RDM RP Page #14
Once they were a good distance from Sar'dan, the eastern sky was already growing grey with early morning light. "Where do you wish to be let off? If it is your wish, we can go straight into Mavenethar."
"Mavenethar is fine... I thank you both for aiding us..." Mavria thanked calmly before looking upon Amrevar who seemed to be angered. He hated himself for ever harming Malias at the last battle that took place within the walls of Sar'dan.
"You two are quite welcome, we're quite pleased that new trusts were able to have been made tonight." They carried on through the air for a time more, gliding on thermals whenever possible, and using the shadows of clouds to mask Erador's form. The dragon shifted his head to the right to look at Amrevar with a single glowing emerald eye. His following words to the drow elf were strictly between them,
-"Do not despair over past wrongs Amrevar, holding onto the past kills us. You have, and had allways have had good in you. Let that be your true strength, as it rightfully is. It takes two people to supress your inner light...two of our most powerful enemies, your soul is true light. Don't blame yourself for whom you have injured, because it wasn't you...observe those who control you, and put the blood that your sword has spilt in their hands...as it should be."-
Erador fell silent, letting Amrevar think over his words for a time. Mavenethar drew closer, just a half a league yet. The dragon began his descent, careful to stay out of range of any battlements that the dark city may have. "Amrevar...cou
ld you now ensure us safe passage, you cannot be seen from any angle on the ground past Erador," commented Erindor calmly, measuring the landing situation.
"Thank you, Erador... Your words comfort me in a way..." Amrevar thought to Erador calmly. Then he turned to Erindor with a smile. "Of course..."
-"I speak only the truth, its impossible for me to lie. Also impossible to make me talk however,"- the dragon added smugly dropping in towards the dark city. Erador glided over streets, homes, and buildings with mere yards to spare. Some of the cities early waking inhabitants yelped and found cover from the immense, armour clad, low flying dragon. -"Erador! stop playing!"- The dragon let out a happy bugle and pulled to a higher altitude. -"I was not"- his words were laced with an innocent laughter. Erindor shook his head admist a grin as his brother landed on the very steps to Amrevar's castle. "Your stop Amrevar and Mavria, I'm most heartened we could meet in peace. Farewell."
"Thank you," Amrevar thanked as he made his way off the dragon. He helped his wife down to the ground as a smile crossed his face. "Please tell Malias that we plan to let him take over the care for Za'nix after the child has become at least six... After that, we are not able to care for him... It would be impossible for me..."
"We understand...we shall tell him," responded Erindor with kind tones and eyes. -"Until our next encounter,"- "pray it let it be as good as this one." Erador prepared for takeoff, wings raising for the first downstroke. -"Goodbye Lord Amrevar, and Mavria..."- On that last note of parting, the dragon brought its wings crashing down on the air, its musclebound hind legs propelling its huge form into the dawn air. Erindor kept watch of Amrevar and Mavria until they were nothing but a pair of specks on the stairs of the dark city's castle.
Dawn broke, filling the sky with the fruitful colours of morning by the time Erador and Erindor and reached Sar'dan. "What is fate to have us play out now?" -"I do not know brother...but, with hope. With hope, It will bring new light like the sun rising over a cold tundra, a tundra that has felt none of the sun's warm kiss of light for five millenia."- "Lets also hope that you're right..." -"Whenever have I not been?"- responded Erador seriously, but with a mild hint of amusement.
They found Malias still in the courtyard, Erindor felt a tinge of guilt for having the lord been left there for so long. Landing with care, Erador strided over to the lord of Sar'dan to find him immersed in the garden's life. "Malias...all went well, Illatrius needs you, we'll take you there," said Erindor offering a hand down to Malias as Erador lowered his body to the marble.
"I am glad..." he said with a smile. "Please wait a moment before I leave with you... Illatrius wishes me to get my son... I shall be with you soon enough..." Malias left the gardens in search for Marthril. Once found, Malias brought him outside and the prince bowed in greeting.
"Good to see you Erindor and Erador," Marthril greeted with a warm smile. "It has been a while."
Rider and Dragon bowed their heads respectfully, both faces glowing with inviting smiles, "It has been some time, its agreeable to see you again as well" -"I as well."- "Well, very good then...Illatrius seemed to have you be with her as soon as possible, lets make that happen." Erindor offered his hand over the side of the saddle once again, "if you please..."
Marthril nodded before he took Erindor's hand and pulled himself up onto the saddle. Malias climbed up as well, seating himself behind his son. They both strapped themselves in with the leg straps. "Thank you for taking us," Marthril thanked calmly.
-"I'm going to have people give me some gold every time I shuttle them somewhere,"- Erador said quite privitely to Erindor, who grinned, attempting to choke back a laugh. Conquering his mirth with a mock cough, Erindor cocked his head to the side. "Not a problem," he said through a smile. -"I could be rich with some sort of ferry business...take a dozen some people here...have this whole route."- -"Erador, as much as its probably true people would pay a premium to have the pleasure of riding on you, your pride would crash into the way."- -"True..."- Erador agreed with a grin. The whole exchange had been private.
With no further time to loose, Erador launched from the courtyard, careful not to gouge the planters with his hind talons. His typical three wingbeats carried them into the air. At an easy pace, Illatrius' cave came into view in a quarter of an hour from Sar'dan. The dragon glided the last few hundred yards and landed at the cave's mouth, kneeling to make it simpler to get down from the saddle.
The two of the unstrapped themselves from the saddle before they got down to the ground. Marthril helped his father up who stumbled in the pain that returned after leaving the dragon. "You should be more careful," Marthril said calmly. "Especially in the condition you're in."
"I do my best, Marthril," Malias replied, but then he was greeted by a white and purple dragon that came rushing out of the cave.
Illatrius looked frightened and worry glittered in her eyes. "One of the eggs was stolen!" she cried and then roared in anguish. "Malias! We must do something!"
Erador felt his firey temper return to him, -"Stolen!? How?! Where's Drazon!?"- Erindor rushed over and put a calming hand on his brother's foreleg, -"calm...remember when Amrevar said something about Morac taking on of Illatrius' eggs..."- -"He's a suspect, but Drazon should have been looking out for the nest! As duty as a father...such a disgrace."-
"It was at night while we were at sleep... but please bring Marthril within our den. We have a gift for him..." Illatrius said before she left back into the cave. Marthril followed the dragon with his father and once he entered, he sat Malias against the cavern wall so he could rest from standing. Illatrius ushered the prince further and then smiled, trying to forget the great tragedy; then she beckoned for Enrias who came and stood beside Marthril. The white dragon laid the dark blue egg within Marthril's hands. "Here I have for you Zhenjai, Marthril... I trust that you shall take care of her... She will be a beautiful dragon and you will be her rider one day."
"Thank you so much, Illatrius... You don't know how much this means to me..." Marthril thanked with bliss.
"You are welcome, dear one... It is an honor to pass one of my eggs to the prince of Sar'dan, my riders son." Then Illatrius turned to Enrias, laying a black dragon egg within his hands. "Here, young one. I bestow upon you Bectalamec son of the great Drazon." She smiled joyfully.
"Thank you!" Enrias said happily. "Wow!"
"They will hatch very soon... just watch..." Illatrius said calmly.
The storm cloud of anger had blown away in Erador from winds of excitement. He loped into the cave slowly, Erindor just in front, "we don't wish to intrude...Erador jus-..." -"...he means to say that I love hatchlings, may we stay to watch?"-
"Of course you may stay and watch," Illatrius replied happily.
Theria watched the eggs carefully, hoping that she would be able to see them hatch. Her dreagon Ar'rias squeaked joyfully, but the squeak wasn't much of a squeak at all; it was slowly becoming a roar now since it had become much older.
Drazon came back into the cave,"They are hatching."
"Yes, they are, darling," Illatrius said with a smile.
Erador smiled at the eggs. His warm expression faded when his gaze moved to Drazon, -"you have some things to explain..."- his mental voice half growled. The emerald dragon returned his gaze expectantly to the eggs, prior joy returning.
With all eyes on the awaited hatchlings, the dark-blue egg starts to rock in Marthril's hands, a slight chirp coming from the inside of the egg every so often.
"It's hatching..." Marthril kneeled down, setting the egg upon the ground and waited for the egg to completely hatch. Enrias' black egg began to hatch as well; he set his egg down upon the cave's floor also, just waiting.
A crack starts to form along the side of the egg where Zhenjai is hammering at the inside of the egg. Suddenly the side of the egg starts to fall off, then the entire side of the dark blue egg chips off, and out tumbles the dark blue dragon. Zhenjai looks around, then focuses her eyes on Marthril, and gives him a happy new-hatchling squeak, as she attempts to walk towards him.
Marthril reached his hand out towards the young hatchling and pets it upon the head. Suddenly, a bright light emanated from the dragon, entering into his hand; a great pain movied up his arm causing him to growl slightly. He smiled as he looked upon the palm of his hand. "There... it is..." Peerong down at the small dragon, Marthril gave a warm smile as he rubbed his hand over its head. "Welcome to the world, Zhenjai." Enrias grunted, seeming a bit impatient for his egg to hatch. "Be patient, Enrias. Bectalamec will hatch in time."
Zhenjai smiles, the akward way a hatchling does, and stretches her wings, allowing them to start drying.
Marthril picked up the hatchling before he got to his feet. He continued to pet it until he heard something crack. Turning his head, he saw Bectalamec crawl out of his shell, haking its head wildly. It looked more like his father Drazon. Ar'rias, Theria's dragon, crawled up towards Bectalamec and greeted his younger brother with a squeakish roar. Bectalamec only squeaked. Enrias went to touch the dragon, but when he did, the same pain that Marthril had to endure, went through him as well, yet, he was too young to withstand its power and he passed out. His dragon squeaked wildly.
Enrias sat up when he awoke. "What was that..." He shrugged and then began to pet Bectalamec. "Wow..." Enrias couldn't believe that he had become a dragon rider and became to daydream of the things he might do when he got older, but then it was interrupted by his master who climbed up into the cave.
"So... I see that you've gotten your dragon, Enrias... You know what that means, right?" He asked calmly.
The boy stood up with his dragon held in his arms. "Yes, I know... When do we leave, Master Tegris?" Enrias wondered.
"Did I not say immediately?" Tegris asked. He crossed his arms and leaned back against the cavern wall.
"Yes..." Enrias gave out an irritated sigh.
"Then?" Enrias's master seemed to become quite impatient with him. Then Enrias gave his answer and Tegis left with a "Hurry up."
Walking towards the cave entrance, his dragon squeaked as he stared up at the cave's cieling and groaned. Once he got near to the cave's opening, Theria came running and hugged him from behind. "I'm going to miss you," she said, sadly. "I don't want you to go, but I know you have to, Enrias... I'm glad we could become friends." Then she smiled sweetly. "I can't wait to see you again..."
Enrias smiled. "I'm going to miss you too, Theria... I guess I'll see you in six months then, huh?" Theria nodded. "Bye then."
"Um... bye..." Theria replied with a wave as Enrias left the cavern. Tears filled her eyes as she watched him leave; she didn't want to wait six years before he returned. "Oh..." Ar'rias gave out a small cry and rubbed up against her leg. "I'll miss him..." he said sorrowfully. "Me too..." Theria replied to her young dragon and sighed.
Turning towards Theria, Marthril was petting his dragon, but was in wonder why Enrias had to leave for so long. "Why does Enrias have to be gone for six years, Theria?"
"He has to train..." Theria replied calmly.
"I see now... His trainer must have his reasons..." Marthril said as he continued to pet Zhenjai who he still held gently within his arms.
Drazon was ignoring all of the others, his attention fixed on one last egg that had refused to even make a sound.
Sighing, Illatrius looked upon the last egg. "Sadly... this little one won't hatch until she finds the one who she sees fit to be her rider... This one was for Daleer... but I haven't heard word from him..."
Drazon looked at his mate,"If Daleer dosent show up in a week, im going to remove the spell to make her a dragon rider pair and let her become wild as i am."
"Don't, Drazon... We must be patient..." Illatrius said calmly.
Following her husband into the dark castle, Mavria tried to hush the child she held in her arms. She then brought the child into her room as Amrevar waited in the throne room for her. When she returned, Mavria wrapped her arms around him with a smile on her beautiful face. "I hope all goes well for us in the future, darling..." She pressed her face into his chest as Amrevar held her close.
"I as well..." the Dark Lord replied, pushing the hair away from her face. "I shall be back... I need to get something for you..." Then he left for his room to search for something he thought that he truly needed.
Drazon looked at her,"For a while, mate."
"Alright..." Illatrius gave a deep sigh and laid down by the last of the eggs.
Drazon positioned himself near the cave opening and watched for any ohers who would disturb his mate.
Amrevar swiftly left the room when he heard the loud screams of his beloved. He growled when he saw his father, but a tears ran down the side of his face when he painfully witnessed a sword impaling his love in the chest. “Mavria!” Amrevar shouted as he dashed for his beloved’s side, catching her in his arms and cradled her wounded body in his trembling arms when he came down to his knees; he couldn’t bear to see Mavria in this state again. Tears escaped his eyes as his heart swelled with grief. He feared of losing her for the second time.
“I’m sorry,” she said with a weak smile, but Amrevar healed her wounds as he shushed her. She consisted to speak. “Don’t worry,” she continued when she laid her hand on the side of Amrevar’s face. “We shall meet again…I promise.”
“No… I promise you,” he assured her while he held onto her hand, gripping it tightly with dread for her. “I am sorry I was not here to save you… Forgive me…”
“It…is all right… It wasn’t your fault… I love you…” Mavria could taste his tears of sorrow that had shed from Amrevar’s eye.
“Nagi ash thee…” Amrevar grieved as he heard his love’s last breath. He stood up and carried Mavria to her room. The room was so beautiful and matched Mavria’s gorgeous personality, showing that of vibrant colors and shimmering white drapes that hung over the windows and her bed covered in a beautiful blanket of a fine silver fabric that glittered in the moonlight’s bright gleam which entered through the windows. Her pillow was a white, filled with soft eagle feather down. The floor was covered in a malleable, white carpet that became pressed under Amrevar’s somber steps. He pushed away the white drapes, laying Mavria down upon her bed in silence. He stepped back towards the door, gazing upon her lifeless body through the drapes that nearly hid her from view. His eye narrowed with sheer antagonism as he clenched his fists that lay at his sides. Amrevar growled when he turned to step out of the room. He came out of the hall, leading himself into the throne room with a slightly bowed head, but halted; his eye caught Mavria’s spilt blood upon the floor. He glared right into the eyes of Mavria’s killer, slowly lifting up his head. “… What were you thinking?”
Dravescar grinned morbidly as he licked Mavria’s blood off of his ragged sword. “What was I thinking?” Dravescar laughed sinisterly and narrowed his eyes, feeling a sense of pleasure from killing Mavria. “What were you thinking when you gave her your love? I never loved your mother…” Amrevar growled bitterly in great annoyance while Dravescar saw the tear in his son’s eye. “Fool… You are a Dark Lord of Shadow and death… There is no need for love in your position. Mavria was weak…”
“She wasn’t weak!” Amrevar screamed in anger. “I will kill you for what you have done!!” Amrevar drew his sword, laying it at his side. He gripped the sword’s hilt fiercely, shaking in both frustration and heartache. Dravescar laughed darkly, watching him with a glaring look.
“You cannot kill me, pawn!” Dravescar shouted in amusement. There was something Dravescar was keeping form from his enraged son.
“Pawn!?” Amrevar growled, his eye became wide in rage and he screamed. “Die!” The Dark Lord dashed forward with his sword held ready for a great clash. He and his father exchanged swings with their swords, parrying each attack in the light of the moon that entered through the open doors. It was hours before Amrevar threw his father back against the side wall of the castle with so much vengeance he could barely control his malice he had against Dravescar. As his father was still stunned after being thrown into the stone wall, Amrevar dashed forward, throwing his hand into his father’s face and holding it there until he could finally bring up a spell. “Kuro Clensa’!!” Suddenly, black lightning surged down his arm and into Dravescar’s face. Dravescar’s head exploded from the inside causing blood to pour from his mouth and ears, instantly killing him, but Amrevar wouldn’t let go; something held him there as the dark lightning continued its rush into Dravescar’s head that now sparked with the power. His father’s eyes were hurled out of the eye slits, blood gushing out from them. Amrevar felt the blood’s warmth upon his hand that was shaking from the power he let loose upon that which he hated the most. He couldn’t believe that he killed him… He let his father’s body topple to the ground as he stepped back away from the wall, gazing at the bloodstains upon the wall’s surface that slowly strolled down to the floor. The stone floor was covered in Dravescar’s blood where he once stood. Amrevar, for once, felt satisfied in the carnage; he never felt so content. His heart was at last at rest from his anger, but sorrow still lurked in his heart for losing his only love. The blood upon his gloved hand and his clothes made him tremble. He coughed from exhaustion as he covered his mouth with his clean hand, blood leaked out of the sides of his mouth soon after; he still had the problem in his lungs. He left into his room to change into some clean clothes and exited with Mavria’s room set in his mind.
Drazon awoke from a horrible dream and looked his mate,"Illatrius?"He asked.
"Yes, darling?" Illatrius asked as she awoke. She noticed that their guests were still here and smiled.
Drazon nodded towards the opening of the cave and walked over there waiting for her.
The white dragon stood up and followed him to the entrance of the cavern.
Drazon looked at the white sky a moment,"Illatrius mate...i suddenly feel the need and the urging to creat more eggs with you...are you willing?"Drazon asked.
"I am willing, but I sense there is something wrong...are you alright?" she asked in a worried tone.
Drazon looked at her,""Your rider is failing...i did all i could to help him...but it wont be enough in the long run...so we need more eggs...so if you are ready i will wait for you in the sacred moutains"Drazon said as he flew off.
"But how is he..." Illatrius shook a out a sudden thought from her mind and nodded, following him into the sky.
Drazon was waiting for her at the moutains, more tense than he had ever been.
Illatrius met with him upon the mountain and gazed up at the bright sky.
Drazon looked at his mate,"Illatrius...last time we mated...i forced you so i knew what i was doing...but now...i dont."
"I know and this time..." she smiled. "we're together with love..." Then she giggled in amusement.
Drazon looked at her,"My instincs arent strong here...you'll have to help me?"
Illatrius only nodded.
Malias stood up and came away from the cave wall, walking towards the cave entrance. He watched as Illatrius and Drazon soared off into the sky, becoming nothing but small, black specks in the pale blue sky as the grew further away. He sighed, peering down upon the forest that lied upon the mountain's bottom.
A few hours later Drazon flew with his mate back to the cave,"Rest now love"Drazon said.
"I...I will..." she replied as she laid down beside the last of her eggs. Malias watched her; he seemed distant and very deep in thought.
Drazon curled up next to her.
Malias vanished in a flash of bright light after he spoke muttered words that were far too silent to hear. He appeared within the forest and began to head for Sar'dan. He felt an eerie feeling as if soemthing terrible was happening.
Walking into Mavria’s room, he gazed at the body as every bit of hatred for his father left him and sadness took over for his beloved whom he loved so dearly. The sight of her limp and pale body brought him tears; her gorgeous, white gown made it so beautiful yet so mournful. He parted the drapes and took a step toward the bed, standing over her with weakly narrowed eyes as he grimaced. Amrevar took off his gloves, setting them aside in bleak silence. He laid a hand on her forehead and her torso and shouted words that were frail in sadness. “Ka’torius!” A bright light glowed from the palms of his hands and was poured onto her body to preserve it until he obtained what could revive her. “Mavria…I…I never wanted to do this again… it took me five years to get dragon blood the last time this happened… I hate seeing you like this…” Amrevar said as a tear fell upon Mavria’s pale face. “I am sorry this had to happen to you for a second time… and for the second time… I am heartbroken…” He began to tremble in sorrow as he held onto his love’s right hand; it was cold. “I wish I could do something… to give you life…” he leaned over while tears continued to fall; his eyes were tightly closed with regret. The pain of her death would not leave him even if he tried and he was losing his mind. He screamed in all his rage, nothing seemed to comfort him as he held his head in pain of her passing. He leaned back against the wall in despair that overtook him the moment Mavria died in his arms. He laid his arms at his sides in deep thought. “What would you do, Malias? … Would you weep? Would you forget? … I wish I knew…” Amrevar brushed Mavria’s long and beautiful hair away from her face. He cupped his hands and closed his eyes with sheer focus. “Verrena Li’vvel…” Then he felt a soft touch growing within his hands and when he opened them, there in his palms, was the white rose he had given to her so many years ago. It flowered open with glittering brilliance in his hands as he laid it upon Mavria’s abdomen; he took her hands and laid them upon the flower that still sparkled with a silver glow in the moonlight. He muttered a few words and all that was white dazzled in the light of the moon; it was like a dream never to be forgotten over long ages, it was so gorgeous in the night and it put all other magnificence to shame. He slipped on his black gloves before he leaned over her to give his love a gentle kiss upon her soft brow and he left the room trying to hold back his misery and anger.
"Where has Malias gone, Erador..." Illatrius asked with a hint of worry in her musical voice.
Metal squeaked unpleasently in the cave as Erador moved slightly, "blasted armour..." he paused and nursed one of his many wounds for a moment. "Oh, sorry Illatrius...Malias?" The emerald dragon took a look about for a second, concern overshadowing his visage like thunderheads. "I know not where Malias has departed to...I cannot find him with my mind. Where ever he may be, I cannot reach him. He is blocking me at the very least, can you speak with him with your mind?"
Erador didn't seem to be paying much attention to things outside of his conversation with Illatrius. His lack of observation allowed Erindor to shroud himself in the shadows of the cave, and dart out into the young fresh night. The rider sniffed the air, a particular alien, yet familiar and intoxicating scent carried along its sweet caresses. A certain animalistic drive took control of his body, and he sprinted off into the dark forests, feet not making a sound.
Trying to break through the barriers of Malias's mind, she focussed greatly, hoping that she could contact him, but there was no answer; he couldn't hear here and the barriers were too strong. The dragon shook her head with a sigh before looking upon the young, blue dragon that was held within Marthril's arms. Then she turned her eyes to Erador. "Nothing... He's keeping me away... I wonder what's bothering him..."
With all the excitement going on around him, Zhenjai awoke, and looked up at Marthril, then turned her head and looked at Illatius, wonder sparkling in her young eyes.
Marthril gently began to pet Zhenjai's head with a smile upon his face. Dragons always facinated him and having one created a great and overwhelming joy within him. He knew their bond would grow quite quickly.
To reasure Marthrils thoughts, the young dragon looked back up to him, and squeaked happily.
Warmth radiated from Erador, mostly from the smile spreading across his noble face. "I love hatchlings...I've not seen one for far too long." The emerald dragon maneuvered his large eight foot head roughly a foot from Zhenjai. An emerald eye took in the wonder of the new life before him. -"Greetings hatchling...I am Erador, welcome to the world. Its very essence brightened with your life..."-
Erindor's breathing actually began to become ragged from the effort of melting miles away in his search. What he would find, he knew not...the only thing in control was not of his mind. Keen nose leading the way, it sifted through the smells of fresh pine needles, nocturnal animals in the dark, and that ever-present scent for which he perused. Trees flashed by him, tireless legs driving him forth through the wilderness.
His mind's only workings were thoughts of, why had I not known of this before? and whyeverfor now?. The answers were always constantly, it does not matter. Erindor at last halted at the crest of a hill closely enshrouded with the forest. His chest heaved in rhythmic beats, senses searching the landscape, prying what he could for what he sought for. Before him, the forest stretched on below this point of the hill, and yet...he knew he did not have to travel far.
Erindor's form flashed back into the forests, darting between trees that clustered and slumbered in this night on the hill. Soon he reached a small valley between the hill he had just descended, and one before him to the west. Stopping again, soothing melodies sought out and teased his ears...music. At this, Erindor was entranced, all worries of the world and body melting away. Pattering noises from leaves bearing a runner's weight sounded silently once again through the forest. His quest for the sounds brought him beyond the crest of the second hill, to look down upon a stream some three hundred paces before him. His very soul seemed to be singing with a harmony to accompany his feelings and the singing in the wild forests ahead of him.
A woman's voice cut through the air with wild and luscious vibrations. Her every breath would shock pleasant tingles down his spine. The rich music filled his mind, its echoing depths sweeping the last of sense from his mind, to be replaced with pure pleasure. Crouching, Erindor traveled close to the place where the music came from. He found himself next crouching behind wide ancient trees, shrouding a tiny clearing with moonlight streaming through to the ground.
Erindor stepped to the left of the tree, just so his eyes could peer past and see. He grimaced as a twig beneath his left foot snapped, shattering the silence. The music stopped, and a form that had blended with the forest before shifted to be revealed as a silhouette. Erindor stopped breathing, certain unknown knowledge breaking forth to his mind. Had he made a mistake? Would he loose his sought after treasure? What was all of this?
What occurred next smote him with complete and utter surrender. His breath caught on the words, "be you another forest critter in audience of my singing you can go amongst your kin in the trees to listen." The feminine voice was simple, soft, and vibrantly rich. When Erindor didn't move, the speaker become ever more interested, "if you do not make your home here amongst these woods, then, who, are you?" Her last words trembled with a certain anticipation, an excitement.
Courage suddenly arced through Erindor, filling him with energy. Boldly, he stepped into plain sight to reveal his dark silhouette in the night. "I am the one who pursues, one who pursues someone of great music and beauty." "A pursuer? A hunter of beauty? Is that what you crave?" was the vibrant and sure response. "Is it? For truth's sake, in part...I yearn for what I know not, but I feel it." Calm laughter echoed quietly for a moment, "careful, you sound as though you are carried away with yourself in your pursuit." "I fear that I am...though what of it? This is insanity, and I don't want to be sane."
The form of the figure shifted, its silhouette clearly feminine, but not definite. "Insanity? my friend...you must be truly desperate...not in the negative sense of it...as if you are tasting something of life's fruits that you've not had for more time than one should tell." Erindor swallowed, her words fitting his questions like pieces of a puzzle, "yes..." "Yes? so simple...but what fruit of it that life bears for us is it you wish to taste again?"
"That, I truthfully know not, for I've nearly forgotten its sweet sensations. Perhaps it will be revealed in time..." he responded, drunk with her words. She chuckled again, its honey dripping vibrations soft and sinful. "Time is such a fickle thing for those who do not wish to wait for it anymore though..." "Then there is no time to loose." "Oh is there none?" Erindor's body trembled slightly, his cheeks warm, "...there's time, but none of it to be wasted in knowing you." "Knowing me?...no one would wish to know me..." was the surprised, and increasingly more sad response. "But I do, and in that you cannot say that no one would want to know you."
If she was not standing in the shroud of the dark, it would have been plain to see her eye's sparkle. "Your words are kind sir...but with all this knowing want to be had, we should perhaps...at last dispose of this anonymity, and reveal ourselves to each other." Erindor nodded shakily, a useless motion given the dark. His pulse raced to a new level as the form before him melded with the wan moonlight streaming into the tiny clearing. A leg delicately stepped over a log, some beautiful article of clothing draped over its chiseled form. In a hushed silence, the woman stepped forward, moonlight revealing her entire form.
Perhaps it was the moonlight, or her natural skin colour, for it was a light blue. Her long hair was braided, and draped to her side wildly. In her left hand she bore a staff, which she rested part of her weight against. Erindor blinked, and saw that she was human, or...actually only in part. Her adventurous face was one that matched his own structure. A tail delicately rested itself around her left side, its tip twitching slightly. A moment more and she extended the wings on her back, miniature replicas of a dragon's, their span a sure twenty feet. Her clothing was simple, seemingly wild, as if she was part of the forest.
"Do not be frightened, I know full well that I am different from any others of any race. A combination of elf and dragon, this is the result," she uttered softly, proudly, and sadly. "I am not fearful...and you are not alone." Her breath caught, her face showing surprise, then disbelief, "not alone? Not possible, I'm the only one of my kind." "No, you ma'am are not," stated Erindor flatly, stepping out into the clearing as well, the moonlight showing the details of his feature. The dragoness elf gasped, eyes widening, to her, her whole belief system had taken an entire one-hundred and eighty degree turn. "H...how?...o-oh...amazing...I cannot believe...my eyes deceive me." "They do not ma'am..." "...perhaps, but I should now have your name if you please, sir." "...Erindor, my name is Erindor...and your's, my lady?" "I'm quite simply, Sincalia."
A thought struck Erador like lightning. His head recoiled and darted around, looking for something, someone actually. "Where's Erindor?" he attempted to reach out to his brother with his mind, but found Erindor's impenetrable mental barriers in place. Only a fool would attempt to break into Erindor's mind, the attempt usually resulting in mild retardation. "Malias, and now Erindor?" The dragon scoffed and stood, turning around to face the enterance of the cave. "...perfect fool, what now?" he uttered as an outward thought.
Illatrius giggles amusement at Erador's words while peering out through the cave's opening that only allowed the great sky to be revealed; all else was hidden by the cavern's thick, craggy walls. Then, after shaking her large head to relieve a thought from her mind, she stood up, now making her way towards the cavern's entrance. She sat down upon the edge of the cliff in deep thought, peering down upon the forest below, hoping that Malias was alright. Worry filled her heart emmensely; she wished she could do something for her Elven friend, but he would allow her to enter into his troubled mind for reasons he only knew.
Erador lowered his head slightly and proceeded towards the cave's enterance. He assumed a sphynx like posture beside Illatrius, like some sort of ancient sentinel welcoming the newly dawning day. -"I wish I could tell you something more of Malias' thoughts that you don't allready know. I'm afraid that I'm empty of answers for this besides he may just needed time by himself."-
Traveling through the forest, Malias gave out a calm sigh, and leaned back against a firm tree. He knew he shouldn't have journeyed so far from the cave, but he thought that he needed to be alone... from everything. He didn't know what gave him feelings of uneasiness, but he knew that something was wrong. A sudden pain crept up though his body, leaving him in great agony. His breathing became bated as he tried to hold back the pain. Hands tightening into fists, he clenched his teeth and closed his eyes doing his best to think of something other than the physical pain that bothered him. Silence took over when it worsened; all of his muscles buckled and unable to move, he could only scream. Something told him that he shouldn't have wandered from Illatrius and Drazon's den; now it seemed that the burden he held was punishing him. The sheer pain created tears that strolled down the sides of his face that became emotionless when he fell into unconciousness. Now his body toppled over upon the ground covered in ferns that were still moist by the morning dew that sparkled with a brilliant glow in the sunlight.
"...Sincalia, such an eloquent name." "You flatter me sir," was the fluttery response. "I only speak the truth, and do please...call me Erindor." "You speak the truth solely, Erindor? Can't the truth be in the perception, not as a whole?" "Truth examined through all perspectives is the truth, not to be prejudiced by any one being. I call it having a state of an open mind." Sincalia grinned, looking to her side self-consciously for a moment, "then by your wise words, I feel comfortable in putting my trust in you." Erindor chuckled, "was there any reason why not to trust me?"
Sincalia cast him a partially amused, and slightly searching glance, "...no, but...you must realize Erindor, that...I've isolated myself from civilization because of the way I am." Erindor cocked an eyebrow in question, "if you've kept yourself from the world for so long, then why the ability to communicate...and sing?" She chuckled, its melodious harmonies dancing around Erindor's ears. "Ah, singing...that's how I remember how to speak. Not all my life have I been in isolation, only a great part of it. For the beginning of its journey, I learned the ways of, civil, life." "But what now?" "Now what Erindor?" she queried with a hint of laughter, regarding him haughtily. Erindor cleared his throat, shuffling his feet, "...now that you're not alone...what will you do?" She blinked once, and gazed straight into Erindor's eyes, her form becoming more rigid.
Sighing again, Illatrius looked over at Erador. Suddenly, the white dragon felt some eerie feeling race through her while pain followed. "Malias.... Something's not right..."
"It's his attacks of pain again...oh no, oh dear..." Erador stood, hissing at the armour plates that stuck him at awkward angles in the chest. "Blast it..." the dragon took hold of a single large chest plate with his maw, and tore it free. The rest of his body armour followed in a series of clicks, the slabs of molded titanium sliding to the cavern floor. Erador stretched without the weight of the armour and grinned, "well that's better...Illatrius, try contacting Malias now, his mental barriers may be down now. That way we can locate him."
She nodded and Illatrius began to at least try to contact her rider again. Breaking a barrier, she finally entired within his mind, but it felt as if he wasn't truly awake. Something gave her an eerie feeling that he was unconscious. "Malias..." she tried. "...Are... are you alright? Where are you?"
Her rider's voice came weakly into her mind, "I... I don't know... I'm within the forest... but I can't move... I would if I was able... Please... I need you, Illatrius... I don't know my... exact whereabouts... Try your best to find me..." Then their contact faded into a silence. Illatrius looked back at Erador, her eyes glittering with worry. "We need to find him... Now.... He's not doing well..." she said, sadly.
"Very well, I'm in much agreeance. Drazon is here to guard the final egg...lest anything should happen." Erador shot a glare at the black dragon in the bowels of the cavern. "Use his mind as the magnet to guide your compass, a strange metaphor but practical. Focus on his being, his mind...when we get closer to him you'll be able to feel shifts in the intensity that you can sense him." The emerald dragon paused, "do you wish for me to accompany?"
Erindor felt the blood drain from his skin, leaving him cold in the tiny, wanly lit forest clearing. Only when he thought he saw the hints of answers in her eyes did his pulse race yet again. "...you've good questions Erindor...ones that I wish I could answer at this moment in time. But you've to realize, this forest around you...it is my home as much as it is for any other animal residing amongst these many ancient pines." Her body relaxed once again, its weight being partially cast against the staff in her left hand. "Come...let me show you something." Sincalia melted into the forest behind her, Erindor pursuing, fearing loosing sight of her.
They walked beside a stream for a while in silence. Eventually however, they came upon a bluff that overlooked countless square leagues of forest stretching to the mountain crested horizon. The stream babbled serenely behind them, whispering around the moss covered rocks. This small bluff, another small clearing devoid of plants save for tall lemon grass. Sincalia stood near the edge of the precipice...its rocky cliffs a near vertical drop. Erindor smiled at this wild beauty, in part to the gorgeous landscape, and the feminine figure standing before him. "Behold, my home...my very existence carried out in these woods before you, and behind."
Illatrius nodded, outspreading her wings that shimmered underneath the sun. "Please do..." she replied before she dove down from the cliff, gliding down towards the forest.
"Very well..." Erador said to himself, launching his form from the cave. The emerald dragon dove, wings locked at his sides as he gained speed, heading for a thermal. Snapping open his large verdant wings, Erador hit the thermal and rose to a fast gliding velocity. "Guide the way Illatrius, if you would be so kind."
"Its beautiful..." crooned Erindor, looking directly at Sincalia with all intents and purposes. She sensed his gaze and smiled to herself, "any one detail you prefer Erindor?" "A few...one vanquishes them all however." Sincalia turned around, her face alight with a timid smile. "I'm sorry, you'd have to be more specific..." "One cannot so easily describe it I'm afraid..." "Shh...don't be...attempt the difficult, I'm sure you've done so before," she crooned encouragingly. "That I have..." "Then try this..." Erindor's body was warm, its heat clogging his thoughts in a sweet stupor.
Erindor breathed in the intoxicating morning air, its earthy fragrances clearing his mind. "What you ask of me to do is so much more difficult than other things I've done in the past..." "How so?" Erindor looked down at his feet, and then towards the expanse of forests below and beyond the bluff they stood on. "I must describe beauty itself when I speak of this thing that I see that is fairer than all of the gorgeous life rich lands here. But what fool am I...it should be so plainly simple. One only needs a name to describe the very essence of beauty." He drew a breath silently, body trembling pleasantly as his gaze locked with Sincalia's. "One would only need your name Sincalia to embody beauty...I say it again...Sincalia."
Some time passed in silence, save for the whisper of the stream behind them as it snaked off lazily into the dark pine forest. Sincalia turned away slowly, her unfocused gaze voyaging over the landscape. Erindor knew he had not wronged, but perhaps struck a chord too rich. "Your beautiful words warm a heart that has been sleeping. It is kindled with some sort of new flame that may grow to a thriving inferno...thank you, Erindor." Erindor took a step towards Sincalia, the tall lemon grass tickling his feet.
With little else felt necessary to say, Erindor took another step to her side. His gaze following Sincalia's to the verdant expanse below...sky meeting life and earth in the distance. Erindor drew a calm, silent breath, "...when you can touch the horizon...you are near your journey's end..." With unspoken consent, Erindor's right hand sought out Sincalia's left. In a fraction of a second, pleasant tension built between them until their hands conjoined. With the contact, a feeling like electricity arced through their souls and down their spines. Erindor smiled warmly, his stomach somersaulting when he saw Sincalia smiling at him, her eyes curious.
"Alright..." she said, landing upon the ground. Illatrius made her way swiftly through the forest, her large feet pressing into the earth, leaving great prints behind her. Her tail whipped in anxiety for fear that Malias was in terrible trouble. Trying to move as fast as she could, she dodged trees that were in the way of her path. Growling, she continued, wishing that the trees were'nt there so finding Malias would be swifter. She did her best to let her senses guide her to her rider. At last, she found him by a bed of smooth ferns and laid down beside him, nudging him with her soft snout to wake him. His eyes opened and when he saw Illatrius, Malias tried to get up but only stumbled. Catching him with her head, Illatrius said, "Please don't try to move, Malias... I will need to return you to the infirmary..."
"No... I am alright..." he replied softly and smiled, standing up and leaned back against the tree. He pet Illatrius gently upon the top of her purple snout. "Don't worry... I should be fine." Then pain went through him, causing Malias to give out a weak growl.
-"Should be..."- came Erador's mental voice to the pair before the dragon landed a few yards off. Erador strided a few paces towards Malias, concern shadowing his face, "why Malias, did you travel so far from the cavern? Why when you knew you had these pains...and why did you shield your mind? Is there something you were thinking of that it was so serious that you closed your mind even to Illatrius?"
"I..." Malias couldn't find the right words to answer.
Erador sighed, his head drooping. He lifted it before speaking, "right...answer the reason of your wills later Malias. Now, it'd be best to get you back to Sar'dan in one piece and make sure you stay that way." The emerald dragon looked over at Illatrius, "I've my saddle yet, unless you'd be wanting to fly Malias to the infirmary."
Back at the cave that held the last of Illatrius' eggs, Zhenjai, still in Marthril's lap, turned her head away from looking at the enrtance of the cavern, and snaked it to look up at Marthril. Marthril... Echoed the young dragon's thought into Marthril's mind as the dragon grew to love that name, and feel safe in the arms of it's life-long companion.
"It is good to hear your voice for the first time, Zhenjai," Marthril replied with a sincere smile. "Welcome... and I am honored to have you as my dragon...So, how are you?" He began to stroke down the young dragon's neck, carefully.
She lifted her hand to eyelevel, fingers still entwined with Erindor's. Sincalia moved fluidly to face Erindor, eyes staring at her hand, which was currently somewhere that until recently she'd never thought it would be. She flexed her fingers, constricting and relaxing them over Erindor's. Her blue eyes showing intense curiosity towards this gesture, like it was the first time it had ever occurred. Erindor stroked a portion of her hand with his thumb, resulting in Sincalia taking in a sharp breath of pleasant surprise. Every new sensation seemed ten times more potent. Erindor smiled kindly, eyes merry with a certain amusement.
Sincalia closed her eyes, opening them after a few moments to still see her hand in its embrace, and Erindor still there. She drew a deep breath, sides of her mouth twitching in an unsure smile. She slowly drew her fingers away from his, letting her fingertips run down his palm before examining her hand a little more closely for a moment. Seeing Erindor watching patiently with interest, her lips twitched into a quick simper of a smile. "I'm...s-sorry...no one has, ever done that before." "There's no need to apologize..." he crooned ever so softly while reaching out a hand, parting the bangs of hair away from her fair face with a careful thumb. She smiled coyly, resting her head partially against his hand, eyelids drooping. "What is this?" she asked, reveling with every small nuance.
"I thought I was the one with the hard questions Sincalia..." Erindor spoke so softly, it was almost a whisper. She grinned, eyes closed as she nestled her cheek against his palm, "no more questions then." Erindor's eyebrow twitched, his face covered plainly with surprise amidst some confusion. "All that leaves is the answers, standing alone..." "...precisely, Erindor...no more complicated than clarity." Erindor drew a calm breath, and took a step towards her, their bodies drawing close. With the hand that she rested her sweet warm cheek in, Erindor moved it back into her flowing hair, his other hand lifting to caress the shimmering strands at her neck with a gentle touch. Sincalia opened her eyes slowly, head cocked slightly against his right hand. "...Forgive me..." he said before taking one final step towards her, his lips drawing near her own, hands stroking her silky hair. Sincalia smiled, eyes dreamy, sense swallowed in his close presence. Her eyes closed, moving her lips, little by little, closer to his. A pause, tension growing taut, and their lips met, the rest of the world disappearing in a whirlwind of bliss.
Zhenjai's eyes sparkled as she crooned, and replied to Marthril. And I just as honored to have you as my Rider, Marthril. Said Zhenjai, I'm great. Your stroking hand on my scales feels wonderful. How fair you, Marthril? She added an awkward dragon-grin to finish the sentance.
Smiling, Marthril said, Good to hear... I am glad that you enjoy it... Oh, I am well. Thank you. Marthril grinned as well, but it only ended in a calm laugh in the overwhelming joy of having Zhenjai as his dragon. He enjoyed her presence so much, continuing to pet her neck and rubbed his hand on her scaley head. What do you believe we should do, Zhenjai? Are you hungry? he asked her.
"I'll return Malias to the infirmary... I have my saddle," Illatrius said, shaking her back from an itch. "You should go rejoin with your rider... Who knows what he could be doing." She chuckled before allowing Malias onto the saddle upon her back. "I shall meet with you later, my friend. Farewell." When Malias strapped himself in, Illatrius gracefully took off into the sky.
Erador unleashed a farewell roar into the air behind the white dragon as she flew off. He would follow, just not quite yet...he had other things to do of equal importance. Such as finding where my brother has ran off too... he thought to himself before taking off, being careful to maneuver his large wings around the dense forest. Erindor had done such dissapearing acts like this before, and Erador had a minor clue as to what he was up to. His draconian nose sifted through cubic meters of air in his attempt to pick up a scent trail at the very least. Mental contact was still shielded robustly. The dragon sighed into the wind rushing around him as he scanned the hillsides, keen eyes seeing the infared light spots that were large animals in the forests below.
Sincalia opened her dazzling blue eyes, to find a pair of emerald green ones staring fondly into them. She looked down and to her right, placing a hand on Erindor's chest. Erindor headed her wish and took a calculated step backwards, his hands moving to cup hers away from his chest. She looked at him, warmth beaming from her sparkling eyes, "...and I can with a certain degree of confidence say that no one has ever done that before." Erindor grinned, "you're welcome?" he asked with a timid humour, the lights in his eyes dancing at the sight of Sincalia. She smiled, putting her other hand over the two of Erindor's that embraced her right one. "Yes, I am thankful...I am thankful for you." Erindor's heart sung harmoniously to a sunset's melody. Was it possible for him to smile this much?
The pair stood on the bluff, taking the sweet time of the aging morning to look into their oceanic eyes, trying to find one another in their watery depths. No worry was cast to the thought of being utterly lost in seas of sapphire blue or emerald green. Eventually Sincalia blinked and looked over Erindor's shoulder, an eyebrow raising delicately in question. "Erindor, I believe that there is someone searching for you...they call your name with their mind..." Her eyes widened, the idea of discovering more people after her long isolation spiking fear of uncertainty in her stomach.
Erindor sighed, head drooping with a wry smile, his hand going through her hair to comfort. "I know of only one being on this earth who could find me in this way." Erindor let Sincalia's hands slip from his own as he turned around, in time to see Erador come over the crest a hill on a thermal.
Sincalia gasped as the large emerald dragon took the remaning space of the clearing to land, head and muzzle moving within inches of Erindor's face. Large, angular and narrowing emerald eyes focused on Erindor, Erador's peripheral vision being locked on the stranger behind Erindor. "Sincalia, let me introduce...my brother, Erador. I am his rider and family." She stepped around past Erindor, coming to the side of Erador's head, curiousity driving her intensely. The dragon's face softened, replaced with a coy smile, and a wink to Erindor. Moving his head to view Sincalia fully, the pair examined each other unblinkingly for what seemed like minutes. At long last, Sincalia reached out and stroked Erador's muzzle like one would a horse's. "Well met Sincalia," he rumbled merrily. Obviously Erindor had been left out of a brief mental conversation between Sincalia and Erador. Nevertheless, he mentally shrugged, and smiled.
Making her way to the vast, blue sky, Illatrius flew up past the tops of the lofty trees that had once surrounded her. She watched the clouds swiftly drift by while she flew swifter in case Malias might be bothered by the pains again. Illatrius tried to do her best to get to the infirmary in time, but Malias insisted that she slowed pace, for she might become weary quickly enough. So, she slowed only obey her rider's wishes, yet, she did enjoy immagining figures out of the clouds.
Erador's gaze moved back to Erindor admist a grin, laughter in his eyes. -"Now I know why you ran off this early morning."- Erindor looked down to his left, trying to keep his face from showing signs of embarrasment. -"I'm sorry Erador, but I've no reason to explain what I did."- The dragon chuckled, -"there's nothing to explain Erindor...but we have to get back, Malias has more of his pain fits."- Erindor nodded, -"of course...just one thing, could you leave us for a moment Erador?"- Erador winked, and sauntered off into the forest, squeezing his large form between trees.
Uncontrollable grins seemed to come over Erindor's lips every time his eyes laid gaze on Sincalia. He stepped towards her, wishing that this was not their parting. Erindor cupped both her hands in his. She grinned pleasently, "so...you're a rider then?" "Yes, it is a part of what I am in a sense, but what of it?" She sighed, seeing her point was being avoided, "...in being a rider, you've duties almost like every other soldier...except more. Duties, that..." her voice trailed off for a moment, chocked off by a mixture of sadness, and regret. "...duties, that keep you in those great cities." Erindor's expression softened, eyes growing sad with the revelation. "...oh, and you...don't wish to come with me." She shook her head, "I would wish to come with you Erindor, but I'm not ready to be exposed to something that the forests and the wild have shielded me from." "Until you're ready then..." "until I'm ready," she repeated softly.
Erindor nodded solemly, head hung and eyes closed, their lids attempting to contain a sudden increase in the amount of water on his eyes. Sincalia kissed him on the cheek, and his eyes flashed open in pleasent suprise, happiness ballooning through him again. "I will return, I will return for you...but how should I find you?" "I think you know the way, and listen for the music that plays just before dawn. Follow its tones, as you did this morning, and you will find me." "Very well Sincalia, don't fret...I'll be back when my heart yearns to hear your musics again." He parted the bangs from her forehead affectionately, and then sprinted back into the woods for Erador. He didn't look back, feeling that if he did, he could never leave her.
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