The Dragon Rider's Chronicles

"Understood," Kenzo said, still grinning. He removed his gloves and placed them on the end-table next to his side of this bed. Now, he did his best not to move and just relax. Though, it was made slightly difficult by the fact that he was currently alone in a room with a woman...who happened to be a princess...and she'd just ordered him to stay put...on her bed...


The more he thought about it the redder in the face he got. He closed his eyes, trying to shove any and all thoughts out of his mind.
 
"Why are you getting so red?" Ardra was confused. "You've done nothing embarrassing and I haven't done anything embarrassing so why are you acting embarrassed?"


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"Of course not! It's just a....safety precaution...." Iris refused to look at Matthais. ".....let's just say you don't want to see me when I'm angry and leave it at that."
 
Kenzo groaned slightly; he had hoped (in vain, apparently) that his dark skin would hide his embarrassment. "Just...my current...predicament is...that is, it has the potential for...unreasonableness." He wasn't sure exactly what he meant, but that was the best he could describe it at the moment.
 
"Mmhmm sure lady," Matthais said smiling. "Well if that's the case I don't want you in my room. Couch it is then." He undid her straps and carried her off towards the private quarters. Thank you kindly for your assistance radiant one.
 
"Potential for unreasonableness?" Ardra threw off her cloak and mask and began removing her leather armor. "What on earth do you mean by that?"


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"I'm serious! I mean, Draconas is like....old....he's old enough to be my father!" Iris' face showed frustration. "Just get me to a couch."


Sikstaxen crooned after him. You're welcome. I'd suggest you ask her about what happened this day; it might have something to do with you. The dragon smiled a toothy grin knowingly as she watched the two disappear.
 
Kenzo cracked his eyes open and immediately shut them again. Seriously? She asks that and then starts...undressing?! He reddened even more.


"I...well if you don't know, I would very much rather NOT elaborate," he said hastily. "On an unrelated note, why are you...removing articles? I am perfectly willing to wait outside so that you can change in private..." He was facing away from her now, holding his left forearm over his eyes.
 
Sanz mounted Auntyrmarun and headed back towards the hangar. Magic. Despite being an elf, Sanz truly disliked most magic in the world. He couldn't say he hated it, if nothing else due to the bond that had formed because of it, but there was more than one reason he relied on his physical strength. No doubt this would bring more activity in the future . . . He sighed as they flew into the hangar, and he patted Auntyrmarun's scales.


I'll be heading back. Expect me later


I shall remain with you


Sanz was confused what the dragon meant until he arrived back in the dorms . . . he could still feel Auntyrmarun's presence in his mind. Whether it was because he was a psychic dragon, or their bond had grown that strong, the physical presence of the other was no longer required to communicate.
 
Matthais carried into the common area. "I'm just pulling your leg Iris," he said as he walked to his room, he opened the door and set her down on his bed. He sat down in the chair at a small table across the room. "So what was that at the beach? Giant pillars of light, ancient extinct dragons, ethereal dragons in the sky...I'd like some answers."
 
Ardra raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean? I'm just taking off my armor." She turned back to face him, an emerald green tank up top and tight-fitting black pants on bottom. "Do you think I'm going to stay around you and take care of you with my armor on?"


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"....where do I start?" Iris sighed. "The simplest way I can answer this is the prophecy....except I don't really want to say the entire prophecy...." She was extremely worried about telling him that and it showed in her face. Some of the wordings in the prophecy.....
 
Kenzo shook his head slightly before returning his eyes to her. Of course she's just taking her armor off. What the hell was I thinking?!


"Ah...it wouldn't have made a difference to me...just...nevermind." He sighed, frustrated by his foolish mind jumping to conclusions. "Just do whatever you want to...I'm not going anywhere unless you give me the go ahead."
 
"Well," Matthais said, "if we are getting into the realms of mystics and prophetic scripts..." he stood up. "I'm going to need a drink." He quickly left his room, "Kestus!" he called. "Do we have any wine?" he began raiding the cabinets in the kitchen. "or maybe something a little stronger..." he muttered as he found a bottle of scotch. He grabbed a small glass and returned to his room and fell into his chair.


"So, a few questions about this before we begin..." He poured into the glass, "Is it bad? Who said it? Are they reknowned for their prophetiziing accurately?" He finshed pouring and screwed on the cap of the scotch. "and most importantly..." He took a swig. "Does it involve me?"
 
"Just a warning." Ardra laid her bow and quiver on top of her dresser. "I'm extremely tired and I might fall asleep on you." She was oblivious to her wording as she walked into the bathroom to take down her hair and brush it out.


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"Yes and no. The High Priestess Naariv, who lived five hundred years ago. She is reknowned for predicting the Great Wars of the past and the disappearance of the Aquanine and Crysais dragons." Iris paused on the last question. "...it involves the Sun, the Moon, and the Spirit."
 
Kenzo blinked and took a deep, calming breath. She's just tired. No other meaning behind it. He forced himself to keep a clear mind. "If you do...fall asleep on me...just try to avoid landing on my stomach," he said. He decided to change the subject, if for no other reason than to give him something to occupy his mind with. "So...how has your back been doing? Was I any help in that department?" He was genuinely curious as to whether or not his chi-and-earth-magic massage was effective or not.
 
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"Ok, well I'm not any of those, but, of course, it's not being literal. If that applies to any of us you'd be the moon. Or it could talk about someone in your order above you. If you're the moon that could make me the sun, light dragon, contrasting personalities, my beautiful tan, etc. Or maybe there is some sort of sun cult that is somewhere out there hiding, and doing things in secret... but that seems highly unlikely." Matthais took another swig at that.


"So... if the crazy stuff that's been happening to us is any indication, the answer to my last question is... yes, or at least probably." He sets down the glass and unscrews the cap of the bottle again. He pours himself another glass and downs it.


"Which means I don't want to know anything more."
 
"Oh yes." Ardra's voice came from the bathroom. "It helped. If you weren't hurt I'd ask you to do that again." She walked back in, long white hair flowing behind her, and went over to the window. As Ardra peered out at the darkness, she had no idea the kind of beautiful picture she was creating.


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".....the Cult of the Sun Dragon, Solonosus, died out when Sun Riders stopped being born. This also was predicted by Naariv. It was said that only when the Moon and the Sun were united that the Sun riders would return." Iris sighed. "And yes, you are the Sun. I have no doubts from what I have seen of your fate."
 
"I told you I didn't want to hear it." Matthais said looking angrily at Iris. "I am a Roux. I have heard hundreds, if not thousands, of stories with prophecies in them. They are trouble, or at least knowing them is."


"So lets say you told me the entirety of this one." He drank some more. "Either I'd have to follow it or I'd have to go against it. If the ending was good, I'd just have to follow it. If the ending was bad I'd have to do everything in my power to stop it from happening. This limits me, horrendously. I won't think of anything else I could do. My options will come down to left or right, black or white, good or evil. I have no desire to be controlled by some crazy mystic from 500 years ago." He drank a little more.


"Furthermore, if people believe what she says will come to pass, will come to pass. Then if the ending is good people get lazy. They know it will all end well so they don't fight their hardest. If then ending is bad then they get discouraged and don't fight their hardest. This becomes a problem if the lady was actually full of malarkey and isn't some god of fortunetelling."


He stood up. "I'll do what I feel is right. I have a drive to see my family restored to honor and I will fight for that with all my sweat, blood, and tears. I will not let some ancient witch tell me how to go about it."


And he left his room and walked down the hall, bottle in hand.
 
Sanz decided to let himself rest as the others recovered. He had no doubt that the evening would bring about quite a bit of . . . revelry. Depending on whether the queen actually came or not, it could be better . . . or worse depending on how you looked at it. Regardless, he leaned back in the same position as last night and let himself fall into the realm of sleep for a few hours
 
Iris laid back and thought about the prophecy's words. Tears came to her eyes as she realized the price that Sun would pay according the prophecy. "....Matthais....I pray for your sake that this prophecy does not come true. For if it does....you will lose what you fight to restore. But from the ashes of that destruction, new hope will be reborn. You will lose much to gain hope for the tomorrow." Iris closed her eyes and two tears spilled out. "...Naariv, my ancestress, I hope you were wrong."


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Neera was walking down the hallway when she saw Matthais. "How is Iris? She looked a bit loopy after all....that....happened." Part of her wanted to talk to Iris about her...problem....but she was not sure what would if she did.
 
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"She's fine... She's in my room." He gestured with his bottle. "Go talk to her yourself if you want anything more than that." He walked passed her taking a drink.
 
Neera turned back and stared at him. "....are you okay? You look a little.....depressed and....tipsy." She noted the Scotch bottle in his hand and sighed.
 
"Don't worry about me... I'm just an agent of good in this crazy world." He kept walking only stumbling slightly, while muttering something about prophets and where they could put their crystal balls.
 
"....has Iris spoken to you of....a prophecy?" Neera asked and she began to follow him. If Iris was speaking of a prophecy....then it could be the same prophecy her mother had once mentioned.
 
"She hinted at one yes, but I left before she could tell me anything about it." Matthais responded. "Something about the Sun, and the Moon, if memory serves." He shakes the bottle, smiling at her. "But don't ask me tomorrow because I won't know a bloody thing about it."
 
Neera stopped dead in her tracks. "....Sun and Moon...." Suddenly everything clicked in her head. "I'd suggest sobering up and finding out what she means by that." Neera turned heel and started fast-walking towards where Iris was. "Because I have a feeling something is going to be happening soon." Neera chuckled inwardly; Matthais was a bit too preoccupied to even notice how serious she had become since seeing what had happened to Iris. None of the others had.
 
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