Hurricane Trinity

by Lovesick-Ded

Prologue

PROLOGUE

35 years ago.

“HOLD THE LINE!!!”

The captain’s loud cry of command reached the ears of the old ruler despite the fact the entire world around them was heavily cloaked in snow, and it was still continuing to storm heavily with no chance of letting up anytime soon. Grogar grunted as he placed another cloven hoof forward into the heavy blanket of pillowy-white and pulled himself forward. Despite the fact that he was a goat, snowy mountain ranges were very much not his forte; unfortunately it was not like he had much of a choice to be here in the first place…

“Windcaller!” He finally cried out to the emptiness before him, in hopes that she would hear; all he could see in front of him was the intense blizzard and clouds of gray. The wind wailed in his ears; he flattened them tighter against his skull and attempted to raise his head but the intensity of the storm was making it hard to even draw breath. He lowered his head again, attempting to take another step forward and calling her once more:

“WINDCALLER!”

“Grogar!”

The elderly goat rose his gaze toward the mountainous slope as a bipedal figure came into view amongst the gusting blizzard; he gusted a sigh of relief as Windcaller approached him, her usually fluffy white coat of fur plastered to her body and starting to take on flakes of snow. She was tightly grasping a silver rod in both hands, to which Grogar was relieved, but he had to ask the question regardless.

“Windcaller…thank the gods. Did you manage to get the staff?”

The Yeti female nodded, although it seemed bittersweet. “The entire camp had been destroyed by the time I had arrived…I…my tribe didn’t make it.” She lowered her gaze slightly for a moment before returning eye contact. “B-but…thankfully they didn’t manage to find the staff. I was always sure to keep it well-hidden in case this should ever happen.”

“You’re better than I am at hiding things then.” Grogar tried to force a smile but he could tell that Windcaller was not, at this time, going to be interested in quips. He shut his eyes. “I…I’m sorry, Windcaller. I was hoping all too much that they would have made it to safety in time…”

“I…it…it’s okay.” Windcaller swallowed, although the goat could tell she was attempting to fight back tears. “They…they died fighting. That’s all that matters, right now.” She grasped the silver rod more tightly. “I know that they were trying to protect the staff above all else. We need to attempt this for their sake.”

“R-right.” Grogar nodded firmly in response; he turned his gaze back toward the bottom of the hill. “My men should have bought us enough time for the staff to charge. I’m not entirely sure if it’ll work with only two of us, but…”

“Two is better than nothing,” Windcaller replied; her response was so blunt in tone Grogar couldn’t help but shake his head a bit and blink. “I know the third part is missing, but we don’t really have a choice in the matter right now. We need to drive these…DEMONS…away from Yebit.”

Grogar turned his head back in the direction of the hill’s bottom again; although the soldiers he had stationed were fighting valiantly, it was clear that their grasp on the post was waning. He nodded his head. “We don’t have a lot of time, then. Let’s get down there.”

Windcaller nodded in determination, and the two began racing down the snowy slope toward the bottom, where the enemy awaited. The abominations had slain at least half the soldiers that Grogar had originally brought to embark on this mission and some of them were already beginning to devour the slain, their maws dripping with frothy mixtures of blood and acidic saliva. The remaining were trying their damnedest to hold the line, as the captain had earlier commanded, but even then some of them were already beginning to retreat in sheer terror. Grogar ran to the front, eyeing the destruction in shock, as Windcaller approached from behind.

“Do not give in!!” Grogar cried out, in time for the limp corpse of a slain goat soldier to fly over his head and land headfirst into the snow behind him. Knowing that mere talk was futile at this point in time, he uttered a growl and charged toward the nearest abomination, the swirled runic pattern set in his horns beginning to glow fiercely with orange light as the bell laced around his neck emanated the same aura. He fired an arcane blast from his horns, striking the abomination in the neck and causing the surrounding flesh to explode from the impact. There was no time for it to even shriek; it collapsed in a heap next to the soldier it had been devouring. Grogar raised his head, scanning the area for his next target.

“Leave some of these monsters for me!” Windcaller declared, leaping forward ahead of Grogar and swiftly swinging the staff in an arc, hitting two of the monsters and slicing cuts in both of their bodies. She landed and immediately pushed herself into a leap again, this time using the tip of the staff to impale one of the creatures through the chest and forcefully tear a hole in its tainted flesh. She pulled the staff out, causing a spray of blood to gush forth from the wound in the process, and leapt back, landing on one knee as she, too, looked around, panting.

“There…there are a lot of them,” she declared, as she got to her feet. Grogar backed up beside her, his horns still glowing in case any of these creatures tried something funny. He nodded his head.

“More than I had originally anticipated…good gods, where are they all even coming from?” He looked around at the surrounding battlefield. “We’re way outnumbered at this point…but…” His eyes flashed for a moment. “We won’t let them take Yebit…not in a million centuries.”

“Agreed…” Windcaller gritted her teeth as the abominations closed in, and more were coming by the minute. “But…what do we do, then? We’re horribly outnumbered, and we can’t possibly take on an entire army by ourselves…”

“WE can’t…” Grogar looked up toward her. “But…the staff CAN.”

Windcaller looked down at him, her gaze turning from anger to one of concern. “Grogar…the staff relies on the life energy of the one channeling its power. I—“

“I’m not saying you have to do it, Windcaller.” Grogar’s gaze intensified as he eyed her before he turned his head back toward the approaching abominations. “I brought my men here…this is mostly my fight and my fight alone.”

“Grogar, that is hardly true!” Windcaller retorted angrily, although her lower lip was trembling slightly as she bared her teeth. “They killed MY tribe; I have a right to—“

“Trust in my judgement, Windcaller,” Grogar replied, shifting his gaze toward her, although it appeared trusting and kind. “You are my mate and my wife-to-be…if anything should happen to you…it would ruin the pact we made.” He placed his hoof upon her hand. “Don’t let your need for vengeance cloud your hope for the future.”

Windcaller’s bright blue eyes wavered a bit, and she appeared to be wanting to speak against this, but she knew that her mate had a point. Nodding, she looked toward the approaching army, tears forming in her eyes. She knew what Grogar was about to ask; she wanted more than anything not to do it, but—

“Give me the staff.”

The Yeti female’s soft facial features tightened in sorrow, but she obeyed and handed the staff over; Grogar took it in his teeth and turned to face the oncoming surge. His eyes narrowed into a determined glare as his horns glowed more brightly than before and started to crackle with arcane lightning. Windcaller said nothing, only retreated further back as she looked on with worry.

Vile demons…

Grogar could not speak through the staff’s bulk within his teeth and tongue, but he wanted to convey the message of justice to himself, if not to anyone else. His eyes began to glow as the tip of the staff lit up with orange light.

You have plagued our lands for the past few centuries…you hope to break us…

The light began to intensify as Grogar focused in on the staff’s power.

I do not know about the others in these lands…but…we, the Caprinian people, have stood against your master’s will for all this time. And now, the Yeti of these lands stand with us.

The staff began to rattle slightly in his mouth as it surged with power and the light surrounded the goat as it began to drain his vitality in exchange for such energy. He could feel himself weakening already, but he remained strong against the onslaught.

And…no matter what you throw at us…no matter how many of us you kill…

The first of the demons, a strange-looking humanoid creature with an elongated jaw, began to shamble forward in his direction. Grogar lowered his head and clenched the rattling staff more tightly between his teeth.

We…will never…

The light surged from his body and formed a makeshift barrier of sorts around him, causing the stray creature to screech and withdraw. Rays of gold and orange flickered against the snowy sky; Grogar knew that this last-ditch effort would either greatly weaken him or possibly kill him, but there was no other choice and it was too late to go back. He shut his eyes and braced his body for the coming impact.

…SURRENDER!!!

Windcaller shielded her eyes and winced as an arcane pulse of pure energy surged from Grogar’s body and the staff, enveloping the area in a bright orange light so intense the entire battlefield was lost for a brief moment; in the power, in the light…

Author's Note:

Whew...a taste of what's going on so far. Yeah, it's THAT Grogar, you guys. You'll find out more later on; in the meantime I hope you enjoy what I have written so far...fairly new here, and a little rusty with writing, but ah well.

Thank you for reading!