open The Last of One's Kind

[Nameless Knight 1,001]

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"It was along time ago when he was just an egg and I was much younger. When he hatched we connected and bonded instantly, he wasn't the largest of dragons, really he was the runt " Shadow said as she continued to walk deeper into the cave.

 

Tenebae heard Raali snort out smoke and looked at him.

[Demirari 454]

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(Walls of texts below!) 

 

The small force marched towards Albion, the banners of Doritha flew high above. The knights in front, then followed the swordsmen, the archers, and finally the ballistas. This force continued on their path before situating near the same forest Captain Artemis detailed her short duration in. Then, the force quickly dispersed into small units as they disappeared in search of a dragon Captain Artemis had also included in her report that had initiated this very hunt. The remainder began building up a large cage made up of graphene and refined steel designed to imprison the dragon till they return back to Doritha.

 

"Our hunt will begin as soon as one of the scouting parties report the sighting of our search," Lady Florence said as she watched the small camp with the key of their hunt, the ballistas being made ready to depart any second. Added on to that were the dozens of horses and men resting before the hunt. Even her second-in-command during this mission, Praesul Barden had taken well of his liberty to play a game of cards with the lesser soldiers of Praeses Ordinis and even the soldiers of Doritha. 

 

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The Battle of the Marchlands began with the retreat of the infamous General Gerard and his army to a defensive position on top of a hill. Following in confident pursuit was his rival, General Irwin. It was a chase that could be personified as a thousand-pound grizzly bear being chased down by a small fox with a cunning mind. One may laugh all they want at such imagine in their mind; however, for General Gerard, the wrong move could have him tumbling down and being pierced by the hated spears of the fox. Indeed, a few years from now, a young man would detail the vicious last stand with, ironically, a bear and a fox fighting in a new art style known as cartoon. 

General Gerard had poured himself a cup of rich, strong, black coffee as the early sun rose from the east. Reading a minor report, he stood up and walked outside his tent, his guards saluted. Having dressed in battle armor, he held the hilt of his sword lightly. He watched the early sky and his men as they moved around his camp with clear tension. Then, he turned his gaze toward the approaching figure of his lieutenant. 

"Sir! I'm glad you are awake," his lieutenant spoke smiling as he bowed before his commander. The lieutenant had taken off his steel helmet and placed it under one of his arms with the free arm behind his back as a sign of respect. He then returned to his standing position as he smiled at the sight of the cup of coffee. "Coffee already sir? Black coffee at that!" His lieutenant seemed to winkle his nose nose at the very thought of black coffee and the sight itself.

The stoic General Gerard only nodded his head as he didn't further the conversation on his choice of coffee, "Good morning, did my foe set up his blockade?" It was a rhetorical question and also a curious one at that. From the general's current position, the sight of any blockade was hidden by the small trees below his position on the highest point on the hill. However, his sense already tells what his opponent had already done... although a confirmation was always welcome to either ease or encourage the tension in the general's mind.

The lieutenant nodded grimly as he lead the general to the outermost of the camp towards walls of men with their accursed crossbolts pointing at the camp. Good to know the blasted Loyalists still have honor to not shoot the two commanders of the defending army. That was a relief to General Gerard, though he dare not to show weakness in front of his enemy. Glancing at the well-entrenched enemies with their banners firmly planted onto the ground. To the outermost ring was the Praeses Church's symbol and the inner was the double-headed eagle of the Imperialists.

As such, the camp of General Gerard was surrounded by his opponent, General Irwin. It was an uneasily silence between two armies as the sun rose to to its uppermost position. Afternoon has arrived as talks began. The talks were a false illusion, a false hope to give to the soldiers of both sides... more to the defenders really. First was the defenders, General Gerard and his guards--their armor were the brightest and the best of the defenders and even the attackers. Followed along was General Irwin in his trench-coat followed by his own set of guards that were far less better than their opponents.

Two gloves, one black with white; the other white with black greeted each other in the traditional styled handshake. The former of General Gerard, the latter was General Irwin. Two contrasting men with the greatest of all powers of right now. Here they stand, in front of General Gerard's tent deciding the fate of two-hundred thousand men. A simple surrender would save all; a simple refusal could end all the defenders and even the invaders.

General Irwin, the handsome devil as some called him, smiled as he greeted his rival, "Good day. I hope this is a meeting will end with a surrender General Gerard," he paused as he motioned at the area in general, "after all, we don't want unnecessary deaths caused by a futile battle." He ended with a drawl. He had came, in the quite demanding request of his men, to offer a surrender to General Gerard. 

General Gerard, the old grizzly bear, shook his head as he responded, "I've pledged my support for the thrones my fellow general of the opposite faction. There will be no surrender till the last breathes his or her final breath." His eyes narrowed at the words he, himself spoke. General Gerard was always a man that had valued honor with the highest regard, that means his promise to the thrones. Or even perhaps it was stubbornness that was really the factor that made General Gerard refuse the request of surrender; perhaps it was the fear of appearing weak before his rival that prevented such notion to come to reality.

A disappointed look flashed through General Irwin's roguish face as he heard the reply before the disappointment settled into nonexistence as he regained his emotions before they could be seen more than a mere few seconds. "I see, well…" he shook his head sighing, "I'll see you on the battlefield than." He then turned around and left, his trench-coat contrasting the graphene armor of his men as they followed him, surrounding him, preventing any sudden attack from the defenders in their most vulnerable state. Though they did trust General Gerard from using a dirty tactic, they didn't trust his men with the same faith. One man with an army that was trustworthy is trusted, the men under the man are held to a lesser regard as one can never predict what the men will react, as the saying goes.

As such refusal, the battle begun in earnest. The first volley of bolts impacting the wooden fortifications. They cracked, burned, melted their way through the strong walls. That was not enough as the walls stood with minor injuries. Next came the ballistas and their upgraded armament. The brilliant crashes as the fortifications buckled as wood splintered from the new force that in comparison to the first volley from the crossbolts, was a mountain to a small tree. Some unfortunate soldiers were the worst position as their open bodies, in literal means, were ripped in half as the bolts pierced their armor then gutted through flesh like a hot blade through butter. The volley from the crossbolts and ballistas didn't end there as another volley was soon launched. This continual slamming into the great wooden fortifications continued until all came to a dead silence with a single piece of the circular wooden wall fell down in a screech.

A war cry followed as the invading army's sergeants rallied their men forward. It was a clear shout that even reached the ears of General Gerard. "FORWARD MEN! INTO THE BREECH! ON THE DOUBLE!" It was now a clash as the assault was cut down as they charged towards the ripped walls of the defenders. It wasn't enough as moments later, soldiers began pouring through the cracked walls and truly did the deadly waltz begin. A dance of death began with the first slash of a blade downwards towards a surprised man.

The ground was littered with flesh, splinters of wood, steel, graphene, and blood. The shouts and screams of pain and fear was rampant. The ground, the blood, the steel, the iron rich blood. The repeating dance that was war. Repetition was abundant as the men and women of each army did what they practiced for months on end. Training that took ages, that bond soldiers together in companionship, it all ended with the end of a blade or bolt or arrow. Months and even years of such repetition, such work, such determination, such hopes, and such dreams alike were ended in the blink of an eye. This was truly an example of the nature of the universe and war itself.

THUNK! THUNK! THUNK! Three sudden and successive shots as three bodies fell. Three bolts penetrated the hearts of three men as the archers reloaded faster than mere seconds. The swords were next as they pierced through armor and into the soft flesh of the wearers. Some fell even before they were shot or killed by the blade by the collective stress that was a battlefield. Not even the training each man or woman was provided could compensate for the sudden emotional turmoil that built up upon seeing the people one trained with die.

A foot landed on a downed soldier as a sergeant whispered his words with utter hatred and mourning, "I'll meet you all in hell, you going there first." Then the downed man's last sight was the crossbolt aimed at his head primed to fire at the heed of its master's touch. Another cry in pain before momentarily silenced as the defenders were driven back and back. Line by line fell. Bodies fell alongside their comrades and hated enemies. Each defender gave his or her life in a futile attempt in stopping the rushing force of the attackers and their growing confidence in the ever closer sign of victory. It was in arms reach as each invader felt renewed energy that this battle will end in mere minutes. Indeed, some began salivating at the mere smell of the distant and yet close victory, each eager to take a welcomed bite from it.

General Gerard, like his men, fought like a man possessed at the growing futility of the battle. Yet his blade continued on with its work with the same energy as it started without any degradation of power or speed. Then a THUNK, pain rippled through the back of his chest. Another sharp pain happened to his left leg. His eyes grew wide at these sudden infliction of pain, their origins seem to be mysterious to the general as he took minor steps, his left leg protesting in pain. His footing began to faultier as the deadly poison in each wound began their work upon the now weakened General Gerard.

"Set General Gerard in a comfortable tent." The last thing General Gerard heard as the world settled into peacefulness, the sentence from a seemingly familiar voice repeated itself in his mind as he drifted to asleep. The fox had finally triumphed over the mighty grizzly bear. The chase that took nearly a month, one filled with tricks and turns, one that had ended many lives. Now, it, itself now lays in a long deserved rest as the hill of Marchland. Here lays one-hundred-thousand crushed dreams and bodies as the longest chase in the Arcanum Civil War bid its rider, General Irwin a last fair well.

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While the Battle of the Marchlands ended in the hands of the Loyalist, the next battle in the endless string of victories and defeats was the Battle of the Iria Sea. Indeed, First Admiral Archer managed to defeat the Loyalist fleet of the Meiss Provincial Government after four days of continued sea battle. Though the victory was hardly as grand as the victory of the Loyalists in the Battle of the Marchlands. This was a much smaller scale with the Loyalist being the outnumbered this time round. Even more insulting to the already furious Imperialists that even with an outnumbered force, the Loyalists managed to hand First Admiral Archer a pyrrhic victory instead of a quick and easy one as it should had been. 

 

The reason of this was simply the technological edge the Loyalists held proudly over their opponents. As while the Imperialists were using the now-obsolete weaponry and denied accessed to the latest of the art weapons that the Loyalists were granted. The biggest trouble was the Praeses Scientia, even if none of its members were directly participating in this deadly civil war. If the Praeses Scientia sided with the Imperialists instead or even never had been founded, the outcome could had been different indeed.

[Rainbow Dash 1,472]

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"Thats a sweet story. So he's been there with you since day one, huh?" Zefira asks.
Zefira continues to follow behind Shadow, soon being unable to see. Zefira looked around and sighed.
"Should have brought a torch with me."

Raali looks up at Tenebae and glances over his figure. 

[Nameless Knight 1,001]

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" Yes... He has. Believe it or not, that's one of the reasons he is so protective of me... We have been a team since the beginning and He doesn't want harm to come to me..." Shadow said as she continued to walk until she noticed that the cave began to descend

 

Tenebae slowly looked away, he still didn't trust Raali or Zefira.

[Rainbow Dash 1,472]

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Zefira smiles and walks closer to Shadow.
"You and Tenebrae seem as close as one can be to each other. Almost as if you were on being. Im glad you two are in my squad." Zefira says.
Zefira begins to think about how she and Raali met, and how they bonded.

Raali watches Tenebrae as he looks away. Raali figured Tenebrae wasn't a social or confident dragon, so he averted his gaze from him and focused on the cave entrance, waiting for Zefira and Shadow to emerge.

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 Shadow was about to say something before she slipped and fell forward. "ow..." She said as she got up and rubbed her head. She felt the ground and it was wet. "Be careful its slippery..." Shadow said as she slowly continued

 

Tenebae stood up and decided to go for a short fly. As he flew he kept his eye on the cave entrance.

[Rainbow Dash 1,472]

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Zefira heard the noise of skin and bones hitting the ground and felt for Shadow.
"Shadow! Are you ok?" She asks.
Zefira began to step more cautiously, now that she was unable to see the ground in front of her. She felt around for rocks or ledges with her foot before putting her full weight on it.

Raali peeks at Tenebrae taking off. He shifts a bit and rests his eyes on the entrance to the cave.

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"I'm okay" Shadow said as she continued to go deeper into the cave. Shadow stuck her hand forward after a while and she felt a dead end. "Well that was a waste of time for a dead end." Shadow said when she noticed it was a dead end. She was actually sad from this discovery.

[FractalMoon 378]

The spirit had watched as the memories played out. But the soul of this lady would be too valueable alive than dead. With that the spirit touched her shoulder imparting the mark of the Dracomancers. And with that part one of the ritual was done. The mark on her shoulder began to glow.

Draco stood up and sliced his wrist as he walked into the pool. He drew on runes onto Lilly's body. He looked like he was in a trance. A deep one. He walked back out of the pool then began to chant. The runes glowed with a blue light. The light intensified as it began to transform the grandmaster of the Dragon Rider's body into that of a sturdier Dracomancer's body.

As the runes are drawn Lily tenses up, preparing for the intense pain that was about to hit her. And hit her it did. Like a trillion white-hot needles sticking in every point of her body at once as her body begins to change. Bones crack and lengthen, calcium is pulled for the job by making every bone a much stronger lattice structure. Muscle becomes denser and stronger. Her facial structure becomes slightly more streamlined, and thus more conducive to flight. Finally, after about 15 minutes of agony, her transformation is complete. The limited paralysis, induced by the spirit to prevent her from hurting herself, is lifted and, in a voice far more melodic than that which she was used to, she screams at the top of her lungs.

Asator smiles and pats Ali's side.

"I would never hurt you. You are too kind to me." He says.

He bows his head and sighs when Ali asks about magic.

"No, I am sorry. If I knew anyone....well..I wonder if that Grandmaster does magic?" He thinks out loud.

Asator didn't want to think about the faction of Dragon Riders, but if it meant Ali's happiness he would do it.

Ali shakes her head sadly, "No, that grandmaster was a very dangerous woman, but she was not that type of mage. Don't worry though, it was just a pipe dream... I'll be nice and healed soon..."

[Rainbow Dash 1,472]

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"Really, a dead end?" Zefira says, "Maybe there is a secret tunnel, or trap door"
Zefira begins to feel around the cave floor, hoping for some sort of latch or lever.
"I hope this isnt a magically sealed cave or something."
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"That grandmaster allowed abuse on dragons. She had the nerve to say that she didn't want it this way." Asator spits on an adjacent building.
"In any case, maybe if I rubbed your wing it'll heal faster." Asator says as he turns around and begins to massage Ali's wings.
Asator didnt know much about medicine, let alone dragon recovery. He thought about offering Ali ale, since Asator would drink and sometimes pour ale on his wounds. It didnt help much, but it did disinfect his wounds.

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As the runes are drawn Lily tenses up, preparing for the intense pain that was about to hit her. And hit her it did. Like a trillion white-hot needles sticking in every point of her body at once as her body begins to change. Bones crack and lengthen, calcium is pulled for the job by making every bone a much stronger lattice structure. Muscle becomes denser and stronger. Her facial structure becomes slightly more streamlined, and thus more conducive to flight. Finally, after about 15 minutes of agony, her transformation is complete. The limited paralysis, induced by the spirit to prevent her from hurting herself, is lifted and, in a voice far more melodic than that which she was used to, she screams at the top of her lungs.

Ali shakes her head sadly, "No, that grandmaster was a very dangerous woman, but she was not that type of mage. Don't worry though, it was just a pipe dream... I'll be nice and healed soon..."

"And it is done," Draco said as he wrapped his wrist. He walked to Lilly"It's time to reclaim your friend. You must call her to you. Use your strength to call to her. I know it hurts right now but you must do it now less this was for naught," Draco said to the grandmaster

[FractalMoon 378]

"That grandmaster allowed abuse on dragons. She had the nerve to say that she didn't want it this way." Asator spits on an adjacent building.

"In any case, maybe if I rubbed your wing it'll heal faster." Asator says as he turns around and begins to massage Ali's wings.

Asator didnt know much about medicine, let alone dragon recovery. He thought about offering Ali ale, since Asator would drink and sometimes pour ale on his wounds. It didnt help much, but it did disinfect his wounds.

Ali growls in relief, and Asator feels a strange sensation as the pain of his partner's wound is quickly healed. Unbeknownst to either of them, they've discovered a strange quirk of the bond between Rider and Dragon. That being the capability of sympathetic healing. For an as-yet-unknown reason, the bond between the two partners worked in a manner similar to Faith magic, allowing for some minor injuries to be healed solely by the belief that they could be healed in such a way. Ali cranes her neck to look up at Asator, "I don't know what you did, but it doesn't hurt anymore! Do you want to go flying now?"

"And it is done," Draco said as he wrapped his wrist. He walked to Lilly"It's time to reclaim your friend. You must call her to you. Use your strength to call to her. I know it hurts right now but you must do it now less this was for naught," Draco said to the grandmaster

Lily nods, "O-ok... I'll try..." She reaches out with a sense she didn't know she had, extending her consciousness to the world of the spirits. Using her amulet as a guide, she calls to the spirit of her dragon, "Stellatera? Are you there? Please come to me..."

[Demirari 454]

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It would seem to be strange as fate would have it that Captain Artemis noted the two figures the hunt was started on. "There they are, the duo where this stemmed from, my fellow archers, be haste." At that, Captain Artemis and her group disappeared back towards the camp. Their horses, a fine breed designed for quick travel, stormed into the camp and slowed to a halt before Lady Florence. Bowing her head, Captain Artemis quickly reported the sighting, "M'lady, we found our targets of interest. We must make uttermost haste!" 

 

The camp immediately spurred up in fanatical movement. The ballistas ready and are already moving as the scouts guided them. Followed then were the thousands of men marched silently with their crossbows and swords. The cavalry stayed behind in the camp to protect the vital supplies and to prepare the cage. Then Praesul Braden waited for the healer and Lady Florence along with twenty Praeses Ordinis soldiers. While the air was thick with excitement and such, the Praeses Ordinis soldiers showed not even a single noticeable amount of such emotions. They waited as the others went ahead, entrusting Captain Artemis to prevent any early and unexpected volleys of bolts and ballistas. 

 

Lady Florence pulled the reins of her mount slightly, proving forward slowly. "Quickly, we must make haste. It is uncertain if our targets will be leaving soon or will be staying at the spot or near the spot."

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""Hmm," Draco said as he added his own to aid her. The calling was irrisitable to the dragon spirit who was called. Draconic magic was warmth to the spirit of the dead dragons. He smiled slightly "Almost there. Yes she's here heeding your call now make a pact with her,"

[FractalMoon 378]

""Hmm," Draco said as he added his own to aid her. The calling was irrisitable to the dragon spirit who was called. Draconic magic was warmth to the spirit of the dead dragons. He smiled slightly "Almost there. Yes she's here heeding your call now make a pact with her,"

Lily begins to do as Draco says, opening her mind and memories to her old friend and expecting to be welcomed back with open arms. Instead, she feels an anger and hurt from the spirit, which exclaims, "Murderer! Monster! You are not my friend, she died along with me that day for your selfishness!"

[Rainbow Dash 1,472]

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Asator swatted his back, thinking that the pain he felt might have been from a bug bite. The thought of him feeling Ali's pain crossed his mind, but he was skeptical. How could he feel someone elses physical pain? Asator shrugs and looks back at Ali's wing.
"Really? You are all better? Well if you can fly lets go up to the skies!" Asator exclaims looking up and thinking about touching the clouds.
"Just...dont push yourself."

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Olaf watches behind Draco as the two engage in the ritual. He looks at Lily and can't help but to feel sorry for her situation.
Ah selfishness....one of the many downfalls of the living. He thinks to himself.

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Lily begins to do as Draco says, opening her mind and memories to her old friend and expecting to be welcomed back with open arms. Instead, she feels an anger and hurt from the spirit, which exclaims, "Murderer! Monster! You are not my friend, she died along with me that day for your selfishness!"

 

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Asator swatted his back, thinking that the pain he felt might have been from a bug bite. The thought of him feeling Ali's pain crossed his mind, but he was skeptical. How could he feel someone elses physical pain? Asator shrugs and looks back at Ali's wing.

"Really? You are all better? Well if you can fly lets go up to the skies!" Asator exclaims looking up and thinking about touching the clouds.

"Just...dont push yourself."

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Olaf watches behind Draco as the two engage in the ritual. He looks at Lily and can't help but to feel sorry for her situation.

Ah selfishness....one of the many downfalls of the living. He thinks to himself.

"Ah should have seen this coming. Spirits become angry after sometime," Draco said and sighed. "Look Lilly what do you want me to do?" Draco asked as he was going to call upon one of the empty Soul Cairns. He looked at Lilly as he stood infront of her to protect her. "Olaf," Draco said as he transformed once more. "Let go of your hatred spirit," Draco said in Draconic to the spirit. He didn't want to force the pact but if it came down to it. He would have to do the forceful pact like Dracomancers did with the more uncooperative souls.

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"Ah should have seen this coming. Spirits become angry after sometime," Draco said and sighed. "Look Lilly what do you want me to do?" Draco asked as he was going to call upon one of the empty Soul Cairns. He looked at Lilly as he stood infront of her to protect her. "Olaf," Draco said as he transformed once more. "Let go of your hatred spirit," Draco said in Draconic to the spirit. He didn't want to force the pact but if it came down to it. He would have to do the forceful pact like Dracomancers did with the more uncooperative souls.

Lily begins to convulse, the shock of having such a hostile spirit enter her mind too much for her already-weakened body. Slowly the hostile feeling fades from the room as the spirit sees its long-lost friend be brought once again to the edge of being irrevocably broken. Eventually it only radiates a friendly and relaxing aura, "I... I accept your covenant. I may hate what you have become, but you have tried to become better so I suppose I can try and make you less of a monster."

 

Asator swatted his back, thinking that the pain he felt might have been from a bug bite. The thought of him feeling Ali's pain crossed his mind, but he was skeptical. How could he feel someone elses physical pain? Asator shrugs and looks back at Ali's wing.

"Really? You are all better? Well if you can fly lets go up to the skies!" Asator exclaims looking up and thinking about touching the clouds.

"Just...dont push yourself."

Ali takes a solid takeoff pose, then begins flapping powerfully to take them both high into the sky. With practiced ease she takes them up to the cloud layer so that Asator can touch the clouds as he wished to.

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"Good that's it welcome to the order my lady," Draco said as he picked up his new queen. The mark on her signafied her rank which was above him. He was a soldier class who got lucky with his Dragon spirit sensing his thirst for vengeance. He carried her to his bed then laid her down. "Rest now my queen we will train when you awaken,"

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[Rainbow Dash 1,472]

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Olaf looks at Draco and then at Lily. He senses the spirits emotional fluctuations and clenches his chest.
So heartwarming...I feel like I should shed a tear for her. He continues to observe the Grandmaster and Draco.

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"Woah!"
Asator feels his stomach drop as Ali and him ascend up to the skies. He looks around and smiles ear to ear as clouds passed all around them.
"HELL YEAH!" He exclaims as he swipes his hands through clouds.
Asator looks at Ali and gives her a tight hug around her body.
"You are the best, Ali! I can now boast to my enemies that I have touched the sky!"

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Olaf looks at Draco and then at Lily. He senses the spirits emotional fluctuations and clenches his chest.

So heartwarming...I feel like I should shed a tear for her. He continues to observe the Grandmaster and Draco.

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"Woah!"

Asator feels his stomach drop as Ali and him ascend up to the skies. He looks around and smiles ear to ear as clouds passed all around them.

"HELL YEAH!" He exclaims as he swipes his hands through clouds.

Asator looks at Ali and gives her a tight hug around her body.

"You are the best, Ali! I can now boast to my enemies that I have touched the sky!"

"Damn it Olaf quit being a perve already," Draco said as he wanted to punch his friend. "I need to heal and regain my energy. A transformation and a ritual? My synapses are burning and hurting," Draco said as he sat at the windowsill looking out it. "Heh but still nice to know I did something right. I still feel well guilty for causing you to sacrifice yourself Olaf,"

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Olaf looks over at Draco and raises his eyebrow at him.
"You feel guilty, do you? I dont think you can fathom the losses I took to save you. I can see you're already over it. I mean, Lily is a girl after all and I know how much you like to act like the 'knight in shining armor' to the ladies. How will you do it this time? Take advantage of Lily's weakened emotional state and try to talk her into becoming...what did you call her again? Oh, that is right..your queen." Olaf barks.
Ever since Olaf could remember, Draco was the immature one. Always trying to get the girl, no matter what it took. Whether it was fabricating an elaborate lie, or lashing out at people and playing the 'always gonna be alone' card. To think, Olaf gave his life for this tool. 

Olaf sighs and cracks his ghostly knuckles. He takes one more look at Draco and shakes his head. Even though Draco was a complete and utter fool, Olaf still cared for him as if he were a brother. Olaf floats over to where Zefira was patched up and thinks back to his days as a Dracomancer. 

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"Good that's it welcome to the order my lady," Draco said as he picked up his new queen. The mark on her signafied her rank which was above him. He was a soldier class who got lucky with his Dragon spirit sensing his thirst for vengeance. He carried her to his bed then laid her down. "Rest now my queen we will train when you awaken,"

Lily sleeps peacefully, then slowly awakens, "Where am I? What happened?" She slowly realizes that the ritual worked, and she hears the voice of her old friend in her head. She looks up at Draco, blinking, "So what now? What sort of Dracomancer am I?"

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Olaf looks at Draco and then at Lily. He senses the spirits emotional fluctuations and clenches his chest.

So heartwarming...I feel like I should shed a tear for her. He continues to observe the Grandmaster and Draco.

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"Woah!"

Asator feels his stomach drop as Ali and him ascend up to the skies. He looks around and smiles ear to ear as clouds passed all around them.

"HELL YEAH!" He exclaims as he swipes his hands through clouds.

Asator looks at Ali and gives her a tight hug around her body.

"You are the best, Ali! I can now boast to my enemies that I have touched the sky!"

Ali begins to spiral around the cloud, moving at a breakneck pace. In Asator's mind he hears her voice, "Or... You know... You could boast that you have a friend whose breath can melt the strongest armors that all but lost cultures can produce."

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Olaf looks over at Draco and raises his eyebrow at him.

"You feel guilty, do you? I dont think you can fathom the losses I took to save you. I can see you're already over it. I mean, Lily is a girl after all and I know how much you like to act like the 'knight in shining armor' to the ladies. How will you do it this time? Take advantage of Lily's weakened emotional state and try to talk her into becoming...what did you call her again? Oh, that is right..your queen." Olaf barks.

Ever since Olaf could remember, Draco was the immature one. Always trying to get the girl, no matter what it took. Whether it was fabricating an elaborate lie, or lashing out at people and playing the 'always gonna be alone' card. To think, Olaf gave his life for this tool. 

 

Olaf sighs and cracks his ghostly knuckles. He takes one more look at Draco and shakes his head. Even though Draco was a complete and utter fool, Olaf still cared for him as if he were a brother. Olaf floats over to where Zefira was patched up and thinks back to his days as a Dracomancer. 

Draco sneered at Olaf "So I'm some knight in shining armor? You really didn't get a look at the mark on her shoulder did you," Draco said as he sighed. "She is a queen Dracomancer you should feel it. But hey you want to insult someone who showed her abit of kindness. You want to say that I do things for ulterior motives? Well what about you Olaf? You pretended to be a gentleman for your lady. Then what happened she cheated on you. Maybe I am just a nice guy. Bloody goat fucker,"

Lily sleeps peacefully, then slowly awakens, "Where am I? What happened?" She slowly realizes that the ritual worked, and she hears the voice of her old friend in her head. She looks up at Draco, blinking, "So what now? What sort of Dracomancer am I?"

Ali begins to spiral around the cloud, moving at a breakneck pace. In Asator's mind he hears her voice, "Or... You know... You could boast that you have a friend whose breath can melt the strongest armors that all but lost cultures can produce."

Draco ended his rant when she awakened. And tilted his head towards her. "You are a queen it would seem that Kalahira herself gave you that mark," Draco said as he pointed to her left shoulder. "Or rather queen class Dracomancer. Me I'm a soldier class. If I had to guess knight class now. But I disgress. Your friend seems to be a fire dragon. A powerful Queen class dragon at that. To have gained her loyalty is impressive milady,"

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Ali begins to spiral around the cloud, moving at a breakneck pace. In Asator's mind he hears her voice, "Or... You know... You could boast that you have a friend whose breath can melt the strongest armors that all but lost cultures can produce."

Asator's eyes widen as he hears Ali's voice in his head.
"WOAH! Either the ale is getting to me, or I heard your voice in my head!" Asator laughs and raises his fist in the air.
​"You can melt things with your breath?"

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"How stupid are you? First off, I can't feel much of anything anymore...you know...because I'M A GHOST. Besides, her powers as a queen hasn't fully awakened yet. And what Lady? I never had a lady, nor did I go after one. I felt at peace with my inner dragon spirit and had no need to pursue a relationship." Olaf shakes his head.
"I guess your inner dragon spirit is messing with your head alot now. You used to think more clearly than what you are doing now."
Olaf sighed as he remembered that Draco lived up to his reputation of being immature. He remembers back when Draco would throw a hissy fit whenever he was called out. Draco would often make up lies about him, so he wouldn't look as bad in comparison. Olaf rubs his temples and decides to be the mature one, once again.