Sept 2002
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters, I'm just borrowing them. The
story, however, is mine.
A New Beginning
Chapter 3
Gilthanas sat, crossed legged, as he closed his eyes and breathed
deeply. For the past three years he'd been studying with the Dragon
about the gray. His hair was long, falling well past his shoulder
blades, his frame muscular and well worked now that he could do physical
activity. He felt fit, ready to do as the dragon bid him and cleared
his mind, reaching for the mystical powers of his heart to make his
magic.
Khellendros watched the elf prepare and looked at the elven form
that was just off to the side of him. One of the slaves had been killed
yesterday and the body had been given to him. He found himself hoping
that Kitiara would not mind the body, nor the longer life span, of an
elf. The elven body was beautiful, even in death. She had black hair
and green eyes, and no physical attributes that a human would ever find
displeasing. He had convinced the elf that using the body would be for
the best and though the elven prince was against it, if he succeeded it
would mean the chance for him to return to his task of finding his
beloved. The redeeming fact was that this elf had collapsed from a
broken heart and finally died of it because her beloved had been slain
before her eyes. Gilthanas truly believed the elf had gone to join her
lover and saw it as a sign that he should use the body that was no
longer inhabited. The body was no dragon, but Khellendros couldn't wait
to pick one, or to make one, when the time was now.
The elf felt his face heat from sitting so close to the fire, but
he did not perspire. The scar on his face itched but he couldn't rub
it. His mind was propelled out of his body, his heart searching for the
woman, the companion to the dragon. 'Kitiara.' his spirit called as he
moved into the weave of the grey. He got no response. He'd been told
by the dragon of the approximate area where her soul would be, and
carefully navigated through the grey towards it, looking for the points
of reference that the dragon had mentioned. He -felt- something close
but wouldn't identify it. 'Kitiara Uth Matar.' his soul called again,
feeling he was nearing the plain where she was rumoured to be.
The gray swirled around him, enclosing his soul in a lover's
embrace and sliding over his as a caress. He fought the natural urge to
succumb to it and continued to look. The gray began to tax his strength
and he knew that if he didn't find Kit soon he was in danger of becoming
lost in there as well. A feeling of a presence made his stretch a
little further. He gasped as he was suddenly hit with the willpower of
this formidable woman. "Kitiara." he cried in amazement.
The spirit he was confronting looked at him quizzically. He felt
the look clear through his essence.
"I'm here on behalf of Skie. He wants me to return you to his
side."
The Spirit reached out a ghostly tendril and then wrapped around
his essence like a lover's embrace. He shuddered as he felt her desire
to be flesh and blood again. Quickly he worked his way backwards to his
body, carrying Kit's essence with him. Before he passed out of the gray
he looked back into the mortal world, caught somewhere between the gray
and Krynn and then looked at the elven body that Kit was going to be
inhabiting and focused on pouring a lot of his energy to it. Kit's soul
reluctantly detached from his and slid into the waiting flesh. When he
was finally free of her, he returned, wearily, to his own body. His
physical form slumped in exhaustion as his soul returned to it. He
opened his eyes, determined not to close them until he saw if it had
worked.
Khellendros watched expectantly, his reptilian eyes never leaving
the body of the elven female as it drew breath again. Green eyes
fluttered open as lungs inhaled deeply, as if for the first time in a
long time. The Dragon watched the elf raise herself from the ground
jerkily, as if out of practice. Even those movements told the dragon
who was now inhabiting the elven body. "Kitiara, Highlord! You have
returned!" he bugled to the sky, his triumphant cry ringing across the
range.
The Elf winced and looked around her, raising her hands to her eyes
and noticing the slender shape, the darkened skin colour. The hands
slowly went to her ears and traced the contours as she looked up in
disbelief at the Dragon. "Skie?" she questioned, her voice rough and
sultry, that of Kitiara, "You've gotten a lot bigger my friend." Her
lips twisted in a half smile.
Skie lowered his head and his reptilian eyes shone with gratitude
and emotion as he watched Kit push herself to her feet, getting the feel
for her new body. "Tell me, why am I an elf?" she asked
conversationally as she walked a few cautious steps. The body was very
much like her old one, save for the grace that she now walked with and
the attributes that now excelled what she used to have. "I wish to see
myself," she told the Dragon, smiling at him as she placed a hand on the
hinge of his jaw.
Skie lifted one taloned hand and grabbed a huge mirror from his
treasure trove without moving from her touch. He placed it before her.
He felt the surprise ripple through her, "As an elf you will be by my
side much longer, Highlord," he told her, the words rumbling through his
chest, "I would have found you a dragon form but this elf was killed
conveniently when that elf," he pointed one claw at Gilthanas, "Was
finally ready to aid me in guiding your spirit back.
Kit looked at her new form in the mirror, her eyes critical. Her
face was beautiful, no longer marred by age as she had been. Her hair
was a riot of corkscrew curls that fell about her shoulders and down to
her waist. She noticed that they were the colour of raven wings as her
own had been before she'd been exiled into the grey. Her eyes were
slanted further than they had been, but were the same shade of green.
Her body was proportioned almost perfectly with a figure that would send
most men she had known into blithering idiots. She was dressed in loose
fitting clothes and no armor or sword but that could be easily
rectified. She smiled her crooked half smile and looked at the dragon,
"I am home, Skie. Tell me, do you have armor and a sword waiting for
me?"
Skie chuckled, "You make have anything in this treasure trove,
highlord. They are here solely for you too choose from."
She wrapped her arms around Skie's monstrous snout as far as they
could go and hugged it tightly, "Thank you my friend." She let him go
and walked towards a pile of armor and weapons that had been placed off
to one side.
Khellendros looked at the elf who was unconscious by the fire and
smiled a reptilian smile. Gilthanas had kept his part of the bargain
remarkably well, now he could do nothing less. He scooped up the male
elf and deposited him in his sleeping alcove and then turned back to
Kit.
Kitiara was getting the feel of her much younger body as she dug
through the weapons, dropping larger pieces here and there as she sorted
through them. She tossed the long swords and daggers into a pile behind
her for going through later. Her eyes lit up as she spied a flash of
blue near the bottom of the pile. "You kept it!" she exclaimed, tossing
the armor aside without thought as she dug for the bottom.
Skie's form shimmered as he polymorphed into his human shape and
walked up to help her dig through the armor. "Of course I kept it,
Kitiara. I have your weapons as well."
Kit looked at him, her eyes sparkling and then the paused, looking
him over from head to toe. "You've learned a few tricks, I see. It's
been a long time since I've seen a man as good looking as yourself," she
purred, her eyes sparkling with challenge. She extended one hand and
trailed a finger up his arm.
Skie pulled her armor out from the bottom of the pile and tossed it
on top of the weapons. He paused while she looked at him. He knew he
was striking. It was impossible for any dragon, as majestic as they are
normally, to take on a shape not pleasing to the eye. He followed her
hand as its smooth fingertips slid over the firm muscles of his arm.
Kits eyes started with his devastatingly handsome face, the firm
jaw, the slightly pointed ears, down to a well muscled torso and chest,
strong arms and over a trim waist to powerfully muscled legs. Her eyes
darkened as she looked at him. He was wearing nothing but a shirt and
loose trousers, ones that he'd obviously willed into existence. He also
had light blue hair that bordered on white that was cropped short. She
removed her hand and held it out to him, "Let me thank you, Skie," She
purred, her voice low and sultry, "For never have I know anything or
anyone who would have searched for me the way you did. Let me prove my
gratitude for you the way I could not before."
Skie looked at her and then smiled a dashing smile as he took her
hand and pulled her too him, "One condition, Highlord," he told her, his
voice low, "If you take me to your bed, you take no other."
Her eyes flashed for a moment with annoyance before they darkened
once again, "Only if you prove I should have no reason to take
another..." she told him, her voice challenging.
So he did.
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters, I'm just borrowing them. The
story, however, is mine.
A New Beginning
Chapter 3
Gilthanas sat, crossed legged, as he closed his eyes and breathed
deeply. For the past three years he'd been studying with the Dragon
about the gray. His hair was long, falling well past his shoulder
blades, his frame muscular and well worked now that he could do physical
activity. He felt fit, ready to do as the dragon bid him and cleared
his mind, reaching for the mystical powers of his heart to make his
magic.
Khellendros watched the elf prepare and looked at the elven form
that was just off to the side of him. One of the slaves had been killed
yesterday and the body had been given to him. He found himself hoping
that Kitiara would not mind the body, nor the longer life span, of an
elf. The elven body was beautiful, even in death. She had black hair
and green eyes, and no physical attributes that a human would ever find
displeasing. He had convinced the elf that using the body would be for
the best and though the elven prince was against it, if he succeeded it
would mean the chance for him to return to his task of finding his
beloved. The redeeming fact was that this elf had collapsed from a
broken heart and finally died of it because her beloved had been slain
before her eyes. Gilthanas truly believed the elf had gone to join her
lover and saw it as a sign that he should use the body that was no
longer inhabited. The body was no dragon, but Khellendros couldn't wait
to pick one, or to make one, when the time was now.
The elf felt his face heat from sitting so close to the fire, but
he did not perspire. The scar on his face itched but he couldn't rub
it. His mind was propelled out of his body, his heart searching for the
woman, the companion to the dragon. 'Kitiara.' his spirit called as he
moved into the weave of the grey. He got no response. He'd been told
by the dragon of the approximate area where her soul would be, and
carefully navigated through the grey towards it, looking for the points
of reference that the dragon had mentioned. He -felt- something close
but wouldn't identify it. 'Kitiara Uth Matar.' his soul called again,
feeling he was nearing the plain where she was rumoured to be.
The gray swirled around him, enclosing his soul in a lover's
embrace and sliding over his as a caress. He fought the natural urge to
succumb to it and continued to look. The gray began to tax his strength
and he knew that if he didn't find Kit soon he was in danger of becoming
lost in there as well. A feeling of a presence made his stretch a
little further. He gasped as he was suddenly hit with the willpower of
this formidable woman. "Kitiara." he cried in amazement.
The spirit he was confronting looked at him quizzically. He felt
the look clear through his essence.
"I'm here on behalf of Skie. He wants me to return you to his
side."
The Spirit reached out a ghostly tendril and then wrapped around
his essence like a lover's embrace. He shuddered as he felt her desire
to be flesh and blood again. Quickly he worked his way backwards to his
body, carrying Kit's essence with him. Before he passed out of the gray
he looked back into the mortal world, caught somewhere between the gray
and Krynn and then looked at the elven body that Kit was going to be
inhabiting and focused on pouring a lot of his energy to it. Kit's soul
reluctantly detached from his and slid into the waiting flesh. When he
was finally free of her, he returned, wearily, to his own body. His
physical form slumped in exhaustion as his soul returned to it. He
opened his eyes, determined not to close them until he saw if it had
worked.
Khellendros watched expectantly, his reptilian eyes never leaving
the body of the elven female as it drew breath again. Green eyes
fluttered open as lungs inhaled deeply, as if for the first time in a
long time. The Dragon watched the elf raise herself from the ground
jerkily, as if out of practice. Even those movements told the dragon
who was now inhabiting the elven body. "Kitiara, Highlord! You have
returned!" he bugled to the sky, his triumphant cry ringing across the
range.
The Elf winced and looked around her, raising her hands to her eyes
and noticing the slender shape, the darkened skin colour. The hands
slowly went to her ears and traced the contours as she looked up in
disbelief at the Dragon. "Skie?" she questioned, her voice rough and
sultry, that of Kitiara, "You've gotten a lot bigger my friend." Her
lips twisted in a half smile.
Skie lowered his head and his reptilian eyes shone with gratitude
and emotion as he watched Kit push herself to her feet, getting the feel
for her new body. "Tell me, why am I an elf?" she asked
conversationally as she walked a few cautious steps. The body was very
much like her old one, save for the grace that she now walked with and
the attributes that now excelled what she used to have. "I wish to see
myself," she told the Dragon, smiling at him as she placed a hand on the
hinge of his jaw.
Skie lifted one taloned hand and grabbed a huge mirror from his
treasure trove without moving from her touch. He placed it before her.
He felt the surprise ripple through her, "As an elf you will be by my
side much longer, Highlord," he told her, the words rumbling through his
chest, "I would have found you a dragon form but this elf was killed
conveniently when that elf," he pointed one claw at Gilthanas, "Was
finally ready to aid me in guiding your spirit back.
Kit looked at her new form in the mirror, her eyes critical. Her
face was beautiful, no longer marred by age as she had been. Her hair
was a riot of corkscrew curls that fell about her shoulders and down to
her waist. She noticed that they were the colour of raven wings as her
own had been before she'd been exiled into the grey. Her eyes were
slanted further than they had been, but were the same shade of green.
Her body was proportioned almost perfectly with a figure that would send
most men she had known into blithering idiots. She was dressed in loose
fitting clothes and no armor or sword but that could be easily
rectified. She smiled her crooked half smile and looked at the dragon,
"I am home, Skie. Tell me, do you have armor and a sword waiting for
me?"
Skie chuckled, "You make have anything in this treasure trove,
highlord. They are here solely for you too choose from."
She wrapped her arms around Skie's monstrous snout as far as they
could go and hugged it tightly, "Thank you my friend." She let him go
and walked towards a pile of armor and weapons that had been placed off
to one side.
Khellendros looked at the elf who was unconscious by the fire and
smiled a reptilian smile. Gilthanas had kept his part of the bargain
remarkably well, now he could do nothing less. He scooped up the male
elf and deposited him in his sleeping alcove and then turned back to
Kit.
Kitiara was getting the feel of her much younger body as she dug
through the weapons, dropping larger pieces here and there as she sorted
through them. She tossed the long swords and daggers into a pile behind
her for going through later. Her eyes lit up as she spied a flash of
blue near the bottom of the pile. "You kept it!" she exclaimed, tossing
the armor aside without thought as she dug for the bottom.
Skie's form shimmered as he polymorphed into his human shape and
walked up to help her dig through the armor. "Of course I kept it,
Kitiara. I have your weapons as well."
Kit looked at him, her eyes sparkling and then the paused, looking
him over from head to toe. "You've learned a few tricks, I see. It's
been a long time since I've seen a man as good looking as yourself," she
purred, her eyes sparkling with challenge. She extended one hand and
trailed a finger up his arm.
Skie pulled her armor out from the bottom of the pile and tossed it
on top of the weapons. He paused while she looked at him. He knew he
was striking. It was impossible for any dragon, as majestic as they are
normally, to take on a shape not pleasing to the eye. He followed her
hand as its smooth fingertips slid over the firm muscles of his arm.
Kits eyes started with his devastatingly handsome face, the firm
jaw, the slightly pointed ears, down to a well muscled torso and chest,
strong arms and over a trim waist to powerfully muscled legs. Her eyes
darkened as she looked at him. He was wearing nothing but a shirt and
loose trousers, ones that he'd obviously willed into existence. He also
had light blue hair that bordered on white that was cropped short. She
removed her hand and held it out to him, "Let me thank you, Skie," She
purred, her voice low and sultry, "For never have I know anything or
anyone who would have searched for me the way you did. Let me prove my
gratitude for you the way I could not before."
Skie looked at her and then smiled a dashing smile as he took her
hand and pulled her too him, "One condition, Highlord," he told her, his
voice low, "If you take me to your bed, you take no other."
Her eyes flashed for a moment with annoyance before they darkened
once again, "Only if you prove I should have no reason to take
another..." she told him, her voice challenging.
So he did.