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A/N: Suicide? Girl, you better not be dieing on me! I need you just as much as you need me to update, I don't want any of my precious reviewers to be getting hurt. So to keep you alive here's your next chapter. I'll shut up now.
Enjoy …
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Blood Bound
"Hey, pssst!" X whispered to Rorek, moving the tall grass to peer at the wizard that was glaring at the sky listening for the air-boards that he could still hear were very close to where they were, "Rorek! psssst!"
"What?" he growled back irritated by the distraction.
X glared, "Don't give me that man, what do we do? Are they gone?"
"No!" Malchior off to the thief's over side growled and moved the grass to glare at the talkative thief, "Now shut up or you'll give away our position, they're coming –"
WWWHHHOOOSSSHHH!
"Gotcha," grinned an elf that flashed a light upon the hidden four, his air-board pushing the grass down and exposing the lot of them.
Malchior growled, "You got nothing!"
With a roar the dragon leapt into the air and spread his wings wide open, flapping once to help keep him in the air and he spun around and did a 360 round house kick knocking the elf to the ground. The air-board lost power and landed right next to X, noticing it, and noticing the other elves were coming for him; he smirked and grabbed the board. Raven got up, and shouted after him, "X where the hell do you think you're going!"
"Saving our ass, so hold tight!" he shouted back and got in some good distance on foot before he jumped onto the hover board and the air thrust him forward. Having been on a skateboard a few times, he figured it was the same workings, testing it out and crouching down X twirled him self around and shot forward even faster. Upside down, but holding on, he noticed the elves that were coming back for them in the middle of his flight pattern. He gritted his teeth and sun himself back upright and forced his ride to go faster, "been awhile since I played chicken. Come on!"
Raven shook her head and levitated into the air next to Malchor who was grinning and crossing his arms over his chest. Gazing enticingly at the game that he knew would prove fun. Getting ready to go after X once he cleared the way and separated the group, Malchior was jerked back when Raven grabbed his arm and pulled him to her. Unable to control his sudden shift in flight, Malchior fell right on her and took them both down into the grass.
Heads bumped and headaches were forming, both agitated by their clumsiness, Malchior propped himself on his elbow and looked down to see what he landed on. Only to gulp and go still when he was looking into irked violet eyes. Raven, underneath him and their faces so close their noses were touching, Malchior couldn't help a smirk when Raven turned away and he could see her cheeks were turning a bright beet red, "Incase you have forgotten, we're still in the middle of a battle field and Red X just raced his reckless ass into mindless danger. Rorek is handling well, but I highly doubt X will be okay."
"So what are you saying?" Malchior grinned, "You want me to keep him safe? You gotta say please first."
No matter how close he came to her, Raven still turned her head to glare up at him, as she snapped back, with a look of utter defiance, "How about I just command you to make sure he's safe, Malchior'oru Ellris'omus."
Malchior pulled back and glared down at Raven with a look of confusion … How the hell did she – AH! Suddenly his head pounded, memories of her, of his master, of everything flashed before his eyes. Yet that wasn't what caused the pain … what did was the sharp cut her words sliced through his mind, his name echoing back and forth in the empty shell that was called his skull. Nothing was heard and nothing was known … nothing … but her command and hers alone.
Although … stranger yet, he felt at ease when she put a hand to his heart. However it was just to push him off her, that one moment of contact was enough to get him to snicker. Getting to his feet and taking her hand into his he pulled her closer and ran his clawed finger along her chin, so close was he to her that Raven herself could almost taste him as he whispered softly, "As my lady wishes …"
And …
He was off … leaving Raven to stand dumbfounded and lost, raising a brow she blinked and looked around scratching her head, Did I miss something here? – all thoughts seized when a blind fold was suddenly tied around her eyes Raven panicked but couldn't scream. Hold on a second … these aren't blind folds … these are … oh shit! NO –
Darkness …
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"You fool! Stop!" the lead fifth elf gasped when X went even faster and just as the formation broke to allow for him to get through. X crossed his arms in front of him, then jerked them out, stretching his arms and producing the xes in the back of his palms. The elves yelped and fell off their boards to keep from the spinning X blades from slicing them in half! Retracting them, X leaned down and took a sharp u-turn blasting forward and catching up to the three that got away.
The leader looked back and turned his board around to return to X who wasn't stopping, "Desist you bumbling-idiot!"
X gritted his teeth and cracked his neck of the kink in it, "Enough word games, let's get straight to the point," grinning when he produced five shuriken, X knew it wasn't enough, but he had a plan. Throwing the five in various places forcing the leader to dodge and maneuver distracted by the blades, X launched one explosive to the ground short of the elf. Predicting that he'd pull back, the elf did just that as the ground scattered and rained dirt all over the place.
With that done, X pulled up and flipped over the smoke and dirt where the elf stopped and looked around expecting the thief to be coming up on either side. X had him right where he wanted him and at the right time retracted his spinning blades on the back of his palms and dropped to the elf. Though he was smarter and leapt off the air-board, flipping right over X who sliced nothing but the board.
The thief found him self in a dangerous path when the elf came down on him with a hard punch that not even his blades could withstand. Magic was a wondrous thing at times. Thrown off the board and to the ground with the elf on top of him, X cocked back a fist to give the elf a good taste of his own medicine only to hesitate when a flash of a face went through his vision when the elf looked down on him. Fernaco …? The guy took advantage of his sudden hesitation and grabbed a near by rock, lifting it high over his head he got ready to FUBAR X's face with it.
However, as if a miracle, Malchior flew right over them and snagged the rock along with the elf holding it by the wrist. Lifting him up to eye level the shocked elf stared into red tinting eyes of a snarling dragon, "Never throw rocks, you could put an eye out."
Whirling around Malchior threw the guy to the ground, but didn't stop there, using the force of gravity he drop kicked him and smashed him into the ground. Flipping off the elf and flapping his wings to fly off, Malchior's eyes were still pink all he could hear was her command. See her face, and hear her voice echoing his name … was his task complete? Did he save the human? Why … why must she always have me look out for that damned prince! He's hardly ever known her! Malchior slapped himself on the spot. His red tinted eyes fading back to white as he floated to the ground.
He started blankly at the grass, Did I … did I just think that? Where the hell did that come from?
Malchior looked around and up at the bright starry sky suddenly wishing he was still back in the book. Anything … anything to get him away from what he was remembering, from everything that was going on. He didn't like it … one thing after the other and most discouragingly the fact that the past seemed to be catching up to him. Like everywhere he turned something of the past popped up and haunted him of things that were better left forgotten.
He's had so many owners when within the book that has taught him so much during the generations to pass and the many memories over lapped one another to the point that the earlier one's were set back to far in his brain to ever dig back up again. Yet … now … now it seems as if … nothing wanted him to forget. Him … her … Rorek … the elves … but especially her … the girl in Rorek's book … the girl that Rorek drew … the one he knew could set him free.
The descendent … of his former master and the maiden that was in love with the Prince of Elves … never realizing that the one that could have loved her all the same had been serving her since she first summoned him to be her servant. The poor crying girl who thought she was nothing special, yet was desperate enough to cry out for help using great magic's to force him – Malchior – to serve her and only her. Only until her deepest darkest desires were filled would he be free of her …
Little did she know … her love for the Prince would end only in tragedy … Malchior knew it would end in such a way … but he loved her too much to mention it. If she was happy with the Prince then let her be happy for the moment in time that they had … her desire was full filled, he was set free and returned back to his home land. However … because of her darkest desire's had interfered with the Azarian royalties and they recognized only him … they sent their greatest wizard to take him down.
Rorek …
Though Malchior didn't know why Rorek had a picture of Raven in his book … the dragon knew it had to be something of fate … like Rorek had said. Maybe they were all fated to meet … what Kenneth's being here had anything to do with the three of them was still a mystery. Malchior nearly blacked out from all the thinking he was doing.
He was jumping to conclusions …
How could everything he was thinking be all right … he was delusional, after all he did come into contact with the Acid that Dragon's were all allergic to … maybe that was what was causing his mind to slowly slip. Either way … Malchior shook his head … This is stupid … Raven being the descendent of my former master … Rorek having a certain connection to Raven as well and Kenneth being tied in with the lot of us … listen to yourself Malchior, you sound like a blundering idiot! Shut-up! Next thing you'll be saying is Raven's related to the human, what a joke.
The dragon felt like laughing … but held it to himself to look around and call out for the others, "Kenneth? Are you anywhere near here?"
"Define here!" Kenneth shouted back even though the human was right behind him. Malchior spun around and sniffed at Kenneth when he saw how completely exhausted he was. He was only human Malchior couldn't entirely suspect that Kenneth had the stamina to keep up with a dragon like himself or a wizard like Rorek. Hell, Kenneth barely believed in magic himself! "Where the hell is "here" scale-face, Raven says it's the Underground City, but this looks more like a fairytale playground. I don't get it …"
The human huffed and stomped to the clearing where he noticed Rorek had plopped himself on to stay up at the sky, obviously wiped out and exhausted. The day was just too much, one thing after the other. There was only so much a wizard of his status could take. However as he was making his way to the wizard, Kenneth stopped to notice that Raven was nowhere in sight, "Raven?"
Softly at first, trying to convince himself that he wasn't thinking what he hoped he wasn't thinking was coming true, "Raven." a little louder, this time loud enough for a distracted Malchior to pick up and too become engrossed in the knowledge that his precious little bird wasn't around.
Her aura … it vanished … nowhere within his radar, "Raven …" leaping into the air with one large bound and flapping his wings, Kenneth and Rorek from below gazed up tensely at the dragon. Startled and frightened at the same time that someone might see him. Malchior didn't care, he was going into a panic … Raven … he couldn't sense her … not her smell, not her aura nothing.
"Raven …" he called out, hovering over the field/meadow … where ever she could have been in the strange world they were in, "Raven!"
"Malchior!" from his head Rorek contacted him and shouted back, "What the hell do you think you're doing? Shut-up and get back here before you give us away! What good are we to Raven if she's –"
Cut off connection.
Malchior spun around, already the worst was in mind … something that he should have perceived … should have known! A trap … "Rorek!"
He called …
He waited …
No reply …
The dragon swooped back down to the grassy field, trying to find the wizard, "Rorek! Kenneth!"
Nothing …
Not even from the human …
The worse was still to come, just like Raven he couldn't sense their auras, couldn't smell them … couldn't pin point where exactly they were. Magic … was a frightening thing at times. Malchior gulped, calling out to all three, he spun around and suddenly felt so lost and confused. An amazing feat for one such as himself because he wasn't just one to loose his cool so easily, "Kenneth! Rorek! Raven!"
Nothing …
No … no … no … not her … not again, Malchior growled and grabbed his hair pulling it so hard so the pain would distract him of certain thoughts and keep him connected to the matter at hand he snarled, Not her … not again … ah! Forget it Malchior! Stop! It was in the past! Keep it there!
Yes … keep it there …
Oh-no …
Oh yes … it's been awhile since our last encounter Malchior'oru Ellris'omus …
Malchior opened his eyes wide and slit them to his dragon state the best he could while in his human body, searching around to try and find him all he could find was nothing … pure loneliness in the middle of nowhere. A sense of anxiety started to rattle his heart, Malchior shook his head, repeating to himself over and over again that it wasn't the past, it wasn't that past, she wasn't Raven and everything was going to be okay.
Ignoring me hatchelling? I'm offended, have you forgotten your manners already young one?
Leave me alone! Malchior snarled back, You don't own me anymore, I rid my veins of your blood!
Maybe … but you'll always be my champion, and you've already done enough to make any sire proud of his clutch. Why if your mother where here –
Bastard! Show me your face so I can rip the scales right off your hide! Do it now!
Ah-ah-ah … temper, temper … that was always your mother's side … she could never hold herself among other females. Especially when it calls for me to divide the clan.
Not good … not good, Malchior flew around the meadow looking for where ever the voice seemed strongest, but he faster he flew the further away it seemed. It was mind-numbingly sickening! It angered him to no end, especially when he couldn't see the face of the father that he renounced as his bloodline, Where are you?
More a demand then a request, Malchior jerked back when a puff of black smoke swirled in front of him, then to his side, then behind him, until he was engulfed. Not willing to give up or give in. Malchior burst forth from the smoke and flew higher to escape it, turning to look down and notice the smoke swivel and float to the ground as if it were alive. The disgruntled dragon watched, as it broke apart into 7 different beings. All human in form when they took a shape of their own.
4 men … 3 women … all of them former states of their dragon selves …
This is one of the fates suffered that Malchior feared when his time should come …
Either the wipe of all existence – meaning every record, every part of yourself besides the memory that those he came in contact with would be erased.
Or an even darker, more sinister turn … he could be turned into a Shadow Dragon.
Shadow Dragons: creatures that were considered pets to the underworld/hell all that jazz. Summoned whenever, wherever, to do whatever their demon/devil/damned soul whichever it is you use, they are to do it with no say, no word, and no protest. There was no way of breaking it, and becoming a servant is something no dragon would wish fate upon their mortal enemies, especially when sent to hell. The darkest cruelest place in all religious existence …
Shadow Dragons are the replicas, a shell of what they once where, but they are virtually dolls with no feeling whatsoever. Which is why his sire is so widely known in every text in what the present day would call "Middle-Earth" because his father had become a Shadow Dragon for all the horrible things he's done. Yet … instead of becoming a pure Shadow Dragon he merged his heart – or halved it like what Malchior had done with Rorek, to a powerful demon's dark, black soul.
That's what the 7 were … and Malchior was willing to bet his father was the one who summoned them for his own pleasures, snarling Malchior spun around when he felt his father's powerful aura full the space behind him. Flying backwards to get a far away from the aura as he could, yet watching the dark cloud take shape into his father's humanoid form.
A stunning resemblance to one another.
Malchior was sick to his stomach, "Well … I see you're still yourself, so where've you been for the passed 10,000 years, last I saw you were someone else's bitch."
Dark, no shine, no nothing, just black, dark eyes took a sinister gaze as the older dragon's lips curved up to an amused smile, "I wouldn't talk my champion, weak enough to succumb to the calling of a crying maiden? Then getting tricked into becoming her servant, she's supposed to become your favorite, not the other way around."
The younger dragon snorted, "Incase you didn't get the notice it was the age of the elves, dragons were slowly being eradicated, taking favorites were likely to get you killed rather then get you a pet. What the hell are you doing here and where are the other three I was with? You have something to do with it, I know you do."
"Ah yes … the three …" his father ran a clawed hand through his pitch black hair thoughtfully, Malchior sneered never licking how closely they looked, remembering when he was younger and his father took him around. The memory of the other dragon's commenting that they looked more like brother's then father and soon. It was sick, and irksome. "… the Titan, the Theif, and the Wizard … strange bunch but a chore nonetheless. My master wants them all since the other hired help …sort of … failed, and you know that failure is never a good thing."
"And what of me?" Malchior growled, "What does your master. Want you to do with me?"
"Simple my champion," his father grinned, his fangs sharp and long, Malchior almost felt like a child in front of him, cause hell he was still considered a child in front of all these Shadow Dragons, compared to them Malchior was only still 17-years-old! His father … Malchior looked up at the humanoid dragon that flapped his large wings, even larger then his own. Making him fell so insignificant.
Plus the memory that his father was the head Dragon – or Grandmaster of the clan he was born into wasn't a very helpful self-esteem-picker-upper. The only time a dragon gets the title of Grandmaster was if you were the most powerful dragon after the former Grandmaster. And his father … killed the Grandmaster when challenged; it was a very big deal back then, because their clan was the strongest and highly educated in the magical arts.
So Malchior had cause for doubt when his father appeared to be transforming slowly, "I was given the order to destroy you … think you can go up against me? I think it be about that time, wouldn't you agree?"
That time … the time when the Sire and his Champion – the male dragon of the clutch that was strong enough to kill his other brothers (if there was any) right after they came out of their egg. Malchior had four other brothers, and he was the runt of the clutch back then. Anyway, the Sire and his Champion was to challenge and see if the Champion really is worthy to carry the family name and bloodline. Malchior gritted his fangs, "Just as long as you tell me where the other's are, I have no qualms with eating your heart out."
"Of course," his father grinned and Malchior took his cue from him to transform into his true form. Both creatures stood on the ground, Malchior snarling and snapping at the older, very much bigger dragon that was his father, his crest big and strong. His scale colors a perfect pitch black, with a hint of red at the wings and underbelly. Both the challengers stood tall and much to Malchior's detest he bowed his head to his Sire, to start off the Dragon Challenge properly.
His father smirked, Malchior growled eyes already glowing a deep scarlet red, "This time I'll put you down for good."
"Best wishes to you my Champion," it sounded sarcastic … it was supposed to be … but a strange flash went through his father's eyes that got Malchior thinking twice. However he shook his head Malchior refused to get distracted by emotion, but it was hard to get that flash out of his head … he looked almost … sad …
Before neither knew what happened next, the 7 other Shadow Dragons all leapt back and away from the fight, watching with great amusement as the first blood was spilled onto the ground. Poisoning the world and burning through the beauty it once was. A pained roar shot through the meadow and the 7 Shadow Dragon's roared with it, creating a lovely song of agony and misery. They didn't care who won; the blood was just driving them all crazy.
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