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	Chapter Five of book one "E'Mor's Romances ~ Star'Leen"
	Chapter Five Deen picked up speed. He knew where he was going, but he was not sure what to do when he got there. Lon Lon needed him and Deen knew he was hiding somewhere around E'Mor's bedding chambers. Finding Lon Lon would not be easy, but then it would be easier for Deen than anyone else since he had taught Lon Lon where the best places were to hide. He was hoping to find Lon Lon in one of those places. Deen was a master of snooping and getting information, even at his age, but then he had to be. In these troubled times, someone had to be 'in the know'. Deen took the final turn towards E'Mor's chambers with care. He knew if he was spotted it might be the end of him---let alone any help he could be to Lon Lon or Siff'el. Deen stopped at the corner. He peeked around the corner to get a head count. They were all there, three ugly heads and three not-so-ugly heads. Just as Deen was about to make a move a loud roar mixed with a hiss almost shook the very foundation of the palace. A mighty wind rushed through the halls. Deen felt it, bowed his head and began to pray. Dear Graces, it is starting, Deen thought. Please...let me find Lon Lon. Deen looked around the corner. E'Mor's elders were laughing and smiling. They knew what those roars meant as well. He looked long and hard, but saw nothing of Lon Lon. His trained eyes searched every tight corner and nook to find him, still nothing. Then he heard something like a moo moo running across the floor and he smiled. It was not a moo moo, but a small rock. It was Lon Lon’s signal. Deen tried to focus his eyes--there he was! On the other side of a run down fountain that now just puked up mud and gunk. Deen waited for the right time and it came...from E'Mor's elders none the less. They were fighting over who was going to get the biggest piece of E'Mor when they got to kill him. The debate was heated so Deen took the chance to run to Lon Lon. It worked, he was not seen. Deen approached Lon Lon, who was holding on to the pitcher of wine as if his life depended on it. In some strange way, it did. Lon Lon's face was wet and at first Deen thought it was sweat. It was not until he was wiping Lon Lon's face dry, he realized the boy had been crying. After Deen was done, he gently pried Lon Lon's fingers off the pitcher and took it from him. Lon Lon fell into Deen's arms, who patted Lon Lon on the shoulders. "You have been so brave for being such a little guy," Deen whispered to Lon Lon."What did Siff'el want you to do with this wine? Why is it so special?" Lon Lon tried to speak, but could not at first. He tried again and it sounded like sucking air. "It is poisoned. My Prince was supposed to give it to the Dragon High Lord, but he wanted his father to look bad. So he did not serve it, instead he served regular wine to him. Siff'el wanted me to serve it to my Prince's elders." Lon Lon fell back into Deen's arms as if it was safe haven. Deen rocked back and forth to comfort him. Another roar echoed through the halls. Deen knew what he had to do and pulled Lon Lon to a sitting position to make sure what he had to say was understood. "Go and fetch six cups and a serving tray," Deen asked. He knew Lon Lon was tired, but he did what was asked, taking off through a small door just behind the fountain. Deen was a lot bigger than Lon Lon, so he just sat behind the fountain. He prayed that Lon Lon would return sooner rather then later. Before too long, Lon Lon appeared through the door with a serving tray holding six small cups. He set them down on the floor before Deen. He glanced at Deen with a worried look in his eyes. He knew what was to come next. Deen carefully poured each cup with a generous amount of wine. He looked around and spied another pitcher discarded by the fountain. He grabbed it and looked it over. It just had a small crack near the top, so he wiped it out put it in the middle of the serving tray and poured the rest of the wine in it. "We have to leave this somewhere they would find it and think it was for them," Deen told Lon Lon. "What if I was to take it to them?" Lon Lon said shyly. Lon Lon had tears in his eyes. Deen looked and reached out and squeezed his thin shoulders. "You are so brave. More than you will ever know," Deen told him with a smile. "We will try something close to that." He quietly picked up the tray and motioned for Lon Lon to follow him. Once in position, Deen pointed at the small table close to E'Mor's elders. He then put his fingers to his lips for Lon Lon to be quiet. Deen pointed to the table again then handed the tray to Lon Lon. Deen went out the door and kicked a couple suits of armor on his way. He was trying to make as much noise as possible. Four of E'Mor's elders took off after him, leaving only two by the door. When things settled down a little, Lon Lon came out of his hiding place and slowly made his way to the table. The two watched him with much interest. He slowly, and as gracefully as possible, placed the large tray on the table. He even surprised himself that he handled the tray without dropping it and that he got the words out. "A drink for the kind Lords," Lon Lon said shyly. All it took was one move toward him and he was running for the door. He barely made it out the entrance before one of them tried to catch him. He was just a little too quick for him and all he got was a handful of Lon Lon's dust. "That little scab, he is mine to skin when I lay my hands on him," Lon Lon heard the one say as he came to a stop just down in hall in the shadows. Then Lon Lon felt someone grab him and he whimpered and tried to pull away. "Lon Lon, it is me," a familiar voice said. He opened his eyes to see that it was Deen. Lon Lon grabbed him with all that he was worth. He was so happy to see his older friend that he just could not, would not let go. Deen just fell down in Lon Lon's dark corner for awhile. After a long moment, Deen got Lon Lon to let go and he dried his tears yet again. "If this does not work, I will hide you forever," Deen whispered softly and he pulled him close yet again. "You stay here and I will be back for you." Deen slowly got up and left Lon Lon alone shaking in his little corner. He wanted to go back to the room and eavesdrop on E'Mor's elders. Although walking was too slow for him, he had hurt his foot when he kicked the armor, so running was not a choice. He eased down the hall gradually, paying close attention to every little noise and movement. Deen stopped at the doorway leading into the room, horrified by what he saw. The poison did what it was supposed to. The three eldest were twisted and deformed. It looked as if one of the brothers might have survived, but he was not sure. The two right above E'Mor in age looked as if they had turned their own blades on each other. Deen looked for the last one, but his foot was really hurting so all he could do was sit. It was Deen's luck that Lon Lon decided to follow him. "Go and see if E'Mor is alive. Go! There is still one of his brothers out there. They did not all die," Deen said with pain in his voice. Lon Lon jumped over each of the bodies just as another roar came down and through the halls. Deen's heart sank and Lon Lon kept going. Lon Lon got to the doors and had to use great effort to push them open. He stopped to get his breath and looked for E'Mor. E'Mor was thrown on the middle of the floor. Lon Lon went over to him, sat down next to his friend, and pushed on him to see if he would move. E'Mor started to stir at his young friend’s request. Lon Lon was so overwhelmed with joy he threw himself on top of E’Mor, almost not allowing him to get up. E'Mor held on to him almost as tight. Then another weak roar came down through the halls. Lon Lon froze and looked up at E'Mor. "He is killing him," Lon Lon said with a whisper. It was as if all the air had left E'Mor. He tried again to get up, but he was unsuccessful. Lon Lon helped him on his third try and this time he made it to his feet. Walking was slow and painful, but he started to pick it up at his own speed. Lon Lon helped him to the door and when he saw what had happened to his elders he was not sure if he should have asked. He looked down at Lon Lon. "I had to do it. They were going to kill you. They wanted you dead and..." "No...They got what they deserved," E'Mor replied weakly. E'Mor looked past all of the carnage and saw Deen sitting on the floor. With Lon Lon's help he made his way over to him. "So...what led to this?" E'Mor asked Deen. Deen did not leave one detail out when he explained. Lon Lon sat next to E'Mor and wrapped his small arms around one of his. E'Mor breathed and looked down at a pool of his brother's own blood. It only took him a second to make a choice. "Things are not going to get better if something is not done now," he finally said, still looking into the blood pool. "I have no choice. I have to go after him." It was as if he had caught his second wind. E'Mor tried to stand, but Lon Lon did not want him too. Lon Lon knew what he was going to do and he also knew he could die doing it. "Someone has to end this, my little friend and I am the only one who can," he told Lon Lon. "Stay here and help Deen, he needs you now." Then Lon Lon had no choice but to let go and help him stand. More and more, E'Mor found his strength returning to him. He started toward the doors that lead directly up to the Towers. It was the fastest route. He did not know if he would see his friends again. This was for them--his cruel father had to die. It was these thoughts in the front of his mind as he called onto the Royal Power. He wanted to be at full strength when he met up with the King. He moved swiftly up the steps and out onto the landing. The bridge was broken and his father was on the other side on the landing of the White Tower. He slowly walked up to the edge and looked down. The great beast was dead on the ground, along with his rider. The other dragons circled the towers and their masters were angry. E'Mor looked at his father and it was like looking at the face of madness. E'Mor turned and with a flick of his wrist, the door behind him shut and locked. He then turned back to his father. He was trapped in the White Tower with no one to come to his rescue. E'Mor could see him standing there, mocking him as if to say he was never going to be good enough. E'Mor walked to the edge of the landing and as the dragons circled overhead, he knew it was time. "You have no one now. My brothers are all dead and so they will not come to you. All you have is me and I refuse to have anything to do with you. You are no more a King. So now we will finish it, once and for all."
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