A Savage Reward

"How strong is the old one you speak of?"

'My old one is very strong, but the ancient ones are king.'

"Describe these ancient ones you keep mentioning," I said as I pondered on the power structure of this Lower World.

'I know from my old one there are many ancient ones in the world, they are king. Even the strong old ones have to run or prostrate when in their presence,' said Chubs with a hint of reverence for the ancient ones.

I pointed up to the Pterodactyl soaring in the sky.

"Is that an ancient one?" I said.

'No, that's an old one,' said Chubs, shaking his head.

I got confused when he described the Pterodactyl as an old one; it was a different species than him. These savage beasts were stranger than I originally thought.

'We dignify old ones. Some are friendly while many are not. That old one is a friend of my old one. He told me to come here while he was being chased by the ancient one,' said Chubs.