Well, last night had been fun! I'd helped Gobber in the Smithy and, whenever he wasn't looking, used a bit of magic to maim and or kill a dragon.
Though there were many casualties that night, we only lost one person. Her name was Eggingard. She was a young lady in her late teens, only a year or two older than I.
I was still in shock. On the island, we'd grown up to believe that dragons were peaceful creatures. I-I still couldn't comprehend this.
The weirdest part? I have this weird feeling, I'm not sure about it, but it's lodged in my gut anyhow. I think there was only one dragon. Yeah, crazy, right?
But still, I remember choking one of the dragons when Gobber was 'needed out there' he choked it to death using vines. But instead of dying, it simply disappeared into smoke.
Really though, this was weird…
Oh, yeah, and the weather hadn't really cleared up either. Currently it was summer, but Gothi said a storm was coming, that it'd be a big one. And, although I don't want to admit it, I know she is right. All the omens are around us. All the magical omens to indicate that this wouldn't just be some 'freak weather incident'. Someone is cursing us.
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I land on the ground, panting. I've been flying for four days straight, barely a rest or drink or meal.
I'm exhausted as I stop holding the spell and collapse onto the sandy beach in my human form. Aah!
I shiver. It is cold, and I haven't the energy to create a fire for myself, or a shelter… or food.
I just lay there, shaking, and wonder to myself if this is how it all ends…
If this is how I die…
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Her name is Queen Mielle. I am in the Kingdom of the Lost Spirits, a tribe of, well… lost spirits…
Last night she explained to me why I was brought here:
Long ago, a mighty sorcerer named Asdrmjir lived in these lands, it was a time of peace and magic. Everyone was happy. The sorcerer's sons were Adaeus and Strolfur.
Now, Asdrmjir had a gem, a very powerful gem, forged from the blood of himself as well as his ancestors, a gem which would only grow more powerful by age as the firstborn son merged his blood with it.
A local King, Philaemus wanted the gem for his son, Dracurt, believing it would make his boy invincible, lusting over the power for the gem. The way to get it?
Dracurt was friends with Adaeus, he planted all sorts of things in his head, things that turned him against his family. Strolfur, who was the eldest, was in line for the gem. Dracurt convinced Adaeus to steal the gem, told him that they'd split the gem's power.
That was a lie, of course. However, one thing neither boy knew, was that the gem could only ever be given, never stolen, and when Adaeus snuck the gem from his father's pocket, it killed him on the spot.
His father wept and the gem, once a blessing to the land, was what his father used to curse it, so that all under King Philaemus's rule would suffer, handing it to Strolfur and instructing him to hide it, before ripping out his throat with his own hands.
They live on lands cursed since Philaemus's time, lands that are forever cursed until and unless one of his blood may bring back the gem.
I'm one of his blood. And while I normally wouldn't trust them, wouldn't let my guard down, wouldn't even try to help them. There's one thing they have over me, one piece of information I need.
See, if I succeed, Queen Mielle's going to tell me about my mother.
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:))) done!
tsk, tsk, things can only go south from here…
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-httyd4eva
peace out yo;P