Prince Dahr of Twyl

Chapter 2 – The Other Realm 


As dreams went, this wasn’t much of one. A field of grass, a wooden chest, and a relatively small bush that had only recently appeared from which Prince Eric’s young servant had emerged.

“What are you doing here, Dahr?” The prince couldn’t quite keep the exasperation out of his voice.

“No idea. Am I dreaming?”

“No! I’m dreaming, and I don’t think you’re supposed to be here.”

Dahr looked stricken. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to.”

Prince Eric felt annoyed until he took a good look at his nervous, soon-to-be brother, and realized he wasn’t only responsible for himself in this place. Eric forcibly calmed himself. “It’s okay. You didn’t do anything wrong. It’s just that…”

There was another rustle from a different bush that also hadn’t been there before, this one quite a bit larger. A pristine white wolf emerged. Whatever Eric had been about to say was lost in the majesty of the creature. It was clearly a sign from Sheba. The Wolf approached and then sat waiting.

“I think I’m supposed to follow it,” whispered Eric, awed.

“I can just wait here”, Dahr said, but his voice quavered.

“No you can’t. When we’re together, I’m responsible for you. And you’re going to be my brother. There’s no way I’m leaving you behind in this place.”

The gratitude in Dahr’s eyes was all the reward Eric needed.

The wolf started walking and in panic, Eric reached quickly into the chest, attempting to grab the sword. He had no idea what would follow, but he was pretty sure the path of the warrior involved some sort of combat. The weapon that came out of the chest however wasn’t a sword at all. It was a shield, pointed at the bottom, two crescents forming the top, meeting in the middle, which rose higher than he would have expected it to, as if some ornament had been affixed to the middle of it at the top. It looked odd sticking up as it did. Eric wondered if it served some purpose.

As soon as he lifted it, the glowing mark of Sheba appeared in its center, two crossed swords within a circle formed by a crescent moon. He considered the shield with a tinge of disappointment. What would he do with a shield?

Still, this was a quest and you had to make do with the tools you were given, no matter how inadequate they may seem. He forced a smile, gestured for Dahr to follow and set off after the wolf.


King Terrance and Queen Triss sat on their thrones, staring at the small boy, who had fallen asleep leaning against one of the pillars.

“That didn’t take long,” said Terrence, chuckling.

“Should I take him to bed?”

Terrance thought it over and shook his head. “He’ll want to be here when Eric returns. Let him rest. If he’s going to be part of the family, let him be a part of it.”

The Queen smiled. “He always has been.”

The King didn’t know what to do with that. How could she so love a boy carried by another? It probably helped that his mother was no longer around, but still, would he have been so understanding had the situation been reversed? He didn’t think so.

And yet now he had to ask himself that question since Triss had mentioned she hadn’t been alone every night while he’d been gone. He hadn’t known but had suspected. He had never asked anyone because he really didn’t want to know, but now he did. And what was he to do with that?

Nothing. Nothing at all. There was a double standard in his world that men were allowed to do whatever they wanted, but women were expected to remain faithful no matter what. It wasn’t right. It had never been right. He hadn’t been faithful, could he blame his wife for doing exactly what he had done? What kind of man would that make him? Did people know of her indiscretions? If they did, did that somehow reflect on him? Did it matter?

He turned to look at his wife, who fondly regarded the sleeping boy. She had enough love in her heart for his bastard. Enough love to forgive him. Could he ever live up to that standard? Maybe not. But he sure as hell could try.


The Wolf kept a leisurely pace, slowing to wait on the rare occasions the boys fell behind. Eric kept half an eye on Dahr, half an eye on his surroundings as he jogged after the wolf. He didn’t want to run faster, because if he had to fight, he didn’t want to start while winded. Yet it seemed like miles had rolled by without so much as a blemish in the landscape. It was just a grassy plain for as far as the eye could see.

They came upon the rocky canyon quite suddenly, or more appropriately, it came upon them. One minute there was nothing but grass and then it appeared before them, a narrow crevice with steep sides. It was as if a giant hill made of smooth grey stone had come into existance as they approached. It hadn’t grown from the ground, but had instead appeared, as if it had always been there, and they just hadn’t been able to see it until they were close enough. The crevice was so narrow they’d have to enter single file. If you were going to ambush someone this would be the place.

Still, the wolf ran into the chasm, so Eric followed, glancing back to make sure Dahr was bringing up the rear. A hundred paces later the wolf vanished, and after pausing only briefly, Eric continued forward holding the shield in front of him wishing it was a sword.

For a long time they continued, the walls getting higher. Then, ahead of them, he spotted a group of creatures he didn’t recognize. They were humanoid, but clearly not human. They looked like they were made from clay or maybe mud. None of the creatures stood taller than the middle of his chest, and their faces were featureless, blank smooth ovals. They approached without a sound, without hesitation, without fear.

Eric paused for a moment, then raised his shield and called out. “Ho there. State your business.”

No response, not that he expected any– none of them had a mouth. The creatures continued to advance.

“Halt… I don’t want to hurt you.”

No reaction at all. The creatures continued, a line of them, he really couldn’t tell how many. Ten? A dozen? They advanced without pausing. Was this a test? Should he attack first? Wait to see what they did? What was being tested here, his response or his combat skill?

He kept his shield before him, turning sideways to minimize his profile. He’d had training with sword and shield, but never just a shield by itself. If it came to a fight, he wasn’t sure how he’d handle it.

The creatures got within three feet of him and stopped. He couldn’t go further forward without walking right into them. He could go back, but he didn’t think he should. After all, the wolf had entered this crevice. He could attack, but the creature had yet to do anything hostile. He would never be sure exactly what had warned him, but suddenly, he stepped backwards and raised the shield over his head. Small stones began to fall from above, and he held the shield as if it was a parasol. He pulled Dahr closer, and they waited as the rocks pounded down on them. The force of them tested his endurance as he tried to keep the shield steady. A few stray rocks hit his calves and feet, which stung but did no real damage. He realized he was prioritizing Dahr over himself. The smaller Dahr wasn’t getting hit at all. All to the good. Eric was far more capable of taking hits.

Soon after the rocks stopped and the creatures before him attacked. Now Eric used the shield to move forward, bashing them with it when he could, pushing when he couldn’t, slowly advancing. They attacked bare handed, using their arms as clubs, but he struck and pushed and struck and pushed, for what seemed like hours. Forward, ever so slowly. His shoulder was raw. His arm was killing him, even his legs hurt from forcing the creatures further into the chasm, but he pushed on, driving them ever back.

The one before him fell to a particularly nasty swing of the shield at a place where the canyon had widened just enough to allow it. Eric took the opportunity to smash the creature harder than he had been, and it fell to pieces at his feet as if it really had been made of clay. It looked almost like a broken vase.

This sequence of events, blocking, pushing and swinging when possible went on for what seemed like days, but was probably only an hour or two. In the end, it wasn’t a test of combat ability so much as a test of endurance, which he wasn’t sure he was up to. But when he glanced back Dahr was there, and that gave him the strength to continue. When the last creature finally fell, the canyon vanished as if it had never been there.

Eric checked on Dahr before collapsing onto the grass. He was utterly spent, out of breath, and his arm and shoulder were on fire. He was neither hungry nor thirsty however, which was good for he had neither food nor water. If this was only the first trial, he wasn’t sure if he’d make it. His strength had already been sorely tested.

As he lay there, half dozing, he heard a rustle from a bush that had appeared as suddenly as the hill had. He forced himself to sit and reached for his shield, but it was the white wolf, holding a silver scroll case in its mouth. The wolf sat and waited.

Eric pushed himself unsteadily to his feet, and walked slowly to the wolf. It didn’t move, but he could tell it’s eyes followed his slow progress. He reached out, wrapped his hand around the scroll case. The wolf released it. As soon as it did, the scroll case disolved into mist, which surrounded him. And in his head, he heard a voice that was infinitely kind, infinitely fair, infinitely powerful…Sheba’s voice. It said only four words.

“Skill unlocked: Shield Bash.”

Dahr stood nearby, watching, but not understanding what had just happened. He looked at Prince Eric standing before the sitting wolf, but apparently saw nothing else if his next words were anything to go by.

“Do you think I can pet him?”

Eric looked nonplussed. “Are you mad? Do you not understand that this wolf represents Sheba, the Goddess of Honor, Combat and the Hunt?”

Dahr looked abashed. “I didn’t know.”

“Well now you do.”

“He is really cute though. Are you sure…”


The younger boy grinned, and Eric realized he’d been baiting him. “You’re too smart for your age, you know that.”

Dahr nodded. “I know.”

 The wolf hadn’t moved from it’s sitting position, and Prince Eric thought it might be grinning, but then wolves always looked like that. He walked over to where his shield lay on the grass and picked it up. He had a new skill but had no real idea how to use it or what it meant.

He held the shield in front of him. “Shield bash!”

Nothing happened. He tried to think about what a shield bash was, tried to locate some small cache of knowledge that he hadn’t known before, but there was nothing.

Suddenly the wolf, without warning, sprung at him. One second it had been sitting and the next moment it was airborne, heading straight for him. Eric instinctively swung his shield, but instead of blocking, he timed the swing to intercept the wolf mid flight.

He had braced himself for impact, but it never happened. The wolf, to his astonishment, flew sideways several feet where it landed hard on the grass. It quickly found it’s footing and trotted back to the boys.

“Whoa!” said Dahr.

“Yeah,” was all Prince Eric could think to say. And he realized that it wasn’t his own strength he had used, indeed he wasn’t strong enough to propel a full grown wolf that far. He had been using the gift of strength bestowed upon him by Sheba.


The second trial started much like the first. It appeared out of nowhere after a lengthy walk along a seemingly endless grassy plain. On the grass was a giant with one eye in the center of it’s head. It had rows of sharp teeth in a mouth that seemed too wide for the rest of his face. Its nose was comparatively small. The creature had no hair at all. What it did have was unusually long arms, which ended in huge hands.

It hadn’t noticed them yet, and they moved cautiously closer. Eric glanced back at Dahr to make sure he was following. He had no fear of Dahr making noise. Dahr loved to sneak up on Eric to try and scare him. If the two were to have a stealth contest, Dahr would win easily. So he focused instead on the creature, which stopped to sniff the air before turning to look in their direction. At first Eric thought it hadn’t seen them, but then it bellowed and raised a hand above it’s head. For a mad second, Eric thought it was waving until a rock formed in the center of it’s palm. The creature launched it as if it were a catapult. The rock flew straight at them. Eric stared in disbelief as it approached.

Eric pulled Dahr close and raised his shield, bracing himself for the strike. The stone struck the shield, but Eric was up to the task of blocking it, though he could feel the shock of it’s strike all the way to his shoulder. He didn’t have much time to adjust because the second boulder was already on its way. He risked a glance at the creature, which was crazily windmilling each arm, conjuring a boulder at the top of the arc, and then tossing it. Eric had never heard of a creature like this and suspected that it didn’t exist anywhere but the Other Realm.

As it turned out, blocking the stones wasn’t much of a problem as the giant didn’t seem to be able to throw two at once with any accuracy. The real issue was that if he stood back blocking attacks, the creature could keep throwing stones until he no longer had the strength to continue.

Eric had to find a way to attack while defending Dahr, and there didn’t seem to be any way to do that. His first thought was to try the shield bash skill to propel the rocks back towards the giant. This didn’t work because most of the rocks simply shattered and the ones that didn’t couldn’t readily be aimed. Each one flew off in a slightly different direction. Perhaps that could be improved with practice, but it would take too long to develop that talent at the moment.

“Dahr, how confident are you that you can sidestep those rocks?”

Dahr practiced sidestepping them while they were still aimed at Eric. “I can do it. Easy.”

Eric glanced briefly back. “You’re sure?”

“Yep, they’re not moving too fast.”

“Okay, when I count to three I’m going to charge out of here and right at that giant. You stay back here and dodge, okay? Once I get to him, you shouldn’t have to worry about it.”

“Why count to three? Why not just go now?

“Cause you always count to three. That’s just how it’s done.”

“But why?”

“ know what I don’t have time for this right now. One, two, three!”

Eric took off towards the giant. He needn’t have worried about Dahr. The giant never swapped targets. It became obvious he didn’t see Dahr as a threat.

Eric closed the gap as quickly as he could, shield held in front of him. He was anxious to try out his new skill in actual combat.

As he drew closer he realized just how big the creature was, almost twice his height. He wouldn’t be able to reach the giant’s head, and he doubted he’d have the leverage to even get a solid body blow. That made picking a target easy.

He charged and struck the giant’s knee with all his strength. He heard a loud crack and the giant threw back its head and roared, bringing down one of the rocks to crush him. Eric sidestepped neatly and bashed at the knee again. The giant stumbled and went down, kneeling before him. That allowed him to reach the giant’s head.

He used his shield bash skill, smashing his shield into the giant’s head with all his strength…well all his strength as bolstered by the goddess of combat. The head left it’s body, flying through the air. Eric watched it soar away, where it landed on the grass, rolling for a brief period of time before disappearing altogether. Most likely it was still there, just hidden by the grass.

“Hole in one!” he thought, then stopped. Where had that come from? He might have heard the phrase somewhere, but he couldn’t remember where or when. He had no idea what it meant in any case. He was interrupted from considering the matter further by Dahr’s voice, raised in excitement.

“That was amazing!”

He turned to see the younger boy running across the grass toward him, a huge smile on his face. He was about to reply when movement caught his eye. He spun, but relaxed when he saw the wolf trotting toward him, silver scroll case in his mouth. It approached and sat as it had before, and once again, Eric took the scroll case from it’s mouth, which promptly evaporated into a cloud around him, this one with a slightly orangish tint.

Sheba’s voice again filled the air around him, or perhaps it was inside his head. He couldn’t tell. No matter how many times it would happen moving forward, he would never lose the amazement, the gratitude, the sheer exhilaration of hearing the goddess’s voice. “New Skill: The Bigger They Are…”

“What a strange name for a skill,” Eric thought.


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