Chapter 41-New Dragons
{Makiar -narrator}
I gaze down at the limp black dragon below me. His eyes are closed and he begins to stir slightly. Tronay and Finca walk over to see what has me so curious. They step back once they see the dragon. I close my eyes and concentrate, allow my magic to flow into the dragon and transform him into a human.
I grab him and throw him onto my back.
Let us go, I growl.
I growl and make a portal to take us to the Dominion of the Beasts. Once it's done, the three of us enter. We leave the portal and Finca and myself stretch out our wings and take to the sky. A few hours later as we soar over Twilight Forest, I see that Finca is lowering to the trees under her, I wonder why?
{Finca-narrator}
I land on the forest floor and stretch out.
Sorry for this Tronay but it won't take long, I growl as I begin to lay my eggs.
Tronay watches with curiosity that matched my daughter, Ruby's, own as she saw me lay the clutch of eggs that gave us Ziggurat. One of the eggs is light blue and the other is pink. Pink eggs are rare, I"m not sure why though. Tronay picks up the eggs and draws out a green backpack from within her cloak, that cloak is rather useful its it? Once she does that, Tronay places my two eggs inside the pack.
I stretch my wings out and she jumps on. We decide to go and catch up with Makiar and once we reach where she was before we lowered down, we look around for her.
"She isn't here!" Tronay yells to me over the wind.
She isn't, I comment and suddenly sense something.
Near Twilight Forest a large beast is destroying the forest bit by bit. Trees are being tore from the ground and grass and animals are dying.
Come! I scream and dive down to where it is . . .
Makiar screams as pain racks her body.
I thought that I could control my empathic powers by now but I was wrong!
She screams again and more of Twilight Forest is reduced to wood chips and mulch. Makiar looks up to see the faint outline of Finca and Tronay coming toward her.
No they can't come!
With that she throws a fireball toward the two. Finca swiftly dodges it and continues to come closer. Makiar cries as another ripple of pain lashes through her and sends a blast of physic energy toward the two.
No! Finca! Tronay!
Makiar screams and rises onto her back legs, roaring as she does do.
Finca and Tronay stay away from here! Leave me and return to the Guardian chamber!
Finca halts for a second, probably talking it over with Tronay.
Very well Makiar, Finca growls as she flies off.
Later that night Makiar is still within Twilight Forest, or what's left of it. Her empathic powers have gotten so out of control that the whole forest had almost been destroyed. She sits in a ring of destruction, her red scales duller and her yellow eyes almost pale yellow.
I knew it was time. My empathic strength goes out of control every thousand years, she mutters as more pain lashes through her already battered and bruised body.
She lifts her head, sensing an approaching dragon. She blinks when she realizes that it's Szar. Once he lands beside her, she sobs against his black shoulders.
What have I done, she moans. I put Finca, Tronay, and even Kesar in danger.
Szar lowers his head and rests it on top of hers.
You didn't know, he mutters. It wasn't your fault.
Although Szar tries to comfort Makiar, his words only make things worse for the red dragoness.
I failed my son. I've failed Nor'ac's wish for Eon to be gone! Now I've failed Kesar and left him out here to suffer my rage. It's just like what happened back in paradise, Makiar shrieks as tears stream down her face.
Szar draws back at hearing the two dragon's names.
Was Kesar the Great Leviathan, Makiar?
Yes, he used to be called Kesar but after his mind and body where twisted into the form of a serpent, he changed his name to the Great Leviathan, Makiar answers.
Eon's crystal was shattered when Tronay destroyed the Orichalcos, Szar hums as he nuzzles the red dragoness.
It was?
Yes, Szar growls softly.
For the remainder of the night, the two dragons stay in the remains of Twilight Forest.
The next morning Makiar awakens to find that Szar hasn't left her side. Her empathic powers have calmed down and she collapses to the ground, weakened by yesterday's events. Szar awakens and looks over at Makiar.
I've missed her, he growls to himself.
Makiar groans and her claws scrape the ground below her. She finally stops struggling and quiets down. Szar becomes worried but after a moment Makiar moves her head.
The egg has been laid, she growls.
Szar gets to his feet and walks over to see a red egg laying beside Makiar.
Will it be bound to a human? Szar asks.
No, Makiar answers. This one will be free to do what it wants.
With that Makiar lays her head on the grass and closes her eyes.
The egg could have been destroyed if she laid it during the destruction of Twilight Forest, Szar growls as he looks at the egg.
Szar hisses and a stream of dark energy flies out of his mouth and surrounds the egg.
This should do nicely, he growls, his eyes turning red.
When Makiar awakens, she finds that Szar is gone but the egg is still beside her.
Where did Szar go? She wonders for a second before turning her attention to the egg.
A scream of a Guardian suddenly reaches her, but it sounds different from normal; it sounds blood churning and streaked with evil.
No! It can't be him! Makiar screams as she stands up.
Szar appears over the top of several trees nearby, his eyes red. He screams and lunges toward Makiar. She forces herself into the air and avoids his fatal swoop.
Szar listen to me. Snap out of it! Makiar shrieks.
Her words do nothing to the black dragon and Szar merely growls.
You betrayed me, he growls.
Betrayed you? How?
It's then that Makiar notices the amulet around Szar's neck has turned from purple to green, the same shade of green as the Orichalcos was.
No, she thinks. It can't be back!
Szar growls softly as Makiar stares with horror at the amulet.
Surprised? He asks.
Makiar growls at his question and refuses to answer.
The powers of darkness can never vanish, Szar growls. The Orichalcos has a new host. One that's far stronger than the Leviathan! That host is me!
He roars and Makiar is almost thrown backwards by its force but she stops herself.
Szar listen to me! Fight it! Makiar screams.
The dragon you knew as Szar is no longer, Protector!
Makiar growls softly at this, know did they find out about her being a Protector? Szar merely growls and attempts to run into her. Makiar dodges the attack and halts, her breathing labored and coming with short gasps.
I never knew it took this much strength to fight another dragon, she growls.
That is because you are fighting me . . .
Makiar screams as the black dragon gets his right clawed forepaw around her neck.
Meanwhile, Santerous, who had awoken once the power of the Seal was broken, was walking through the forest. His hand cautiously stayed on his sword in case he needed it. Since awakening, he had found that to his dismay that anything white or even anything that dealt with light, he was terrified of. Santerous shook his head sadly and continued to walk in the dim lighting of what remained of Twilight Forest. Word had spread quickly that the Protector Dragon Makiar was to blame but of course that was not possible.
Whatever had caused it had to be something a lot worse then a fire dragon losing their temper.
Welcome back master.
A sudden voice split the Atlantean's thoughts and Santerous raised his head to look for a source of the sound.
"Who's out there?" He asked.
Your old friend, the voice growled.
Santerous instantly pulls his sword from its brown sheath.
"Show yourself!" The enraged Atlantean roared.
As you wish, came the reply.
A tall, male dragon stepped out of the shadows. Santerous relaxed until he saw the dragon's color. White, pure white. He panicked and flung his sword at the dragon. The beast, however, stopped the sword before it touched him and it fell to the grassy floor with a thump.
Santerous backed up and tried his best to avoid the dragon's gaze.
You fear me? The dragon asked, puzzled.
Santerous seemed surprised by the way the dragon had asked the question and so he looked once more at the dragon. Normally he would have fled at the sight of anything white but it was the dragon's purple eyes that caught his attention.
Mirage? He asked, curious.
Yes master Santerous. It is I, the white dragon replied.