“What should I do?” Fiona gasped for breath as she ran towards the Dunrobbie
Hills. “I don’t know what I can do to help.”
Three dragons flew over her head, soaring toward the
opposing army. “Dragons? I’m too late. The battle is well under way. I have
to stop it. But how?”
“They say that it’s the little things in life that are
important. Wars aren’t necessarily won by heroic efforts and sacrificing.
They can be won by doing small things. I will not let all these people die.”
She thought about rain and it began to pour. A heavy, drenching rain fell
upon the battlefield. “That will slow them down a bit.” The battle came into
her view. “What else can I do?” She pictured a wall and turned herself into
a castle-high stone wall. It separated the opposing armies just before they
clashed, stretching up and down the hills like the Great Wall of China.
Horses screeched to a halt near the wall. Marching
armies stopped, staring up at the top of the stone structure and having no
idea how to scale it. Some of the four legged creatures under Phelan’s rule
climbed over the wall with no problem. They were quickly shot with arrows
and died. Fiona called to all the animals in northern Scotland to come; all
deer, all wolves, foxes, hares, rabbits, sheep, eagles, cows; anything that
She changed herself from the wall into herself, but
invisible. She stood out of the way as the opposing armies charged each
other. Men tripped over each other as flocks of Highland sheep rushed among
them; deer pranced through the battlefield, frightening the soldiers. Hares
and rabbits hopped over fallen men, leaping onto other men’s heads. Eagles
swooped down, pecking at whoever they could see. Cows stampeded, along with
Highland bulls, through the armies, charging them down with their horns. Men
scattered in all directions.
When the wolves came and attacked the men, they ran back
to their camps and refused to go out onto the field.
Fiona roared with laughter watching the animals running
amuck. Men with spears were helpless against the bull’s sharp horns and the
wolves’ fangs. “It’s working. It’s working!” Fiona jumped with joy.
The rain continued to pour down. She noticed the dragons
returning to their wizard masters. Even though it was wet, she produced a
roaring fire in the center of the hills and hoped the villagers stayed
inside to avoid the rain. It shot up as high as the tallest pine.
She wandered over to where King Bartolf and Dugan sat on
their horses with their generals. She listened to what they said.
“What is going on here? Our men are cowards. They’ve all
deserted.” King Bartolf’s veins bulged with anger. “This rain is blinding.
Sidero, can’t you do anything to stop this foul weather. I hate Scotland. I
can’t wait until I return to Zanaad. It’s warm there.”
“I could stop it, but it would do no good. We can’t win.
They are more powerful than your armies. Take a look around. Almost all of
our troops have deserted. You have no army.” The wizard sighed. “Accept
defeat, Bartolf. It is over.”
Phelan, still in the general’s body, leaped from his
horse, grabbing his brother around the neck and strangling him. “You coward.
You always have been. You talk of me being an embarrassment. It is you who
is the coward.”
“General Timori, what are you doing? I demand you stop
immediately. Cease this behavior.” King Bartolf raised his sword to strike.
Phelan stood, not ready to give away his true identity
yet. “As you wish, my king.”
“Get back on your horse. As long as there is one breath
in my body, I will fight my enemy.” Bartolf ordered his generals to attack.
Dugan followed. The men raced across the battlefield,
jumping over the dead bodies and animals. Phelan went with them.
Fiona appeared in front of King Rolfin and King Kegan.
“Fiona? What are you doing here? Are you the cause of all of this?” Kegan
wiped the rain from his eyes.
“It was me. Yes! Your army is all still here. King
Bartolf’s and Dugan’s armies have fled, deserted, but the two kings and
their generals are riding here to finish the battle.” Fiona saw Johnny.
“Johnny!” She ran over and hugged him.
“Fiona! What are you doing here? Go home right now.”
Johnny scolded her.
“No. You need to send the wizards over to capture Phelan
and the rest of them. His brother, Sidero is there too. He’s a wizard. He
doesn’t think I know, but Phelan has possessed one of the general’s bodies.
He’s on a black horse with a red riding blanket. I sensed him. Hurry.” Fiona
pointed across the field. “They’ll be here soon.”
Johnny ran to the Wizards of Xilia and told them. They
called their dragons and flew over to meet their enemies.
“You need to go too. There is nobody else but them. It’s
time to get King Bartolf and Dugan and his son, Ithgar. Hurry!” Fiona
slapped the back of King Rolfin’s horse. It whinnied and ran off. “Go King
Kegan.” She slapped his horse’s bottom too. It rushed off, nearly knocking
him off. The army followed. Fiona made the wall of fire disappear.
“Can you stop this rain, Fiona? It’s rather annoying,”
Jimmy said. He was drenched, as were the others.
She stopped the rain, parting the clouds. The others
rushed over in time to see the Wizards of Xilia and their dragons circling
Bartolf, Dugan and the others, including Phelan. The outnumbered and
unsuspecting soldiers surrendered. Samothi took great pleasure in taking his
two sons back to Xilia for imprisonment and rehabilitation.
“Yes! His plan backfired. If
he’d stayed at the castle, he’d have escaped. He’s always got to be where he
can be in charge. You know what? I don’t think King Bartolf and King Dugan
allowed him to be in charge and that made him mad.” Fiona stood with Johnny
watching as Phelan and Sidera were taken away on the back of a dragon.
“Cheerio Phelan. It sure hasn’t been nice knowing you.” She waved and stuck
out her tongue. Both captured wizards snarled as the dragon disappeared.
“You saved a lot of lives
today, Fiona. We’ll never see most of the other army. The deserters will
probably make their way across Scotland, down to England and then across the
Channel. People from Zanaad don’t like the cold weather. Having it rain was
a great idea!” Jesse patted her on the shoulder.
“I thought the sheep and
cows idea was great,” Julian said. “Did you see that redcap? The cow chased
it around in circles. I thought I’d die laughing.”
“Still, there are many who
died needlessly. Most of them were ghoolies and such, but still, a life is a
life,” Jacob said.
“We need to gather up the
bodies and burn them,” Joacquin said.
“What about King Bartolf and
Dugan?” Fiona looked at the two defeated kings, bound with chains.
“The wizards are sending
them home after a stop in Xilia,” Johnny said.
“But, doesn’t that sort of
mix up what happens in our lives? They came from the past and now they
aren’t there. As horrible as they are, they are still my descendants, just
as much as King Rolfin and King Kegan. If they don’t exist, then I won’t
either and neither will my mum.” Fiona looked at the thirteen men standing
in front of her.
“Fiona, time is different in
Xilia. They will be put back in their allotted times and allowed to rule as
they choose. Events will not change. That is not what the wizards do. They
can and will stop Phelan and Sidero from ever leaving Xilia. The wizards are
allowed and entitled to take charge of their own kind. Yes, they did change
Drayton because he had no children in the future. In fact, Drayton was to
die and soon. He chose to live as a wizard. He cannot live as a human
again.” Johnny knelt in front of her as he explained.
“Oh. So King Kegan and his
family will still get murdered? What about Princess Anna and Princess
Isabella? Will they still be kidnapped by Dugan?”
“We are going to see if we
can change that part of it by offering to let him stay here in this time,”
Jeffrey said, “as we all have the choice to do now that it is all over.”
Fiona sighed. “I suppose if
someone went back in time and waited until Isabella was pregnant with Ithgar
and Anna with Jorbi and took them away from Dugan before either of the
babies were born, that wouldn’t change much, would it?”
“Every single thing we do
changes the past in some way; however, I doubt if it would hurt Ithgar to be
raised by his mother. His father did an awful job of it,” Jasper said.
Fiona’s mind raced with an idea.
“Actually we got off much
easier than I thought we would. It wasn’t really a battle, not much of one
anyway. You prevented that, Fiona by using your powers. We didn’t lose one
man. The time portal at the castle has to be destroyed so that nobody can
enter or leave again,” Jared said.
“What about the orb?” Fiona
pictured it in her mind.
“That is going to be given
back to its rightful owner, King Rolfin. It is up to him to decide what to
do with it,” Jeremy said.
“Oh. I need to go,” Fiona
said and ran off, leaving the men staring at her back.
Elspet and Callum were both
sitting outside. “Fiona! You’re back. We waited out here in the pouring
rain. What happened?” Callum squeezed the water from his hair.
“I need you two to get mum
and Uncle Angus out here and keep them occupied. Make something up. I’ve got
to go back in time one more time. The others will be along shortly to tell
you what happened. Everything is okay. I was able to help stop it before it
got too bad.” Fiona said. The three of them went inside.
“Fiona! Look at you three.
Why didn’t you come in when it started to rain? Angus and I didn’t know it
was raining. Did you feel the earthquake?” Mairi looked bewildered.
“It’s not raining now.
Callum and I found something really cool outside. Do you want to see it?”
Elspet asked Mairi and Angus.
“We have to watch the orb
and books,” Angus said.
“I’ll watch it, Uncle Angus.
Go and have a look. It’s so cool,” Fiona said.
As soon as they shut the
door behind them, Fiona leapt into the time warp.