Hello readers! Welcome to another installment of Dragons Lost in Time. I know it's been a while, but I've been having trouble with college stuff and had to focus on my studies again. But I finally had enough time to post this chapter and I should be okay to post some chapters for my other stories soon. Thanks again to the readers who still read my stories and to the new readers who are giving my stories a try.

Also, the new cover art has been drawn by yours truly! It's the humanoid form of a draconian eye.

Now let's get on with the story, shall we?

I do not own the Fire Emblem series.

Azura stood in front of a door pondering the possible outcomes if she were to open it. She wondered if the man inside the small room was either awake or asleep. Remembering his ferocity on the battlefield, she wondered if he would attack should he be disturbed, whether awake or asleep. Dashing all thoughts, she raised a loose fist to the wooden door and lightly rapped on its surface. "Spencer? May I come in? I have something to ask of you," she called out.

"Gah… Huh?" Hearing his response, Azura figured that she must have caught him while he was asleep. The revelation was a little unusual, as it was a bit late to be asleep. "Sure… Come in…"

After hearing that she had permission, she entered the room. When she saw him, he was sprawled on the wooden chair with his cloak loosely hanging onto him. His wings and tail drooped down to the floor and his eyes were dull and reminded her of her son's sleepy eyes.

"Oh… Hey, Azura… What is it?" he asked, ending with a yawn. He was still in the same position and hadn't made an attempt to make himself presentable.

"Is there any reason why you haven't picked yourself out of your chair? Maybe this Areya I've heard about is sleeping in your bed?" she asked, but when she looked at the poorly made bed, there was no small body resting in it. When Spencer followed her gaze, he sighed in annoyance.

"Dammit, she's hiding again…" he groaned. His arms twitched but never left their positions. "I can't do this right now…"

"What do you mean 'again'?"

"Areya likes to play hide and seek. She's great at hiding, and that makes me worry when I can't find her," he explained, finally raising a hand to wipe his face. "She eventually turns up when she's had enough fun watching me run around like an idiot."

"I see," Azura muttered with a smile. "But that doesn't explain why you have not moved from that seat since I walked in."

"Oh, that. Yeah, training Corrin and helping Egon is tiring me out a lot. I can barely move my body, let alone fight another battle soon."

"Why don't you go see Sakura or Elise and ask if they can do anything?"

"Corrin took me yesterday after I collapsed during his lessons. They said that nothing they had would work on me. So, I was told to just take it easy for a while. Filia and Egon took over Corrin's lessons for me after I was let go, but I just can't seem to get some rest."

'Strange,' Azura thought. 'Healing magic has been used on him before to heal his wounds. Why won't they work on his fatigue? Would anything work? Maybe if I…'

"Spencer?" Azura spoke up suddenly. The dragon raised his head quickly and looked at the woman. "Would you mind if I tried something?"

"What do you have in mind?"

"Do you remember what I told you about my singing?" she asked. He nodded, remembering that she sung to reenergize weary soldiers during battle. His eyes widened at what she was implying and he nodded his head again.

"Yeah, go ahead and try." Azura smiled at his enthusiasm. She faced him completely and touched the pendant on her neck. When she began singing, she closed her eyes and imagined the words being written in front of her.

"You are the ocean's gray waves, destined to seek life beyond the shore, just out of reach…" As she sang, water droplets had begun to rise in the air. The sight surprised the dragon, but he was even more mesmerized by the singing. The tone, the way it flows like the water, was amazing. "Yet the waters ever change, flowing like time. The path is yours to climb…"

"Wow…" he gasped. The water in the air dissipated and Azura opened her eyes. Spencer lifted his arms from the seat, but it was still a little difficult. The thought of failure brought a frown to Azura's face.

"How did that not work?" she asked herself. This was bad. Her song always worked on Corrin and the others. Yet it did not work at all on Spencer. Was it because he was different? She had never sung her song to a draconian. Would it be the same with Egon and Filia and any others that they might find? This might be a problem.

"It was a nice try, though," Spencer said.

"A nice try?" Azura repeated. "Do you mean to tell me that you knew that wouldn't work?"

"Well… yeah," he answered, raising his arms again. "I know what's wrong with me, but without a source of electricity, I can only rest for a long time to actually recover. But I still had a little hope that your singing would work."

"…Electricity?"

"That's why I knew you wouldn't be able to help me. You don't know much about electricity, but you call it lightning magic."

"I see…" Azura pondered in silence for a moment. Remembering Spencer's lightning magic, it looked similar to some of the effects of the tomes she's seen. Maybe… "If I got you a source of… electricity, would you be able to recover?"

Spencer looked at her in confusion. "I doubt you'd be able to find one that would be good to use, but what did you have in mind?"

"Thunder and Lightning tomes. They have the same effects as your magic and I believe they should be suitable sources of this electricity you need. We have some spare tomes in the armory." Spencer's eyebrows shot up as he realized what she was saying.

"If they work anything like my Fimbulvetr tome, they could work. Alright, I'll try it."

"Excellent. I'll go fetch the tomes for you and return in a few minutes." She bowed slightly and turned to leave until he said to wait. She turned back around and her mouth hung open when she saw him trying to rise from his seat. "What are you doing?!"

"Coming with you," he said, as if he were stating the obvious.

"You are staying here to rest." She came closer and tried to get him to sit back down, but he pushed back.

"No, I'm not. I need to see these tomes for myself."

"You need to rest!"

"I'm not stopping until I go myself." Azura sighed as he sat back down and tried catching his breath.

"Why can't I just bring them to you?"

"I have my reasons." She had heard those words before, and that tone. She had said the same phrase during her early years with the Hoshidans. She had wanted to distance herself from the royal family, so as not to reveal any secrets about Valla or her true life as Vallite royalty, but opened up with the warm and loving Mikoto. Now that she had no secrets to hide, life was much more enjoyable compared to that lonely life she lead. And she didn't want this man to have that life here. It might take some time, but she would get him to open up, by hook or by crook.

"Fine, I'll take you." Spencer looked at the singer in shock after hearing what she said.

"Really?"

"If you promise me something." Spencer hesitantly nodded at the request. "Just tell me why you need to see them."

Spencer stayed silent for a few minutes. His gaze had shifted between different parts of the room and Azura. His silence kept going until he looked straight at Azura, sorrow and pain filling his eyes.

"I'm afraid of what I might become."

Most of the way from the living quarters to the armory, Spencer had not said a word. Azura, letting the dragon lean on her shoulder, was still in shock at what she was told.

Why would he be afraid? And what did he mean 'of what he might become'? Why is he being cryptic at a time like this? He needs help with his condition, yet he says he's afraid of something. Was this 'electricity' helpful or dangerous?

"By the way, what did you want to ask me?"

Azura blinked at the question, having forgotten her reason for visiting the young man in the first place. "…I wanted to ask you why you won't let Corrin use his dragonstone."

"What do you mean?"

"I gave that stone to him the first time he transformed so that he could stay under control. Those stones are to keep people like Corrin in control of their actions. Wouldn't it be safer if he is allowed to use it?"

"No, absolutely not," Spencer immediately answered.

"Why do you say that?"

"Those stones that Corrin and Kana had… I had a feeling of dread when I was around them. When Filia and Egon came aboard, I asked them about it and they had the same feeling, just slighter. If Corrin and Kana fully tap into their draconic heritage, then they might feel the same way as we do."

"Well, do you feel anything now?"

"What are you talking about?" Azura placed her hand onto her pendant and showed it to him.

"This necklace contains a remnant of a powerful dragonstone. If you are right, this stone should be scaring you, but you are very close to it and not even flinching." Spencer looked at the pendant and his brows furrowed close together.

"I… can't even sense anything from you."

"Hmm?" Azura blinked at his confused face.

"I can't sense any kind of power at all. To me, that's a normal stone."

"Truly?" At his nod, Azura could not utter another word, simply continuing to help him walk toward their destination.

When the two arrived at the Nohrian armory, they still had not spoken a word to each other. Inside was the old veteran knight, Gunter. He had been pulling more shifts here and many other places since hearing word about the possible vallite rebellion. His guilt from his defection in the last vallite war must have gotten the better of him, as he had refused any and all requests to take a rest and Corrin's forgiveness.

Gunter immediately acknowledged the two walk in and greeted them with a bow. "Lady Azura, it is good to see you."

"And to you, Gunter."

"Hm? And what is this young recruit doing in the armory?" Gunter asked when he noticed who was leaning against Azura. "Shouldn't he be resting as ordered?"

"He requested that I bring him here," she said. "He said that he needed a source of… electricity for his recovery and I suggested using a spare thunder or lightning tome."

"I suspect this electricity might have something to do with your lightning magic?" Seeing the younger man nod, Gunter continued. "I see. I believe that you must have a preference as to the strength of the tome?"

"Yes, sir." Spencer finally spoke. "Anything that the average magic user could cast would be fine to start with."

Gunter nodded and headed towards the back of the armory. Returning a minute later, with tomes in hand, Gunter gave a simple thunder tome to the young dragon. "I believe this should fit your preference. And I brought a lightning tome and mjolnir tome for you if you find that the thunder is not strong enough."

"Thank you," the younger male answered as he grasped the book.

"My pleasure." Gunter nodded.

"Now, what are you going to do?" Azura asked. Spencer said nothing, simply laying the thunder tome between his hands. Nothing happened for a few seconds. Azura was about to ask what he was doing again, but then she saw tiny lightning bolts spark around the tome and his hands. Her jaw immediately dropped as she watched the spectacle. Gunter watched as well, seemingly unfazed by the sight in front of him. After about a minute had passed, the sparks died down and Spencer lifted one of his hands from the tome.

"This is good enough for now."

"Does that mean you're recovered?"

"No, I meant that this tome will be a good enough strength for my needs right now. I just need to go somewhere open for others' safety so I can recharge."

"Why not go to the training grounds?" Gunter suggested. "There might still be soldiers there, but it might be open enough for you to do what you need to."

"That sounds good. Thank you, sir." The old knight nodded to the young man.

"Stay safe, rookie."

When the dragon and the singer made it to the training grounds, there were soldiers around, but Spencer deemed it safe enough for him to do what he needed. Azura lead him to an empty space, but were approached by Lilith, Egon, Filia, and Areya before Spencer could use the tome.

"So, this is where you've been," Spencer said, pointing to the giggling Areya. "Guess I finally win one."

"She's been with me since this morning," Lilith said, getting closer to him. "I thought you couldn't move?"

Azura looked around the group and directed her attention to Filia. "Where is Corrin? I thought he was still here, training with you?"

Filia shook her head and answered, saying that Corrin had left a while ago. "I think Leo needed his help with something. Why did you bring Spencer here?"

"I'm hoping to recharge," Spencer said, hearing the female dragon. Egon and Filia perked up at his words.

"Recharge?" Egon asked. "But don't you need a battery to do that?"

Spencer held up the thunder tome in his hands. "I'm going to try using this. It seems to have a similar energy signature to a battery and I want to test it. But Egon, can I talk to you in private for a moment?"

Seeing the two male dragons walk off, Azura asked Filia if she knew what they meant. "I don't know much about it, since they're different, but I think that lightning draconians, sometimes, can't replenish their electricity fast enough by themselves. They need an external source if they burn through too much energy at once. That's what batteries are."

"Hmm…" The explanation was difficult to take in for the songstress, still mystified by draconians and their customs. Looking at the two male dragons, Egon had donned a panicked look on his face and Spencer was pressing him for something. They could hear nothing, but Egon looked like he was trying to refuse something, before buckling down and agreeing with a nod.

Spencer and Egon returned to the group, both with serious expressions. "I'm ready to go for it," Spencer said.

"Wait," Lilith said. "I'm not sure if you should do this. I don't trust the way you Egon were talking just a minute ago. What's going on?"

"Lily, just trust me. Nothing bad should happen."

"'Should'?" Lilith came closer to Spencer and pressed a hand to his chest. "Are you sure that you're going to be safe?"

"Lily, if nothing goes wrong and this works, I'll take you out to dinner," Spencer said, before quickly adding "tonight."

"Whoa, tonight?" Lilith asked, a little shocked. "You must be pretty cocky to assume that we would even be free tonight."

"We are. There's no reports of anything and we're right near a town."

"A town? Aren't you afraid of-"

"I would go for you if it meant that I would continue to date you."

"Hmm… How would you pay for it?" At this, his eyes shot open. He must not have thought this through. As he looked away, Lilith looked back at Filia and winked. The ice dragon winked back, knowing that Lilith was toying with him.

"The bet money," he finally answered. "The gold that I won from Corrin. I'll use that."

"Alright… if this works and won't go wrong, then I'll go on a date with you tonight. I trust you."

"Thank you," Spencer breathed out. "Egon, let's do it."

Egon lead him back to his previous space while everyone else took several paces away from the two. Spencer held the thunder tome in front of him and Egon stood facing him. Spencer gripped the tome tighter and tighter as sparks appeared again on his hands. The sparks shot outwards and into the ground, letting off huge amounts of energy into the field and air.

"What's happening?!" Lilith called out over the loud buzzing noise.

"I've seen this before!" yelled Filia. "It's something that draconians can do to recharge their power, mostly lightning elements! But I've only seen some of the most powerful dragons able to pull this off safely! He's going to hurt himself!"

And Filia's statement rang true, as the sparks grew brighter and gave off more noise and Spencer's face contorted in pain. Parts of his skin started morphing into his blue scales and his draconic appendages started thrashing around. Hearing a scream of agony, Egon hefted his axe by his side. Lilith and Filia started running to try and stop them, but backed up as the lightning kept them from getting closer. All they could see among the bright sparks was Egon, his axe, and Spencer dropping to his knees.

"What are we supposed to do?!" Lilith's question went unanswered as Egon lifted his axe above the kneeling dragon in front of him.

"I don't-!" Filia stopped as she heard something different in the air. Egon heard it as well, stopping before he swung his weapon. The buzzing from the sparks had changed. "Look!"

The others followed Filia's gaze and saw the cloaked dragon pick himself up from the ground. He had stopped screaming, his face showed no pain, and his scales had turned back to skin. They all watched as the electricity flowed around and into him, dancing between the entire group.

When the light finally died down, Spencer stood up straight and waved his arms and wings around. A big grin plastered itself across his face as he stretched his wings out and took to the air. Everyone watched as he flew around in tight circles before landing next to Lilith and rubbed Areya's head.

"Whew! That felt good!" he laughed.

"What was that?!" Lilith shouted beside him. "You said it would be safe! And why did Egon look like he was about to attack you?!" She pointed to the lightning dragon, who now had withdrawn his axe and donned a relieved look.

"It was just a precaution. I hadn't done something like that in a while and I wanted to make sure everyone was safe. Just a small hit and everything would stop before it got out of hand." Everyone except the two males stopped as they heard what Spencer had casually said.

"A small hit? He looked ready to…" Filia looked back at the way Egon had brandished his axe, and the way it was aimed. That was not an aim for a small hit. "And how long has it been since you've done something like that?"

"About… three to four months? It's a little fuzzy…" Spencer murmured as he placed a hand to his chin, before his grin came back. "But it doesn't matter now. Everyone's fine, right?"

No one disagreed. No one had been hurt and the one that had committed the act looked right as rain.

"Good, now-"

"Wait." Everyone looked to Filia, whose face was still contorted with confusion. "What exactly happened? I thought I heard something near the end of that thing."

"Really?"

"Yeah, I heard it, too," Egon spoke up. "It was weird…"

"What did it sound like?" Both dragons thought for a moment before they started humming a tune. Spencer's eyes widened. He knew that tune well.

"It finally worked…" he mumbled.

"What worked?" Lilith asked.

"I… I've been trying to create music with my lightning for a long time… and it finally happened! I've known that it could be done, I just was never able to do it. I always ran out of…" His eyes widened again as he pulled out the thunder tome again. It looked the same before he had used it, only a page had burned up. "Maybe this is what I need… I need to look into this."

Oblivious to the people around him, he had started walking in a single direction before a hand pulled his collar and snapped him back to reality.

"You can do that later," a voice said. "You and I have a date tonight."

So that was chapter 10 of Dragons Lost in Time. Thanks for giving it a read and I hope you read some of my other stuff that already exists and will read as I update my stories. If you liked my story, I ask again to leave a review and follow/favorite.

Dragon, out.