Chapter 42-Mirage's Return
Santerous runs over to his beloved Guardian and buries his head in Mirage's neck.
I've missed you for so long, he cries.
As have I master, Mirage growls in reply.
Santerous finally lifts himself from Mirage's neck.
You died!
True Finca and Eclase saw what they thought to be me dead but the truth is that I escaped moments before Eclase roasted me with her flames. I was miserable for the few weeks following my leave from the Dominion of the Beasts. It was then that I met with Neptune, your old friend, and had him read my fortune. Of course he didn't understand why you couldn't have done it, and it was then that I half thought to turn him into a cow but I restrained myself and didn't harm him. I left the next day and made both Neptune and Hertota promise me that they wouldn't reveal to anyone that I was alive, I see they carried out their promise to me and next time we visit them I'll bless them with some of my magic, Mirage explains.
Santerous nods at his Guardian's explanation.
If Finca ever finds out then you'll be in deep trouble, Santerous says.
I suppose so, Mirage chuckles as he stares at his master. Meta tricked you and in your time of need she trapped your mind within the Astral Plain, correct?
Yes, Santerous replies. That's right.
She said something before she trapped you, didn't she?
Yes she did but I don't know what is was, Santerous says.
I do, Mirage growls.
What is it?
'Rearca des herva' or Fear the Light, Mirage explains. She must have known that I was the Guardian of Light and should I ever return, she wanted you to fear me and attempt to flee from my presence.
That's right, Santerous says.
Mirage growls softly as he senses the presence of two more dragons nearby.
Two dragons are near. One is clouded by darkness, the other is a lost soul, the white dragon growls.
It could be dragons we know, Santerous suggests.
Then we should go and see, Mirage growls as Santerous climbs onto his back.
{Makiar -narrator}
Szar's right clawed forepaw holds me by my neck.
Pity that you'll never see your future son grow into a powerful dragon, Szar growls softly.
That voice, something is familiar about it, but what?
You will never get away with this! I roar.
Oh really? Szar questions as his grip on my neck increases.
I know that voice! It's the voice of a dragon named Mhetra who was the father of a well-known dragon named Nira who was Eon's friend back in the Dominion of the Beasts.
So you've figured it out? Mhetra asks as Szar's eyes return to their golden color. If so then I have no use for him anymore.
With that Szar's limp body drops to the forest floor below and Mhetra becomes as fully visible and real as I am. Mhetra's eyes reveal themselves to be green and his scales are pitch black, no surprise huh?
Why are you doing this? I ask.
Simple really. You see I have just returned from the astral plain where I was imprisoned by that annoying son of yours before he was possessed by my son Nira and turned into the Great Leviathan, Mhetra answers.
What? I ask in shock.
That's right! My son believed that his mother, his sister, and I had died in the flood that wiped out all live in the Dominion of the Beasts and as such his rage took control and he possessed your son in an attempt to destroy Eon, who he believed had caused the flood, Mhetra explains.
Eon had nothing to do with the flood! I cry.
Tell that to Nira! When Tronay destroyed the amulet, she destroyed the bond between my son and yours, therefore setting my son free, Mhetra growls as his claws dig into the softer flesh on my neck.
I struggle against his grip but he only tightens it.
It's no use to fight me Makiar! He growls. Because I'll always win.
The strain of the past few hours finally take their toll on me and I close my eyes and stop struggling. Mhetra looks down at me.
Excellent, with her now at my mercy. I can find my son and allow him to possess her and therefore continue the chain of power for the Orichalcos. It doesn't need to amulet to keep going, it just needs me, Mhetra chuckles as he throws me on his back and is about to fly off when . . .