Including the others I said: “an explanation, please?”Mephisto shrugged his translucent shoulders: “it’s not as bad as you might think.” He turned to the dragon: “I’m sorry if I have riled you up, my comment was for the orc and Casandra.” He inclined his head. “My name is Mephisto and I’m honoured to make your acquaintance, albeit not under the most perfect of circumstances. You don’t have much to worry about. Basically dragons, or rather higher dragons are the only species that can handle her magic. I don’t know why for certain, there are several theories but if I had to guess I’d say it has something to do with your carbuncle and the way it can process energy. Anyway, when Casandra healed you, she formed a bond between the both of you as you undoubtedly know. A part of her is now within you. It will grow over time and grant you more and more abilities. They’re not determined, much depends on yourself and what you’re going to experience in the next couple of decades but one thing is

Cassandra PendragonCold gripped my heart and it took every last ounce of willpower I could muster to not rush off immediately. I didn’t even want to think about what he meant when he had said that he’d be here soon personally as the threat to my loved ones was terrifying enough. As soon as Erya had told us what she had heard I had reached for my tattoo and tried to contact Ahri. I had been able to feel her but she had been fast asleep, probably exhausted from the backlash she had taken for me. Forcefully I pushed the image of her lying unconscious while pirates descended on her and the kids from my mind and focused on the others. The white cloaked I was wearing by now didn’t make a sound when my movements caused it to brush over the gold coins all around.“I guess after the troubles we had to face to reach Pete that there is no way for us to contact Ahri or my mom from here?” Erya and Viyara shook their heads slowly while I didn’t even bother to check Barzuk’s reaction, as capable as

Cassandra Pendragon“What? How? That’s impossible! Poor creature. Can we get it out of there somehow?” Internally I was seething. If Viyara’s father hadn’t died I would have plucked each of his scales and shoved him into the deepest hole I would have been able to find. Trapped in a crystalline tomb for however long wasn’t a fate I’d wish onto my worst enemy and from the looks of it this one here was just for decoration, another oddity to spice up the hoard. My hands were shaking when I imagined the desperation and fear the little thing had had to go trough, all alone and unable to move, to breath but still alive and probably even able to think and feel. Maybe it was just my imagination but I’d have sworn that it was staring at us, its eyes full of pain and maybe a little hope.Mephisto was much more collected than me and cautiously inspected the gem.“Hmm, quite easily, actually. You could just smash the diamond but I’m afraid that’d kill it. If you want it to survive it’ll be a tad m

Mordred Pendragon Getting drunk had been fun, having a hangover, not so much. But I had needed it, dearly. Ever since the battle for Boseiju, things had been strange, to say the least. True enough we had lost our home and my father but that wasn’t why I had reached for a bottle the first chance I had gotten. After Cassy had smashed the jewel I had used to bind a part of Amazeroth’s power, I had felt his presence leave me instantly but right along with it, a fog or rather a blockade had vanished and I had remembered how my trip back then, when I had first found the island, had actually happened. Ever since, my feelings were in turmoil, old grudges, forgotten under Amazeroth’s spell had hit me again in full force. My envy, the suffocating anger, it all came back in a rush. During the battle it hadn’t mattered too much, I had been much too occupied with staying alive but afterwards… well, it had become a chore just being around my family, especially Cassandra. To make matters worse, ev

Cassandra Pendragon I hadn’t been paranoid. In hindsight it had been painfully obvious: Galathon could use portals in his humanoid form, probably better or at least as well as Mephisto. I had even seen it before. Absently I pulled my cloak closer around myself, not that it helped much, soaked as it was. It had started to rain half an hour ago and thick curtains of water had drenched us to the bone within seconds. A veritable tropical storm. I was huddle down between Viyara’s horns, her warm scales a welcomed contrast to the cold that was slowly creeping through me. Mephisto had retreated into his coin soon after our departure, his energy all but spent, and Erya and Pete were silently talking further down Viyara’s back. Barzuk was gone. Shuddering I relived the last hour once again… Erya and I returned to the lair quickly. In the throne room, Barzuk helped Viyara put on a complicated array of bags and ropes, a hastily improvised harness that’d allow her to carry a heavy load without i