RDM RP Page #11
Minutes more passed before Erador touched down on the infirmary's landing terrace. Erindor frowned as he dismounted, the source of his discontent was the sun. It was yet again being claimed by the gray expanse of clouds unleashing their pent up loads in a chilly downpour. The rider shook his head, spraying water from his ebony hair, his wet war boots making squeaking noises on the polished white marble floor. Erador followed his rider and brother back to the room where Malias resided, where both saw the small group gathered. "Comrades," Erindor greeted warmly, "I hear there was a miracle just performed. I wanted to see the outcome for myself." He stopped at the doorway to the room, "tell me, how is Malias?"
Drazon rumbled deep in his chest and went to go to his eggs and his mate.
Before anyone of the group could speak of Malias's condition, the Elf awoke and tried to sit up, holding himself of the slight pain that still resided. He sat back against the bedrail, looking at Erindor and Erador with a weak smile which was then interrupted by a grimace of pain, but Malias still persevered with a smile. "I am all right," he answered for the healers who were speechless at what strength Malias had come to muster at that time. His eyes were dimmed in a tired way, doing his best to stay awake for his visitors. He hoped that they would stay awhile. Stripped of his white tunic, he laid his bare arm upon his lap and the others could see that he was no longer wrapped in the bandages. He covered his mouth when he coughed, his eyes closed in a bit of pain that followed behind.
Illatrius turned to her partner with a calm expression defining her dragon face. "In a few weeks, the eggs should hatch." The dragon was quite pleased at that thought while she looked back upon the memories of being a hatchling herself.
Drazon nodded and nuzzled her cheek.
Illatrius nuzzled him in return and cuddled up against Drazon's scaley chest. Sleep soon took her in the moment that made her comfortable to slumber.
Drazon stretched a wing over her and a wing over the eggs, protecting both.
Illatrius never felt so safe.
Theria let her dragon roam the floor of the cave while it continued to squeak. It didn't anoy her or Illatrius because it was like music to them both. Theria laughed as she watched the joy within the little one's eyes.
"Why won't it stop!" Enrias shouted, still holding his ears.
Theria gave out a short sigh, looking at the dragon with a smile. "Ar'rias...can you please be quiet for a mement?"
"Okay..." the little dragon replied to her through his mind. She was greatly startled.
"He just spoke!" she shouted happily when the hatchling quieted down.
Amrevar entered the castle, gazing at Mavria with a slight smile, but it faded. “Mavria, I have…something for you,” Amrevar said without returning smile. Once she came to him from the castle entryway, he took both her hands and cupped them together in his; Mavria felt a soft touch within them. He allowed her to open them and when she did, there was a gorgeous, white rose flowering open. It was so beautiful, her eyes glittered in joy as tears streamed down her face. Amrevar held her close. “Mavria…” His beloved was speechless. “Don’t follow my ways… they will only destroy you…It is my fault for…trapping myself in this dark world…that I cannot escape… It is my fault that you have to go through this…Forgive me…” Amrevar whispered coolly.
“I forgive you,” Mavria forgave as Amrevar stepped back and held onto her arms. He stood straight as he looked upon her with dimmed eyes of desolation.
“Thank you…” he thanked faintly. “Continue to be the loving person that you are…Don’t let hate overtake you like it did me.” Then he smiled at her so it would give the moment some warmth. “Come…” Mavria nodded and followed him into the stone chambers.
Erindor strode easily into the room with a smile. He put a gentle hand on Malias' shoulder, "please, don't waste your strength Malias." He motioned towards a chair in the room with his arm and hand. Seconds later the piece of furnature skirted over the floor without grazing the marble before coming to rest behind Erindor, who sat upon it. Erador snaked his head into the room laying it beside Erindor while the rider ignored the curious stares from the chair that levitated by itself. "Tell me Malias, tell me of your brother." He knew it was a touchy subject, but perhaps it would be better if more people knew their nemesis a little better.
-"Speak with your mind to save strength.-"
Malias caoughed before he spoke to them.
"five thousand years ago, Amrevar wasn't the way he was now...He was once an Elf as loving and kind as our mother... Once, my father Dravescar found out that...Amrevar inherrited the Shadow dragon transformation from father... he was chosen to be taught under the dark arts..." Malias thought to them before another cough came from his mouth.
"He...he had no choice. He was forced to commit evil and the first time he ever killed was when he was fourteen. Amrevar was reluctant to do the things his father did, but he ended up loving it and living by it until now... Dravescar concealed Amrevar within the darkness, unable to do good, but if he did...de was severily punished, being forced into his shadow dragon form. When Dravescar left the Dark Empire into Amrevar's hands at twenty-seven, my brother fell in love with an woman named Mavria...Together they ruled for four thousand years. Then, exactly eight years ago, his love gave birth to Theria...but sadly...after that time. Amrevar was punished for loving both Theria and Mavria...he was forced into his shadow dragon form and accidentally killed Mavria... It was that very same form he was forced into four weeks ago...he was killed then and I brought him to life with the last of the spirit dragon blood... After Mavria's death, he was so heartbroken...and he hated himself for what he did...he used his magic to preserve her body and waited for two years to at last obtain the blood of the spirirt dragon...he revived her...and Mavria forgot about her daughter during the long time she was...gone... and she left him for fear that it would happen again... Ever since then...Amrevar was changing from dark...to darker... I don't know much about him now... He's not the once I once knew... I never understood why he hated me..." Malias at last ended with another severe cough that brought him a slight pain. He thought for some moments to clear his thoughts.
Erindor was quite pensive from the words his ears had drank in. He sat with both elbows on his knees, his hands together below his chin in thought. Looking a moment at his brother, a revelation struck him,
-"Erador...didn't you say that Amrevar is what he is because of an external evil? Or something to that extent."- The dragon raised his head off of the floor and looked Erindor eye to eye.
-"I did...I was thinking the same. I trust Malias' word on Amrevar, so this is not mere theory."- Erindor took a sigh, held it, and breathed it out slowly with a hiss.
-"Malias...its not your brother we're battling...its, your father."- He paused, eyes brightening, -
"Dravescar is using Amrevar as a shroud, a shield to deflect harm onto him and still get his heinous deeds of evil accomplished."- -"Amrevar is but a pawn..."- said Erador, completing Erindor's thoughts.
"I know..." Malias said sadly, looking up at the cieling once more. "I still have some strength left...please. Take me outside... I need to see Illatrius." The sorrow for his brother left him for the moment. He wanted to see Illatrius now that he felt strong eough to stand on his own; he just needed someone to aid him in walking. Marthril handed him his tunic which he placed on before he tried getting up. His son aided him up and Malias used the wall to keep himself on his feet.
Amrevar led Mavria into the stone chambers, with the stables for his destination. When the entered the stables, there was now a pure white horse, sitting within one of the stalls. He ushered Mavria in and came in behind her. He laid his hand gently on the horse's side as he thought. "Mavria...when all goes ill for you... or when I am in my dark form... take this horse... Take Starlight and ride her to Sar'dan..."
Mavria nodded in reply as she peered down at the straw floor. She didn't know what to say. "But..." Then she looked up at him with worry.
“Many things have changed since you left, Mavria… Too much has… Drazon left… The castle in mangled…I am mangled… our daughter is with Malias for protection…All I have left is you…and the throne,” Amrevar said in despair.
“I am not worried,” Mavria said calmly. “Now that I remember her…Theria needs to be with her uncle…you made the right choice though…It would have been difficult for me to let her go.”
“Has it been the only right choice I’ve made…? But yes…Theria is now a Dragon Rider…and will be trained under the mastership of Malias…I hope she has the courage to end me…” Amrevar said, he was feeling the sorrow within. “Yet…I know she will.”
“Don’t say that! She has been with you most of her life… Amrevar, she will have mercy…” Mavria said quickly.
“Not after what I did to Malias… Not if she forgets me,” he replied sorrowfully as he turned and began to walk away, but Mavria halted him when she laid a hand on his shoulder.
“What happened to you…? She could never forget that you are her father, Amrevar. She still loves you…” Mavria looked at him with a greatly worried face. She couldn’t bear to see him like this; she knew that he was never like this years before when she left. Mavria wondered what was happening to him, she hated seeing him this way.
Amrevar continued walking towards the door that led out of the stables. “We shall see…” He stopped when some idea came to him. He needed to practice swordplay. “Mavria…would you care to spar?”
“Of course,” Mavria replied, “but where? Here?”
“Indeed… but we shall spar in the room differing the door that leads into these stables ” Amrevar said calmly as he looked back at her and smiled. “You should know your way… I will join with you once I am finished…”
“Finished with what?” she asked.
“You shall see…Now, go on ahead of me…” Amrevar left the stables with Mavria close behind him. He left the chambers after watching Mavria enter the room; He made his way for Mavria's room. He then left the room with a smile upon his lips, he did something to the room. Amrevar closed the door behind him and now as he walked away, he seemed to be more cheerful. He walked into the shadowed entryway to the stone chambers as he closed his eyes in thought. He entered the room Mavria had walked into, smiling. She saw his smile and she felt warm with bliss. "Are you ready?"
"Yes," she answered with a smile as she drew her white-hilted sword.
Amrevar nodded. "Good..." He swung his sword only to be parried by his beloved. He grinned with amusement, watching her smile. They enjoyed the time they had with each other. Amrevar pointed out some things to help Mavria in her fighting. He hoped she would be strong enough one day to protect herself from Dravescar; it was his worst fear for her to die in his hands. The Dark Lord growled at that terrible thought. Suddenly, Mavria slipped back when Amrevar was pushing his sword against hers to gain an advantage; he fell over on top of her and became calmly startled by the moment, listening to her laugh. He kissed Mavria passionately, with closed eyes, upon her lips and she enjoyed every moment of it. Amrevar got up, helping Mavria to her feet and she blushed; Amrevar felt a bit embarrassed himself as he laughed and hugged her tightly. Mavria hugged him in return as she rested her head upon his shoulders. Before she knew it, she was lifted up and cradled in her love's arms as he spun her around. She couldn't help but laugh, her white gown sparkled in the candlelight while it gracefully flailed when he spun her; she felt like she was dancing in the pale moonlight. Amrevar laughed joyfully with her, enjoying the moment like it was his last. He set Mavria down when he halted, but she fell from being dizzy when she tried to stand on her own two feet. Amrevar helped her up with a slight laugh and sat down against the wall; Mavria sat down with him, laying her head upon his shoulder once more and closing her eyes. Amrevar wrapped his right arm around her, holding his love close to him. His smiled faded when he looked away from her in thought, but when he looked upon her face, his smile returned. He loved to see Mavria smile.
"You heal quickly Malias," observed Erindor standing up. Erador backed his head out of the room to allow Erindor to come to Malias' side. "It'll be easier if you ride Erador and move about that way instead of pushing yourself. You've made and excellent recovery as yet, but driving yourself only retards the healing process and I won't have that." Erador snorted twin puffs of black smoke, followed by a disgruntled growl. Erindor helped Malias traverse to the door of the room before he looked up at his brother,
-"what vexes you Erador?"-. The dragon took a glance down at his rider, his expression and body langauge not giving any hints. His only communication however was a series of mental images. Erindor frowned sadly, comprehension spreading; Erador was saddened by the subjects of the mental slideshow, or their lack thereof.
-"Talk to me later, as for now, let us get Malias to his dragon, Illatrius, safely. As is our duty.-" Erador straightened, nodded, then lowered his immense body to the floor, armour on his belly uttering metallic groans. Having the saddle three and a third yards closer to the floor allowed it easier for all to get the weakened Malias into the saddle. "Unless of course, if you'd prefer some other means of seeing Illatrius..." said the rider, addressing Malias.
"What other way is there?" Malias asked serenely. "I was going to call her once I got outside of the infirmary."
-"Malias, I would like to point out that she's worn out from last night's battle and worrying about your injuries. I have a strong feeling that it would be more comfortable if you were to visit her-" observed Erador. "Sar'dan can go without its leader for some time. Besides, if any trouble were to arise, we'd have you back within a quarter of an hour," added Erindor with a merry hint in his words.
"Yes... you are right. Thank you," Malias said in understanding. He felt like he couldn't wait to see Illatrius; it seemed like forevor since he had last seen her.
"Very well, seeing as we're all anxious to get moving again, lets not tarry further," said the rider bounding up to the saddle and strapping in. "It'll be simple to get you up here, just...don't move, much." Erindor paused and took a breath, "rïsa, Malias." Magics gently picked the elf lord off of the floor, and placed him on the saddle behind the rider. Erindor blinked at the small wave of fatigue, a simple spell made only more tiresome by his allready exhausted energy. "One last thing before I leave it here...
Gath sem unikt un lam iet," he breathed, causing the his black battle tunic to rise off the floor some distance behind them and travel to his hand. Erador stood and began striding towards the infirmary doors as Erindor put his tunic back on. "If you please Malias, use the leg straps, to prevent any further possibility of injury on your part."
Malias only nodded with a calm laugh. "Of course," he said, strapping himself in with the leg straps. Then his smile faded when he looked at Erindor, feeling like something was wrong. "Something troubles you Erindor. What is it?"
Erindor turned halfway around in the saddle. It's long, two seater design allowing him to do so with a comfortable distance between Malias and him. "You are observant Malias." He sighed, "the thing that troubles me vexes Erador more. However because of the mental link we share, that every rider and dragon shares, we divide the emotion equally." Coming out into the landing terrace outside of the infirmary, it was quite apparent that the weather had not impoved much. A damp humid chill hung in the fresh rain scented atmosphere. Erador strung for take-off. "You'd have to ask Erador what troubles us both, as it is not for I to reveal."
"I understand, Erindor," Malias said as he looked up at the gray sky; he wondered why it had been so gloomy out. Then he turned his gaze to Erador.
"Erindor told me that I had to ask you instead... What is wrong?" Malias seemed greatly concerned about Erador and what was bothering the dragon must be something great.
The large dragon surged into the air. His powerful wings beating the wind mercilessly in strong, even beats.
-"I heard what Erindor said, dragons have better hearing than the average dog."- Erador paused in his words, and glided along for a short time more.
-"Occasionally when I have a free thought, my mind wanders to those not present, those far away.- He sighed and took a few wing strokes,
-"in more detail, I miss my sons, that is all.-" Erindor sighed, family was Erador's Achilles’ heel.
"I am sure that you will see them again, Erador...One day you will that I am positive," Malias said with a smile.
"I hope you do.
An uncharacterist
ic purr like rumble vibrated through the dragon. -"Thank you for your kind words Malias. That one day will be when this war is over. Family is my only true weakness, that's why they're in some far off lands from here, to where no man has ever travelled."- Erador banked a slight left, lining them up with the enterance of Illatrius' cave, still some distance away. -"But, such thoughts of worry and remorse have no place in these times, they have their place later. As for now, emotional control is the key."-
"You are welcome, Erador," Malias replied. "and yes... you are correct... yet it is still difficult to hold back such feelings... Especially if you fight against your brother in war... So many things have happened these past few months that it is unreal..." Malias slowly shook his head in deep thought about what has happened so far during the war.
-"I could not live with fighting against my brother. Either I'd force amends, or fail and perish from my own actions. Its not something that I could live with, for that, you have strength Malias."- Erindor smiled at the obscure compliment for him in Erador's words. The armour clad dragon tilted his gliding wings against the wind slightly, slowing their approach for a smooth landing at the mouth of Illatrius' cave. Erador beat his wings thrice, providing to move enough air to have them drop to the earth lightly. Striding into the cave, Erador turned sideways near Illatrius and Drazon to allow a shorter distance for Malias to have to walk. "Are you strong enough Malias? Or would you have me assist you in getting down from the saddle?" asked Erindor.
Malias looked at Erador calmly. "I am still failing..." Malias said to Erador with a sigh. Then he turned to Erindor and smiled. "I am all right. Thank you." Malias undid the leg straps and made his way down form Erador with ease. He stepped down to the ground below as he called for Illatrius wthin his mind to hers. She came out of the cave, watching Malias to make sure he was okay.
"Is everything alright, Malias?" she asked with a bit of concern in her voice.
"I am fine," Malias replied with a smile. "But what about yourself?" Malias came to his dragon with light steps, but nearly fell though his dragon was there to catch his fall and he held onto her neck with a slight laugh. "Forgive me, Illatrius. I am still a little weak from this morning." He stood upright, looking into her joyful eyes.
"It is alright, dear one," she replied with bliss. "I am fine as well. It is good to see you on your feet again...even though you still have a bit of a problem walking."
Erindor smiled when he saw the display. It was proof that there was still good left in this war. Sometimes it just all blended together. A bass rumble came from Erador's belly, -"Alas,-" he said openly, -"I think it wise that I go hunting...would you join me Erindor or I could share my prey with you."- "I would love to hunt with you Erador, but I've seen too much of killing in the past twelve hours to have much of a stomach after some more of it." The dragon stood and frowned, polished armour plates grating against each other with oiled rasps, -"Very well...I'll be back soon brother."-. With that, the armoured dragon took flight in search of lunch.
"Ugh...I'm exhausted," admitted Erindor, unstrapping Valourne with its scabbard from his back and sat upright against the cave wall. His eyelids felt as though there were lead weights on them. "Forgive me if I do slumber, Illatrius and Malias..." he said, in a half concious state.
"Sleep, Erindor. You need it after all that had transpired today," said Malias, peering down at Erindor. Then he pet his dragon and gazed out over massive city of Sar'dan.
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