"Quick, men. To the fire breathing fortress!" And he spurred his dragon into the air. Caimlin, still in shock leapt to his dragon and followed. He didn't know what this was about, but he wasn't going to stand by and watch.
"What are you doing?" Caimlin yelled, bringing his dragon up along side Jarvick's. The response he received was some sort of short range teleharm that manifested itself as a voice in Caimlin's head.
"I had a vision Caimlin. Trust me."
Now, as the two men flew closer, Caimlin could make out the form of a hooded man beneath them. Jarvick suddenly dropped to the ground on his dragon, bringing the flight to a jolting stop. By the time Caimlin joined him, he was already dismounted and waiting.
"Go on Caimlin. The man's waiting for you."
Caimlin was confused. Dismounting he looked again at the figure in front of him. Suddenly a glint of the sun caught on the man's monocle and Caimlin recognized him.
At first he couldn't believe it. Then, he still couldn't believe it. Finally he managed to squeek out a: "Lord Void?" Lord Void smiled as he came forward, walking with his inborn composure.
"Hello Caimlin." That was it. What ever doubts Caimlin had about illusions or phantoms completely dissolved right then. Before he could stop himself he had run forward and embraced his former master. Then, realizing what he was doing he quickly stepped back and saluted crisply.
"Sir!" He said, grinning from ear to ear.
Lord Void set his wrinkled hands on Caimlin's shoulders and looked straight into his eyes. Then, with a smile so broad and a voice so jovial that it could only belong to the new Lord Void, he said... "We made it Caimlin. We survived. We stuck it to that megabloks BloodVaine and lived to tell about it!"
It was a moment pure joy for the two men. They had lost so much and yet kept their own lives in spite of the odds. Soon Caimlin found himself doubled over in a fit of laughter that was heartily shared by his commander, Lord Void.
"But wait," said Caimlin, coming out of his laughing state. "Why didn't you teleharm me?"
At that moment Jarvick came up to the two men. "Greetings my lord. Your return bodes well for the future of the Dragon Masters. I would also like to extend my sympathies to you in the light of your loss. My allegiance remains yours even in your current state."
Caimlin was confused. "What do you mean, Jarvick?"
"I'm afraid you must excuse me now." Jarvick said, dodging the question. "Your men await Lord Void." The governor motioned to the coming procession of Dragon Masters and promptly excused himself.
As Jarvick made his way through the scattered boulders that once composed the fire breathing fortress he couldn't help but wonder how Lord Void had come to lose his powers. Not that it greatly affected to him. He knew that Lord Void would continue to rule as always in his pitiful, dry land. In truth Jarvick was as surprised to see Lord Void as Caimlin had been. His vision had been about something totally different.
It started at sea. Nothing but blue water in every direction. Then it changed. Now instead of water, Jarvick saw desert sand stretching to the horizon. There was a forest too and a tower near by. Suddenly there was an enormous bang and the tower exploded. A boulder came hurling straight towards him and then... blackness. A whisper of a voice was all Jarvick heard before he awoke.
"Find the counter spell, Jarvick. Find the counter spell."
Those words repeated themselves over and over in Jarvick's head. What did they mean. Jarvick wasn't sure but he guessed it didn't have anything to do with Lord Void.
Suddenly he turned a corner around one of the boulders and everything made sense. There, life size and lifelike in every way was a stone statue of Drock. Jarvick smiled, but it was a sad smile.
"So my brother, you are alive. And yet... And yet you are trapped where no spell known can free you."