*This is a bonus series episode that takes place elsewhere in the OTMM universe. It occurs between OTMM episodes 15 and 16. It is a bonus to the main plot and is not needed in order to understand the main events.
Galund walked as quickly as he could to the top of the stairs. Once at the top, he reached out and opened a large wooden door. He knew he had taken too long.
“Galund! Where are you!”
The Gatekeeper was furious. As a small reptilian who had been placed as a squire to the Gatekeeper of Camp Kilja, Galund loathed the precarious position that those in power and deemed for him.
The Gatekeeper, who apparently had no other name, was a viscous brute of sheer terror. He spotted him immediately upon opening the door. There wasn’t a time yet that Galund hadn’t been terrified of the beast’s monstrous size and strength. The largest amongst the Rotundrian Elite, only a handful of high ranking officials and the high kings themselves were more powerful. Getting on his bad sad wasn't an option.
“There you are you little runt! Where have you been! Did you bring what I asked?”
Galund began to speak, but wasn’t able to gather the words.
Finally he forced a mutter, “No, sir…”
With incredible swiftness, the Gatekeeper turned and launched a large wooden table across the room. Instinctively, Galund dove on the floor covering his head.
It had been a while since he had last seen the Gatekeeper this worked up. The bulging muscles popped from every corner of his green body, he stood over seven feet tall and had long, straight green hair that hung from the mane running down the center of his back.
Galund on the other hand was vastly different. He had eyes as big as oranges with tiny arms and legs leading to large hands and feet with long fingers and toes. Disproportionate and awkward, his race, the Kentori, were commonly used as house slaves.
“Tell me why not!” The Gatekeeper demanded.
“I-I- They- Well, they-“
“Out with it, Galund!”
“They said it’s simply too dangerous,” he took a deep breath and shut his eyes expecting the impending rage that was to follow.
“Too dangerous! For who!”
Galund didn’t know how to answer. The Gatekeeper inhaled deeply and looked out the open window toward the sand flats in the distance.
“They have no other choice but to expand these encampments. Diggers have been digging for months now, and what’s happened? Kilja’s moron brother and a slave boy are on the loose.”
Galund looked around nervously. He knew no one in camp was supposed to know about Tel’Dar’s death, nor the escaped human.
“Should I take them another message, sir?” Galund prayed his boss would say yes so that he may be free for a few moments.
Galund let out a silent sigh.
The Gatekeeper continued, “It’s no use. They refuse to dig in the tunnels for fear of the petal-dwellers. I don’t know what they’re so scared of. In open battle, those flowers crumble like a daisy in the wind.”
“He wanted to tell you that their main concern is Chief Ha’Zakz, sir.”
The Gatekeeper let out a sudden, “Ha! That old bat? Sure, once upon a time he was a real threat, capable of harnessing the energy of life forces around him to transform into a real nightmare! But he’s years passed his prime…. They age nearly as bad as human’s do, and Ha’Zakz is bound to be nearing the end of his life. That is, if he hasn’t already.”
Galund was intrigued with the Chief, but didn’t want to admit it to the Gatekeeper. “So do we go into the tunnels after we confirm his death?”
The Gatekeeper snorted and replied, “It’s no use. Once the Chief dies, his powers will be transferred to a Chief in waiting. There’s always going to be one like him… he’s best avoided if possible.”
Galund looked through the window as well. With Kentori eyesight, he could see for miles. He was still trying to shake the scene he had last seen through the window- a scene he had decided to keep to himself. A human, dressed in black, beheading the overseer’s brother.
“Well…” The Gatekeeper said, “Get out!”
Galund gave a quick, “Yes, sir,” stepping outside and began making his way down the stairs.
“Somethings,” he thought to himself as he walked, “are best kept unsaid.”