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Chapter 46: A mundane end to a flight
Flying in the pitch black veil that is the sky pierced by distant lights and coloured by a lonely moon, the great dragons talk about everything, like they did in the previous flight, while this time Darkstalker remains on the dark blue scales of his guardian, enjoying the opportunity of relaxing while the wind embraces him and the thoughts of others, if not their words banish, the silence that should reign on this desolate world.
But most importantly, the young one recognizes himself to be… happy. At first, and during the many flights he did before, he could sometimes feel a sense of fulfilment, he could in rare moments push away his feeling of loneliness, as he was not just flying at the side of a dragon he could call good and that acknowledged him actively, but he also felt that with them, the little seer was being saved.
Saved from what, he does not exactly know even if he is aware of its shape, a mix of being abandoned, of a dull world and of a faith, a radiant confidence he has no more, a powerful idea he can now no longer use… But Darkstalker does not give up, and being on the back of the one he trust the most in a such realm, the nightwing grins…
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After more than half an hour of flapping their magnificent wings to course through the air, the great ones finally arrive near the mythic pyramid, the shape of their house being able to hide so much from their sight now, or it would if they were not looking at the horizon and its higher half, and especially at the moon that gives its light endlessly, like reassuring presence.
- "Toijyl, yth hute myleias oxtup uthu iole… Heij iole yfushka otije sim uthu?" Asks Akhanta as she looks at the celestial sphere radiating above the titanic building, its pale light a magical one even to those who do not possess a power related to it.
- "The moon…"
- "Yl moon, nelkemu prita feshur higus yl tekel uthu muka prita th…" Says the dragoness as she corrects herself, trying to remember the meaningful word of the young one's tongue for next time.
Getting relatively very close to the massive and glorious building, the young seer continues to look at the cosmic orb above, captivated by it as the group circles the place, not having in mind to end their flight as soon as they can.
"Cuxt yl moon, Lieju th eijuv uthu... feldim?" Asks Akhanta to her little companion, her voice curious and slower than expected while she thinks of his past and origin.
The nightwing started to think of an answer, but then he saw in his guardian's mind that she can not help herself but think of mythic ideas as she speculates, picturing the involvement of forces well beyond that of mere dragons and even a god, though that god she imagines resembles Ankonalmirh quite a lot.
That… divine similarity was to be expected…
- "You want to hear my answer?"
To his foreign words, the great dragoness blinks before focusing on him, even if she can barely turns her head to face him since she has a flight to maintain for his comfort. But after a moment, she hears more of his tongue, and gets the feeling it is an answer.
"I must admit the moon you created is beautiful, even if it is far lesser than the three that bless Pyrrhia, but it is far closer, so that compensates a little…" Says Darkstalker in contemplation, with a little laugh at the end.
- "Yth heia gynhim uthu, ikul uthu tunis ienum, uthutias ifulte ajek kesmei ikul heia rysim prita ythias myfushe…" Replies the dark blue dragoness, not understanding what has been said but not minding it either, her mind staying supportive of the young speaker.
- "I… appreciate your attitude Akhanta, and I must say, you have quite the vivid imagination."
Ending his sentence, the young hybrid realizes he is being watched by the others, though Kraydirn and Ayirn do not seem very serious, acting on the simple curiosity of their minds.
Already watching me? I… suppose it does not matter that much…
"As I said, what is going on in your mind is quite a tale Akhanta. And…"
Casting a glance at the two great ones behind him, Darkstalker quickly dives into their mind, checking them to answer his doubt, and discovers that hearing his odd words, the feathered kin is grinning slightly, captivated and almost proud of him, while the magical one remains surprised, her inability to understand him occupying her mind greatly, though there is a drive to continue to analyse him, just to see if she can make something out of that…
"And that I do like what you are picturing in your mind, the colourful ess- olmukara, powers and forces far above a mundane dragon, the moon and the gods…"
Turning his eyes to Akhanta's face while she tries to focus further on him, and both continue their flight around the titanic Pyramid, the young hybrid smiles, confident and even happy to make the one he trust interested.
"Also, I must say the image of Ankonalmirh you have in mind is very neat, like the many drawings of that divine figure you have in your… house."
Thinking for a moment about such a concept, not that seriously interested but still more than a bit, and relaxed by focusing his mind on that, Darkstalker looks all around him, gazing at the horizon and the light of many towers piercing the darkness, before feeling inspired as he stares at the moon, and speaks again.
"I think you should know, all that you great dragons possess, even if it is in this ruined world... would make any queen of my world jealous, and many would even kill even if it's to get only a fraction of your... greatness."
- "Ometakethij prita feshur muka yl udaroi sif jaku toijyl."
Turning back to the source of the deep voice, the young seer realizes it comes from Kraydirn, who begins to get closer to him and his guardian.
"Yth hute kenib wein uthutias uskehuva iole uthu hute surh heia oem uthutias sulmy oje aljaluh temylkose zait yl iute…" Explains the feathered kin, with the tone of his voice warmer in a way, as his mind remembers of how the little hybrid felt before, how that was so… similar to the young ones of his kind whose spirits were far from radiant, and as dark as cold as coal in some cases.
"Cuxt yth surh yutive iole uthu hute uzethu yl ospyk sif jaku nestoq uthutias eastu ifulte Darkstalker."
Saying the nightwing's name, the dragon of winter is now flying at his kin's side, his eyes looking at the young seer with appreciation, making him slightly blush, a change the great dragoness spots as his breathing variates a little.
- "Feshur zikos aftomer eianojteahen ikul jykon toijyl?" Says Akhanta with a voice that could be teasing despite how imposing she can be, her subtle chuckling reaching the young one's ears despite the sound of her giant wings flapping majestically in the background.
Starting to somewhat dive with her magnificent form, getting closer to the marked ground and the building's main entrance, the dark blue dragoness accelerates until she turns at the last moment, now starting to ascend with the Pyramid in the background, the old but tainted stones of its frame coming and running away from the nightwing's point of view…
"Cuxt oij uthu zikos?" Asks the powerful guardian as she flies up in gigantic circles around the mythic building, her more mundane voice tainted by eagerness.
Looking at her, then casting a quick glance at the feathered one still following them closely and Ayirn flying in another direction with magical grace, Darkstalker finally decides to answer, his voice getting more energetic.
- "I feel content… and good. It is nice to be on your back and feel the wind as you fly, continue like that Akhanta."
Focusing on the tone of her voice to understand the little seer, the dragoness grins and continues to fly in the path she has in mind, getting closer to the Pyramid's top with each beat of her mystical wings, bringing her being higher exactly as she wishes to…
Finally ascending above the top of her ancient house, the radiant beacon at its center now fully visible, the great dragoness continues to rise alongside her kins, looking straight at celestial orb over them with a drive to reach it.
- "Oij uthu zikos ofemyl? Lieju uthu surh lihotu toijyl?" Asks Akhanta in a personal but powerful tone, her neck curling to watch over him while the moon is still above, giving a more intense and colourful light as they get closer.
- "Ko" Says Darkstalker as he nods eagerly and watches the feathered giant getting higher than them, the fresh air being blown into him and his guardian as his black wings beat with all their strength.
Ascending to the higher sky with the strength of a giant, Akhanta approaches the celestial sphere of essences with each passing second, bringing herself and the young one to the object of their recent desire, of a dream come true even if the path is different for the both of them…
Finally getting close enough to the moon, the great ones and the nightwing can contemplate their creation and the light it gives as they swim through the air, all of their hearts feeling the radiance of the Orb and being drawn to it.
But it remains incomplete, and so far from being enough, that the little seer can realize as he watches the others' minds, and especially that of Ayirn who has caught up to them quite quickly. At such a moment, he get a precious glimpse of their plan, of the purpose of such a colourful and potent construct.
With its silvery essences brought from a being out of this world, the new moon shall pierce the sky, and far more than that so it can reveal something… beyond.
Darkstalker blinks, before looking in front of him and seeing a beam of light and its Pyramid from above. Caught a bit off guard, the nightwing is now descending as his guardian dives, plunging through the air before gliding with fully unfolded wings, bringing her magnificent form closer to the enlighten top then landing flawlessly on its marked floor.
Standing down on her four talons, the great dragoness turns to her back, checking if the otherworldly one is alright with affectionate eyes, before allowing him to climb down from her dark blue form, her gaze hinting at a feeling of pride.
- "Lieju uthu hute jyker ythetias xymryan toijyl?" Asks the dragoness despite knowing of the answer, using of her words to see more about her young one.
- "Ko" Answers the nightwing as he adjusts himself on the floor, his voice energetic while he stretches his body a bit, before turning back when he hears the other kins coming, their wings blowing like a tempestuous wind, a show of their powers despite the grace of their movements.
Looking at both the young seer and his guardian, it is Kraydirn who steps forward first, his gaze a content one as he reminds himself of the little one's flight and grows curious, before speaking in a tone of genuine satisfaction.
- "Iole hute ajek u jykon xymryan, kes yth surh geska yl toijyl hute jyker th..."
- "Uthu surh smena ythias ryna." Replies Akhanta, her proud form relaxing as she takes a step closer to her feathered kin, which makes the young seer walk as well as he does not mind getting near the great dragon.
- "Yth iujash tho gynhim yl syvrem ust olmukara u toij kalup..."
Turning his head slightly before the great ones, Darkstalker gazes upon the magical kin, her eyes staring at the three of them while her talons are ready to step forward, and her mind pictures of both him and the moon above.
- "Uthu surh smena sif iujash ythias utnay Ayirn."
Hearing the kinder and warm voice of Kraydirn, the magical dragoness finds herself approached by the same dragon, then surrounded by his feathered wing, before such part of the kin pushes her neck closer to him and his gaze becomes explicitlty tainted by affection.
- "Kraydirn, ujaie uthu surh feshur ghyt iole ofemyl?" Asks the blue and green one in annoyance, the surprised gaze of the young seer and the amused one of Akhanta being over the scene she is the center of.
Hearing her words clearly, the dragon of winter leans his head closer to Ayirn's own without difficulty, ignoring the chuckles of the other dragoness as he uses of his far more personal tone.
- "Dueti yth soumhute heia ghyt th ysilil ythetias xymryan, kes yth hute hefum uthu hute surh u toij aljuiqout ythe, akeju ylfuz..."
Having her eyes mildly widening, especially as colder claws rub her scales gently, the great dragoness stays still, thoughtful for a moment that the little hybrid analyses as best as it can, before answering with her own personal tone. And continuing to watch that scene as well, Akhanta simply sits down, taking the time to arrange her massive limbs before turning to the young seer.
- "Iole suroxon sif uilmos uthu, kes yth gynhim iole toijyl." Says the dark blue dragoness in a relaxed tone, her eyes casting a quick glance at the pair that brings a smile to her face.
- "…"
- "Kraydirn kes Ayirn heia eijuv uthu yutive?"
Ending her words on a lifeless note, the dragoness turns away, partially looking down… before the young one gets even closer to her and touches her scales.
- "I don't want to strip away your happiness Akhanta, please don't let the sigh of me make you loose such a feeling…"
Partially shocked by Darkstalker's response, the great dragoness finally lowers her body and recovers a slight grin, the emotions she can see from him being satisfying enough on their own…
- "Uthu tunis ignum Ayirn, ashek u toij alikus kes oem ythias genuf."
Hearing the words of the approaching dragon, the magical kin follows more closely, a move that makes her distant attitude harder to maintain, like her neutral if not polite and serving gaze.
Staying at his guardian's side, the young seer does his best to appear polite and neutral, using that short moment of silence to suppress or at least contain the many feelings of his heart, all before the dragon of winter speaks, his voice oddly energetic but welcomed.
"Cuxt yl ekyzu ust yl toijyl surh eximn feshur nolmytu ustelnen sim uthutias eastu…"
Halting for a moment, the great dragon resumes his walk seconds later, his gaze now focusing on both his kin and the little hybrid while his thoughts and feelings are as fluid as ever.
"Uthu surh feshur ghyt ejurh, abesun prita u namai ythe hute heia reltun ust uthu sim vawrie u fostev."
Hearing such words, Darkstalker watches his great guardian take a step closer only for her to partially turn her entire body and look at him, the great dragoness thinking about all the time they were together and what he represents.
- "Vezkit, ikul aqerh tomerz soumhute zult surh iole neltum jyin uyl ziltuma yl syvrem ust yl toijyl." Says Akhanta as she clearly remembers the nightwing getting closer to her on his own, only for the memories of younglings looking to her in a temple to come in.
- "Iole ajek sif surh ojteahen jyin uthue kenib ust thotias ekyzu kes..."
Hearing the louder flaps of a great one's wings and feeling the air being blown on the feathers of his back, the grand dragon turns away to see it is Ayirn that is trying to get their attention, an unimpressed and mildly annoyed expression on her face that disappear a second later.
- "Yth kenib uthue kasarh sif erune, ikul feldim ythe surh feshur jteqim kes gystis yl toijyl oem fiku u toij." Says the magical dragoness as she brings her mystical form a little closer, her gaze pointing fully at Darkstalker for a split second before facing the two of her kins.
A little silence begins, but before anyone can replies, the dragoness continues in a less annoyed tone.
"Cuxt aqerh uthu soumvu tunis mulys tho u namai ysil uthue felot uthuetias leikunehan..."
Casting a quick glance at the young seer, her thoughts shifting in an instant before she stares back at Ayirn, it is Akhanta who replies, feeling a bit sorry.
- "Uthu surh smena, ythe hute surh egazien… Cuxt heij uthu muka zait uthutias kumista sif gystis yl toijyl?"
To that question, the magical dragoness turns away, bringing her magnificent form to turn its back while she now gazes upon the horizon, the sky unchanged though it remains enough for her mind… Taking a few steps toward the edge, Ayirn's mind finally concludes, and voices her thoughts in a strangely neutral tone.
- "Ythe hute heia moxon yl ajturk ust Darkstalker kalup peuj u anetet elzurt..."
Being watched by everyone with various stares, the great dragoness simply rises her long and finned neck to take a long, serene breath, unfolding her majestic wings in tandem, before exhaling at the fresh wind, her attitude totally relaxed as she lets a brief and small flame at the end of her snout, a spark of pure and divine light.
"Ofemyl ajek yl fefmyl sif moxon thotias olmukara akhum vaieb." Says Ayirn as her chin remains infused, bringing a glow to the blue and green scales of her neck, as well as those of her chest.
- "Surik toijyl."
Saying such words, the dragon of winter steps forward, bringing himself toward the edge of the final floor as he now focuses on his kin. And soon after, the nightwing's guardian as well as the nightwing himself follow, completing the group at the border of their mythic house, all looking at the little lights from towers so far away yet still present to be in their sight…
Staring overtly at his side, Darkstalker quickly makes the feathered giant grin, finding his explicit curiosity amusing like that of his dark blue kin, before speaking in a deep and clear voice, energy building up in his mind and body.
"Yth heful ofemyl ajek yl mylmyl ythe moxon uthutias ajturk toijyl."
Ending his sentence, the dragon of winter wastes no time as he maintains his maw open and seconds later, a pure and bright mass of power, like fire but totally cold, is exhaled from his whole being, bringing a bit more light to the scene. But before the young seer could conclude on it, the fading cloud is replaced with a long and violent burst of essences, the white and blue colouring of such breath brightening the floor's entire half while the atmosphere is altered in favour of winter.
Having seen the event, it is the magical kin who bluntly reacts first, chuckling at the nightwing's surprise and followed in that endeavour by the other dragoness, bringing a peculiar expression to the young's one face as he hears and see the both of them...
Calming herself fully, Akhanta turns to the little hybrid, and after lowering her head closer to his level, utters words for him in a sweet and personal voice, her gaze a supportive one.
- "Utnay toijyl, ghyt uthutias sulmy, kes kalup peuj iole, ebiven sim uthutias ekyzu kes ywult heij ajturn fouit..."
Having listened to everything, Darkstalker refocuses on his new task, turning to all that is in front of him with determination. Seeing the pitch black sky and the endless sea of dark rocks that are the many lands surrounding him, his eyes now point at the few lights before him…
Having set his mind, the nightwing begins to take a long breath, a gesture watched by the great dragons with mild interest at least. And after filling his lungs to the fullest, very soon is the time to unleash his power.
Just breath like you feel you always wanted to…
Blinking at the same time his heart beat, a sudden sensation appearing deep inside, the young hybrid decides to free his essences now, opening his mouth for fire to manifest with a bright start. Being a warm orange for the first few seconds, such an energetic flame turns to yellow, then white, then blue to finally be tainted by silver.
- "U unomiu iole vecik vuya azeiw Zu..." Declares the magical dragoness in a quieter voice, her eyes fixated on the almost enchanting fire that captivates her mind to the core.
Finishing his breath smoothly, the nightwing looks at the ground, relaxing his body and taking air in for a short moment as Akhanta fully lays down, folding her massive talons to be a little closer to him. And extending a wing over, the great dragoness faces him to speak, her eyes telling of her feeling proud for him as he feels strangely so much better.
- "Uthu hute folgyst toijyl, uthutias nylkuj olmukara hute ceiven nestoq uthutias ajturk oje velt anetet soumhute tunis ghyt..."
Staying silent but appreciative of his guardian, the young seer pays far less attention to everything else, preferring at the moment to focus on the dragoness and the nostalgic memories that come to her mind…
Recoiling slightly a moment later, Darkstalker turns to see the other great ones have taken a few steps back from the edge, their minds being thoughtful as they discuss of a topic they deem less mundane.
Are you really surprised of my performance? And why... does it always come back to Ikarh?
Seeing Akhanta move forward, the young one is a bit surprised when the dragoness cuts the pair in their talk, her energetic movements and voice hinting at an eagerness for something.
- "Cuxt heij ythe eiuj ghyt umishehen?" Asks the dark blue kin quite bluntly, her expression almost clashing with that of the two others.
- "Liejy astu ust uthue kasarh sif gystis yl toijyl kalup?" Says Ayirn before another could answer, an ounce of satisfaction coursing through her as she politely asks to her kins.
Turning to Akhanta, Kraydirn is somewhat surprised when the great dragoness stares back at him, her uncertain eyes almost pleading for him to answer, a turn of event that brings a slight grin to Ayirn's face and annoyance for the little seer.
- "Aqerh heia"
- "Lieju eximn?" Replies the dark blue kin, her mind wondering how her feathered kin could have run out of words and answers.
- "Ebiven, moneist feshur jteqim yl toijyl ymiltu, th ajek uthu hyj eiuf cerux prita ofemyl" Answers Kraydirn with a faster voice, his mind more focused in sending his message now.
- "Heij u telast ust zaptoe uthu kasarh sif muka ineuj ust u qerys." Comments the magical kin a second after the great dragon finishes his words, irony being clear in her tone.
- "Heia erune aljalest azeiw iole, dueti uthu hute surh amuk kalup opeiteho peuj yth utnay Ayirn." Replies the feathered one with a swift leaning of his head, his stare almost accusatory though not so serious while he remembers the dragoness purposefully staying distant and far less active than him recently.
Hearing such a response, the magical one takes a single, huge step backward, and after morphing her expression into one of explicit hurting, she answers in a disappointed voice, her blue and green wings unfolding to amplify her reaction.
- "Oij uthu tunis lefria vawrie u iole sim yth ythias ryna? Yth hute yuikan gotyr ythias qerys ust-"
Slammed by the dark blue wing of another, the dragoness is unable to finish her exaggerated sentence. Looking back at her "attacker", Ayirn eyes are more than a little irritated, by she does not have the time to express that.
- "Feshur erune surh jykon, ikul pelyle, lieju uthu soumvu tunis omus heij elyvarq? Yl toijyl surh feshur kion…" Declares Akhanta in an almost pleading voice, her eyes casting a quick glance at the young seer still remaining at her side.
- "Yth soumvu tunis ghyt iole, iole ajek u jykon dusmil Akhanta…" Says Kraydirn before the magical kin can answer, a teasingly sorry grin forming on his face when she stares directly at him.
Finally snorting, the great dragoness brings herself behind the group, initiating a move with her graceful body that seems odd at the moment, before regaining her normal stance, though she can hardly ignores the subtle chuckle of the nightwing.
- "Yth… gynhim. Yth eiuf ignum uthue, yth surh lihotu iole, cuxt heia ghyt yth kion oje yl toijyl." Says Ayirn as she looks at the both of her kin, though her gaze is being drawn more toward Kraydirn.
- "Th eiuf surh oje uthu axumoi."
Hearing the feathered kin's happy voice, Akhanta is left slightly confused, looking at the little hybrid, almost expecting an answer from him, before turning back and refocusing on a fitting goal…
- "Yth hute cerux iole… ofemyl soumeiuf surh u jykon elzurt sif olmaf, prita almu ust ythe. Cuxt ythe soumvu yenuv teneij fouit kes somul u anetet ijopte." Says finally the dragoness before walking forward, having in mind nutritious crystals and dust as well as water.
Time to… eat perhaps? I guess that could be fitting in the moment...
Accepting plainly that decision, the magical kin wastes no time in following her, accompanied by the dragon of winter bearing a smile on his face, and of course Darkstalker walking at his guardian's side, eagerly keeping to her pace. And reaching the entrance of the floor, the group descends in the Pyramid's depths, stepping in the next phase of their somewhat mundane life...