AN: Thanx for all your reviews and support!
Gaberiel Yaslana: Thanks for your review…just to tell you wind to thy wings is a mideval/rennissance way of saying good bye (but you already knew that right) it's used universally. I've never heard of Mercedes Lacky…what are some of the stuff that he's written?
Ally: *super huggles for you!* thanks! I'm putting all of the stories together and I might elaborate a lil more on the Undome chapter *it's coming up in part II!* bye!
The Storm ripped through the forest with great lashes. The trees swayed in the wind, lightning flashing and casting morbid shadows on the rough ground. The wind shrieked through the trees, rain slicing through the air. The sounds of the dragon's screams added The Cold-Drake leered down at them, the sharp obsidian claws clicking against the cold, wet stone. Fionn struggled under the weight of Aliyana and Aragorn, thinking of a way to save themselves. Aragorn gave out a gasp of surprise as he now only held onto Fionn with one arm, the other one, useless. Aliyana grabbed for her brother, afraid that he might fall.
Fionn clenched his teeth and squeezed his eyes shut, as he felt his arms weaken, screaming for rest...But he could not...he would never let go. Although one hand slipped from its firm landing. He gave out a strangled cry of pain and clenched his jaw shut as he tried to pull his arm back up for help. Aliyana saw this and began desperately to look on the wall for foot holds. "Here, Fionn!" Aliyana cried up looking at a small ledge that would serve to hold them for an amount of time sufficient to get out of this mess.
Fionn saw to where his ward was looking. He managed to put both feet on the ledge, the rough stone scraping his skin. He nodded thanks to Aliyana, that was all he could manage. He pressed himself flat, clinging desperately to a new hold, still thinking of a way to get out. The ever increasing storm wasn't helping at all, as the wind taunted Fionn, dragging him out of all thought. His limbs screamed for rest, feeling his arms going numb from the cold and holding them up for too long. His wounds weren't helping as well, his blood mixed with the rain streaked down his chest. Fionn concentrated on his thoughts, feeling pain slice through him, he let out his breath hin a hiss and his face became distorted with pain. He let them off onto the ledge where they all held on, Aliyana holding her brother so he wouldn't fall.
Aragorn managed to look up to still see the drake. It seemed to smile at them then it closed its dark eyes and lowered his head. He looked at Fionn who suddenly gasped and cried out in pain. Fionn was feeling those sharp obsidian claws enter his mind and suddenly clawing at his mind with fierce, repetitive slashes through long, wispy tendrils clouding his mind with smoke. He crushed himself to the wall, feeling the stone gouging at his flesh. He felt a warmth at his eyes, but it was not one that was of tears. Blood. All blood streaming from his eyes, every drop a bead of pain.
Aragorn couldn't see this happening anymore to his guardian, as another whiplash of pain struck him, crying out even louder than before, screaming for rest. Aragorn saw a loose stone in the mortar of the side of the bridge. It was sharp, nearly feeling like a very large spear head."Aliyana! Hold me back a little!" Aliyana looked at her brother terrified, then nodded trusting him. She held him out a little ways over the vast depth of space.
Aragorn took the stone and, with the keenness of the teachings of an Elf, struck the Drake in the eye. It shook itself and screamed, it's black blood spurting out of the wound. Fionn gave out a gasp and nearly fainted but still held on. He looked at Aragorn and gave him a weak smile, all mirth stopped as they felt the crumbling of the safety of their ledge and Fionn began to think very quickly. Aliyana then suddenly felt something enter her mind, seeming like the wafting of smoke from a dead fire, making her thoughts murky.
Then it came, a large pain ripped through her skull. She gasped and when she closed her eyes, all she could see were those long, sharp, obsidian claws tearing at her. She let out a deafening scream, feeling pain invade her body. It held its robust grip onto her mind, then painfully let go quickly, almost making her fall. The Drake cocked its head to the side, thoughtfully almost. Then it seemed to know something about Aliyana, knowing of her unnatural powers. It seemed to laugh in short, deep barks upon the three, suddenly getting closer to the ledge, letting its long neck drape over the ledge. They could feel the hotness of its breath reeking down onto them, the brightness of the orbs glowing in a sickly, ambient light. It was so close to them that they could hear the clicking of its teeth when it opened its maws. Aliyana and Aragorn had never experienced something so frightening in their lives. Their voices caught in their throats and their hearts beat faster.
Fionn then seemed to realize something. He turned to the to the other side quickly and stealthily. He looked out into the greying mists under the charred and black sky. He quickly let out a shill whistle that was two notes, up-down. Nothing happened. Fionn felt shock catch him in full paralysis. The Drake crept slowly forward, slowing opening its large maws of death showing the large marble pinnacles. Aliyana and Aragorn shut their eyes, only hoping for an end to this horrible dream. Fionn let out the whistle again. Again nothing happened. Fionn closed his eyes
'I am sorry Arathorn. I cold not keep my word to keep your children safe. May Eru have pity on us all,'
The Drake suddenly looked up in confusion as if something was watching it. It seemed to shrug it off and look back down at his prey. The teeth clacked again, hearing its vast maw open, covering them with a deadly shadow. Fionn was feeling the ledge give way "Aragorn! Aliyana!" He cried out, over the rain "come here quickly!". They grabbed for his strong frame, suddenly feeling the ledge give way under them, crumbling down to the great river. The three felt their last breaths come when a cry pierced the air.
A large red-brown blur dived for the Drake. It looked in the direction it was coming from and gave out a last scream before it was felled. Fionn looked up seeing the talons of the enormous eagle slash the Drake's throat. It gave out an angry scream, drunkenly swaying closer to the ledge until it fell over the rough brink, black blood spilling after it. Fionn smiled up at it for a brief moment. The Eagle looked concerned at his old friend as Fionn began to lose hold. 'I'm sorry, Arathorn,' And with that he let go feeling the air nothing else. The children screamed feeling their stomaches lurch uncomfortably. Air was all they could feel then they landed on something. It was the Eagle. Fionn let out a soft chuckle that could only be heard by the four (including the eagle). "Zryakir! Old Friend! May Eru smile on you all the rest of your days!"
Zryakir, the Eagle, had its great wings outstretched and seemed to laugh back "Yes Fionn, I have come when you have called. You did save me and now It was my turn to save you. I shall take you to Rivendell, for I do know that is where you wish to go," Zryakir flew over the battle with increasing haste. Fionn suddenly realized how much pain he was really in. When ever he breathed he could feel a heated, striking pain in his chest. His skull ached from the slashing of the claws and of the Orc smashing him up against the wall. His arms throbbed, feeling the blood rush back into them as one was severely wounded, his blood turning a dark crimson, nearly black.
Zryakir swooped over the fervor increasing in the battle. Orcs let out a strangulated cry as they aimed their longbows at the great red-brown eagle, firing constantly. Zryakir was too dexterous for them as he quickly dodged the arrows, a few grazed him but he continued onward great amber eyes stretching to the zenith of the sky.
There was an elongated screech, half a roar, full of malice and animosity. Fionn winced at the volume of the sound, the acuteness of it blaring in his ears. Aragorn half turned and his eyes widened at the sight. An ebony dragon with glistening vermillion eyes and leathery wings soared after Zryakir. Its swarthy scales were gleaming in the inconstant flares of the lighting, filled with a rage that was only known to the dragon-breeders when they were first born. An incessant hysteria had always filled their inky minds with a infatuation to kill all.
Zryakir seemed to know the sound and flew even faster, the rain cutting them, blurring their vision. The dragon gave immediate chase and soared above the foggy clouds. Again the loud clap of thunder came and fear jolted into their hearts as they did not know the whereabouts of the *Wyvern. The thunder's hammer seemed to come quicker which was unusual, Fionn looked up and then realized what it was. The beating of the dragon's wings were so loud that they were as thunder. It bore down upon them with a uproarious scream. The smell of it was smoke and burnt flesh of those that has opposed it in the past.
Aragorn could see not far off the blackness of a forest looming ahead and then knew what he wanted to do. Fionn saw this as well "Zryakir, do not do this! You will kill yourself! Flee!" Zryakir screamed back "Fionn! You saved my live nearly for yours and I intend to do the same!!" Zryakir seemed to find a resivoir of strength left in his body somewhere and sped off at a indelible speed. The forest quickly grew, and before they knew it Fionn had let them down at a clearing and quickly flew off before the dragon could come and claim them Fionn yelled up at the sky "Wind to thy wings, Zryakir!!" and he quickly gathered the children and they ran in the forest away from Minas Anor, hoping for rest and to know of what to do with the rest of their lives
Gaberiel Yaslana: Thanks for your review…just to tell you wind to thy wings is a mideval/rennissance way of saying good bye (but you already knew that right) it's used universally. I've never heard of Mercedes Lacky…what are some of the stuff that he's written?
Ally: *super huggles for you!* thanks! I'm putting all of the stories together and I might elaborate a lil more on the Undome chapter *it's coming up in part II!* bye!
The Storm ripped through the forest with great lashes. The trees swayed in the wind, lightning flashing and casting morbid shadows on the rough ground. The wind shrieked through the trees, rain slicing through the air. The sounds of the dragon's screams added The Cold-Drake leered down at them, the sharp obsidian claws clicking against the cold, wet stone. Fionn struggled under the weight of Aliyana and Aragorn, thinking of a way to save themselves. Aragorn gave out a gasp of surprise as he now only held onto Fionn with one arm, the other one, useless. Aliyana grabbed for her brother, afraid that he might fall.
Fionn clenched his teeth and squeezed his eyes shut, as he felt his arms weaken, screaming for rest...But he could not...he would never let go. Although one hand slipped from its firm landing. He gave out a strangled cry of pain and clenched his jaw shut as he tried to pull his arm back up for help. Aliyana saw this and began desperately to look on the wall for foot holds. "Here, Fionn!" Aliyana cried up looking at a small ledge that would serve to hold them for an amount of time sufficient to get out of this mess.
Fionn saw to where his ward was looking. He managed to put both feet on the ledge, the rough stone scraping his skin. He nodded thanks to Aliyana, that was all he could manage. He pressed himself flat, clinging desperately to a new hold, still thinking of a way to get out. The ever increasing storm wasn't helping at all, as the wind taunted Fionn, dragging him out of all thought. His limbs screamed for rest, feeling his arms going numb from the cold and holding them up for too long. His wounds weren't helping as well, his blood mixed with the rain streaked down his chest. Fionn concentrated on his thoughts, feeling pain slice through him, he let out his breath hin a hiss and his face became distorted with pain. He let them off onto the ledge where they all held on, Aliyana holding her brother so he wouldn't fall.
Aragorn managed to look up to still see the drake. It seemed to smile at them then it closed its dark eyes and lowered his head. He looked at Fionn who suddenly gasped and cried out in pain. Fionn was feeling those sharp obsidian claws enter his mind and suddenly clawing at his mind with fierce, repetitive slashes through long, wispy tendrils clouding his mind with smoke. He crushed himself to the wall, feeling the stone gouging at his flesh. He felt a warmth at his eyes, but it was not one that was of tears. Blood. All blood streaming from his eyes, every drop a bead of pain.
Aragorn couldn't see this happening anymore to his guardian, as another whiplash of pain struck him, crying out even louder than before, screaming for rest. Aragorn saw a loose stone in the mortar of the side of the bridge. It was sharp, nearly feeling like a very large spear head."Aliyana! Hold me back a little!" Aliyana looked at her brother terrified, then nodded trusting him. She held him out a little ways over the vast depth of space.
Aragorn took the stone and, with the keenness of the teachings of an Elf, struck the Drake in the eye. It shook itself and screamed, it's black blood spurting out of the wound. Fionn gave out a gasp and nearly fainted but still held on. He looked at Aragorn and gave him a weak smile, all mirth stopped as they felt the crumbling of the safety of their ledge and Fionn began to think very quickly. Aliyana then suddenly felt something enter her mind, seeming like the wafting of smoke from a dead fire, making her thoughts murky.
Then it came, a large pain ripped through her skull. She gasped and when she closed her eyes, all she could see were those long, sharp, obsidian claws tearing at her. She let out a deafening scream, feeling pain invade her body. It held its robust grip onto her mind, then painfully let go quickly, almost making her fall. The Drake cocked its head to the side, thoughtfully almost. Then it seemed to know something about Aliyana, knowing of her unnatural powers. It seemed to laugh in short, deep barks upon the three, suddenly getting closer to the ledge, letting its long neck drape over the ledge. They could feel the hotness of its breath reeking down onto them, the brightness of the orbs glowing in a sickly, ambient light. It was so close to them that they could hear the clicking of its teeth when it opened its maws. Aliyana and Aragorn had never experienced something so frightening in their lives. Their voices caught in their throats and their hearts beat faster.
Fionn then seemed to realize something. He turned to the to the other side quickly and stealthily. He looked out into the greying mists under the charred and black sky. He quickly let out a shill whistle that was two notes, up-down. Nothing happened. Fionn felt shock catch him in full paralysis. The Drake crept slowly forward, slowing opening its large maws of death showing the large marble pinnacles. Aliyana and Aragorn shut their eyes, only hoping for an end to this horrible dream. Fionn let out the whistle again. Again nothing happened. Fionn closed his eyes
'I am sorry Arathorn. I cold not keep my word to keep your children safe. May Eru have pity on us all,'
The Drake suddenly looked up in confusion as if something was watching it. It seemed to shrug it off and look back down at his prey. The teeth clacked again, hearing its vast maw open, covering them with a deadly shadow. Fionn was feeling the ledge give way "Aragorn! Aliyana!" He cried out, over the rain "come here quickly!". They grabbed for his strong frame, suddenly feeling the ledge give way under them, crumbling down to the great river. The three felt their last breaths come when a cry pierced the air.
A large red-brown blur dived for the Drake. It looked in the direction it was coming from and gave out a last scream before it was felled. Fionn looked up seeing the talons of the enormous eagle slash the Drake's throat. It gave out an angry scream, drunkenly swaying closer to the ledge until it fell over the rough brink, black blood spilling after it. Fionn smiled up at it for a brief moment. The Eagle looked concerned at his old friend as Fionn began to lose hold. 'I'm sorry, Arathorn,' And with that he let go feeling the air nothing else. The children screamed feeling their stomaches lurch uncomfortably. Air was all they could feel then they landed on something. It was the Eagle. Fionn let out a soft chuckle that could only be heard by the four (including the eagle). "Zryakir! Old Friend! May Eru smile on you all the rest of your days!"
Zryakir, the Eagle, had its great wings outstretched and seemed to laugh back "Yes Fionn, I have come when you have called. You did save me and now It was my turn to save you. I shall take you to Rivendell, for I do know that is where you wish to go," Zryakir flew over the battle with increasing haste. Fionn suddenly realized how much pain he was really in. When ever he breathed he could feel a heated, striking pain in his chest. His skull ached from the slashing of the claws and of the Orc smashing him up against the wall. His arms throbbed, feeling the blood rush back into them as one was severely wounded, his blood turning a dark crimson, nearly black.
Zryakir swooped over the fervor increasing in the battle. Orcs let out a strangulated cry as they aimed their longbows at the great red-brown eagle, firing constantly. Zryakir was too dexterous for them as he quickly dodged the arrows, a few grazed him but he continued onward great amber eyes stretching to the zenith of the sky.
There was an elongated screech, half a roar, full of malice and animosity. Fionn winced at the volume of the sound, the acuteness of it blaring in his ears. Aragorn half turned and his eyes widened at the sight. An ebony dragon with glistening vermillion eyes and leathery wings soared after Zryakir. Its swarthy scales were gleaming in the inconstant flares of the lighting, filled with a rage that was only known to the dragon-breeders when they were first born. An incessant hysteria had always filled their inky minds with a infatuation to kill all.
Zryakir seemed to know the sound and flew even faster, the rain cutting them, blurring their vision. The dragon gave immediate chase and soared above the foggy clouds. Again the loud clap of thunder came and fear jolted into their hearts as they did not know the whereabouts of the *Wyvern. The thunder's hammer seemed to come quicker which was unusual, Fionn looked up and then realized what it was. The beating of the dragon's wings were so loud that they were as thunder. It bore down upon them with a uproarious scream. The smell of it was smoke and burnt flesh of those that has opposed it in the past.
Aragorn could see not far off the blackness of a forest looming ahead and then knew what he wanted to do. Fionn saw this as well "Zryakir, do not do this! You will kill yourself! Flee!" Zryakir screamed back "Fionn! You saved my live nearly for yours and I intend to do the same!!" Zryakir seemed to find a resivoir of strength left in his body somewhere and sped off at a indelible speed. The forest quickly grew, and before they knew it Fionn had let them down at a clearing and quickly flew off before the dragon could come and claim them Fionn yelled up at the sky "Wind to thy wings, Zryakir!!" and he quickly gathered the children and they ran in the forest away from Minas Anor, hoping for rest and to know of what to do with the rest of their lives