《Dragonbourne》


 The beginning

    ¡°For the heavens take cover when the skies are scaled, and the clouds are ablaze. For even they know that Dragons are never good news,¡± Preached the tavern¡¯s newest drunk. Many knew what he wanted, a gold coin for a good tale. Poor, old fool. He used to be intelligent at one time. He could¡¯ve been something, if not for that blasted, meat bag of a man that he calls ¡°father.¡± One sip of mead and he was-


    ¡°Agathra¡¯n!¡± Blinking, I investigated the general direction of the voice. Judging by the clean shave and the white strip of hair in his beard he was trying to hide his age, though, I would love to look like him when I get to his age. He was wearing wrapped silk around his body, not bad looking but looks are always deceiving. The mysterious gentlemen tossed me a bag that spread ten gold coin in front of me. I looked at it. The gold had stains of red. I choked down the last of my drink. Nothing was ever good in the swamp lands. The men and the women were all after your pocket. Sadly, they could never catch mine. My magic never was slower than the fingers on the edges of their palms. I never cursed them for trying; that would be unfair, like out drinking one of them to prove their mead was no match for my water.


    ¡°Your gold is no good to me. Go three days north to someone who can help you,¡± I voiced, making my opinion known. The gentlemen snarled as he grabbed his gold from my table. I used to have no problem taking that kind of man¡¯s gold in exchange for telling him exactly what he didn¡¯t want to hear. I seized ever since J¡¯arrmeklian promised, however, that he would summon trolls to attack me if I brought him false coin again. How were I to know he would be serious? I wished that he warned me they were zombies in the first place. I don¡¯t specialize in the undead.


    ¡°You want a story lassie?¡± The drunk man spoke ungainly, ¡°I could tell you one for some- ¡°


    ¡°Gold coins? No thank you. I¡¯m on my way out the door. Better to not waste the night time,¡± I started leaving gold for my ¡°drink.¡± If that is what they called alcohol. I walked out the door to see two thugs. I rolled my eyes. I didn¡¯t have the time. You can only properly harvest nightcaps, at night. I sighed there was going to be no way out of it. That is until my friend walked up to me.


    J¡¯arrmeklian, the good, was not the wizard to be tempered with. There was a swiftness that made him scary. No sooner that you decide to punch him you are a bunny. Flopping over the oversized feet because he never got the bunny right, on purpose. Three bunny hops you would change back-the bigger the feet he gave the more time he gave himself to walk away in laughter. He was a short man to say the least. They didn¡¯t consider him full blooded nord by any means. His eyes drooped from insomnia and the once magnificent color of his amber eyes were now a dark, haunting, piss color. His white, un-kept, mat of hair was hidden under his hood. His beard, one of the three things you could see from under his hood, was a light grey, black streaks from sleeping by the fire pit on the cold treacherous nights of winter, still laid to waste on the snow-white color that it was.


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    ¡°You look like a cinder that can¡¯t be burned,¡± I noted taking to his gesture of his arm as a sign I needed to walk with him. We calmly walked from the thugs who were too scared to attack me because he was an ally.


    ¡°I sense a danger in the air. You must follow me. Or, keep to your home in the hills of the hobbits,¡± his old, husky voiced managed to scratch out. He took to being a head of me. He needed to get to his staff soon or else the old man would shrink more by falling flat on his face. I sighed. If only he were to walk slower this wouldn¡¯t happen. Guess what they say is true; little man, big problems.


    ¡°Why am I taking to the hills? There can¡¯t be something that devastating that I couldn¡¯t have sensed while in the tavern.


    ¡°Getting drunk and using your magic again? Remember what happened last time? You told me that my son would take something precious- ¡°


    ¡°And give the greatest gift to a child of your kin. I remember. I still believe the fortune to be true. I haven¡¯t been wrong yet. The bartender¡¯s wife died in her sleep from poisoned mead, the baker was pregnant with twins, now named Tarnian and Falrker and- ¡°


    ¡°Yes, I know you were about to tell me that I had left that recipe in the cupboard. I know you are accurate, I¡¯m not that- ¡°


    ¡°Senile?¡± I asked him to read his words. He grabbed his staff in a gruff manner turning to face me. His face pervaded by frustration. He took the end of his cane and beat the top of my head with it.


    ¡°And you, oh wise one should have seen that coming!¡± He roared. I laughed at his frustration. I was amazed by him and his ever so transparent personality. He huffed, snorted while closing his eye, and then looked back to me in seriousness.


    ¡°For tonight trust me,¡± He stated quite seriously. I was taken aback by his seriousness wondering where the man that was in front of me had gone. I knew I had to listen to him if he was being this serious to me. I tried to see what he was talking about but, I couldn¡¯t see anything that would happen. I nodded. We parted ways. I headed to my home in the hills of the hobbits. It was all I could do. The only thing I could foretell about tonight- it was going to be a long night and there is to be no sleep for the wicked.


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    The following morning there was mustering voices in the hills of dark magic. I shivered at the thought. Dark magic was forbidden by all wizards in the time of peace. The hobbits had heard of rumors of the dragon hunter guild recruiting a wizard. What would the dragon hunters need a wizard for? Why have I not heard of such a job? I was lost in thought when I came to ask one of them by mistake.


    ¡°I have no idea what they would want with a wizard. They have those weapons made of dragons to hunt dragons. Makes no sense to me either.¡±


    I ignored what she had said. I had no care for the dragon hunters. Dragons were helpful to keeping the nord population under control. Even I on day would probably be burn to a crisp ash pile by the flames of one. As this thought passed through my mind my vision went blurry, my body became dizzy and I could almost feel as if I was falling down a never-ending hole. With the help of the hobbit community, I made it to my home with just enough time to fall to my floor, a vision came to play and suddenly, I-

 Hallucination I

    J¡¯arrmeklian quickly ran from view and into a line of fire. There was a hunt. Something was being found. Hopefully he could find it first. He quickly took to finding the object of reward. A dragon laid across the field like a downed tree. Breathing heavily, it tried to move. Moving was only making it worse for it. He moaned, crying out for help. J¡¯arrmeklian walked up to the dragon carefully. The arrow that hit it was giant, rugged from the carving to try and make it straight. Didn¡¯t work out but got underneath the scale. He had never seen such a kind of beast. He was hoping to never see one either. He started to look at the wound that as given to the dragon. He thought he could help. He started casting his healing spells, hoping that they would work.  He quickly knew that there was probably no hope but he had to try. He ignored the rumble behind him as a dragon landed next to the dying one. It was smelling it. Trying to smell the sweet scent of life coming from his nose. It was there, only barely. Both noticed each other at the same time. Calling upon the healing dragon, J¡¯arrmeklian quickly realized it would take more than that to heal this dragon. He took to trying a potion. It burned like acid through the poison and the dragon¡¯s hide. The dying dragon moaned loudly, there was nothing to be done.


    ¡°My giant reptilian creature, you must stop. Your energy is being wasted on the dead. The poison, it¡¯s far too potent, far too potent,¡± J¡¯arrmeklian demised. With that, the dragon died. The poison started eating at his scales with haste. He looked to the now weeping dragon, nuzzling its nose hoping that he could fight the poison and reanimate himself. J¡¯arrmeklian put his blood-soaked hands to its nose.


    ¡°Death comes to us all eventually. This came too soon. I can only give you the deepest of apologizes to you and your lost. There is no meaning to this violence, this torment,¡± He spoke gently, softly. He let his hand drop dead to his side. He was clearly distressed about the situation as well. Death was not something he was ever okay with. He was okay with his, everyone else was a different story. He looked to his dead friend that was directly across from the nose that created what felt like gale force winds when an exhale came.


    ¡°I am the dragon of the sky. They call me Mirmaania. You tried to help him. Why?¡± voiced the winds. He turned to the amazement the dragon was talking to him. The dragon stood proudly, glistening in the sun rays of early morning. The streaking color of hydrangea blue dove white and sapphire eyes that felt like a gentle touch of calming over one¡¯s soul. He noticed that dragons were not terrifying.


    ¡°Out with it tiny creature! Why were you helping us? Aren¡¯t your kind the kind the kills without reason?¡± Roared the other. He jumped into the air and turned to the other dragon. He landed softer than he had in his previous jumps. He felt like he was- floating? He shook the feeling. He had to give an answer.


    ¡°Life is important. Be it man, beast or otherwise. Some come to think that life runs out for the feast, for others life runs out when nothing can be done to prolong it. I¡¯m just an old wizard with one wish, to prolong life to have it see the world that is beautiful.¡± He explained. He bowed his head to the giant lizards and took to walking on foot. Raindrops came slowly down from the once starry gleaming sky. The once clear skies were now a pitch black even around the strawberry moon. He started to feel the warmth of the rain. They felt like tears dripping from the ones that roam and pillage the air far above him. He looked at the rain started to poor down now. He used his magic to make a covering for him, though he knew he could use the cold shower after pronouncing death of a dragon.


    You could hear the dragon hunter rejoicing at the kill. J¡¯arrmeklian frowned. He rarely did this. He hated killers of creatures in which their souls weren¡¯t thanked. He turned to them. ¡°Curse ye¡¯ who can¡¯t thank the life that was taken to suit you need for blood and superiority. Curse ye¡¯ damned to the depths. May your next hunt lead to poison of your kin. May your children parish with no glory to their names. May your wives be harmed by the unforeseen tonight! I give the curse as a right of the dragons you harm, the beast you do nothing but let rot and poke at just to have a good laugh, for this isn¡¯t hunting, this is being savages.¡± He murmured to his staff. He lined it up with the dragon hunter circling the dead body. He shot a light at them it gracefully expanded into a spider web of whispered word. The spell laid upon the unfortunate souls. He turned to go to his house. He was well beyond exhausted to the point that he was awake again.


    J¡¯arrmeklian lived in the mountains six nights passed the once great city of Kor¡¯thorn, an old dwarven city known for it¡¯s great feasts that gathered the hungry and those seeking a good pint of ale. He chose a mountain close by in hopes that a drunk would stumble in and by a flower for a coin. Sadly, that was years ago. Now he hopes that the little rebels will learn his house is not to be meddled with. He had set traps for those who dared go anywhere near his land and made sure that everything was safe guarded. It was now a dangerous area to live in. Bears were never hunted and many sought refuge by his house since the bee¡¯s nest overflowed with honey.


    Then there were the gargoyles. Ever since the dwarves had gone extinct they started multiplying like rabbits had in the springtime. They were nasty creatures that always tried to rob J¡¯arrmeklian of his keep. J¡¯arrmeklian thought of allowing it many times thinking of it as good fortune that they wanted to give but, then again, he would¡¯ve had to feed them. Feeding gargoyles is never cheap. He simply was hounded everyday by them. He learned how to avoid them. Slowly they stopped trying to be nice instead, they would attack him to prove their strength to him. He didn¡¯t enjoy it; they didn¡¯t either. They used to live in the walls and on the roofs of the old city. They left when the bandits came into play. The bandits killed them because they too found them annoying in their quest to offer allegiance in return a simple pay of food, too much food to pay gargoyles protection from themselves. Ensure your favorite authors get the support they deserve. Read this novel on Royal Road.


    As he came to his house, that now was a very long trip, He sighed relief. The posh looking house cascaded the mountainside. There were towers and corridors that he could¡¯ve rattled in but in the words of J¡¯arrmeklian himself; ¡°Every great wizard, mage or which needs room for their deeds.¡± He opened the doors with a swift wave of his staff. The door glowed a magnificent color of freshly blossomed lilacs and opened to a room that was engulfed in the light from the fireplace. He took a good look to see that his helpful assistant had made himself comfortable on the handmade carpet from his friend that has luxurious rabbit fur from his farm of agoras. He stepped on it; as soft as and as white as he had remembered it. He stood next to his friend, a tiny little fox that was left on his doorstep on a cold rainy day. He had a note with him about how someone was sorry to have killed his mother. Whatever gave them the idea that he could take care of a fox was beyond him however he did. He never gave the animal a name and he never would. ¡°His mother named him. What if gets confused when I start calling him something else?¡± was his normal excuse. Taking to the once barren kitchen, he started to cook a satisfying meal. Unsealing pork, taking out the garden-fresh potatoes, cooking, cleaning, roasting; all part of his process to his meal which was just a roast pork with rosemary, cloves and a hint of orange and some roasted potatoes with pepper and poured on fatty leftover from the pork roast. He ate quickly and occasionally gave the fox some bits. For the most part the fox fended for itself. Hunting small bunnies that hoped around the garden.


    Then came out a sleepy boy. J¡¯arrmeklian smiled. This was one of the greatest gifts that his wife had given him; a child. He didn¡¯t care what it was when he found out she was pregnant. When he was born, the skies were lit with stars, the darkest night of the year turned into the brightest most extravagant night of the century. There wasn¡¯t a soul awake for the unicorns fighting, the stars shooting back and forth, the moon glistening like a crystal; a festival of light all for his child, Shear¡¯kinish. His wife, who was half asleep, slowly followed the child when she came from the west wing. ¡°Jar, I have been up all night waiting for you,¡± she stated with a yawn. Her body was still as a common vixen. Her figure was of a pear and there was nothing wrong with her. She had an alignment of moles that looked as if she had a checkmark, like she was ready to come down from the heavens, her skin was tanner than J¡¯arrmeklian¡¯s. She preferred to work in the garden with a short sleeve dress. Her eyes were like amber coming fresh off the tree and her hair in a long golden braid. She hung her arms around his neck. She was a bit shorter than he was but not by much. She reached in and kissed him on his forehead. The kid grimaced. ¡°Kissing is gross Dad!¡± he yelled. J¡¯arrmeklian and his wife laughed. They both knew that one day he wouldn¡¯t find it so disgusting.


    J¡¯arrmeklian took his son¡¯s hand. He knew that it was late, too late for a young man to be awake. He walked his son to his room. His son struggled to keep with his father¡¯s slow and long stride. When they went into his room he ran to his bed. His father smiled at him. J¡¯arrmeklian went to his bed side and from the high walls he called upon a small book that was tiled ¡°bedtime stories.¡± He opened the book to a blank page. His son looked to him in awe.  ¡°What is the story tonight dad? Orcs? Trolls? Damsels in distress?¡±


    ¡°I think you deserve a better story tonight son,¡± exclaimed J¡¯arrmeklian. He waved his hand over the book. Suddenly there came out images of a dragon, a stormy night, and how death only comes to people who ask for it. J¡¯arrmeklian told his son his story. When he was just about done they heard a crash. J¡¯arrmeklian jumped, his son shivered, paused with fear. His wife yelled for him. J¡¯arrmeklian thought the gargoyles had gotten her. He panicked. He ran for her. ¡°Eathora!¡± he begged for her life. Anyone but his wife would he want to be caught in a fight. He got to the front. Little fox was on all fours now shaking, hiding behind Eathora. J¡¯arrmeklian sighed relief. He then heard a large knock at the door. The house shook. He almost fell. He cautiously went to the door. His bravery was casting out the fact he felt like running away. He opened to door. Mirmaania stood in front of his house.


    ¡°What can I help you with Mirmaania?¡± he asked her. She bowed her head.


    ¡°Dragon wizard, for your help tonight, let it be known from today onwards that that is who you are. As proof, we have a gift for you. From the mega alphas, alphas and warriors, a symbol of peace to you; a dragon soul gently placed within a scale of the very dragon that belongs to the soul. Please take care of it. It is all we have left of him. They burned the rest,¡± She advised struggling to not lose her voice. A rumble of thunder was heard throughout the lands but no lightning struck. He looked at her. A beast in love with the dead, it drove him mad to see it. She was so hurt by it. He went up to the dragon. He embraced her with his grip though it was nothing to the size of the dragon.


    ¡°I¡¯m sorry Mirmaania, the sky dragon. He deserved a better fate,¡± He murmured. He bowed and went into the house again, now soaked in the rain. A crash to the top of his house sent his wife into his arms. He looked at his wife and kissed her. She was in terror as the dragon roared. The land was indeed aware of his new title. ¡°The Dragon Wizard.¡±


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    When the morning came he had gotten up early and found a place for his new achievement. He took it to his library. He placed it in a display case. He put in the window to insure the soul always got sunlight. He then snapped his fingers and his violin. ¡°Play something good for the soul,¡± He commanded. The violin started playing something soft. It was a lovely little tune. He grinned to his left side. He then turned to his books. He looked around. It was especially large. He needed it to be for his collection too. He looked trying to find the right book. When he found it he pointed to it? ¡°Book one, aisle seven and level 345. Hand,¡± He commanded. With that Book one in aisle 7 and on the 345<sup>th</sup> level dropped quickly down and landed as a feather in his hand. ¡°Dragon¡¯s guide,¡± was written in the title. He opened it. He looked to see what she had meant by the classes. He read the whole book in a day. His wife calm in bringing him his tea, his apprentice going thru his books for the day, and his son playing with little fox out in the garden. Life felt simple for him. He kept to his studies everyone else worked around him. When he noticed it was about dinnertime he closed his book, said goodnight to the soul, and headed to dinner. He never missed dinner when he was home; his wife wouldn¡¯t let him. If he ever did he would¡¯ve never heard the end of it. He took to the kitchen swiftly.


    As he got into the kitchen he wafted the scent of roast goat seasoned with rosemary and thyme, boiled potatoes covered in the fats of the goat. And some garden-fresh vegetables of the variety. He sat at the table.


    Not so far south of the home of J¡¯arrmeklian, passed the winding hills and haunting gargoyles there was trouble stirring no one knew what was coming. No one knew the black magic brewing.

 Hallucination II

    Throughout the darkened halls of the once great dwarven village of Kraken¡¯dous, in the north, bodies stirred in the halls. Bandits of every race and kind played with lives of the animals like they were toys, they ran after each other for practice, and yelled in a drunken stomper. Their hide armor hung loose from their hungered bodies. The quiet archers sipped on tea, which they were made fun of for, but they did anything for a good amount of coin and that is what the leader of the Bandits gave them. They usually searched the ruins for traps, activated them to deactivate them so that the idiots that followed them didn¡¯t kill themselves in the process of running around with the rest of their pathetic lives. The archers truly didn¡¯t like being bandits. Setting fire to houses, raping women, molesting children, and hanging men that refused to join from the nearby trees; was not their idea of fun. They sat back and cooked food for the disgusting people that got drunk and raided houses and destroyed people¡¯s lives for the hell of it. The archers were a pair of brother¡¯s that was employed from one of the raids. They were lanky at best but stronger than most of the bandits here. They were identical twins with scarily; blue eyes, sharp facial features, and both had a long braid to opposite side of their heads. Koh¡¯thyren, the youngest, had a scare from a horrible attack. Koy¡¯herrohn was the eldest and was the calm before his brother, ¡°the storm.¡±


    They watched as their house was burned from the top, down before they joined. They shot a couple of them protecting their younger siblings. The bandits came into their burning house with a grimaced smile on his face. They took out their daggers to protect their sister. They knew what a raid meant. Goodbye dad and hello to another child on the way. ¡°Well, what cute little children. Look at that young girl. Keeping her to yourself are ya? You better be okay with sharing,¡± he groaned. He shifted his hides to adjust the down under region.


    ¡°We¡¯ll share a knife before you take our sister!¡± The eldest roared. The bandit laughed. He took out his sword and crashed it against their daggers. The boys got angry and killed the mad man with poisoned arrows to each of his sides. The younger, taller brother took the man¡¯s head, lifted him, and threw him out of the house.


    ¡°Quick, Loosie!¡± Yelled the youngest. He took her hand as she stared at the dead body, glad that it wasn¡¯t all over her. She ran tripping.


    ¡°Hey archer! What would you like to eat? A crumpet for your tea?¡± one of the bandits interrupted the youngest memory. The youngest looked up in a threatening way. He stood up towering the man easily. He took out his knife and put it gently to his neck. He gently slid the knife across the bandit¡¯s neck, thinking of how red would look nice around his neck. The eldest stood up and took the knife from the neck. He looked to his younger brother. Then glared at the bandit who now thought about going to change his loincloth.


    ¡°I recommend you leave,¡± he noted quietly to the bandit. The bandit ran away tripping from being intoxication of his liquor and adrenaline. The youngest sat down and continued to slowly taking to his tea again. He knew it was gone but it was the only thing that stopped him from killing every single person that walked by him.


    A taller ¡°gentleman¡± that stood to attention in front of them, greeted them. He quickly smiled, ¡°Good job scaring my troops. Looking for a less gold?¡±


    ¡°No, I was looking to take his share,¡± remarked the youngest. The bandit roared in laughter. The youngest glared at the other bandit as if he was prey. The eldest was ready to pounce at him. They were lucky to be alive.


    ¡°I have a task for you. It¡¯s not simple enough for the idiots behind me,¡± The bandit stated. The youngest turned his blue eyes to the bandit leader. He always thought that if they were too dumb to do the job they should just leave then again, they were dumb enough to ruin people¡¯s lives why not be dumb enough to walk into a trap the would hang them from a wall due to a spike. The two looked at each other then back to the leader. The leader smiled gingerly at them. He took out a bag of coin and a letter. ¡°Deliver this to the necromancer. This is his gold. Your gold will come later.¡± The boys looked at him with a glare. Play Messenger? Was he serious? They stood up and bowed their heads. That was their way of accepting a job that they thought was the biggest joke they could imagine. One boy took the gold and the other took the letter.


    They walked off down the ancient halls, brass heads shown like gold in the torch lighting. They were symmetrically across from each other and the exact same distance apart, to make it look like they were four people standing in a square on the edges of the hall that was now littered with the remains of dwarves and their trap debris. The boys looked as if they were shadows walking down the halls; their hoods hid their faces except for the sapphire blue eyes that couldn¡¯t be hidden even in the darkest room. When they got to the end of the hallway they escaped into the rainy night. ¡°This is going to be a long walk,¡± The eldest stated.


    ¡°At least we¡¯ll get a bath from the gods,¡± the youngest retorted. The eldest looked over at him as they walked over to the horse stables. A smirk laid upon his lips at this thought.


    ¡°At least mother is still washing us after death.¡±


    ¡°With any luck, father won¡¯t show up threatening thunder and lightning upon us for the trouble we have caused,¡± the youngest stated. Trying to get the last cynical remark in.


    ¡°With any luck the skies will not fall down and will not take us like we took light from the sky,¡± The eldest had said with a smirk on his face. The youngest got on his horse with defeat.


    They rode off into the night the clashing of thunder rolled on but no lightning was to follow never more. The horsed galloped and slashed through the puddles forming beneath their hooves, they didn¡¯t like thunder. They didn¡¯t like that there was no lightning even more. They kept going for they feared the whip. The wild paint and dun colored ¡®stangs just wanted to get wherever their masters wanted and get a good spot of hay before the run again. They jumped over the terrain of rocks and tried hard not to step on the rabbits and squirrels beneath their massive hooves. When they arrived at the destination they didn¡¯t feel good news where they were. Then again, they never felt good news with anything. They assumed it was a normal feeling.


    The boys jumped off the horses. The thunder clashed again and the dun horse couldn¡¯t take it anymore and reared. ¡°Glad you waited,¡± muttered the youngest. They took to the entrance of the haunted looking shack in the middle of nowhere. The boys knocked lightly on the door that looked as if they knocked on it harder, it would fall. It opened itself and the necromancer mustered from the shadows. They threw him the coin and held out the letter. The necromancer rolled his eyes.


    ¡°Well aren¡¯t you happy to be here,¡± he remarked. The youngest tried not the launch out at him because of the comment. They were soaked, cold and shivering and he didn¡¯t even offer escape from the rain. The necromancer read the note and he smirked.


    ¡°Well that makes fifth payment. I¡¯ll do it boys. Let that pathetic dragon hunter know the task will be done in a fort night,¡± He answered the letter. The boys bowed and started walking off.


    ¡°I wonder who that is,¡± The youngest pondered. The eldest looked at him as if he was serious.


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    ¡°Koh¡¯thyren, that is Fari¡¯us the dark. He is the black wizard,¡± The eldest stated. The youngest looked at him in horror. What were the bandits doing messing with a necromancer of that degree for?


    ¡°What is happening in a fort night?¡± He asked. The eldest shrugged at the boy.


    ¡°I don¡¯t care anymore. I just want to live and to live, we must do as we are told until something better comes and then we can kill everyone with the secret way out,¡± The eldest answered. They galloped away from Fari¡¯us. Both unconsciously feared what was to come.


    As they approached the dwarven stables to put the horses away the leader came out to greet them. They got off the horses.


    ¡°As you asked. Message was delivered and the money was given,¡± the eldest stated to the leader.


    ¡°And you smell better. You body was starting to reek of tea,¡± the leader slurred. He was clearly drunk. The youngest didn¡¯t like talking to the drunken bandits, especially the leader. He glared and started to walk towards the entrance. The leader looked at them, ¡°You¡¯ve served your purpose for us. You delivered last payment. Congratulations! You die now!¡± Yelled the leader. He withdrew his sword the twins¡¯ eyes were wide open. They dodged the great blade that they specially poisoned for him earlier that week. They grabbed for their knives and slashed his sides. He roared in pain. The boys took this time to make their run for the hills. They grabbed for their horses.


    ¡°Go! Go!¡± they both roared. The youngest took to his bow.


    ¡°Don¡¯t think about it, Koh¡¯thyren!¡± The eldest hollered. Not listening to his brother, he shot the poisoned arrow at the leader of the bandits.


    ¡°Bastard!¡± The youngest roared as it landed right in the leader¡¯s chest. He looked at his brother who was lit with anger. He looked at him with the same anger that was slowly turning to non-regrettable bliss. The elder brother sensed relief as well. He took a deep breath in. He finally felt like he could.


    They rode the horses until mid evening of the next day. They were fast asleep when the horses came to a halt in front of a large door. They woke up to the blind sunlight encompassing them. When their eyes finally got used to the light they looked to the door they had never seen it. They got off the horses soaked backs and walked, cautiously, up to the door. They raised their arms together and knocked. They felt unwelcome news was behind the door.


    When it opened there stood a curious looking old man. ¡°What?¡± he grumbled.


    ¡°Where are we?¡± asked Koh¡¯thyren. The old man changed his posture.


    ¡°My house!¡± He answered combing his beard to the boy¡¯s curiosity. He was wondering if he was more curious than they were.


    ¡°Do you mind some gold for some food?¡± the eldest asked. The man now looked at the other. They looked the same except for the ill one that was talking. With that thought he noticed the swaying of the young man¡¯s hips and the shaking of the curious ones¡¯ body.


    ¡°Come! Explain yourselves for being at my doorstep while you warm yourselves by the fire. I¡¯m a good wizard; witch- whatever you prefer to call me. You know what? Call me J¡¯arrmeklian,¡± He voiced. They looked at each other. They never knew of ¡°good magic.¡± They walked into the strange door. They were greeted with a warm fire and a small fox. Their first thought of him was food. Their second thought was that they didn¡¯t care about having food at this point; they just wanted warmth. They tried running for the fire but found they could only stumble and land flat on the rabbit carpet. J¡¯arrmeklian laughed.


    ¡°Those with cold feet shouldn¡¯t run, like those with hot feet shouldn¡¯t walk, they should stroll,¡± J¡¯arrmeklian joked. They took quietly to warming up sleeping against each other once they were comfortable.


    ¡°Wife! I need a meal for when two extra mouths wake up to feed,¡± He panicked. He didn¡¯t like letting his wife know about foreign bodies in the house, much less that she had to feed them. His wife on the other hand sighed, she had foreseen two dark figures of innocence in her dreams the previous night showing up on their door step followed by fire that she wasn¡¯t sure when was going to happen. She wasn¡¯t excited for it. She looked at him lovingly.


    ¡°You¡¯re lucky I have a mother¡¯s instinct to foresee this,¡± she retorted to him with a calm smile on her face but a storm in her eyes. J¡¯arrmeklian sighed relief that she had already started making extra. They both talked for the next few hours while the boys resided by the fireplace. They talked about what they were running from, what they were so worried about. Wondering what they were doing before this, wondering if they were running away to start a new life. If they were would they be the ones to help? J¡¯arrmeklian and this wife had come to an agreement. It would be their last children if they were to ask to stay. They considered all the options until dinner was finished and ready to be consumed. J¡¯arrmeklian went to the living room where the boys had fallen asleep on each other. He touched the back of the eldest. He woke up quietly. His eyes again blinded by light. He looked to see J¡¯arrmeklian. He was quite confused. He looked to his brother who was still asleep.


    ¡°Dinner is ready if you are,¡± J¡¯arrmeklian stated calmly. He then walked away to let the boy recoup his memory. He shook his brother awake who did the same thing as his brother. They looked at each other trying to remember what had happened. They then remembered that they were running from the bandits. They remembered getting on their horses, the leader¡¯s death then he remembered that they woke up here in front of this houses door. They got up and started walking towards where the old man had come from. They were confused about where the food was. Then a little boy came running and paused. He had never seen such tall people. They almost looked like giants to him. His hair stood on edge. He wasn¡¯t sure what to say. He could only see the blue eyes underneath the hoods of black and the seamlessly skintight clothing showed that they were limber and nothing to mess with. One of them kneeled and still was taller than he was. He backed up a little bit. He wasn¡¯t sure who was in his house.


    ¡°Your father invited us to dinner, where is the dining hall?¡± the youngest asked. The boy calmed down a bit to hear that they weren¡¯t going to hurt him. He walked by them quietly as an urge for them to follow him. He went to the dining hall and found that there were two extra spots at the table. J¡¯arrmeklian was in his regular seat and oddly, his wife sat next to him. Shear¡¯kinish sat next to his mother and the boys sat across from the both. They both started eating. J¡¯arrmeklian looked as the boys ate their plates in a graceful and quick manner. He was surprised. The family looked at each other and then started eating. The boys finished their food and waited until the family was done. J¡¯arrmeklian stopped in the middle of his meal.


    ¡°So, what is the plan for you boys?¡± he asked. The boys looked at each other. They had no idea.


    ¡°In all honesty sir, we have no idea,¡± the eldest stated. The youngest looked down at his plate. He was so hungry he could¡¯ve had more; he was too shy to ask because he didn¡¯t want to have them starve to feed him. J¡¯arrmeklian saw the look of hunger and smiled that they cared about such trivial things that he never had the slightest worry about.


    ¡°Eat boy!¡± He stated joyfully. The youngest looked up in surprise, ¡°If you are hungry you should eat. You have had a long journey I can tell. I wish to know more and to keep you at the table we must eat the food while it is warm.¡± The boys both got up and went for seconds. This time instead of eating in silence the boys told their story to the wizard. The family was in awe to find out about their family. In awe that they had no one besides each other, Awed that they lived through a strike of a poisoned great sword. ¡®They looked happy for a moment¡¯ thought J¡¯arrmeklian. J¡¯arrmeklian finished the last of the food. The son had gone to sleep at the table from the story, his wife was in tears, and J¡¯arrmeklian was pleasant through the thing.


    When the boys finally ended the story, they couldn¡¯t continue to stay awake much longer either. They took care of the table and helped Eathora in the kitchen. J¡¯arrmeklian walked with his son in his hand towards the boy¡¯s room. When he came back, the boys were about to walk out the house. Eathora begging them to wait until J¡¯arrmeklian had come before they made their leave.


    ¡°Just in time J¡¯arrmeklian!¡± Eathora voiced. She rushed the boys to their side. J¡¯arrmeklian smiled.


    ¡°Sorry to see you both go so soon. You are always welcome in this house,¡± J¡¯arrmeklian stated. The boys looked at each other.


    ¡°But we killed a dragon, Dragon wizard. His soul, you have it,¡± The eldest stated.


    ¡°Young man I have learned a great many of things. I think if their pride as dragons they know many more,¡± J¡¯arrmeklian voiced, ¡°I think that you both will be fine men someday however, you may need something more then just your poor old horses to lead you to that place in time. Come stay here, you¡¯re not intruding on this giant house. There is space, there is food, and there is small game to hunt. Help Little Fox grow in hunting. Help my son learn to battle with iron, teach my boy to shoot a bow. What would you say that your newest employment wouldn¡¯t require raiding villages, pillaging, and burning something to the ground? How about an employment where you grow yourselves, plant seeds in the young, and empower yourselves with knowledge that you both can clearly handle? You can be just like Little Fox.¡± The boys laughed because that fox was begging them not to go as well. They then looked at each other. It was something new, something, worthwhile. They both nodded just as J¡¯arrmeklian had hoped. J¡¯arrmeklian clapped and with that there was some shaking. Everyone held onto each other quickly for the moment. The boys looked around and as they did they saw a door appear in the living room.


    ¡°Your room is that way. Whatever you think of while walking through will be as it stays so think carefully,¡± J¡¯arrmeklian stated with a wink. He took his wife¡¯s hand and courted her to bed. The boys were left in the middle of the living room staring at one and another. They rushed to the door and they opened the door. When they did they saw a passageway with a light flowing from the top, they flowed the corridor into a large room that had a more natured look to it. Herbs sprang from rock edges. Two hammocks hung from the ceiling and laid down right were there feet could touch. They could feel the warmth of the fire from the fireplace of their new room. They looked at each other. How could they think of this room? They know they did but how did the wizard know. They took to their hammocks that had a pillow and a deer hide in each bed. The boys undressed and felt a sleep in the warmth of memories from home.

 Hallucination III

    Nighttime came for all the land. Mirmaania was still in mourning over her lost beloved. She continued to see him in the skies. Wondering if his bright clash would come with the soft roars of threatening thunder. However, no fiery lights would shine from the skies from then on. All the dragons mourned in her loss. The warriors were hard to kill and the last one that they thought would die was the first of the warriors to go. There was a lot of mourning between the alphas and warrior dragons. No one expected his death. The one dragon who could carry on in this time was the only one that would visit her in her time of need-Igneelium. The dragon of fire had no such time to mourn as he had a secret to keep, protect and serve- a child. As Igneelium landed with a small quake on the ground, his son, Krohan, poked his baby blue eyes up to see if it was clear for him to walk. Krohan was small in comparison to the dragons, but not in comparison to the ancient race he came from. His blue eyes gave him away as not a true blood of the blood elves, poor halfing. He had no need to fear. He jumped from his father¡¯s back and ran up to Mirmaania. She watched as the blood elf child worked his way up the rather slick side of her to climb onto her back. His vibrant orange hair should surely be noticed by the other¡¯s if they even ever cared to look or take wager that Grandonin would ever get close to Igneelium to punish him for the crime of having a dragonbourne. She watched as the barely clothed two-year-old tried to grasp onto her scales. Feeling his stare, she looked up at him. ¡°What have you to say to a widow?¡± She asked.


    ¡°I have nothing to state. I came to make sure that you weren¡¯t withering away to nothing. Like watching him burn from here,¡± He spoke watching the flames of a massive fire in the distance.


    ¡°I would do no such thing,¡± she spoke her voice crackling from holding back tears. She watched the child continue in his endeavor up to her snout. He was doing well at making the progress.


    ¡°Krohan!¡± Roared Igneelium.


    ¡°Father?¡± He flinched. He lost his grip and slid down the sleek scales of the sky dragon. Igneelium motioned him to run to his tail. Krohan followed the order as if it were his mentioning of going home. He grabbed the tail and Igneelium sent the child flying onto his back. Mirmaania was not surprised that the child was acting in this manner, Igneelium always seemed like he would be a good father.


    ¡°It was good to see you, don¡¯t mourn for too long, I don¡¯t think anyone would live long if you did,¡± he spoke. She looked to him, he was correct. Her mourning for long would cause the sky to never be the color of pastel blue ever again. She ceased her pain slowly from spreading into her heart further. She stood up and looked around, with her friend gone she smiled- he knew just what to do when it came to death-conquer the pain. With that she left the rock that she was laying on while watching her beloved-burn to ash.


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    The morning brought unwelcome news to many of the dragons that were easily found. Many were killed off quickly, such as: Fainwake, the dragon of sloth sin; or the dragon of envy sin, Kaynnar. They were the first of many alphas to go. Warriors were less unfortunate because- they would try to fight back. However not many could as they forgot what it was like to stand with two feet. Grangorr, the dragon of earth learned this lesson when a sword was plunged into his chest because he tried running, with legs and hands. Those who escaped ran to warn others quickly. They weren¡¯t fruitless in their efforts, not all dragons died that day.


    Deep in the forest of the Mirr laid Sectarius, the dragon of the forest. She was a mud brown dragon covered in moss patches and lived in the Mirr as a protector of the specie that lived there. She woke up to the sound of arrows flying in the air. Quickly she arose to shaking.


    ¡°Sectarius! Come we haven¡¯t the time to sleep! Please awake! We must go!¡± She heard she opened her eyes to a naked frost elf. A frost elf? In Mirr? Impossible! She stood up only to feel herself fall. She looked to her¡­hands? She knew this wasn¡¯t good. She stumbled back to her feet and ran towards the frost elf. Sectarius wiped the leaves around them to make a covering of the entrance of the tunnel they were in.


    ¡°To who to I owe my life?¡± She spoke.


    ¡°Now is not the time to speak! We are in danger!¡± the elf whispered harshly. Sectarius knew who it was- Artik. The frost elf was once the great dragon of ice and frost. Everything that was cold could be only a result of her presence. They reached the end and they climbed out hearing the roar of the bandits looking for them.


    ¡°Artik, what has happened?¡± Sectarius spoke. Artik looked as puzzled as she did. Her blue skin as pale as snow, her eyes radiated like small, burning suns where her eyes belonged. She never realized that Artik was a frost elf, however-


    ¡°I have not a clue. Even Grandonin is puzzled upon our situation. I went to his aide last night however he could not fix me. He told me to help find more of us and save us from the dragon hunters. I came upon you first. We are all rapidly becoming our original races. Such as you, Orc,¡± she explained. Sectarius looked at her with a profound sense of unease, Orcs were never the easiest to trust since one false move and you were no longer blood kin. She understood what was happening.


    ¡°What are the Alphas to do about this?¡± She asked. Artik looked at her with the most serious face.


    ¡°Run to the mountains in the north, steal clothes to keep yourself warm and most importantly survive,¡± Artik answered in the most dooming of voices. She snapped her fingers and disappeared.


    ¡°What in the name of all things ungodly are going on?¡± Sectarius wondered aloud turning northeast and started to run.

 Hallucination (Off Plot Line)

    As time went on, Kaylieghaqui, Krohan and Rigor grew up to be older children, as J¡¯arrmeklian put it. The kids had learned many of things in the past ten years. One thing they all agreed upon doing together was, hunting. The kids enjoyed hunting together and made sort of a competition out of it. Bucks were priced animals for the witches and wizards of Creation. Their antlers were useful for potions and poisons; their fur, since far bigger than a doe and softer than a bear, were used for clothing that could later be enchanted. Oddly, one specialty enchanter found, deer hide was far easier to enchant due to the earthly diet of the large animal. Then there was the more aggressive animals, although they tried to steer on the route of caution when it came to hunting them but the eyes, claws, organs and bones were all going to be, at some point, necessary for Eathora to need. It was better Eathora never ran out of such ingredients because they felt if the day ever came that she needed them- they would be killed. Those they had to hunt together. So, they all got various points when it came to those creatures. Then there were the small game. They gave you big points as they were faster, more alert, and smaller targets. However, after three, you earned no more points on the small game. Mostly because there was little use for them beyond meat.


    Kaylieghaqui, also known as Kay, was the top hunter of the group. In one day she had hunted and brought home three boar, 2 Bucks, 2 Doe, pointed and shot first; one Autumn Bear, a bear with the fur color of brown with heavy tints and sometimes splotches of; green, yellow, orange or red, a Tiger Hound; think of a larger more vicious and angry fox with white stripe socks, and made the kill shot on a vampire cat, which was unheard of because they usually had drained the blood of it enemy before they could get the kill shot. The points that she had gone home with, earned her a title of hunter from even Koy and Koh. Where, on the other end of the stick in the group, there is a special title for Rigor: ¡°Bait.¡± He is out of all of them he one to get the lowest points. Although he does catch some of the smallest prey such as squirrels, rabbits and the occasional Racyena, a small creature with grey and black fur that looked more like a starving, mangey, thin, black haired abused cat, he couldn¡¯t nab much passed that and with only three counting¡­


    The morning started off usual. They all woke up early and prepared a simple meal of fruit and oatmeal. Next, they went to the armory and supplied themselves with enough arrows for the morning hunt. Finally, they grabbed their bows that were made by Koh. Kaylieghaqui had an Ebony wood bow that Kiagra, a fellow wizard who was trying to specialize in enchanting, enchanted with a target placer so that Kay would know what she was hitting. Krohan grabbed his steel bow, no enchantment needed because he lit his arrows on fire. Then there was Rigor¡¯s bow. Rigor¡¯s bow was made of mahogany and had an attached target for him so that way he didn¡¯t have to try to fiddle with an enchantment while out in the forest. As they walked out in the sunrise, J¡¯arrmeklian smiled at the sight of the three getting along, with how they introduced either in the past¡­ he was pleased that they could become comrades in the present. ¡°I wish you a good hunt children. Come back safe,¡± he spoke softly from his room, stroking his sleeping wife¡¯s long hair calmly.


    Coming into the afternoon, the children were indeed having a wonderful hunt. They were catching big game today, well except Rigor who had now been the specialty small game killer.


    Thwack! ¡°Damnit!¡± Kaylieghaqui roared as she missed a buck and her arrow landed into a oak tree.


    ¡°You¡¯re not getting that arrow back!¡± laughed Rigor. Kaylieghaqui glared at Rigor as he was laughing. He knew she never missed and when she did, he found it a bit funny. He leaped down from the tree that he was in and land on his feet. ¡°Hey Kay! I think we should stop for the day.¡±


    ¡°Yeah maybe a good idea, I don¡¯t know how we¡¯re going to get all of this home,¡± Spoke Krohan. Kaylieghaqui jumped and landed heavily onto the ground. Her armor, known as ¡°crown armor¡±, was an embossed steel plate armor that had a layer of wool and orichalcum.


    ¡°If both say so then I¡¯m overruled. Let¡¯s head back,¡± She compromised. She grabbed a few nearby sticks to help with taking the animals home for butchering. Meanwhile, the boys took the rope out of their nap stacks and started to tie ropes around the feet of the animals so that the kills could slide onto the sticks without fail.


    ¡°Man, I wish I was as good as she is, even with all my practice that I do-¡±


    ¡°Rigor, you get too caught up in the moment out here. At the house you¡¯re calm and you keep your composure. Try starting with changing the way you look at the morning chore before you act on the practice of your shot,¡± Krohan interrupted. Krohan had become much like his father in time that he has been away from the dragon. His young youth bright blue eyes, now sapphire in hue. His face edges were less round, his body more prepared for battle than for a feast with kings. He wasn¡¯t lean like Koy or Koh, but he was not as broad as J¡¯arrmeklian was. Rigor looked at him, his amber eyes like daggers. He knew what Krohan said was true but, if it helped his mother, he was excited to do so. Kaylieghaqui came back a few minutes later and had the branches for everyone to load the game onto. The bigger game were harder to load but once on the branch they became easy to carry. They each picked up one branch and started to walk towards the house, or so they thought. Even though they were going in what looked like the correct forest, they had forgotten that day an essential object, called the home compass. A home compass was well, a compass that helped you get home. The reason behind its importance is when they go hunting they go into a magical forest known as a Labyrinthia. The only way to get out, not guessing, is to use the compass that would take you straight out of the forest without any harm coming to you, or your game.


    As the kids continued walking they noticed this. Krohan stopped in his tracks nearly knocking Rigor to his feet. ¡°What in Oblivion Krohan!¡± he shouted while regaining his footing. Krohan turned his head and looked at him.


    ¡°Don¡¯t you notice the scent of the air? It¡¯s different. We¡¯re not going the right way. Kay do you have the compass?¡± Krohan questioned. Kayleighaqui checked her sack and remained silent. She knew she was forgetting something. Rigor looked at Krohan now with a slight hint of worry. He didn¡¯t like the feeling of being lost. Krohan stiffed the air again. ¡°This way.¡± He gestured. Turning his head around he looked more into the landscape of the Labyrinthia. Snow? He was sure they were going the wrong way. Kaylieghaqui must have noticed the samething.


    ¡°Snow?¡± Kaylieghaqui wondered aloud.


    ¡°Yeah, odd. What time is it?¡± Asked rigor.


    ¡°Mid-Havgard. We shouldn¡¯t be seeing snow for¡­Devines at least 5 more fortnights,¡± Spoke Kaylieghaqui confused as to what was happening.


    ¡°Magic¡­maybe?¡±


    ¡°Nah, We are on a mountain, even the known good weather of a Labyrinthia cannot override the harsh weathers of a mountain.


    ¡°What is that in the distance?¡± Rigor asked. He may not have been known for a keen shot in the field but he could point them out better than any sport hunting dog at the manor could. Kay and Krohan investigated the snow and noticed nothing.


    ¡°I think you¡¯re seeing things Rigor. It¡¯s just snow,¡± Spoke Kaylieghaqui who started walking again in the direction that Krohan said to go. Krohan shrugged and continued as well.


    ¡°So you both are telling me you have seen snow that blue,¡± He spoke pointing in the direction of a slice of ultramarine blue laid between two mounds of the pure white snow. Krohan and Rigor looked at either, that color was not snow. They dropped their branches onto the ground and started digging. They saw a girl about their age attached to the blue hair? Was this natural? They stopped questioning it and got her out of the snow quickly. Kay rushed over.


    ¡°Devine Eir, Please tell me she lives!¡± Spoke Kaylieghaqui.


    ¡°Barely, Help me get her on my back, I¡¯ll carry my game some other way,¡± Krohan directed.


    ¡°You won¡¯t be holding any game with a person on your back,¡± Argued Kaylieghaqui. She was correct, no doubt about it. Krohan couldn¡¯t handle all that weight. They got the person onto Krohan¡¯s back and Rigor caught the second game branch before Kaylieghaqui tried to carry it. Rigor had gotten a lot of his brawn from his father side, so the added weight didn¡¯t mean much to a person like Rigor. While on their way down the mountain, finally going towards home. The falling snow stopped and their stood three men. One an icy blue white haired boy looking down at the kids helping his prey. The other two guys pushed him over.The author''s narrative has been misappropriated; report any instances of this story on Amazon.


    ¡°Now the boss will be pissed puny! We were supposed to get her and kill her! What are we going to say now?¡±


    ¡°Now we tell him that she was found by three kids about my age. Three kids with some large game,¡± the boy spoke. His eyes focused on the people walking away. He could¡¯ve froze them but, if they knew he had that kind of power they would surely abuse it as much as they already did himself. His black eyes looked to them. ¡°Why would three people need that much game?¡± he asked the others. They looked at him and shrugged with unsureness in their faces. He sighed. Drunk idiots couldn¡¯t tell a pear from an apple if you asked them.


    ¡°Where can we find a large place on this mountain?¡± He asked them. They didn¡¯t know that answer either. He grew angry, and as he grew angry, the shade of the clouds above them got darker as the boy got angrier.


    ¡°We¡¯ll follow them then, and report back. No use catching hell,¡± The boy spoke.


    ¡°Just something you would think, Taleon! Perfect idea boy! Excellent! The boss would be most impressed if he were here,¡± They cheered.


    ¡°You¡¯re just happy to escape beheading,¡± he muttered. Unfortunately, he didn¡¯t mutter quite low enough and the two bandits by him knocked Taleon to the ground and started to hit him on his sides each finishing with one blade slice across the face.


    ¡°You better learn boy! Respect!¡± They both shouted. Taleon didn¡¯t have any reason to respect them. When he was young he was found on a mountain covered up in sheep skins and swaddled in rabbit fur underneath it all. Now he was here with these monsters living for the next kill of a dragon. He found them to be cheaters because they had turned the dragon¡¯s into humans to hunt them. Cowards even because they couldn¡¯t attack them while they were beasts. They supposedly had gotten one, but they had help of two expert archers on that day. They didn¡¯t kill the dragon themselves! Taleon, started walking and the others started to follow, their armor clanking and clacking along the way.


    ¡°Maybe it¡¯s best I do this on my own, you both are obnoxiously loud and the odor you have¡­is so repulsive that even I could smell you from where they are if I were them,¡± He announced. The men looked at him with damning glares.


    ¡°The boss don¡¯t have that much trust in you boy,¡± one of the bandits sneered.


    ¡°If I¡¯m not back by nightfall, the next time you see me is when I¡¯m either dead or dying,¡± Taleon tried persuading them. They looked at each other, nodded and then gestured Taleon to go. Taleon ran quickly over the snow. His light feet made it easy for him to move without the sound of snow crunching underneath his feet. As he caught up to them, he watched them from a small distance to find out where their destination was. As they got closer to the destination, he drew back a little bit to not be noticed by anyone in the manor who may have been looking out. He sighed, he didn¡¯t want to report back to the bandits. However, his life depended on it. He turned towards the direction he came from and started the journey back.


    ~~~


    As the kids arrived to the doorstep, Krohan started to feel movement on his back. Kaylieghaqui banged her head on the wooden door of the entrance. The door briefly delayed opening to scribe: ¡°Welcome Back, Children¡± on the door. They entered and J¡¯arrmeklian was there to help with the game. He paused when he saw the person on the back of Krohan.


    ¡°What in Oblivion?¡± J¡¯arrmeklian managed to speak out of shock. He helped the person off Krohan¡¯s back. J¡¯arrmeklian placed a healing hand over her chest.


    ¡°She still lives. Quickly get her to warmth, Krohan. Rigor, get your grandmother now! Kaylieghaqui,¡± He looked up at her. She was worried. Even with all her armors and all her weapons. Her mind was not protected from the fear of death.


    ¡°Everything will be alright child. We still have the soul,¡± He spoke calmly. Kaylieghaqui took a deep breath.


    ¡°I¡¯ll go make dinner and start a pot of water, incase Eathora needs hot rags,¡± She noted taking all three branches into the kitchen. The whole manor became busy between listening to the barking orders of Eathora, the instructions of Kay while in the kitchen or J¡¯arrmeklian who was more worried about why this child was found buried in snow than everyone else going about their day.


    ¡°My lord! Something approaches!¡± hollered one of the adept wizards under J¡¯arrmeklian¡¯s wing. He nodded. He never liked fighting, especially not knowing the cause. He was ready however, he had always been ready. He was ready because of his wife, because of his son¡­his son he wiped from his mind, his son was nothing to him now. Even though the father of his grandson, he had committed such an act of disrespect that his son would never be able to repent for. Kaylieghaqui came from the kitchen hearing that someone approached.


    ¡°I¡¯m fighting,¡± She said. J¡¯arrmeklian nodded only once to her. He wouldn¡¯t be able to stop her if he had tried. She put her head back and a light shined from her body. Then out of nowhere she was wearing ebony armor that had ribs of mammoths on the chest plate, shoulders, even the legs had the thick bone on it.


    ¡°Bring it on assholes,¡± She whispered daringly. She unsheathed her basilisk tooth daggers and got into a running position. Many other¡¯s followed suit, no one was going to harm the manor, if it could survive a dragon¡¯s landing, it would outlast anything thrown at i


    The bandits started charging at the door only to find in their pursuit to ram it, the door opened to the Grand Hall where anyone who could fight stood at the ready of their arrival. The bandits jeered their battle cries and the wizards started on their attacks. Kaylieghaqui knew what J¡¯arrmeklian was planning and started heading towards the bandits with great force. She dodged and dipped through swords and sorcery and started in the middle. She slashed in every direction as the boys started hammer down their great swords or axes. To her this was child¡¯s play. J¡¯arrmeklian shoved bandits back with gale-force winds and attacked with poisonous sacks when necessary. Quickly, the bandits were dying off and as the bandit count was lowering, the leader of the attack started barking to retreat from the hold. J¡¯arrmeklian watched as they did and he caught one last one in his grasp.


    ¡°Young man, you have some explain.


    ning to do to me,¡± he spoke. Taleon looked at him. His death, he felt quickly approached. With that feared the snow started to fall around the manor.


    ¡°Sir! The weather¡­it¡¯s snowing,¡± Spoke another fellow wizard. He looked out the window.


    ¡°Snow? In the middle of Havgard?¡± He muttered.


    ¡°I¡¯m sorry, it¡¯s something I do to calm myself down. Snow reminds me of good times,¡± Taleon mentioned. J¡¯arrmeklian loosened his grip on the boy.


    ¡°Snow? You like snow?¡±


    ¡°Why yes, I was found on a mountain in what looked like a nest. They never could explain it but they took me and they¡­used me ever since,¡± The dark eyes of Taleon grew darker with the reminder that he needed to follow them. ¡°May I go? I must I¡¯ll only cause you trouble staying,¡± He begged. J¡¯arrmeklian looked at him. He saw the trembling fear of the boy. He saw the darkness in his eyes of the live that the bandit gave him. He shook his head.


    ¡°You may not leave, but you can tell me your name and why she is so important to them,¡± he stated.


    ¡°If I tell you both can I leave?¡±


    ¡°I told you no young man now answer me!¡± J¡¯arrmeklian could sear a steak well done with the fire in his voice. Taleon jumped and accidently caused ice to shoot from his hand. Krohan stopped it with fire.


    ¡°Hey! Jerk! You know who you¡¯re messing with? J¡¯arrmeklian the Dragon Wizard!¡± Krohan roared. Taleon fell to his butt with fear. J¡¯arrmeklian? The J¡¯arrmeklian? The wizard who tried to save a dragon? The wizard who has said to have a dragon¡¯s soul? That J¡¯arrmeklian?


    ¡°You better speak before you can¡¯t!¡± Kaylieghaqui demanded. Taleon stood up.


    ¡°Can I stay here if I answer you?¡± Taleon asked. J¡¯arrmeklian looked surprised, almost stunned by the comment. Taleon looked at him with brave eyes. ¡°I never intended to help attack the manor. They have been using me for my ice magic, they have been using me as their punching bag since I was six. Only you are able to help me become stronger with this magic, and help me protect people from them, and that includes the dragons!¡± Taleon spoke.


    ¡°Why would you want to save a dragon?¡± Krohan asked.


    ¡°Because I saved one,¡± he spoke.


    ¡°Which one?¡± Krohan inquired.


    ¡°Igneelium. They found him and injured his leg, I helped hide him so the bandits wouldn¡¯t find him. When they left, I went back to find him already gone,¡± Taleon answered.


    ¡°You helped hurt my father!¡± Krohan screamed.


    ¡°No! I wanted to save him! He was kind to me! He told me I reminded him of someone important,¡± Taleon explained. J¡¯arrmeklian watched the conversation and saw through Taleon, he was telling the truth.


    ¡°Krohan calm yourself. Young man, your name?¡± J¡¯arrmeklian spoke. Taleon turned his attention towards the wizard.


    ¡°My name is Taleon,¡± He managed to get out.


    ¡°Her importance to the hunters?¡± J¡¯arrmeklian asked one last time.


    ¡°They were going to kill her,¡± He hesitated on the last part, ¡°Because she is the only known confirmed dragonbourne that they could get to.¡± J¡¯arrmeklian looked at the child on the floor with Eathora over her body. Eathora looked up. She nodded at Taleon.


    ¡°Come here child,¡± Eathora motioned for Taleon to approach her.


    ¡°That¡¯s why you hid her in the snow? So she would hopefully survive?¡± She spoke. Taleon nodded. Eathora smiled. ¡°For a child raised by bandits you sure are a saint aren¡¯t you,¡± She stood up and reached for taleon¡¯s neck. She grabbed a necklace of an ancient god.


    ¡°To the devines, how did you get this?¡± She asked.


    ¡°It was on me when they found me,¡± He spoke. He looked at her. ¡°Do you know what this is?¡±


    ¡°That is a dead god¡¯s praying necklace. Only the devout to their god¡¯s have these,¡± She looked at him, ¡°You can¡¯t have this necklace because the god is dead¡­you got this from someone who died during the Great War near 500 years ago. You got this from a dragon.¡±


    Taleon looked at her with wide eyes and then looked to the rest. ¡°Does this make me-?¡± He looked to J¡¯arrmeklian with some mix of fear, happiness and excitement. He nodded. ¡°That- makes you dragonbourne.¡± Krohan calmed his fire, someone just like him? Two just like him? He couldn¡¯t believe it. He looked to J¡¯arrmeklian. J¡¯arrmeklian didn¡¯t give him a glance but walked away from the Grand Hall towards the north end, J¡¯arrmeklian needed answers, answers he was not going to get from the children at that moment.

 Hallucination IV

    Hallucination IV


    A morning in J¡¯arrmeklian¡¯s manor always sounded quite eventful. All one-hundred twenty doors would open within the first two hours of daybreak to start the chores to keep up with the manor¡¯s rather large living space. The novice would practice their magic with dusting every level of the library, while being overlooked by J¡¯arrmeklian, of course. Then there was the apprentice wizards who helped Eathora with the morning meal. Since many didn¡¯t need to be in the kitchen with her, they would also help with the garden and animal slaughtering. The adept in the magical arts would ensure that all couches, chairs and ottomans were turned and fluffed until plush; polish the wooden chairs in the library, dining hall, and studies; try to clean, gently, J¡¯arrmeklian¡¯s angora rabbit rug; and then prepare the mop buckets for the novices after breakfast. The masters never got up to help with morning chores as most of them had jobs during the days coming, just got back or had been up till a few hours before all of this took place. If there were ever masters about, Eathora never had a dish to clean nor put away. Although Eathora never minded doing her dishes, since most were from her potion making. J¡¯arrmeklian could smell the sweet, hot, salivary smell of steeping black tea with the zest of orange, the aroma was almost too much for him to concentrate. Luckily, the novices were just finishing the library. The placed their dusters down carefully on the table as J¡¯arrmeklian instructed. Most of the novices were no more than 6 years old, so the excitement of doing the instruction right was enough so that when they heard time for breakfast they would cheer and scream while running down the halls gloating to the older people how they dusted the library without one book falling on J¡¯arrmeklian¡¯s head. They only specified this because the books fell on their heads if they messed up. J¡¯arrmeklian sighed, the kids reminded him of time when his son was young and- ¡°Dad?¡± He heard coming out of his train of thought. He jumped at the sight of his now young man of a son, Damond.


    ¡°When did you make it here?¡± J¡¯arrmeklian spoke, shock clear in his voice.


    ¡°Sorry for no warning father but I knew if I were to come arou- ¡±


    ¡°Eathora! Darling! Our world! He has blessed us with his presence!¡± J¡¯arrmeklian shouted quite loudly.


    ¡°J¡¯arrmeklian no matter how many times I meet you, the voice from your lungs could scare even a dragon,¡± giggled Mya. J¡¯arrmeklian had a slight blush to his cheeks as she finished her words. His daughter-in-law never spoke much, but when she did, the soft voice would cause everyone to become silent and listen to her words. They walked to the dining hall and Eathora had already placed two plates at the master table for Mya and Damond. Mya looked at Damond. ¡°We¡¯ll tell them in little time, for now you should eat,¡± whispered Damond into Mya¡¯s ear. She softly smiled and sat down in the chair that had been pulled out for her. Her husband pushed her in.


    ¡°I could¡¯ve done that myself,¡± Mya stated.


    ¡°My wife needn¡¯t push herself into the table,¡± He said aloud. He got closer to her ear again, ¡°Especially, in her current state.¡±


    ¡°Damond!¡± Her roar sounded like a spooked mouse. He laughed at her turning beet red at the thought of him saying such things to be heard before they could prepare themselves for J¡¯arrmeklian¡¯s reaction to a child. J¡¯arrmeklian was, and is, a family man. Children were his weakness. If Eathora could have had more, they would have. He loved children. Heck, he even help birth a few in the manor himself for the happy couples that graced the manor. He would read to the children every night before bed, make sure that every birthday was remembered and would never- ever push them to do anything that made them unhappy- well except chores when they were old enough.


    ¡°So father, who are the new children at the adept table?¡± asked Damond, looking about the room of people he hadn¡¯t seen in quite some time. J¡¯arrmeklian looked at his son with a face stuffed with goat meat egg scramble. Damond laughed at his father.


    ¡°Dearest husband, your beard is reserving leftovers again,¡± Eathora sighed. Jarrmeklian swallowed his mouthful, took his napkin to his mouth and beard, and placed it back onto his lap.


    ¡°They were on the run from bandits. They were forced into work by them and had no where else to call home. Now they hunt for us! Is it not wonderful? They may as well at the master¡¯s table but they choose the adept because of their age. They have even started helping some of the kids learn how to use the bow and arrow,¡± J¡¯arrmeklian gleamed with happiness.


    ¡°Bandits? Oh my divine, they were blessed to find this place,¡± Mya replied with slight worry in her eyes.


    ¡°No stressing Mya,¡± Damond said to her.


    ¡°Of course, Damond.¡± She leaned onto his arm while at the table. The rest of breakfast went on with catching up on the times.


    ¡°Eathora, is there a place to lay my head? I¡¯m not feeling well,¡± Mya asked. Eathora looked at her questionably but showed her to a private study where there was a couch. Mya laid herself down. She had forgotten that she was having morning sickness after eating. She was keeping her stomach as calm as the baby would allow it.


    ¡°Would you like some ginger for your stomach?¡± Eathora asked bringing in a vile of ginger juice.


    ¡°If you wouldn¡¯t mind, please and thank you,¡± replied Mya. Eathora poured her a small glass of the juice and placed it in Mya¡¯s hand carefully. Mya looked at it, she never could handle the strength of Ginger Juice but, she had no choice, with a throw back of her head the ginger juice made it to her stomach. She felt worse than before drinking the ginger juice, the taste made all her senses go for a round.


    ¡°There you go child. Everything will be fine now,¡± Eathora said soothingly.


    ¡°The exact words of my mother when I told her last week about-,¡± Mya paused. She needed to stop doing this, ruining the surprise, but the baby¡­


    ¡°You have been sick for a week?¡± Eathora questioned.


    ¡°Yes.¡±


    ¡°Don¡¯t lie to me! You stopped amid a sentence and looked down! What in Creation is-¡± Eathora stopped her scolding and looked her Mya. She looked down, she was holding her stomach, she was sick in the morning. ¡°Oh Mya! Bless me a forgiveness divines for I have scolded a mother!¡± Eathora pleaded. Mya looked up at her, trying to stop her words. ¡°J¡¯arrmeklian! The greatest news has been bestowed upon us! Ready the celebration everyone! I¡¯m a grandmother!¡± Eathora cheered. Everyone looked to Damond who was banging his head on the table. For a woman who doesn¡¯t speak much, she doesn¡¯t know how to keep a secret, a secret. J¡¯arrmeklian¡¯s ears perked up like a dog hearing food fall to the floor. Grandmother? Eathora? He looked at Damond. ¡°Is this true? I¡¯m-,¡± J¡¯arrmeklian looked at Damond with wide yellow eyes. Damond just shook his head, slight agony could be seen in his posture. J¡¯arrmeklian jumped upon the dining hall table, ¡°I¡¯m a grandpa!¡± J¡¯arrmeklian roared. Damond brought his head up from the surprise of his father jumping onto the table. For all the times that Damond had hit his head on the table- it never hit back and he wasn¡¯t sure if he liked a table hitting him. J¡¯arrmeklian jumped from the table onto the floor and ran to the study that was the first left to dining hall.


    ¡°Sweet daughter, you must let me help you have this child!¡± J¡¯arrmeklian spoke. Mya laughed awkwardly.


    ¡°Well you had your son, that helped me have this child, isn¡¯t that enough?¡± Mya questioned. J¡¯arrmeklian looked at her, fixing his posture to stand- as tall as he could.


    ¡°Young lady, I have helped give birth many of times. When the time comes,¡± he leaned into his son¡¯s ear, ¡°You will do your best to bring her back.¡± Damond went wide eyed as the mere thought of not listening to his father¡¯s whisper.


    ¡°Mya, I think it would be best to be here for the birth of our son. Even though it would be- odd for you, he takes the best care of mothers,¡± He mentioned to her. Mya looked at J¡¯arrmeklian shocked. We left the room to ask others how they felt about J¡¯arrmeklian helping give birth to their children. One witch that she always went to, known as Kirya, would always give her the truth.This tale has been unlawfully obtained from Royal Road. If you discover it on Amazon, kindly report it.


    ¡°Him helping me give birth to my daughter was probably the best decision I had ever made. My sisters ever not treated as well as I was during the whole process. Think of it, relaxing lavender water soaked towels fill the room with a relaxing aura, the warm water relaxing every muscle on your back and just as you finish, young women come in and help you clean with fresh red rose water, lemon, and snow to help heal your muscles,¡± Kyra explained. Mya¡¯s jaw dropped. Never had she heard of such a birthing process. ¡°While you rest with your husband the first night, J¡¯arrmeklian stays up and fills the baby¡¯s belly with sheep¡¯s milk and changes the butt clothe. So that way your first night¡¯s rest will be the best rest until you yourself have grown children.¡±


    ¡°You never forgot that sleep?¡±


    ¡°No, and I don¡¯t think I ever will. That night, the smell of flowers consumed my dreams,¡± Kyra gleamed. Mya looked at her with happiness, maybe having J¡¯arrmeklian help give birth is a wise decision. Mya walked back over. J¡¯arrmeklian looking rather, defeated.


    ¡°I¡¯m sorry to have asked that of you, I didn¡¯t mean-,¡±


    ¡°J¡¯arrmeklian, I would be honored if you would help give birth to my child. We will even stay here until the child arrives,¡± Mya smiled. She knew she would have to send a canary to her mother letting them know where the child was going to be born instead of at her father¡¯s office by the wet maids there. Damond¡¯s eyes went wide. He even, thought he would have to console his father¡¯s heart after being rejected. J¡¯arrmeklian smiled underneath his large mustache and thick beard. Eathora happily hugged her daughter-in-law.


    ¡°Welcome to motherhood, Mya,¡± Eathora whispered into her ear. Mya hugged her back.


    ¡°Thank you.¡±


    ~~~


    Seven months passed by as if it were a week in the manor. Everyone was preparing for the grandchild of J¡¯arrmeklian and Eathora to arrive. Everyone bustled about making sure every knock and cranny of the place was childproof. Poisons were locked away magically, ingredients went into apothecary chests and cabinets, and any deemed harmful potions went into to chests as well.


    While all of this was happening Mr. Fox, the resident animal, stayed by Mya¡¯s side and protected her from mice, anything that fell, and kept her mostly stress free. Mostly, meaning that there was no helping her stress level today. Eathora predicted with a droplet of Mya¡¯s blood that she would be giving birth on the forty-fifth day of Firware though, time of the day could never be fully specified, she could feel her child was ready to greet the world, but her feeling was odd about the greeting her child would give. With all of her days of burning sage steam rooms, lavender massages, given to her by her husband nightly mostly on her feet and back, chamomile tea baths and desserts with rosehips in it, she felt something was wrong about the day. She heaved her body up from her bed and went down the stairs slowly. She made her way outside, wrapped in a wool blanket that her mother had brought her. She sat down on a chair and watched the leaves fall onto the ground. Damond noticed her walking outside and followed her. He saw her sit in the chair and stared as she watched the leaves.


    ¡°You know, it¡¯s not proper to stare,¡± she spoke.


    ¡°Why can I not stare at the beauty before me?¡± He asked.


    ¡°Damond, do you feel the air? It¡¯s not beautiful,¡± She stated. Damond walked closer to her and placed his hand gently onto her shoulder.


    ¡°Don¡¯t stress today, my dear.¡±


    ¡°I¡¯m not stressed, I feel that is the problem.¡±


    ¡°Nonsense Mya!¡± He spoke loudly. Mya flinched at his dull roar. She looked up at him. She saw that his eyes were genuinely worried about her state of mind. Mya took a deep breath, the smell of the autumn air almost cleansed her mind rather than her spirit. Her husband was right this once, such nonsense to feel such a bad omen.


    Later on that afternoon, the halls were clear. No one wanted to be in the way of birth of Mya¡¯s child. ¡°Damond! The clothes!¡± Yelled J¡¯arrmeklian. Damond tossed them at his father, running back to the kitchen to keep the water from getting too hot. In the birthing room, Mya was accompanied by her mother who was happy to see a fresh, healthy glow to her daughter. Mya looked at J¡¯arrmeklian who examined to see if she was ready to start pushing.


    ¡°You may start to push,¡± he spoke formally. Mya started pushing, the pain almost numbed by the calming sage burning and lavender towels. Eathora came in after Mya¡¯s first push and gave her an elixir of chamomile, lemon zest and bear claw. ¡°Should help with the pain,¡± Eathora smiled speaking calmly. Mya pushed again, and again he pain slowly going away with each push.


    Damond paced the halls whether to wait for an order or to hear his wife had given birth. Much like his father, he was happy with whatever the child was be it boy or girl or, well, otherwise. Eathora came out and hugged her son. Damond was confused.


    ¡°Mother?¡± Damond asked.


    ¡°She finished but, the child¡­didn¡¯t,¡± she started to cry. Damond¡¯s eyes went wide. It couldn¡¯t be! No! He ran into the room everyone crying over the soulless body. Damond shook his head and ran out of the room.


    ¡°Damond!¡± Mya yelled for him. However he had little time to lose. He ran to the library and he saw the dragon¡¯s scale. He went up to it and smashed the glass casing around it. J¡¯arrmeklian ran behind him not nearly s fast but when he heard the shattering of glass he panicked, ¡°No,¡± whispered J¡¯arrmeklian under his breath. He looked at his son as Damond held the dragon¡¯s scale.


    ¡°Damond, what in Creation do you think you intend to do with that?¡± he asked trying to make his son think.


    ¡°Father, my child¡­it¡¯s,¡± Damond looked at the dragon scale then at his father, ¡°I¡¯m sorry.¡± He took the scale and smashed it to the ground releasing the soul within it.


    ¡°Into the lifeless body Dragon! Your gift from me! A body for your soul!¡± Damond commanded to the soul. The lightning struck the floor and walls of the manor. The lightning blazed and struck around the building and finally, as if listening to Damond, struck into his child¡¯s non-beating heart. After the light show the lighting turned back to normal and Damond looked down. Did it work? He hadn¡¯t had much time to think about that as J¡¯arrmeklian took his son by the ear and brought him to the ground.


    ¡°What in divines was that? Were you thinking boy? That was nothing that could be taken lightly and you just smashed it onto the ground! How dare you!?¡± J¡¯arrmeklian roared, the air around him echoed and brought more doom to his voice. He wasn¡¯t aware of this happening, but his son was frozen in fear. Damond started to cry. That scale meant everything to his father. Eathora walked in quietly hoping she wasn¡¯t-disturbing anything. She looked at the scene carefully and knew the horrible amount of trouble that J¡¯arrmeklian, nay, the whole manor was in for breaking the dragon scale. ¡°Damond, J¡¯arr- the child,¡± she paused, ¡°He lives.¡± J¡¯arrmeklian looked at her, his eyes could¡¯ve killed her with fear if she was afraid. He got up and headed towards the door.


    ¡°See your child and leave,¡± J¡¯arrmeklian commanded to his son. His son got up and started walking behind J¡¯arrmeklian slowly.


    ¡°I will pack our things and be right in,¡± Damond stated.


    ¡°Did you hear me? I said Leave! Don¡¯t pack! Don¡¯t think you¡¯re taking that child with you! Don¡¯t think you¡¯re taking the mother with you! I said see him and leave!¡± The air rampaged with him. Eathora flinched at his anger. It had never been this bad before. Damond flinched as well but understood clearly this time what his fa- what J¡¯arrmeklian wanted. They went into the room and he kissed his wife lovingly on the cheek and looked at his son. The child¡¯s eyes opened and the baby giggled at his presence. Damond smiled with a glimpse of sadness. ¡°Goodbye¡± he mouthed. With that, he walked out of the manor and the door had no fear with slamming itself behind him.


    Later that night, while J¡¯arrmeklian was reading to the sleeping baby, he felt a shaking of the ground. He sighed, it was time. He grabbed the child calmly and went to the front door. ¡°J¡¯arr,¡± Eathora spoke grabbing his should gently. J¡¯arrmeklian looked at Eathora.


    ¡°My wife, in all my years I never thought that this would happen. I never thought it would be my son, but it was. I must pay the price for my son¡¯s mistake now, but if they see the child lives. If they see the dragon scale untattered, I may redeem all of you,¡± J¡¯arrmeklian explained. Eathora grabbed his shoulder tighter.


    ¡°My husband, I know. I wasn¡¯t in need of an explanation, nor am I worried. However,¡± She said grabbing the baby. The baby opened it¡¯s eyes to her touch and it started to move and coo to her, ¡°you¡¯re not facing them alone with our grandchild.¡± She smiled at the baby, tapping her finger gently to its nose. It giggled loudly. J¡¯arrmeklian smiled at the sight, it was just like this near 3 decades ago. He walked them up to the door. ¡°Open,¡± commanded J¡¯arrmeklian. The door swung open and there stood Mirmaania her eyes filled with rage.


    ¡°What have you humans,¡± She stopped herself seeing a baby. Mirmaania became less and less angered.


    ¡°I¡¯m sorry for what dishonor my son has done to me and what insult he has done onto you. However his son was dead upon birth and without thinking and broke the seal of the lightning dragon¡¯s soul and-,¡±


    ¡°Does the child have a name yet?¡± She asked.


    ¡°No,¡± Mya spoke up. She walked up to the dragon and reached for its nose. The dragon took the gesture and placed her nose gently to the human¡¯s. ¡°I cannot be sorry for what my husband did. I cannot be sorry for whatever possessed my husband to do such a thing as to take your lovers soul and place it into our lifeless child, but, please don¡¯t harm J¡¯arrmeklian for its life. I have a child because of it. I have lost my husband because of it.¡± Mya held back her hesitation as she cried. The dragon opened its eyes and saw the sincere look of gratitude in her eyes, the sincere look of pain.


    ¡°May I name him, your child?¡± Mirmaania calmly asked. Mya looked up surprised at the dragon¡¯s reaction, but then quickly nodded. ¡°Then from this day forward the boy is now Rigor, the lightning¡¯s child.¡± Mirmaania announced. Mya looked over to her child and grabbed it gently from Eathora¡¯s hands.


    ¡°Rigor, my dearest Rigor,¡± Mya stated touching the cheeks of the babies face, ¡°What a perfect name for a child that was given a second chance to see the world.¡± Rigor laughed and started reaching his hands towards the dragon¡¯s snout. The dragon lifted her face from the manor¡¯s inside and started to take off. Mirmaania wouldn¡¯t be happier that her love¡¯s soul was used for such a purpose. Life can be so precious.