Dragons Of Magic V 2.0
Chapter 6
When Legends Expire
Jose Philipe Mendola
Authors Note: This is it, kids. The final chapter to Dragons Of Magic. Sorry it took me so long, but the now banned Tenchi Survivor had me mired in work and took up all of my writing time. Oh well. Enjoy this while you can. I'll try and make it a good on.
The 5 dragons took to the sky, racing toward Weatherlight. The Dragon Lords, each representing the true powers to the colors of Magic, charged their attacks as they flew.
Since the last Lord had been resurrected, Crosis, all of the dragons had become more powerful than they though they would. In fact, all five of them were very close to immortal.
The sky ship had come into range. Daragaaz could sense the humans and nonhumans on board. He could also sense that they had been spotted, but taken as comrades.
Something was familiar about that ship. Like it was out of an old dream.
Rith was the first to come close enough to the ship to actually get her hands on it. The deck guns were manned, but none moved to fire. Human stupidity would mean the end for the entire ship.
Rith flew up next to the airfoil and ripped a chunk of it off. The beings on board knew something was amiss.
The remaining dragons launched their attacks. From blinding white light that burned out retinas to the passing of one word that boiled flesh from bone, the attacks won through.
As the dragons pulled away to turn for another attack, the deck guns spoke their fury. Bolts of red-hot plasma streaked by.
While making his turn, Dromar's back caught part of a plasma bombardment. The projectile rolled off his back, merely tanning the scales. On anything else, the heated plasma would have eaten right through.
The dragons braved the plasma, shrugging off any that made contact, and continued their assault. The ship deck soon has a small accumulation of dead bodies, and plant spores ere beginning to sprout up between the boards.
It seemed that a life force itself was protecting the ship. There was only one way to end that, and that was by ripping the heart out of the ship.
On a third pass, with much of the ship in much despair, Daragaaz landed on the deck. Since he had landed right in front of the piloting cabin, the crew piloting and navigating saw clearly who he was and where he was going. Those inside that small room began yelling into a tube. As Daragaaz steadied himself on the deck, the rest of the Dragon Lords passed overhead and launched more attacks.
The bridge room window was now shattered. Navigation charts and other such papers began blowing out of the opening. To the right of the window, just below it was an open doorway. That doorway led to the interior of the ship itself.
As soon as Daragaaz had made his way inside the doorway, his world turned upside down. Or at least the ship did. In a last ditch effort to loose the invading dragon, the captain pulled hard on the rudder, causing the ship to fly upside-down. Quite nauseating. Daragaaz righted himself so he was standing on the ceiling and pulled himself down the hallway.
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'It seems that Daragaaz is inside the ship.' Crosis said.
'Then we must be careful until he brings it to the ground.' Rith proclaimed.
'What if he does not succeed?' Treva asked as she launched another attack.
'He will succeed.' Rith said 'And if he doesn't, we'll all have ritualistic sex in his honor.'
'I can live with that.' Crosis said 'But let up hope he can accomplish this task anyway.'
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Daragaaz stalked through the interior of the ship. As confusing as it was to navigate in its condition, it was possible.
Daragaaz had come upon a door marked 'Infirmary.' The smell that radiated out form under the door reeked of Phyrexians. Phyrexian troops on the ship? That was odd. On it or not, Daragaaz was not here to fight a whole armada. He was here to destroy this dump.
Further down the hall, Daragaaz came upon a cooking area of the ship. In boxes and magically chilled cabinets, food was stored for later use. Upon inspection, Daragaaz found a few bottles with the label 'Gerrard's Booze' taped on them. The little labels came off easy enough, but there was more writing under them.
'Smirnoff Triple Black.' Daragaaz said trying to pronounce the word. Well, it SOUNDED like it was appetizing.
Daragaaz took one out of the chilled cabinet and looked at the top of the bottle. On the top, there was a small metal stopper. Daragaaz bit at it. Instead of bleeding, the small stopper came off and white foam started spewing out.
Thinking fast, Daragaaz put the open end of the bottle in his mouth to stop the eruption of foam.
'Urk.'
Daragaaz was almost SURE that foam was building up in his mouth and coming out of his ears. But it was sweet foam. Cool. Daragaaz exited the kitchen, bottle in hand and walked down the hall.
At another point in his trip through the ship, a door opened to Daragaaz's left. Out of the open doorway stumbled a small goblin, following him, one mighty stench.
'How Squee suppose to do business when ship all screwy? Gerrard gonna' be mad about da ceiling-'
The goblin had seen the intruding dragon and stopped where he was. Daragaaz, in an attempt to stomp the goblin into oblivion, dropped his bottle of alcohol. The goblin took off down the hall, Daragaaz right behind him. Squee ducked into a doorway and locked the door. Daragaaz finally reached the door he had gone into. It was marked 'Tail Gunner'.
Oh well. Daragaaz still had to find the engine room.
The sounds of battle reverberated off of the ships walls, pounding in Daragaaz's head. It was pretty damn loud down here, what with the sounds coming form behind that door marked 'Engine Room.'
Daragaaz looked at the door. 'Engine Room.' That was the one. It also supported a ton of steam leaking out of the bottom of it. Daragaaz reared back and brought his fist and splintered the door. A torrent of steam poured out.
As Daragaaz made his way past the glowing conduits, valves and pipes, he could feel the life force of two different one seemed to be coming from all around him. Like the ship itself was alive. The other was a different creature in the room. But where?
Making his way through the steam, Daragaaz finally found the drive core itself. A few dents here, and a few cracks there, this thing would fall like a rock.
'OK.' Daragaaz said to himself as he neared the core 'Let's see how many times I can skip this thing.'
A huge, heavy arm put Daragaaz in a headlock. The movement was so fluid that Daragaaz could not free himself before another fist crashed into his chest, doubling hi over.
'Look into your soul.' A deep, metallic voice said 'Search your feelings. See the faults you are accountable for. Observe again from your old eyes the death and pain you have caused.'
'What the hell are you talking about?' Daragaaz asked the voice.
'You have killed many for the hopes of more power.' The voice continued 'Feel the pain you have caused for your own kind.'
'I'm still not following.'
The arms released him. Daragaaz stood up and waited. HE heard the sound of a liquid sloshing around inside a bottle.
'Let's try this again.' The voice said.
Again, before he knew what was going on, Daragaaz had a chloroform soaked rag up against his face.
'SEE the pain you have caused many.' The voice said again. 'Feel the pain you have caused your own people.'
As Daragaaz's head began to swim, from the chloroform of the fact the plot needed it, he did not know, he began to see and hear things. He saw the battle of Shiv where countless Phyrexian troops were slaughtered. He saw himself killing a black dragon so he could resurrect Rith, the death of more to uncover Treva. He saw Clinton at a podium saying 'I did not have sex, with that, Ms. Lewinskey.' Still more dead for Dromar, Daragaaz saw himself sacrificing a dragon for Crosis. HE also saw into the dead dragons lives before they were mere sacrificial trash. Families, hopes and dreams. Everything.
'You are the REASON for their suffering.' The silver golem said.
'No.' Daragaaz said, not wanting to believe it.
'Obi wan never told you.' Karn continued 'I am your father.'
'NO!' Daragaaz shrieked 'that's IMPOSSIBLE!'
'Search your feelings; you KNOW it to be true. You KILLED them.'
Daragaaz then realized what he had done. He no longer wanted to kill and maim. HE got up and headed for the door.
'Remember who you are!' Karn yelled as Daragaaz left.
Finding his way back into the hall, Daragaaz knew what he had to do. Outside, the battle continued.
Daragaaz rounded a corner and again saw the goblin coming out of the bathroom.
'Ooh.' the goblin groaned 'No more chili for Squee.'
The goblin shouted at the sight of Daragaaz and ran into a corner. Trapped, he covered his face with his hands and awaited to be turned into either a crunchy, foul tasting snack, or a pancake.
Daragaaz pounded past.
Squee peeked from behind his hands and stood up seeing that there was no danger.
'Big dragon loose his cahones?' the goblin said to no one.
Daragaaz climbed out of the now righted ship. Again, getting caught upside- down, he had to struggle to free himself from the cramped hallway. Once he regained his feet, he exited the ship and went back onto the bridge.
The ship was falling apart. The deck was covered under growth, bodies lay strewn about the floor and one of the guns had melted away.
Not too far off in the distance, Daragaaz saw his ticket out of this hell.
Pushing off of the deck, Daragaaz headed for the active volcano that was spewing its fury.
Even from the distance he had just flown, Daragaaz could hear the sounds of battle. Once he was done here, the tides of death could change.
Daragaaz was now a few hundred feet over the liquid rock. Damn it was hot up here, but it was going to be a hell of a lot hotter where he was going. Daragaaz looked down and closed his eyes.
'Fare you well Dominaria.' He said 'I'll see you on the other side.'
With that said, Daragaaz took a dive into the heart of the volcano. The last thing Daragaaz caught wind of before he burned away was the smell of cooking meat.
'I DO love a barbeque.' Daragaaz said, silenced forever.
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The battle was going well for the dragons, up until most of their spells fell short of working.
'What the hell?' Rith demanded.
'I don't feel so good.' Treva said, seconds before being melted by a volley of plasma. She was vaporized instantly.
Rith stared wide-eyed as Crosis took a blast of the red-hot material head on, losing to the plasma. What was left of his body fell to the ground and impacted.
'What the fuck is happening here?' Rith yelled 'Where is Daragaaz?'
'Oh him.' Dromar said 'He threw himself into a volcano in a fit of pity. I meant to tell you that earlier.'
'Oh shit.'
'We should probably leave before-' Where Dromar's chest used to be was now a smoldering hole. Dromar looked at it and back up to Rith. 'Well this far from good.' It was the last thing Dromar said before he crashed to the ground.
'Gods, no!' Rith pleaded as she dodged blasts of plasma. 'Why did this have to happen to me? Why?'
Plasma ripped past Rith; close enough to singe her nose.
'Please Gods, no.' She begged, almost crying. 'Don't let me die like this. I want to get married, have a husband, screw someone else's.'
Rith turned to look at the ship, but saw only red-hot plasma 10 feet away, streaking right for her face.
Rith opened her mouth to scream, but only plasma entered.
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Rith thrashed around and sat straight up in bed. Her pillow was damp with sweat and her blankets thrown all over the bed. She looked at the clock that made it's home on the bedside nightstand. 8:30 AM.
Stepping out of bed, Rith made her way toward the bathroom, where the shower was running. She opened the bathroom door cautiously and was greeted by warm steam. In the distorted shower glass door, the outline of a dragon moved around.
Rith watched the figure turn off the shower and pull a towel in from over the top of the door. Wrapped in a towel from the waist down, Daragaaz stepped out.
'Gaa!' he yelled as Rith ran over to embrace him.' What's wrong?'
'I just had the weirdest dream where I convinced you to aid me in waking the Dragon Lords of Magic. Oh, it was so horrible. You died and so did everyone else.'
'It's ok now.' Daragaaz said, returning the hug. 'It was just a bad dream.'
Rith shook her head in affirmation. Daragaaz pushed her back from himself a little and looked her in the face.
'Hey, what the HECK is 'Magic'?' Daragaaz asked her.
They only stared at each other.
The End.
Final Words: Well, Dragons has come to an end. Hope the ending was totally unexpected and pointless. I love throwing you people off trail at the end. Leave a review. See you Next time. Jose- Airman 3rd Class
Chapter 6
When Legends Expire
Jose Philipe Mendola
Authors Note: This is it, kids. The final chapter to Dragons Of Magic. Sorry it took me so long, but the now banned Tenchi Survivor had me mired in work and took up all of my writing time. Oh well. Enjoy this while you can. I'll try and make it a good on.
The 5 dragons took to the sky, racing toward Weatherlight. The Dragon Lords, each representing the true powers to the colors of Magic, charged their attacks as they flew.
Since the last Lord had been resurrected, Crosis, all of the dragons had become more powerful than they though they would. In fact, all five of them were very close to immortal.
The sky ship had come into range. Daragaaz could sense the humans and nonhumans on board. He could also sense that they had been spotted, but taken as comrades.
Something was familiar about that ship. Like it was out of an old dream.
Rith was the first to come close enough to the ship to actually get her hands on it. The deck guns were manned, but none moved to fire. Human stupidity would mean the end for the entire ship.
Rith flew up next to the airfoil and ripped a chunk of it off. The beings on board knew something was amiss.
The remaining dragons launched their attacks. From blinding white light that burned out retinas to the passing of one word that boiled flesh from bone, the attacks won through.
As the dragons pulled away to turn for another attack, the deck guns spoke their fury. Bolts of red-hot plasma streaked by.
While making his turn, Dromar's back caught part of a plasma bombardment. The projectile rolled off his back, merely tanning the scales. On anything else, the heated plasma would have eaten right through.
The dragons braved the plasma, shrugging off any that made contact, and continued their assault. The ship deck soon has a small accumulation of dead bodies, and plant spores ere beginning to sprout up between the boards.
It seemed that a life force itself was protecting the ship. There was only one way to end that, and that was by ripping the heart out of the ship.
On a third pass, with much of the ship in much despair, Daragaaz landed on the deck. Since he had landed right in front of the piloting cabin, the crew piloting and navigating saw clearly who he was and where he was going. Those inside that small room began yelling into a tube. As Daragaaz steadied himself on the deck, the rest of the Dragon Lords passed overhead and launched more attacks.
The bridge room window was now shattered. Navigation charts and other such papers began blowing out of the opening. To the right of the window, just below it was an open doorway. That doorway led to the interior of the ship itself.
As soon as Daragaaz had made his way inside the doorway, his world turned upside down. Or at least the ship did. In a last ditch effort to loose the invading dragon, the captain pulled hard on the rudder, causing the ship to fly upside-down. Quite nauseating. Daragaaz righted himself so he was standing on the ceiling and pulled himself down the hallway.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
'It seems that Daragaaz is inside the ship.' Crosis said.
'Then we must be careful until he brings it to the ground.' Rith proclaimed.
'What if he does not succeed?' Treva asked as she launched another attack.
'He will succeed.' Rith said 'And if he doesn't, we'll all have ritualistic sex in his honor.'
'I can live with that.' Crosis said 'But let up hope he can accomplish this task anyway.'
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Daragaaz stalked through the interior of the ship. As confusing as it was to navigate in its condition, it was possible.
Daragaaz had come upon a door marked 'Infirmary.' The smell that radiated out form under the door reeked of Phyrexians. Phyrexian troops on the ship? That was odd. On it or not, Daragaaz was not here to fight a whole armada. He was here to destroy this dump.
Further down the hall, Daragaaz came upon a cooking area of the ship. In boxes and magically chilled cabinets, food was stored for later use. Upon inspection, Daragaaz found a few bottles with the label 'Gerrard's Booze' taped on them. The little labels came off easy enough, but there was more writing under them.
'Smirnoff Triple Black.' Daragaaz said trying to pronounce the word. Well, it SOUNDED like it was appetizing.
Daragaaz took one out of the chilled cabinet and looked at the top of the bottle. On the top, there was a small metal stopper. Daragaaz bit at it. Instead of bleeding, the small stopper came off and white foam started spewing out.
Thinking fast, Daragaaz put the open end of the bottle in his mouth to stop the eruption of foam.
'Urk.'
Daragaaz was almost SURE that foam was building up in his mouth and coming out of his ears. But it was sweet foam. Cool. Daragaaz exited the kitchen, bottle in hand and walked down the hall.
At another point in his trip through the ship, a door opened to Daragaaz's left. Out of the open doorway stumbled a small goblin, following him, one mighty stench.
'How Squee suppose to do business when ship all screwy? Gerrard gonna' be mad about da ceiling-'
The goblin had seen the intruding dragon and stopped where he was. Daragaaz, in an attempt to stomp the goblin into oblivion, dropped his bottle of alcohol. The goblin took off down the hall, Daragaaz right behind him. Squee ducked into a doorway and locked the door. Daragaaz finally reached the door he had gone into. It was marked 'Tail Gunner'.
Oh well. Daragaaz still had to find the engine room.
The sounds of battle reverberated off of the ships walls, pounding in Daragaaz's head. It was pretty damn loud down here, what with the sounds coming form behind that door marked 'Engine Room.'
Daragaaz looked at the door. 'Engine Room.' That was the one. It also supported a ton of steam leaking out of the bottom of it. Daragaaz reared back and brought his fist and splintered the door. A torrent of steam poured out.
As Daragaaz made his way past the glowing conduits, valves and pipes, he could feel the life force of two different one seemed to be coming from all around him. Like the ship itself was alive. The other was a different creature in the room. But where?
Making his way through the steam, Daragaaz finally found the drive core itself. A few dents here, and a few cracks there, this thing would fall like a rock.
'OK.' Daragaaz said to himself as he neared the core 'Let's see how many times I can skip this thing.'
A huge, heavy arm put Daragaaz in a headlock. The movement was so fluid that Daragaaz could not free himself before another fist crashed into his chest, doubling hi over.
'Look into your soul.' A deep, metallic voice said 'Search your feelings. See the faults you are accountable for. Observe again from your old eyes the death and pain you have caused.'
'What the hell are you talking about?' Daragaaz asked the voice.
'You have killed many for the hopes of more power.' The voice continued 'Feel the pain you have caused for your own kind.'
'I'm still not following.'
The arms released him. Daragaaz stood up and waited. HE heard the sound of a liquid sloshing around inside a bottle.
'Let's try this again.' The voice said.
Again, before he knew what was going on, Daragaaz had a chloroform soaked rag up against his face.
'SEE the pain you have caused many.' The voice said again. 'Feel the pain you have caused your own people.'
As Daragaaz's head began to swim, from the chloroform of the fact the plot needed it, he did not know, he began to see and hear things. He saw the battle of Shiv where countless Phyrexian troops were slaughtered. He saw himself killing a black dragon so he could resurrect Rith, the death of more to uncover Treva. He saw Clinton at a podium saying 'I did not have sex, with that, Ms. Lewinskey.' Still more dead for Dromar, Daragaaz saw himself sacrificing a dragon for Crosis. HE also saw into the dead dragons lives before they were mere sacrificial trash. Families, hopes and dreams. Everything.
'You are the REASON for their suffering.' The silver golem said.
'No.' Daragaaz said, not wanting to believe it.
'Obi wan never told you.' Karn continued 'I am your father.'
'NO!' Daragaaz shrieked 'that's IMPOSSIBLE!'
'Search your feelings; you KNOW it to be true. You KILLED them.'
Daragaaz then realized what he had done. He no longer wanted to kill and maim. HE got up and headed for the door.
'Remember who you are!' Karn yelled as Daragaaz left.
Finding his way back into the hall, Daragaaz knew what he had to do. Outside, the battle continued.
Daragaaz rounded a corner and again saw the goblin coming out of the bathroom.
'Ooh.' the goblin groaned 'No more chili for Squee.'
The goblin shouted at the sight of Daragaaz and ran into a corner. Trapped, he covered his face with his hands and awaited to be turned into either a crunchy, foul tasting snack, or a pancake.
Daragaaz pounded past.
Squee peeked from behind his hands and stood up seeing that there was no danger.
'Big dragon loose his cahones?' the goblin said to no one.
Daragaaz climbed out of the now righted ship. Again, getting caught upside- down, he had to struggle to free himself from the cramped hallway. Once he regained his feet, he exited the ship and went back onto the bridge.
The ship was falling apart. The deck was covered under growth, bodies lay strewn about the floor and one of the guns had melted away.
Not too far off in the distance, Daragaaz saw his ticket out of this hell.
Pushing off of the deck, Daragaaz headed for the active volcano that was spewing its fury.
Even from the distance he had just flown, Daragaaz could hear the sounds of battle. Once he was done here, the tides of death could change.
Daragaaz was now a few hundred feet over the liquid rock. Damn it was hot up here, but it was going to be a hell of a lot hotter where he was going. Daragaaz looked down and closed his eyes.
'Fare you well Dominaria.' He said 'I'll see you on the other side.'
With that said, Daragaaz took a dive into the heart of the volcano. The last thing Daragaaz caught wind of before he burned away was the smell of cooking meat.
'I DO love a barbeque.' Daragaaz said, silenced forever.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
The battle was going well for the dragons, up until most of their spells fell short of working.
'What the hell?' Rith demanded.
'I don't feel so good.' Treva said, seconds before being melted by a volley of plasma. She was vaporized instantly.
Rith stared wide-eyed as Crosis took a blast of the red-hot material head on, losing to the plasma. What was left of his body fell to the ground and impacted.
'What the fuck is happening here?' Rith yelled 'Where is Daragaaz?'
'Oh him.' Dromar said 'He threw himself into a volcano in a fit of pity. I meant to tell you that earlier.'
'Oh shit.'
'We should probably leave before-' Where Dromar's chest used to be was now a smoldering hole. Dromar looked at it and back up to Rith. 'Well this far from good.' It was the last thing Dromar said before he crashed to the ground.
'Gods, no!' Rith pleaded as she dodged blasts of plasma. 'Why did this have to happen to me? Why?'
Plasma ripped past Rith; close enough to singe her nose.
'Please Gods, no.' She begged, almost crying. 'Don't let me die like this. I want to get married, have a husband, screw someone else's.'
Rith turned to look at the ship, but saw only red-hot plasma 10 feet away, streaking right for her face.
Rith opened her mouth to scream, but only plasma entered.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Rith thrashed around and sat straight up in bed. Her pillow was damp with sweat and her blankets thrown all over the bed. She looked at the clock that made it's home on the bedside nightstand. 8:30 AM.
Stepping out of bed, Rith made her way toward the bathroom, where the shower was running. She opened the bathroom door cautiously and was greeted by warm steam. In the distorted shower glass door, the outline of a dragon moved around.
Rith watched the figure turn off the shower and pull a towel in from over the top of the door. Wrapped in a towel from the waist down, Daragaaz stepped out.
'Gaa!' he yelled as Rith ran over to embrace him.' What's wrong?'
'I just had the weirdest dream where I convinced you to aid me in waking the Dragon Lords of Magic. Oh, it was so horrible. You died and so did everyone else.'
'It's ok now.' Daragaaz said, returning the hug. 'It was just a bad dream.'
Rith shook her head in affirmation. Daragaaz pushed her back from himself a little and looked her in the face.
'Hey, what the HECK is 'Magic'?' Daragaaz asked her.
They only stared at each other.
The End.
Final Words: Well, Dragons has come to an end. Hope the ending was totally unexpected and pointless. I love throwing you people off trail at the end. Leave a review. See you Next time. Jose- Airman 3rd Class