In Jacob’s mind, an entirely different atmosphere was happening. In his mind, he was still back in Inremin speaking to the old mental sage who spoke in an uncommon way.
“In the course of contemtous costumalities, one is there that the abominabus shadows cannot, and not shall reach. In even the peerous face of abhorrentium, must you destroy it!”
Jacob had no idea what “abhorrentium” or “abominabus” meant, but they sounded evil, so he had a good reason to dislike them.
“Not will you joinam enemious figures by doorways closed, but by new paths made.”
Jacob figured the old wizard had never had a full education on speaking and had spent his days poking his nose in old magic books. However, the main purpose of his sentence did make sense. You won’t join forces with others by sealing doorways, but by opening them and reaching out to more. That’s what had gone wrong. Jacob had been so focused on closing the rift, that he hadn’t thought to use it as an advantage.
Jacob tripped on something. He had somehow wandered into Saurocroth’s realm, and he now stood before the towering figure. Somehow, though, he looked different. Less monster and more–human.
“Who–are you?” Jacob asked. He had asked those same words many years ago to someone bigger and meaner and more threatening.
“I am–I am–” Saurocroth looked like a sinner in church. His skin twitched and power seemed to be leaking out of him. His eyes portrayed a scene of sadness, misery, fury, regret…loneliness.
“You’re not Saurocroth, are you,” Jacob said.
“Quiet, boy! You don’t understand it. Any of it. You’ve ruined my entire quest. All I wanted was to be right with humanity. To get rid of these!!” Saurocroth held out his hands. His rage evoked surprising emotions in Jacob’s mind.
“Get out of here! I don’t want you. I don’t want any of this.”
“No. You’re wrong again. Remember when you took me to your palace. You told me you used to be human. You were hit by comets remember. So all you want is to be turned back into human.”
“No! I want to rule Arryen and make the humans pay for all those years of hunting me, chasing me, making me an outcast. Now for the first time, I want to be the ruler, not the ruled.”
“What! But you just said you wanted to make ammends!?”
“I do. But I also want to be king!”
“That’s not how you’ll get right with humanity!” There was silence after Jacob’s last remark. “Saurocroth?”
“Farewell. I’m leaving. I just realized, I never wanted to fight you. You began to fight me, and I thought…I thought you were like your great uncle. Your great uncle who chased me down and declared me an outcast and a threat to humanity! I can do no good in your world. Farewell.”
And with that, Saurocroth, master of the shadows, lord of the blackness, strode away, disappearing in a green glow. To this day, no one knows into what realm he entered. But most, or at least Jacob and his comrades, hope that wherever he went, he finally made peace with his rage.
Ten-year-old Jaden Rodriguez lives in Valencia California where he reads, writes, draws and swims competitively. He has helped illustrate a book his mom has written, and is in the process of drawing other pictures for a book that his brother currently is working on.