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Dragonheart the New Age
Chapter III
Friar Peter smiled at the sleeping Drake, the muddy yellow scales had become slightly brighter, the gray darkening to a near black.
The dragon was only three weeks old, but had stolen both the old Friar's and the Abbot's hearts.
The active dracling had taken it onto himself to explore every book filled or worse dust filled corner of his dungeon chamber. And if someone wasn't around when Drake decided to wander, you would have to spend a good deal fo time looking for him or tracking him down by listening to his complaining of getting himself lost and confused.
Drake was extremely vocal when upset, he could growl, hum, squeal, hiss, whine, whimper, purr, and even had a developing...well, sort of a roar, but not quite.
Friar Peter sighed as he glanced at the open astrologer's book on the table next to him,
"A dragon's heart
Shall doom mankind,
When the two-tailed comet
Blazes across the night sky."
And to his knowledge and that of Brother Gilbert's, there were no other dragons other than young Drake. The baby was destined for an extreme fate...
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She chuckled faintly as the dracling sniffed at her riding boots, Drake looked fantastic for a nearly one month old dragon.
"Friar Peter? It's the new moon tonight, he should be taken out after midnight."
The old friar nearly said no as he hesitated, but the girl made a point. She wouldn't be able to keep Drake outside for very long, there was too great a risk someone might see the young dragon even if it would be so late at night.
She was only visiting the one night, mainly to use her Celtic bloodline's knowledge to make sure Drake was growing fine, and he was, but as the dragon's father figure he had every right to be worried...
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Drake snuffled playfully and wriggled through the folds of the girl's cloak that she'd wrapped the dracling in to carry him outside.
"Sh-shhh...look around little one..."
Drake emitted a squeak when she set him down on the ground; the summer green grass was cool and fresh, the night-time soft breeze felt good on fragile wing membranes and scales; but it was the beautiful, star filled sky that held Drake's attention over all of the new sensations.
She smiled as the little dragon's head weaved back and forth on his unsteady neck, he was trying so hard to look at all of the stars at once.
"Come here Drake, let me show you the stars..."
She actually had to take a few moments to catch the wiggling dracling, but Drake settled peacefully in her arms, resting his head on her shoulder at an angle and folding his wings against his sides to curl against her snugly.
"Now, follow my finger, that one right there is called Orion..."
Friar Peter found them just like that when he joined them, she was pointing out constellations one after another and telling the myths and history behind each one.
Sagittarius...
Leo...
Andromeda...
Scorpio...
Pisces...
Ursa Major...
Ursa Minor...
She grew silent as the last constellation made Drake stiffen and stare at the image formed...
Draco...
"That's the constellation Draco, the Dragon Stars..."
Drake made a soft a whine, like a little child meeting someone intimidating for the first time.
The girl sighed softly, lost in ages of memories, "Up there rest your mother in eternal peace Drake, and I hope she knows you and can see you now..."
"I wish I knew if you could hear me, but look at your son..."
Kate was crying now, Friar Peter's heart clenched in sympathy as the girl breathed out a whispered prayer...
"Look at your son, milady...I pray that you and your mate are proud...Baritea, I hope your proud
Kara smiled as Bowen led her to the mountain ridge on the back side of her village, three days from now they would have the ceremony. And Kara didn't know what to feel.
She did however feel sorrow take over as she and Bowen reached the peak of their walk, stopping nearly exactly where Draco would lay on sentry duty before the battle seven months ago.
Kara looked to the ground after her eyes had found Draco's stars in the night sky.
"What is it love?"
Bowen's voice was heavy with emotion as Kara's heart was as the tears fell.
"Nearly every night when the sky...is dark enough *sniff* I've come up here...and nearly each time, His star would always shine brighter for a moment...but at the last new moon..."
The two nights line up...that was the night Draco...
"Kara...I don't think he can shine like that again...anymore..."
She sniffed once, "What? No, he has to..."
"Kara..."
"Why not?" Kara sobbed, nearly pulling away as Bowen grabbed her hand and squeezed it gently.
"Because, he's right behind you."
Bowen smiled, content and warm as he gazed at the millions of stars above him, Kara lay on his left side, her head on his chest and hand playing with the laces of his tunic.
His left arm hugged her to him a little protectively, while his right played with her hair.
Draco let out a quiet chuckle at the two, then followed it with a soft yawn.
Bowen smirked, "tired much dragon?"
Draco 'humphed' then yawned again, he gave in to sleep seconds after shifting to let his neck stretch out on the ground, and in a position that his neck and body halfway encircled Bowen and Kara, his tail and the cliff edge did the rest.
"Bowen?"
"Hmm?"
"Is Draco's..."
"His heart is completely whole again...the only down side is he gets worn out faster by nightfall for now, like when you've had a sprained ankle or broken bone...you have all the energy you did before, it just takes longer for it to be able to last the whole day."
"Ah."
Silence.
"And before you ask since I can tell how silent you are, no Einon's still completely gone."
"Mmm..."
The two must have talked for hours, catching up and just chatting, Draco remaining oblivious to it as he slept.
They drifted off an hour or two after midnight, the sudden stopping of noise led Draco to briefly awake.
He looked to the two and smiled, curling his tail slightly against Kara's back, smiling wider as she leaned against the welcomed heat.
Draco looked to the stars, one set in particular, remembering decades ago the dragoness who had stolen his heart and very soul, and led to his son...
"Oh My Love...how...I miss you...so much...Baritea..."
Hewe sighed softly as he trekked up the pre-dawn lit ridge, he remembered each night before that battle looking up to the ridge as he had done every morning as well, and seeing that dragon either stretching his massive wings to greet the day, or curling into a loose form to remain comfortable for the night.
The top of the ridge was still dark, the dawn just starting to shift the black sky and last of the hundred or so stars into dark gray. A deep rumbling came from where the man had thought he had last seen Bowen and Kara head to.
Oddly enough, it was where the dragon had been...
"Mmm...*yawn*...Hewe?"
That voice...it couldn't be...right?
But it was, Draco groggily lifted his head, his movements obviously still slow and sluggish from heavy sleep.
"Draco."
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Bowen awoke to a softly held conversation and the absence of his heat source. Once he was coherent enough to sit up and look around, he realized Kara's absence, and her conversation with Hewe.
Draco on the other hand was still tired and half-dozing with his head up, (a lot like a human falling asleep sitting on a stool).
"Draco, go back to sleep."
The dragon must have been really out of it, he actually listened to Bowen's order and complied.
Hewe watched the dragon sleep for a moment before turning to the knight, "Mind tellin' me how the dragon's back?"
Anthony growled, being Eynron, the blacksmith's, son was sometimes irritating. Especially times like this morning when his father had spent too long over his morning meal reminiscing and was now irritated.
The forge was just starting up again for the morning, a little late today several hours after dawn, the rest of village was slowly awakening to greet the day...
ROAR!
That wasn't normal, Eynron dropped the sword he was sharpening and rushed out of the forge at the roar, only one creature was capable of that intensity in Anthony's mind.
Joined by the radiant summer sunrise, Draco's voice shattered all sounds and making sure everyone was up.
Some of the young children screamed at volume, but nearly everyone cheered as Draco jumped into the sky, his wings taking on the color of bright sun, greeting the new day, and a new age...
Well? I know it took a little longer, but I'm helping Arianwen44 with her sequel to Werewolves and Dragons. Please review! I need at least two reviews a chapter, I hate having to do that but I need to know people want to read more! :):):)