The Thing in the Sky slowly shifted its prisoners to the side as it trained it countless eyes upon a figure below. A tiny speck atop one of the rounded houses appeared to be the source of the disturbance.

As it stared the speck seemed to grow larger. Eventually, it saw details, a sharp horn set above a mouth baring great sabers, a cape of emerald wings with pools of milk in the swallow tails flared to its sides. Natural patterns adorning them. Twisted yellow cloth crowned his head and neck, between which scowled six eyes.

It took a moment for the Thing to realize he had not grown, nor had he come closer. This being had plucked him from the sky without a sign of strain upon his features.

More eyes appeared, tens of thousands perhaps, each training upon and demanding new angles of this small creature.

"Greetings from the Medley," His voice was soft and gentle, deep as the sea, and warned of storms just as terrible. "I am Max Dehoby, leader of the Medley. You've inconvenienced my Mur, and taken some prisoner. Give them back."

It was not a request. The Thing obediently lowered its tendrils and settled its prisoners upon separate rooftops. It also settled the broken fighter onto the streets below, where soldiers and sheriffs were straining their neck in terror and awe.

"Thank you," the Nicmur was courteous, but his voice was unchanged. "Now let me tell you how it's going to work from here on out... remove your tentacles from my sight."

The fleshy appendages retracted swiftly.

"There will be no more mystery," he continued. "I held the moon at bay. It was many times greater than you to hold. I built the mountain upon which my palace sits. You are a stone by comparison. I dug the Well of the Magi. I could drown you within it. Do not test me, and I will not destroy you."

The Thing made no sou d, but Max felt it understood.

"Now... tell me why you're here."

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Max has arrived. An important character in my book, and he is not playing.

Enjoy!