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before sunrise, still in the sunglasses that hid my eyes, biker jacket and gloves that hid my arms, I rumbled the bike Maeve and I jointly named Clutch, through the gates of Falor.
     
    Around the village, great waterfalls of all sizes and power cascaded into rivers that ran down, around, and through Falor. Lush grasses rippled beneath the moonlight. Trees reached their fruit bearing branches high into the mists of the falls. Along every land bridge and dry mountain crevice, little homes were nestled deep inside the moonshadow as their inhabitants slept. Closer inspection revealed that a few homes had burned down along a Southern corridor that led down into a ravine. I started to investigate, when off to the North, a single light burned to life.
     
    I followed a cobblestone path that took me toward the new light. Slowly, I parked Clutch and made my way to the door. I was about to knock on the maroon tiger-face knocker when it opened, and on the other side, a boy no older than thirteen, held out a hand bearing a pale orange stone fragment.
     
    “Stay back, Street Viper.” He said, “Falor is under my protection. Get on your bike and leave now, or face the consequences.”
     
    “Whoa, easy there Slugger,” I said, taking a step back, “A guy named Largo sent me. He said you were having some problems.”
     
    “Nothing I can’t handle.” The squirt said determinately. “Now get back on that…” He paused after craning his head to look around me. He took one glance at Clutch and almost squealed. “That’s cool.” He gushed.
     
    Damn straight it was.
     
    “Want a ride?” I asked hoping to get him to calm down.
     
    He looked to me, and then to the motorcycle. He put his hand down and nodded. For a kid who should be worried about zits, homework, and girls, he wore the weight of worlds. He invited me into his home and made an amazing citrus tea for me. He admitted that he knew I was coming, but it wasn’t him who sent for me, rather one of the village elders. He had been named Falor’s new protector, but it seemed there were some who were having issue over the appointment, and so that’s why Largo was called. I couldn’t blame them. He was little more than a boy. I mean I wasn’t the oldest rooster to strut this side of the henhouse, but he had no business being, what essentially was, a sheriff.
     
    I guzzled tea by the pot, while he told me about the attacks from a couple nights ago. There had been a raiding party made of fast cars, bikes, and semi-trucks from the South end where the homes had been burned. It sounded exactly like Street Vipers. The gang was led by two men. One just seemed like another Viper douche, but the other was described as being covered in oily metal skin, he had one hand twisted by the disturbing metal, the other was some kind of bionic claw welded to him, just above the wrist.
     
    He said they were demanding access to the caves. That’s one of the big no-no’s around there. Apparently, the caves under the waterfalls were something of a big deal. They were supposedly home to scattered tombs and hidden artifacts, meant to be hidden away, especially from power mad maniacs like Street Vipers.
     
    We took a walk out in the darkness to survey the damage. He asked if it would be better to wait until sunup so I could get a better look, but I just smiled and told him it was fine. I know he thought I was odd for having kept my glasses on, but I didn’t care. I wanted to keep my secret safe for as long as I could. I know it’s a bit like a child feeling hidden because they cover their own eyes with their hands, but I would be happy to live in the fantasy for as long as it would let me stay. As they say: “Ignorance is bliss.”
     
    I saw where the Vipers rumbled in through a sandworm garden, and tore up another patch of field. About ten homes were lost, as well as their version of the neighborhood convenience store. I asked if anybody was hurt or killed during the raid. He said