The Sending, Ariaviale, and Souls.

(I do not own Lord of the Rings and the Silmarillion neither do I own the Inheritance Cycle. Those amazing stories belong to their respected authors and creators I just decided to make a fanfiction about them.)

The Valarie looked on the First dragon as the once active mountains of Thangorodrim surrounded its dying form. His ruin smoking with the fires that scorched the lands leaving nothing but ashes in its wake as labored breathes rasped in and out of his terrible maw. The Valarie looked at each other knowing what they must do. And dreading the consequences that would come from it, but hopefully, they would be able to send someone to save the world that they were about to condemn. The appearance of Ancalagon and the dragons nearly cost them the war. His flames and children did what none of the servants of Morgoth could ever accomplish. Not even the Balrogs could come to the power of Ancalagon. They all knew the prophecy that when Morgoth returned that he would raise all of his subjects from the dead to fight for him in the last battle. They could not have Ancalagon be one of those subjects.

One of the Valarie stepped forward, a look of determination on their face, as they razed their slender arms with energy arcing across it. Others placed their hands on them adding with there power so that their energy would surge into them. The one before the others slowly rose Ancalagon into the air as arcs of electricity were sent flowing around his obsidian scaled corpse. The flames still alit in his body. Then in a flash of light and with the sound of screams, the Valarie closed their arms around their chest, as Ancalagon was condensed into a black ball pulsating with fire. The Valarie that was holding Ancalagon up with his powers screamed as a hole was ripped open and then the sphere was sucked into the black pit leaving Middle Earth never to return. Even with all of Morgoth's power, he would never have his great dragon again. But weep oh world for Ancalagon was sent to you, and will arrive because his spirit will find a new host and bind himself to them. Granting them power, at the price of there mortality and sanity.

Alagaësia

Flying. There is nothing Algoroth would rather do. He could feel the air on his wings and the sound of the wind in his ears. The clouds were passing by as he turned his eyes down to the vast forest below. He could see the little animals in the woods running around searching, hunting. His white and black scales gleaming in the light of the sun, but best of all was the peace. He could almost believe that he was not about to fly to where he would be forced to fight his brothers because of the anger of a madman with honey on his forked tongue. He could feel a seans of nostalgia for the times not worrying about war or the riders when he and his brothers and sisters ruled this world. When he did not have to answer to the Riders and their code and before the dreaded Elf war, but alas fate and time where cruel, mistresses along with there sister destiny. He wished that he could turn back time bu-.

Algoroth felt a disturbance with the magic around him catching his attention. He peered around his flaming eye's looking for the source only to see a dark cloud wretching with lighting form over one of the many mountains he was flying by. With a twist and a dive, Algoroth flew to the storm slowly starting to get a feeling of dread as he approached the clouds. The where unnatural they seemed to have come from a different world. He could feel the death arising from the storm as dark tendrils snaked out. Then when he was under the smog for the more he looked at it, the less it appeared like storm clouds and the more it looked like a bellowing pit of smoke. He saw lightning flowing out of what would be described as a black pit with creatures flailing their arms about looking for something to grasp. Algoroth shook his head and looked up to make sure that it was real. With a thunderclap and the sound of a scream, Algoroth saw a sphere like a Heart of Hearts fall out of the storm only to land on the ground as the storm vanished leaving nothing behind. The only evidence that it was ever there being the sphere. Once again he noticed how it looked like a Heart of Hearts but smoother it also was pure black. Instead of the usual gold glow, there was a burning inferno. Algoroth with great caution spread his mind to it so that he could see what it was. As soon as he had touched it with his mind, he felt a sharp inferno blast into his brain. He recognized it as a dragon's mind, but he had never seen or felt such power before. Or such a cold touch. It felt like a blade of ice pierced into his flesh only to leave behind a burning path as his memories were all pulled up and searched in an instant. The dragon started to tear his soul apart seeing all that he knew and gaining all the knowledge that he could gain before Algoroth fought back. The dragon left Algoroth's mind slowly and calmly barely leaving him alive.

Algoroth was scared. This dragon was powerful, too powerful. He had been forced to have his mind searched by a rider and there dragon along with them also having two hearts of hearts, and they could not pierce his barriers. But this was a completely different power. It was ancient it was cold, and it was cunning. He needed to hide it to make it so that no one should find it. 'No so that only the strong could' Yes so that only the strong could find him. With that Algoroth flew to the mountains he would be taking this Heart of Hearts to one of his many caves where he would hide in case the war went ill. Algoroth picked up the dragons Heart of Hearts in both of his clawed hands. He flew for over an hour before he landed near the base of the Beor mountains right where the mountains start to meet the forest, and there he found the entrance of the cave, it was barely big enough for him to enter, but was easily the width and height of two wagons. Algoroth pushed the heart of hearts into the cave while parts of his body scraped against the stalagmites on the ceiling making them brake and fall. As he descended, the cave opened into a cavern that was wide enough for him to spread his wings and raise his head. That being said if he wanted to crack his head on a stalagmite and his wings crash into more of those earthen spears. Then as he turned around, he felt the same sensation from when he was assaulted by the dragon enter into his mind, and he passed out.

Ancalagon was saddened with what he was about to do to one of his children, Yes even though he was in a different world, he felt as all dragons where his, after all, he is the father of dragons in Middle Earth. But he was also disappointed. These dragon's minds where nothing compared to the cunning of the dragons of Middle Earth. As he wormed his way into the dragon's body taking full control moving its limes and head Ancalagon started to change the cavern that they were in. He used the magic in the dragon's body to smooth out the cavern's walls and added pillars like a throne room. He added a pedestal in the middle of the room before he looked at the opening-closing it off with what would appear to be a cave in. He placed his heart of hearts on the stone pedestal that his child had made. Then he carved out words into the rock walls and foundation as well as adding markings upon which would help hide his magic from the rest of the world. Then with a final push of power, he pulled up two lava pits so that the cave would be warm like his dwelling with Morgoth but sadly that coast the dragon too much as he slowly moved the dragon away from the door where he would be between it and the doors opening then he lost control. The great beast started to die, and Ancalagon left his mind letting the dragon return to consensus. The dragon looked around panting heavily as it felt it's strength go.

'What have you done to me?' the dragon asked Ancolagon. 'I am sorry my child I had to use you. You helped me so that when my host comes, I can return to this world. I wish there were another way, but alas I could not find one.' Ancalagon said into the dragon's mind as he sighed. 'you have no magic left. You will die. There is no way to go around it there is no way of escaping it I am sorry my child I truly wish that there was another way.' The doomed dragon looked at Ancalagon with fire in his eye's 'But do not fret young drake even in death you will still be of use to your father.' Ancalagon said this with what sounded like concern for the drake. When Algoroth heard this, he lunged at the Hearts of Heart's, and as his clawed hand reached out towards it. He froze, his body becoming encased in stone, and as the stone was going around, his eye's the light shimmered before fading into an empty pit. Ancalagon caused the body to preserve itself in the stone, as he knew that his future form would need it.

Ancalagon woke from his slumber. He looked around his magma lit room as he searched for the disturbance. He had been "Sleeping" by thinking of ways to make his new body and how to make his armor and weapons more sposificly how to take as much of his previous form into the new body. He heard movement from outside the entrance to the cavern. It sounded like scraping, and as he spread out his senses he could see a being approaching. their level of magic slowly slipping away. And seance magic was connected to one's life force it told him that they were dying from a wound. If he could, he would be smiling. He had waited too long for this. Nearly 76 years for this one moment, and he would not have it go to waste. It's time for him to take a new form. Everything was ready he just needed the last ingredient — a host.

Ezra clenched his leg in pain his curly blond hair sticking to the sweat on his face and covering his left eye. He rested his left hand against a stalagmite as the ancient pillar of rock started to run red with the blood on his hands. his leather armor face and arms stained with the blood of the soldiers that attacked his tribe. He looked at the far end of the cave seeing the end of the tunnel and hobbled towards it. He felt warmer as he got closer to it. He dropped his sword. Once a great weapon made from iron and silver a real hand and a half hilt with a wolf's skull pummel — a sign of one of the tribe's best warriors. Its great blade once glimmering and a prized weapon of craftsmanship it was now chipped and had been snapped in two the other end left behind in a soldiers head. He hobbled over to the cave to seek shelter after the raizing of his tribe. He felt light-headed as some of the effects of the blood loss were taking their toll on him making him lose his balance as he fell onto the floor. Slowly he pulled himself up and twisted around with his back resting on the cave-in. He pulled the leather from the strapped on his wrist off and bound them around his leg where there was a gash upon which a swords man's blade had bitten into his flesh. Cursing himself for not doing it sooner, he tied the leather and gasped in pain as his leg flared up. He clenched his teeth tight in rage from what happened with his tribe. He could still hear there screams and the begging for mercy from his family as they where cut down and all he could do was run. He had lost everything and would give everything to burn all that was under that king he swore that he would do whatever was necessary to kill Galbatrox and cause him suffering.

'Is that so?' Ezra jerked his head around looking for the voice he had heard. "Where are you!?" Ezra shouted while lounging for his sword picking it up and clenching his broken blade. What was left was shaking from the blood loss and the weary of post-battle exhaustion. 'You don't need the sword we can talk civilized can't we?' Ezra looked around sword pointing at every shadow in the cave trying to find the source of the voice before he felt a presence in his head causing his eye's to widen and his face too pale. 'You figured it out. Well, isn't that interesting. Please come to me we can talk face to face.' Ezra could feel a surge of energy in his body as the pain that was once in his leg vanish, causing him to stand up, turned around, and see the wall behind him crumbled to dust. What he saw was a cavern.

The stone walls covered in carvings and images that Ezra could not recognize. The words appeared to be made from a language that he had never seen before they seemed to flow smoothly but then turn jagged and perverted, and the images appeared to depict a great battle with a dragon fighting a flying ship. There where two lava pits at the far end of the cavern, making the room warm and dry. in the center was a massive stone statue of a dragon. It's clawed hand reaching out towards a pedestal where a smooth stone that appeared to be made from obsidian with a throbbing light like a lit fire in its center flashed and glowed. The flames thrashed and throbbed as Ezra was drawn to it. 'That's it we can know talk civilized.' Ezra look at the stone

"what are you?" Ezra said as his voice croaked the heat and dryness of the room from the two magma pits making him sweat. 'I am Ancalagon The greatest dragon to have ever lived in this world and any other. And I am here to make you an offer.' Ezra looked shocked. That was a dragon he thought that dragons where well what the statue that was behind him? "What do you want?" Ezra could feel an air of content throb around the room. 'I want to make a deal. I wish to be freed from my glass cell and roam around the world. And you wish to kill the evil king Galbatorix' Ezra nodded his head as he looked at the stone. 'Well, I say if you allow yourself to become my champion and my vessel I will grant all that you want. at the cost that at times of need that you will let me have full control of your body.' Ezra looked back at the stone he could feel tears coming to his eyes as he looked at the wall behind the stone thinking of all he had lost. His little sister only a few months old shoved onto a pike and left to be fed on by the birds. His mother and his father chopped into bits and pieces as the soldiers laughed, the look in his loves eye's as they stared blankly into oblivion as blood trickled out of the sword wound. With that Ezra collapsed grabbing his head as more memories of the events surfaced. "Please..." he said as tears streaked down his face. "Take them away. The memories. I can't take it." Ezra felt a throb 'Are you sure? the process will be painful, and your new self would only remember the pain of being reborn.' Ezra put both of his hand onto the ground under the pedestal "please give me a new life I don't want to be alive anymore." With that, Ezra felt his body get lifted into the air as the statue of the dragon started to split apart.

Ancalagon frowned this human had too much sorrow he did not want to do this, but he must help and avenge his children. Showing him his memories of his village being torn apart as he did nothing was a sure way to get the boy under his control and make a disciple under his image. As Ancalagon looked at the boy his legs spread apart with his arms stretched out Ancalaton ripped off his armor and his clothes leaving him bear. 'Like the day you were born so shall the day that I make you new.' and with that, all the flesh and skin ripped off of Ezra as he tried to scream. Each part of his body was separated first the skin with its light tan color than its red underside, then the flesh, nerves, and blood veins after that, organs flowed out of his body all connected. Ancalagon saw that the human was passed out, so he woked him up. 'I am sorry, but you have to remember this so that you know the cost.' With that, he broke all of the bones in Ezra's body spreading them out before having them heal making them bigger. Then he pulled out the lungs of the dragon behind him the blood still dripping from them even after the amount of time that they where in the stone. He pulled the human's lungs forward before comparing the two different organs and started to change the human's organs to be like the dragons. Including the chamber for the breath. Then with a thrust of his power, the human's lungs hardened making them fireproof especially the third chamber that looked like a heart between the other two lungs. The new organ had two tubes that lead from four separate chambers the first one started when the lungs split and the second ones ended right after the esophagus ended. Then placing the lungs back into the body he started to take every organ out compare them to the dragon's own and change them. Finally, he came to two organs he had a problem with the eyes and the Hearts of Hearts. The eyes would be hard because they would give the most away from that he was not human, but that could be fixed. The real problem was the Heart of Heats seance humans did not have these he would have to find a replacement for it.

As he looked at the human, he saw his answer. If he were to turn the Heart of Hearts into a liquid that was to have it flow through his bone structure and harden in the marrow, he could have parts that went through where the bones would connect reinforcing them as well as allowing him to flow magic threw him much more natural. With that he began the process as he heated the stone until it was at its melting point then he let it flow into the bone marrow allowing some to stay will making room for his heart of hearts. Then as it cooled and hardened he started to allow dragons blood to form into the blood veins that lead into the heart. Then he allowed every part of the body to go back together. While he did this, he started to hear Ezra scream as he connected his lungs and his vocal cords to his body. Then Ancalagon let him go unconscious.

Ancalagon looked upon his creation with pride. The 'boy' was no longer the 17 or 18 years old with a height of 6'0 with his long curly blond hair his skin was pale will his eyes where brown. He was well built and did look fierce. But know he was way more. He was 6'8 his body was the size of a giant Urgal. Not as tall as a Kil but close. His chest rippled with muscles instead of being its leaner self. His arms were lean but well defined like they were carved from marble but had parts that where hardened. His nails had sharp claw-like parts his skin was ruffer with some part by the shoulder looking like scales and have a darker color to it almost like a deep tan. his face was defined and looked as if it was chiseled from stone with parts around his chin a bit more jagged and harsh. He had what most would say a handsome look but his teeth where a big tell other than his hight that he was not human. The first four teeth on the top and bottom were normal but purely white, while after that where sharp fangs made for tearing flesh. His lips looked like they were dry and a little cracked with the inner parts appearing to be scaly. His hair was still blond but from what Ancalagon knew that would not stay the same for long. He growled. His was voice deeper and raspier than before. His head sturred back and forth before his eye's opened. His right eye was Amber with a slight glow to it, but his left eye was a piercing red flame like a dragon's eye. He looked around for a few seconds looking at his new form.

'How do you like it?' Ezra sturred before looking at him "You. . . you did this to me?" Ezra asked as he tried to step but was not used to the body. 'I made you better than any creature on this realm I made you into a hybrid.' Ezra looked at his hand more. He could feel a growing power in his body. He could feel lust for blood and revenge. He looked at Ancalagon's Heart of Heart's. 'You still have one more thing to do before you truly become what you were meant to become.' with that he stumbled over to the gem placing his hands onto the glowing sphere before pulling his hand back. His knuckles curled into a fist as they launched forward and pierced the glass shell and into the body of the gem. Then energy arced up his form.

With that, his mind started to struggle as a being started to change and erase his memories. He saw faces, people, he knew only to have them taken and him not being able to see their faces or hear their voices of friends' people he should know, but he could not remember their names their faces or who they even where. "What is happening." he could hear a burst of laughter as he clenched his head and fell onto his knees. 'I am just doing what you wanted me to do, take the pain away. And giving you all that I know so that you will become like me.' The voice paused. 'Now what is your name.' He tried to reach for it before stating "Ezra my name is Ezra." The voice whispered smoothly 'No try again.' After Ancalagon said this the figure's hair turned pure black and gleamed like obsidian as the figure looked up his throat slightly glowing a deep purple/black as he looked forward his face forming a wicked glowing smile with smoke bellowing between the teeth. "My name is Apolion First bone of the Dragon God and Father of the Dragors. What shale you have your first born son do Father?" After saying this, he could feel his father smile.'You shale make yourself strong with the remains of your brother.' With that Apolion looked at the remains of the dragon and the smile on his face grew as he stood up and walked over to it.

With that, he started to pull all of the blood out of the dragon along with bone and flesh. And he began his work. First would be the gauntlets and the right shoulder armor. Apolion pulled out some of the bones and scales hollowing out parts of it before warping and changing them. He had them go over where his right and left arm would be in the armor. The hands were covered in small bones with interlocking joints that allowed them to move freely. Then pieces of flesh were laced in between them to connect them. Then scales was rapped over the gauntlets one all white from the scales and another all black. The muscle from the dragon's arms was taken from its corps and wrapped up the right gauntlet to the shoulder armor as the femur of the dragon broke off and form into the rightsholder. Connecting onto the muscle then changing to develop the look of a dragon's skull. He then preceded to rip the shoulder blades of the dragon off to only shrink them down and place them onto the back plate of the armor where his shoulder blades would have gone.

He as well took two arm bones from the dragon and fused them over the rightsholder blade to where the hip would be. Thus making a sheath out of them for when he would make his sword. He took parts of the tail and put them near the end of the armor's body where it wrapped up like a spinal cord. His chest piece was the left and right hip bone. As he morphed and changed it to be a two piece chest plate. It covered everything up to where his neck arms and stomach opened up, providing movement to his chest and wast. Then he took parts of the dragon's flesh, and skin shrunk them and put them over his stomach. Then he took the left gantlet and expanded and thickened the armor there he interlaced more bone and flesh making it slightly larger than the other arm as bone jutted out of the muscle and skin where he had the scales wrapped around it. Then connected it onto the left arm opening for the armor. Then for the legs, he had pieces of the spine and femurs wrapped around them braking them where the knees needed to bend and placing more muscle onto them before a layer of scales, were added for protection. He added, two of the clawed toes of the dragon for each pair of soews and having them go over the right and left sides of his feet shrinking the claws allowing him to have a type of boots made from the dragons bone and flesh. He took the final pice that he would need for his armor.

He took the skull of the dragon, off of the body with a pope and started to warp and change it. He made it so that it resembled more of a human skull with the right eye open will the left eye was covered up in a smooth bone plated. Then the lower jaw shrunk with the bones showing and the muscle still connected he warped and changed the lower jaw even more so that there where only nine teeth four on the bottom and five on the top. Then he added flesh leading down the back connected to more of the dragon's spinal cord where it would connect with the chest pieces spinal cord. The right socket was open for his right eye.

Apolion stepped back looking at his armor. It seemed like a monster was looking back at him. 'There is one more thing you need to do my disciple.' Apolion sturred at the voice inside of his head. "What would that be Ancalagon?" Apolion asked. He saw an image of spirits being forced into objects then having them power the objects. He smiled. To do this, we would need to find strong souls and have them possess the armor. Then he could tear down the Empire that the crusade Rider had made To avenge his children to avenge the dragons. To do that he would need a new sword. One more powerful and stronger than any other sword out there. With that, he looked at the blood that was all over the ground then at his broken sword he pulled the broken weapon over to him grabbing the weapon that was once to him a two-handed sword in one hand. He looked at the last bits of bone that he had and grinned. He drew blood over the blade enveloping it as he placed more bones into it then he started to chant magic spells from middle earth spells that the Dragon inside of him was showing him how to make. With the sound of rushing wind and trimmers like an earthquake, he used all of his magic that he could without killing himself as the ball of blood collapsed down shaking and morphing until there was a new blade before Apolion. Then Apolion collapsed his hand bracing himself from the fall. His bare chest hitting the ground and his armor fell as well making a crashing sound causing him to wince. "I probably should have put that down," he muttered as he shakily pushed himself up. Then he looked at the weapon as it fell in front of him and pierced through the rock all the way to the hilt. He reached forward and picked up the sword pulling it from the earth.

The sword was unlike any other blade that he had seen. It was at least a good 5 1/2 hands long and a hand wider. The pummel had two clawed bone fingers going around the once wolf's head. The wolf's head was now a skull surrounded in small bits of bone leading up to the grip. The grip that once was a dark wood was now rapped in dragons leather and was, to him, a hand and a half long. It leads to the hilt. The hilt was made out of bone and mettle with the right wrist guard made from mettle while the left was a clawed finger. There was bone interlocking until the blade started. The sword was encased in bone and mettle with the left side made from a bone with the edge made from blood crystallized at the blade's edge. Going up half way, the sword was doubled edge until the original sword was broken then it went to a single-edged blade mainly consisting of the bone and the jagged blood cristal flowing in and out of the sword like vines. At the base of the sword blade where 12 dragons teeth. Six on one side of the sword and six on the other making a saw-like edge at the very bottom of the sword.

Apolion Looked at the master blade in his hand. The once great sword of his village was turned from a tool to protect to a device for the slaughter. Right now the Sword was cold and dead, but soon it would be humming with the thirst of blood. With that thought in mind, he walked over to the collapsed armor stumbling every now and again. He reached forward to the leg pieces and started to put them on he was still shocked by his proception threw his left eye. The world was brighter with a bit of an orange tint to it. Pulled up the bone and flesh armored pants before looking at the chest piece as he started to put it on the tissue from the armor that he had on and the back flesh from his armor combined. Forming into a single piece as the bone armor flowed into place over the rest of his body leaving his bare head and the helmet left on the ground. With a stoop down he looked at the face of the helmet with its nine grinning dragon's teeth back at him he saw the mussel and flesh connected to the lower and upper jaw. He looked at the crown of six dragons claws and flipped the helmet around placing it on his head. He was shocked when he figured out that he could see through his left eye. The bone was thin there, and his eye was somehow able to look through it. He then felt flesh and bone crawl up his neck until it went under his jaw forming protected neck pice as the spinal cord on his helmet connected with the rest of his body everything felt smoother easier to move and not as cumbersome as he would have thought. He wanted to know how the armor was able to do these things, so he decides to ask Ancolagon.

'Ancolagon what is going on? How is the armor able to do these things?' He could feel the ancient dragon almost shift in his bones and his mind. Then his voice pierced threw almost smooth and calm. 'It is simple I am using my power's to control it. But the armor will be stronger if we start infusing it with souls and magic but to do this we should go to a different place the magic that was used here will attract the attention of other magic users.' So with that Apolion started to walk out. As he exited the cave, he looked at the forest around him the once green forest was shriveled and dead the once great pines that were covered in green needles where now orange as he looked more closely the great trees were black like from a fire. The plant was all gone. Some of it even ash. 'What caused this?' he asked to himself as he looked at the forest only to hear Ancolagon. 'This is the cost of magic. The energy of life.' Apolion looked at the distraction almost in horror. Almost.

What got his attention was that as he looked, he noticed blue and black shapes a reasonable distance away from where he was standing. He closed his right eye and focused on his left. Even though the bone covered it, he could see out of it. The world around him was black with the outlines of the trees, but behind them, he could see a good 12 yeards away a ring of glowing blue around where he stood as well as some animals outlined being in a bright or dark red. 'What am I seeing Ancolagon?' he could feel a deep humming in his head. 'So it did work. You can see the planes of magic out of that eye. It will allow you to see spells and counter them as well as see perfectly in the dark but not as well during the day. It is known from where I am from as the All seeing eye. A servant to my master liked to use it a lot. the downside is that your left eye know resembles an inferno with a black pupil in the center.' Apolion nodded his head and opened his right eye making the world return to somewhat normal. He placed his sword onto his back as it's sheath that he had mad on his right shoulder blade opened up and closed around the sword almost like someone was catching it and keeping it in place. Then he crouched down and started to run.

Apolion got barely six feet before he stumbled a bit not being used to his new form and his speed that he could move it. 'Ok take it slow one step at a time yes that's good ok a little faster now.' as he started to focus on his running, he started to pick up the paces. 'This is easier then I thought.' That was what he thought before he rammed into his first tree. He fell onto the ground dragging through the ground a good three feet. 'Congrats you crashed into a tree with the force of a smaller dragon's strike.' He could hear Ancolagon say inside of his head. As Apollon stood up the tree was broken into splinters he could feel his flesh slightly bruise in his right shoulder and chest heal then there was a cracking sound as the tree fell. 'We need to move Apolion we need to make it deeper into the mountains. But it would be best if you watched out for the dwarves they are known to live in these mountains and have dwellings near here. But we must move fast for there could be any mage coming here at any second.' With that Apoilion stood up. 'Oh and this time. Look out for the trees.' with a chuckle Apoilion started to run again.

(Thank you for reading the first chapter of the Dark Ones please leave a comment on what you think and what you like this is Specter343 Out.)