Gwyndolin's crush
chapter 7
"Right fine, I shalt save thy dragon, where is he?" Gwyndolin sighed, stepping, or rather slithering forward and looking over the cliff edge, holding his catalyst ready. The chasm was incredibly dark, in fact he wasn't sure it was even possible to see anything down there from here at least. "How wouldst thou even know where he is?" He wondered aloud.
"There, see?" Faraam pointed into the nothingness at... surprise, surprise, nothing.
"No, there's nothing even visible from here." Gwyndolin complained.
"No here, let me give you a closer look." Faraam picked up Gwyndolin by his sides and held him above his head.
"NO, OI, PUT ME DOW-" Then as Faraam braced himself and held Gwyndolin further into the air. "oh no. NONONO WAI-" Gwyndolin didn't have much of a chance to protest before he was launched down into the abyss. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa" His voice trailed off into the distance, sounding like many other screams from Oolacile of it's human inhabitants.
"Oh my lord what have you done!?" Arias exclaimed, running over to the cliff edge to see Gwyndolin disappear into the abyss.
"It's fine, he can teleport." Faraam stated rather nonchalantly.
"B-But what about the fall!?"
"..." Faraam froze for a second. "He'll figure out something." he said as he unfroze.
Arias stood still there and looked back into the empty Abyss. He held each side of his head and muttered said "Oh no" realizing that he'd be a witness to fratricide AND the murder of royalty.
Suddenly, a glowing light appeared at the base of the hill they stood atop. When the light faded, it revealed a feathery drake with a broken wing, looking rather sorry for itself but other than the wing it seemed unharmed. And beside it was Gwyndolin, shaking and refitting his crown which seemed to have almost fallen off.
"Damn thee brother." He muttered, visibly shaken. Faraam didn't care in the slightest about him though, and was only worried about his drake.
"Raiden!" He yelled as he ran up and hugged its beak. "Oh you poor poor thing, here let me see that wing." While he cared for his drake, Gwyndolin faced opposite the others, a frown upon his face.
"Is everything alright lord?" He heard the voice of Arias behind him suddenly.
"Ah, do not worry, tis fine. I must be going now though, Seath also called for me I am sure thou rememberest." With that Gwyndolin warped away, without even turning to face Arias.
Arias stood still for a moment, looking to where Gwyndolin stood, to Faraam inspecting Raiden's wing. It seemed they hadn't the best relationship. Though of course that's only how it seemed at the time, surely he was worrying over nothing, they were gods after all. Arias' thoughts were cut short however, when a loud crashing sound echoed from the Oolacile colosseum, followed by a bloatheaded Oolacile resident being sent flying into the air from the colosseum.
Arias wondered how Artorias was doing fighting that Manus, or Abyss or whatever it was.
"Arias can you go check out what that sound was?" Faraam asked him while he looked at his dragon's wing.
"Yes my lord." Arias somehow held back a sigh or sheer sorrow, as his legs still felt ready to fall into dust. No rest for the hollow.
Light vanished and Gwyndolin was within Seath's archives, unfortunately. The place had changed little since his last visit, when he graduated as the first and only student of Seath's academy of magic for royal gods. Though everyone refused it, it wasn't exactly well hidden that it was made for him and him alone to keep him away from the rest of the family for a few hundred years. Though he did wonder why the elaborate plan, when he could have just been an apprentice, he probably would've had to stay there longer if he was.
The archives had changed fairly little since his last visit, though he did hear the sound of crying maiden in the distance, so it clearly hadn't changed enough yet.
A channeler appeared directly in front of Gwyndolin, almost making him jump. "Young Gwyndolin, welcome. Seath has need of thee. Thou shouldst look for him within the crystal caves."
"Very well." Gwyndolin regained his composure and swiftly left. He'd walk down, the path to the bottom of the crystal cavern was one of the few redeeming qualities of this place. And he could use a walk after being THROWN INTO THE ABYSS. Honestly his brother was terrible, thoughtless and DANGEROUS. He thought he'd try and do right by him despite it all and he got thrown into the abyss for it. He'd have to reconsider helping him in future if that's what's to be expected from now on.
The crystal caves were magnificent as always, he always appreciated the moonlight butterflies, they were so elegant. When he studied within the archives, Gwyndolin would come down and sit amongst the crystal whilst he studied, though sometimes it grew on him, literally, and he had to ask Seath to shear the crystal off.
Unfortunately, he soon arrived at the bottom, the dead end of the caves that housed Seath's prized primordial crystal of immortality.
"Welcome back godling." He heard the dragon boom, though he could not see him, likely he was clinging to the ceiling again.
"Thou summoned me, Duke?" Gwyndolin asked.
"Indeed." The dragon's head appeared to slither down the wall to the floor before the primordial crystal, followed by the rest of his body clinging to the wall with the crystals of his own tails.
"I wish to speak with thee, of a matter of most urgency."
"No mine sister does not wish to speak with thee again." Gwyndolin deadpanned.
"Hmph, quick to assume as always. Seath huffed. "No, I was not speaking of that, yet. No no, this is of more importance for now." Gwyndolin found that hard to believe considering Seath's priorities.
"It is however, a matter of family." Oh dear. This could not end well. A matter involving Gwyndolin and family always went awry.
"Thy mother Priscilla. Thou'rt aware of her predicament, locked away within the depths of the Painting of Ariamis. However, something hath stumbled out of that painting." Seath's wings lowered before him, veiling the whole of the dragon, when he lifted them, Gwyndolin saw a small emaciated looking girl with scales around her eyes, strange purple tendrils on her neck and a tail.
"It would seem thou hast a sibling godling."
A/N Back working on Gwyndolin's Crush now as well! Nice to return to working on something lighthearted and silly again! Also, I never really had a plan for this fic like I did with the others, I just went with whatever I felt like at the time, BUT that changes now. While writing this chapter I've come up with an actual plot for the fic! Though the new plot does require me to go back and make some changes to some of the original chapters, that being changing it so Arias did NOT initially have feelings for Gwyndolin, but Gwynevere instead, for the sake of drama. But trust me this change will make what I have planned much better.