Continued from: Meet at the Cottage, Beginning the Journey
The events leading up to the dragon...
We rode our steeds swiftly and silently through the Rakath Mountains. We would've been quieter than a hobbit's footstep, had it not been for that dreadful cart. It was louder than a Warg with a rusty knife in it's backside!
"I say we abandon some of the load, or I fear the Drow'll hear and attack us!" warned Nathan.
"The Nocturnians who stand up to the Drow need all the help we can give." I replied. "We abandon nothing."
Still, Nathan stayed wary of every little sound in the rocks. I'll admit, my mind was on Reina. I could practically hear her breathing. Wait...I could hear her breathing!
"Reina...I told you not to come! Hide from me no longer; though I'm mad, I'll do you no harm."
She'd buried herself under all the armour! As she dragged herself out, Nathan surveyed the area. "We're making too much noise."
"Would you forget the noise?" I was annoyed. I had Reina mount my horse behind me, and we rode onward for two more days.
We took a brief break and set up camp. I used the time to talk to Reina.
"Just like all the old times," she joked. "You know, adventuring! Except now we have a real purpose."
"As I recall, I had a real purpose. You snuck along, like a hitchiker." I teased. "And those adventures as children...I doubt anything will be better than that."
"Nothing? Nothing could be better?" She asked.
"Well, those evenings beside the fire. At the cottage. Me with my guitar, you with your paints, and all of Kaliphlin unaware of our own little world. That's what I want again, after this war."
I walked away. It was cold in the mountains. I drew my cloak about me closer, and closed my eyes.
I woke to the sound of Reina screaming. I swore, should anyone hurt her, I'd kill them. Man or beast, they'd feel the sting of my blade. Rats and the like scrambled out of my way as I hurtled toward the noise of scuffles.
It was the drow. Dressed in all black, they must've been scouts sent to investigate our noise!
They didn't speak a word. I began to fight them off.
I really was more of the type to sing songs about these battles, not fight them! But for Reina, I'd do anything.
I plunged my blade into a Drow's chest. Night fell, and it became hard to distinguish Nathan or Reina from the Drow. Suddenly, Nathan crumpled as a Drow struck him across the head. Now I could barely see at all!
I caught a glimpse of Reina disappearing with a Drow kidnapper. The whinny of a horse was obvious, and I heard it gallop off. Reina's screams faded into the night.
I dropped to my knees in defeat. I couldn't even see my hands in front of my face! How dark did it get here? And now it was raining. Or...no, not rain. Tears were streaking down my face.
Many hours later, Nathan was finally roused. We quickly made a plan; He'd go on and deliver the supplies, while I'd go after the kidnappers.
It was midnight as we bid farewell. I could only see the faintest silhouette as I said, "May all the speed of Historica go with you."
Many hours later, Nathan pulled up to the border of the Rakath Mountains and Nocturnus. He was greeted by a single Avalonian, obviously part-elf.
"Greetings, and the best of tidings from Kaliphlin!" said Nathan. "I am Nathan Francis, brother of Nariek Francis, and he has sent me to deliver these supplies to aid you in the war."
"Well," said the Avalonian, "actually Avalonia has been called back from the war. Deliver those to the loyal Nocturnians instead."
"That was planned as well," replied Nathan, "but why do you return to Avalonia? The Drow are still a threat."
"You haven't heard then? There's a much worse threat than them. Remember Victor, the old historian? Well he-"
Suddenly the Avalonian was interrupted. There was a dark mist and neither could see. But suddenly it cleared, and there was a gigantic dragon! Ridden by a Drow Witch, it was incredibly menacing.
With a single stomp, the dragon sent all of the supplies flying.
"A worse threat than this?" Nathan cried.
"There's nothing worse than us." said the Drow witch.
"Go to hell where you came from!" shouted Nathan. It seemed like the Francis brothers were fond of saying that.
The two warriors began attacking in vain, arrows and sword not even piercing the dragon's scales.
Suddenly a claw flashed came out of nowhere, pinning the Avalonian to the ground.
"So this ends our short time fighting as allies." He said. "Well, you Kaliphlins aren't all as bad as you seem."
"Wait! Maybe I can help you out!" Nathan cried.
The Avalonian closed his eyes as the dragon pushed, and Nathan heard a sickly crunch of ribs snapping.
Nathan mounted his horse, knowing he could do no good if he too died. He rode off to warn Nocturnus that the Drow had at least one witch and dragon. And what had the Avalonian said about a greater threat?
To be continued...
Edited by purpleparadox, 06 June 2012 - 03:05 AM.