The Dragon Rider's Chronicles

"This looks good. Now all that's nee--"


Sanz froze as a growling emanated from the trees around him. He didn't wait to see what it was as he leapt onto Auntyrmarun, not even stopping to tighten the straps.


FLY!


No more words were needed as Auntyrmarun flapped his wings against the ground and blasted into the sky. Sanz didn't let out a sigh of relief until they were up alongside the clouds, where he finally let his breath out.


Slowly, I want to finish


The dragon let out a chuckle as Sanz pulled out a small knife and began to whittle down the pole of wood he had left, shaving it off little by little. By the time he had reached the hangar, he had wooden blade, much the same as what had been cracked by his own blade. Before landing, he closed his eye and placed and open hand on the blade.


I hope my mother's words still hold merit . . .


He thought to himself as he took a deep breath


"By the rains of Spring and the grace of Summer, the strength of earth bring all asunder . . ."


There was a green glimmer throughout the blade as the wood hardened, no longer the bendy material of living saplings from before. Auntyrmarun landed and bid Sanz good night as the two parted ways. Sanz casually dropped the finished blade off against Kenzo's door before heading into his own room, where he disrobed and quickly fell to the veil of sleep
 
"Yeah... I might not get much sleep at all... you can have my bed. I'll take the couch." Matthais said as the reached the common area. "Just let me grab a few things first." He entered his room grabbed a sheet, a book, a small box, and his sword then left and set his things on the couch facing the entrance to their little cul-de-sac.
 
"You really don't need to give up your bed." Iris sighed. "And I could help you with that whole sleep-issue-thing if you wanted me to do so." She stood, hesitant to actually go into the room; she did not want to take someone's bed from them.
 
"Yeah well, fine. I need to do a few things before bed." He left the sheet and took the sword and the box to the opposite couch. He sat down and opened the box. He pulled out a rag, a small stone, and a bottle. Then he sat there sword in front of him and he began to focus his earth magic. If Kenzo could do it so could he. He built up as much as he could and then began to slowly explore his familiar blade. The slight imperfections, the strengths in the metal, the folds of the metal, then he slowly began to reinforce them. He changed the blade slowly morphing its core to a stronger state, he removed what imperfections he could. When he finished the blade was stronger but had lost it's edge. He wiped the sweat from his brow, and touched his blade, and he nearly dropped it. The blade didn't look it but it was very hot from the bending and friction from within the blade. Matthais sucked on his burned fingers and smiled.


While much of his raw magic potential was below that of most of his comrades that used the Art Matthais had supirior control and focus with his magic, able to do fine manipulation that might be beyond his comrades. He took the sword to the sink and ran cold water over it. The water turned to steam as it touched his blade. Then he returned to his couch.
 
"Get comfortable because this will knock you out fast." Iris' eyes glowed for just a second before touching her right pointer finger to his forehead as it shone with magical energy. "This simply aligns your body's systems into sleep mode faster. I'd say you'll be out very quickly." Iris smiled. "Now, sleep."
 
Matthais protested but hadn't been paying attention to her so her spell hit him with it's full effect and he slumped against the arm of the couch. "But I need to... sharpen *yawn* my sword...." His eyes closed and he fell asleep.
 
Iris picked up the sword and sat there herself, sharpening it. "I know. You need sleep more, however. I'll take care of the sword this time." Iris focused her magical energy into the sword, finding every imperfection. After sharpening the sword, she remembered that she had one more person to look into their fate. Sanz.


She approached his room, silently opening the door. Sleep had apparently came quickly to this one. Her eyes shown silver as she stared into his soul. This one would be useful when the time came. His loyalties would be good for this group. Her eyes widened; could it be....this was one who could change the fates for one. He could change the fates of the Spirit Dragonborn.


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Draconas sat next to the Aquanine dragon, shaking his head. "....you're a lucky little bugger. If Iris hadn't of found you, you'd be dead."


"Messages from the Queen and the Council have come stating they will be here tomorrow by late afternoon." Merise sat back tiredly. "I'd suggest preparations."


"...screw my life." Draconas sighed.
 
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Sanz's dream, if it could be called that, was . . . a void. It was not even a black room, it was simply empty. The only thing within, was a young elven boy, close inspection would reveal it was a young Sanz. He was wielding a sword that was clearly to large for him, continuing blade exercises. He did not make a sound externally, even as he held his blade tucked against his side. He was still sitting up and leaning against the back headboard, his face was the very landscape of calm, unrecognizable from the rage-filled expression he wore earlier
 
More, Iris needed to know more. She moved closer, brushing against the side of the bed just enough to shake it. Her eyes delved deeper. The fates showed two paths for this one. In one, he would be the savior of the Spirit. In the other, he would die trying to save the Spirit. The percentage chance of each one was equal and that bugged her severely.
 
As she neared, Sanz's void started to fill. Crashes, fire everywhere, a black-winged form flying over his village. He grit his teeth within his sleep. He could feel the presence . . . though it was not malevolent, so his rage didn't react in full . . . yet. The grip on the hilt of his sword tightened as the screams burned into his ears.
 
Iris neared and noticed that he was moving a bit in his sleep. She needed to find out what was going on inside his head. Putting her hands on both sides of his head about an inch away, she delved into his dreams. She was not prepared for the pain that followed.


The sheer intensity of the dream seared through her psyche. Her body shook as she watched from within his mind. It was taking all of her will power to not fall over from the pain.
 
There were shifting shadows and fires everywhere. Screams were constant, as shadowy monsters roared in the distance. They spit acid . . . and fire . . . turning anything vaguely recognizable into a whirling pit of slag and mangled elves. Throughout it all, the little boy in the center screamed to the heavens . . .


Sanz did not know when his dream had started to make him take action in the real world, but when he realized what was happening, he was holding Iris up by her throat. It took a second for the madness to leave his eyes as he dropped her, thankfully on the bed, and fell down into a sitting position. Cold sweat had broken out over his body, and it seemed in the chaos that his blade had fallen to the side . . . probably for the best or she would be dead right now.
 
Iris stared up at him. "....well...." She rubbed her neck. "....that....hurt a bit." Her eyes remained silver fire as she talked. "....now that was one hell of a dream..."
 
Sanz pulled a hand over his eyes, his form trembling as he shook away the terrors of the night.


"I'm . . . sorry . . ."


He pulled his blade from where it lay sheathed on the ground and pulled it up to him, his form visibly relaxing as he put his hands on the blade.


"You . . . I don't expect you to understand."
 
"....wild dragons attacked your village, killing many, many people. You could not save your village and it still haunts your dreams.." Iris could read him like a book; honestly he was rather easy.
 
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Sanz glared up at her. Had she been in his dreams?


"Not many people... All of them."


Sanz looked down at his feet


"My entire village, everything I'd ever known, it was burned to the ground in a single night."


He gripped his sword tightly, gritting his teeth slightly


"The fury I feel from that night burns within me even now... It is why I choose not to fight unless forced."
 
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"Do not let the fury control you, Sanz." Iris looked away, her eyes distant. "Or you will lose yourself and the things you care about." She thought about the prophecy; this was the dragons answer to saving the Spirit Dragonborn? If he could not contain his fury, death would befall the Spirit.
 
"You think I don't know that?"


Sanz glared up at the moondragon priest


"Why do you think I train on a daily basis? Drown myself in the discipline of the sword?! The only reason I can talk rationally right now is because I contain my fury! Do you not think, for one second, that if I could control myself in the chaos of battle I would?!"


He was clearly angry, though this was kept beneath a veil of discipline.
 
"But there will come a time, when in the heat of battle, you will have to either control your fury or someone will die because of it." Iris looked straight at him, a serious look in her eyes. "If you don't control it, someone will die. Simple as that." She crossed her arms.
 
Sanz let out a sigh and shakily stood up, though the worst of it seemed to be over.


"I would not recommend disturbing my resting again. The next time someone might indeed die..."


He set his sheathed blade to the side and leaned back against the headboard. Whatever the moon-girl said meant little to him. She had told him nothing that he didn't already know.
 
You really think you can kill me? Iris' voice suddenly echoed in his head. Touch me again and I'll rip your psyche apart from the inside. I'm telling you this because I have looked at your fates. One involves you saving another by controlling your fury, another shows you allowing someone to die because you cannot control your fury. Now.... A piercing pain went through Sanz's head, like two knives were digging into each of his temples. Learn some respect or I'm going to teach you the power of the Moon.
 
Sanz buckled slightly at her voice, unexpected to find any voice besides Auntyrmarun's in his head. But when the pain started... his mental inhibitions shut down. Within seconds, his naked blade lay in his hand and was being brought down upon the young woman in front of him. As it stood, it would have cloven straight through her collar bone and likely crushed her entire ribcage, assuming the slab of metal didn't go straight through her. However, another presence came upon his mind, this time the one he had expected


STOP


It was only a single word, but sanity returned to Sanz's eyes just enough before splinters of wood flew everywhere. The blade was half-buried in the floor, mere centimeters from Iris's body.
 
Silver light energy flashed from her eyes, grabbing the blade from his hand with surprising force. The light seemed to move as if it was a just another limb of her body. She set the blade far enough away. Ah, Auntyrmarun stopped you. What a pity. I'd like to see someone come close to killing me. The silver light the slammed into Sanz, pushing him against the wall behind him. I don't care who you are or where you came from or what your past is. You happen to be a part of the fates that surround myself and the others. You lose it and Auntyrmarun cannot stop you, I will. Permanently. The light faded and her eyes returned to their normal gray. Iris began walking out of the room. Sleep. You're going to need it.
 
Sanz fell down to one knee as Iris left the room. That power . . . was beyond mortal. He shook his head and pulled the blade up from the floor. He tried to let the veil of sleep take over him again, but found it impossible.


I guess the extra sleep from this afternoon will have to do


He picked up the sword and strapped the extra iron onto it, pulling the blade into the air and bringing it down in a sharp motion.


"One...Two...Three..."
 
Morning came quickly and found Ardra laying on her side with an arm around Kenzo. She was sleeping blissfully, dreaming happy things for the first time in years.


Neera was snoring loudly from her room, not really caring about anything at the moment.


Kestus awoke and showered quickly. Afterwards, he went out into the kitchen bent on making omelets for them all.


Iris slept in silence, dreams of darkness plaguing her.
 
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