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 upNala 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
When Ariel was getting wasted away in the frozen desert, she was found by Gabriel and his father, Thornicus when they went out hunting. While the son was begging the father to take the child they had just found to safety, Thornicus was disturbed by the way the child looked. She had a horn protruding from the left side of her forehead, and her skin was pale, way too pale to be caused by just being out in the snow for too long. He also noticed scales surrounding the area where the horn was, along with most of the left side of her face. Her mouth was slightly open, and he could see the fangs through the little space between her chapped lips. “Hey!”, Gabriel called Thornicus, seeing that he was distracted by her bizzare looks. “Father, she needs help!” “What happened to her?” asked Thornicus, uncomfortable by the way she was looking. He wished he could send a telepathic message to his dragon, Nala to hear her take on
While Faora and her son were happy to have a new member in the family despite Thornicus's silent disapproval, the former dragon slayer noticed something strange happening with the girl his wife now called “Katherine.” It was the same thing he had noticed with Dorcas about a week ago. The only difference was that while he was hearing hundreds of dragons calling out for help to him from within Dorcas, this time, from within Katherine, he could hear the thoughts and motives of a conscious essence living within her. So to the surprise of his wife and child, Thornicus went behind Katherine, hitting the back of her neck so hard that she instantly lost consciousness. “Katherine!”, Gabriel yelled out. “What are you doing?”, Faora asked as she walked towards Thornicus, thinking he just did it because he didn't like Katherine. “I'll let you know once I fully figure this out”, Thornicus said as he set his left hand on
Thornicus led the conscious essence to Nala's cave, looking around as the both of them got inside. They could hear a rumbling sound coming from deep inside, and the tears poured out all the more from Katherine's eyes and Demos saw his little sister, Nala for the first time in decades. Nala at first thought it was a threat, but seeing how comfortable Thornicus was when standing right next to the person gave her a bit of assurance. Still, she couldn't shake off the feeling of unease that lingered within her. She looked at the person standing right next to Thornicus before looking back at her rider. The two other dragons naturally felt uneased, as their mother was, but Thornicus assured them as their dragon lord that all was well. “What is going on here, Thornicus?” asked Nala. “Your brother said he wants to see you, so I thought; why not let him at least try?” replied Thornicus. Then he turned to leave.<