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6/27/2008 19:46:44   
Eukara Vox
Legendary AdventureGuide!


The Last Melody


Usually, on a day like this, Connelly decided he didn’t want to go to work. The skies were clouded with the usual smog and the CO2 levels were up. He knew that this would mean crowded public transportation and a long walk to work. Besides that, Connelly had a horrible night. Nightmares containing horrible visions of pain and death plagued him. He’d been having a lot of those lately. It’s not that his job was bad or the pay wasn’t great. As a matter of fact, his job was the only bright thing he had going for him.

A couple of years back, Connelly was found behind some building, strung out on cheap heroin, homeless, jobless and on Death’s door. He’d been knocking on that door for some time but no one seemed to be home. It was as if Death decided to play a little game with Connelly. He certainly wasn’t incompetent; Connelly was an educated man. He graduated from Princeton a year earlier than everyone else in his class with a BS in ecology and biology. Not wanting to waste time, he went on to Oxford immediately where he received his MS and Ph.D. in ecology. At the ripe age of 26, Connelly was thought to have it made. Well, at least in his eyes.

Connelly grew up fascinated with animals. He especially liked reading about the ones that were extinct because they seemed to be the most interesting. Connelly dreamed of living among the quiet giant pandas as they munched on bamboo in China. Or stalking prey with the mountain lions. Sometimes he tried to imagine making the Monarch butterfly’s annual trip from the northeastern US to Central America. But sadly, he could only dream. Most of these animals became extinct before he was born. It was this fascination with extinct animals that made Connelly decided to save what was left of earth’s wonderful animal life. When people asked him about his education, they usually ended up laughing or feeling sorry for him. Connelly never understood why people found it funny and tragic that he studied animals. He finally realized the truth when he started looking for a job. It seemed that there was no where for an ecologist or biologist to work. As one man put it, no one cares anymore. Another said that so many have died, everyone stopped paying attention.

The more he heard people degrade his profession, the lower Connelly sank until one day he realized that he was worthless. He knew vast amounts of knowledge pertaining to animals, ecology, and conservation but no where to use it. No one was interested in the things he knew or loved. Connelly wasn’t sure when it first started but he knew where it led him. He began frequenting the illegal drug shops behind government buildings. These, in turn, led him to places of cheap thrills and more distractions until finally he gave up on life itself. That is when they found him. He smelled of alcohol, smoke, human waste and decomposing trash. He was pitiful, disgusting, and the city’s problem. He was bounced around between drug treatment programs, job placement services and jail. But that all ended when he met her.

He met her while working at the local zoo. They both shared the aquatic section of the zoo. At first all Connelly could do is watch her while he washed the glass of each aquarium or pool. He couldn’t get over how green her eyes were. They looked like the pictures of rain forest canopies he enjoyed looking at as a child. They hardly blinked so you could get lost in them for long periods of time. This often got him into trouble with his boss. Her nose was slender and short, not puglike, but perfect for her face. Her cheekbones were high and sharp, making her face seem longer than it really was. Connelly often thought that her hair might have been full and shiny once, a long time ago when she was younger. Her hair was the color of a sunset during a time when there was less pollution in the air. It was long, well past her waste.

She was slender, too slender, for his taste. But Connelly sensed that there was a beautiful shape lost somewhere in history. A fuller, more attractive curve that would have set any man’s heart beating. She was sad most of the time he saw her. She seemed to look beyond the spectators’ faces into someplace wonderful, but lost to her. She is the one person who inspired Connelly to live and enjoy life. And Connelly saw his beauty everyday.

She eventually began to recognize his face. Before he began to appear in front of her each day, Lethaea began to lose the need to survive. She was alone in this place. Well, she felt alone. There were always people around, watching, talking, wondering. Others walked around working. Sometimes she wished she could understand what they said. Maybe that would heal some of her loneliness. It was terrible not being able to speak to someone, anyone. She would even talk to a jellyfish if one would present itself. But she knew that was impossible. No one spoke to her or even looked at her with friendly eyes. Most of the time, she received cold stares, puzzled looks or laughter.

Lethaea had been lonely for some time. When she was younger, her parents died during a terrible hurricane. The waves were high and terrible. They pounded everything, smashing kelps, fish, ships, and rocks into unrecognizable pieces. It was after that storm that Lethaea began her search. As her father died, he told her to search the east. There she may be able to find family to take her in and care for her. Before he closed his eyes in eternal sleep, he warned her to stay away from the smooth ones. They meant nothing but harm for her. They had no compassion, no morality. They took what they wanted no matter the cost.

As she nodded her head, Lethaea watched her parents die. Thankfully they died peacefully during the eye of the hurricane on an island of exposed coral. Their bodies were broken and skewered on long thin fingers of pink corals. Lethaea didn’t blame the corals. Her parents would have died even if the corals had not been there. Lethaea set out while the hurricane’s eye was still overhead. If she moved fast enough, she could beat it to a cove down the shore and stay there until the storm was over.

Weeks later, Lethaea arrived in the east and began her search. She found dwellings that could have been built by her family but they were in shambles. Gardens were neglected, overgrown and tangled. It looked as if the people who lived there just left one day. She didn’t understand. Her father said that they would be here. As she looked around some more, she became caught in a trap. She immediately recognized the work of the smooth ones. As she moved around to free herself, she became even more tangled. When she could move no longer a face appeared before hers. She tried to scream and call for help. She lashed out with her body but nothing worked. At last, exhausted and defeated, she surrendered.

Lethaea was sent to the same zoo that Connelly worked in after she was given a clean bill of health. Her job was to sing. She was supposed to entertain the spectators as they walked by her. But no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t do it. There was nothing to sing about. There were no beaches or clear blue seas here. No one’s face was familiar nor were they friendly. And the people who worked here ignored her most of the time. The only time she really saw any of them was during meals and that was brief. Over time, everything became a blurred routine. Wake up. Eat. Attempt to sing. Eat. Try to sing. Go to sleep. Day after day, year after year. She didn’t try to think of how long she had been working at the zoo. It had been many years since Lethaea had seen a friendly face. So many, in fact, she lost count. But that all came to an end the day he arrived.

Connelly wondered about her from the first moment that he saw her. Where did she come from? How did she get here? Why was she here? Why was she so sad? Well, he knew the answer to the last one. She was trapped here, just like him. Trapped here to do their bidding, to jump through their hoops. He immediately liked her the first day. They seemed to have a common thread in life. But how could he speak to her? She was so different, so foreign.

Connelly didn’t know the first thing about talking to someone so different. Surely she didn’t understand his language. Maybe gestures would work. He vaguely remembered a language that was used a long time ago for people who couldn’t hear or speak. He tried each day to get close enough to her to speak to her, but everyone got in the way. If he came early, hoping she was there, his boss would give him extra work. If he tried during work hours, either his boss threatened him or the spectators got in the way. Connelly hoped that she could see his attempt to talk to her.

Connelly went home each day tired and frustrated. Would he ever get to talk with her? Connelly tried the same thing each day for years. He slowly watched her grow weaker and weaker. He watched her grow sadder and sadder with each passing day. But it seemed that no matter how thin she became, she was still beautiful. Any normal woman would have dried up by now and lost her looks. One day Connelly brought her a bouquet of flowers. As he snuck up to her, he displayed them proudly. What he saw almost made him cry. She looked at the flowers for a long time. She looked back and forth between Connelly and the bouquet with wide eyes. Slowly she reached for the bouquet.

Just as her hand touched his, the boss came around the corner. The boss furiously snatched the flowers from their hands and yelled. There was to be no interaction between them. It was unnatural and forbidden. She wasn’t allowed to perform and he got a weeks’ pay docked from his next paycheck. The next time he saw her, she was pale. Her eyes were a little duller and her hair hung a little more limp. But when their eyes met by chance, he thought he saw a smile.



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6/29/2008 14:58:50   
Eukara Vox
Legendary AdventureGuide!


Hope from Hate

The chill air caused her skin to prickle and she pulled her riding gear tighter to keep out the cold. The wind whipped past her face, chaffing it somewhat, causing a permanent sting to throb in her cheeks. I hope we are not too late Coriath.

I highly doubt it, Ellaurah. The call just came before the sun had risen. The sun is only slightly showing its light.

Can you tell me anything yet? Or are we too far away?

There is much confusion and the dragon nest is fiercely protected by two dragons, not just the mother. I fear that we have found an eternal pair.

An eternal pair! But that…that…

…will make this impossibly hard. Also, I believe that Hiryuo is the Dragon on call for this.

That would mean, Coriath, it is Densoro that was called to take care of the rogue dragons. I haven’t seen Densoro in a long time.

They called in a good fighter to take out the dragons though. I just don’t understand why it is that only he was called to fight two dragons, Ellaurah.


Their conversation was interrupted by a roar up ahead and Ellaurah urged Coriath to fly faster. The great dragon pumped her deep golden wings hard, accelerating the already incredible speed at which they were traveling. Ellaurah held onto the worn leather harness that kept her on the dragon. Since they could communicate telepathically, there was no need for guiding reigns. Ellaurah simply had to think a command and Coriath would comply.

They flew over the mountain range, using the air currents to push Coriath up without her having to use much in the way of energy. Both Ellaurah and Coriath knew she needed all of her strength in the next hour or so. Another roar sounded and then was joined by a deeper resonant roar.

The pair is together. We must hurry Coriath, else Densoro will be in trouble.

He needs to pull back now that the male has arrived.
Ellaurah heard Coriath call out to Hiryuo. He is talking to Densoro now.

Another roar, though not as deep as the first, sounded and Ellaurah could see a small shape retreating from a mountainside up ahead. Coriath continued to push hard, moving through the air with grace. The small shape began to grow larger at an accelerated rate until Ellaurah could make out the pale turquoise body of Hiryuo.

Tell Hiryuo to land on the mesa west of us. There Densoro and I can talk and you and Hiryuo can catch up.

A short pause quieted Ellaurah’s mind before Coriath answered. Done. They will head there now.

As Coriath relayed the message, Ellaurah saw Hiryuo veer left and head for the mesa. Veering right, Coriath followed suit and sailed towards the mesa on the wind currents. Coriath landed softly and Ellaurah was once again amazed that such a huge animal could manage to land so delicately. She folded her golden wings and held up a massive front foot for Ellaurah to step on so that she could dismount. Once lowered, Ellaurah patted the white hide of her dragon and sent her off to play with Hiryuo.

“Densoro, it has been a while. How are you?” Ellaurah smiled as she hugged her friend.

“Could be better, I suppose. I had no idea I was going in to fight an eternal pair. No one said anything about two of them,” Densoro replied while watching Hiryuo and Coriath. “The male is enormous, Ellaurah. I haven’t seen one that large in a long time. But that isn’t what worries me.”

Ellaurah looked at him quizzically. “Oh? That, if anything worries me.”

Densoro saw evidence that there are humans around the nest, Lady Ellaurah.

Hiryuo, good morning to you. Did you see the same?

Yes, my lady, I did. I saw the remains of a cooking fire and the residue of fire elsewhere indicating a camp of some sort.


“I find it entertaining that you can hear Hiryuo. Must come in handy when you have to train the little ones,” Densoro laughed. “But yeah, I saw the pots and discarded personal items strewn around. It was bad. Yet, it seemed that the stuff belonged there.”

“Well, being able to hear all dragons isn’t exactly fun and games, Den. Sometimes, there are some things I just really don’t want to know about the dragon or its human companion. And many dragons are very, very talkative,” Ellaurah laughed. “That is disconcerting news, Densoro. If those two dragons are rogue and are tied to humans, not only are we to fight dragons today, but humans as well.” Ellaurah sighed and walked towards the cliff and looked out over the land below. Why is it that we keep fighting the same fight over and over?

Simply because, my lady, not everyone shares your vision of how the world should be.
Hiryuo bowed his head towards Ellaurah.

Coriath nuzzled Hiryuo and looked at her companion. Aye, Ellaurah. Hiryuo speaks the truth. If all humans and dragons saw the world as you, Densoro and other Dragonsibs, we would not have to be on the hunt so often.

Densoro picked up a large rock from the ground and turned it over in his hands. “For what it is worth, I agree with what Hiryuo says and what he relayed to me pertaining to Coriath’s opinion. Until people can come to terms with the fact that all they truly need is what is at hand, we will be fighting people and dragons such as these until we die.” Densoro punctuated his statement by throwing a rock over the edge with all his might.

Ellaurah walked over and stood next to Densoro. “Shall we, Den?”

“We? I don’t recall you getting the call,” he teased.

“When there is a nest involved, I am involved whether or not I am called.” Ellaurah looked at him in fierce defiance and he laughed lightly.

“Like I could stop you, Ellaurah. Just be careful. Coriath is fierce but…” A roar overwhelmed the area and Ellaurah grimaced.

I am not weak! Just because I am not the size of Hiryuo or the others does not mean I am not capable!

“No one said that!” Ellaurah yelled above the roar.

Densoro stood wide-eyed and stared at Coriath. “I didn’t mean anything, Coriath. I swear! I just don’t want to see you hurt.”

Hiryuo looked at Densoro, his read eyes swirling nearly black, and walked over to Coriath. Spreading one wing to cover Coriath, Hiryuo nudged her with his head and a soft rumble filled the air.

Size has nothing to do with anything, Densoro.

But Hiryuo, I didn’t mean anything. I just wanted to make sure she was careful.

She hears enough about her size as it is. If anything, you should have told her that she could have taken on the male with her ferocity.


Ellaurah sighed and looked at Densoro. “Don’t worry about it, Den. She has been a bit touchy lately. We have had a few Dragons pass through Carn Elath in the last few months and they have been slightly condescending towards her. Most Dragons aren’t exactly as gentlemanly as your Hiryuo.”

Densoro flashed a smile at his Dragon as both he and Ellaurah walked towards their companions. By the look of the sun, an hour had already passed since they had met up on the mesa. It was now or never.

The male is gone.

Both Ellaurah and Densoro looked at each other. “If what Hiryuo says is true we need to go now!” Densoro sprinted for Hiryuo and jumped up onto his Dragon's front foot. Ellaurah did the same and noticed that Coriath seemed to be over the insult from Densoro. Coriath, closest to the edge, turned from Hiryuo and stepped off the ledge gracefully, spreading her wings out to catch the current. It whipped her upwards as the sun glinted off her wings. Densoro shook his head. Coriath is beautiful.

Yes, and more capable of a ruthlessness that even Ellaurah is unaware of. I would not cross her if my life depended on it.

Really, Hiryuo? That is a huge compliment coming from you.

I only speak the truth, heart brother.



Both dragons came in low and from behind the steep slope of a neighboring mountain. The nest was in plain sight, but the female rogue Dragon was not. Where is she, Coriath?

She is here, Ellaurah, about three dragonlengths to the left around the jutting stone. She is busy feeding and has not sensed us here. She is confident.

Obviously, if she is going to leave her nest so exposed.

She is not a good mother.

Aye, dear heart, she is not. Tell Hiryuo that I need to look to the nest and see if there are eggs to be salvaged.


Coriath helped Ellaurah down as she spoke to Hiryuo. He says that they will go looking for the male. I said that was a good use of their time.

Coriath…


Ellaurah crept quietly towards the nest, knowing that the female dragon would be listening for trouble. Slowly and carefully, Ellaurah climbed the side of the nest and peered into it. Four Eggs! By all that is holy, I have never seen a nest of so many Eggs.




Hiryuo flew through the skies surrounding the mountain, searching for the male rogue dragon. Senses alert, he circled peak after peak, in an effort to sniff out the target.

I see nothing, Densoro. It’s as if he has disappeared into thin air. I should be able to sense him, even if he was five dragon leagues from our current position and hiding.

I know, Hiryuo. I don’t like this at all. I wish Ellaurah was with us, for I have a feeling we are dealing with magic. She would be able to tell us.

My question is whose magic are we dealing with?

You aren’t suggesting…


Before Densoro could complete the thought, something slammed into Hiryuo’s body hard, sending the dragon flailing through the air and plummeting to the ground. Densoro held tightly to the harness straps while clamping his legs tight against his dragonsaddle. Hiryuo’s body twisted violently and nearly collided with the granite cliffs off to the side. Roaring furiously, the male rogue dragon dove down after the falling dragon, talons extended and razor sharp. He slashed at Hiryuo’s body, trying to rip the dragon to shreds.

Hiryuo desperately searched for something to help him stop and gain some control over the current situation. Spying a small outcropping of rocks on the mountain side below, Hiryuo stretched out his great legs and prepared to spread his wings at the last minute.

I know what you are planning, Hiryuo, you could break your wings doing this!

We have no choice, heart brother. He is a magic wielder and is ridden by a mage.


Densoro flung his gaze up towards and saw the rider for the first time. Indeed, the woman had a staff in her hand, along with a sword hanging from her side, gleaming in the morning sun.

Hold on, brother.

Densoro felt his entire body jarred violently as Hiryuo planted his legs into the side of the mountain while simultaneously spreading his wings to stop the fall. Hiryuo’s entire body shook in pain and Densoro himself could feel his dragon’s pain as his own and cried out. Somehow, together, Densoro and Hiryuo conquered the fall and Hiryuo’s body lurched upwards. Conscious of Densoro on his back, he angled the coming impact to avoid crushing his rider.

Trying to stop in midair, the rogue bugled a frustrated cry and tried to avoid the collision from below. But he was not fast enough and the impact threw him sideways into the mountain side. The impact loosened fragments of rock and snow drifts from the mountain and they came crashing down onto the dragon and his rider. Screaming in rage and frustration, the rogue was washed from Densoro’s and Hiryuo’s sight. They watched as the great beast fell further and further towards the ground below.

Back to Ellaurah and Coriath, Hiryuo.

Indeed, heart brother, back to them and the female.





Quickly Ellaurah, she is coming!

Ellaurah scrambled down the side of the nest and snuck back to Coriath’s spot. She could see the great green beast coming back towards the nest and realized just how large the female was. Eyes wide, Ellaurah felt slightly sick as she watched the Dragon sniff at the nest and the whip her head around. The rogue Dragon’s black eyes searched the clifftop and she bellowed in rage. Ellaurah heard the curse and challenge from the female and it shook down into her soul.

Without warning, Coriath roared an answer to the challenge and there was nothing Ellaurah could do but watch. Coriath jumped into the air, pumping her winges hard to gain altitude and then dove at the rogue at full speed, ramming her from the side in surprise. The rogue yelled out in frustration and whipped her large spiked tail at Coriath. Nimbly, Coriath moved to avoid the brunt of the swipe; the tail only caught her on the hind leg. Dark ichor ran down from the wound, but Coriath didn’t take notice.

Coriath reared up on her hind legs and pushed her body forward, great foreclaws ready to strike. As her body came down, it slammed into the female and she raked her claws across the rogue’s body. They tore into the Dragon’s flesh and she screamed in pain as the ichor gushed from the wounds. Swiveling her head around, her great jaws parted enough to bite hard into Coriath’s shoulder, and the Dragon pulled away, trying to rip the flesh from Coriath’s bone.

Coriath, using her entire weight, rammed the dragon with her shoulder and an audible crack was heard as the jaw of the rogue broke. Clamped her jaws around the neck of the Dragon, she bit hard, splintering bone. The rogue tried once to get away but Coriath held fast, biting down harder the more the rogue struggled.

A deep bellowing broke the silence from the sky. Spiraling down at top speed was the male rogue dragon, his violet eyes whirling black. He slammed into Coriath, sending her skidding across the rocky clifftop and crashing into the wall of granite behind her. Ellaurah ran towards Coriath, but stopped short, terrified for her Dragon. The male called out his attack, lunging for Coriath while the female got to her feet and limped towards the male. A wide gash spread across Coriath’s flank and the male clawed her again. Though Ellaurah could feel her Dragon’s immense pain, Coriath did not utter sound.

Defiantly, she glared at the male and head butted him, jabbing his neck with her horns. The female rogue roared and tail lashed Coriath. The spikes on her tail sunk deep into Coriath’s flank and Ellaurah watched her dragon nearly bend in half sideways to lock jaws around the beast’s neck for the second time. Coriath jerked her head violently and an audible snap resounded through the mountains. The male reared back and brought a taloned claw across Coriath’s face, causing her head to collide with the mountainside.


Densoro, DrakeMaster Blade drawn, rounded a corner, engaged in battle with a swordsman of foreign skill. He jabbed his sword at the fighter’s right leg; the swordsman blocked the move easily. The foreigner arched his curved blade over his head and brought it crashing down towards Densoro’s head. Quickly, Densoro met the attack full on, blocking it deftly, and pushed the man back with his sword. Densoro slashed, turned quickly and jabbed at his stomach. He deflected Densoro’s attack, but not enough. The DrakeMaster Blade ripped through the adversary’s armor, slicing a deep gash into his side. The man dropped to one knee, calling out to his companion.

Atop the rogue Dragon, the mage turned towards the fight. While her Dragon took care of the small female, she mustered a large ball of darkness and hurled it at Densoro. The attack hit him in the back and he fell forward. Ellaurah, angered by her dragon’s anguish and fear for Densoro, curled her fists into tight balls that began to glow brightly. Screaming with everything she had within her, she sent a double bolt of energy towards the male rogue and he turned in anger, skin charred and blackened. Coriath took advantage of the distraction and bite down into the male’s front leg, ripping flesh and muscle. Quickly, Ellaurah aimed another well formed ball of energy at the mage, but missed as the mage slid down the hide of her dragon.

The male dragon attacked Coriath again, this time ramming his entire body up against hers, pinning her to the granite wall. He pushed hard and Ellaurah could feel the pain it caused and Coriath’s growing inability to breathe. Ellaurah aimed another attack at the rogue, but before she could release, the mage hit her with a darkness wave that threw her backwards and against the nest. On impact she heard a crunch from within and pain shot through her back and chest. Finding her breath short and painful, she watched the mage head towards Densoro, arms out to the side and another wave attack forming in front of her.


From behind Ellaurah, the pounding of wings sent dust whipping across skin and Ellaurah stood slowly clutching her chest. Hiryuo swept over Ellaurah at an angle and crashed into the male rogue, sending him sprawling towards the cliff’s edge. The might of the turquoise dragon caught the rogue off-guard and it scrabbled for a hold on the rocks as he was pushed farther and farther towards the edge.

With a roar, Hiryuo bit down on the rogue’s wing and shook his mighty head, snapping the bone beneath. The male cried out in pain and, with a shove from Hiryuo, fell over the side. Hiryuo followed him down, screaming in anger. Hiryuo slashed and hacked with all that he had at the rogue as they both plummeted towards the ground. The rogue screamed, though weakly, as he tried to fight back, but it was apparent that Hiryuo was in control and the rogue’s minutes were numbered.

Seeing the ground coming up fast, Hiryuo folded his wings, diving into the rogue with all his might and speed, pulling up at the last minute and watched the impact of the rogue on the ground. The crash reverberated through the mountain side and minutes later, laboring but smug, Hiryuo appeared and flew over to Coriath.


The foreigner stood and held his sword before him, daring Densoro to continue. Still feeling the effects of the darkness attack from the mage, Densoro brought his sword forward, jabbed and feinted to the left and the foreigner took the bait. As the foreigner moved to defend, Densoro pulled his sword back and slashed sideways, catching the man in the side. He then thrust his sword into the foreigner’s stomach and kicked him over the edge.

Densoro turned to check on Ellaurah and felt the impact of a well-aimed punch in the face. Stumbling backwards, he saw the mage standing before him, black magic billowing out in front of her. As she pulled her arms back to send the dark wave into Densoro, Ellaurah sent what little she had left in the form of an energy strike at the mage's back. The attack hit the mage, throwing her off balanced and Densoro thrust his sword deep into her chest. The mage looked up at him and dropped to her knees, body slowly sliding off of the sword, and fell face down onto the granite clifftop.


Ellaurah is hurt badly, Densoro. Coriath says that she has a few ribs broken and it is hard for her to breathe.

Thank you, Hiryuo. How is Coriath?

Brave, strong and true. She will need assistance flying so I will send out a call to the Dragon relay for help. She is very worried about Ellaurah. She is afraid. I have sent an emergency call for a healer for Ellaurah.


Densoro stopped in his tracks. Only one thing instills fear in a true Dragon: losing their human companions. He looked at Coriath and saw the fear in her eyes and sprinted towards Ellaurah. She sat, leaning against the nest, pale and slick with sweat. Her breathing was labored and Densoro himself began to fear. “Ellaurah?”

She looked up and he followed her gaze to Coriath. “She will be fine. Hiryuo says that she will be just fine once she has a better place to rest.” He smiled weakly and looked down at her. Sinking to his knees, he touched her shoulder. “How bad is it, Ellaurah?”

She wheezed, “Bad, Densoro. I know I have broken ribs, but I can’t breathe fully. Only short breaths, but they are not enough.”

“I have to check, you know I do.” Ellaurah nodded and removed her riding jacket with Densoro’s help. She winced as she pulled up her shirt to the middle of her ribcage. Densoro saw the blackening area that wrapped from her chest to her back. And he could see it growing.

She is bleeding internally, Hiryuo.

The magic attack that hit her was felt even by me down below as I fought the male rogue. She was hit much too hard. Coriath says that the blast sent her crashing into the nest.

Densoro looked up at the nest, its branches and rocks haphazardly stacked and cemented together by the female dragon’s own breath. He swallowed hard and looked Ellaurah in the eyes. “Hiryuo sent word for help. A healer is on the way.”

“Thanks. The nest, Densoro. Is it…” Ellaurah tried to finish the question, but the pain was too much. She coughed. blood trickling out of the corner of her mouth and tears flowed down her cheeks.

“Here, hold on.” he said and wrapped his arms around her waist. He gently lifted her up and helped her look over the edge of the nest. The Eggs were intact, though one rocked violently. After a few moments, the Egg split and out rolled a newly hatched Dragonet, black body and silver wings gleaming in the sun. It mewed up at her and struggled to walk towards Ellaurah.

Ellaurah felt hot tears spill down her cheeks as she reached out to touch the first born of its nest, though it sent excruciating pain through her whole body. But it didn’t matter. Baby dragons imprinted the first person they saw, taking on attributes of that person. Ellaurah had to, no matter the cost, give the baby dragon something good to imprint.

I am Soluna.

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4/14/2010 15:20:29   
Eukara Vox
Legendary AdventureGuide!


In Absentia

There is an old lady outside Oaklore Keep that lives along the road to Falconreach. If you stop in sometime, she may tell you one of the saddest and strangest stories you have ever heard...

In my prime, I knew everyone in Oaklore, seeing as most of them I helped birth as a midwife. I saw an awful lot in my time as midwife. But nothing compares to the last family I helped bring a child into the world for. This is the one part of Oaklore history I will never forget.

Brangst Herfsnayer was a kind man. He grew up idolizing the knights of the Pactogonal Table. His mother had the local woodsmith whittle a wooden sword for him when he was seven years old out of faulty wood from the mill. Brangst went everywhere with that blade. His favorite targets were the chickens at old Mayer’s place on the way to Oaklore. When he became of age he traded in the old handcrafted sword for a practice sword and simple training armor. He trained hard, emulating his favorite knights. He would collapse in his bed at night with a smile on his face. Soon enough, he achieved his goal and became a defender of Oaklore and a respected member of the Table. He went out on quests to retrieve things stolen by factions of sneevils. He protected the local farms from the overgrazing and overzealous boveox. But his crowning moment was rescuing a family from a marauding band of Vurrmen.

The first time he saw her, he knew he was going to marry her. Her long red hair shone in the sunlight and her green eyes sparkled. She had a smile that would melt a yeti’s heart and a touch lighter than a feather. Her name was music to his ears, Coralee. He had come swooping in to save the day and she looked at him with such admiration that nothing would have parted them. He asked her to marry him after three months of courtship. They were oblivious to everything in the world.

They lived with his parents until Brangst made enough gold as a knight to build them a sweet little home in the woods. Brangst enjoyed his place as husband and provider in the house. Everyday, he came home to a kiss and a large meal. And each night, they would curl up in front of the fire and read to each other. Sometimes the stories were romantic. Sometimes Brangst and Coralee laughed late into the night when reading a comedy. But no matter what it was, they never strayed far from each other’s touch.

A few years went by and Brangst started to become anxious about Coralee. Though they had been trying to have a child, they had been unsuccessful. I was called on to give all kinds of brews and concoctions to Coralee that should have helped her conceive. Just when they had given up all hope, Coralee discovered that she had conceived. After five years of trying, they were finally going to have a family. I was happy for the couple. They deserved such happiness.

Brangst made sure that Coralee did everything she was told. She ate properly, walked about more and rested longer in the middle of the day. But near the middle of the second trimester, she became ill. The doctor tried to help but nothing worked. Because there was concern for the baby, I was asked to come in earlier than usual. It seemed as though I was with the family constantly. A couple of months went by and Coralee didn’t get better. I tried to reassure Brangst that the child was still well and that most mothers-to-be did go through sicknesses like this. Towards the beginning of the third trimester, Coralee got worse. Brangst never left her side and became withdrawn and sad. The Knights gave Brangst a leave of absence to help take care of Coralee. The townspeople weren’t sure if they should offer condolences or prayers for recovery. I worked night and day to make Coralee comfortable. There were days when I thought I was going to lose her.

I had to leave town for a couple of days to get some medicines for her pain. Upon entering Oaklore, I was met by a frantic knight saying that I was needed right away. Coralee had gone into labor the night before and it looked bad. Coralee ended up delivering early, but the baby was a fine strong boy. When Brangst finally got to hold the baby, he named him Brigg. He smiled down at the boy, walked over to Coralee and happily stroked her cheek. His touched seemed to bring color back to her face and she managed a small smile of her own. Coralee remained slightly sick during the first few weeks, so a wet nurse was brought in to help take care of she and Brigg. Brangst stayed home with Coralee and Brigg, caring for them the best he could and enjoyed fatherhood. I dropped in time to time to make sure that Coralee was fine. The older Brigg got the happier Brangst appeared. After a few months, Coralee strengthened and the wet nurse was dismissed.

Several families from town brought meals to help the family out so that Brangst and Coralee could concentrate on loving and caring for Brigg. Brangst returned to the Pactogonal Table in good spirits, but his presence seemed more reserved. Most people placed the blame on the hard pregnancy and Coralee’s long recovery. But slowly over time, he cheered up some, Coralee got even better and eventually by Brigg’s first birthday, he was back to the man everyone remembered. With Brangst in high spirits and Coralee able to spend more time in town with Brigg, everyone felt better about Brangst and his family. The family became part of the town again and everyone seemed happy.

But not all was bright and beautiful. Though everyone appeared fine and the people of Oaklore enjoyed having the family back, there were whispers going around Oaklore. Brangst had lost some weight, and though that seemed a petty complaint by some, others were more concerned. It was gradual, but Brangst did nothing different than he had all his life. By Brigg’s second birthday, Brangst health was a concern for all those around him. And occasionally, Coralee and Brigg seemed slightly reserved. When Brangst looked his worst, his wife and child weren’t always around. They stayed at the house and people were forced to go to them.

Brangst had to get a new set of armor because of the weight loss and recently his strength had waned. Brangst’s superior officer made a few house calls to make sure everything was ok and found that the house was an active, though maybe quieter place than recently. But dinner was always cooking when he stopped by, and Brigg was found to be playing quietly with his toys in the living area. Coralee would pat him on the shoulder and thank him for watching out for her love.

Brangst began to invite others over to dispel the myth of his failing health. Children came over to play with Brigg and everyone seemed to back off. The children’s games were frequently done inside and were quiet. The dinners with friends were quaint and conversation was low and on topics that didn’t require much opinion. By the time Brigg turned three, everyone in town had to admit that Brangst looked bad. His eyes were yellowing, his skin seemed dry and he was getting weaker. To make matters worse, Coralee and Brigg weren’t seen quite as often and everyone assumed it was because she was busy at home trying to figure out how to care for Brangst.

He submitted to the doctor at everyone’s insistence, but the doctor found nothing wrong except that he was underweight. The doctor sent a note home with him to ask Coralee to fix bigger meals. Guests were always amazed at the amount of food served at dinners and wondered how on earth Brangst was losing weight with meals like this on the table every night.

Slowly, Brangst missed more and more days of work. The knights took turns visiting the house to call on him and see how he was feeling. He officially gave his resignation to the Pactogonal Table, knowing he was too weak to be much help anymore. The people in town saw less and less of Coralee, too, though the knights said that she was at home tending to Brangst’s needs. As the months dragged on, Brangst and his family were seen very little. A day came suddenly when the townspeople realized that Brangst had not been seen in a while. A few asked around and no one claimed to have seen him. A few shop owners agreed that they hadn’t seen Coralee in some time.

The knights and a few others from town, including myself, went to the house to check on the family. We walked through the home and found it bear, kitchen dusty and back door wide open. When we walked out, we found the thin, dry husk of Brangst on the ground, hugging a large marble slab sitting against the house. A few of the other women walked around outside calling for Coralee and Brigg. And until the day I die, I will never forget that scene or what it meant for all of us that fateful day. I was there when the knights carefully removed Brangst from the stone. I saw the inscription carved into the stone in Brangst’s handwriting.

My beloved Coralee, my wife, my best friend.
And the child that never saw the sun’s beautiful light.

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Eukara Vox
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This is by my son. He had to write a story to practice for the Texas TAKS writing test. He is 10 years old.

A time when I helped someone

Have you ever helped your brother clean his room, well I have. I was going up to my room getting my MP3 player I saw a mess in Dmitry's room and I thought, It looked like a tornado went through his room. There were clothes, Lincoln Logs, Legos, toy dragons and action figures every where. Crunch. I stepped on a Lego house. ouch! His sheets weren't in place. I was disturbed by the mess in his room.

I ran as fast as a cheetah down stairs to tell on Dmitry. I told mom and dad his room looked like a pigsty. Mom and dad came upstairs and saw the mess, they told me I should "help" him, and I thought this is going to take a long time.

I picked up the Star Wars and Dmitry picked up the Transformers. I was feeling annoyed about all the mistakes. For example, we were putting the action figures in teh wrong drawers. I felt bored hanging up his clothes because there were a lot of clothes to hang up. Next, we had to make his bed and I was getting angry because it was hard to tuck in the corners.

After we made his bed, we had to destroy some of his creations. He built a Lego castle, and a Lincoln logs town. I felt disappointed about taking apart the things he built. We put all the pieces into the buckets. We organized all the dragons, and we put the on the shelf. We put them in colored groups.

I was exhausted from all this work. My hands felt sore. I was done cleaning all the mess. I went to my room and I layed on my bed and thought "What a day."



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