Savak: The Medallion - Part Three
"Where am I?" Savak asked as he walked through a cloudy
mist. "Hello? Is anyone there?"
He could see nothing around him but clouds. It
even seemed he was standing on clouds. Where was he? He couldn't be dead, could
he? The thought scared him. If he were, who would help the pack?
"Who's there?" snapped an angry female voice.
Suddenly, a small winged woman emerged from the mist right in front of Savak.
Savak remembered the stories Jessie had told him when he was a puppy. This woman
was a faerie!
"A Lupe!" the faerie exclaimed, watching Savak
sternly, looking him over. "And a white one at that."
"White?" Savak felt his fur stand on end. Slowly,
he looked down at his paws. Last he remembered, his paws were a solid red. Looking
at them now, he saw that they were completely white. He looked at his tail,
and it was white too!
"This is a restricted area," the faerie asked,
interrupting his train of thought. "What brings you here? What is your business
in this place?"
"I don't know," Savak admitted, turning his attention
from his bleached fur. He was a little more concerned about the spear the faerie
bore. Though she held it to one side, he was sure she could bring it to bear
on him in an instant. "I-I don't know how I got here." A tone of worry escaped
him as he added, "I'm not dead, am I?"
For a moment, the faerie's stern look held strong.
Then it softened as a flash a humor lit in her eyes. "No," she said. "You're
not dead. Though I can't see why…" Her thoughts seemed to escape her as she
gazed closely at Savak. No, she was gazing at the medallion around his neck.
"Where did you get that?" she asked.
"This?" Savak asked. "It…it was Murgoh's. He
was my pack's leader."
"Murgoh?" The faerie looked thoughtful. "Is
"No," Savak said quickly. "He…he's been captured.
I think he dropped this."
"Hmm," the faerie said. "Well, in any case,
I must tell Jearii about this. This is quite unusual."
"What is?" Savak asked. What was going on?
"No, it's not for me to say." The faerie turned
to go. Before she left, she added. "Jearii will contact you about this soon.
For now, you had better go and find the pack."
"Wait!" Savak said, taking half a stride closer
to the faerie. "How will this Jearii contact me?"
"How do you think you came here to contact us?"
the faerie asked. When Savak didn't reply, she smiled and leaned close to his
ear. "She will come in your dreams."
Before Savak could reply, he thrashed out suddenly,
fully awake. He was back where he was before, alone in the middle of the Neopian
Plains. Dusk had fallen. He had been asleep for some time. Had it all been a
dream? Stretching his neck around, he could plainly see in the moonlight that
his fur was not red. Even if it was only a dream, it was certainly real enough
to inform him of the color of his fur.
Getting to his paws, Savak put the thoughts of
his "dream" out of his head. He had to concentrate if he was going to catch
that scent. After a brief search, he found the scent trail leading away from
the plains, heading further north. Taking a deep breath, Savak trudged on, his
nose low to the ground. He was still tracking their scent, even though he knew
exactly where they were going.
* * *
A half moon shed its light on a seated Savak
as he gazed at the myriad of lights coming from Neopia Central. The night was
nearly half over. Savak had tracked the pack's captors, kidnappers really, all
the way here since he woke up at dusk. The scent he was tracking had quickly
changed to a scent that reeked of something that made him gag. But it kept traveling
in the same direction, leaving two lines of flattened grass behind it.
When Savak saw the city, he had taken a seat,
partly to take in the view, and partly to take a rest. It was a long trip. Though
it wasn't just that he was tired, he was hungry too. Now, as he stood again,
he was finding it hard to keep on his paws. Savak hadn't eaten in nearly four
days. He would have stopped to hunt sooner, but his mind was set on tracking
the kidnappers. But now, famished as he was, he was finding it hard to concentrate.
He had to find food. Kosek mentioned something about scavenging in the streets
of Neopia Central. Gerthen was opposed to it. But, hungry as he was, the young
Lupe didn't see any alternative unless he caught the scent of prey.
With an unsteady gait, Savak pressed on toward
the center of all Neopian activity. He didn't realize his awareness was slipping.
He didn't notice he was being watched, even as they stood upwind of him.
Then, suddenly, a mouse scurried under his paws.
Caught off guard, Savak quickly gave chase. But even as it made its escape into
a nearby hole, Savak lost his footing and stumbled into a ditch. He didn't have
the energy, nor the will to get up again. He had failed. He had failed because
he didn't stop long enough to eat. It was all his fault, and there was nothing
he could do to fix it.
Even as thoughts of surrender swam through his
head, three figures stood over him, talking with each other. Savak was slipping
from conscious, so he couldn't hear them clearly, nor see them. But as he lay
in the ditch, he did feel the touch of a paw on his side. And though his mind
felt utterly defeated, something in him felt a spark of hope. Something in him
knew this was not the end for him. Someone would just have to tell his mind
* * *
Life filtered back into his body. The world around
Savak was dreary, but it was quickly warming up and gaining clarity. He…he was
lying on something soft. He was somewhere warm, but it didn't feel like a patch
of sunlight. Was he in a den? What was that noise? It wasn't a bird, but it
sang the same short note over and over without stopping. He tried shifting his
weight when he felt something. His foreleg…there was something in his foreleg.
Slowly, Savak opened his eyes. It was blurry
at first. But as his eyes focused, it was soon evident that he was staring right
into the watchful gaze of a blue Lupess. She was wearing a gold necklace, heavy-laden
with numerous charms. For a moment, the two Lupes stared at each other, one
curious, the other unable to move. Finally, the curious one broke the silence.
"Hello," the Lupess said.
Savak watched this Lupe for a moment, trying
to read her eyes. What were her intentions? Then he figured that if she had
intended to harm him, she'd have done so already. Besides, he was in no position
to do anything about it.
"Where am I?" Savak asked, his voice a little
"You're in the hospital," said the blue Lupess.
"Jason knew you needed help right away, and that you needed far more attention
than he could give."
"Attention?" Savak asked, trying to sit up. His
efforts failed and he flopped back on the table. It was then that he noticed
a tube attached to his foreleg that led to a plastic bag on a thin pole above
"Yes, attention," the Lupess said, placing a
paw on his shoulder. "Don't try to move, you're too weak. The doctor said you
fainted from malnutrition and overexertion. Did your master forget to feed you?"
"Master?" Savak asked with a weak chuckle. "What
master? I have no master."
"What?" The blue Lupe's eyes widened with shock
and amazement. "Then…then that means…"
"…That he's a wild Lupe," said another voice.
Savak managed to turn his head to gaze, for the first time in his life, upon
a human. He was tall, in Savak's opinion, with dark hair with a charming, but
concealing smile. He walked into the room ahead of a Gelert dressed in a lab-coat.
"Yes, Heysha," he added. "I already knew this. I'm surprised that you didn't.
"But Lukas has been all over Neopia with you,
Jason!" Heysha pointed out. "I've only ever been to Roo Island."
"All in good time, Heysha," Jason said. "Lukas
is quite a bit older than you, you know."
"Well, he certainly doesn't act like it!" Heysha
"He picks on you because he's fond of you," Jason
said, nudging the blue Lupess. "He also knows when not to joke around. Besides,
sometimes I enjoy it when you two bicker."
"Humph!" Was all Heysha said to this as she walked,
nose upturned, to another part of the room. Shaking his head slowly, the human
turned to the Gelert.
"How's he doing, doctor?" he asked.
"Well, he'll still be weak for a few days," the
doctor said. "But he's well enough to be released."
"Can he be released into my care?"
For a moment, the Gelert just started at the
man. Then he smiled. "Well, since you found him, I suppose he's your responsibility.
If you'll come with me, I'll get the release forms set up. You know, many people
come in here…" The conversation went on even as they left the room. As their
voices faded down the hall, Savak saw a red Kougra come through the door. When
he saw Heysha curled up in a corner, her head resting on her paws, he hesitated.
Then he moved to Savak's bed and sat down next to it.
"You were lucky we were around," the Kougra said.
"If we hadn't seen you chase after that mouse, we probably wouldn't have noticed
you at all. You were pretty far gone, even then."
Savak didn't say anything, but just stared at
the Kougra. The Kougra looked over his shoulder at Heysha. "Can't he talk?"
"Oh, he can talk," Heysha said, walking over.
"But so far, he's only talked to me. Probably because I'm special," she added,
brushing her tail across the Kougra's nose.
"A-are you Lukas?" Savak managed to say. His
mouth was a bit dry, and it was becoming difficult to speak. The Kougra, who
was aiming a cuff at Heysha, turned his attention to Savak.
"So he does talk," he said. "Yes, I'm Lukas.
Do you have a name?"
"Savak," the Lupe replied. Then, trying to rise
again, he uttered, "Where can I get some water?"
"Shh," Heysha said, using her paw to keep him
from getting up. "Lie down. I'll fetch you some, just keep still." Without another
word, Heysha disappeared into an adjacent room.
Lukas just watched as she went. Then, when she
was gone, he muttered, half to himself, "I don't think I've ever seen her act
like this for anyone."
Savak looked to the door, then to Lukas. "Is
"I can't tell yet," the Kougra said. Turning
to Savak, he smiled faintly. "So, why would a wild Lupe like you want to come
to Neopia Central?"
"How did you know I was heading here?" Savak
"I do have a nose, you know," Lukas said blatantly.
"Your trail was quite clear, and it was leading straight to Neopia Central."
He paused. "Your scent seemed familiar. I don't suppose we've crossed paths
before, have we?"
Savak shook his head. "Not that I recall," he
At this point, Heysha came back, carrying a paper
cup, filled nearly to the brim with clear fountain water. She handed it to Savak
who, instead of taking it, sat up on the bed and started lapping the water instead
of sipping it out of the cup. Heysha, surprised by this course of action was
about to pull away when Lukas grabbed her paw to keep it still. "Easy, princess.
Let him drink," he said. And he kept his paw on her until Savak was done. At
which point, Heysha, who was a bit disgusted, took the cup to the nearest trashcan.
"Thank you," Savak said, his voice a bit stronger.
He looked to Lukas. "You wanted to know why I was going to Neopia Central?"
Lukas nodded. "Alright, I'll tell you. My pack was kidnapped while we were in
the Neopian Plains. I managed to escape, and followed the scent of the kidnappers
to…to where you found me." Savak stood up, his legs steadier than before. "I'm
feeling a bit better now, I think I should go."
"That's all well and good," said the human, who
was stepping back into the room. "Because it is time to go."
"Are we going to the plains?" Savak asked hopefully.
"I'm afraid you're still too weak for that,"
the human said. "Until you've regained your strength, we're going to take care
of you, in my house."
"He's staying with us?" Heysha asked. "Where
will he sleep?"
"Where else?" Lukas asked. "One of the spare
rooms. Our house is big enough."
They left the hospital a few moments later in
Jason's car. On the way to his house, Savak could only wonder what lay ahead
for him. He had lost the trail. Would he ever find the pack now?
To be continued...