"Foolish humans!" Tel'Karak Zrahl scoffed, "Can you not see that all you have worked for is for naught?"
    "Quit growling, beast, there is nothing you can do to stop us!" Zakar laughed at the dragon.
    "Garalt," Greylen whispered softly, "I don't think Zakar can understand anything Tel'Karak is saying..."
    "He doesn't appear to be, does he?" Garalt replied.
    "Your kingdom is doomed!" the black dragon continued, moving her head from side to side trying to hear where Garalt was standing, "Can't you see?  All you can do is wait till the end!  You've failed!"
    "You see Garalt?  She is afraid of me, she is afraid to be the supplier of my army's strength!" Zakar laughed again.  Zakar began to order different skeletons around the dragon as they slowly pulled ropes and chains around her.
    "At least you've been stopped, creature!" Garalt shouted back.  The black dragon pointed her head directly at Garalt and seemed to smile.
    "It doesn't matter that I've been stopped, Garalt of Ikros!," Tel'Karak Zrahl answered, "You cannot put me back in the slumber from which I was awakened, not now!  They may take control of my body for the time being, but I shall escape.   Kill me, and your world will be doomed by chaos!  Stop Zakar, and I shall escape, only to come back to hunt you and all of your blood line down!  Do nothing, and the armies of the Council shall roll across your lands like a plague!  There is nothing for you to do but DIE!!"
    Alyia rested her head against Garalt's shoulder and rubbed his arm softly.
    "What to we do?" she said softly.
    "Ask..." Garn said, looking over toward Vildegraas, now laying down nearby.
 

    Garalt slowly walked up to the snout of the enormous green dragon.  As he came closer, he noticed that the green dragon was shaking uncontrollably.  At first it looked as if the earth demon was incredibly frightened, but the more and more Garalt looked upon him, he could tell that Vildegraas was in extreme pain.
    "Vildegraas...?" Garalt said softly, approaching apprehensively.
    "Ga.... Garalt..." the green dragon said weakly, "My sister's spell.... has me pinned... I cannot move..."
    "Then why am in such pain,"
    "I am of pure light... the spell has much more effect... on me than it would to someone... like you."
    "What are you saying?  Are you talking about what your sister said, about how I'm a danger to all those around me?"
    "I still see... hope for you... Garalt."
    "Vildegraas, please, I need your advice as to what to do.  If we stop Zakar now, she'll just escape, but it we don't, Zakar will take her away and attack Ikros."
    "Either way... she will come back and will be unstoppable.  If she... knows this spell... as well as the one that trapped my younger sister... she could become untouchable."
    "Then that means..."
    "It is the right thing to do, Garalt.  Stopping my sister is the only way of saving your country, your world."
    Garalt's mind raced with the thought of what he had to do.  He wished over and over he didn't have to make such decisions, what if it was the wrong one?  Save Ikros, only to lose it once more?  Garalt grit his teeth in anger and called out in aggravation into the sky.
    "TEMPI FREI!" Garalt shouted, clenching his fists tightly.