Thirteen days past
Cael’s eyes were burning. Everything he saw had been terrifying; he saw blood, death, and pain. All parts of the history of the Noble Clans of Orcion. As terrible as it had been when it started the pain receded quickly. He sat up and rubbed the tears and last traces of blood from his eyes and looked around.
He squinted at the blurry forms of his friends until his eyesight returned to normal. He shook his head, wondering what exactly he had seen. Soran snapped him out of his reverie.
“Cael, what happened? Your eyes started bleeding and you fell over, are you alright, can you see me?” Cael turned towards his friend and nodded causing Soran to let out a huge gasp of held-in air. “Whew! I thought that maybe your eyes had been damaged, can you see everything clearly?” Soran waved his hand in front of Cael’s face but drew it back when his friend waved him away and tried to stand up.
His attempt was a failure as his knees buckled, causing him to once again fall onto the hard stone floor. Brenna gave him a light smack over the head. “You shouldn’t try to move after what happened you idiot.” She said. Her concern was obvious, but Soran didn’t joke about it this time, this was too serious to joke about.
“Cael, you’ve been laying there for almost a day, you weren’t moving, we thought that you were dead, or something.” Cael stared at Soran in confusion. It had felt like an instant, but Cael knew better than to distrust his friend’s words, but a full day?
Cael forced himself to his knees, feeling shaky at best. He didn’t feel rested as he should after apparently sleeping for a day, his eyes still hurt and he hadn’t liked the blurriness that had occurred when he had opened his eyes. It had felt like his sight was failing, and even though it had returned, he still feared the feeling.
He began to stand up when the burn on his wrist that he had received in his fight with Lavin began to draw all color around it into itself. It pulsed with the same beat as his heart and he screamed in pain. He collapsed, clutching his wrist and writhing in the sudden flash of pain.
The others all grouped around him, frantically asking him what was wrong, but he couldn't hear them, and he couldn’t answer, his world had become one of pain, and pain alone held his conscious mind.
Soran and Brenna knelt by Cael, trying to comfort him, but they could do nothing. A sudden rumbling roar took stole their attention. The wall on the opposite end of the room was torn through in a shower of stone and heat.
Three dragons entered through the gap, two were the stocky forms of the Venom type that Sena and her men were quite familiar with, the beasts slithered forward and hissed at the assembly, but it was the third dragon that caused the gasps of fear from the crowd.
It was a hulking beast with scales and wings that glowed from within as heated iron does in a forge. Its huge frame dwarfed the other dragons twice over. It had neither the lithe, and slender but menacing grace of the lightning dragon, nor the stocky, compact form of the Venom dragons. Its legs were long and they bulged with muscle and sinew, its body was lean, it seemed that the beast was all muscle, its monster strength evident from a single look at the gigantic body and the enormous tail that twirled behind it at is stalked into the room, its feet crushing stone easily beneath its long and vicious claws.
The head was the stuff of nightmares, it had old scars tracing its entire body, but it seemed that most of them centered on the head of the beast, with the biggest being one that had taken the dragon’s eye long ago. It had a myriad of horns sprouting from the back of its head, all deadly sharp. Its other eye flashed with deadly menace and glowed like a coal in a furnace as it stared down the humans before it.
This creature had a name, but none alive knew it, it had been through countless battles and had won every time, except for once… And that is why it now sought revenge.
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