Dragon Child by Kirkmenistan
Chapter 16 - Under New Management by Kirkmenistan
Author's Notes:
UPDATES!!!
it's been a while, i thank all those who are still faithful to this story.
i HAD to update HP-ADP though, it's been bugging me due to the lack of updates.
The Dwarves were in shock.
For the first time in several millennia they were going topside. Something that only the very oldest even remembered stories of. Ever since the goblin war of 165AD they have hidden from each other. To go topside was to once again incite war. But the King was adamant. King Tranthur 'Dragon King' Hoarfrost had spoken. Besides, they had the dragons on their side now. Not beasts of burden to ride like common horses, but intelligent beings to fight along side with. The metal works had been quick to find a way to armour the massive beasts without compromising on their abilities to fly. The matter of the fact is simple; there isn't much they could do for an ordinary dragon.
They could armour it sure enough, but it became too heavy to do anything but become a lumbering tank. And to do anything to allow it to fly would leave to many vital spots open to attack while covering only a few, hence the armour was nothing but an cumbersome object to be used in tunnel fights. In this situation vast dragons armoured to the state where they would shake the ground with their footsteps. Their fire could roast anything alive to a cinder.
These marvellous metallic beasts would join the dwarves armies, provided that they didn't succumb to the desire for meat. Hence only the older and larger dragons were trusted, hence the difficulty in armouring the dragons.
In the tunnels the offspring of the old alpha would rule. Big heavy things with earth shattering strength.
In the open however, it was Jet's young that ruled the skies. Their quick nimble movements allowed them to dodge anything thrown at them. Their vicious weaponry capable of destroying almost anything they went against.
Jet on the other hand was enjoying a rather extensive history lesson on who he was supposed to be, this Harry Potter. The-Lost-Boy-Who-Vanished. How Neville Longbottom braved torture by the dark lord himself and how Harry's family was killed by Voldemort's underlings, not killing Harry, rather leaving him in the burning house to die. Apparently this Boy-Who-Survived was quite the thing in England. And apparently rather skilled.
The dwarves explained with glee at how Neville's Battleaxe of a grandmother ignored all advice and threw her child into training. Apparently urged on by the torture of his parents he grew in strength and power. At the age of nine and a half he was quite the accomplished duellist.
Jet wanted to avoid him. Not because of fear, but simply because he felt that the second he got anywhere near that situation he would get sucked into it. He had enough going on at the moment.
He knew that his family was killed, and that he would want revenge. But he would not seek it out brashly like before. Remembering past cases, where there had been near fatal consequences. Taking out the old alpha and confronting the goblins. All were little ripples in a much larger pond, and he and the dwarves were about to drop a rather large bolder into said pond, destroying the perfect image with their intrusion.
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The goblins were worried. The entire dragon reserve where they had harvested and collected dragons and their ingredients for hundreds of years was purchased virtually overnight. The old dragon keepers were moved out, more like kicked out. There were whispers from the keepers about strong wards being erected almost instantaneously as the last man left. The signs were clear; Dwarves were emerging into the world once more.
The large fort that popped up overnight was also a sign that they were back.
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Jet was enjoying his new life. He was now under the name of Jetor Griechman. In his opinion the rather stupid last name ensured that all would call him Jetor or possibly Jet depending on the situation.
He was currently learning Magic as they called in some of its forms. The most exiting for Jet at the moment was Dwarf Magic. This wasn't so much as magic more the creation and charging of what they called runes. They looked strangely familiar to some of the dragon scripts. Carefully jet commenced to test these new 'runes'. One was particularly amazing. The dragon symbol for Protect. A long spiral that ended in a scale. This was tentatively charged by the dwarven mages, expecting it to blow up in their faces. Only to discover that the rune sucked up all the magic they could give it. Eventually it commenced to glow softly, a sign of a successful charging. The slab of stone onto which the rune was carved was now under the effect of an unknown rune.
A dwarf threw a rock at it. Said rock vanished once it had gotten too close.
Another dwarf placed a rock upon it using his magic, nothing happened. This system continued. Harmful spells were destroyed; harmless ones or ones that would not affect it passed through and hit it.
Eventually a dwarf levitated the stone very high. As he released the spell and the stone fell to the ground, it began to slow down.
The dwarves were in awe at this new system of runes. They were semi intelligent intent based wards. Anything that meant harm could not exist around it.
Further testing was done. Eventually a bear that the dragons captured and transported down into the cavern was controlled by the beast master's. They were a strange group of the dwarves who had an uncanny ability with creatures that were not sentient. They calmed the beast, and lead it inside the ward scheme. It lay down peacefully within the wards. A rabbit was conjured. Although the bear's behaviour was aggressive, it was not towards the rune stone and hence it was spared. Once the beast speakers had ordered the bear to attack the rock, it stopped suddenly, and then it fell to the ground. Further examination of the bear discovered its brains had vanished.
These runes were dangerous. They would not harm you so long as you did not harm them. But one move in the wrong direction and you would be struck down using minimal effort on the part of the rock.
This was yet another example of the benefits the dwarves drew from their relationship with the dragons, and this was only one symbol the dragons used among thousands.
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On the edges of the dragon enclosure, the ward lines kept the dragons and the new occupants in. Large herds of beef cows were brought in from specialised breeders. Spelled to produce masses of offspring quickly and safely. Soon the once barren section of land that was scorched by flames was an almost natural ecosystem with greenery, trees, cows, and the odd screaming as one of said cows was flown away carried by a dragon.
In the centre where the wards started was the star crystal that Jet had gifted to the Dwarf King Tranthur. Currently residing deep in the dungeons of the marble fortress the Dwarves had built there for both him and as a distraction to their enemies. Hundreds of runes were glimmering on it's surface, they were charged with the fire of hundreds of dragons, inscribed upon it were several new runes made from dragons script that puzzled many of the future magical Curse Breakers over the world.
It was on the top of this marble construction that Jet stood, watching over his domain. He saw the fire of the wards, the strong, almost animalistic strength they held within them. He saw them concentrate at a point to the southeast. His eyes focused further upon this point. He spied little green things.
Goblins.
Brave little buggers. Probably trying to gain entry to the reserve to try and steal more hatchlings. He would have to make an appearance for this lot. Shifting to his more developed human form he whistled for Redclaw. She flew him to the attempted breach in the wards. There were fifty goblins were screaming at the top's of their lungs trying to breach the wards, crying out every combination of breakers they knew of. It was an interesting lesson from Jet's point of view. As the cries of the warriors behind the mage goblins sunk through they saw the part human thing known as Jet behind the ward lines.
G What brings you here goblins. G
The leader, who Harry recognised as the one he 'dealt' with in the bank, stepped forwards towards the ward lines, his teeth bared and snarling.
G You killed my brother. G
G Really? How? G
G You commanded your namesake to kill him. G
Jet laughed at this one.
G My namesake? You think that The Lord of the Romanian dragon clan was both my namesake and under my control? Ridiculous! G
G Why? G
The goblins were becoming decidedly feral now. Staring at this puny human in their way. They would sweep him aside with the ease of a wind blowing away a small leaf.
Again, Jet's skin hardened into scales, his pupils became slits, his teeth into fangs.
G I warned you Goblins… Yet you refuse to listen, don't you? G
The regiment of goblins stared on in shock, awe and horror as the young man morphed into the fully mature dragon known to their world as Jet.
The senior manager that had called this war party to order was now quivering in front of his unit, shaking with fear at the thing that stood before him. Its massive head lowered itself to his height. The four hateful eyes bored into his own. His rear leg slammed into the ground, startling the other goblins. This was the signal, swarms of dwarves appeared through hidden tunnel entrances placed at even intervals around the edge of the ward lines.
The two hundred goblins were quickly outnumbered heavily by the forces on the other side of the wards.
A rumbling voice resounded through their ranks.
q73; Leave This Place Goblin! D
The goblins looked to behind Jet, and there they saw another equally as large black dragon. It's hide grizzled and old, its scales scratched and gouged here and there. This was a dragon of legend. This was one of the oldest Dragons that they knew of. This was the Keeper. And he was pissed.
Little did Jet know the Elder had recently discovered that his Norwegian Ridgeback mate had laid a large clutch of Eggs, he did not wish his own fate upon his young. The three large dragons and the hundreds of dwarves created a force large enough in the goblin's mind's to cause a strategic retreat to occur. Otherwise known as the 'run like hell!' strategy.
Jet was feeling rather pleased with himself as he watched the screaming goblins flee, then he saw the Elder. He looked resigned.
q73; They will come again young one, and they will strike hard. D
A Dwarven Speaker in the group spoke up.
q73; And we will weather the storm as our anvils stand up to hammers. D
q73; And when they break through? D
The Elder's sharp remark cut back at the dwarf's over confidence in their wards.
q73; the marks are new and untested in battle. We don't know what will happen if they fail. D
q73; Elder, do not worry about the goblins. I have a promise to repay. D
q73; No Jet! Don't you dare retaliate! D
q73; WHY?! D
q73; Violence Begets more violence. To do so would be to insight war upon the clan for centuries. Do you want that for Redclaw? For Silence? This is an enemy you do not comprehend the size nor power of. D
Jet's head lowered with regret for the Elder's words were true. His body slumped from its pumped up rage.
q73; Forgive me Elder, I have wronged you. D
The Elder's voice was calmer and caring as he forgave his young protégé. So very young.
Jet flew to his cave, in the hillside. He liked to come here now and then to relax or let of steam. Redclaw followed at a distance. Jet needed to calm down.
As she entered the cave some time later she observed her mate standing in the middle of the excavated cave, she watched as he pushed his fire out into the world with strength she had never seen before, gouging holes in the rock with a flick of the dagger he held. Lifting pieces of stone, changing their size, shape, and material. Shattering the boulder into tiny pieces that circulated his body like a ring of debris surrounds a planet. This swarm of rock grinded to a halt, it then blasted out in all directions. It would have hurt her had Jet not noticed at the last second and diverted the flow of rocks.
Quickly shifting from his human form as he ran over to Redclaw to apologise repeatedly for nearly harming her. His tongue snaking out and licking her face.
q73; You know I love you Redclaw? I would never harm you. D
q73; I know, it was just scary seeing you like that. D
q73; It's alright. I promise, it's going to be alright. D
That night the couple slept in the cave, Silence joining them some time later once she realised they weren't sleeping in the underwater cave, drawing comfort from each other at the oncoming storm.
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