His trail took her to an upended trailer, and a small crowd of people, cursing, as they tried to upright it. Just in time to hear the sound of concentrated pistol fire. And roaring.
"Damn....."
She drove around, studying the map, and located the nearest bridge, and gunned it.
She glanced up at the sky, once, and was greeted by the sight of dragons... in air... flying...
Dragons?
"This CAN'T be good...."
Looking up from the moniter, she saw a bouncing headlight heading up the bluffs at high speed.
She gunned it, a worried frown marring her delicate features.
Her frown only increased when she saw the headlight stop.
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The two dragons collided over head and Jacob charged again as Sai Jon launched into the air. He flew directly at the wrestling dragons, he'd only get one shot at this. Tass was so distracted he never noticed the human missile until Sai Jon collided with him slamming into his neck. Sai Jon wrapped his legs around the neck and grabbed the sides of the dragon's head. God, help this work. Sometimes the simple prayers were the best. Sai Jon openned himself to the power and poured it into Tass' body.
The sky lit up with a pure white light that enveloped the two figures. Muscles reknit themselves across Tass' frame. The rips in his wings mended and skin grew. On Tass' back the figure of Sai Jon was transformed. His skin had lost the scars and no cybernetics were visible, even his wings had taken on the appearance of snow white feathers. The light around them grew brighter until it was almost blinding. So this is what dying feels like, Sai Jon thought to himself as the corruption was leeched from Tass and into himself. The energies ate into him like acid for the soul. He dismissed thought, dismissed pain, dismissed survival and pulled the Annaran energies out of Tass. The healing accelerated again and again. And it was done. Sai Jon returned to himself. He fell from Tass' back like the last leaf of autumn. Just before he blacked out he wondered if he'd feel the ground when he hit.
The sky lit up with a pure white light that enveloped the two figures. Muscles reknit themselves across Tass' frame. The rips in his wings mended and skin grew. On Tass' back the figure of Sai Jon was transformed. His skin had lost the scars and no cybernetics were visible, even his wings had taken on the appearance of snow white feathers. The light around them grew brighter until it was almost blinding. So this is what dying feels like, Sai Jon thought to himself as the corruption was leeched from Tass and into himself. The energies ate into him like acid for the soul. He dismissed thought, dismissed pain, dismissed survival and pulled the Annaran energies out of Tass. The healing accelerated again and again. And it was done. Sai Jon returned to himself. He fell from Tass' back like the last leaf of autumn. Just before he blacked out he wondered if he'd feel the ground when he hit.
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PslyderFTA
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Psly cursed quite loudly as the flare almost overcame his senses.
"Sonuvadrekbleedin'slitch!!"
In his mind, there was only one thing that could've happened. One dragon was down, one to go.
Sighting in, he exhaled. . .
Squeezed. . .
And even with the recoil dampeners, rocked back as the powerful round exited the barrel, igniting with fury a foot outside, gaining speed with each passing nanosecond.
His joy of seeing the bullet strike true was short-lived, however, as he finally noticed the larger dragon emerge from the corona, completely healed.
But his further cursing was cut quite short. . .
"Sonuvadrekbleedin'slitch!!"
In his mind, there was only one thing that could've happened. One dragon was down, one to go.
Sighting in, he exhaled. . .
Squeezed. . .
And even with the recoil dampeners, rocked back as the powerful round exited the barrel, igniting with fury a foot outside, gaining speed with each passing nanosecond.
His joy of seeing the bullet strike true was short-lived, however, as he finally noticed the larger dragon emerge from the corona, completely healed.
But his further cursing was cut quite short. . .
A Learning Experience. Typical three-word preamble to a closed-casket funeral service.
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Tasslehofl Momus
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The light that flared in his mind was blinding. The light that illuminated the night sky was nothing compared to that which shot through his thoughts.
He could feel the body… his body… stitching itself together… growing. So, Sai Jon had given himself to the power and healed him. This was a twist he was not expecting. It was a price he knew that would cost greatly. A price that would be paid in full.
He felt the excitement grow in the bloodspeaker as she felt each fiber grow and expand. She knew the time had finally come for her to touch the power of the dragon. It was a power she would not soon forget.
His eyes watched for but a moment, and he felt time slow to a near stop. Life was flooding into his body, and yet, before his eyes, he watched as a young blue had her life snuffed out by a shrieking bullet. He knew that those below knew nothing of what was going on, but it was a fight that they had not yet brought. Now they had, and in so doing, had mortally wounded one of his own…
Rage consumed him, then. The power that the bloodspeaker wanted was there. It had always been there, but now the floodgates had been opened. She would rue this day for the rest of hers.
Breaking all barriers that he had erected within his mind, he roared free, barreling though the outstretched hand which the bloodskeaker extended for the power. He drew on every ounce of the power that had laid dormant over the past few months, waiting for this one time to ignite and roar to life freely. His body erupted in white flames, dancing wildly and passionately over each newly formed scale.
He felt, no longer saw, the shock that the bloodspeaker showed as the power flooded over her. It was nothing that she had expected. It was what she sought. The power was too much to handle all at once.
Taking control of his body for the first time in ages, he twisted with the speed and grace of an eagle, and dove hard towards the ground. He would not let Sai Jon fall to his death. He still had a debt to pay, and he was damned if he was going to go find Sai Jon in some afterlife to pay it.
As he reached the ground, he let his wings expand, tearing into the buildings that surrouned him. The stone that passed around was nothing more than biting flies, used to help slow his decent. It was the sudden catch of the wind that broke the downward fall and brought him parallel with ground. He caught the falling body upon his shoulders, and caught up one of the many bodies which the bloodspeaker had discarded earlier.
With a powerful sweep of his wings, he sought altitude. His powerful beat brought him straight to the little lizard which had accompanied the one on his back, and he pulled his left wing in, pulling a barrel roll, and sending Sai Jon into Jacob’s arms. He stayed for just a second to make sure that Sai Jon had been caught and was secured before he once more took to the night sky, gaining height with each powerful beat of his wings.
He would be where none other would get hurt for what was to take place next…
He could feel the body… his body… stitching itself together… growing. So, Sai Jon had given himself to the power and healed him. This was a twist he was not expecting. It was a price he knew that would cost greatly. A price that would be paid in full.
He felt the excitement grow in the bloodspeaker as she felt each fiber grow and expand. She knew the time had finally come for her to touch the power of the dragon. It was a power she would not soon forget.
His eyes watched for but a moment, and he felt time slow to a near stop. Life was flooding into his body, and yet, before his eyes, he watched as a young blue had her life snuffed out by a shrieking bullet. He knew that those below knew nothing of what was going on, but it was a fight that they had not yet brought. Now they had, and in so doing, had mortally wounded one of his own…
Rage consumed him, then. The power that the bloodspeaker wanted was there. It had always been there, but now the floodgates had been opened. She would rue this day for the rest of hers.
Breaking all barriers that he had erected within his mind, he roared free, barreling though the outstretched hand which the bloodskeaker extended for the power. He drew on every ounce of the power that had laid dormant over the past few months, waiting for this one time to ignite and roar to life freely. His body erupted in white flames, dancing wildly and passionately over each newly formed scale.
He felt, no longer saw, the shock that the bloodspeaker showed as the power flooded over her. It was nothing that she had expected. It was what she sought. The power was too much to handle all at once.
Taking control of his body for the first time in ages, he twisted with the speed and grace of an eagle, and dove hard towards the ground. He would not let Sai Jon fall to his death. He still had a debt to pay, and he was damned if he was going to go find Sai Jon in some afterlife to pay it.
As he reached the ground, he let his wings expand, tearing into the buildings that surrouned him. The stone that passed around was nothing more than biting flies, used to help slow his decent. It was the sudden catch of the wind that broke the downward fall and brought him parallel with ground. He caught the falling body upon his shoulders, and caught up one of the many bodies which the bloodspeaker had discarded earlier.
With a powerful sweep of his wings, he sought altitude. His powerful beat brought him straight to the little lizard which had accompanied the one on his back, and he pulled his left wing in, pulling a barrel roll, and sending Sai Jon into Jacob’s arms. He stayed for just a second to make sure that Sai Jon had been caught and was secured before he once more took to the night sky, gaining height with each powerful beat of his wings.
He would be where none other would get hurt for what was to take place next…
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PslyderFTA
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Psly stood a little straighter, watching the scene in the distance unfold with an almost unbelieving stare.
Then, as neurons in his brain fired in sequence to bring the rifle back to firing position for a shot at the other dragon, something quite unexpected happened.
The body of the blue dragon, impacting loudly with the cobblestone street, flared incandescently, converting immediately to what appeared to be lightning. Psly did not have time to ponder this development, however for there was a minor complication. The orichalum present in the bullet that took the creature down and the same metal present in the gun bridged a mystical connection. . .and the gun was connected in a much more physical way with Psly's brain, via the datajack. . .
The bolt slammed into the rifle, bike, and Psly at . . .well. . .lightning speed, catapulting the hapless elf into the distance as it reduced the motorcycle and weapon to so much carbonized slag on the mountainside.
The funniest part he would recollect later was how odd it felt to believe that the bolt was just as surprised of this development as he was.
Psly's more immediate concern?
How does one land safely in Battlefield Park?
When one is unconscious. . .
Then, as neurons in his brain fired in sequence to bring the rifle back to firing position for a shot at the other dragon, something quite unexpected happened.
The body of the blue dragon, impacting loudly with the cobblestone street, flared incandescently, converting immediately to what appeared to be lightning. Psly did not have time to ponder this development, however for there was a minor complication. The orichalum present in the bullet that took the creature down and the same metal present in the gun bridged a mystical connection. . .and the gun was connected in a much more physical way with Psly's brain, via the datajack. . .
The bolt slammed into the rifle, bike, and Psly at . . .well. . .lightning speed, catapulting the hapless elf into the distance as it reduced the motorcycle and weapon to so much carbonized slag on the mountainside.
The funniest part he would recollect later was how odd it felt to believe that the bolt was just as surprised of this development as he was.
Psly's more immediate concern?
How does one land safely in Battlefield Park?
When one is unconscious. . .
A Learning Experience. Typical three-word preamble to a closed-casket funeral service.
She had slowed down, in preparation to head up the bluffs, when the explosion happened. A lightning bolt seemed to hit the place where Psly and his bike stood. Shard watched in horror as the bike exploded. She covered her eyes a moment against the glare, but quickly looked up again,
her natural night vision adjusting in time to see what appeared to be Psly becoming a shooting star.... into Battlefield Park.
Stopping the bike, she unharness herself, and took off at a dead run. Dodging trees at a good 30 miles per hour, she tracked Psly’s falling form, until it hit the trees.
She found him as fast as she could, his body laying practically curled around a tree, where he had landed. She knelt beside him, turning him over. The pixies on her chest ran about her flesh in a furor, crying, and tearing at their hair.
“Psly! Answer me! Please!”
He groaned, eyes flickering.
“Dammit!”
She examined him for cursory injuries, making sure that nothing major was broken, before lifting him easily, and slinging him over one shoulder. She started to run again, this time back into town, and towards Psly’s garage.
She burst through the garage door, and ran up the stairs, towards Psly’s bedroom, tripping over dirty clothes, and other assorted piled objects. She laid him carefully on his bed, and made for the bathroom, knocking everything out of his medicine cabinet as she looked for any sort of first aid kit. She found some grubby towels, and wet them down, and headed back into the bedroom.
Shard started to tenderly clean Psly up, dabbing at the blood to get a true indication of his wounds. As she was tending to a scratch behind his ear, she noticed that the area around his data jack was scorched.
Not good.
her natural night vision adjusting in time to see what appeared to be Psly becoming a shooting star.... into Battlefield Park.
Stopping the bike, she unharness herself, and took off at a dead run. Dodging trees at a good 30 miles per hour, she tracked Psly’s falling form, until it hit the trees.
She found him as fast as she could, his body laying practically curled around a tree, where he had landed. She knelt beside him, turning him over. The pixies on her chest ran about her flesh in a furor, crying, and tearing at their hair.
“Psly! Answer me! Please!”
He groaned, eyes flickering.
“Dammit!”
She examined him for cursory injuries, making sure that nothing major was broken, before lifting him easily, and slinging him over one shoulder. She started to run again, this time back into town, and towards Psly’s garage.
She burst through the garage door, and ran up the stairs, towards Psly’s bedroom, tripping over dirty clothes, and other assorted piled objects. She laid him carefully on his bed, and made for the bathroom, knocking everything out of his medicine cabinet as she looked for any sort of first aid kit. She found some grubby towels, and wet them down, and headed back into the bedroom.
Shard started to tenderly clean Psly up, dabbing at the blood to get a true indication of his wounds. As she was tending to a scratch behind his ear, she noticed that the area around his data jack was scorched.
Not good.
Take away the phantom and one sees nothing - one admits that himself. Yet take away seeing, and one sees a phantom - one forgets that.
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Psly dreamed. . .
In the dream, he was happy. His eyes were closed, and there was a pleasant sensation of a light wind caressing his skin.
Then he opened his eyes.
And plummeted.
Screaming in terror, limbs wildly gestulating in the air, the scream ended in a grunt of pain as Psly felt a solid weight hit him, talons piercing his flesh to bring him to a halt.
He looked up, surprised to see a big blue dragon holding him aloft, peering down at him with eyes filled with intensity he'd never before seen.
The two creatures remained that way for an indeterminate amount of time before Psly noticed a weeping hole in the dragon's chest.
The horned visage peered closer, tongue snaking out before Psly's amazed face, before the dreadful mouth opened, and a soft voice uttered a single word.
"Bastard."
Talons flexed, then roughly removed themselves from his body, and Psly tumbled towards the nearing ground once more, eyes locked on the hovering dragon growing smaller in his vision.
In the dream, he was happy. His eyes were closed, and there was a pleasant sensation of a light wind caressing his skin.
Then he opened his eyes.
And plummeted.
Screaming in terror, limbs wildly gestulating in the air, the scream ended in a grunt of pain as Psly felt a solid weight hit him, talons piercing his flesh to bring him to a halt.
He looked up, surprised to see a big blue dragon holding him aloft, peering down at him with eyes filled with intensity he'd never before seen.
The two creatures remained that way for an indeterminate amount of time before Psly noticed a weeping hole in the dragon's chest.
The horned visage peered closer, tongue snaking out before Psly's amazed face, before the dreadful mouth opened, and a soft voice uttered a single word.
"Bastard."
Talons flexed, then roughly removed themselves from his body, and Psly tumbled towards the nearing ground once more, eyes locked on the hovering dragon growing smaller in his vision.
A Learning Experience. Typical three-word preamble to a closed-casket funeral service.
Jacob saw Sai Jon just before he collided with Tass and it was too late to do anything but watch as he grabbed on and the light dazzled him. He averted his eyes just in time to see something hit the lady dragon hard. She shuddered in mid-air and began to fall towards the streets below. A single cry shivered through his mind Jacob! The world seemed to move too slowly for him suddenly. He dropped out of the sky trying desperately to stop her fall, stop the ground from rising towards her.
She hit the street with a wet crunch and Jacob landed moments later. Someone had shot her and the impact had caused its own wounds. Blood pooled around her, he could feel the life flickering inside her and he reached out trying to keep her here. Sai Jon could help her, he had to. He had to hurry but if Jacob could just keep her here that long. It was like trying to restrain the tides with his hands. She was dying and he couldn't stop it. As she slipped away a single whisper hung in his mind, Byzannce........... my............. name......... was............... Byzannce. Jacob felt her go and the tears rolled down his scaled face.
When he thought about it later Jacob decided that he had only stood there for a few moments before the light suddenly snuffed out, it seemed much longer at the time. He looked up and saw Sai Jon falling, mimicing Byzannce. "NO!" Jacob screamed and launched into the air to save him but a healed a healed Tass swooped down catching Sai Jon on his back. He swept by Jacob rolling Sai Jon off and into Jacob's waiting arms and then continued off into the night.
Jacob slowly circled to the ground landing near his dead friend, Byzannce, her name was Byzannce. He thought to himself, Why did she go and die just when she stopped being rude? He sat down with a thud. The strength in his body was gone and he didn't know if it would ever come back. One friend dead. One friend dying. He could smell the Annaran corruption racing through Sai Jon's body. The dragon lord had better have been worth it. He lifted his head and screamed into the night sky. There were no words in the scream only loss and sorrow.
At that moment in I'Taurn, Saltera and Tobias looked up from their spell preparations. Something had happened. Something bad.
She hit the street with a wet crunch and Jacob landed moments later. Someone had shot her and the impact had caused its own wounds. Blood pooled around her, he could feel the life flickering inside her and he reached out trying to keep her here. Sai Jon could help her, he had to. He had to hurry but if Jacob could just keep her here that long. It was like trying to restrain the tides with his hands. She was dying and he couldn't stop it. As she slipped away a single whisper hung in his mind, Byzannce........... my............. name......... was............... Byzannce. Jacob felt her go and the tears rolled down his scaled face.
When he thought about it later Jacob decided that he had only stood there for a few moments before the light suddenly snuffed out, it seemed much longer at the time. He looked up and saw Sai Jon falling, mimicing Byzannce. "NO!" Jacob screamed and launched into the air to save him but a healed a healed Tass swooped down catching Sai Jon on his back. He swept by Jacob rolling Sai Jon off and into Jacob's waiting arms and then continued off into the night.
Jacob slowly circled to the ground landing near his dead friend, Byzannce, her name was Byzannce. He thought to himself, Why did she go and die just when she stopped being rude? He sat down with a thud. The strength in his body was gone and he didn't know if it would ever come back. One friend dead. One friend dying. He could smell the Annaran corruption racing through Sai Jon's body. The dragon lord had better have been worth it. He lifted his head and screamed into the night sky. There were no words in the scream only loss and sorrow.
At that moment in I'Taurn, Saltera and Tobias looked up from their spell preparations. Something had happened. Something bad.
Saltera and Tobias found Jacob still cradling Sai Jon's body when they arrived. He was sitting in a pool of the dragon's blood leaning against her long neck and staring off into the distance. The city guard had pushed the growing crowd back but did not seem to want to approach the strange scene. It only took a moment to find out why. A guard that looked like he might be in charge, and was in no way happy about that fact, stepped forward past the line of people and began to approach Jacob. Before he had taken two steps a shotgun blast rang out as Jacob fired into the air and without looking or changing his expression the gun was leveled at the guard. "Back. No one touches them," Jacob's voice was cold and toneless.
The guard backed off a step and the gun lowered. Saltera kept his cloak pulled around him, the crowd was making him nervous. Tobias however pushed his way to the front of the crowd. He spotted Sai Jon and tried to run to him and Jacob but was stopped as he tried to cross the line of guards. "Those are my friends damnit!" He yelled at the guards holding him back.
Saltera came up behind them and slid back the hood of his cloak. "We need to get through," he said quietly. The Guard looked up into his face and took an involuntary step backwards. Tobias surged past the guard and ran to Jacob. The gun shot up again but dropped with a clatter as soon as Jacob recognized his friend.
Saltera stepped up to the lead guard, "Please keep the people back, we'll take care of our friend." The guard started to question him but Saltera simply turned away ignoring him. The guard spluttered for a moment and wondered when somebody who outranked him would get there. He didn't want to deal with dragons, demons, and trigger happy lizards. He simply wasn't being paid enough for this kind of thing.
"He did it." Jacob whispered to Tobias as the young man kneeled in front of him, "he healed the dragon but now the sickness is in him. I think he's dying. The lady dragon already died, and now he's dying too."
Tobias grabbed Jacob's shoulder, "The old man's too damn stubborn to die and we both know it. We need to get him back to the house though."
Jacob nodded and then looked back, "But we can't leave her to the scavengers."
"I'll take care of it," Saltera said as he came up to them. Tobias helped Jacob stand and Tobias led him back to the manor. The crowd parted before them. Saltera whispered a few words and blue flames leaped up all along the body of the dragon consuming it in seconds. A small whirlwind formed gathering the ashes and shooting them high into the air. "May the Lord have mercy on your soul, friend dragon. May you rest and abide with him until time ends." He looked around at the surrounding people one last time and took to the air. He needed to prepare I'Taurn for Sai Jon's return and he had to find their host. He would need Alais' help to heal Sai Jon.
The guard backed off a step and the gun lowered. Saltera kept his cloak pulled around him, the crowd was making him nervous. Tobias however pushed his way to the front of the crowd. He spotted Sai Jon and tried to run to him and Jacob but was stopped as he tried to cross the line of guards. "Those are my friends damnit!" He yelled at the guards holding him back.
Saltera came up behind them and slid back the hood of his cloak. "We need to get through," he said quietly. The Guard looked up into his face and took an involuntary step backwards. Tobias surged past the guard and ran to Jacob. The gun shot up again but dropped with a clatter as soon as Jacob recognized his friend.
Saltera stepped up to the lead guard, "Please keep the people back, we'll take care of our friend." The guard started to question him but Saltera simply turned away ignoring him. The guard spluttered for a moment and wondered when somebody who outranked him would get there. He didn't want to deal with dragons, demons, and trigger happy lizards. He simply wasn't being paid enough for this kind of thing.
"He did it." Jacob whispered to Tobias as the young man kneeled in front of him, "he healed the dragon but now the sickness is in him. I think he's dying. The lady dragon already died, and now he's dying too."
Tobias grabbed Jacob's shoulder, "The old man's too damn stubborn to die and we both know it. We need to get him back to the house though."
Jacob nodded and then looked back, "But we can't leave her to the scavengers."
"I'll take care of it," Saltera said as he came up to them. Tobias helped Jacob stand and Tobias led him back to the manor. The crowd parted before them. Saltera whispered a few words and blue flames leaped up all along the body of the dragon consuming it in seconds. A small whirlwind formed gathering the ashes and shooting them high into the air. "May the Lord have mercy on your soul, friend dragon. May you rest and abide with him until time ends." He looked around at the surrounding people one last time and took to the air. He needed to prepare I'Taurn for Sai Jon's return and he had to find their host. He would need Alais' help to heal Sai Jon.
Righteous...
Death...
Silence...
am i dead?
Not yet but you seem determined to end our agreement.
muse?
Of course. Who else would vist you here. Even your dreams don't reach you here. You know you have to go back, you're not done yet.
i never wanted this. i just wanted to live out a normal life. in all the worlds though i've never seen that. i'm doomed to...what was that thing giles used to say...i'm doomed to live in interesting times...all of me. they're all me aren't they. all dead or dying. all silent. all death.
All Righteous. Though you never believe me when I tell you that. But you're stalling. You have to go back. The Dragon will need your help. The Nameless is using these invaders like so many before them. If they succeed there it will be almost impossible to stop them later. You know this. I know you will go back, just as you do. You can't do anything else no matter how much you like to think you could.
but i'm dying.
Always the excuses.
goodbye.
Never. Only until we next meet.
Death...
Silence...
am i dead?
Not yet but you seem determined to end our agreement.
muse?
Of course. Who else would vist you here. Even your dreams don't reach you here. You know you have to go back, you're not done yet.
i never wanted this. i just wanted to live out a normal life. in all the worlds though i've never seen that. i'm doomed to...what was that thing giles used to say...i'm doomed to live in interesting times...all of me. they're all me aren't they. all dead or dying. all silent. all death.
All Righteous. Though you never believe me when I tell you that. But you're stalling. You have to go back. The Dragon will need your help. The Nameless is using these invaders like so many before them. If they succeed there it will be almost impossible to stop them later. You know this. I know you will go back, just as you do. You can't do anything else no matter how much you like to think you could.
but i'm dying.
Always the excuses.
goodbye.
Never. Only until we next meet.
The corruption was the first thing that he recognized as he returned to himself. The pain of it eating away at him slowly made him want to scream but he couldn't find the strength. His eyes struggled open. Trees were passing over head. He was being carried somewhere with trees. The pain hit him and he was in darkness again.
He could feel the corruption slowly killing him. He opened his eyes again and he was inside now. Jacob was standing over him talking to someone else in the room. The darkness was coming again, he tried to push it back, he tried to stay in the light but his eyes closed and he was in the darkness again. This time he wasn't alone.
Clouds surrounded the three of them. The lightning that flashed around them did little to illuminate their surroundings. Sai Jon looked at the other two. "I need your help."
"She spoke to us too," they answered together.
"The pain comes. The darkness comes. Find the end of insanity and you will find your cure." Kor Jon spoke alone.
"The pain comes. The darkness comes. In the joining lies the answer." Rainne continued.
Sai Jon looked back and forth at the other parts of himself, "Why can't you just give me a straight answer for once?" he asked in exasperation, "We're dying here you realize?"
They just looked at him, "What fun would that be?"
Sai Jon growled under his breath. Now he knew how he always managed to irritate all of his friends. He looked around and walked into the clouds and into the pain.
He opened his eyes again. The pain was consuming him and he found his voice again. The scream ripped out of him and Saltera was there. Saltera was saying something but he couldn't hear him. Sai Jon gasped in air and fell back into the darkness again.
Saltera stood over his brother and worried about the last word he'd heard before Sai Jon slipped back into unconsciousness. Why would he wake up after three days just to say one word, and why that word. Saltera wiped the sweat off of Sai Jon's forehead and sat back down in his chair. Of all the things that worried Saltera, his brother's sickness, their missing host, the dragon lord's current whereabouts. With all that flashing through his mind what he kept coming back to was that one word.
Redemption.
He could feel the corruption slowly killing him. He opened his eyes again and he was inside now. Jacob was standing over him talking to someone else in the room. The darkness was coming again, he tried to push it back, he tried to stay in the light but his eyes closed and he was in the darkness again. This time he wasn't alone.
Clouds surrounded the three of them. The lightning that flashed around them did little to illuminate their surroundings. Sai Jon looked at the other two. "I need your help."
"She spoke to us too," they answered together.
"The pain comes. The darkness comes. Find the end of insanity and you will find your cure." Kor Jon spoke alone.
"The pain comes. The darkness comes. In the joining lies the answer." Rainne continued.
Sai Jon looked back and forth at the other parts of himself, "Why can't you just give me a straight answer for once?" he asked in exasperation, "We're dying here you realize?"
They just looked at him, "What fun would that be?"
Sai Jon growled under his breath. Now he knew how he always managed to irritate all of his friends. He looked around and walked into the clouds and into the pain.
He opened his eyes again. The pain was consuming him and he found his voice again. The scream ripped out of him and Saltera was there. Saltera was saying something but he couldn't hear him. Sai Jon gasped in air and fell back into the darkness again.
Saltera stood over his brother and worried about the last word he'd heard before Sai Jon slipped back into unconsciousness. Why would he wake up after three days just to say one word, and why that word. Saltera wiped the sweat off of Sai Jon's forehead and sat back down in his chair. Of all the things that worried Saltera, his brother's sickness, their missing host, the dragon lord's current whereabouts. With all that flashing through his mind what he kept coming back to was that one word.
Redemption.
What's next?
Death came with unexpected peace. Jacob had come, and then the blackness cloaked everything. Not so bad, really.
But just as blissful sleep came, lightening arced from the dragon’s body, back along the rockets contrail. Blue-white, it sizzled across the sky, exploding into a strange looking motorcycle, blowing it to smithereens. The ‘elf’ that had been jacked into the vehicle was thrown high into the air.
Disorientation.
Shock.
ANGER!
All of these things were experienced, and then came the psionic cry of loss and sorrow from Jacob. That scream into the ether brought realization into focus.
This ‘elf’ was the one who’d shot me!
Anger flared hotly in what remains of me. I could see my old body in a pool of blood with Jacob sitting beside me, holding Sai Jon, his friend, both of them coated in my blood as it pooled beneath my inert corpse, but here I was, locked into a foreign body, hurling through the air.
Realization that I was about to die again if we landed in Battlefield Park woke survival instincts, and in the ‘elf’s’ mind I raged at him, talons digging into his body.
“BASTARD!”
He was as shocked as I. We are locked here together.
We hit hard around a tree, and I could hear a crowd gathering where Jacob and his friend were sitting. Then a shot gun blast ripped into the night.
Shortely thereafter, the oddest sensation was coupled with a brilliant blue glow where I had fallen. There was no pain, but a feeling of loss, diminishment – and then soft words carried on a breeze – “May the lord have mercy on your soul, friend dragon. May you rest and abide with him until time ends.”
My broken body was gone.
Ashes upon the wind.
I retreated from the elf’s consciousness. Turning inward. What was I to do now?
But just as blissful sleep came, lightening arced from the dragon’s body, back along the rockets contrail. Blue-white, it sizzled across the sky, exploding into a strange looking motorcycle, blowing it to smithereens. The ‘elf’ that had been jacked into the vehicle was thrown high into the air.
Disorientation.
Shock.
ANGER!
All of these things were experienced, and then came the psionic cry of loss and sorrow from Jacob. That scream into the ether brought realization into focus.
This ‘elf’ was the one who’d shot me!
Anger flared hotly in what remains of me. I could see my old body in a pool of blood with Jacob sitting beside me, holding Sai Jon, his friend, both of them coated in my blood as it pooled beneath my inert corpse, but here I was, locked into a foreign body, hurling through the air.
Realization that I was about to die again if we landed in Battlefield Park woke survival instincts, and in the ‘elf’s’ mind I raged at him, talons digging into his body.
“BASTARD!”
He was as shocked as I. We are locked here together.
We hit hard around a tree, and I could hear a crowd gathering where Jacob and his friend were sitting. Then a shot gun blast ripped into the night.
Shortely thereafter, the oddest sensation was coupled with a brilliant blue glow where I had fallen. There was no pain, but a feeling of loss, diminishment – and then soft words carried on a breeze – “May the lord have mercy on your soul, friend dragon. May you rest and abide with him until time ends.”
My broken body was gone.
Ashes upon the wind.
I retreated from the elf’s consciousness. Turning inward. What was I to do now?
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He had finally had enough. It was time to end this little charade. One of his own had been pulled from the sky, and he had grown tired of being patience.
He pulled his flight to a halt as he reached the ether. There, he pulled himself inward and faced the one who had held sway of his body for so long.
“This game has come to and end.”
“Yes, it has. It’s long past time for you to go!”
“Ahh... but you see, I have never left, nor will I. You will soon understand, the power you have hungered so long for has always been there, and it will always be just beyond your reach.”
Her eyes narrowed. “You are leaving, Dragon.”
The smile that came was almost one of pity. “There is where you are wrong.”
The power that had flooded the body once more roared to life, and he turned, still in his mind, and lifted the body that he had taken from the ground.
“Bloodspeaker, the hunger which you have always lusted for will be your curse. The power which you have held will be no more. You shall be condemned, for the rest of your days, as a simple human being. Your bloodlust will continue, yet your blood magic will cease. You shall be nothing but a soul trapped in a body, a body and soul much like the ones that you use to feed on.”
His words continued to echo on, the power that he brought to heel entwining with them. Then that power flared and shoved the bloodspeaker into the body that was held ready for her.
He pulled his flight to a halt as he reached the ether. There, he pulled himself inward and faced the one who had held sway of his body for so long.
“This game has come to and end.”
“Yes, it has. It’s long past time for you to go!”
“Ahh... but you see, I have never left, nor will I. You will soon understand, the power you have hungered so long for has always been there, and it will always be just beyond your reach.”
Her eyes narrowed. “You are leaving, Dragon.”
The smile that came was almost one of pity. “There is where you are wrong.”
The power that had flooded the body once more roared to life, and he turned, still in his mind, and lifted the body that he had taken from the ground.
“Bloodspeaker, the hunger which you have always lusted for will be your curse. The power which you have held will be no more. You shall be condemned, for the rest of your days, as a simple human being. Your bloodlust will continue, yet your blood magic will cease. You shall be nothing but a soul trapped in a body, a body and soul much like the ones that you use to feed on.”
His words continued to echo on, the power that he brought to heel entwining with them. Then that power flared and shoved the bloodspeaker into the body that was held ready for her.
Cry in the Dark
JACOB!
The softest whisper, "I'm hungry for lamb... not that stuff you eat.... red blood, warm and fresh", the thought rippled through the elf's mind.
He growled back at my thoughts, "You got food just last fraggin' night!!
Do you got any fraggin' idea how hard it is t'sneak pas' someone sleepin' in yer doss??"
This reply was puzzling, "why sneak? We're hungry and need to eat". For me it is simple, I hunger, I eat.
He answered with a touch of impatience, "Because walkin' inta someone's field an' sayin' "'Ey, mind if'n Ah take a nice chomp outta one'a them thar walkin' lawnmowers'a yers?" Don' work."
Dismissive air to the thought, "who asks? Swoop in and take it."
He let his exasperation show, "Ah cain' fly!!!"
"Of course you can, I know someone who had artificial wings added to his physiology, wonderful things for dropping in for a midnight snack."
My thoughts and memories of my new found friend brought a hint of sadness ......
A long keening cry ripped through Pslyder's mind... "JACOB!"
The softest whisper, "I'm hungry for lamb... not that stuff you eat.... red blood, warm and fresh", the thought rippled through the elf's mind.
He growled back at my thoughts, "You got food just last fraggin' night!!
Do you got any fraggin' idea how hard it is t'sneak pas' someone sleepin' in yer doss??"
This reply was puzzling, "why sneak? We're hungry and need to eat". For me it is simple, I hunger, I eat.
He answered with a touch of impatience, "Because walkin' inta someone's field an' sayin' "'Ey, mind if'n Ah take a nice chomp outta one'a them thar walkin' lawnmowers'a yers?" Don' work."
Dismissive air to the thought, "who asks? Swoop in and take it."
He let his exasperation show, "Ah cain' fly!!!"
"Of course you can, I know someone who had artificial wings added to his physiology, wonderful things for dropping in for a midnight snack."
My thoughts and memories of my new found friend brought a hint of sadness ......
A long keening cry ripped through Pslyder's mind... "JACOB!"
Jacob sat across the room from Sai Jon. The black mist hovered around his friend's body pulsing slowly. The smell was different than before. When he had taken the energies from the dragon Sai Jon had changed them and they had begun to change him. Jacob didn't know what to do. The three friends had been taking turns watching over him for the last week but they were no closer to finding a way to help. The house staff had brought in doctors and healers but they were clueless. Jacob had tried to reach his friend's mind telepathically but all he found was pain. They were going to lose him.
JACOB!
The cry startled him from his musings. He looked over at Sai Jon but he hadn't moved. Jacob stood and walked over to his friend, the voice hadn't been from Sai Jon. It was the lady dragon. But she was dead. He stopped for a moment, Well being dead hasn't stopped a dragon yet.
He walked to the hall and called for Tobias. Moments later he was soaring through the air out into the city leaving Tobias to watch over Sai Jon. He couldn't help one friend but maybe he could help another.
JACOB!
The cry startled him from his musings. He looked over at Sai Jon but he hadn't moved. Jacob stood and walked over to his friend, the voice hadn't been from Sai Jon. It was the lady dragon. But she was dead. He stopped for a moment, Well being dead hasn't stopped a dragon yet.
He walked to the hall and called for Tobias. Moments later he was soaring through the air out into the city leaving Tobias to watch over Sai Jon. He couldn't help one friend but maybe he could help another.
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