hey, sorry i havent updated in forever, but i'm still sick, so try not to kill me or anything :D
this chapter is rather depressing, but im not gonna ruin the surprise.. :D
claimer: i own pretty much everything right now, except everything that belongs to CP... darn
enjoy!!
28.-Blood dawn
My talons clutched at the rock so that I did not fall backwards out of the mouth of the cave and into the icy depths below. The cave was warm after being lit by the sun for the whole day, but it was dark and near impossible to see anything, even with the aid of the bright starlight.
I heard Dorran shuffle around in front of me and then there was a sudden explosion of light and crackling flames. The intense heat pleasantly warming my scales after my flight through the clouds. Dorran had gathered a bunch of dry grass that had bundled at the back of the cave and he had set them alight, his silhouetted face glimmering in the flickering light.
"This place is amazing." I whispered, closing my eyes to drink in the spectacular atmosphere and savor it.
"Yes, it is." He replied, his deep voice resounding around the cave.
"Hey, Dorran, I was thinking, where did the black dragon egg come from in the first place?" I asked, my eyes now open and true curiosity sparking my interest.
His onyx eyes closed and I felt sadness roll off of him. I could tell he did not want to talk about it, but this was important, it had changed my life after all, so I felt I had a right to know. His eyes opened and regarded my closely, the dark onyx orbs miserable.
"The egg had been passed down from pack member to pack member, in the hope that one of us would turn out to be a dragon rider, and then we could take over this land and overthrow the king. With our wolf powers aiding us we are many times stronger than a regular human, and can even match the physical power of an elf, without the magical ability." He said, his eyes downcast and staring at his claws.
"But if the only reason they passed it down was so that one of them could be a dragon rider, isn't the fact that we can both transform into dragons and wolves better than just having one new rider?" I asked him, watching in satisfaction as his face lit up with understanding.
"Yes, that is true!" he grinned, looking like a young boy once again, one that had not seen the destruction of half his pack.
"Wow, I cannot believe you never realized that before." I said mockingly, my face stretched in a smile.
He snorted, and then his form started vibrating, his bones shortening and his scales and wings absorbing back into his body. Soon he was the same dark-haired, tan-skinned boy he had been when I had first met him. I smiled and transformed too and sat cross-legged across the fire from him, looking over the form I rarely saw of him now.
"Glad to be in clothes once again?" I joked, referring to what he had said earlier in the tunnels.
"Ecstatic." He replied, his dark eyes dancing with the reflection of the flames.
I laughed and scooted closer to the fire, my body already losing the warmth of the flames that was inside of me when I was a dragon.
"Dorran, I forgot to ask, but where did you get the name Casiphia from?" I whispered to him, glancing at his weather tanned face.
He did not speak for what seemed like hours, and I was just about to tell him to forget I asked, when he said, "It was my mothers name, and I thought it suited you." I swear I saw a tear slip down his grimy face and mark the dust-strewn ground beneath him.
"It is a beautiful name, and I am flattered that you would allow me to carry the same name as her." I whispered, already knowing that she was one of the casualties from the fire. More drops fell, and I skirted the dieing fire and wrapped an arm around his broad shoulders, resting my head on his shoulder. I remained silent for the rest of the night, staring out onto the shimmering starlit lake below until I fell asleep to the sound of the hissing fire and the night creatures surrounding us.
Something hard nudged my shoulder and I drifted back to consciousness, my brain fuzzy and unfocussed. My eyes opened and I regarded the grinning face in front of me with a feeling of annoyance.
"Sorry, did I wake you?" Dorran chuckled, obviously not in the least bit apologetic.
I growled and sat up, glancing around the cave, the fire nothing but a burnt pile of twigs and ashes. A soft orange light engulfed the cave and I turned my attention to the sky outside and gasped.
Straight in front of me, between two mountains, was the rising sun; only one half of the giant orb showing and the whole sky surrounding it was blood red, catching the lake below on fire.
All in all, the sight was pretty breathtaking.
Dorran smirked at my expression; I probably looked pretty vacant as I stared at the astounding sight before me. I smiled and turned to him, "Want to fly?" I asked, already focusing on the magnificent silver dragon that was hidden somewhere deep inside of me.
He smiled, "What are we waiting for?" he said, then he jumped off the edge of the cave, screaming with pure joy and the thrill of the fall.
I sighed, boys.
But then of course there was no way I was going to miss out on something that amazing. So I made my way to the entrance of the cave, and leapt off, the wind engulfing my body and my hair whipping away from my face.
Then I morphed, the silver scales covering my form and the wings appearing out of my skin. But I kept my wings locked at my sides as I plummeted through the sky, watching Dorrans dark form being swallowed by the crystal clear water below.
I sucked in a sharp breath as the lake rushed up to greet me, then I dropped like a stone into the icy depths, adrenaline coursing through my veins as I sank deeper through the now murky water. I turned and faced the red light of the dawn, my talons clawing at the water as I made my way to the surface, my lungs burning, desperate for oxygen.
Then my head broke the barrier between water and sky and I sucked in deep greedy breaths of the sweet morning air, water droplets spraying everywhere and the golden sun causing them to catch on fire. I glanced around; expecting to see a giant onyx head bursting out of the water by me, but Dorran was nowhere to be seen.
Dorran, where are you? I sent through our mental link, hoping to reach him. Relief washed through me as his deep voice echoed around my head, but what he said made my senses go automatically on high alert.
Kalanie, come here, there is something you have to see, but be on guard! His tone was urgent and I entered his mind to try to find out where 'here' was. I caught a flash of a shimmering silver form in the middle of the lake from a couple of miles away and realized that it was me and turned around wildly, trying to figure which way he was facing.
As I turned in his eyes my face was suddenly facing him and I glanced up to see a dark shape halfway out of one of the numerous caves carved into the mountainside. I dove down into the water a couple of feet, then propelled myself with my tail and shot out of the icy liquid, snapping my wings out and catching the wind as I soared up, heading for the cave. I reached it and landed beside Dorran and stopped dead when my brain registered the sight before me.
Huddled in the center of the cave was a body, three deep gauges running the width of the form. Piercing the heart was a gleaming silver sword, adorning the hilt was a figure of a serpent, the cold sapphire eyes glaring at me.
I glanced at the face of the corpse and my heart stopped beating.
It was Arya.
She was dead.
sorry, but i just had to kill her, it just makes the story go along better...and plus i've never really liked her ;D
the moral to this story...never get on my bad side
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