The Wizards War
       (The Death of Mallard)

    Caybon paced back and forth while he ran his hand through his face. He turned and looked at Mallard as he layed on his death bed, "They created this virus, they can definately take it back." He said to his brother who sat by himself in the corner.
     "I am way over due. I have everything I ever wanted. Just, let me die in peace."
     "How can you just lay there and take all that crap!" Caybon yelled as he took the cigarette out of his mouth.
     "How can I lay here?! Ummm, easy, I'm dying." he said as he began to hack up blood again.
     "And your just laying there joking!" Caybon yelled as he took another nervouse puff. 
     "Its not like the mood can get any more depressing is there? Caybon, I lived a full life. Just let me be. Let me rest. This disease has plagued me for long enough."
     "It had to have come from somewhere!"
     "And it did!" the voice said from the corner.
     Caybon suddenly turned around with his crossbow in his hand. The figure waved hsi hand and they bursted into flames. Caybon hollard and dropped the weapon.
     "Your father did. My dear Caybon." The figure said as it walked towards Mallard, "Hmmm, looking more and more sick every moment..." he said touching his chin.
     Tehrinia slapped his hand out of the way and got between Mallard and the man, "Don't you touch him."
     The man's sneer is the only thing visible through his cloak, "Why would I bother to do that? He is already dead." he said as he turned around and began to walk away.
     Calabain stood up and walked up to him, "Who are you!"
     The man grinned and chuckled slightly as he grabbed Calabain's cain sending him to the floor, "Relax pal. Your not going to stand in my way. You can hardly walk."
     "That is my brother for whome you speak!"
     The man grinned, "And you may join him if ye wish!" he said with a sneer.
     "What do you want?" Mallard squeezed out.
     "To look at my progress." As soon as he turned his head he came face to face with a woman. She growled like a predator and her eyes were glowing red. The man leaned over and sniffed her, "A dragon. I smell Caybon on you. Ahhh, so, this is teh wife everybody is talking about down below." he said pushing past her, "My name is Salidar, fouth duke of hell's army." he said removing his hood. His face was pale dead white and eyes which were pure black, and no whites in them, "Your right. That thing inside of you is a virus. And yes, it does kill. But you should be proud Mallard, yoru are the very first test subject." he said as he walked around the room and back near the table where Mallard was laying.
     "Am I supposed to feel proud?" he asked as he gaged again into the handkerchief.
     The man growled and in a split second he was loomering over Mallard with a dagger to his throat, "I don't like the sarcasm in your voice..."
     Tehrinia suddenly gasped, "Mallard!"
     He suddenly pointed a long sharp claw at the woman, "One more move Tehrenia, and your husband goes down the drain!"
     "He has already gone down the drain, so what does it matter!"
     He grabbed Mallard's throat and held it there, "I can make his life, so, much, worse. Just give me a chance you little bitch!"