The Dragon Rider's Chronicles

Kenzo's eyes widened when her hood dropped. He remained in his stance for a few more moments, but finally stood up straight. Not so much because he trusted her, but more because somehow he knew that he wouldn't be able to lay a finger on her. "If what you say is true, then why bother sneaking about like a rogue? If you had simply knocked, I would have been more...respectful in our first impressions."
 
"Because I prefer to make my own conclusions about one before I bother speaking to them. Because I needed to see the destiny of the last of your tribe. I needed to see if you were important enough for a..." Irisvar stopped suddenly. "For one such as myself to protect."
 
"...Very well." Kenzo sat down on the bed, conceding that he wouldn't be getting a straight answer from this woman anytime in the foreseeable future. "What do you need of me, then? Why am I worthy of protection from someone such as yourself?"
 
"Because...." Irisvar looked away quickly. "Because Draconas asks it of me and I deem it worthy of my concern. My reasons are none of your business. From what little I've seen of your group, you'll need me in the future. For now..." She looked back. "Worry about your training and your little girlfriend of a princess. I'll just make sure that you people don't get killed. When the times comes, the Great Dragons will show what fate each of you will receive." Irisvar closed her eyes and looked down; the slip of tongue that she had just made was blatantly connected to the ancient ways of the dragons.
 
Kenzo's brow furrowed slightly at the word 'girlfriend' but otherwise he didn't react to her words. When she finished, his eyes hardened. "I see...so you're an agent of the Great Dragons, then? Will all due respect, I'm not the most valuable member of our team, so don't waste too much effort on protecting me. Neera and Ardra are much more important to this world's advancement. Busy yourself with their safety." He lied down on the bed he was sitting on. "I care not about the wheels of fate. They have only spun me ill fortune so far."
 
"....Kenzo, I've been brought into your fate by no accident. And your destiny happens to intertwine with the will of the Great Dragons. Ardra's fate is to stand by your side as your destiny comes into being. This world is crumbling apart and you two happen to be at the epicenter of the end. I'd suggest you start thinking a bit more highly of yourself, or dragons above decree it, you'll die and leave Ardra alone. And she won't survive alone." Irisvar pulled her hood back up and began walking out the door. "The wheels of fate will soon be turning to you. I'd suggest you be ready." With that, she shut the door behind her silently and moved on.


The next room was Neera Sentoni's. This girl was snoring loudly and shifting in her sleep. But that did not distract Irisvar from something startling. This girl was just like her but her fate was uncertain. Much too uncertain for Irisvar's taste. It stood alone, though it was shadowed by the others. Irisvar shook her head; fate would deem whatever fit for this girl. She could only try to keep the girl alive and well to help the others.


After leaving that room, she came to the room of Kestus Fierno. Her eyes softened as she looked into him; fate would not be kind to this one. But he would serve a purpose at the end of days. Irisvar would help him in his journeys until fate made that impossible.


Now she turned to the room of Matthais Roux. Irisvar moved in silence, hoping not to awaken this one. It astounded her that two of this group had fates that intertwined with the Great Dragons; this was the second one. It as no wonder that he had been sent a Shaira dragon; the Great Dragons themselves probably sent it. She moved closer; there was something clouding her vision. Irisvar needed to know more. Tentatively, she placed one hand over his heart. Irisvar was not prepared for the blasting images pulsing through her brain and she shook as she tried to glean the information she needed to know.
 
Matthais groggily awakens at the touch of the silent intruder. Even in his tired state his wit is always with him. "Generally I have dinner with a girl first but I admire your unique approach." He smiled up at her as he grabbed her wrist and roughly tossed it aside. He spins off the bed and grabs his knife from between his boots and points it at the newcomer in a defensive stance, his other arm raised to protect his face.


"What is your name? And why have you broken into my room?"
 
Irisvar was caught off guard by his awakening and backed up, tripping over her cloak and pulling it off of her body. Her skin glowed brightly underneath the moonlight coming from the window and her slitted silver eyes stared into his eyes.


"....who are you....Roux...?" Her eyes were wide with surprise as she tried to gather the images that she had collected. It was difficult to sort it out all out but one thing was clear to her. This person was.... Her mind tried to dismiss it. It was impossible. It had not happened in centuries. Why would it happen now?
 
He tilts his head at her and smiles his half smile, "Why I am Matthais Roux, member of the Wandering Clan, actor, mage, warrior, and lover. I am the singer of truth and a master of lies. I am the shield that protects and the cloak that deceives. I am the master of my fate and the one who will restore the name of Roux."


He chuckles to himself. "and I may be full of myself." His face becomes more serious, "I've answered your question now answer mine. Those are the rules if I'm not mistaken."
 
"....all that you need to know is that I'm the one keeping all of you alive for as long as you exist as a group." Irisvar backed away, towards the window. The images.....could not be true. It was impossible. The fate that she was seeing.... She looked away out the window as she focused on the images. As she focused more, her eyes began to shine with the same light as the moon above them outside. On her skin, spiraling patterns of lunar symbols ran down her arms, across her collar bone, up her neck, and disappeared beneath her hair. When she looked back at him, she looked...inhuman. Her powers were reacting to the images that she had seen for this one's fate.
 
Matthais eyed her warily, "If what you say is true than I thank you in advanced Miss...?" He wasn't going to let her go that easily.
 
"....Iris." She drew up, standing tall and staring him in the eye. "You are an...interesting character....Matthais...." Irisvar knew that she was not going to get close enough to get more images. So how was she going to get the information she needed. She could just arrange some accidental injuries so she would in proximity to get the information. Came with the territory of being healer.
 
"I've always tried to be so, now if there is nothing else I'd like to return to the sleep you interrupted. I have a big day of trying to not get killed tomorrow. You would think the normal threats that every initiate faces would be enough for me but no. I need to try and not end up on the business end of Ardra's arrows." He leaned forward in a quick half bow and made a gesture towards the door.
 
"Oh Ardra would not shoot you." Irisvar smiled uncannily. "She would poison your food and watch you suffer into your grave." She grabbed her white cloak and was about to put it on when she saw her skin. "....you're sure you're just a Roux?" Her eyes scanned him for any tell tale marks of what she had seen.
 
"As far as I know I'm as Roux as they come. My mom could trace her line to the clans founding." He turned his head aside as he thought of his mother. "Thanks for the warning about Ardra but I think I'll keep wary from her arrows none the less." Great now I'll have to make all my own food as well.


Bite undeserved by Iris crept into Matthais's voice. "If your curiosity is quite sated." His knife flicked towards the door. He turned to his bed and sat down upon it waiting for her to leave.
 
Her eyes narrowed and words came to him though her lips did not move. They echoed inside his head and they rang with anger. Curb your tongue, Matthais. Or I shall remove it from your head, hofiba! The final word was accented with a sudden pain that felt like a knife searing through his psyche. There's more to you that meets the eye. I probably now know more about yourself than you know of yourself. There's a reason a Shaira was sent to you by the Great Dragons and I see that reason clearly, though I hardly believe it myself.
 
The knife clatters to the ground as Matthais's hands went to his pounding head. He ground his teeth an looked up at her. "Care to enlighten me oh great enlightened one." He winced as he said it know it might bring her wrath again. "Sorry," he quickly added through a clenched jaw. "Iris."
 
I will tell you in your own due time. Now, cross me again, and I'll rip out your psyche, causing you to go stark mad and you'll never achieve your dreams of restoring your precious clan's honor. Irisvar continued to glare at him. Now, do we have an understanding?
 
"Yes," he said his teeth grinding and his hands clenched into fists turning and turning white by his sides.


He looked at her with angry eyes. He knew he was beaten and wouldn't be able to fight her, yet. So he would play nice.
 
I would not suggest ever fighting me, Matthais. I know what you are when you do not. A thoughtful look came into her eyes as she mused. The fact that you are a Roux made sure that this would never be noticed before. You're like me, in a way. She then realized that she was still holding onto his mind and let go. "....now, I'm not trying to hurt you here. I'm actually trying to help you. But I will not stand for the fancy words and throwing knives." Irisvar sighed. "And unfortunately I don't have a choice in the matter of helping you. So, I'm stuck with you and you're stuck with me. Either it can be accepted or we can hate each other. I'd really prefer to avoid hatred."
 
Matthais inhales deeply as he tries to get his anger under control. "Fine. I'll get over this tonight and I'll be civil tomorrow. Just knock next time and this will all go much better."
 
"Then I'll take my leave." Irisvar nodded. ".....I'll try to remember to knock." She turned and was about to walk out when she noticed the patterns on her skin. Irisvar froze; she had let another being see these? The High Priestess would not be happy if she found out. She walked briskly out, shutting the door behind her.


Irisvar was in no shape to deal with the last one so she rushed back to her room. The cloak was thrown off and she undressed beneath the skylight, allowing the moon light to cover her body. Her powers had reacted strongly; it would probably be best to talk to the High Priestess about this.
 
Matthais waited for the woman to leave before falling back down on to his bed looking up at the ceiling, thinking about what just happened. He didn't get far before he gave up. It's much too late for this. He nodded off still in his clothes for the second time this evening.


He dreamed of flying dragon-back, of grand battle, and of honor.
 
Morning came with the roars of dragons and the whoops of riders. The other groups got up earlier than the rest of them and took off towards the separate rings to train.


Kestus was the first to wake up. ".....pancakes.....want.....pancakes..." He sleepily flew over to the cabinet and began pulling out the necessary ingredients.


Neera was still snoring and was unlikely to wake up without some sort of outside stimulus to cause her to wake up.


Ardra was in the shower, singing more Ventenadanan songs. These, however, were more recent and upbeat. She wanted to attempt to have a good day. Attempt being the operative word.
 
Kenzo slowly opened his eyes shortly after Kestus had arrived in the kitchen. He donned a simple white tank top to go with his shorts, and decided that it was enough at the moment. He strode into the common area with his katana in one hand, the blade resting on his shoulder. "Morning, Kestus," he said to the fairy man flitting about, and began doing Soromine windblade excersizes. His movements flowed effortlessly into each swing, an unending assault against an invisible opponent as he continued training. He was fighting with the grace and ferocity of the wind, as was the style of the Soromines. Because of their affinity for the sky, wind and air, and the fact that many of their moves were named after birds, the clansmen eventually got the moniker as 'crows' from their adversaries.
 
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