magic and make their minds to forget? Have you changed them so? It cannot be that I am again the cause of some form of suffering – please, change them back and take me from this place…”
     “Oh no, my dear. In this world, you – that is, Alea was never born. It is a new world – different, yet similar - and it is yours. I suggest you treat it and your new companions well.”
     Struggling to understand, she responded, “Krynos shall ask me to recount tales of my adventures at tonight’s feast. What shall I say?”
     “Improvise, my dear, improvise. I just stated that you have suffered a bit of memory loss, so that should give you sufficient time to craft an elaborate backstory, or to simply have permanent memory loss - that is up to you, my dear. Now, if you’ll excuse me… ah, here returns Krynos now - with someone in tow.”
     Draagh looked out over the courtyard as the kindly lycan king slightly bowed to passing females, as was his nature. He had lost his wife some centuries before and had remained without a mate, preferring to take delight in the romantic good fortunes of others. Draagh gently kissed Alea on her forehead, and both then turned to watch Krynos return with the one who would assist Alea with her new home.
     “Alea, I would like for you to meet one of my most trusted officers. It is he who shall arrange for your lodging and duties.”
     The woman looked upon a familiar face she believed she would never see again.
     “My Lord, the pleasure is mine,” she said, as she bowed slightly, trying to contain her smile – and a small tear in the corner of her eye.
     3
rd
Captain Morgus gazed upon the new arrival with a bold focus, saying, “Please, my lady. None as beautiful as you should bow to one such as me. I am but a soldier, while you are… the future. Welcome.”
     Alea turned and looked around in all directions, but could not see Draagh anywhere.
     He had left her to a new beginning.