Chapter 50-A Dragon's Final Fight
Nira watches with great enjoyment as the two red dragons are returned to the natural world.
Ssso my plan worked, he growls in happiness. Excellent!
Nira watches as Uria tries to comfort Makiar.
Pity he hasss never done that to anyone before, Nira mutters to himself as he continues to watch.
Makiar just listen to me! Uria roars in anger.
No! Just make it go away! Makiar sobs, tears rolling down her red scaled cheeks.
That memory must have been hard for her to watch, Uria thinks to himself as he tries once more to comfort Makiar.
Leave me ALONE! Makiar roars, her telepathic thoughts bitter and harsh to the red male dragon.
Uria steps back at her bitter tone.
I caused it . . . I caused my son's memory loss, Makiar mutters.
Uria's gaze suddenly turns to where Nira stands watching.
Someone is here, he thinks. Show yourself!
Nira chuckles as he approaches the two red dragons. Uria growls and moves to shield Makiar from the blackened dragon's view.
Hiding her won't work, Nira hisses.
Oh really? Uria questions as Makiar whimpers in the background.
Really, Nira growls as he lowers himself to the ground.
He is going to try something, Uria thinks. I'd better be careful.
Nira chuckles at Uria's sudden quietness.
He must have realized that I'm going to do something, he thinks.
Nira's eyes gleam in the pale light that slowly begins the sun's rise into the sky.
Now is my chance to make things right, he mutters to himself.
Uria growls as unfolds his wings, fanning them out in front of him.
If he tries something then I'll block it, the red male thinks.
Nira growls sharply and jerks his head toward when Makiar is.
Sssee her? He questions.
Yes. So what? Uria asks.
Ssshe is the one responsssible for bringing you here at my mercy, Nira hums.
Uria growls and prepares his body for the upcoming fight.
I shall win for Makiar, he thinks.
That fool ssshall lose, Nira chuckles to himself. For dessstiny hasss already chosen it to occur.
