Hi! Here we are with only chapter 10 and you have already reviewed 74 times! You guys (and gals) are the best! Oh, um, sorry about the cliffhangers, but....I'M ADDICTED TO THEM NOW! -cheerfully- In fact, there's a cliffhanger this chapter too! -dodges random rotten fruit- Hehe...sorry...I can't help myself! ; )
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"Because that's just how ego-centered she is
Oh, shut up Spitfire! Go watch Spongebob or something.
"Yay! Oh!.....Who lives in a pineapple under the sea? Spongebob Squarepants! Absorbent and yellow and porous is he! Spongebob Squarepants! If nautical nonsense be something you wish, Spongebob Squarepants! Then drop on the deck and flop like a fish! Spongebob Squarepants! Ready? Spongebob Squarepants! Spongebob Squarepants! Spongebob Squarepants! Sponge-bob! Square-pants!.....
OO Erm, okay. I have a crazy dragon who is obsessed with Spongebob. That's nice to know. Anyway, thanx for the reviews! : )
-Jelly Bob15 -Thank ya! And (this actually goes to everyone) Seto's...um.... Ôcondition', for lack of better way to put it, will be explained this chapter. : )
Note: I'm going to try to use apostrophes this chapter. If it works, I'll probably reload the other chapters and include the apostrophes. Take it away, Crescentstar!
Disclaimer: Dragon Queen16 is a sad, pathetic person who owns nothing except for this story's miserable plot......and some moldy bread that's been in the refrigerator for years.....
I said ÔCrescentstar', not ÔSpitfire'! ARE YOU THAT FREAKING STUPID!?!??
"Why, yes, yes I am!
--......Okay, Ônuf of that. Here's Chapter 10--Account of the Exiled Forgotten
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The two dragons stared at each other for a long time without much reaction. Finally, Ethereshade broke into a grin (which, coming from a dragon, was absolutely frightening) and spoke, "So, still alive, Seto? I heard that you've been dead for three years!
Seto grinned as well and replied, "That's nothing! Everyone thought that you were dead for the last five years!
Both friends laughed (which was also very unpleasant) along with Serenity. Serenity didn't have as close a bond with Ethereshade as Seto did, but she had become pretty close friends with him through Seto. He was almost like a brother to her. She had always liked Ethereshade and was sad when he had been presumed dead.
As the laughter died down, Seto looked around and, seeming to remember something, swore.
"What's wrong?
"Warnnin was carrying ÔAccount of the Exiled Forgotten' when I killed him.
"Do you think it got burnt?
Seto gave a short bark of laughter. "Ha! That book? No, its still whole, I just hope that nothing finds it before I get there." Seto turned to the opening of the cave and began to crawl out.
Ethereshade called out as Seto left, "Good luck.
Seto paused and snorted derisively. "Luck?" He shook his head at his seemingly gullible friend. "There is no such thing as luck. You get what you want by working for it, not by sitting around and hoping something good happens. Luck is for weak fools who find pleasure in believing every word of nonsense spoke to them." More quietly, he continued, "Ive witnessed that enough to know the truth in it." Without another word, Seto stepped out into the vast gray world known as the Restless Realms.
Dim gray light once again flooded the cave, though it paled in comparison to the light that shone naturally off Seto. In the muted light, Serenity could see Ethereshade's troubled expression. He turned to her not long after and said, "Whatever happened to him?
Serenity looked at Ethereshade and sighed. "Ethereshade, a lot happened while you where gone. After your Ôdeath', Seto became rampant and careless with grief. Which, in most cases, surprisingly contributed to his victories. But, one time, the opposing army got the best of him and captured him. I don't know what exactly happened there because Seto wont talk about it; but I do know that after we rescued him and the others, he was never the same.
"How so?
"Well, for starters, he became more focused and began to plan again instead of rushing out to meet the battle recklessly..... Also, he seemed so intent on killing Hisskha, like he wouldn't care if he had to give up everything in order to kill him. It was starting to scare me, but he finally stopped and started acting normal again. Sometimes I wonder, though, if it never really went away." Serenity paused, her eyes displaying her worry. "It's a good thing Hisskha has long since been dead.
"Was there anything else?"
Serenity frowned and thought. "Not that I can think of.
Ethereshade looked worried and continued, "You say he might still have a grudge on Hisskha?
"Yes, I do," She looked at him suspiciously, "but why do you ask?
"I think we may have a bigger problem on our hands than we thought." He paused and took a breath. "because Hisskha has returned.
Serenity was speechless. How did that vile excuse for a dragon return after dying? Unless, of course... "Xenoroc brought him back to life, didn't he?" She asked, almost afraid of the answer.
"Yes, he did. But Hisskha is a whole different dragon this time around. You remember how he used to be golden? Well, not anymore. Hisskha is pure black, and I don't think that the color change happened naturally. Also, he now goes by the alias ÔHe-of-the-Black-Eyes'. I guess he doesn't want people to know that he's back. The question is, why doesn't he want people to know that he's back? I've been trying to find all the information that I can, but it just isn't enough.
"Well, what I want to know is how you're back, first of all. And second, why are you here?
Ethereshade looked kind of uneasy as he looked around, as if making sure no one was listening. He finally began after a few minutes, "To answer your first question, I was never dead. You know when I disappeared five years ago? That was when Hisskha came back. He sent out a strong call that no dragon can fight against, bringing all the dragons he could to him. He began an army here in the Restless Realms of undead dragons." Ethereshade frowned. "Somehow, Hisskha has become something close to a god. Not only is he lots more powerful than he was before, but now he has the power to condemn dragons to become undead.
At first, I was just going to sneak away and get back to you guys. But, then I decided I would be more useful over here, undercover. I had questions and I needed answers. So that's the answer to your second question. I've been here trying to find out information about Hisskha."
Serenity smiled, seemingly satisfied with the explanation. "Well, I'm just glad you're back.
Ethereshade smiled as well and replied, "Me too, Serenity. Me too.
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The black dragon crept cautiously into His chambers. The dragon knew that He would very displeased at being disturbed, but this news was too important to neglect. The shining white dragon was obviously not of their kind, and could be a potential threat. He would not be pleased at all by this information after the operation had been running so smoothly.
Inhaling deeply, he tried desperately to calm his nerves and steady his shaking limbs. After he was slightly calm, the dragon stepped into the humid caves that served as His chambers. He was painfully aware how loud his steps and ragged breaths were. A few more turns, and the dragon found himself in His presence. He took a deep breath and spoke, bending his knees in a respectful bow. "He-of-the-Black-Eyes, appointed Master of the Restless Realms by the great Lord Xenoroc, I bear important news and request permission to speak in your almighty presence.
He-of-the-Black-Eyes turned his sightless eyes towards the black dragon. The dragon heard the awesome, hissing voice reverberating inside his head. "Rise, inferior dragon, and deliver your news. Your request has been acknowledged.
The dragon lifted his head and stared at Him in awe. He was a very large dragon, barely able to fit in the massive cave, of the darkest black imaginable. Every feature on Him was black; from claws to teeth to His infamous black eyes. The eyes were eerie and frightening to look at. Pupil and iris were nonexistent. There was only endless black for each eye.
His eyes were naturally black, hence the name, but the rest of Him was not. There had once been a time when He was a giant golden dragon. That was before He fell into Xenorocs darkness. Golden dragons are rare and very powerful. They are the only ones who posses black flame, the flame that is hottest and has the most magical content. Gold dragons are rare enough, but a golden dragon with black eyes.....Can you say Ôinvincible'? Black eyes, while they cause the bearer to be blind, provide a different kind of sight. This Ôblind sight' enables the bearer to be able to see actions seconds before they happen. There has never been record of a dragon with black eyes losing a battle. Also, while sleeping, dragons with black eyes experience Truest Sight.
The dragon snapped back to focus, quickly bowed, and relayed his message. "O Exalted One, I bring news of a white dragon seen in the vicinity of the Spire. The dragon in question was unable to be stopped for its shining silver glow. There was nought that the undead dragons patrolling the Spire could do. The dragon was just spotted again not too long ago near the Barrier.
He-of-the-Black-Eyes stood motionless for several moments, digesting the information, contemplating the situation. His dragon soldiers had a disadvantage to this new threat, for they were undead and would be vulnerable to the dragon. Some of the lesser ranks weren't undead, but as their rank implied, they wouldn't be strong enough.
The dragon, out of nervousness and anxiety to leave, spoke. "S-sir?
He-of-he-Black-Eyes hissed menacingly, "Silence! Speak only when spoken to!"
The dragon hushed immediately and began shaking in fear. He-of-the-Black-Eyes was a force to be reckoned with, and the dragon realized that he may have angered Him.
He-of-the-Black-Eyes resumed his pondering. Suddenly, an idea came to Him and He wondered why He hadn't thought of it before. With the dragon equivalent of a malicious grin, He spoke to the dragon. "Send the Whisperers to track this dragon down. You know the drill. You are dismissed." To add punctuation to this statement, He closed his eyes and turned away.
The dragon gulped down his fear and replied shakily, "Y-yes s-s-sir. Right...r-right away." And with that, the dragon gave a respectful bow and left the cave. Instead of heading out the way he came, the dragon took a different turn. As he went farther from the entrance, the caves became darker and, to the dragon's terrified eyes, more sinister.
Cave after cave were passed through, and still the dragon moved on. Finally, he reached a large, heavy stone door that had been locked with magic several times. Shakily and frightened out of his wits, the dragon undid each lock as he had been instructed by his superior. As each lock came off, the dragons terror grew until he was a worthless pile of quivering flesh. When he regained his composure, the dragon undid the final lock and, with trembling claws, opened the door.
His special rank of undead dragon-soldiers, the Whisperers, were creatures of nightmare that hardly resembled dragons. The Whisperers' ghostly bodies were twisted unnatural creations; mutated, deformed, and ugly. So called Whisperers because of their inability to speak verbally except for an airy, quiet hum. The Whisperers were able to talk much, much easier mentally than verbally. They were a nearly transparent dark gray with white, sightless eyes and white claws long since stained the color of blood. But despite the deceiving transparency, the Whisperers were horribly real. What made them so hard to kill was that although they were real enough to kill others, they were not real enough to be killed themselves by sword or spear. Only the most advanced magic could destroy them. Also, despite them being undead, the Whisperers were immune to the effects of silver and light.
It has been said that you don't have to physically hurt a man to kill him. The Whisperers were a perfect example of that. Whisperers are masters of deception, turning friends into enemies and enemies into friends. Then, as your back turns from your former friends and allies, the Whisperers sink their blood stained claws into you--forcing you to join them or die. Weaving lies into new truths and turning evils into righteous deeds, the Whisperers blend reality into a maddening surreality that drives most to suicide or insanity.
The dragon quivered as his undead audience stared at him with their repulsive white eyes. Finally gathering the courage to speak, the dragon told them the instructions given to him by He-of-the-Black-Eyes. "His Grace requires to destroy a new enemy. Said enemy is a shining white dragon, last seen near the Barrier. You are to track him down and kill him. You are free to do with the corpse as you wish. Go.
With a delightful sound between a hiss and a moan, the Whisperers flew out of the caves. It had been a long time since they had been granted the pleasure of a new victim. It was hard to distinguish them as they drifted out into the gray world of the Restless Realms; they blended right in. They flew on to the Barrier at an accelerated pace, urged on by the pleasant task to come. .....
Seto began flying back, the book clenched in his claws tightly, almost as if he were afraid it would leap away at any moment. A quiet, low humming sound came to Seto's ears. Startled, he looked down at the book, wondering if it was the source. After a few moments, he confirmed it was not, but the sound continued to come closer. Feeling slightly uneasy, but too smart to show it, he casually looked around. Looks like nothings out there, he thought, just gray skies and...wait..what was that? He had just seen a darker gray blemish in the monotonous gray sky, but only for a few seconds. It was enough, though, to make him worried. Thinking quickly, Seto began turning gradually away from where Serenity and Ethereshade were. It would do no good to lead whoever or whatever was following him to those two.
The hum came back, this time forming words, and this time in his head. "Fly as much as you want, foolish dragon. You cannot hide from the Whisperers. Surrender now and we promise your death won't be TOO painful!" As an answer, Seto increased his speed and gave a defying roar. Turning his head around, he saw his pursuers in disgusting reality. He shot blazing hot lightning at them, only to have it go right through them. They gave a hissing laugh at his futile efforts, getting closer all the time. Seto soon realized that his only hope was his magic, and he would have to be in human form to use it. He suddenly dived toward the ground, catching the Whisperers by surprise and causing them to hiss in annoyance. Upon landing, Seto immediately became human and threw a blue fireball at one of the Whisperers. He smirked in triumph as it hissed and died.
The Whisperers gave a confused and angry hum. How did this..this..thing turn from dragon to human? And how dare it kill one of their brethren! Normally, the Whisperers used mind tricks to defeat their foes, but revenge clouded their demented minds. This thing had gone too far! The Whisperers dived all at once, flying straight back up as another fireball came at them. One had managed to sneak behind Seto and sunk its claws into his neck. Or, at least, that's what it expected to happen. Instead, its claws came in contact with a hard surface that seemed as difficult to penetrate as dragon scales. It had no time to ponder it, however, because of the fireball that came in contact with it soon after.
The Whisperers were in disarray; nothing before this thing had ever been able to kill them. What confused them even more was the object in this thing's hands. They felt strangely drawn to it, yet repulsed at the same time. For the first time in some odd years, they began to feel an emotion: fear. Fear from this strange being that could change from dragon to human instantaneously. Fear that this dragon-human-thing could kill them, a feat none since they were created had been able to do. And also, a fear from this object the dragon-human-thing held. An object that had such a dark aura around it that it was almost lost in the depths of its own shadow. An object that acted like a magnet to them, both repelling and attracting them at the same time. A deep fear set into them, a fear so great that it caused them to flee in terror.
Seto lowered his hand, slowly and warily, as he extinguished the fireball he had had ready. He had to admit that he was very confused. Why had those...what did they call themselves?..Whisperers?.....Why had those Whisperers fled like that? They'd had him outnumbered along with the advantage of flight. Then he remembered the book in his hand. He lifted it up to eye level and studied it. Was this what had caused them to leave? Shaking his head, perplexed at yet another mystery to solve, he changed back into dragon form and flew back to the rock outcrop.
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"...so these--" Serenity began.
"Whisperers," Seto filled in.
"Yes, Whisperers, came out of nowhere and attacked you. Then, almost as soon as they arrived, they left?
"Yes, that's pretty much what happened.
"Strange...." Serenity said, pondering. "Seto, do you have any idea why they did that?
"I do," Ethereshade spoke, his eyes grim. "And if I'm right, we're in even more danger than I thought. The book, Seto, is most likely the cause of this behavior. But only if its creator is back and in full power. That is what worries me.
"Warnnin did say something about Xenorith being split apart to their separate forms and Xenoroc being really powerful, but I thought he was just rambling. He's never been quite right in his mind, you know.
Serenity was confused, "So, did Xenoroc, a god, write this book?
"Not the god Xenoroc, Serenity, the mortal Xenoroc," Seto began with caution. "Serenity, very few people know this, but...there was once a time when Xenoroc was mortal. A mortal with jet black hair and red eyes. A mortal who fell in love.
Serenity couldn't believe what she was hearing. Xenoroc, the evil, demonic god they all loved to loathe, had been a mortal? And, even then, a mortal who had loved? How did he become a god when he was a mortal?
Seto continued his story, "As far as I can remember, the woman who he fell in love with was named Selena. She'd liked him for a little while, but began to hate him as he started an evil life. He began to steal, lie, and even murder. After that, she wanted nothing to do with him. Those who know this believe that this is what finally drove Xenoroc to the mad pursuit of becoming a god. In short, the existing god, the Nameless One, grew weary and angered by Xenoroc's deeds and his crazy goal to become a god. The Nameless One banished Xenoroc to the Restless Realms, to live and die there. While there, Xenoroc found this book," Seto tapped his finger on ÔAccount of the Exiled Forgotten', "along with ink in the hands of a skeleton. Xenoroc began traveling the Restless Realms, recording all he saw and felt. Eventually he reached the Spire, the one place he had not traveled. He entered it and climbed to the very top, where he saw the source of all evil. There was once a description of the source of all evil, but that particular page has been conveniently ripped out. Anyway, Xenoroc was given a task by the source of all evil to go to the Altar of Broken Dreams and say the incantation," Seto flipped through the book until he came to a certain page, "Aha! Here it is: ÔRelease the souls long since trapped by the gods' wicked ways. Bring dead life back into this world until the end of its days.' He was also to place a human skull drenched in fresh blood on the Altar, which was provided by the source of all evil. Xenoroc did this, and that's when all hell broke loose. Literally. The incantation released all the undead that had been trapped for centuries. When he returned to the Spire, the source of all evil granted his obsession and gave him godly powers. This book, which Xenoroc had poured so much emotion into, became a vessel, a gauge of his power. Whenever he grows weaker, the evil aura around it does too. But if he grows stronger...
"Then what happened today begins to happen?" Serenity guessed.
It was Ethereshade who answered, "As far as we know, yes. Which is why I'm worried. We already have enough on our hands without him being more powerful than before.
Serenity was still confused. She knew that dragons lived a very long life, but how had Seto known? It sounded as if Seto had been there when it happened..."But, Seto, how did you know this? Did Ethereshade tell it to you that many times?
He sighed and looked her in the eyes, quietly replying, "No, Serenity. I know because I was there.
Serenity just looked at him, shocked and wondering if she'd heard correctly, "What?
"Serenity, you know that I can transform into a dragon, right?
Serenity nodded.
"Well, it's not because I'm extremely good at transformation magic that I can do that. It's...it's because I'm one of the Dragonblood.
Serenity stood there, speechless. Dragonblood are people who have both dragon and human blood in their veins. They are able to transform back and forth between their dragon and human forms at will. Dragonblood have a life span of about 1,000 years, about half of a normal dragon's life span. They are resistant to most kinds of magic and weapons, making them nigh on impossible to kill.
Dragonblood? Seto? But, of course, it all made sense now that she thought about it. How he was able to withstand sword and knife wounds without a scratch. How he was able to transform into a dragon, which was very advanced, even though it was not his field of magic. How he and Ethereshade had known eachother since childhood even though Ethereshade was a dragon. And also what big secret he'd been keeping from her. She understood why he had kept it a secret until now, for several years back the High Priest of All Churches had commanded that all the Dragonblood be killed upon sight. He labeled them Ôunclean, sinful creatures the result of blasphemy' and such. There was a reward of a considerable sum of money for every Dragonblood brought in--dead or alive.
Suddenly feeling the intense silence, Serenity decided to speak, "Well...that sure explains a lot..
Seto looked anxious, "Serenity?
Serenity smiled a genuine, reassuring smile, which relieved Seto greatly, before speaking, "Seto," at this point, she placed her hands on top of his, "you should know by now that I love you too much to care who or what you are. And so what if you're Dragonblood? If anything, it just makes me feel safer when I'm around you.
"You really mean that?" Seto asked, sure she would've been appalled and want nothing to do with him.
"Of course I do." And with that, she gave him a gentle, tender kiss to affirm her statement.
"Well, well. How sweet," A sarcastic and dark voice rang out through the cavern.
Ethereshade and Seto stiffened at the sound of the voice. Impulsively, Seto stood in front of Serenity, changing into dragon form as he did so. A low growl came from his throat, and Serenity could hardly miss the anger and hate in his eyes directed toward the source of the voice.
The figure stepped closer, remarking sarcastically as it did, "What's this? Aw, such a loving welcome! I'm touched, I really am." As it stepped closer, Serenity had a hard time distinguishing it. It seemed to be made of shadow; the only thing visible its piercing gray eyes. Silently, Serenity softly whispered to Seto, "What is that?
With only one word, Seto was able to sum up the darkness and evil surrounding the creature. Equally as softly, he replied with unmasked hate in his voice,"Tenebrae.
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Well, I think I'll end it there. -readers boo loudly and throw fruit- Hey! Be grateful! This chapter was twice as long as I usually make em! Anyway, please review. I know this is the..what..3rd? Yes...3rd cliffhanger in a row, but, hey! I just can't help myself! You people have to remember that I'm making this up as I go, so even I don't know what happens after the cliffhangers! Which is actually pretty sad, but oh well! ; ) Now, I'm off to write chapter eleven while you people review! -hint, hint- Byses!
-Cheetah Goddess
-crazygurlwithastick -Thanx for all the reviews! I'm glad you like it! : )
-Serpent's-Embrace -Hey, don't worry, it will all (well, not ALL) be explained in this chapter!
-Sylvia Viridian -Yeah, I didn't think many people would remember him, but I mentioned Ethereshade briefly (and I stress briefly) in chapter 6. It was only a few sentences, but I didn't want to give too much away, so...yeah. : ) Thanx for the review!
-angels-sing-sorrow -Thanx! Oh, and I know there hasn't been any Yami/Tea for awhile, but there will be soon! ; )
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"Because that's just how ego-centered she is
Oh, shut up Spitfire! Go watch Spongebob or something.
"Yay! Oh!.....Who lives in a pineapple under the sea? Spongebob Squarepants! Absorbent and yellow and porous is he! Spongebob Squarepants! If nautical nonsense be something you wish, Spongebob Squarepants! Then drop on the deck and flop like a fish! Spongebob Squarepants! Ready? Spongebob Squarepants! Spongebob Squarepants! Spongebob Squarepants! Sponge-bob! Square-pants!.....
OO Erm, okay. I have a crazy dragon who is obsessed with Spongebob. That's nice to know. Anyway, thanx for the reviews! : )
-Jelly Bob15 -Thank ya! And (this actually goes to everyone) Seto's...um.... Ôcondition', for lack of better way to put it, will be explained this chapter. : )
Note: I'm going to try to use apostrophes this chapter. If it works, I'll probably reload the other chapters and include the apostrophes. Take it away, Crescentstar!
Disclaimer: Dragon Queen16 is a sad, pathetic person who owns nothing except for this story's miserable plot......and some moldy bread that's been in the refrigerator for years.....
I said ÔCrescentstar', not ÔSpitfire'! ARE YOU THAT FREAKING STUPID!?!??
"Why, yes, yes I am!
--......Okay, Ônuf of that. Here's Chapter 10--Account of the Exiled Forgotten
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The two dragons stared at each other for a long time without much reaction. Finally, Ethereshade broke into a grin (which, coming from a dragon, was absolutely frightening) and spoke, "So, still alive, Seto? I heard that you've been dead for three years!
Seto grinned as well and replied, "That's nothing! Everyone thought that you were dead for the last five years!
Both friends laughed (which was also very unpleasant) along with Serenity. Serenity didn't have as close a bond with Ethereshade as Seto did, but she had become pretty close friends with him through Seto. He was almost like a brother to her. She had always liked Ethereshade and was sad when he had been presumed dead.
As the laughter died down, Seto looked around and, seeming to remember something, swore.
"What's wrong?
"Warnnin was carrying ÔAccount of the Exiled Forgotten' when I killed him.
"Do you think it got burnt?
Seto gave a short bark of laughter. "Ha! That book? No, its still whole, I just hope that nothing finds it before I get there." Seto turned to the opening of the cave and began to crawl out.
Ethereshade called out as Seto left, "Good luck.
Seto paused and snorted derisively. "Luck?" He shook his head at his seemingly gullible friend. "There is no such thing as luck. You get what you want by working for it, not by sitting around and hoping something good happens. Luck is for weak fools who find pleasure in believing every word of nonsense spoke to them." More quietly, he continued, "Ive witnessed that enough to know the truth in it." Without another word, Seto stepped out into the vast gray world known as the Restless Realms.
Dim gray light once again flooded the cave, though it paled in comparison to the light that shone naturally off Seto. In the muted light, Serenity could see Ethereshade's troubled expression. He turned to her not long after and said, "Whatever happened to him?
Serenity looked at Ethereshade and sighed. "Ethereshade, a lot happened while you where gone. After your Ôdeath', Seto became rampant and careless with grief. Which, in most cases, surprisingly contributed to his victories. But, one time, the opposing army got the best of him and captured him. I don't know what exactly happened there because Seto wont talk about it; but I do know that after we rescued him and the others, he was never the same.
"How so?
"Well, for starters, he became more focused and began to plan again instead of rushing out to meet the battle recklessly..... Also, he seemed so intent on killing Hisskha, like he wouldn't care if he had to give up everything in order to kill him. It was starting to scare me, but he finally stopped and started acting normal again. Sometimes I wonder, though, if it never really went away." Serenity paused, her eyes displaying her worry. "It's a good thing Hisskha has long since been dead.
"Was there anything else?"
Serenity frowned and thought. "Not that I can think of.
Ethereshade looked worried and continued, "You say he might still have a grudge on Hisskha?
"Yes, I do," She looked at him suspiciously, "but why do you ask?
"I think we may have a bigger problem on our hands than we thought." He paused and took a breath. "because Hisskha has returned.
Serenity was speechless. How did that vile excuse for a dragon return after dying? Unless, of course... "Xenoroc brought him back to life, didn't he?" She asked, almost afraid of the answer.
"Yes, he did. But Hisskha is a whole different dragon this time around. You remember how he used to be golden? Well, not anymore. Hisskha is pure black, and I don't think that the color change happened naturally. Also, he now goes by the alias ÔHe-of-the-Black-Eyes'. I guess he doesn't want people to know that he's back. The question is, why doesn't he want people to know that he's back? I've been trying to find all the information that I can, but it just isn't enough.
"Well, what I want to know is how you're back, first of all. And second, why are you here?
Ethereshade looked kind of uneasy as he looked around, as if making sure no one was listening. He finally began after a few minutes, "To answer your first question, I was never dead. You know when I disappeared five years ago? That was when Hisskha came back. He sent out a strong call that no dragon can fight against, bringing all the dragons he could to him. He began an army here in the Restless Realms of undead dragons." Ethereshade frowned. "Somehow, Hisskha has become something close to a god. Not only is he lots more powerful than he was before, but now he has the power to condemn dragons to become undead.
At first, I was just going to sneak away and get back to you guys. But, then I decided I would be more useful over here, undercover. I had questions and I needed answers. So that's the answer to your second question. I've been here trying to find out information about Hisskha."
Serenity smiled, seemingly satisfied with the explanation. "Well, I'm just glad you're back.
Ethereshade smiled as well and replied, "Me too, Serenity. Me too.
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The black dragon crept cautiously into His chambers. The dragon knew that He would very displeased at being disturbed, but this news was too important to neglect. The shining white dragon was obviously not of their kind, and could be a potential threat. He would not be pleased at all by this information after the operation had been running so smoothly.
Inhaling deeply, he tried desperately to calm his nerves and steady his shaking limbs. After he was slightly calm, the dragon stepped into the humid caves that served as His chambers. He was painfully aware how loud his steps and ragged breaths were. A few more turns, and the dragon found himself in His presence. He took a deep breath and spoke, bending his knees in a respectful bow. "He-of-the-Black-Eyes, appointed Master of the Restless Realms by the great Lord Xenoroc, I bear important news and request permission to speak in your almighty presence.
He-of-the-Black-Eyes turned his sightless eyes towards the black dragon. The dragon heard the awesome, hissing voice reverberating inside his head. "Rise, inferior dragon, and deliver your news. Your request has been acknowledged.
The dragon lifted his head and stared at Him in awe. He was a very large dragon, barely able to fit in the massive cave, of the darkest black imaginable. Every feature on Him was black; from claws to teeth to His infamous black eyes. The eyes were eerie and frightening to look at. Pupil and iris were nonexistent. There was only endless black for each eye.
His eyes were naturally black, hence the name, but the rest of Him was not. There had once been a time when He was a giant golden dragon. That was before He fell into Xenorocs darkness. Golden dragons are rare and very powerful. They are the only ones who posses black flame, the flame that is hottest and has the most magical content. Gold dragons are rare enough, but a golden dragon with black eyes.....Can you say Ôinvincible'? Black eyes, while they cause the bearer to be blind, provide a different kind of sight. This Ôblind sight' enables the bearer to be able to see actions seconds before they happen. There has never been record of a dragon with black eyes losing a battle. Also, while sleeping, dragons with black eyes experience Truest Sight.
The dragon snapped back to focus, quickly bowed, and relayed his message. "O Exalted One, I bring news of a white dragon seen in the vicinity of the Spire. The dragon in question was unable to be stopped for its shining silver glow. There was nought that the undead dragons patrolling the Spire could do. The dragon was just spotted again not too long ago near the Barrier.
He-of-the-Black-Eyes stood motionless for several moments, digesting the information, contemplating the situation. His dragon soldiers had a disadvantage to this new threat, for they were undead and would be vulnerable to the dragon. Some of the lesser ranks weren't undead, but as their rank implied, they wouldn't be strong enough.
The dragon, out of nervousness and anxiety to leave, spoke. "S-sir?
He-of-he-Black-Eyes hissed menacingly, "Silence! Speak only when spoken to!"
The dragon hushed immediately and began shaking in fear. He-of-the-Black-Eyes was a force to be reckoned with, and the dragon realized that he may have angered Him.
He-of-the-Black-Eyes resumed his pondering. Suddenly, an idea came to Him and He wondered why He hadn't thought of it before. With the dragon equivalent of a malicious grin, He spoke to the dragon. "Send the Whisperers to track this dragon down. You know the drill. You are dismissed." To add punctuation to this statement, He closed his eyes and turned away.
The dragon gulped down his fear and replied shakily, "Y-yes s-s-sir. Right...r-right away." And with that, the dragon gave a respectful bow and left the cave. Instead of heading out the way he came, the dragon took a different turn. As he went farther from the entrance, the caves became darker and, to the dragon's terrified eyes, more sinister.
Cave after cave were passed through, and still the dragon moved on. Finally, he reached a large, heavy stone door that had been locked with magic several times. Shakily and frightened out of his wits, the dragon undid each lock as he had been instructed by his superior. As each lock came off, the dragons terror grew until he was a worthless pile of quivering flesh. When he regained his composure, the dragon undid the final lock and, with trembling claws, opened the door.
His special rank of undead dragon-soldiers, the Whisperers, were creatures of nightmare that hardly resembled dragons. The Whisperers' ghostly bodies were twisted unnatural creations; mutated, deformed, and ugly. So called Whisperers because of their inability to speak verbally except for an airy, quiet hum. The Whisperers were able to talk much, much easier mentally than verbally. They were a nearly transparent dark gray with white, sightless eyes and white claws long since stained the color of blood. But despite the deceiving transparency, the Whisperers were horribly real. What made them so hard to kill was that although they were real enough to kill others, they were not real enough to be killed themselves by sword or spear. Only the most advanced magic could destroy them. Also, despite them being undead, the Whisperers were immune to the effects of silver and light.
It has been said that you don't have to physically hurt a man to kill him. The Whisperers were a perfect example of that. Whisperers are masters of deception, turning friends into enemies and enemies into friends. Then, as your back turns from your former friends and allies, the Whisperers sink their blood stained claws into you--forcing you to join them or die. Weaving lies into new truths and turning evils into righteous deeds, the Whisperers blend reality into a maddening surreality that drives most to suicide or insanity.
The dragon quivered as his undead audience stared at him with their repulsive white eyes. Finally gathering the courage to speak, the dragon told them the instructions given to him by He-of-the-Black-Eyes. "His Grace requires to destroy a new enemy. Said enemy is a shining white dragon, last seen near the Barrier. You are to track him down and kill him. You are free to do with the corpse as you wish. Go.
With a delightful sound between a hiss and a moan, the Whisperers flew out of the caves. It had been a long time since they had been granted the pleasure of a new victim. It was hard to distinguish them as they drifted out into the gray world of the Restless Realms; they blended right in. They flew on to the Barrier at an accelerated pace, urged on by the pleasant task to come. .....
Seto began flying back, the book clenched in his claws tightly, almost as if he were afraid it would leap away at any moment. A quiet, low humming sound came to Seto's ears. Startled, he looked down at the book, wondering if it was the source. After a few moments, he confirmed it was not, but the sound continued to come closer. Feeling slightly uneasy, but too smart to show it, he casually looked around. Looks like nothings out there, he thought, just gray skies and...wait..what was that? He had just seen a darker gray blemish in the monotonous gray sky, but only for a few seconds. It was enough, though, to make him worried. Thinking quickly, Seto began turning gradually away from where Serenity and Ethereshade were. It would do no good to lead whoever or whatever was following him to those two.
The hum came back, this time forming words, and this time in his head. "Fly as much as you want, foolish dragon. You cannot hide from the Whisperers. Surrender now and we promise your death won't be TOO painful!" As an answer, Seto increased his speed and gave a defying roar. Turning his head around, he saw his pursuers in disgusting reality. He shot blazing hot lightning at them, only to have it go right through them. They gave a hissing laugh at his futile efforts, getting closer all the time. Seto soon realized that his only hope was his magic, and he would have to be in human form to use it. He suddenly dived toward the ground, catching the Whisperers by surprise and causing them to hiss in annoyance. Upon landing, Seto immediately became human and threw a blue fireball at one of the Whisperers. He smirked in triumph as it hissed and died.
The Whisperers gave a confused and angry hum. How did this..this..thing turn from dragon to human? And how dare it kill one of their brethren! Normally, the Whisperers used mind tricks to defeat their foes, but revenge clouded their demented minds. This thing had gone too far! The Whisperers dived all at once, flying straight back up as another fireball came at them. One had managed to sneak behind Seto and sunk its claws into his neck. Or, at least, that's what it expected to happen. Instead, its claws came in contact with a hard surface that seemed as difficult to penetrate as dragon scales. It had no time to ponder it, however, because of the fireball that came in contact with it soon after.
The Whisperers were in disarray; nothing before this thing had ever been able to kill them. What confused them even more was the object in this thing's hands. They felt strangely drawn to it, yet repulsed at the same time. For the first time in some odd years, they began to feel an emotion: fear. Fear from this strange being that could change from dragon to human instantaneously. Fear that this dragon-human-thing could kill them, a feat none since they were created had been able to do. And also, a fear from this object the dragon-human-thing held. An object that had such a dark aura around it that it was almost lost in the depths of its own shadow. An object that acted like a magnet to them, both repelling and attracting them at the same time. A deep fear set into them, a fear so great that it caused them to flee in terror.
Seto lowered his hand, slowly and warily, as he extinguished the fireball he had had ready. He had to admit that he was very confused. Why had those...what did they call themselves?..Whisperers?.....Why had those Whisperers fled like that? They'd had him outnumbered along with the advantage of flight. Then he remembered the book in his hand. He lifted it up to eye level and studied it. Was this what had caused them to leave? Shaking his head, perplexed at yet another mystery to solve, he changed back into dragon form and flew back to the rock outcrop.
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"...so these--" Serenity began.
"Whisperers," Seto filled in.
"Yes, Whisperers, came out of nowhere and attacked you. Then, almost as soon as they arrived, they left?
"Yes, that's pretty much what happened.
"Strange...." Serenity said, pondering. "Seto, do you have any idea why they did that?
"I do," Ethereshade spoke, his eyes grim. "And if I'm right, we're in even more danger than I thought. The book, Seto, is most likely the cause of this behavior. But only if its creator is back and in full power. That is what worries me.
"Warnnin did say something about Xenorith being split apart to their separate forms and Xenoroc being really powerful, but I thought he was just rambling. He's never been quite right in his mind, you know.
Serenity was confused, "So, did Xenoroc, a god, write this book?
"Not the god Xenoroc, Serenity, the mortal Xenoroc," Seto began with caution. "Serenity, very few people know this, but...there was once a time when Xenoroc was mortal. A mortal with jet black hair and red eyes. A mortal who fell in love.
Serenity couldn't believe what she was hearing. Xenoroc, the evil, demonic god they all loved to loathe, had been a mortal? And, even then, a mortal who had loved? How did he become a god when he was a mortal?
Seto continued his story, "As far as I can remember, the woman who he fell in love with was named Selena. She'd liked him for a little while, but began to hate him as he started an evil life. He began to steal, lie, and even murder. After that, she wanted nothing to do with him. Those who know this believe that this is what finally drove Xenoroc to the mad pursuit of becoming a god. In short, the existing god, the Nameless One, grew weary and angered by Xenoroc's deeds and his crazy goal to become a god. The Nameless One banished Xenoroc to the Restless Realms, to live and die there. While there, Xenoroc found this book," Seto tapped his finger on ÔAccount of the Exiled Forgotten', "along with ink in the hands of a skeleton. Xenoroc began traveling the Restless Realms, recording all he saw and felt. Eventually he reached the Spire, the one place he had not traveled. He entered it and climbed to the very top, where he saw the source of all evil. There was once a description of the source of all evil, but that particular page has been conveniently ripped out. Anyway, Xenoroc was given a task by the source of all evil to go to the Altar of Broken Dreams and say the incantation," Seto flipped through the book until he came to a certain page, "Aha! Here it is: ÔRelease the souls long since trapped by the gods' wicked ways. Bring dead life back into this world until the end of its days.' He was also to place a human skull drenched in fresh blood on the Altar, which was provided by the source of all evil. Xenoroc did this, and that's when all hell broke loose. Literally. The incantation released all the undead that had been trapped for centuries. When he returned to the Spire, the source of all evil granted his obsession and gave him godly powers. This book, which Xenoroc had poured so much emotion into, became a vessel, a gauge of his power. Whenever he grows weaker, the evil aura around it does too. But if he grows stronger...
"Then what happened today begins to happen?" Serenity guessed.
It was Ethereshade who answered, "As far as we know, yes. Which is why I'm worried. We already have enough on our hands without him being more powerful than before.
Serenity was still confused. She knew that dragons lived a very long life, but how had Seto known? It sounded as if Seto had been there when it happened..."But, Seto, how did you know this? Did Ethereshade tell it to you that many times?
He sighed and looked her in the eyes, quietly replying, "No, Serenity. I know because I was there.
Serenity just looked at him, shocked and wondering if she'd heard correctly, "What?
"Serenity, you know that I can transform into a dragon, right?
Serenity nodded.
"Well, it's not because I'm extremely good at transformation magic that I can do that. It's...it's because I'm one of the Dragonblood.
Serenity stood there, speechless. Dragonblood are people who have both dragon and human blood in their veins. They are able to transform back and forth between their dragon and human forms at will. Dragonblood have a life span of about 1,000 years, about half of a normal dragon's life span. They are resistant to most kinds of magic and weapons, making them nigh on impossible to kill.
Dragonblood? Seto? But, of course, it all made sense now that she thought about it. How he was able to withstand sword and knife wounds without a scratch. How he was able to transform into a dragon, which was very advanced, even though it was not his field of magic. How he and Ethereshade had known eachother since childhood even though Ethereshade was a dragon. And also what big secret he'd been keeping from her. She understood why he had kept it a secret until now, for several years back the High Priest of All Churches had commanded that all the Dragonblood be killed upon sight. He labeled them Ôunclean, sinful creatures the result of blasphemy' and such. There was a reward of a considerable sum of money for every Dragonblood brought in--dead or alive.
Suddenly feeling the intense silence, Serenity decided to speak, "Well...that sure explains a lot..
Seto looked anxious, "Serenity?
Serenity smiled a genuine, reassuring smile, which relieved Seto greatly, before speaking, "Seto," at this point, she placed her hands on top of his, "you should know by now that I love you too much to care who or what you are. And so what if you're Dragonblood? If anything, it just makes me feel safer when I'm around you.
"You really mean that?" Seto asked, sure she would've been appalled and want nothing to do with him.
"Of course I do." And with that, she gave him a gentle, tender kiss to affirm her statement.
"Well, well. How sweet," A sarcastic and dark voice rang out through the cavern.
Ethereshade and Seto stiffened at the sound of the voice. Impulsively, Seto stood in front of Serenity, changing into dragon form as he did so. A low growl came from his throat, and Serenity could hardly miss the anger and hate in his eyes directed toward the source of the voice.
The figure stepped closer, remarking sarcastically as it did, "What's this? Aw, such a loving welcome! I'm touched, I really am." As it stepped closer, Serenity had a hard time distinguishing it. It seemed to be made of shadow; the only thing visible its piercing gray eyes. Silently, Serenity softly whispered to Seto, "What is that?
With only one word, Seto was able to sum up the darkness and evil surrounding the creature. Equally as softly, he replied with unmasked hate in his voice,"Tenebrae.
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Well, I think I'll end it there. -readers boo loudly and throw fruit- Hey! Be grateful! This chapter was twice as long as I usually make em! Anyway, please review. I know this is the..what..3rd? Yes...3rd cliffhanger in a row, but, hey! I just can't help myself! You people have to remember that I'm making this up as I go, so even I don't know what happens after the cliffhangers! Which is actually pretty sad, but oh well! ; ) Now, I'm off to write chapter eleven while you people review! -hint, hint- Byses!