A/N: Three chapters this time! You'll want to start reading at "The Twilight Onslaught" if you haven't already."
Away from the eyes of his kin, a once-great wyrm kneeled before Deathwing the Destroyer.
"My lord," Arygos said. "Kalecgos has become Aspect of the Blue Dragonflight."
Deathwing's fiery eyes were fixed on the son of Malygos. He didn't speak, didn't move, for what seemed like forever. Finally, he drove his talons into the ground next to Arygos, dangerously close to the blue wyrm.
"You have failed, Arygos," Deathwing's voice echoed through the twilight camp. Countless twilight drakes lined the walls, watching, waiting like vultures.
"I am sorry, my lord," Arygos pressed his head to the ground.
"What do you have to say for yourself?" Deathwing said.
"Nothing, my lord," Arygos said. He looked as though he was trying to push himself further into the ground.
"Then there is one punishment for failure," Deathwing said.
The Aspect's talons tore themselves from the ground and came down on top of Arygos, twisting as they did so. Arygos was no small creature by any standard, but he couldn't even put up a semblance of a struggle against the Destroyer. After mere moments, Deathwing lifted his foot, revealing Arygos's body. The blue wyrm's body had been twisted, and was covered in burns and gashes. He was clearly not long for the world. With Arygos dealt with, Deathwing turned his attention to the drake Mensagosa, who was standing in a corner, flanked by two twilight drakes, a horrified expression on her face.
"Return to Coldarra, whelp," Deathwing said. "We will follow. Guide the way for the flight that shall be the end of yours."
For the first time in a long time, the atmosphere in Coldarra was joyous. The new Spellweaver was going around speaking to the dragons of his flight, hoping to personally meet as many as he could. Dragons of all ages, dragonspawn, and almost all the flight's dragonsworn were feasting and playing games. Despite the losses the flight had taken over the past few years and the challenges that still faced them in the present, there was finally hope. The Blue Dragonflight had a new, sane Aspect. After ten thousand years without hope, it seemed like the Blue Dragonflight really could rise again.
A few blue drakes were playing a game far above Coldarra, chasing a ball of light. At one point, Kalecgos joined them, much to the delight of the flight. Within Coldarra's caves, a few mothers had returned to their eggs to tell them of the events that had occurred. Near the base of the Nexus, a few drakonids were playing with a swarm of azure whelplings. For all their associations with ice and snow, for all they had suffered since the flight first arrived on the brink of extinction, the Blue Dragonflight at its heart was lively. To the dragons in Coldarra, it seemed like the first time in forever that they'd been able to show it.
Amidst all the joy, Mensagosa's return went unnoticed.
So did those who followed her, until it was too late. No one had noticed Deathwing's approach until his fiery scales were plainly visible above the ridges of Coldarra. Nobody had noticed the host of twilight dragons until their wings, thousands upon thousands of them, blotted out the moons and stars. By then, it was far too late for anyone to do anything about it.
Several blue dragons, especially the drakes that had been playing just moments ago, began to panic. The twilight dragons spread and began to swarm. Deathwing, however, had eyes for only one.
"Deathwing!" Kalecgos called. "You have made a mistake coming here this day!"
"Fool," Deathwing replied. "I have already won."
The former Aspect of Earth dove at Kalecgos, who managed to dodge out of the way. At the same time, although it seemed impossible, the twilight dragons just kept coming. There were so many of them, much too many, far more than the dragonflights had thought possible. The majority were drakes, but among the twilight horde were adults, some the size of wyrms. Such dragons had not been seen among twilight forces until today.
Kalecgos unleashed a blast of arcane energy, hitting Deathwing squarely in the shoulder. Kalecgos was a new Aspect, however, and had not yet had time to gain his full power. Deathwing was hardly hindered by Kalecgos's magic, and lunged for the Spellweaver once again. His talons cut deep into the Blue Aspect's flanks, and he roared in pain.
"You are no true Aspect," Deathwing said.
While the two Aspects battled, the Blue Dragonflight was faring poorly in the battle around them. Countless dragons had fallen already, far more blue than twilight. In some parts of Coldarra, the snow was turning red. At one point, during the fighting, Deathwing and Kalecgos, talons locked, slammed into a part of the Nexus. The spells that kept the Nexus floating began to fail, causing much of the structure and several platforms to come crashing down. Around them, a few twilight dragons were strafing the ground with shadowfire, taking out dragonspawn and other members of the Blue Dragonflight's ground forces.
Kalecgos fought valiantly. Still, it was obvious that he could not match Deathwing, the most powerful of the Aspects, especially since he had not been empowered through traditional means. Resistance from the Blue Dragonflight was located only in small, quickly dwindling pockets, and more and more twilight dragons seemed to be joining Deathwing in the fight against Kalecgos. The Blue Aspect took a moment to look over the battlefield. Deathwing's onslaught was halted- he would allow Kalecgos to take one last look.
"Look what has become of your dragonflight," Deathwing taunted.
"You have left me nothing to fight for," Kalecgos said. "But I will not dishonor the fallen by surrendering."
Kalecgos and Deathwing's battle did not last much longer. Deathwing, at last, managed to tear Kalecgos apart. The second Aspect of Magic coughed as his life ebbed away, his blood spilling out onto ground that was once sacred to the Blue Dragonflight. The Twilight Dragonflight went to work eliminating what was left of the blues, and then went to work retrieving their eggs. The Blue Dragonflight had never stood a chance, being so heavily outnumbered, but they had fought to the bitter end. Very few blue dragons had managed to survive their fall, and even more would bleed out in the hours to come. The twilight dragons had been very thorough in their work.
Any who were to behold Coldarra in the aftermath would've described it as the site of a massacre rather than a battle. On the land they had considered home, the Blue Dragonflight lay dying.