Wings of Destiny
Chapter 4: Warfang
As Elysia continued her journey towards the city of Warfang, she found herself engaged in a captivating discussion with her draconic companion about their shared fascination for the stars. Initially, Elysia had assumed that they were at least half a day's journey away from their destination, relying on her own estimation. However, Navaqua gently corrected her, revealing that they were actually only a few hours away. Navaqua couldn't help but admire how quickly the half-dragon had grasped the intricacies of their travelling by starlight.
With genuine curiosity, Elysia explained to Navaqua that her affinity for the stars had motivated her to pay meticulous attention to the dragoness's explanations and guidance. Every word Navaqua uttered about celestial bodies and their movements had been absorbed by Elysia's eager mind. She had eagerly nodded and indicated her understanding whenever Navaqua had taken the time to teach her about the mysteries of the night sky.
"There it is…"
And not a moment too soon. With the sun beginning to set, the sight was breathtaking. Elysia had to tilt her head back ever so slightly to fully take in the immense height of the walls. They appeared formidable, conveying an imposing presence that exuded strength and security.
Warfang's walls were constructed with precision and skill. Made of sturdy stone, they were several feet thick, serving as a robust barrier against external threats. The masonry, expertly crafted, displayed intricate designs and carvings. Towers punctuated the walls at regular intervals, providing strategic vantage points for guards and sentries. These towers were manned by vigilant bipedal figures, carefully patrolling the lengths of the walls, their movements synchronized with a practiced efficiency.
From her vantage point, Elysia could see one of the figures pausing in its patrol and gazing in her general direction. It was a momentary interruption in their duty, as if the presence of the half-dragon had caught their attention. Elysia wondered if it was mere curiosity or a sign of caution.
Elysia, not wanting to cause any undue alarm to the guard who had caught sight of her, maintained her steady pace towards the grand city of Warfang. As she drew closer, the wall's magnificence became even more apparent. The surface teemed with life, with numerous figures positioned along the battlements, their forms distinct against the sky's canvas. They moved with a sense of purpose, their silhouettes etched against the horizon, creating a mesmerizing dance of vigilance.
As she approached the towering gate, anticipation tingled in her veins. The gate, a colossal structure adorned with intricate engravings and weathered by time, seemed to stir in recognition of her presence. Slowly, as if guided by unseen hands, the gate creaked open, revealing a glimpse of the vibrant world that lay beyond. Three figures - two dragons and one half-dragon - emerged from the city's depths, moving with measured steps towards Elysia.
The first of the dragons had a resplendent shade of purple that shimmered under the now dimmed sunlight. Each scale seemed to have a life of its own, catching the light in a mesmerizing display of hues, from deep royal purple to ethereal lavender. The purple dragon's wings, the epitome of elegance and functionality, were majestic in their span and structure. As they unfurled, a delicate membrane stretched between elongated bones, forming a framework that allowed for efficient flight. His eyes, mesmerizing orbs of vibrant gold, shone with a profound intelligence and determination. They were windows into a soul that held both fiery passion and unwavering compassion. Though his gaze was intense, it carried a warmth that invited trust and companionship. Upon his head, two curved horns sprouted, adding to his regal appearance. Lastly, a set of small, spikes adorned his back, running from the base of his neck to the tip of his tail.
Upon recognizing the second dragon as Cynder, Elysia swiftly shifted her focus to the half-dragon before her.
The mysterious half-dragon stood at a similar height to Elysia, her form slightly shorter yet still commanding a presence that demanded attention. Her body was adorned with an enchanting display of dark green scales. Sprouting from her shoulders were a formidable pair of equally large wings, their deep green hues mirroring the coloration of her scales. As her slender tail swayed with a delicate grace, the dark green scales that adorned its length shimmered in the sunlight, creating a mesmerizing spectacle. Adorning her head was a captivating cluster of horns, an intricate arrangement that spoke of her unique identity. Amongst the assortment, two large horns rose proudly, resembling the majestic curvature of a ram's horns. Interspersed among these larger horns were smaller ones, creating a captivating crown-like ensemble. Her attire consisted of a meticulously crafted ensemble. A fur outfit, expertly tailored and fitting snugly against her form, provided both warmth and protection. Its material, clearly selected from the finest pelts, enveloped her torso and lower body in a comforting embrace. Finally, at her hip, a studded mace hung, its presence a statement of power. Its intricately carved details and gleaming studs hinted at a weapon that had seen countless conflicts and emerged victorious.
"The mace would be her and her dragon's weapon of choice. One she most likely got given to her by her father."
Internally, Elysia acknowledged Navaqua's words with a subtle nod, but her undivided attention remained fixed on the trio before her.
Closing the distance between them with measured steps, Cynder's countenance bloomed into a prideful smile, hinting at an accomplishment that eluded Elysia's understanding.
"It appears you have adapted to your new existence more swiftly than I had anticipated. Consider me pleasantly surprised," Cynder remarked, her voice carrying a touch of admiration.
Elysia smiled gracefully, a small laugh slipping past her lips. "To be honest, it doesn't feel that way to me. Everything still feels so unfamiliar."
"Well, I would be even more astonished if you had fully acclimated," Cynder responded, nodding to convey her comprehension. "But I assume you are curious about the other individuals standing beside me."
Elysia offered a simple nod, affirming her curiosity.
"The dragon on my right is Spyro, while the one on my left is known as Awyn, or perhaps Gaia. It's rather challenging to keep track," Cynder explained, her words infused with a playful tone.
The female figure giggled softly, casting a playful glance at Cynder. "At present, it is Awyn. We're not as perplexing as you might think. Our personalities differ quite significantly from each other."
"I beg to differ," Spyro interjected with a chuckle. "The ability to interchange and shift between the forefront can be quite bewildering."
Elysia smiled a little at the exchange before interjecting herself. "Let's stay on track here shall we?"
"Taking charge are we?" Navaqua praised, her voice carrying a tone of approval.
"Please, Navaqua, anyone can take the initiative."
Having a second voice suddenly join the chorus in Elysia's mind was startling. The presence of one voice within her head was disconcerting enough, but now a second? It was overwhelming, and it seemed Awyn had noticed her reaction.
"Not accustomed to having more than one voice in your head?" Awyn inquired.
"I don't think I'll ever get used to having one voice in my head, let alone another," Elysia confessed.
Awyn giggled softly, and within Elysia's mind, she heard yet another chuckle, presumably from Navaqua. The experience left her slightly uncertain about which voice belonged to whom.
"Don't worry, I haven't gotten used to it either, and I don't believe I ever will. But we've veered off course once again. Shall I give you a tour?" Awyn offered, her gaze shifting towards the two dragons present. "Unless the two of you have something else to say or do?"
Elysia cast a glance at Cynder, as if seeking permission. It struck her as odd, but she received a nod from the dragoness, accompanied by a smile and a slight tilt of her head.
"At this stage, there is no further urgency. When you have the time, I suggest visiting the Temple. There are a few matters to cover off," Cynder stated, her thoughts guiding Elysia's next steps.
With that directive in mind, Elysia walked past the two dragons and ventured into the city alongside Awyn. However, as she stood beneath the towering gates of Warfang, a peculiar question surfaced in her mind. She turned back, her gaze fixed on Cynder, her lips poised to voice the inquiry.
"By the way, Cynder, how did you manage to escape? You ran after the assailant. And, I must ask, are you unharmed?" Elysia inquired, tilting her head inquisitively.
A smile danced upon the dragoness's lips as she nodded, using her wing to gesture towards the city. "I am perfectly fine. I will provide an explanation when we have the opportunity to converse."
"I apologize for not asking earlier, but may I know your name?"
"I am Elysia," Elysia replied. "And if you're interested, my dragon half is called—"
"Navaqua," Awyn interjected, her face adorned with a smile as she observed Elysia's perplexity. "My dragon, Gaia, is a close friend of Navaqua's. You could even say they're best friends. They have known each other across multiple lifetimes."
Elysia's curiosity piqued further, and she couldn't help but ask, "But how does that work if we die?"
Awyn's smile persisted as she offered an explanation. "While our physical bodies may perish, the spirit of our draconic half perseveres. It spends time with the Ancestors until it regains strength. Then it seeks a suitable host, and from there, a bond is formed."
"That sounds quite disorienting," Elysia remarked.
Awyn's smile softened. "Perhaps it is, or perhaps it isn't. Only they truly know."
As they strolled through the city, Awyn pointed out several significant buildings, predominantly shops, that she deemed useful for Elysia to acquaint herself with during her stay. Passing through the marketplace, Awyn continued her informative gestures, highlighting various market stalls scattered throughout the bustling central area of the city.
Elysia noticed that the central part of the town seemed to be the most vibrant and busy.
Awyn elucidated that many Warfang residents dwelled within the city proper, but there was another area where some chose to reside. Dragons and half-dragons mostly inhabited it. Elysia comprehended the reasoning when Awyn gestured towards a structure located at the farthest end of the city.
It was impossible to overlook—a colossal edifice basking in the warm hues of the fading sunlight, soaring hundreds of feet into the sky.
"That is the Warfang Temple," Awyn proclaimed. "A small part of the community exists there as well. However, the dragons you should familiarize yourself with are the Guardians, Spyro and Cynder. They are typically the ones to approach if you have any concerns or worries. You will also find a few of my friends and myself residing there."
Elysia's attention was momentarily diverted as she stood in awe of the Temple's immense size and exquisite architecture. The grandeur of the place captivated her so much that she almost missed Awyn's next words.
"You'll also be pleased to know that your parents are currently living there."
Her parents? Her biological parents? This revelation sparked hope within Elysia, as it presented an opportunity to finally address the burning question that haunted her thoughts.
"Why was I sent away?" she whispered, her voice tinged with a mix of anticipation and uncertainty.
Awyn's expression softened, understanding the weight of Elysia's inquiry. She took a moment to gather her thoughts before speaking gently, "That is a question only your parents can truly answer. Their reasons for sending you away may be deeply personal and complex. But I believe they had their own reasons, ones they thought were in your best interest."
Elysia's eyes flickered with a mixture of longing and apprehension. The desire to know her origins and the circumstances surrounding her separation from her birth parents had always lingered in the depths of her being. She yearned for closure, for understanding.
"Will I get the chance to meet them?" Elysia asked, her voice filled with a mix of anticipation and vulnerability.
Awyn nodded, her gaze filled with empathy. "Yes, you will. The Warfang Temple serves as a gathering place for dragons and half-dragons alike, including your parents. When the time is right, and you feel ready, you will have the opportunity to reunite with them and find the answers you seek."
"Thank you," she whispered, her voice laced with gratitude. "I appreciate your guidance and support, Awyn."
Awyn smiled warmly, placing a reassuring hand on Elysia's shoulder. "You are not alone in this, Elysia. You have new friends who care about you and will stand by your side every step of the way."
Friends...
It was such an odd word to be hearing, having never had friends previously. Yet, in this instance, there was some warmth and comfort to the word.
Their leisurely walk continued for another half hour until they reached the grand steps leading up to the Warfang Temple—the very place where Elysia's parents currently resided. Despite the anticipation surrounding this moment, Elysia couldn't shake off the nervousness that settled within her, causing an inexplicable fluttering sensation in her stomach.
The Temple's exterior was adorned with a myriad of ornate carvings and ancient symbols that hinted at the Temple's rich history. The stone itself seemed to whisper secrets of the past, its weathered surface etched with the marks of time. As Elysia gazed upward, she traced the lines and curves of the massive structure, captivated by the interplay of light and shadow that danced upon its surface. The fading sunlight cast a warm glow, highlighting the subtle nuances of the stone's texture and bringing the carvings to life. It was as if the very essence of the Temple resonated with an otherworldly energy.
The entrance to the Temple was a grand archway, its frame intricately carved with intertwined vines, blooming flowers, and delicate filigree patterns. The doors, made of rich, dark wood, were adorned with elaborate metalwork. As Elysia approached, she marveled at the level of detail, noticing the fine engravings on the hinges and the intricate handles shaped like dragon claws.
Stepping through the towering entrance, Elysia found herself in a vast, cavernous hall. The air was cool and carried a faint scent of incense, adding to the solemn atmosphere of the sacred space. As Elysia walked deeper into the Temple, she found herself in an open courtyard bathed in the soft sunlight. Lush greenery adorned the space, with meticulously manicured gardens blooming with vibrant flowers of every hue. Fragrant herbs filled the air with their intoxicating scents.
In the center of the courtyard stood a serene fountain, its crystal-clear waters cascading down ornate tiers. Delicate sculptures of dragons, their forms frozen in a dance of elegance and power, adorned the edges of the fountain. The sound of the flowing water mingled with the gentle chirping of birds perched on the nearby trees, creating a tranquil harmony that permeated the space.
Around the courtyard, there were alcoves and nooks where dragons and half-dragons gathered, engaged in deep conversations, or simply basking in what remained of the warm sunlight.
Interrupting her contemplations, Awyn's voice broke through Elysia's thoughts. "There's something else intriguing about this place," Awyn began, drawing Elysia's focus. "From time to time, you'll encounter young dragons and half-dragons here at the Temple. It serves as an educational facility for them."
So, the Temple was not only a residence but also a school of sorts. Given the imposing size of the building, Elysia found this revelation unsurprising. Not to mention, they were only on the ground floor!
"Ah, so little ones running about," Elysia remarked playfully. "How will I ever manage?"
Her remark not only elicited a laugh from Awyn, but it also caught the attention of a small group approaching them. Awyn's grin widened as she glanced at the group, indicating that she recognized them. Naturally, Elysia assumed they were Awyn's friends.
"Elysia, allow me to introduce my friends: Thrae, Sil, Alushae, and Yrev."
The group consisted of three dragons and one half-dragon, comprising of three males and two females. Elysia had a hunch that her presence would help even out the genders in the group. It became evident that she was being welcomed into this circle.
"I like her already, Awyn," Alushae chimed in, her voice filled with genuine warmth.
Alushae, the dragoness with turquoise blue scales, possessed a mesmerizing beauty that captivated the gaze. Her scales shimmered under the light, radiating a lustrous glow that accentuated their vibrant hue. Each scale seemed like a precious gem, polished to perfection. As Elysia observed Alushae's wings, she couldn't help but be drawn to their exquisite dark blue membranes. The delicate webbing between each elongated bone created an intricate lattice of strength and flexibility. Alushae's most striking feature, however, was the pair of twin, slim grey horns that adorned her head. They curved gracefully backward, adding an elegant and regal quality to her overall appearance. Several smaller horns nestled between and alongside the primary ones, forming a captivating crown-like ensemble that accentuated her majestic presence. Her eyes, like two shimmering pools of liquid silver, held a unique and rare beauty. What truly set Alushae apart from the other dragons was the absence of a tail-blade. Instead, her tail gracefully tapered to a gentle point, the scales along its length shifting from the vibrant turquoise of her body to a slightly lighter shade.
The introduction continued as Elysia familiarized herself with the remaining members of the group. Sil, the fiery-red dragon, was unmistakable with his vibrant and intense presence. His scales blazed like flickering flames, radiating a warmth that seemed to engulf those around him. As Elysia focused her gaze on Sil's wings, she marveled at the light orange membranes with a subtle hint of red. They resembled the colors of a blazing sunset, their vibrant tones shifting and dancing. Sil's horns, a dull orange shade, shot straight back from his head. Adorning the space between his horns were small, formidable spikes that accentuated his formidable presence. These spikes stopped before descending along his neck, forming a striking contrast against the smoothness of his scales. Sil's claws, which appeared slightly longer than those of the other dragons present, gleamed like polished obsidian, honed to razor-sharp perfection. Each claw was a lethal weapon, capable of rending through any obstacle that stood in his path. But it was Sil's tail that truly set him apart. The appendage stood out with a striking uniqueness, featuring a blade resembling the head of a battle axe. Its edges were honed to perfection. Its shape and design spoke of a dragon who was both a fierce warrior and a formidable protector. Amidst his fiery exterior, Sil's eyes shone with a captivating yellow glow. They seemed to possess an inner radiance, a spark of curiosity that mirrored the intensity of his fiery scales.
Next, Yrev caught Elysia's attention. The dragon's breathtaking combination of bright yellow scales and faint violet wing membranes, creating a stunning visual display. The yellow scales shimmered like golden sunlight, radiating warmth and vitality, while the delicate violet membranes added a touch of etherealness. Yrev's horns were a striking feature that immediately caught the eye. Jutting straight upward from his head, they mirrored the shape of a lightning bolt, exuding an aura of electric energy. Their smooth surface seemed to gleam with an otherworldly radiance, as if charged with an unseen current. Sharing the lightning bolt shape of his horns, Yrev's tail-blade crackled with energy, occasionally releasing harmless sparks of electricity. It was as if the very essence of thunder and lightning coursed through Yrev's tail. Finally, mirroring the hue of his scales, Yrev's eyes shimmered with a yellow glow, radiating an inner light that seemed to illuminate his surroundings.
Sil couldn't resist interjecting with a playful grin, "Ah, Alushae, you already like her just because she evens out the male-to-female ratio?"
Alushae responded with a playful retort, defending Elysia, "Leave the poor girl alone, Sil. Besides, didn't you want another female to join our group? Something about more opportunities, remember?"
The playful banter between the group members revealed a comfortable familiarity, making Elysia feel more at ease among them.
"'More opportunities,' you say? So, am I just an opportunity?" Elysia countered, her tone tinged with sarcasm.
Thrae, a fellow half-dragon, quickly came to Elysia's defense. "Sil tends to have a way with words, but don't worry, he means no harm. You'll learn to ignore most of what he says."
Thrae, the imposing half-dragon, towered over Elysia, instantly commanding attention with his remarkable stature. His formidable presence made her feel somewhat petite in comparison, accentuating the sheer power and strength that emanated from his being. Thrae's obsidian scales exuded an air of mystique. They possessed a sleek and glossy sheen, absorbing the light around him like an inky abyss. The stark contrast between his dark scales and the light grey wing membranes created a visually striking combination. Arched gracefully over Thrae's head were two elegant ivory horns. These magnificent horns curved with a graceful sweep over and around his ears. Thrae's attire reflected a blend of functionality and style. He wore a single-piece garment that covered both his upper and lower body, crafted from durable yet supple fabrics that allowed for ease of movement. The material draped and accentuated his powerful physique, highlighting the muscles beneath. Over Thrae's broad shoulders, a quiver of arrows was slung and accompanying the quiver was an exotic-looking bow, its craftsmanship a work of art in its own right. The bow's elegant curves and meticulously carved details showcased the skill of its creator, while its intricate design hinted at there being more to it than an initial glance would tell.
Elysia found herself appreciating Thrae's reassuring presence within the group dynamic.
"If we are finished here, how about we show our new friend here around the Temple?" Awyn offered.
EDIT 12/07/2023