The King of the Nation of the Black Spear was never alone, even when he was physically by himself, he still had the collective memory of countless generations of his peers in his head. Usually he called on them for advice or some long lost knowledge, otherwise they said nothing. Since the army of the Black Spear had held the celestial battlefield for decades now and had been victorious in three challenges the old men in his head wouldn’t shut up.
Every one of them had a view or an opinion that had to be expressed, or worse a brag about who was responsible for the winning moves in any of the victories.
Respecting your Elders was one thing, but this was getting out of hand.
He often wondered if it would be any use sticking a dagger up his nose and doing some cranial clean out.
At least he knew of one way to get rid of them without taking one of the Shaman’s toxic smelling mind blockers.
The King was heading towards a large heavily fortified gate cut into a huge rock face.
As he approached the gate slowly swung open and as if synchronized, was completely open by the time the King arrived as not to keep him waiting.
Inside the rock wall, which on entry revealed itself to be a large animal pen was a seat made of the same material as the wall. On this seat, in the centre of the enclosure sat a creature. . The creature was humanlike in body – though of giant proportions but on its shoulders was the head of a Mammoth.
“Oh no” The King started to hear protests building in his mind.
“I’m gone, I can’t bear this”
“Sad, unnatural and pathetic”
This chorus of insults faded rapidly the closer he got to the beast.
The Beast rose up from its chair and bowed its head to the King.
The King grabbed hold of the beast’s head with his two hands and rubbed its bristly-haired scalp.
“Who’s a good boy hey?, Who’s a good boy Gha- Ri?”
The beast lifted its mighty head and grabbed the King around his waist with its massive hands and placed him on an ornate covered litter high on his neck between its large elephant ears.
“Come on Gha- Ri let’s ride” The King cried and let out a few “Whoop whoop” type noises.
Gha- Ri the massive Mammoth started running around the pen scooping up a giant mallet as ran and used it smash boulders.
“Hit that one Gha- Ri, yes, good boy” the King called out.
Gha- Ri let off a trumpet noise of triumph and was obviously enjoying himself as much as the King.
Suddenly the King’s senses went into overdrive and he used his powerful arms to indicate to the Bullrock to stop.
Above, the clouds were moving far too quickly and became as black as death.
The King’s heart soared, as he knew what was coming.
Words of flame appeared within the clouds and they were addressed to him.
“That’s it for now my faithful beast, playtime is over. We have been summoned to the Great field of battle and our destiny”
The Bullrock with what could only be described reverent respect, removed his King from the litter and placed him on the ground.
“To glorious battle” the King cried and almost immediately the voices in his head returned to offer advice.