About six hours later, they arrived at Frostfall. It was the coldest place Thornicus and Faora had ever been, and what made it worse was that neither of them was prepared for it. The clothes they wore weren't good enough to protect them from this much cold. Even though they lived and grew up in mostly snowy climates, this area was on another level.
Almost every landform around them was composed entirely of ice, making the ground completely white with no hint of actual soil anywhere to be found. Back at the rider's summit, Thornicus and Faora were wondering why he was wearing such a heavy cloth made of animal hair when the weather wasn't that cold. But now, knowing where he was coming from, they understood why. Frostfall was a small village in that region, and it was made apparent by being the only area where they could see the soil from above. It was like making out a vibrant black spot in a field of perfect white. The dragon f*The next decade in a nutshell* Life at Frostfall was far from an easy one, especially with no other option on the horizon for Thornicus and Faora. Well, it's not that they had no other option, but rather, they had grown so fond of the village that they never really considered getting out of there to look for a more ideal place to live in. So by mere procrastination, days became weeks, weeks became months, and before they knew it, they had become fully settled in the village. In the first quarter of the first year was when they decided to make things formal with their union. With Nala standing in as Thornicus's mother and Daphne representing Faora's next of kin, they formally got married. About two months later was when Daphne had her first child, a spunky baby girl they named Maria White. Then seven months later was when Faora and Thornicus welcomed their first child, a cool-headed baby boy they named Gabriel Thornicus. It wa
It was just past midnight at Frostfall, and everyone had retired to their homes either sleeping or planning to get to sleep. But not Thornicus. He had been busy for so long without rest, working on something so important, that he had been busy throughout the past day, and was just a few steps from getting it finished. It was a figurine, but one that required so much intricate design that took so much time to perfect, and he wanted to do so, even though it would mean taking over a whole day to do it. He was just a few steps left from completing the piece and going to sleep. Now he was in the final step, which was the most difficult part. It had to be done in a stable environment, without even the slightest tremor from either the woodcutter or the environment. This part was to be done preferably in an ideal environment in complete silence, where the artist would be the least distracted by anything and focus solely on the task at hand.
Faora watches as James and her husband run off to board their dragons to face the oncoming threat. When they got ready to leave, a door opened, and out of it came Gabriel, her son. “What is going on, mother?”, the child asked as he placed a hand on his head. “I don't feel so good.” “Come on”, she said as she touched his forehead to check if he had a fever, but there was none. “Let's get you back to bed. You probably need more sleep.” As Gabriel got back inside, Faora looked up at the sky, seeing the oncoming threats one more time. Normally, she would have gone to join them in battle, but she had resolved not to reveal to anyone that she was a dragon slayer, as not even her children knew. Deep down she prayed that her husband and his friend will be safe as she shut the door of the house and locked it from inside. She and Thornicus had resolved to give their children a normal life, away from the violence they were brought up
Nala was having a hard time keeping up with the swift Dorcas, who easily dodged her attacks. She was impervious to Nala's flames, and swallowing her was out of the question. At this point every attack Nala had in mind was useless, yet she still fought valiantly as if she had a great ace up her sleeve. “You think you can fool me with that, Nala?”, came a foreign voice in her head. Nala almost panicked when she heard a voice in her head that bore no resemblance to any of her riders - past or present. She didn't want to admit for a moment that someone who wasn't her rider had what it took to communicate with her telepathically. She looked at Dorcas and screeched with so much power that the enemy knew without reading her mind what the fuss was about. “You hate to know that I have slaughtered enough dragons and attained enough power to discuss telepathically with any dragon I want to”, Dorcas said. “How ma
“Excuse me?”, asked Thornicus. “You hear me right, young man”, Demos replied. “I don't know what to say”, Thornicus said. “Of course, you won't”, Demos said. “You just wanted to play savior whenever you saw fit, but when you were needed, you did nothing.” “What are you talking about?”, asked Thornicus. “Where were you when I and everyone I knew were slaughtered by the Dragon Slayers?”, asked Demos. “What have you been up to all this while? I and my family were killed like mere livestock, with our bodies fed to the vultures and hyenas while our souls trembled in this void, feeling unparalleled pain each time the dragon slayer uses our abilities, drawing from our essence. We all lost track of time, and most of us lost our sanity as the months went by. The few of us who were still Sentient held on, but we eventually lost hope. But now that we have grown accustomed to slavery, you come out of nowhere to p
“Why did you keep me alive?”, she asked. “I'm not sure”, Demos said. “What do you mean by that?”, she asked. “Beats me”, Demos replied. “Tell me”, she insisted. “Fine, then”, Demos said. “I want to take revenge on those Dragon riders, even though it involves keeping your broken body alive until I find a stronger host.” “You hate the dragon riders?”, asked Dorcas. “I didn't hate them before, but now, I have come to do so”, he replied. “I want them to pay.” “You are angry with them for not protecting you against me?”, she asked. “It's not about me. Not like I'd expect you to understand”, he replied. “It's for my family.” “So that is why you refused to come out during the exorcism?”, asked Dorcas. “Yes”, Demos replied. “As you know, once I leave this body, I will cease to have a form and vanish away like I never existed. I can't do that wi
Troy and the other dragon Slayers close by watched as the severely injured Dorcas got slapped in the chest by her daughter's blazing arm. What came out of the woman's mouth was what seemed to be the roar of a dragon instead of the cry of a dying woman. This put Troy on edge, as he wasn't fully sure about what was going on. Being ready for anything, the readied himself, setting both arms on fire as he took a few steps back. The circle of eyewitnesses widened as they saw Dorcas's dead body fall limp to the ground with a gaping hole in her chest. Ariel looked at them as they stepped away from her, and she slowly got up. Her eyes were now glowing white and her countenance was frightening. “Who are you?”, asked Troy, instantly knowing that this wasn't the playful and timid Ariel they were all used to anymore. “Your destiny and your doom”, she replied with a bestial voice. “You came here using Dorcas's body, and then
Ariel's journey was no easy one. Her body was not in good shape, as it was frail, especially when exposed to extreme climates such as this without proper protection. Her lips were chapped, and ice crystals were slowly forming on her eyebrows and uncovered hair. Her abilities as a Dragon Slayer didn't help either, as for some reason, she couldn't access the dragon essence within her. Or in other words, she didn't know how to. Back at the cave before her dying mother returned she had barely joined the active unit of dragon slayers, because she was too young, and just like her mother, was not advised to even do so whenever she comes of age. Apart from the few self-defense techniques taught to her by others in the cave in their spare time, she knew nothing else with which she could defend herself. Now she was helpless, with no means through which she could either keep h