Age of Fire Isekai: Effect and Cause
#6 of The Age of Fire Isekai Series
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Age of Fire: Era of the Talon
Effect and Cause
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Location: The Delvings, Founders Chambers
The journey from the abandoned mine to the heart of the Delvings was a spectacle of whispered tales and veiled fear from the dwarves who bore witness to their passage. Olivia, her scales shimmering in the ambient glow of the subterranean lights, led the way, flanked by Irelia, Gilead, and the two other Griffarans. The hatchlings--Shadowcatch, Nirava, and Furya--kept close to Irelia, seemingly both excited and nervous about this new environment so unlike any they'd ever seen.
After a seemingly endless maze of tunnels and bridges, they finally arrived at an ornate door flanked by two heavily armed dwarven guards. One of them muttered something into a speaking tube, and after a moment, the door groaned open to reveal a grand chamber. Here, seated at an elaborate stone table, were Vedkay and Zedkay, the Founding Partners. Despite their age, their eyes were as sharp as finely honed axes, missing nothing.
Olivia entered with a nod of her head, a sign of respect but not submission. "Honorable Founders Vedkay and Zedkay, I thank you for granting us this audience."
The dwarves exchanged a glance before Vedkay spoke, his voice surprisingly robust for his age. "Olivia, your actions have exceeded the scope of our agreement. The mine was abandoned, not infinite. We can't house all of dragonkind."
Olivia shifted her gaze between the two founders. "Respectfully, the contract states that as long as the mine can fit the dragons-- which it can-- then the dragons are afforded the protection of the homeowner of the contract holder. Moreover, it stipulates that food and water are to be provided for the guests by the homeowner."
Zedkay leaned forward, his eyes narrowing. "Technically accurate, but did you ever consider the spirit of the contract rather than the letter?"
"With all due respect, Founders, in times of crisis, we don't have the luxury of pondering the spirit of the law when the letter of the law provides immediate relief and safety," Olivia replied.
Vedkay cleared his throat before leaning in, his eyes full of concern.
"Olivia, the ripples of your activities in Hypatia have not gone unnoticed. You must understand that the Diadem relies on a delicate balance of alliances and trade agreements. Your actions have placed us in a precarious position."
Olivia looked back, her eyes reflecting the grave seriousness of the situation. "I understand the intricacies of trade politics better than you might think. But I have to point out that your trade issues were mounting even before we came into the picture. Hypatia has been unstable for a while now, and your enemies in the Wheel of Fire Dwarves are always looking for ways to disrupt your trade."
Zedkay chimed in, visibly irked. "Be that as it may, the timing of this could not be worse. Hypatia is on the edge of a knife, and now they have confirmation that we are harboring dragons and possibly enemies. This puts us in a dangerous position with every single trade partner we have."
Olivia sighed deeply, her scales almost sagging with the weight of her responsibilities. "Your concerns are not falling on deaf ears. The reality is that you, me, and everyone in The Chartered Company is under threat, whether it's trade or survival. I do have a suggestion that might alleviate some of your concerns, however."
Vedkay and Zedkay looked at her intently, as if trying to gauge whether her next words could offer a lifeline in the stormy seas they found themselves navigating.
"The Princedoms of the Sunstruck Sea can offer us a lifeline," Olivia offered. "KelGore, my mate, was raised among their royalty and has connections. If we can broker an alliance or a strong trade agreement with them, it might counterbalance the losses and mistrust generated elsewhere."
Vedkay perked up, "The Sunstruck Sea, you say? That's a trade route we've not fully explored due to previous commitments with Hypatia and the limitations set by the Wheel of Fire."
"And given the current circumstances, perhaps it's time to explore new avenues and alliances," Olivia continued. "I can assure you that with KelGore's influence and my own diplomatic abilities, we stand a good chance of negotiating something beneficial for all."
Zedkay seemed to mull over her words carefully, finally nodding. "If what you say is true, then perhaps it's a gambit worth taking. The Princedoms have resources we need, and we can offer them dwarven craftsmanship and gems in return. But this needs to be executed flawlessly; we cannot afford another diplomatic blunder."
"I understand the stakes," Olivia affirmed, "and I'm prepared to do everything within my power to make this work. But I also need your assurance that while we're making these diplomatic overtures, my kin and the Griffarans will remain protected here, as per our agreement. Goodness, you have nine young dragon hatchlings with many more on the way with five adult dragons willing to protect your chartered company."
The atmosphere in the chamber grew tense once more as Olivia shifted the conversation, her eyes locking onto the Founders with a seriousness that belied her dragonelle youth.
"While we're on the topic of safeguarding The Diadem's interests," she began, "it's worth noting that having dragons and Griffaran as allies provides more than just symbolic protection. We can offer tangible benefits. You're concerned about your eastern territories and the Ironriders? Dragons aren't particularly fond of those raiding tribes either, and I assure you, the Steppe Kings would think twice before engaging a fortified location protected by dragon fire and Griffaran aerial scouts."
Vedkay and Zedkay exchanged glances, a mix of skepticism and curiosity in their eyes. Zedkay was the first to break the silence. "While I appreciate the strategic implications, dragons feasting on human tribes isn't exactly the diplomatic gesture we aim for. It would hardly improve our standing among our human trade partners."
Olivia nodded, conceding the point. "Understood. But the threat of such a force serves as a deterrent, and there are other ways we could leverage our unique abilities to serve mutual interests. I can offer insights into forging more advantageous trade routes, ones that bypass traditional bottlenecks controlled by your competitors."
Her gaze settled on Vedkay. "In short, I can help The Diadem thrive during these trying times. All I ask in return is that you expand the scope of my contract to ensure the protection and well-being of my kin and allies here."
Vedkay leaned back in his intricately carved chair, stroking his beard thoughtfully. After what seemed like an eternity, he spoke. "What you propose, Olivia, is indeed ambitious. Yet ambition is the engine that has driven The Diadem since its inception. If you can indeed do as you say--provide not just protection but also a means to bolster our trade and profits--then we may have grounds for a renegotiated contract."
Zedkay leaned forward, his eyes sharpening. "But be warned, dragonelle. A contract with The Diadem is binding in more ways than you can fathom. We will expand the scope, but the terms will be exacting, and the penalties for failure severe."
Olivia met his gaze unflinchingly. "I expect nothing less. And you should expect nothing less from me. I intend to fulfill my end of the bargain to its fullest extent."
The two Founders nodded, as if a silent agreement had been reached without the need for further words. Vedkay reached for a scroll and a quill, preparing to draft the expanded terms.
"Dragonelle Olivia," he began, his voice echoing in the chamber, "we've made progress on the Mortar Cannon concept you presented. The designs have materialized into tangible, though inert, constructs. They sit there, bereft of function, and we are at an impasse. We have the form but lack the substance to ensure its completed design."
Olivia regarded Zedkay as he mentioned the Mortar Cannon, her eyes betraying a glint of interest. "Ah, the cannon. I've been pondering about its propulsion mechanism."
Zedkay nodded, his eyes focused and his tone earnest. "Indeed. We've managed to forge the components, but without an effective propellant, they remain little more than heaps of well-crafted metal."
"I may have a solution for you," Olivia ventured, "but it comes with a condition. I'll require assistance in its implementation--a Partner with just the right balance of pragmatism and ingenuity."
The Founders, Vedkay and Zedkay, exchanged another of their trademark glances. It was as if they spoke a silent language only they understood. Finally, Vedkay gestured for her to continue.
"I recommend appointing Djer for the position," Olivia announced.
The name stirred the chamber like a dropped stone ripples a pond. Murmurs spread among the nearby dwarves, their eyes widening in disbelief.
"Djer?" one dwarf blurted out, unable to contain his incredulity. "The same Djer who was pulling carts just a year ago? A nobody?"
Olivia met his gaze, undeterred. "Yes, the same Djer. But sometimes, it is the nobodies who have the most to offer. Humility is a rare trait, especially among those in positions of power. I've observed Djer, and I believe he possesses qualities that can greatly aid us."
The chamber fell silent, everyone's eyes now on Vedkay and Zedkay. They sat there, pondering her words, before Zedkay spoke. "Very well. If you vouch for him, then Djer shall be appointed a Partner, albeit provisionally. Now, about this propellant you speak of?"
Olivia nodded, satisfied with their decision. "The substance you need is gunpowder. It's a mixture of saltpeter, charcoal, and sulfur. Combined in the correct ratios and ignited, it will provide the force you need to propel your munitions. It's a powerful and dangerous substance but used wisely, it can revolutionize warfare."
The dwarves listened, a new reverence in their eyes. While the subject of chemical concoctions wasn't alien to them, the application seemed groundbreaking.
"Moreover," Olivia continued, "if you manage to miniaturize the cannon design, the same gunpowder can be used for handheld versions. Imagine, firepower portable enough to be carried by a single dwarf."
The Founders seemed engrossed, their minds clearly racing through the possibilities. Vedkay finally broke the silence, "Gunpowder, you say? A simple enough ingredient, yet one with such profound implications. We'll get our best alchemists to work on it at once."
"See to it that Djer is included in those discussions," Olivia added, emphasizing her earlier condition. "He may not have the formal training, but I assure you, he possesses a sort of wisdom that can't be taught."
Zedkay nodded. "Very well, dragonelle. Consider your terms accepted." The atmosphere in the chamber thickened as Zedkay and Vedkay shifted their attention to the imposing dragonelle standing beside Olivia. "And who might this be?" Zedkay asked, curiosity mixed with a subtle undertone of caution.
"This is Irelia," Olivia introduced, "the mother of a clutch of four and mate to AuRel."
Recognition flickered in the eyes of both Founders. Vedkay spoke first, "Irelia? Isn't she under contract with the Wheel of Fire dwarves? What is she doing here?"
Olivia's eyes hardened, and her voice carried an intensity that seemed to penetrate the walls of the chamber. "The Wheel of Fire dwarves, under the direction of Gobold Fangbreaker, have broken their oaths and endangered the lives of nearly all dragons in the region. Any contract made under such conditions is not just void but tainted with betrayal."
As she spoke, the hatchlings beside her--Shadowcatch, Nirava, and Furya--raised themselves, puffing up their chests as if to silently protest in solidarity against the Founders.
She continued, "I've saved Irelia, her mate AuRel, their hatchlings, and the hatchlings of others to ensure the survival of dragonkind. You see these young ones beside me? They are the future, and they will not live under the threat of extermination."
Olivia paused, letting her words sink in before going on. "Your trade partners to the West and North are not just unreliable; they are a threat to the stability of this region, and by extension, your own prosperity. Man and his ilk will amass an army of dragon riders by enslaving dragons. Do you want to be subjugated, to see your mines plundered and your people enslaved?"
The Founders shifted in their seats, a tinge of skepticism lining their ancient faces. "Your words are strong, Olivia, but words alone cannot shift the weight of doubt. We would require proof," Vedkay declared.
It was as if he had pierced a dam. Olivia turned her eyes toward the hatchlings standing defiantly beside her. "Proof? Do you see these young ones beside me? They were captured, and their parents slaughtered right in front of them. They were destined to be taken North, where they would be broken and bound, subjugated by the tyranny of man."
Zedkay opened his mouth, ready to issue a rebuttal, but he was interrupted by a piercing cry. Shadowcatch, unable to contain his emotions, yelled, "She speaks the truth! We saw our parents butchered! We would be in chains right now if not for her!"
Olivia nuzzled Shadowcatch gently, her eyes shimmering with a mixture of pride and sorrow. She then turned to the Founders. "Is this not proof enough? The future of dragonkind has been stained by betrayal and violence. I offer you a solution, with an incredible bargain price, exchange, and insights to make you all extensively rich and never needing to worry of your future and safety ever again."
Zedkay and Vedkay exchanged glances, their skepticism replaced by a sober understanding of the gravity of the situation. Vedkay finally spoke, "Very well, your point is made, and it is deeply troubling. What do you recommend?"
Olivia took a deep breath, collecting her thoughts before speaking. "Firstly, extend an invitation to the Thanes of Hypatia to meet here, in the Delvings. With your permission, I'd like to supervise those negotiations. Hypatia is the last bastion of reason and trade in this crumbling world, and we must fortify our relations with them."
Zedkay nodded, his eyes showing agreement. "That sounds like a prudent course of action. What else?"
"Secondly, arm every hold with cannons. The Mortar Cannon is a powerful defensive tool and can keep invaders at bay. I recommend that Djer oversee their construction. He is capable and resourceful, and with my guidance, we can ensure that these weapons remain a well-guarded secret until they are needed."
Location: The Delvings
As the heavy doors of the Founders' chamber swung closed behind them, the tension in the air seemed to dissipate, replaced by a collective sigh of relief that emanated from Olivia and her diverse entourage. They navigated through the labyrinthine corridors of the Delvings, their footfalls echoing off the chiseled stone walls. Irelia, her emerald scales glinting in the dim light of the passageways, turned her head to look at Olivia.
"You navigated that discussion with a dexterity I've rarely seen, even among diplomats of our kind," Irelia commented, a note of genuine admiration in her voice. "How did you come to understand the dwarves so well?"
Olivia chuckled, a warm sound that seemed to ease the residual tension in the group. "I picked up a few things while mating with KelGore," she said, her eyes twinkling with mischief.
Irelia burst into a throaty pruum, her eyes glowing brighter in amusement. "Ah, so that's the secret--bedroom diplomacy"
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"As far as diplomacy goes, I assure you, it's effective," Olivia quipped, joining Irelia in a humbling thruum. But then her eyes met Irelia's, and the levity was replaced by seriousness. "But on a more solemn note, I'm aware that I'm treading on dangerous grounds."
Irelia nodded, her face also growing serious. "You do realize the dwarves are fickle allies. They've been known to break their word, to betray their supposed friends. You play a perilous game."
"I know," Olivia said, her voice tinged with gravitas. "I've got several countermeasures in place in case they do decide to betray us. And let me assure you, they won't like those options. Not one bit."
"Intriguing," Irelia said, lifting her eyebrow ridge in curiosity. "Would you care to elaborate?"
"Let's just say I know several ways to make The Dwarves regret their choices and ensure our survival." Olivia pruumed, looking ahead. "Foresight is a wonder of an ability."
The group traversed through the craggy landscape, their footsteps echoing softly in the still night air. Irelia seemed to contemplate for a moment before speaking again.
"Is that why you knew to be there, at that precise moment when this Dragonblade and his hominids attacked?" she asked.
Olivia nodded, her eyes deep pools of reflection. "Yes, that was one of the most vivid and accurate visions I've ever had. It was like a scene unfolding before me in crystal clarity. I knew I had to act, or else we'd lose more than we could bear."
The hatchlings around Olivia pruumed and nudged her with their snouts, their eyes gleaming with something akin to reverence and gratitude. They had sensed the truth in her words, and it only elevated their view of the dragonelle who had become their guardian.
Irelia watched this interaction with envy. "The spirits have truly blessed you," she said softly, her voice tinged with wonder.
Olivia smiled, her expression warm yet mysterious. "Not the spirits, Irelia. Our ancestors have blessed me. They've guided my path, fortified my visions, and strengthened my magic."
Irelia's eyes widened in intrigued surprise. "Ancestors? You speak as though they've had a direct hand in your life."
Olivia grinned, her eyes twinkling like stars in the night sky. "Perhaps they have." She pruumed, leaving Irelia to ponder what she spoke... with Shadowcatch, Furya, and Nirava following her in tow with the Griffaran.
Location: The Dragon Mine
"The strongest survive, KelGore. It has always been our way!"
KelGore, the nomad dragon with an explorer's spirit, shook his head, disappointment clouding his eyes. "Your stubborn adherence to old traditions is the reason why we dragons find ourselves on the brink of extinction. The Wheel of Fire's betrayal should have been a wake-up call. The 'strongest shall survive' you speak of is a death sentence."
"Strong hatchlings make for a strong race!" AuRel retorted, fire dancing in his eyes.
KelGore sighed, his own vision burning with something different, a drive to change. "Strong? Or merely brutal? AuRel, I was born far from here, in the lands beyond the Bazaars of Wah-ah. I've seen different ways, different perspectives. We can be strong without resorting to savagery."
AuRel grumbled, his scales rattling in agitation. "A strong hatchling will grow to be a strong dragon, capable of fending off the hominids that threaten us."
KelGore leaned in closer, his eyes narrowing. "Have you not considered that unity can be our greatest strength against the hominids? Think, AuRel, think!" He bellowed.
AuRel snorted. "You speak of changing our very natures."
"I speak of evolving," KelGore retorted, "of learning from our mistakes. My sire, NiVesseth, died fighting for what he believed in. What do we believe in, AuRel, if we can't even change for the sake of our own survival?"
"You speak of unity, KelGore, but can you assure me that the changes you advocate won't bring about the same kind of betrayal we faced with The Wheel of Fire? A serpent's fang remains venomous, no matter how much it grins."
KelGore snarled, the fire in his belly rumbling dangerously close to the surface. "And what would you prefer? To wallow in our self-made purgatory until extinction takes us? Because make no mistake, AuRel, that is where we're headed if we continue down this path."
Their eyes, glowing embers in the dimly lit mine, remained locked in an unyielding contest of wills. It seemed as if any moment now, their fiery breath would spill forth and their talons would clash.
But before that volatile moment could reach its zenith, the sound of footfalls and the flapping of wings broke the silence. Olivia and Irelia entered the chamber, accompanied by a Griffaran and a cadre of dragon hatchlings. The tension dissipated like mist under the morning sun, and both elder dragons drew back, though not without a lingering glance that spoke volumes.
"Arguing about the old ways?" Olivia asked, a small grin crossing her lips as she strode into the chamber, her presence commanding despite her slender form.
AuRel turned to look at his mate, Irelia, and then at the hatchlings, his gaze softening. "I see you brought reinforcements."
KelGore chuckled, looking at Olivia. "Or perhaps reminders of why we need to adapt, to begin with."
Irelia glanced between AuRel and KelGore. "Arguments among us mean little if we do not secure a future for these young ones. I hope your heated discussion was fruitful?"
Olivia walked closer to KelGore and nudged him affectionately. "Sometimes, the old ways and new ideas must clash for progress to happen. But let's remember what we're fighting for." She pruumed, licking the cheek of KelGore before nuzzling into his side.
As the hatchlings continued to explore and play, momentarily unaware of the weighty concerns of the adults, AuRel and KelGore turned their attention back to Olivia and Irelia. The latter sensed the curiosity in their eyes, the unspoken question lingering in the air.
"You've been gone for some time," KelGore started, his eyes searching Olivia's. "I can sense that it was no ordinary errand. What news do you bring?"
Olivia exhaled deeply, her eyes meeting KelGore's, then drifting to AuRel's. "The wheels are in motion for something greater than any of us have faced before. The Princedoms of The Sunstruck Sea and other eastern lands may become valuable trade partners for The Diadem. Not just for resources, but for vital information and alliances that could mean the difference between survival and obliteration."
AuRel's eyes sharpened at the mention of the Ironriders. "You speak as though war is on the horizon. Are our current arsenals not sufficient?"
Olivia turned her gaze to Irelia briefly before answering. "It's not just about having an arsenal, but about having the right kind of arsenal. The Founders and I reached an agreement. They've been working on something they call Mortar Cannons. With the proper resources, mainly gunpowder, they could revolutionize our defenses."
Irelia chimed in, "And it's not just about repelling the Ironriders or other immediate threats. It's a long-term strategy, a safeguard against any power that would dare attack The Diadem. This new trade network could supply us with not just help and resources, but also with the political capital to deter would-be aggressors before they even think of marching against us."
Olivia, her eyes gleaming with unspoken intent, turned to Irelia. "You have keen insight, Irelia. We are setting the stage for a world where our children won't have to fight for mere survival but can aspire to something greater."
KelGore and AuRel exchanged a glance, their eyes communicating more than words could. Then, almost in unison, they shrugged their massive shoulders. "It seems we'd do well to leave the matters of diplomacy to the more adept," KelGore remarked, a note of deference in his voice.
AuRel nodded, his stern eyes softening. "Very well. If you believe this path is the best for us and our kin, you have my help. But where does that leave us if not in the halls of diplomacy?"
Olivia's smile widened, her eyes locking onto theirs. "You'll be leaders, rulers of lands, and commanders of military forces that will defend those lands. Your expertise in combat and leadership will be invaluable in organizing and training our defense forces."
The implications settled over them, and for a moment, AuRel and KelGore looked at each other, absorbing the weight of what was being suggested. It was far more than guardianship; it was the foundation of a new civilization, one that would be spearheaded by them.
"And there's another matter," Olivia continued, her voice dropping to a softer tone but her eyes as intense as ever. "The breeding of Irelia and myself."
At this, Irelia's eyes widened, her scales shimmering in an array of emotions that flashed too quickly to identify. "Wait, you're talking about--"
"Yes," Olivia interrupted gently, "and more, we need to fill our ranks with more of our young if we are to prepare for The Empire, the hominids Kingdoms, and all others who prepare to ravage our kind asunder. We will be well-fed, well-protected, and above all, empowered here. While you and I take care of the political landscape, it will be you, Irelia, who will have the power to shape and mold your young, to pass down the values and the wisdom that only a mother can give."
Irelia hesitated, visibly taken aback by the magnitude of Olivia's vision. Then slowly, almost imperceptibly, she nodded.
Olivia turned, her eyes sweeping over the motley assembly of dragons, dragonelles, hatchlings, and Griffaran that made up their growing family and alliance. Her gaze was commanding, yet filled with the warmth of someone who had just shared a moment of profound connection and understanding.
"Everyone," she announced, her voice echoing in the cavernous expanse of the abandoned mine, "it's time to get comfortable. For we prepare for the times ahead, we will have to change how we think, feel, and act regarding our instincts... and apply our power to the future of our kind."
"As for our feathered friends," she said, a sly smirk curling the corners of her mouth, "I strongly suggest you start breeding as much as possible. We'll need a strong contingent of Griffaran to bolster our ranks, to serve as scouts, messengers, and combatants in the conflicts that lie ahead."
The Griffaran exchanged glances, their beady eyes flicking back to Olivia. In their own unique way, they conveyed their understanding and agreement. Whether it was for the promise of protection, camaraderie, or the thrill of combat, they too were a part of this alliance. They too would contribute to the lineage that Olivia envisioned--a dynasty of dragons and their allies that would reclaim their rightful place in the world.
Olivia's eyes lingered on her three dragon companions, allowing a moment for her words to sink in. "Take some time to consider how you'll prepare for what lies ahead. There are changes on the horizon that none of us can fully anticipate, and we must each bring our strengths to bear on the challenges that await."
Turning away, she directed her attention to the young dragons under her care--Shadowcatch, Furya, and Nirava--whose eyes reflected the colors of newly awakened curiosity and fledgling bravery. "Come, little ones," Olivia murmured softly, beckoning them with her head.
The trio of hatchlings scampered to catch up, their small sii's and saa's clattering on the uneven floor of the abandoned mine. Together, they made their way to where Auron and the rest of the hatchlings had been gathered. There was a collective rustling of scales and sii's as the young dragons looked up at Olivia's approach, many expecting one of the other dragons to approach them.
As Olivia approached the gathering of young dragons, her eyes were instantly drawn to the scene before her. Auron and the Copper, usually at odds due to their inherent rivalry and circumstances of their birth, stood in unison, their posture a shield around a smaller figure, Starlight. Wistala and Jizara were near, their attentiveness evident, and Natasatch observed quietly from the side.
When she stepped into the pool of light that shone down through a crack in the cave ceiling, illuminating her in a heavenly glow, Starlight's eyes widened, recognition flashing through them. "Mother!" the young dragon screeched, a pitch of pure joy, and raced towards Olivia.
The force of Starlight's small body crashing into her foreleg was enough to jolt any remaining melancholy from Olivia's soul. She lowered her head and gently nuzzled the young dragon, enveloping him in a protective embrace that communicated love and safety in a world that had offered them so little of either.
Then, breaking away from the silent crowd, Natasatch stepped out, her stance assertive yet filled with respect. She was followed by Auron, the young gray. On seeing the two hatchlings standing together, Olivia shed a tear as she realized the two would grow together and eventually become mates. It was a hope the dragonelle happily allowed, and she looked upon Jizara to purse her relief of her survival and the innocence of Wistala. At least now, The Siblings could grow together and survive, dwelling on the strength of each other with the wisdom of their sire and dame... alas with her help as well as she nuzzled Starlight.
Olivia moved to a spacious part of the cave, her massive body easing down onto the cool, stone floor with a gentle thud. As she settled in, she extended a wing, inviting Starlight to nestle beside her. The young dragon didn't need a second invitation, and soon enough he was snuggled up against her, his tiny body a warm presence that further melted Olivia's heart.
Shadowcatch, Furya, and Nirava--whose admiration for Olivia had only grown since their fateful rescue--seized the opportunity to huddle close to her other side. There was an unsaid understanding that they were not just seeking warmth or comfort; they were seeking reassurance, and perhaps an affirmation that the world wasn't as harsh as their early lives had led them to believe.
Olivia's eyes then swept across the remaining hatchlings--Auron, Copper, Natasatch, Wistala, and Jizara--each of them an emblem of the future she was fighting so hard to secure.
"How are you feeling, young ones? Are you well?" Olivia's voice resonated through the chamber, a soothing timbre that seemed to caress rather than disturb the delicate silence that had preceded her question.
Auron was the first to respond. He stepped forward, his eyes showing a maturity that belied his young age. "We're managing. It's a lot to take in, but we're stronger together."
Copper, whose complex emotions were always difficult to read, surprised everyone by nodding in agreement with his sibling. "Yes," he added cautiously, "we're learning to... adapt."
Wistala looked at her brothers and then to Olivia. "And we're grateful to you," she said softly, her eyes betraying the depth of her feelings. "You saved all of us."
Jizara, ever the quiet one, simply nodded, her silent affirmation no less powerful for its lack of words.
As Olivia hummed, a low and sonorous vibration that seemed to reverberate through the very stones of the cave, she extended her wings and gestured for the other young dragons to come closer. One by one, they nestled beside her, their tiny forms dwarfed by her majestic figure. It was an iconic tableau, a poignant moment of shared solace in a world that offered little.
"I must tell you," Olivia began, her eyes meeting each of theirs in turn, "that your actions, your choices, have made me more hopeful than you can possibly imagine."
The hatchlings listened intently, their eyes filled with a mix of curiosity, as if they sensed the weight of the revelation that was to come.
"I've glimpsed what could have been our future, and it wasn't bright," she continued. "Auron and Copper, I saw you, brothers born of the same blood, tearing at each other's throats. Your prowess turned into cruelty, your kinship into enmity, all before falling to the spears of hominids who would cage or slay you."
Auron and Copper exchanged glances, a reality they had shared naught even a fortnight ago.
"Jizara, in that dark vision, your radiant scales weren't the allure of a future mate but were faded and forgotten beside your mother's cold, lonely grave."
Jizara's eyes watered, the reality Olivia described sharply contrasting with the vibrant life she had come to know. Yet with the fear that swallowed her beside her dame's sii, she shook and tucked herself against Tala.
"And Wistala, I saw you weathering the unimaginable pain of a family torn apart, a loneliness that made you a witness to a world crumbling into chaos and violence, following in the footsteps of your own kin."
Wistala closed her eyes for a moment, as if to banish the image Olivia had conjured... and even rubbing her snout against Zara.
"But you've all shown me something extraordinary. You've displayed compassion; qualities that defy the brutal nature often attributed to our kind. You've prevented a grim future, averted a path of suffering and sorrow."
As Olivia paused, her eyes misted over with an emotion too profound to be easily named. "And for that," she whispered, her voice thick with feeling, "I love each and every one of you."
With her eyes still locked onto those of the hatchlings, Olivia felt a wellspring of emotion rise within her, as if fueled by the collective resolve of the young dragons before her.
"As long as I draw breath," Olivia began, her voice tinged with a steely determination, "I vow to aid each and every one of you in reaching your aspirations, your dreams. Whether they be grand endeavors or simple happiness, I will stand beside you."
"The time will come," Olivia finally said, "when you'll rise to fulfill your destinities--whether that entails becoming great leaders, formidable warriors, wise scholars, or loving parents. These roles are yours to choose, yours to shape, and I'll do everything in my power to facilitate your paths. Your will is your own, and I will fight any foe to ensure it comes to pass."
As Olivia looked down at her many curled hatchlings, a mysterious expression passed among Furya, Nirava, and Shadowcatch. Their eyes met briefly and almost imperceptibly, yet the air between them seemed to thrum with an unspoken understanding.
Olivia sensed it before she saw it--the distinct pulse of magical energy emanating from the three of them. They were whispering something, and though she couldn't make out the exact words, she felt their intent, a concentrated ripple in the ambient magic that filled the space.
Suddenly, their eyes snapped open, glowing an ethereal blue. As if guided by an invisible force, rain began to pour through the gaping hole in the roof of the cavern. Drops of water cascaded downwards, shimmering like liquid gems in the dim light, each imbued with a delicate magical essence. The rain pooled before them, the liquid growing increasingly opaque with gathering magic. It wasn't just water--it was a reservoir of magical healing, an elixir formed from their collective wills and budding powers within them.
Olivia was struck senseless, her eyes widening in pleasant surprise. Looking at the three hatchlings, she could see in their eyes that they wanted to see what they could do for her. Even in their youthful innocence, the hatchlings had tapped into their powers by will, unleashing a font of magic that Olivia didn't know they had.
"Shadowcatch, Furya, Nirava," Olivia began, her voice tinged with a matronly warmth that permeated the cave, "you've done well my dears... all of you go and bathe in the water." She pruumed. "Now, see what your power can do for others as well."
With a graceful motion of her foreleg, Olivia directed the hatchlings' attention toward the shimmering pool of magical liquid they had conjured.
Shadowcatch, his eyes gleaming with a complex mix of pride, was the first to approach. Gingerly, he touched the water with a tentative paw, watching as the ripples spread out from the point of contact. He would feel his damaged scales repairing themselves, causing the young dragon to utter a breath of relief.
With confidence built, Natasatch, Auron, Wistala, and Jizara, along with the other hatchlings, hesitantly but hopefully entered the pool together. As they submerged themselves in the luminescent water, a strange aura began to pulse from within the depths of the pool, infusing each young dragon with the magic's healing properties. Auron felt an immediate surge of the water hardening his scales in a light strength, Wistala's senses sharpened as if the world had suddenly come into focus, Jizara's scales took on an ethereal luster, Natasatch felt her scales sharpen, and the Copper started to feel his bones realign and his body crack to a shape he was unfamiliar with. The others too felt changes--subtle and overt--as bones straightened, scales firmed, and eyes brightened. Each hatchling emerged not just physically renewed, but emotionally as well.
Amidst the quiet joy of the hatchlings, Olivia took slow, deliberate steps into the pool, each footfall sending ripples of light through the water. The atmosphere was thick with a sense of spiritual grandeur, as if the air itself acknowledged her as the guardian, the shepherd of this nascent flock. Her gaze connected with the Copper's, and he appeared shaken, as if understanding the meaning of fullness for the first time. His newfound might demonstrated his capacity to survive and provided a new realm of possibility: a world much different than what he had previously experienced, leaving him at a loss for how to feel in this sea of emotions.
The rain fell, splattering against his pristine scales. Starlight stood in a pose of sublime tranquility, his eyes closed. The skyking stared up at the hole in the ceiling, where water streamed down like tears from the heavens. He breathed deeply and took in each drop as it landed upon him. In that moment, he was one with the essence, so tuned to its vibrations that washed his sadness away in the washing of the waves. A symphony of songs made of rain spilled from the sky.
As for the others--Auron, Natasatch, Wistala, and Jizara--they marveled at their reinvigorated forms. It was as if they had been baptized anew, their pains washed away, leaving them cleansed and renewed. Each one looked at themselves and then at their siblings, comparing notes without words, but through the shared understanding of gazes that spoke of a similar motive.
Standing in the midst of these ripples of transformation, Olivia was the epicenter, her figure taking on an ethereal quality that elevated her to the role of a priestess presiding over a sacred communion. Her eyes glided from one hatchling to another, watching them experience something they would never have experienced otherwise.
"You've done something like this before, Olivia. We've felt your power, your healing," Natasatch began, glancing briefly at Shadowcatch, Nirava, and Furya, who stood near the pool's edge. "But now they can do it too. Why? How?"
Olivia met Natasatch's gaze with a warm smile, a blend of maternal affection and the knowing wisdom of a leader who has weathered countless storms. "It is the legacy I can offer, the blood of Silverhigh."
Wistala's eyes widened, reflecting the ethereal glow emanating from the magical pool. "The blood of Silverhigh? You cannot mean the actual Silverhigh, our once greatest homes and now our greatest failings? The same that crumbled due to its own vices and vulnerabilities?" Her voice quivered in disbelief. "That bloodline is considered lost, buried in the dust of song and memory. No dragon living today, not even the oldest and wisest would be old enough or able enough to carry such an ancient legacy within them."
Olivia looked at Wistala, her smile carrying a blend of mystery and assurance. "Yes, Wistala, you understand correctly. Still yet, I carry the blood of Silverhigh. As for how I possess it--that is a secret. A secret I will share only when you and your kin have fletched, and are ready to soar the skies with me."
As the weight of their choices and the promise of their future settled around them, Jizara, her scales reflecting the magical light of the pool, broke the solemnity with her youthful exuberance. "Olivia, can you share a secret with us?"
Olivia chuckled, her eyes twinkling with a blend of mischief and wisdom. "Ah, Jizara. Very well, I shall share a secret--one that pertains to the very fabric of magic itself."
She looked at each of the hatchlings gathered, her eyes settling for a moment on each face. "Magic, as many of you may know, is a dangerous, yet complex essence. Some call it energy, some call it the divine spark, and some even consider it to be the tinge of life itself. But what you may not know is that this essence has a name--Aether."
Wistala, AuRon, and even the newly healed Copper leaned in closer as Olivia continued. "Aether is an ever-present force, but it's not a stagnant one. It is the essence of actions, born and molded by the deeds that occur in the world. A tree growing, a fire burning, even a word spoken; all these contribute to the essence of Aether."
She paused, ensuring that each hatchling absorbed her words. "Now, here's the secret: Songs. They are able to give one to a greater purpose than simple chants of spell or power. Song is not merely a sequence of notes and melodies; it's a conduit for emotions, a medium that transcends their meaning. This is a communal act, a celebration of existence. It can be an ode to the past, a lament for the present, or a hymn for the future. Each note sung is a note added to the continuation of the Aether, and in turn, life." Olivia pruumed.
"Meaning..." Wistala started.
"Meaning by staying together, we might be powerful enough to ensure dragonkind may never be threatened again." Olivia pruumed, before she walked from the pond and layed down to motion the young ones to rest by her side.
"Now come, little ones," Olivia beckoned softly, her voice tinged with a maternal warmth that seemed to radiate throughout the cavern. "Rest by my side and hear; the seven slayers a dragon must fear..."
Location: The Dragon Empire, Tyr's Throne Room
The atmosphere in the chamber of Tyr FeHazathant was one of regal solemnity, underscored by the steady trickle of molten lava flowing in the channels that circumscribed the room. The flickering light from the lava cast dancing shadows on the chamber walls, adorned with intricate etchings of dragonlore, battles, and historical timelines. Each carving had been placed there by dragons who respected the Tyr and what he had done to bring stability to the Lavadome.
Seated atop a naturally formed, throne-like mound of obsidian, FeHazathant waited, his eyes piercing yet filled with curiosity as Yarrick entered. The Tyr's scales had dulled with age, but his eyes retained the sagacious spark that had won him the leadership and respect of dragons. The remarkable 21 horns atop his crest signified his long reign and experience, and despite the frailty that age had imparted on his body, his presence was as imposing as ever.
"Yarrick," FeHazathant began, his voice as rich and resonant as it had always been, "you have departed from Lavadome without a word, and now you return as abruptly as you left. Speak your truths."
"It began when this season's clutch of eggs were rescued from Demen marauders by an unlikely alliance of birds. Hawks, finches, all manner of avians united to speak of a Tree Mother, a dragonelle called Olivia. Intrigued, and perhaps guided by fate, I took some of our kin to investigate."
FeHazathant's eyebrows rose, a gesture of deep thought and consideration. "Surface dwelling birds rescuing Griffaran eggs? That is unprecedented. And they spoke of this Olivia as their Tree Mother?"
"Indeed, Tyr," Yarrick confirmed, his scales practically vibrating with the urgency of his message. "Upon our arrival, we found the surface world in new ways, but also discovered Olivia's valiant fight against the hominids to preserve your kind... under the guise of being of this place called Silverhigh."
FeHazathant's gaze narrowed as he looked intently at Yarrick, his posture exuding a kind of deliberation that comes from decades--centuries--of leading. "Did I hear you correctly? Olivia claims her lineage to be of Silverhigh? The same Silverhigh that fell in an era so distant that its very existence borders on myth?"
Yarrick inclined his head, meeting the Tyr's scrutinizing gaze with earnestness. "She made such a claim, Tyr, though she remains enigmatic about how exactly she possesses such ancient blood. However, what I have witnessed supports the existence of her unusual power. She saved the Griffaran's clutches and performed feats I can hardly begin to understand or explain."
FeHazathant reclined a bit, his gaze shifting from Yarrick to a distant point in the chamber, as if pondering vistas far beyond the confines of their subterranean world. "A dragonelle fighting in the Upper World, capable of uniting birdkind, and wielding powers beyond our comprehension--especially if she saved the Griffaran's clutch... I have a hard time believing in such wild stories Yarrick."
"Conjecture, perhaps, to those who have not seen her deeds," Yarrick retorted, his own eyes fixed intently on the Tyr. "I would stake my life on the truth of this matter. She exists, and her actions bear the substance of reality, not falsehood."
A prolonged silence filled the chamber, its gravitas echoing off the ancient walls. Finally, the Tyr broke it, his voice tinged with solemn consideration. "High stakes, High Captain. I've known you to be many things--brave, strategic, even headstrong--but never foolish. You speak with a conviction that strikes me as atypical, even for you."
Yarrick remained resolute, and his voice held a quiver of urgency. "That's because the situation is atypical, Tyr. What we're dealing with is unprecedented. If I didn't know any better, I'd say destiny itself has a claw in this."
FeHazathant seemed to mull over Yarrick's words, pondering their weight and implication. "Very well, High Captain. I find your story compelling enough to warrant investigation. I would like for you to summon this Olivia. Bring her here, along with a delegation of dragons and griffaran to verify your claim. If she truly possesses the power you speak of, then this could very well change my stance on our place in this world for both the Lower and the Upper. We will extend all due diplomatic courtesies; she will be treated as a dignitary until proven otherwise."
FeHazathant paused and looked squarely at Yarrick, an age-old wisdom emanating from his gaze. "And if you are mistaken, Yarrick, then let it be known that you staked your life on this, in the presence of your Tyr."
"As you wish, my Tyr."
Location: The Delvings, Workers Chambers
Time: Three Days later...
A few days later, the scent of sulfur and saltpeter mingled with the earthy aroma of the dwarven tunnels as Olivia made her way through the underground labyrinth. She found Djer Highboots at the heart of the operation, where dwarves labored intently over barrels of gunpowder and the intricate mechanisms of firearms. Djer's eyes lit up when he saw Olivia approaching, and he waved her over, momentarily stepping away from a conversation with one of his dwarf colleagues.
"Ah, you must be Olivia! It is always a good omen to see you. What brings you to our humble chambers?" Djer's voice carried a sense of pride. His recent promotion to Partner of the Company had not only given him a new sense of responsibility but had also reinvigorated his demeanor. Olivia could see the respect the dwarves around him held; they moved with a deliberate and efficient purpose that was hard to ignore.
"I heard about your promotion, Djer. It seems your endeavors have paid off quite well. I've been observing how efficiently your team has been working. Your guidance has been most effective," Olivia began, her eyes darting to the stacks of barrels filled with the dark, granular substance.
Djer chuckled, his bearded face beaming. "Well, this gunpowder changes the rules of the game, doesn't it? The work is complicated, and the risks are high, but the rewards... The rewards could tip the scales of conflict. My dwarves understand the weight of what they're doing here. Your influence and presence have made a significant impact on their morale as well, Olivia. They respect you immensely for giving us something to defend ourselves with."
Olivia nodded, pleased. "Respect is a two-way street, Djer. Your kind words have given these dwarves a mission, a purpose. It's quite a feat, seeing as you've turned them into a well-oiled machine almost overnight. I can't help but marvel at how everything has aligned."
Djer's eyes narrowed, and his jovial expression turned serious as he looked at Olivia. "While it's true that things have worked far more well than I hoped, I worry about the things we make here falling into the wrong hands. And there's another issue: manpower. If war breaks out, we'll have to deal with that reality."
Olivia's eyes met Djer's, keen to explore his concerns. "Why are you suddenly talking about the possibility of war breaking out? Is there something specific that's been bothering you?"
Djer sighed, resting his hands on his hips. "Your actions, Olivia. There's talk among the traders and messengers that the humans and elves from Hypatia are uneasy, and many elves have vacated their lands en mass. They're looking into mobilizing, at least that's the rumor. And the dwarves of The Wheel of Fire are not too pleased either. Soon enough, we might find an alliance of Hypatians and Wheel of Fire dwarves bearing down on our shoulders."
Olivia looked at Djer, her eyes twinkling with a touch of whimsy that belied the gravity of their conversation. "You know, there's a saying I find particularly fitting for times like this: All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given us." She pruumed, looking into his eyes. "I hope you never have to use these weapons, Djer, but if you do... remember this: True courage is not when to take a life, but to spare one."
Djer nodded, deeply moved by the simple yet profound words. "You are a strange creature, Olivia, but you are a wondrous one at that." He spoke, looking up at the dragonelle.
Olivia paused as if contemplating something deeply, her eyes momentarily distant but full of purpose. "Djer, about the manpower issue you've mentioned, worry not. I'll make sure you have the help you need."
Djer looked up, meeting her gaze with a mixture of relief and curiosity. "Do you have a plan?"
"A seed of one," Olivia confirmed, her voice tinged with a secretive smile. "Let's just say that there are beings who might be particularly suited to the kind of intricate and delicate work that you require."
The dwarf tilted his head slightly, pondering her words. "I'll trust you know what you're doing, Olivia. We need all the help we can get."
"As do we all," she agreed. "And in due time, the hands you need will be here, working beside you and your dwarven kin."
Djer nodded appreciatively, his eyes reflecting the weight lifted off his shoulders by her assurance. "Well then, I'll keep the forges hot and the powder dry until then."
"Do that," Olivia replied with a knowing grin, turning to leave. As she moved away, her thoughts crystallized around a particular idea--Kobolds. If it were possible, it would work and their plans could be realized faster before their enemies had the time to realize their strategies coming to fruition.
As Olivia stepped out of the dimly-lit chamber and into the open air, she felt an unmistakable fullness in her belly, a maternal whisper heralding the early signs of a clutch forming within her. A tender smile graced her lips, and her heart swelled with a different kind of anticipation. She had been busy building futures for her kin, and now, it seemed, she'd soon be nurturing new lives into the world.
Her reflective moment was interrupted, albeit pleasantly, by the sight of KelGore lumbering toward her with an expression that suggested he shared in her secret joy. As he reached her, his snout gently nuzzled against her side, a tender dragon's gesture that made her scales shimmer with happiness.
"So, how are our little ones faring?" Olivia inquired, a soft curiosity imbued in her words.
KelGore's eyes twinkled, and his voice rumbled with a mix of pride. "Ah, you'll be pleased to know they're flourishing. The Copper hatchling, he's found his voice--in song, with Jizara's help no less. Starlight, now able to speak, is absorbing knowledge as if it were rainwater. And Shadowcatch, alongside AuRon, has created something of a protection circle for the weaker hatchlings. They're turning your lessons into reality."
Her eyes glowed at his words, filled with a pride and joy that were beyond measure. However, KelGore's expression sobered for a moment. "AuRel, though, has voiced concerns. He thinks this circle of protection may make them weak. He still holds onto the 'survival of the fittest' idea, you know."
A shadow crossed Olivia's countenance, but she waited for KelGore to continue.
"I had a talk with him," KelGore said, his voice firm. "I reminded him that if you had ever subscribed to his kind of thinking, he'd likely have lost his entire bloodline by now. Irelia was there, and she lent her wisdom to my words. It took a while, but I think he's beginning to see the light."
A sigh of relief escaped Olivia's snout. "That's good to hear, KelGore. We're in a time where unity will serve us far better than division. We're fighting not just for survival, but for the chance to live lives worth living, for all of us, strong or weak."
KelGore nodded, a contented rumble resonating deep within his chest. "Indeed, my love. It's a new age we're entering, and it's thanks to you that we're doing so with eyes wide open."
A new query unfurled within Olivia's mind, prompting her to ask, "What of the Griffaran? How do they fare?"
KelGore's eyes shone with a blend of amusement and delight as he chuckled. "Ah, it appears the winds of fortune are blowing favorably for them as well. A fresh batch of eggs has recently hatched, and the mature females, to our surprise, seem to be extraordinarily fertile these days. They, too, are in the stages of carrying new clutches."
Her scales shimmered at the news, iridescent with joy. "Hmm, that's wonderful. I suspect the rain we had three days ago might have something to do with this burst of fertility and vitality. Nature often works in synchronicity, you know. I'd wager that we're about to see an increase in crop yields across the lands."
KelGore seemed intrigued, tilting his massive head in thoughtful curiosity. "Speaking of crops, do you have any designs for the farmlands? They've lain fallow for too long, waiting for something new to spring forth."
A secretive smile unfurled across Olivia's snout. "Ah, you could say that a seed has been planted in my mind. Djer gave me an idea, indirectly, perhaps, but it's one I intend to cultivate."
"Do tell," KelGore pressed, his curiosity as gainly as the warmth emanating from his scales.
"I believe it's time," she began, her eyes shimmering like gemstones in the fading light, "to put my magic to the ultimate test. I want to try something I've never done before."
KelGore's eyes narrowed, curiosity mingling with a hint of cautious skepticism. "And what would that be? What could possibly demand even more of your magic? You've already performed miracles, Olivia."
Instead of verbalizing her thoughts, Olivia chose to connect through the deeper, more intuitive language of mind pictures. In a rapid cascade of images, she sent him visions of Kobolds--diminutive, lizard-like beings, known for their skill in mining and craftsmanship. She showed him their appearance, their habits, the way they structured their subterranean communities.
And then, as if she had opened a second, more secretive door in her mind, she sent him another set of images. This time it was not just Kobolds she showed him, but a new, more harmonious vision of them. In these visions, Kobolds were not just laborers but caretakers of the land, coexisting with dragons, Griffaran, and all forms of life. They were tilling soil, mending broken wings, and even sitting in councils that governed the daily affairs of this envisioned society.
"Creating them," she resumed, the intensity of her gaze not diminishing for even a second, "means manifesting a living embodiment of my deepest wish--our collective wish--for our kin and others to live in harmony and peace. They could be guardians of the balance I so ardently hope for."
The notion seemed overwhelming, yet the conviction radiating from Olivia made it impossible for KelGore to dismiss her. For several heartbeats, he absorbed the images, the emotions, and the profound implications of what she proposed.
"Can it even be done?" he finally asked, the slight quiver in his voice revealing how much he was affected by her vision.
She inhaled deeply, gathering her courage like a dragon hoarding its treasure. "I don't know," she admitted, "but if it can help prevent the coming extermination of our kind, then I have to try. I have to reach for the boundaries of what's possible and dare to cross them."
KelGore's eyes settled on Olivia's belly, where the subtle signs of a developing clutch were evident. His nuzzle lingered a little longer than usual, as if to comfort not just Olivia but the unborn lives she carried within. "Olivia," he began, his voice tinged with a newfound hesitance, "have you considered what this might mean for you--and for our clutch?"
Olivia sensed the emotional undercurrents swirling through KelGore's words. His concern was not just for her, but for the promise of new life that would soon be coming into the world. It was an additional layer of complexity in an already multifaceted equation, and one she had not failed to consider.
"Yes, KelGore, I've thought about it," she responded softly, choosing her words with the utmost care. "The endeavor I propose carries inherent risks, not just for me but for the future of our lineage. But consider this: the world they will inherit can be a place of boundless potential or one of inevitable decline, dictated by the choices we make today."
"And I want them to enjoy this world, not fear it."
*Location: Dragon Mine *
Deep in the shadows of the mine's entrance, Shadowcatch perched like a sentinel, his eyes scanning the dark recesses beyond. His scales blended seamlessly into the stone, an asset in his newfound role as the watcher of their refuge. He felt an unusual tingle in his body, a residual energy that had been growing ever since that fateful moment when he'd licked Olivia's blood. It wasn't just sustenance; it was as if he had ingested a fragment of the elder dragonelle's spirit, a shard of her ancient power and wisdom. That foreign essence seemed to pulsate within him now, like a second heartbeat.
His thoughts were interrupted by a swirl of images and sensations that flooded his mind--pictures not of his making. Forests alight with ethereal glow, rivers coursing through lands he had never seen, and voices--both draconic and otherwise--murmuring words he couldn't quite understand. Could these be Olivia's memories? Her dreams? Or something even more mysterious?
His pondering was cut short by the approach of Auron. The larger dragon was vigilant as he moved, his own eyes probing the darkness for any hint of danger. Natasatch trailed close behind, her senses equally attuned to their surroundings, forming the last line of defense.
"Anything stirring out there?" Auron's voice was a low growl, a habit born of their constant need to be prepared.
"Nothing so far," replied Shadowcatch, shaking off the vestiges of his earlier reverie. "The mine remains as quiet as the deep earth, no hominids."
Auron nodded, but the keen insight in his eyes told Shadowcatch that the elder dragon sensed there was something more. Natasatch, picking up on the unspoken tension, tilted her head slightly as she studied Shadowcatch.
"You seem...distracted," Auron observed. "Is everything alright?"
Shadowcatch hesitated for a moment before answering. "I've been experiencing something...unusual. Visions, feelings, and thoughts that aren't mine. It's as if something is trying to communicate with me, but the connection is incomplete."
Both Auron and Natasatch exchanged a glance of both concern and intrigue. Auron finally spoke, "Do you think it's a side effect of your contact with Olivia's blood?"
"It's a possibility," Shadowcatch conceded. "The magical essence I absorbed might be more than just a boost in strength--it could be a conduit for something far more complex."
"What could they mean?" Natasatch asked.
Shadowcatch pondered Natasatch's question, his eyes momentarily losing focus as he tried to make sense of the visions and mind pictures that had been swirling within him. The thought patterns weren't linear; they were abstract, as if communicating through symbolism rather than language.
"When I close my eyes," he finally began, his voice tinged with a mix of wonder and apprehension, "I see lands unlike any we know. The creatures that occupy these lands are strange; there are no dragons, no dwarves, no Griffarans, or any of the other beings we're familiar with. Only hominids--just men, as far as the eyes can perceive."
Auron's gaze narrowed at the word 'men,' remembering the hominid that nearly drew his chest with the sharp dagger and drew his blood from such a tool.
Shadowcatch continued, "These visions are filled with wars--continuous, relentless conflicts that seem to have no end. There's a sense of insatiable hunger in them, an unquenchable desire to conquer, to possess, to dominate. Even when their lands are ravaged and their rivers run red, their thirst for more is never satiated."
Natasatch, visibly moved by the description, felt a shiver crawl up her scales. "It's as if you're tapping into a future, the future that Olivia had seen. Could they mean the same thing?"
Shadowcatch nodded gravely. "The images are cloudy, abstract, almost as if they're shrouded by a veil. But the message is clear. If we're not careful, if we don't actively seek to prevent it, this ceaseless hunger could become our undoing as well."
Wistala, her green scales catching the muted light of the cave, gracefully approached the trio of hatchlings. Her eyes, wise and keen, studied each of them as if measuring the weight of their recent conversation. A faint smile flickered on her snout as she settled beside them.
"It seems the air is thick with thoughts and revelations today," she remarked, her voice tinged with a curious blend of warmth and gravity. "I couldn't help but overhear your discussion."
Auron, Shadowcatch, and Natasatch turned their gazes toward her, the arrival of an older, more experienced dragon immediately instilling a sense of solemnity to the moment.
Wistala nodded, considering this. "Sometimes, visions and mind pictures aren't always prophetic or cautionary. They could be memories, ones that Olivia could answer."
Natasatch chimed in, her eyes widening at the realization. "So, what Shadowcatch experienced could be a piece of a slice of history, or even a warning from the collective psyche of our kind?"
"Maybe more, Natasatch, maybe more."
Auron felt a newfound sense of urgency pulse through him. "Then we must speak with her as soon as she returns."
"Or not," Wistala pruumed. "Wouldn't chasing visions lead us to making them become real?"
Auron's brow ridges lifted, considering Wistala's counsel. "So, you're saying we should let things unfold as they're meant to?"
Wistala nodded, her eyes softening. "Yes, but not idly. Keep your senses sharp, continue to explore the world around you, and engage with those mysteries that unfold before you. Answers often come to those who prepare themselves to receive them. For now, it would be best to learn what those visions show us, see what we can before we are no longer able to be together."
The crunch of talons on gravel reverberated through the mountain pass as Olivia and KelGore ambled towards the mine's entrance, their formidable figures casting long shadows on the sunlit earth. Just as they were about to cross into the threshold of The Delvings, Irelia and AuRel appeared in the path, their eyes searching the pair with a mixture of curiosity and guarded expectation.
"How long do you intend to remain in The Delvings?" AuRel queried, his voice tinged with that unmistakable edge of skepticism that often accompanied discussions concerning the affairs of hominids. His eyes narrowed as he looked at Olivia and then KelGore, as if attempting to decipher some hidden motive within their postures.
Olivia met AuRel's gaze squarely, her eyes glowing softly in the afternoon light. "We'll be here for a while longer. There are still matters that require our attention."
AuRel's eyes glinted with a steely resolve. "These hominids you've been treating with--their swords are being honed not just against the stones, but against the future of our own hatchlings."
Irelia stood silently beside him, her expression thoughtful yet unreadable, as though she were weighing AuRel's words against her own internal judgments.
Olivia nodded, acknowledging the gravity of AuRel's words. "I understand your concerns, AuRel. I've considered the same. And it's precisely because of those looming threats that I'd like you and Irelia to accompany us into the mine."
The atmosphere grew noticeably tense, each dragon considering the implications of Olivia's statement. KelGore broke the silence with a soft rumble. "We have something in mind. A way to address the very threats you speak of, AuRel."
AuRel's gaze settled on Irelia, her eyes shimmering like gemstones in the dimming light. Their eyes locked, and in that moment, an unspoken language flickered between them. Irelia returned the look with a subtle nod, her eyes filled with a blend of caution and curiosity. AuRel could read it clearly and knew to be on guard in the event she meant ill.
"Very well. Lead on," AuRel agreed.
Shadowcatch's senses sharpened as he caught the distant vibrations of heavy footfalls reverberating through the rocky terrain of the mine. Powerful and rhythmic, they spoke of adult dragons approaching. He knew those footsteps; he had grown to recognize the distinct patterns of the older dragons' movements. Eagerly, he sent out a mental call to his fellow hatchlings.
"Auron, Tala--gather the others quickly! Olivia is here!"
From various corners of the mine, hatchlings scampered to assemble near Shadowcatch. Auron, ever vigilant and curious, was the first to join him. Wistala, Jizara, and the Copper arrived shortly. And in the distance, Furya, Nirvana, and Starlight looked on from the distance as noise followed in their wake.
Auron looked up, his eyes widening as he caught sight of his parents, AuRel and Irelia, walking in with Olivia and KelGore. Though typically stoic, a glimmer of mixed feelings showed in his eyes. Beside him, Wistala felt a flutter of excitement but also a twinge of apprehension. She knew her sire had strong opinions about their associations to the other hatchlings... especially the Outcast Copper. Jizara was with Copper, happy to be beside the hatchling and pruuming with wonder over the situation.
As for the Copper, he looked at his sire and dame with apprehension, slinking behind Jizara in the event his sire would seek to end him for what happened in the egg chamber. Olivia had reminded him during the last few days that it was not his fault, he was tortured against his will and forced to give the location of the egg shelf. Ever since her soothing reminders and acts of defending him from his sire, Copper was more relaxed in the cave, but still slept with Jizara and Starlight for safety.
Wistala, who had always been the more intuitive among them, glanced at her siblings. "Something important is happening, can you all not feel it?" She asked.
Jizara nodded, her usually calm demeanor slightly ruffled. "Olivia and the others have that look in their eyes, like the charge before a storm."
Olivia finally broke the silence. "We need allies we can trust. Not just those we find, but those we can create."
AuRel arched his brow. "In this cave? Explain yourself."
Irelia, whose wisdom often tempered AuRel's implacable demeanor, echoed her mate's curiosity but held her tongue, watching Olivia intently. The younger dragons, observing the interaction from a distance, felt the rush of tension in the air. Shadowcatch, Furya, and Nirava exchanged uncertain glances, their innate understanding of magic tingling with premonition. They knew that Olivia's words were more than mere rhetoric; they hinted at a mysterious intent layered with arcane possibilities. Yet, they remained silent, their gazes fixed upon Olivia.
Olivia stepped forward, moving towards the puddle of magical water that acted as the conduit. "This isn't an idea born of simple desperation but rather a plan, calculated and considered." She glanced back at KelGore, who gave a reassuring nod, and then turned her attention to the pool of the magical pond.
With a swift, decisive motion, she sliced open the palm of her claw, wincing ever so slightly at the sudden sting. Thick, iridescent droplets of her blood fell gracefully into the magical pool below, instantly changing its color to a radiant, otherworldly glow.
Olivia closed her eyes, her wings spreading out as if to embrace the ether itself. Her mind focused on the riddles of the Wiccans, Celts, and all within.
"As above, so below," she began, her voice echoing softly through the chamber. "From my essence and the power that flows, let life take form, let breath be drawn. Here in this sacred space, where elements unite, I call upon thee, spirits of the Earth and Sky."
KelGore, AuRel, and Irelia watched, entranced but tense, watching the potent energies being invoked. Shadowcatch, Furya, and Nirava felt as though they were floating in a sea of arcane currents, both terrifying and exhilarating.
"Spirits of Fire, give them warmth and will. Spirits of Water, grant them fluidity and depth. Spirits of Air, bless them with agility and voice. Spirits of Earth, endow them with strength and form," Olivia intoned, her voice rising in a crescendo.
As she continued her incantation, the pool began to roil and churn. Whispers of ethereal vapor rose from its depths, coalescing into shapes, vague and ephemeral at first, then becoming more solid, more definite.
"With blood as the conduit and magic as the key, I beseech thee, bring forth allies loyal to me. Bound by purpose, forged in unity, arise Kobolds, be born, and breathe!"
A pulse of blinding light erupted from the pool, enveloping the cavern in its brilliance. When it faded, dozens of small, reptilian creatures had materialized on the banks of the magical pool. Their eyes blinked open, filled with wonder and curiosity, yet also an unmistakable spark of intelligence and awareness. Kobolds, brought to life through the meshing of blood, magic, and will, looked up at their creator.
"Rise, my children, and be among your kin in the new age."