RDM RP Page #10
Amrevar exited his room and came down some somber hallway that only added more memories to the Dark One's mind. He came to a flight of stairs, traveling down his mind was restless with thought. He was hoping that soemday he could do the right thing; to make a good choice. When he came from the stairs to another hallways, he followed that which led to the throne room. He heard the sound of the castle doors open and he rushed in only to see someone he didn't expect.A long brunette haired Elven woman stood exhausted in the entryway, she seemed desperate; Amrevar's eye grew wide and his mouth slightly opened in shock. She had white cat ears and a long tail just like Theria. She wasn't supposed to be here... she then looked up at him and dashed to meet him.
"Mavria!" Amrevar shouted as his love for her took over. She hugged him and he held her close to his chest; they both didn't want to let go. Amrevar laid his hands on Mavria's shoulders and peered into her eyes..." Why have you returned? I thought…"
"I was wrong..." It was the only thing she could say for the moment as tears fell from her eyes. She knew it was him even though what he looked like made him look as if he was someone else. She knew his voice. "It was a mistake..."
"Let me go and prepare a room for you, Mavria...You must be weary," Amrevar said with a calm smile, yet he had never been so blissful since the day Drazon had hatched.
"I would like that," she replied as she looked up at him and smiled, but then she slightly laughed.
"Very well," Amrevar replied as he looked at her. She was so beautiful. He quickly left her and Mavria looked around.
"So much has changed... Amrevar is different... Has my leaving changed him?" she wondered calmly.
"How do you know this..?" the Starlight dragon asked as she turned her head to look upon the emerald dragon; her eyes were filled with wonder. Her mind pondered on the thought of the light of good having a small presence within the Dark One. "It can't be possible... Though... I respect my rider's efforts."
Erador blinked slowly, a confident and knowing grin tugging at his emerald studded cheeks, "Illatrius, anything and everything is possible. Its the perspective that changes the world. Perspective is the world, and yet, its the worlds inside the world. Stretchting on infinitely with infinite beating strands of light. Take a chance and pluck one, and that one vibration changes the rest of the world's song." He closed his eyes while chuckling behind a wry smile.
Opening them again he answered her first question, "how do I know this? a few time learned resources. The above mentioned...lo
gic, wisdom, and an overall insight, well...more of a feel for what the worlds of light and dark do. One thing I cannot explain, is how that I've the sense to sense the world's energies. Not in focus, its like a blurry painting who's colours shift. Each tiny pigment represents a facet of this reality, studying the movements and identifying the specks create a vauge map for the mechanics of balance."
Illatrius only nodded in response as she felt weary of the situation at hand. She sighed and yawned when sleep almost overtook her. "I hope Malias is all right..." she said as she shifted in her resting spot. "Drazon! I'm supposed to return to the cave...Excuse me, Erador. I must leave for the caverns." She got up and headed towards the large doors but immediately halted in her steps. "Please...come get me when Malias awakes..." She looked back at Erador with a tired look.
"I shall then do so if you bid me by your wish. Malias will recover, now go to Drazon and your hatchling." He stood, "and Illatrius, all will be as it should be. May peace be within you."
"Thank you and may peace be with you also," Illatrius as she bowed in a dragon fashion. When she exited through the doors, she flapped her wings and took off into the bright sky.
Erindor watched the white dragoness go into the new day. The morning light however revealed the extent of the night's tragedy. He leaned against the terrace railing, putting his head in his hands. -"Come along brother, you need rest."- Said Erador's signature voice in his troubled mind. The rider walked through the infirmary doors, he didn't like how empty this floor was, knowing full well that the lower floors of the infirmary were filled with soldiers. This top level was for dragons and their riders.
Erador curled up in one of the last rays of sun before the gray sky took the light again. Erindor stepped over Erador, having to climb and jump down in several spots before he made it to that natural hollow a dragon makes when curled up. Erindor undid his hot tunic and armour, setting them to the side and rested against Erador's belly sitting up, sleep taking him soon after. Erador's clear-cut malachite eyes did not waver from those doors where Malias resided.
Drazon was within the cave, inspecting the new one.
Illatrius landed beside her partner within the cave with a mournful expression. She just came to the eggs and laid beside them, trying to fall asleep from the turmoil that transpired during the night.
A healer left from within the room and leaned back against the wall while his face showed his weariness. He had been up all night tending to the wounds of others, before Malias had been brought in earlier. He feared for hid lord. He gave out a sigh while the light gleamed on his long blonde hair. His white clothes were stained with small drops of blood which he had not wished they were there.
Erador's gaze bored into the exhausted healer, observing everything. -"What is the word healer?"- the armour clad emerald dragon asked quite purposefully.
"We have done all that we can..." he replied as he gave out a deep breath. "My father will be alright... He is resting now and the rest of the healers are doing a last bit of work... I've never seen him like this..." The Elf's voice seemed troubled. "Whoever did this... is going to pay for it... I don't think my father is going to be able to fight anymore... Do you know what happened to him?" he asked.
Erador was pushing exhuastion, but he pushed his mind to stay sharp for a time more. -"I'm afraid that, the evils within Amrevar did this, with both magic and the point of a supernatural blade. You've probably not encountered many burns from electricity have you?" The dragon sighed and stood carefully, letting the sleeping Erindor wake gently, -I wish to see Malias."-
"No...it is a rare thing to see...Yes, you may see my father... If you say electricity... and an unnatural blade... He will have to suffer the aftermath of the wound for the remaining of his life... He might not be able to ride Illatrius...but we shall see..." he replied as he opened the doors to his father's chamber. "Why is it always Amrevar," he growled angrily.
"Because we hurt the ones closest to us the most. The two may be contrasting in their ways, but they are still brothers. Amrevar just doesen't want his brother's help I'm guessing," said a weary Erindor, leaving his tunic and torso bare as he walked beside Erador to enter the room that Malias now lay in recovery in. A single shaft of light from above bathed the bed that Malias rested on in a calmingly warm light in the circular marble room. Erador couldn't fit his body through the door, so instead snaked his head into the room with his long neck. Erindor looked down upon Malias, he could see the remains of a cold sweat from a high temperature from before. "What has fate dished you with now my friend," he said looking upon Malias' resting face.
Erindor put his hand to Malias' clammy forehead, and spoke with low, meaningful tones, "Atra gülai un ilian taught ono un atra ono waíse sköliro frá rauthr." -"Let luck and happiness follow you and may you be shielded from misfortune," echoed Erador. Erindor felt the power leave him, the magics flowing to complete the blessing. He released his hand, it trembled only a little and became steady again. "Be well Malias, may this be a lesson to us all." With that, rider and dragon, brothers, left to inform Illatrius of Malias's recovery, and to leave the Lord of Sar'dan in peace.
Drazon waited till his mate had fallen asleep then flew off to confront Amrevar.
The Lord of Sar’dan awoke after he felt a familiar presence, but Malias was too afraid to open his eyes for fear that what he had thought before he passed out had been true. Then he realized where he was when he felt the soft feel of the bed beneath him and the white blanket that covered his wounded body below his chest. The Elven Lord still hadn’t completely recovered. He opened his eyes only to see the white stone ceiling above him. He didn’t speak, for every breath he took was painful and strained. He felt a feeling of failure and shame for falling to defeat upon the battlefield, but when he heard a cry of sheer victory outside, he felt somehow comforted by knowing that the battle was won even after he fell. A tear strode down the side of his face when memories of the battle came to him in fearful images; it was like a nightmare made real to haunt him. One could say that Malias was more wounded in spirit than that of his own body. Terribly injured in willpower, he gazed at the ceiling in constant thought. He closed his eyes to rest, but was interrupted in the attempt by a severe cough that brought more pain and blood that seeped from the side of his mouth. The taste of his own blood was terrible and brought him despair in his own world that he created within his conscience to separate himself from the world that agonized him.
A dreadful pain struck him and did his best to endure it; he didn’t try to move despite the fact that he wished he could, but the pain kept him from moving. It paralyzed him. He gave out a cry of pain when it hit him for the second excruciating time, he felt like it was killing him from the inside out. He hated it; he hated greatly. Malias wanted so much to see Illatrius, for he hadn’t seen her since the time she laid beside him, protecting him on the battlefield after he fell. He wanted to thank her and also to thank the ones who brought him here, but had not an idea of who it might have been. He hoped a name would turn up soon.
He heard the voice of his wife as footsteps rang loud outside of the room; she passed Erindor and Erador. Her face filled with fret over her husband. When she heard his cry of pain, she came to his side and brought out a white cloth to wipe away the blood. “Why do these things always happen to you…” she said as she wiped away the remaining blood. She looked upon the cloths that were wrapped around Malias’ body to protect the wound, but grimaced when she saw the dried blood.
“Nasayla…” Malias said weakly. “What happened…while I was out…?” She refused to answer as she folded the cloth to a clean side and wiped his forehead, Malias could sense her worry. He persisted for an answer to how things have been since he fell, but she shushed him.
“No, Malias…Silence. You need the rest… Don’t speak,” Nasayla replied when she stood up. She could hear the rain begin to fall upon the building
After Amrevar was finished with preparing Mavria's room, he told her he was going out to enjoy the cold rain. He thought perhaps it could clear his mind of past events. He wished he could turn back time and fix all that he had done for the best, but he knew he didn't have that kind of power. He stepped outside of his castle, staring up at the falling rain and feeling every drop that fell upon him. It somehow brought him relief, he needed to be soothed from the troubles he placed upon himself. He hoped that Malias was doing alright...he didn't want his brother dead; it was now his worst fear.
Rain lashed at Erindor's face as he and Erador glided over the rain soggy lands below. Upon reaching their intended destination, Illatrius's cave, Erador dropped altitude and glided into the cave's mouth. Water cascaded off of his armour and scales, he didn't bother stopping to let Erindor off, he had a duty to tell Illatrius of the news. The large emerald dragon took a sphinx sitting position a ways from the sleeping Illatrius. -"Illatrius, wake, I have news of your rider, Malias."-
Illatrius's eyes instantly opened and turned to her visitor. She sat up with a great interest in the news they were about to tell her. "Is everything alright?"
Erindor took the moment to jump down from the saddle and sit cross-legged on Erador's forepaw. A wry, sad smile spread on Erador's face, "Malias will live, and he's concious and talking. From what the healer, his son, has told us, he might be physically disabled...to the extent that he may be troubled with pains for the rest of his years, and likely cannot battle at your side Illatrius." His words were sad, soft and kind. Erador hung his head and sighed, "he wishes dearly to have you by his side, but you cannot leave your nest alone." Erindor had a thought, "Illatrius, if you're willing, would you allow Erador and I to watch your nest while you visit Malias?"
Illatrius gasped with terror. "Yes! Please watch over the nest! I have to visit my rider," Illatrius replied quickly without hesitation and a tear fell to the ground.
Theria gasped as well. "My uncle is hurt!? Take me with you, Illatrius! Please!" she pleaded in desperation.
"I will, little one. Climb on," Illatrius said as the young girl picked up her dragon that squeaked in alarm. She climbed onto illatrius's sadlle and made herself comfortable. "You allright up there, dear one."
"Yes," Theria replied with a hint of sorrow in her voice.
The brothers watched them leave, and Erador moved towards the nest, covering it with a large verdant wing. Erindor propped himself up in a sitting posture against Erador's forearm. The rider sighed and closed his eyes. Black wet hair dripping water at its smooth, soggy ends.
Illatrius flew into the rain as Enrias watched them with distaste. "So the Lord of Sar'dan fell?"
Erindor opened his eyes and looked up and about, quickly finding the source of the question. He sighed, "Lord Malias has been injured in battle, but will live." He chuckled somberly, "you sound as though you thought Malias to be dead."
Drazon appeared in the skys above Amrevar, and roared his challenge.
"No..." Amrevar mutter when he saw the dragon flying up within the skies. "NO!" He fell to his knees and held his head in sheer anger. "Not now...not when all I ever wanted is with me..." He feared Drazon now, for he knew that his former dragon saught revenge for what he did to Malias and the egg.
Drazon roared and landed infront of him and shouted,".Get up oath-breaker! i demand your explaination for your defileation of my egg!" he said, not touching on the matter of malias.
Amrevar stood up and closed his eye with a deep breathe. "I did it for Theria and not out of my own desires..." It was the only thing he knew right to say. After all, he was being honest instead of being what others knew him as...self-seeking.
Drazon snarled and snapped at the air above his head,"You touch my eggs again and i will make sure you and your wife are dead."Drazon said as he flew off.
"I'm sorry..." Amrevar thought to Drazon, sadly. "It won't happend again...I give you my word, Drazon... I know how you feel...I shouldn't have done that..." He looked down at the ground with deep regret, but something kept back a tear nearly shed.
Illatrius arrived at the building, bringing young Theria and her dragon with her. When they were allowed into Malias's chamber, Illatrius stretched her neck in after Theria entered the room with the young dragon Ar'rias held securely in her arms. Her aunt Nasayla was still there tending to her husband's needs.
"Uncle!" she shouted as she ran to Malias's side. Malias stirred when he heard his niece's voice and brought up a smile, he seemed to be doing well.
"Theria," he said with a cough. "Where...were you?" He laughed behind his lips, but growled when the pain came soon after.
"I was in the cave with the dragons," Theria replied cheerfully. "Are you okay?"
"Yes...I should be fine,' Malias said weakly. "Thank you." Theria only smiled.
"Master...," Illatrius said, sadly. "I heard the news about your condition and immediately came...You...you might not be able to ride me again." A tear fell from her eyes as sorrow began to takes its toll on her once more in the dark hour.
Drazon returned from his conversation with Amrevar and stood next to his mate,"Are you well love?"
"I am fine," Illatrius said, trying to bring up a smile, but then turned to her master. "Thank you..."
"I know, Illatrius... I just wish... it wasn't so," Malias replied in grief.
Drazon touched his mates mind,"Illatrius...bring a healer skilled in magic...i have an idea."
She nodded and got Marthril, Malias's son. "He is a healer, Drazon. Marthril will prove worthy."
Marthril stood looking up at Drazon with astonishment, he never thought he would actually see the Dark Lord's former dragon.
Drazon looked at him,"Marthrill, place your hand on my side and draw upon my strength to heal him."
Marthril nodded as he placed a hand on Drazon's side, summoning the strength to heal his father. He laid his remaining hand upon Malias's stomach, his father's eyes closed with sleep. He closed his own eyes in focus when he fused his own energies with Drazon's and placed all the energy on Malias; a bright light emanated from the palm of his hand as the healer, son of the Elven Lord, began to heal Malias's body of the pain and the last of the fatal wound. It took some moments before their goal was completed and Marthril held onto his chest as his breath became bated from a loss of energy. He weakly smiled as he looked upon his father's body, the wound was gone when he took off the bandages of cloth. Malias's breath was smooth. Marthril looked up upon Drazon with a smile. "Drazon...thank you..."
Since her master was asleep, Illatrius decided to leave for her eggs. Taking the young girl Theria with her, she flew out into the sky when she left the building. The rain had subsided and beams of light broke through the cloudy sky. It gave her a feeling of warmth. She landed on the cliff's edge. Entering into the cavern, she had a smile on her lips. She seemed a bit more blissful since her sorrow passed away. Theria dismounted with her baby dragon and sat next to the cave wall. Enrias greeted them.
"Welcome back. you were gone for hours," Enrias laughed and both Illatrius and Theria smiled.
"Well...it took some time, but I know that Malias is much better than what he was before," Illatrius replied. "Thank you for the welcome and thank you Erindor and Erador for watching my eggs while I was gone."
Erador removed his wing that was laid over the nest to protect Illatrius' clutch and then stood. "The pleasure was ours, I love hatchlings," said Erador lowering his head and forebody in a bow. Straigtening he moved aside, striding to the front of the cave. "I assume all went well with Malias?" asked a curious Erindor catching up to Erador's huge strides.
"Indeed," Illatrius replied joyfully. "Drazon and Marthril did wonders to Malias's health, but I believe that Malias will still have to deal with slight pains that might keep him from fighting shape. I'm just glad he might get back on his feet soon. Visit him. You will see a great difference." Illatrius came over and laid by her eggs. Ar'rias squeaked with nonstop sqeaks that seemed to anoy Enrias.
"Make it stop!" he shouted, holding his ears shut, but the sound still came through. Theria didn't seem bothered by it at all. She just laughed in amusement. To her it was like the hatchling was singing, which...he really was.
-"I'm most heartened to hear of such miracle, we shall see him.-" replied Erindor in mindspeech, an alternative to yelling over the baby drag's singing. Erador stopped and gazed at the hatchtling, his eyes glazing over with fond memories. -"Shall we"- Erindor asked Erador while getting into the saddle. The reminiscing dragon shook his head, returning to the present and smiled, -"yes...of course. Illatrius, by your leave,- said the polished armour clad emerald dragon as it took to the rainy skies.
Clouds parted around the mid-morning sun, causing the fresh incoming light to be broken into countless colours by the falling rain. Oh, how beautiful this was to fly through. Erindor spread his arms to the sides, head hung back staring at the millions of multi-hued drops dropping to Earth from the gray skies above. He didn't mind the rain on his bare torso, he had left his war tunic in the infirmary a few hours prior. The dance of rain on his bare skin was invigorating, chasing away the hints of fatigue despite the fact that he was exhausted from last night's battle.
-"Enjoying yourself?"- queried Erador with amusement as Erindor laid back fully in the saddle, hands behind his head. "You could say that, wait Erador don'...! The final 't' in his sentence was choked off when Erador dove and corkscrewed through the air, whipping Erindor around until he was standing, only the saddle's leg straps holding him in. Water on the rider was spun off of him from the G forces, leaving a sparkling spiral swath of spun off water behind them. -"Spin dry!"- Erador rang out with his mind whilst letting a happy bugle escape from his maw. The large dragon squared up with the world again and glided towards Sar'dan. Erindor had a hand at his forehead form the bloodrush, -"spin dry?!"- he asked incredulously. "You just couldn't resist could you?!" exclaimed Erindor, laughter shadowing each word. -"No"- was the decevingly innocent reply. Erador couldn't fight back the grin that was tugging at his lips as laughter spread between their mental link.
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