Snowing under by droplets of drizzling rain, the meal-cold sprinkling lightly to the leaves of the forest and at the veil. Embracing the fall of cold darkness beyond sight of dead night.
A profusion of his five king's guard, richly armored and each of them was holding a cresset of fire. Scattered in a triage like the swords are on his very eyes, near and pointing, they worship the happiness whilst they wait. King Raven stood with his lady hand beside the Guard Tower of Edrak, and the dark ports of Shadow Waters at the corner of their eyes. They persist their belongings with the smell of nature, lengthy of gray wounded clouds gapping the skies, and sight the portrait of death until the wings up high descends on their marking time.
The substantial great crossbow towers behind them were procured with two men in same side, constraining themselves at the top of the enormous tower with a sole torch. The northeast was watched before the moon strikes itself from midnight, taking a glimpse of any threats to come in the middle of the seas be known, and the unnamed within it. The King observes his squadron of brave men, the winds waving their capes with his prideful sigil of a still, and indistinctly sinister black bird around a gray horizon.
Lady Vhanessa: May I ask? What am I doing here?
King Raven: We are heading to Kingdom Sicaris, discussing the terms to rebuild the town between Egareth and the Dragon's Dome.
Lady Vhanessa: Wait, rebuild? What just happened?
Shook her head and gave the look of worry, turning her body almost facing his stand.
King Raven: A dying dragon was said that it plunged down the town and it engulfed by fire. Now we got invited to the castle to help her with the fortification...and find out who caused the doom of Egareth.
Lady Vhanessa: Ahh Gods, the time where I nearly be beyond Reviathan. If I was there I assume I might be dead, but at the least I died on my dreamed casket rather than this nightmare. It was between me and her sister Sandra and that Dragon Rider Rio Hallery. The Gods must be mistaken, very mistaken.
She poured her thought as cold as the ocean's gentle winds, He can feel it on the gestures she was making before the start of every dusk. She was not taking any time to mention his adoration, however, the loose weary eyes begins to glimmer. The Queen Regent has no more likings to be with him, but the smile thought to be from ear to ear, brought the longing desire to her sole interest to be Hand of the Queen.
King Raven: Every person of the council is my priority, whoever it might be a friend or a foe. You are my priority since my Brother is going to the seaborne Castle of the Garrick, up the north where he once a server of the Lord Admirals. I wonder why he gets to choose to visit them and forget his duty as my prince.
Lady Vhanessa: So you took me here instead of him? You both are on the same family but you wish my company instead.
An early fire spat before the storms above the black skies begin. Roaring in the edge of her tongue were the anger of response. The King still see her eyes leading her mind that all things being equal, she choose to stare blankly at the seas despite the guise of the highness was near her.
King Raven: You got the sole rights to my circle Vhanessa, you have more honor than him because he was just my Prince. Then here you are, my right hand on the throne.
Lady Vhanessa: He is your brother, you can make him follow you wherever you want. If you can't do what a King can do, then why bother naming you then?
King Raven: Careful Vhanessa. A female wasn't a hand on all occasions throughout the history amongst all Kingdoms who rule, but I brought you this title. A gratitude to show you the quest that I am partaking in, you should be thankfu~
Lady Vhanessa: Oh...Be thankful.
Said her, those large dreamy eyes fixed a fierce and ignited a hissing blow. She noticed Vhanessa turning her head towards his kingly respectful gaze, finally, but heard another of the mewled spare of her wrath from the worldly sharp keeping above her chin.
Lady Vhanessa: Tell me, King Raven. Was your people's title within the circle is more important than your own family?
The King heard her appeal, and silence came onto place. Tell me, the remorseless wind whispered like a same holy ghost. The trees sang the resonant air rage of nature, quietness summoned amongst them all. A split world perhaps, he heard, watched the seas and never spoke. Taking oneself off from the conversation that seems to be a gust of snow shifting itself to the furnace of dawn.
Clearing the King's badge pinned on his right chest with his left hands, pleasing her to remember who she was talking to. The hereditary crown beneath the handle, the best feeling he gets when the golden one was put onto his head. But then suddenly, when his fingers felt the tapered pendant of a small sharp sword twisting its edges above, a pain and a drip of blood spilled a little on his finger.
Turning away and not accepting a call of the King's help, nothing a chance of giving him a spare of her sleeve's cloth to cover the wound.
Lady Vhanessa: You are wounded King Raven, a sign of your spanning ego.
King Raven: The circle of which I chose to... was already my Family, remember that. My honor should be paid back by blood. So you belong to the family now, my family.
The dark austral cold became more violent, as he try to take her heart back from the orders of her memories. The false echoing recollection of thoughts, dead and buried, she still consider in the way as truthful which made the pain of Raven even worst. The rain pours pelting in a sudden, the drops few but feels to be penetrating the untattered cloaks and iron sheathing. Laying one's eyes upon the skies which hides the motionless stars, having a sensation that the droplets are now smaller as he fixed his eyes to the land of the gods and goddesses.
The Book of Angels and the Fallen, thought him. The stout pages of the book got King Raven thinking in a silent shriek; Good and Evil, there are more than three immortal souls lying from above. When Lord Agarino of the second given him the chance to know their keepings, he wish he further knew the assembled multitude of heavenly chevaliers.
Lady Vhanessa: Do you wish to retreat?
From his fantastic wonderings which Raven gave a pleasure to behold, whether he was dancing on his dreams or carrying the world by himself. He stare beyond the droplets of rain, forthwith his grace was unaware of the surroundings, giving no thought at first of her echoing question.
King Raven: Retreat? No...no, that reason was not enough to stop us. It is just a rain, I can stay here. I suggest you can go to the carriage if you want to.
Lady Vhanessa: I do not wish to be in the carriage, I cannot talk to the guards. Why are you looking up the sky for too long?
Wait, that was uncalled for, thought the King in his mind after he heard her instantaneous question that is detached from the subject matter.
King Raven: The dragons are fast enough to present itself at this point in time, I am looking for their arrival anytime sooner.
Lady Vhanessa: What if they are fooling us off? Who makes a trip in the middle of a storm? They should've retreated since then it happens.
King Raven: No they won't, the storms just went off long enough after we get here. I guarantee they will come as from the command of...your...Queen.
Disregarding his pursuit to the hanker of his own fantasies, mythical and legendary entities, he proceed to answer her acceptable to her likings but, she was gone. Turning his head around the lying bushes and tall trees, he saw her running back at the light blue horse carriage she have settled a while ago during the travel, putting up her dress from the bottom to avoid the drag upon the wet grass.
King Raven: Oh Lords, this kid have some problem.
In his eyes, she was forced to be contended with her aunt Lady Marely Feriel, having her hands a fur-lined black cloak to cover her as she was caught by the melodious pouring rain.
He was having a hard time to get the hang of the dragon's growls for which they are similar to the thunderous applaud, making up the thought that the flying beasts were sealed on the dark clouds, the black of skies which molds a ring to make the black flight erstwhile. The guards of the king holding the fires, hasten, from the bottom of the small cliff facing the tower that erects the sea watch they bolted towards him and so from behind was another honorable be approach. Lady Marely, the strongest known councilor of the grand circle leisurely wanted to prevent the health infirmity of the highness, both hands was holding the outspread cloth hanging on the steady iron stick to place it over his lair of crown.
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King Raven: With my respect, I do not need the steady cloak to cover me my Lady, save it for yourself and your niece instead. You can leave me here.
Lady Marely: The rain can make you sick, your grace must be well before facing the Queen.
King Raven: The King's guard draws near our stead my Lady, please stand aside.
In spite of her worry, King Raven refused her glad offerings to protect him. Instead of giving the spoils of dwindle from his mouth, he lay his hands on the furrowed skin of Lady Marely and gave a little smile. The grim and careworn men with ringed swords and plumed gray cape was returning to the path of the King whilst moving in the hideous mud. Their formation of dignity by the command of Sir Renggy Godfrey. Marching forward like the as if the incessant series of thunders cannot cease them, along with the flying dark banners which was verging onto its deceptive spirit.
As they step foot at the edge of the slope cliff and standing tall in front of him, an exact spot to deliver the calls even did the rain pours violently strong. There felt a sudden, a hurricane sings its songs like a shockwave towards the sea shore, it was so strong that it almost hack them down to the mud.
In the wings carved before the age of ice, he watched them move above the lonely crossbow tower and casted a dark shadow by the blur of peeking moonlight.
The massive dragon that can fit an army on its back had landed on the misty troubled sea shores. The mythical creature gave rise to the earthquakes of the land and savage waves of sorrow, the beast terribly shook the ground. The colors of scales parted as the dragons of three broke out in a wide grin when they move close, the dragonish eyes illuminated from the only puddles of burning light coming from the fire torch, came to part and the smell of new forged metal shifted through their nose.
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*Sniff* *Sniff* *Sniff*
Who rides the big drake? thought the king.
It was darker above the thorns, figuring out the rider was hard for the King and so the other within his circle. The mounted shadow on its back was a rider on a hooded cloak, making it harder as the hair would not show the dark shade's identity. They never got a word from the anonymous who has the ability to tame and bond with the magical flying pets, as all riders of Egareth should be. The long neck of the beast capable of fire-spitting tantrums was curved, The glands they saw opening, heated with fire, strong enough to forge new alloys and destroy such kingdoms. It drew closer to them until the skin was nearly three steps away from their stead, drifting off the smell of a burnt fish from its skin.
Sir Korin: Should we go now my Lord? or...my Lady?
King Raven: Was it not obvious Korin? We must mount now, we do not have that much time and the storm is getting worst.
One of the sworn sword of the King asked, shouted, whose also taking part of the High entitled knights formation asked at top of its voice. The person on the mount does not move a single muscle, perhaps the clouds gathered the storm viciously endless that it goes along the voice of the knight, the question seems to never warped onto the rider's ears, or else after another have wielded from the weather.
The King touched the skin of the Dragon, and speaking to it once they have gifted of such chances to ride it into the sky and almost anywhere else; but the flight had only one reason for they arrive. It was not slippery after all, despite the rain made it look like a glass of silver and almost reflecting the fading light they clench into their hands.
King Raven: Lady Marely, your kind presence I most likely present. Sir Renggy, I chose you to lead the first climb and assist our lady council mount the dragon.
He obeyed, King Raven took Sir Renggy's torch that was near of its lacking heat. The King laying his own self to the ascending of the knight. He observed never a struggle as he climbed up the calm dragon, its massive head motionless. The scales was shown to be like a steps for them to clamber up to the growling beast, as if a blast of pierce were impossible to impale through numerous titanium forged shield combined.
Lady Marely: Gods of all men...Help me, I might fall off.
King Raven: Watch out from the fires soldiers, take a good care to both of our Ladies.
One of the remaining King's guard having foot on the wet land; Sir Harya 'The Boulder' Quarin, helped the fearsomely woman and her heated niece of the council climb up the drake, by taking his armored broad shoulders as a support. Enva Aneli and Oswal Veradinn take up the hold by the worn out cloak, covering Lady Marely from the rainfall. As the Lady ended her feet through the spikey head, they followed her trail atop of the silver creature, and so is the King who last ascended.
Dragon Rider: Make sure that your grip is firm and secure, you will be bouncing hard stones up your rear.
King Raven: The rider is a woman.
The King himself declared in silence whilst he is just seeing absolute darkness. They felt the massiveness from eye to boot, sitting on the glorious flying one and the hands are the only security they can have, all unsaddled .There is an indescribable succession of the dragon's breathing, wings flapping from either side creating violent wind, the rubbing sound of the scales used as an internal saddles and spike of stones.
King Raven: Can I have your name my Lady?
Rio Hallery: I expected you to know me once you heard my voice, I might be the only one riding this Dragon if I was the one who reigned.
The cruise distorted, the terribly savage roars of thunder muffled his voice, but hers he surely recognized. The tones that blew up the entire castle cold swiftly rang through his mind like a shoot of an arrow. A windless voice echoed throughout his ears. ARTIC BUUURRRNNN!!!
King Raven: Rio Hallery of Egareth?
Rio Hallery: That is right King Raven, the heir rivalry of yore. Now hold onto the massive saddle, we are about to ascend quicker.
The wings flapped even stronger, stronger than before. There onto the black clouds were the shape of dark omens scaling up within their eyes, the continuous strings of white thunders and the slashing whip of lightning were growing bigger as if it was to engulf them whole. Vanquished and realized it was the drake's favorite thing, the instinct of House Hallery's Silver scaled dragon named Verglas was the raining white destruction upon the restless clouds.
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The bliss of blazing tempest soar brighter as they pierce through the thick of specter, looking back at them, they grasp the leash tighter and the eyes appear to be closing deep to the warp of their fate. When the dragon entered the gray gates of heaven, everything goes silent, and there they saw when their eyes gone low, the pale pool of rumbling fissure of thunders below.
Rio Hallery: Oh, saw nothing now. Welcome to the night shade of Northrian Heavens, taking a tour away from the storm, but we are not allowed to settle here for too long.
The dragon slowed down and kept the wind's phase on its own, lingers the still calmness like the opposite faces of the ocean below. It seems to be a magic, the sound of thunders silenced. Solace, they mumbled a victorious gift that the nature has brought to them and the castle mark from the distant afar.
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King Raven: Northrian Heavens, the Angels and the Fallen of Northrom. I wish Lord Artifar was here to see all of these.
Rio Hallery: He might not be able to properly ride the dragon, but we'll try at some other time...with an even secured saddle to sit on. My Lady? Was all be comfortable to you?
Lady Marely: Good, Good...This is the first time, thankfully my thinking has ceased.
She sighed and brought her attitude into being, returned to its state of a lady. Lady Vhanessa Feriel, her niece struggling in her thickened cold skin, dense with shivering fear of height and enwrapping her arms nearly whole to her aunt's body.
King Raven: The lord have said that something mystic is writing the songs, the former King. Things that we have discovered was telling us that creatures do exist fitting the description of those alleged crazy adventurers that did nothing more than tell people what they saw.
The ceiling of stars twinkling with light, mischievously squinting in their highest majesty like a pearl that adorns the dark night sky. The night's aroma pervades the air and hearts silently making wishes upon them to carry their souls to paradise, but the falls of prayers fades away. Soon and blacked out, it was nothing but another sea of terror while they starve for the sunlight when the summer is over.
In the distance barely reached by the moon, something came out of the shadows to reveal the stature of dark blue rays of skin, from the gaps of the clouds down to flight, he saw a frantic whirl of the perilous sea and somewhat... or something, leaked upon the portal of the abyss and it busted through the sheet of the raging clouds. He tuned everything else out after the sea born spirit applaud its multiple grasping slime, they were all sitting frozen as they see the chills of the living unknown showing its terrible limbs or perhaps a flag in their blinded eyes.
Rio Hallery: They were here again.
She whispered at her end, they all heard her being aware even she tried to go low.
King Raven: Could this be them? Do you see...what I also see? The stories began ages ago, well it is true that it still doesn't end.
Rio Hallery: As you are from the Kingdoms that holds the seas, you and your people will know. My Dragon Verglas was taking a slow sweeping route, keep your fear away for Verglas to not startle his flight, brace yourselves as she go stealthy.
The savage thunders and sullen storms, the bulging lightning coils were still hurled to shut. Verglas, the Silver drake turned the currents of the ceaseless wind on the opposite direction. Keep him away, keep us away. The King prayed whilst he grasped the dragon saddle's handle more tightly unyielding, staring frozen to the prowls and dance of the sadist rogue, and bear the chills of the night halfway the kingdoms' arcane cold.