My Dearest Nephew,
First off, allow me to apologize for the slight lie I told
you in my latest letter. I told you that all I would only alert the dragons
escorting your uncle Gargazath to Hurdek’s home to the danger they would be I
along their journey. While I did indeed do this, I also followed the escort at
a distance and watch on to see what might come to pass.
I apologize
once more for keeping you in the dark on this subject, but I feared that you might
let something slip in a letter to your uncle Scaligar and he would ruin all as
he is won’t to do. I watched the escort for most of their journey and nothing
seemed to be going wrong. However, I was saddened to see how deeply your uncle
Gargazath has sunken into his madness.
When the
group of dragons was in sight of the coast of Hurdek’s home however, your uncle
Scaligar suddenly appeared from the West laden with packages filled with I knew
not what. He waylaid the escort and attacked his brother with Dragonfire and
the packages of what turned out to be the black explosive powder made in the
West of my coastal home.
I watched
all of this from a distance so as not to be observed and could not reach the place
of the attack in time to save Gargazath. By the time I arrived in the place
from whence he had fallen into the seas, he had already sunk too far below the
waves for me to retrieve him.
Your uncle
Scaligar had already fled and the dragons who had been escorting Gargazath on
his journey pursued him across the skies to the West.
As I
watched your uncle Gargazath sink through the water, I thought to myself that
it might be the most merciful fate for him in his present state. I quick death
would be better than a life of incessant, unending madness.
I began my
journey home then but I had not gotten far when I heard the sea boiling beneath
me. I turned and watched as Trubodox the Scarlet rose from the seas in all his
former glory.
I gather
from what you have told me of your uncle Trubodox’s latest letter to you that
he has by some miracle been cured of his madness by just the right combination of
Dragonfire and explosive powder. My feelings of late on this subject are
befuddled in a word. I knew Trubodox as
brother-in-law for hardly a measurable time at all. As your uncle
Scaligar has said, the happy marriage of his brother Rorfang to your mother
pushed Trubodox over the brink of his growing insanity which had been fed by
his failure during the Dragonhunt. Thus, it was not long after I met your
uncle Trubodox that he was consumed by Terminal Bligardazash and became his
alternate, violent and butterfly-consumed personality, Gargazath.
As I hardly
knew him before this point in his life, I merely thought that it was how he had
always been. The madness of Trubodox must have been painful for your uncle
Scaligar. Watching on as his once great brother sank into utter madness must
have been like watching someone bake a succulent chocolate cake and then icing
it with Zucchini sauce.
On another
subject that I thought might be important for you to know, I have observed
restless stirrings in the East around the area of my Province. Reliable friends
in surrounding areas report that they too have noticed the agitation of Dragons
of late. To the North also the Storm and Ice Dragons are stirring.
The Dragons
of the four points are stirring, a shadow descends over us all. Unrest rises
against the other Dragons of our world. I have seen such times once before when
the Dragons of the compass points grew tired of the Drakes and waged war on
their kind, finally battling them on the plains to the South and confining them
to the Isle of Bootjaw.
Prepare
yourself for a storm, nephew, for one is coming.
Your humble
servant, mentor and uncle,
Semithino
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