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17. –Rubies
It was not sadness, but anger like it had been the time Dorran tricked me into morphing for the first time, that made me change forms now.
The tall man watched in silent amazement as the beautiful silver scales erupted from my skin, my bones elongated, and my teeth became pointed and sharp. I towered over him after transforming completely, my jaws bared in a snarl.
But what was surprising was that he didn't look deathly afraid of me, but just curious. I snarled menacingly at him, interested to know as to why he wasn't cowering in fear, or running away from me.
Then the same probing feeling broke through my minds barriers and a deep, strangely familiar voice echoed around my head in a language I couldn't understand, yet knew what it meant at the same time.
Eka fricai un Shur'tugal, the voice said, and I immediately relaxed, but had no idea why I trusted the voice so much.
"I am a rider and friend." I was startled out of my thoughts as the man in front of me spoke, his voice sounding exactly like the one in my head.
Then it all became clear. "What right do you have to go inside my mind?!" I roared at him loudly, watching with satisfaction as he stumbled back a few steps, shock plastered on his handsome face.
My anger flared again and I advanced on him, my fangs bared and my wings outstretched as far as I could in the limited space. But then his face was calm once again and I suddenly felt myself becoming tired, even though I had slept for a good few hours.
My wings drooped, my shoulder muscles unable to hold them up anymore. My eyelids fluttered and became heavy, and I knew that he was doing it somehow; making my want to sleep, but I could resist him.
I forced my eyes open, becoming increasingly angry as his powers grew stronger and I saw him concentrating harder, his right hand glowing with abnormal red light.
I roared angrily and saw, to my amazement, a torrent of liquid fire erupt from my open mouth, straight onto the man.
The fire stopped coming and I took a long, deep breath.
I expected to see the charred remains of the strange person in front of me, but he was still intact, but looking tired and worn.
I took that opportunity to attack, and crouched down to pounce on him. I sprang up, my claws outstretched; ready to rip him to shreds. But then something rock solid smashed into my side, causing me to crash into a tree, hitting my head on the hard bark.
I hissed through the growing black spots obscuring my vision. My head felt like it had been split in two. I got to my feet, eyes streaming, and once again took up a defensive position.
The creature that had crashed into me was now stationed in front of the man that had tried to kill me.
In the dim light I could just make out the dark red shade of the things scales and knew instantly that it was a dragon. The dragon was even larger than Dorran, its head towering high over mine.
But I was not going to be intimidated by its size and prepared to attack, my tail thrashing so hard that the scales on it tore off bark from the trees that were unfortunate enough to come in contact with it.
But then a deep growling voice echoed throughout my mind, the tone annoyed and slightly inquisitive.
We will not harm you unless you attack us, it said, and I realized that it was the dragon talking.
I snorted and replied, "Tell that to your human friend," only to receive looks of surprise from the dragon and leaving the human to fidget with his sword in embarrassment.
May I enquire as to what your name is? The dragon asked, true curiosity resounding in my head.
I considered telling him the truth; it could do no harm, could it?
But then again, these were dangerous strangers and I probably shouldn't trust them in case they somehow managed to use that information against me.
You can trust us, the dragons' voice growled in my head, then he repeated it in the same strange language as they had both used before.
"Tell me yours first, and do not lie." I told them, turning the question in my favour.
They seemed to consider the consequences of telling me that information, I saw the mans head twitch slightly in what looked like a suppressed head shake, and I knew they were conversing within their minds.
The man shrugged his shoulders and addressed me for the time. "My name is Murtagh, and this is Thorn, my dragon. Now what is your name?" He seemed reluctant to tell the truth, but he knew that it was the only way to get me to tell them.
I sighed; there was no way out of this now.
"My name is Kalanie, and was it your campsite I woke up in?" I asked.
I saw something flash through Murtaghs' eyes, but he answered anyway.
"Yes, it is, and may I ask as to how you came about the power to transform as you do?" He replied, his wording careful, as if he thought that if he asked nicely I would tell him outright. Well, that wasn't going to happen.
My face immediately became a stony mask, completely free of emotion. I did not answer, and Murtagh did not repeat the question, obviously sensing that I was not comfortable with talking about that with strangers.
"Well anyway, why are you roaming the forest so far from the nearest village?" He asked, probably trying to break the silence.
"That, I believe, is none of your business." I replied bluntly, not willing to get into the truth.
Thorn growled softly at that, but I paid no heed, focusing instead on escaping the two. A plan formed in my mind, simple, but almost guaranteed to work.
Bu before my idea could go into action there was a series of thunderous growling emitting from the shadows behind me.
The dragon and his rider glanced wildly at the dark trees, Murtagh drawing his gleaming silver sword.
But I recognized those sounds and relief flooded throughout my entire body, and when two huge wolf forms detached themselves from the shadows a clear, deep voice resounded around my mind.
When I say fly, leap into the sky and get away as fast as possible, Dorran thought to me.
Confusion clouded my head, but I did not ask questions and instead proceeded to watch the fight before me.
Dorran and his brother, Faolan, were circling Murtagh and Thorn, teeth bared and claws tearing up the soil.
"We do not wish to fight, Sons of the Moon, so cease to attack us and you shall not be harmed." Murtagh said, repeating once again in the strange language.
But the wolves did not listen and continued to growl menacingly, never relaxing their attack positions.
Stop, do as he says! I roared into their minds, but it seemed to make no difference, they crouched down, ignoring the sword being slashed through the air threateningly.
I growled loudly, then morphed into my wolf form, as I no longer needed to go from human to beast any longer since the strange spiritual gathering. My gleaming silver scales were replaced with sleek moon-coloured fur, my wings absorbed into my back and my bones shortening somewhat.
When I was fully transformed once again I leapt in between the dragon rider and the wolves, growling as loud as I could.
"ENOUGH!" I roared, startling the fighters.
Dorran looked surprised at my sudden outburst, but Faolan continued to skulk forward, his pointed ears lying flat against his glossy head.
It was obvious he would not listen to me, so I did the only logical thing and pounced on him. I bowled him over, my teeth chomping down on his ears. Stop! I hissed into his mind, and he grunted, annoyed.
I leapt off him and he got up hastily, his head tilted downwards, eyes glaring at the ground.
Dorran and I morphed back into our human forms, followed by Faolan who would still not look at anyone, his eyes focussed on the soil.
I glanced over at Murtagh and saw something flash across his face, but in the dark I could not make out what the emotion was. He stepped forwards; his sword sheathed, and addressed all of us at once.
"You all have unique talents, and I wonder, would you be interested in joining us on our travels?" He asked, slow and careful so that what he said would stay in our heads.
I glanced sideways at Dorran, this could be what we were looking for to start our journey, I am pretty sure that it was this pair that I saw in my dream. By travelling with them we might be able to stop him from killing the other rider and his dragon, I thought to him, and I saw his head twitch in a nod, agreeing with me.
But what of Faolan? He asked me, concerned about his brother.
I turned to face the brown haired boy next to me, will you be joining us? I asked him, scanning his features for visible signs of hearing me.
His face gave away nothing, but his voice echoed through my mind, I will.
I nodded slightly and turned to Murtagh who had been watching the silent exchange intently.
"We will accompany you," I told him, "but if you plan to murder us in our sleep, just know that we have amazing reflexes and that we could slit your throat before you could lay a hand of either of us." I grinned at him, morphing my teeth alone so that when I smiled he jumped back, crashing into Thorns side as he did.
All three of us burst into laughter, tears streaming down our eyes as the rider tried to regain his composure.
I waved my hands for the werewolves to stop then stated, "Now that that is out of the way, let us get started on this adventure!"
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