"Arya…I must ask you; should I bind myself to you?" Mec said from his place by her side.
"What?"
"I…can bind myself as a dragon to a rider, though the bond is weaker unless used on another drake." He held out his scaled hand. "I would be marked, as you already have the mark of the bond, and it would keep us together no matter what happens in our lives."
"I don't think it is time for something like that." Arya said, taking his hand anyway. Her hand was hot as fire on his cold scales. "I would wait for some later time, when we are both truly ready to do such a thing."
"Very well." Mecrac tried to pull his hand away, but Arya held on tightly. "You must let go of my hand…"
"Do I have to?" Mecrac smiled.
"I guess not." Mec chuckled, extending one wing to cover her from the heat of the sun. She gasped when the light turned blue, but then remembered that he had wings. "If you want-"
"No, it's fine." Arya said, leaning back against the membrane. "Why did I come here in the first place?"
"To have Mimic mate with my mother, remember?" Arya sighed. "Oh, I almost forgot." He reached down to a pocket in his robe, pulling out a vial of green liquid. "This is the antidote for the magic-dampening drug you were given." Arya took it and downed the whole thing in one gulp. She shivered as her mark flashed brightly. "It may take a while to restore your magic."
"Thank you. I need it to heal Mimic of the Tai'jaq poisoning."
"He was poisoned by Hive?" Mec asked in horror. "If so… the Tai'jaq infection is only curable by dark magic, and the chances of his body fighting it off are zero."
"Will you cure him?" Mec nodded and looked down at the dragon below the rock they were sitting on. Mecrac raised his hand and closed his eyes.
"Arksha mik sas vol Tai'jaq arcala!" He intoned. Mimic shook his head and swooned, and when he stood straight his eyes were green. "Shadow fighting shadow."
Arclis
Arclis disarmed the human king, chuckling at the man's lack of skill. Even one as powerful as he was no match for one with endless magic. "Kill me, drake." The man said calmly. "Kill me and be done with it."
"I will not kill you…" Arclis said, letting go of his sword. The blade stayed in the air, floating and humming loudly.
But I will. Saphira said, pressing forward so her point was at Galbatorix's heart. Galbatorix, former rider of Alana. Galbatorix gasped at the name. Now you pay for your crimes.
Saphira Brightblade leapt forward, extinguishing the life of the man who had ordered her death…and destroying his soul so he could not join his dragon in the void.
It is ended, Brom. The sword clattered to the ground, lifeless. …I am coming…
What? He's dead? But it's not over yet…wait and see; just because the bad guy dies doesn't mean it's a happy ending…I have a few more tricks up my sleeve, and this could all end up in ashes. I love this kind of thing...