Onward and upward… Or is it upward and onward? Well anyways, here goes!
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Chapter 9: Bargains with a Dragon
:…So all you have to do is play that harpy of yours, and boom! The door opens. Remember to do an A minor chord on the upper octave. The higher, the better, and it helps if you sing.:
Kitten, or Skysong, was explaining the mechanics of magic through sound. :I do it with whistles and croaks, you can do it through singing and playing. Got it?:
Tekkiake nodded. :Then let's bust outta here!:
Tekkiake plucked an A minor chord, and the lock burst off the door. :Not bad, for a beginner,: Skysong commented.
Playing continuous Bb major diminished sevenths, Tekkiake and Skysong tiptoed, invisible, through the hallways. Up the stairs, up to… where?
Tekk was lost. She found herself in some kind of laboratory. She had had to practically blow the lock off the door, it glowed and melted into a pile of goo on the floor. In the middle of the room was a cauldron, filled with some kind of yellow-green liquid. It wasn't bubbling, and it smelled delicious. Like apple cider or spiced wine or roses or…
She walked up to the cauldron, and bent her head over it. Her good sense told her to stay away, but her nose said drink it drink it DRINK IT!!!! Skysong clambered up onto a stool, and perched on its rim, swaying.
"Whoa, careful, there, Skys-"
Skysong finally lost his balance and fell into the pot, spraying Tekk with droplets of the liquid. Then the entire tripod and cauldron collapsed, and it was everywhere. Skysong floundered about, inhaling and swallowing practically gallons of the stuff. When the commotion was finally over, Tekk was holding a sopping wet, unchanged, Skysong.
"Well, I guess it was just some kind of drink-" Tekkiake was cut off again.
Skysong was growing. He got bigger, and bigger, and bigger, until he filled the room. He stuck his now eight-foot-long neck out the window, breaking the glass and the stone and mortar around it. Tekkiake felt herself growing a bit, but not nearly so dramatically as the dragon had.
Skysong forced his body out the window, crumbling the wall. He stayed there, hovering with his gigantic wings.
:Ha ha! Yes! I'm bigger, stronger- I'm twenty centuries old, Tekkiake! Come! We'll fly away!:
Tekkiake picked up a shard of glass and looked at her reflection in it. In her surprise, she dropped it and it shattered on the cement floor. The face looking back at her was the face of a thirty-year-old woman! Looking up, Tekk saw Skysong, and with her harp in her arms, she opened up her wings, shooting after the dragon into freedom.
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I know that was short, but I think that is a good place to end that chapter. Remember- review!