Chapter 19: Down the road

When last we met: The deer disappeared into the woods. Dejah and I dashed across the yard and up onto the deck, I yanked the patio door open and we dove into the house. Grenn waved his hand as the green creature aimed at the eagles, and some sort of magic shield deflected a shot that would have blasted the eagle leader. Dejah and I stood by the window and watched in horror as the green guy leveled his weapon directly at the house. “FOOOOOM!”

A few minutes earlier …

Summer opened her eyes and saw that she was on a sandy beach next to a great expanse of water. The sand had washed away some, and there were deposits of thousands and thousands of tiny mussel shells. It had to be a large lake or perhaps a bay, because she could see the other side, miles away. 

On the beach next to her, Seth the Dragon looked down with concern.

“You’re awake,” said the giant scaled creature. “I think you fainted or something.”

The 3-year-old golden retriever looked into the dragon’s eyes and then across the water.

“Is this heaven?” she asked.

“Nah,” Seth said. “It’s called Red River Park, on the shore of Green Bay. It’s a couple miles from where you live.”

“I don’t understand,” said Summer. “How did we get here? And how did we survive that big bright light?”

“It wasn’t a weapon, at least not a weapon that kills people,” the dragon said. “It just moves you. It’s a teleporter.”

“I see why he would want to get rid of you,” said the little golden retriever. “But why did he teleprompt me?”

“Teleport. Evil doesn’t work very well in the face of sweetness or cuteness,” Seth said. “And you’re one of the sweetest, cutest things I ever did see.”

“Oh, stop.”

“It’s true!”

Summer walked to the edge of the beach and stared at the other side of the bay. “I’ve never seen so much water. It’s amazing.”

“Your daddy never brought you down here?”

“No,” Summer said. “I remember Mom used to say, ‘We should take the dogs to the water,’ but I didn’t realize she was talking about THIS. It’s wonderful.”

The big puppy stepped into the water and began to prance.

“Wheeeee!” she said, because it was the Time of Magic when dogs could talk. Most days, she probably would be barking and yipping with delight.

“Why wouldn’t he ever take you to such a nice place?” Seth asked.

And as if in response —

“HEY!” a sudden voice barked. “Whose DOG is this?”

The dragon stepped back, and Summer looked up as a big, beefy man strode across the beach in her direction.

“No pets in the park!! It’s on the entrance sign. Can’t somebody read? I’m gonna ask again: WHOSE —”

At that point the big man’s eyes came to rest on the dragon. 

“The dog’s with me,” Seth said in his voice that would sound menacing if he said “Peace be with you.” To add to the effect, he blew a little smoke out of his nostrils. “You wanna make something of it, Bubba?”

The big, beefy man screamed at several octaves higher than his normal voice and sprinted away.

Suddenly there came the sound of energy bolts crackling from some distance away. The dragon and the dog both looked in that direction.

“That’s coming from your house,” Seth said. “Come on!”

The dragon picked Summer up by the collar and leaped into the sky. At once they could see the bright light from the green creature’s giant gun up the road.

As you’ve probably seen from the CGI recreations made for various movies and TV shows, dragons look like big, lumbering creatures but they are swift as lightning. They covered the short miles from the park to the house in a matter of seconds.

Seth landed behind the green alien and set Summer gently on the ground.

The evil thing leveled his enormous gun directly at the house. Seth the Dragon reared back and belched a mighty blast of flame directly at the green assailant.

“FOOOOOM!”

And just like that, there was a black smoldering hole where the green guy had been. The giant gun clattered to the ground, sputtered a few sputters, and went silent.

Chapter 18: Hope and jeopardy

When last we met: “You’re all fools! Why are you resisting? The whole point of this day is for the Evil One to consume all in its path,” said the green thing, who was bleeding from dozens of eagle scratches. The great birds circled, preparing for another swoop. “Liar!” screamed Grenn the elf, using his Big Voice. “But that’s who the Evil One is, the Prince of Liars.” “All right, that’s ENOUGH!” the green thing shouted and raised both hands to the sky. This flash was the most blinding of all.

And then the bad guy was gone.

I stood at the fence with Dejah panting by my side. Grenn, the elfin being, stood at the edge of the woods behind me. The great buck, his mate and their two fawns stepped cautiously off the septic mound and onto the field. The eagles circled and lined up in a row along the top of the mound, which rises 10-12 feet at the edge of the field.

“I don’t get it,” Grenn said. “He zapped the strongest of us, and the meekest. I get why the dragon, but why the goofy dog?”

At the word “meekest,” tears had sprung to my eyes. Summer was a crazy animal who loved to torment and wrestle with her older sister, but one day when I picked them up after doggie day care, the lady at the desk said, “Summer is such a kind dog,” and the word fit perfectly. Rambunctious and silly, yes, but above all, Summer was kind. Why would that monster zap her?

And the word “zap” also struck me.

“You said he zapped them,” I said. “You don’t think he killed them?”

Dejah’s ears perked up.

“No, or at least I don’t think so,” Grenn said. “Did you see what happened when he zapped the eagles? He just, like, teleported them a lot higher. I think he sent Seth and your dog somewhere, maybe even somewhere near here.”

Dejah’s tail began to wag.

“So he didn’t vaporize them with a phaser, he beamed them away?” Dejah said. “That is most pleasant news.”

“I agree,” I said. “But where could they be? Summer is such a gentle soul, and she has to be frightened.”

“That’s probably the answer to ‘why’ — Seth obviously had the best chance of frying the little creep, but evil ones can’t stand being in the presence of kind and gentle souls,’ said the elf.

“Evil ‘ones,’” the buck caught the nuance. “You don’t think that he is THE Evil One, just an evil being of a lesser sort?”

“Makes more sense,” Grenn said. “The Evil One doesn’t hesitate, it just swoops in and destroys everything in its path. The tall guy with his worblatt pals and the green guy did some damage, but nothing on the scale that the prophecy talks about.”

“So who are they?” asked Dejah. “And why are they bothering us?”

“Minions,” guessed the doe. “And it’s a distraction.”

“You mean if the Evil One is really coming, it’s not here or now?” the buck asked, and his mate nodded.

“If that’s true —” the lead eagle began, but he wasn’t able to complete the sentence.

Another blinding flash flashed, and the impossible green guy was back, holding some kind of weapon. It looked like something out of a Jack Kirby comic book, way too large for his hand and full of mechanical protuberances but definitely some sort of outsized gun.

“Everybody duck!” Grenn shouted.

Crackling energy crackled, and the gun emitted a sizzling beam of something bright and electrical that you wouldn’t want to get hit by. It missed me but left a charred hole in the yard behind me.

The deer disappeared into the woods. Dejah and I dashed across the yard and up onto the deck, I yanked the patio door open and we dove into the house. Grenn waved his hand as the green creature aimed at the eagles, and some sort of magic shield deflected a shot that would have blasted the eagle leader.

Dejah and I stood by the window and watched in horror as the green guy leveled his weapon directly at the house.

“FOOOOOM!”

Chapter 17: Stuff gets real

Our story thus far: The sudden flash was so bright it hurt our eyes, and then it was gone. And so was Summer. My arms were empty. My dog was gone. Seth the dragon was gone, too. “What have you done?” We turned at once and said it simultaneously to the being called Greg. “Well, the truth is —” the newcomer said, and he paused as if deciding whether to finish the sentence, and then did: “I am the Evil One.”

No one spoke for quite a few seconds. And then Dejah began to growl.

I have never heard such a sound from the throat of a golden retriever. They are gentle, happy animals. This was neither gentle nor happy. My 11-year-old dog was growling like a K-9 officer who had just been given permission to rip a perp to shreds.

Gone was the gentle English cream golden retriever that yipped at the door hoping to get a treat when she came in the house. Gone, too, was the genteel canine who had been politely carrying on conversations with me, the elf, the dragon and the other visitors on this “day of magic.” She wasn’t even using words, just making the guttural noises that an animal makes moments before it launches an attack.

And launch she did. Moving at a speed that belied her status as an elderly dog, Dejah bolted toward the fence as if to leap over it and dismember the creature in T-shirt and jeans who had just disappeared her little sister and a big dragon.

I was right behind her. Screaming, “What did you to my dog?!” I sprinted toward him with a roiling hatred in my soul that made me fear for the guy when I got my hands on him — if Dejah didn’t reach him with her fangs and claws first.

In the corner of my eye, I saw Grenn the elfin being raise his left hand, palm up like a Marvel superhero sorcerer about to cast a spell. All of a sudden I couldn’t move, and Dejah suddenly stopped and writhed like a rabid animal at the end of her leash.

“Let me go!” she barked. “I’m going to kill him!!”

“I don’t think you want to try that,” Grenn said.

“No,” said the man who had just identified himself as the Evil One, smirking. “It would not end well for you.”

At that, Grenn made a sweeping motion with his right hand, and the smirking man’s head snapped sideways and back. He was lifted off the ground and flattened as if the elf had planted a right hook on him from 25 feet away.

Greg, or whatever his real name was, rubbed his chin and smiled as he picked himself off the ground and faced us.

“I will forgive you that,” he said. “You are grieving and not thinking straight.”

“What have you done to my dog?” I repeated.

“And my friend Seth,” repeated the elf.

“Isn’t it obvious?” said the creature, who now had green skin and an elongated face, similar to a character I cannot describe further without risking a copyright violation on Fantastic Four #11. “They’re not here anymore.”

“Where are they?” asked the eagle leader from the sky, where he continued to circle with his feathered colleagues.

“Gone, of course,” the creature said. The eagle responded by diving toward the beast, pulling up with his claws extended, and taking a piece of green flesh off the arm he had raised defensively. Seven of the other eagles swooped down and did a bit of scratching of their own.

There was another blinding flash, and suddenly the eagles were 100 feet in the air. The great buck lowered his great rack of antlers and began to charge.

“Stop right there or you’re next!” The creature cried. The deer decided to pull up. “You’re all fools! Why are you resisting? The whole point of this day is for the Evil One to consume all in its path.”

“Which is why we’re on guard,” said the buck. “You do know the prophecy, don’t you?”

“Of course I do,” said the green thing, who was bleeding from dozens of eagle scratches. The great birds circled, preparing for another swoop.

“Liar!” screamed Grenn the elf, using his Big Voice. “But that’s who the Evil One is, the Prince of Liars.”

“All right, that’s ENOUGH!” the green thing shouted and raised both hands to the sky.

This flash was the most blinding of all.