posted on Dec, 26 2016 @ 07:18 PM
Continued from my collaborative effort in story entry from Shed 12 page 197.
The Elf was mortified to see the mightiest of dragons fall. It was her dear friend Syx. She heard the heart wrenching cries of his Mate CC
and tried to reach them to no avail. The sky was filled with beating wings against the raging Winter wind. Thankfully the Wizards came. She had faith
in them and their powers, but would it be enough to save him? She had already lost her beloved friend Garren. She watched the chaos below and spied
Sky, the miniature dragon. He had spiraled down to the ground, attacked by one of the evil demon creatures. This was too much for the poor Elf.
"Storm, bring me down now!" Night shouted. The dragon's wings struggled against the icy wind, eyes almost blinded by the falling snow. He kept
breathing fire against the dreaded enemies and to keep the snow from his face. It was exhausting. The demon troops were great in numbers. A few times
they attacked and he was lucky to escape unscathed, but how long would his luck hold? Somehow they made their way to the ground and found Sky. She
looked to Storm. "Can you still fly? Syx is still down and we know not his fate. Someone must lead the dragon troops. Now!" He simply bowed, took a
deep breath and took to the air with more determination than ever.
Other Elves had her back while she knelt beside Sky. He was so young. He never should have been here in the first place she thought. Her mind drifted
to the egg that was entrusted in her care, the beautiful baby dragon she protected and nurtured and watched grow up. Here he was lying on the frozen
earth his breathing so shallow. She scooped him up into her arms and held him close. "You will not die! Do you hear me? You will not die on me! Look
at me little one, look into my eyes and feel my love. Whispering words of the ancients, she spoke a spell of healing. She ripped the moonstone amulet
from her neck and held it to his heart. It glowed brightly then dimmed.
"Please, do not give up, you have your whole life ahead of you, wondrous things to discover and places to explore yet." She broke down and cried
uncontrollably as the moonstone dimmed even more. The little dragon's life force was draining. "I will not die in vain Momma. It is a dragon's
greatest honor to die in battle. This is not goodbye. This is...until we meet again in the next beautiful world. I love you so very much for
everything you have ever done for me and for who you are. Do not weep for me." Feebly he reached his hands up to her face and held it between his
little hands. Be strong Momma, there is a war to be won for the beings and creatures of Accasia, for the shed and all the magic and enchantment that
it holds for so many. Be strong." He smiled warmly before letting go, closed his eyes for the last time and left this realm for the next.
How could she continue the battle now? She was losing those closest to her, Garren the forest boy who became King, Sky the beautiful little dragon she
helped raised and maybe even Syx, the mighty dragon Lord and Guardian of the shed. The grief stricken Elf could barely see through her tears. She was
numb with the bitter cold and the bitterness and sorrow of war. Those around her tried to protect Night Star, but the dark ones were closing in. One
fought his way through to Night, grabbed her and dragged her off to the center of the field.
Rage boiled up from within as she spun around to slice the very life from him. He stumbled back, but held his ground. He grabbed a sword from one of
the fallen and clanked his sword against her own in a dance of death. They spun and lashed out trying to kill each other, one just as powerful as the
other. The demon ripped through her thick velvet cloak, drawing blood from her arm, but still she battled on.