Dragon’s Awakening

Darkness. The encroaching void that mortal’s fear. Where creatures exist that can snatch, trap, or devour those unprepared or too weak to resist. Like a mold it always creeped in whenever light weakened or waned. It was within such a place that the dragoness Ossai found herself. Lost adrift within the inky miasma over eons of time. Her once grand mind drifting, fading in and out of consciousness over centuries that passed her by. How ill-fitting for one with her pedigree.

The favored daughter of the great dragon emperor, the one he deemed most clever. She’d ruled with him as a vassal, overseeing countless territories and treks of land filled to the brim with their kin and mortal slaves. She’d considered herself a just and fair overseer of each soft skinned creature as if they were her own treasure. Never did she kill needlessly or devour them on a whim, not like the other of her brothers and sisters of her kind. For her loyalty her father had granted her the ability of foresight. The ability to peer into the future, see what would or wouldn’t be, guide her actions to get the better of others who sought her ill.

Countless times such a power proved most fortuitous. Helped maintain her territory with a protective claw. For how could one defeat a being that could predict your every move? Though in time such a question started to get murkier. Rebellions rose across the land. Mortals that had been held under claw resisted. Not just by themselves but aided by factions of her kind. It was a new status quo they wanted. One without draconic tyranny. At first Ossai had scoffed at such an idea, seeing their plight as some misguided dream. One that would end in obvious failure. Her father was the descendant of the dragon goddess Bahamut, and none could hope to stand against such power. But something appeared to the patient dragoness. A vision of the world encased in fire. Lands lay shattered and broken, fields barren and littered with the bones of the living. Mountains once teeming with life collapsing on themselves, forests ablaze, scores of dead. This conflict would bring about the end of all things.

At first, she thought it to be wrong. It just had to be. She tried to rid herself of the vision but still it persisted. Various methods she did try to influence it, but it always ended the same. Bahamut granting her platinum scaled aid not to her descendants, but to the rebellious mortals and dragons. Though despite their godly ally, the world would still be left in ruins. What would be left to rule then?

It was then that Ossai chose to seek her out, offer her services to the mercury eyed dragon. Be on the right side of the coming conflict, carve out a section of power for herself. Though despite her aid her father and his most trusted dragons would not go quietly. Their power was still much too strong. Thus, she helped create the dragon orbs. Little magical spheres that could entrap the souls of dragons. Hiding their souls away so none could find them. General after general fell to Bahamut, Ossai and their orbs. The emperor though had one final trick up his scales.

He’d laid broken and beaten on the field of battle. His golden eyes glaring at the being he called his mother. Bahamut had towered over him, poised to deal the final blow but hesitated. He was her son. But that didn’t stop him in the slightest. He enacted a wicked spell that shattered the dragoness before everyone else, scattering her soul into fragments across the land. Somehow, her father had gone against the visions that showed Bahamut victorious. As the golden beast cackled at his wicked ploy, Ossai continued along her path, binding his soul to the final orb like all the rest. His final look upon the spell’s completion was the worst of all. Not one of anger or malevolence, but one of pity and sorrow.

In time she instructed the forces of Bahamut to build temples to protect the orbs. Placing protective measures to keep inquisitive noses out of it. For if the orbs were cracked, her father would be free. Free to return and enact his will. Return the world back to the way it was. She made certain that both mortals and dragons were needed to break into such temples. That way no one species could bring about her father’s return. Despite her goodwill and her plans, she too was betrayed from within. A final tomb was made for an orb yet unmade, and it was to be for her. Bahamut’s allies were not so forgiving for her father’s actions, and instead took their vengeance on her. If only she’d realized it sooner.

With a final hiss she’d been ripped from her body, sent spiraling through the air into an orb of solid emerald. The chanting of dragons and mortals her final song to this endless black. Daughter of the emperor was sealed away, buried within a temple with dangerous traps. Lost to time like the forces of order willed it. Just another general of an evil dragon, that heroes rallied to defeat.

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Then there was blinding light to cast away the inky void like a spear. The dragoness winced, suddenly caught within a grand storm of colors. Vibrant reds, blues, yellows, oranges, all of them swirled around her in an explosion of color. Then came white, flowing around and into her, replacing seemingly every thought. Pain started to rise within her. Dull at first, like a worn stone, but then quickly shifting to the bladed edge of a spear. Her ears rang with a thousand bells, lungs filling with stale air that smelled of old stone mixed with a metallic tang. Images of humans and other mortals flashed before her eyes, seemingly all at once. Places she’d never seen, skies all familiar but not at the same time. She yelled as it seemed to twist around her, becoming part of who she was. Pain spread about her like an unchecked plague, reminding her yet that she lived. She cackled with a voice not her own, a feminine one, raspy, like it hardly spoke a word.

“I’m free!”

Hard, smooth stone. That is what she felt below her. Ossai blinked her new eyes, blurry though her vision was she could make out the stone chamber around her. Shapes of all sizes clung to the corners of this grand room, getting clearer and clearer with every blink. First came the stone vases, then the sealed sarcophagi, pillars that spread out toward the ceiling like a forest, and finally the human corpses all smeared in their own blood. One among the rest carried a torch within his twitching hand, it’s flame slowly flickering out, just like it’s owner. Slowly she rose with wobbly legs. She shook her head, taking a first step and stumbling to the floor. Olive colored hands flung out to save her, cushioning her impact to the hard stone.

Hands? Ossai ignored the concern of the dead bodies to focus on her five fingered digits, quivering before her eyes. This wasn’t her draconic body! These weren’t the claws covered in green scales that she was used to! She glanced down to see her skin was not adorned in any clothing, only adorned in runes of black that were tattooed to her skin. She was female if she had any guess by her breasts and rounder hips.

“A…..human…body?” She mouthed the words hesitantly with chapped lips. She reached around to pat the rest of her, realizing that she was almost bone thin, like she’d been malnourished. When she got to the top of her head her ears turned out to be pointed, her chin fair and pointed. No not human, but an elf.

But how? She went to rise but stumbled again. She cursed herself with gritted teeth, ignoring how her shin had struck the stone like a sledgehammer.

Stupid two legs.

Why the gods had not decided to give them four was beyond her. It was so much easier that way. Most other things had at least four. With a relaxing breath she crawled to the scene of red gore and blank faces. Where the bearded men had met their grizzly end.

One among the gambeson clad men was one adorned in orange robes gilded with golden threads, thick purple lines traced the edges. Potions and scrolls were latched to his belt by tiny threads, some even had weapons that lay within sheaths undrawn. Whatever had killed them had been swift and brutal, hardly leaving a mark on them. Only a single deep cut around their necks, a valley of crimson gore, pooling upon the stone.

“Well…enough time as an elf I think.” She focused on what magical strength she knew how to wield. Shifting one’s form wasn’t uncommon among her people. Especially to see what other animals were like. All one had to do was the proper movements and focus, let the energy guide about your body. Weaker souls might not be able to do it, but she was hardly that. She did the required focus, moved her hand in the way she was supposed to, but nothing happened. Not a single flicker of magic was summoned up from within.

What trickery is this?

Her eyes widened as she repeated the motions, this time with a tad more urgency. Nothing. It was like a dam had been placed on her soul, stopping the magic from flowing. As she shakily rose to full height she cursed. Of course there would be more complications. Her brow stitched together as she stared at the brutal carnage of the humans. She was stuck. Stuck within this weak and frail form. No magic to call upon, at least in the meanwhile. Until she found a way to escape it.

‘Stupid…..Stupid…Stupid.” She approached the humans, kneeling to sift through their pockets and things for anything useful. She relieved them of a leather pack that’d survived undamaged, filled with sullied scrolls and broken potion bottles within. The only things that hadn’t been broken or ruined were a roll of rope and a journal in a language she didn’t understand. But the questions prominent on her mind was where she was, and where she was going to go. She stashed the journal in the pack with an irritable grumble. She’d made sure to understand all the mortal tongues. What was this one she didn’t know? She was going to have to get to the bottom of this. Find out where exactly she’d ended up. Get even with those two dragons and their human cohorts that’d stabbed her in the back. But first she needed to get out.

Luckily this form could see in the dark, as the man’s torch from earlier had gone out. She followed a wind’s whine as it echoed through the temple’s walls. The place was decorated like the temples she’d helped create. Large carvings of bowing mortals below the orbs, showing the souls of the dragon emperor’s children being sucked within. She scowled at such a picture. If only she’d been aware that they were going to be used on her. That’s what she got for trusting the “good” dragons. By the time she was emerging to the vine covered entrance, she was cursing, shielding her eyes as the sun shown daggers into her eyes.

Scores of oaks, pines and various other trees were spread out before her like a wall. Round and round their roots sprouted from the ground like wooden snakes, begging to catch feet unaware. Yellow flowers burst about the base of such trees, joining the moss that clung to their bark. The forest enchanted her first image with sounds of birds singing, insects humming, and the ever faint whisper of the wind ruffling the leaves. She tasted lavender in the air as she took her first step, the sun’s warmth an enchanting thing on her olive skin. No dragons to see, no armies of mortals to greet her. It was a picture of peace. Now wasn’t that odd.

She turned around to bear witness to a temple bearing the same design she’d helped create. A towering thing with doors meant for dragons, all draped in moss and vines. Large sections of stone had collapsed into the broken earth, looking more like ruins than a proper kept tomb. The thought made her eyes widen as she lingered on the ruins for a tad longer.

How long has it been?

She had the tingling suspicion that it wasn’t just for a short amount of time. Things just didn’t crumble away like that after a few years. But what happened?

“Woah there lady.” Came a gruff voice, cutting through her scattered thoughts. “What happened to the others?” She turned to see a scratchy bearded man, holding a crossbow at the ready with trembling hands. His eyes were wide, traveling from her feet to her head. “And why you covered in blood?”

She peered down at her hands. It did appear while walking around them and sifting through pockets had picked up some dried gore. Well this was going to complicate things a tad now wasn’t it? Especially with the way this man shook. Though by her accounts he was larger than her. In muscles and in height. He wore nothing but a sweat soaked gambeson, trousers of grey, and leather boots all scratched and stitched as though they were sewn together at least a dozen times.

“Well? Ya mute?”

Well she understood him. That was the good news of the minute. The dialect may have been off but she certainly recognized the words. It was common tongue, known to most humans and beings. Scared if she had to guess. “The humans inside? They’re dead.”

“Well damn!” The man’s mouth fell open, “You talk! I’d thought you wus mute!”

“Of course I talk.” Her nose wrinkled as the man didn’t relinquish the shaky grip on his weapon. She glared at his stained woolen tunic, and his scruffy beard. “Have you not evolved the ability to speak?”

“Not that! You is a bonded! They don’t talk lady!”

She took a tentative step, he waved his weapon at her signaling her to stop. “Then why did you ask me the question then?”

“Scared! Don’t you see the blood on you?”

“Yes. It’s not mine.”

“That isn’t comforting!” He shook his weapon at her, taking a step back himself into the grass.

Right. “If you could take me to your nearest dragon lord I can explain everything that’s been happening.”

“Dragon who sits?” The man’s brow rose as his weapon fell.

Oh great. She was dealing with a moron.

“What you mean dragon lord? We don’t got any!”

“Not any?” She froze. How was that possible? Surely there would still be some lordly dragons around right? Some scale clad brethren holding land somewhere of value. “How is that possible? Surely there must be one around.”

“Least not these parts lady. Must have hit your head something awful. And where’s your master? The one holding your leash so to speak?”

Was that the man in there? The one with the orange robes gilded with all manner of golden threads? “My what?” She snarled, “Who do you take me for? Having a master? I am no slave child.”

“But you a bonded. Bonded have masters. That’s who controls their magic. Don’t tell me he was one of the dead ones back there?” The scruffy man pointed behind her. “You kill them?”

“No.” She hissed, wary eyeing the sharpened bolt still loaded in his weapon. Normally such a thing wouldn’t give her pause, bright emerald scales to take the arrows bite. But within this fleshy form such a thing could end her. She didn’t relish the thought of finding out what would happen to her if her body perished. Though, how did she escape the orb? They were meant to last forever. Concerning thoughts for perhaps another time when she didn’t have a man holding her at weapon point.

“Then what happened?” His voice cracked, eyes darting back to the entrance. “Was it monsters? Some eldritch horror with tiny tentacles that travel around your butt?”

“Good gods no.” She gagged at the image. “What sort of things have you been listening to?”

“Listen lady. I’ve actually heard of stranger things. Butt tentacles are the least harmful thing I’ve heard of. There was this awful parasite few years back that crawls down your throa-“

She waved off his story. “Another time to entertain me with your grotesque story. In the short end I didn’t do nary a thing to my master and that of the people with him. When I woke my head was pounding and they were dead, surrounded in a pool of their own blood.” She turned around to peer at the entrance, putting on an act as if she were scared. “Was horribly frightful. I wouldn’t want to see it again.”

“Makes sense.” The man shouldered his weapon. “Can you take me to them then? Say some words for the departed and all.”

“Do I have to? It was as I said.” She pretended to gulp. “Dreadful.”

He sighed, taking a few steps towards her. “I understand miss. But they must have some words said. Plus…If they aren’t going to be using their loot.” He grinned, showing off all his teeth. “Might as well give it to someone who will.”

Evidently there was no honor among the dead. Or at least with this man. But when she hesitated, he flashed her the weapon with a smile. Clearly, she was at the disadvantage. She complied, leading the hesitant man back through the maze of stone to his very deceased friends. His pathetic whines fell upon her uncaring ears at each intersection she helped navigate him through. She’d seen plenty of dead mortals in her time. Not to mention dragons that had been felled low by her claws. What was one dead body from another? When they finally came to the room he collapsed, crossbow clanging to the ground out of shock. Apparently, he hadn’t seen to many bodies.

“Oh god.” The man collapsed, face scrunching up. Ossai regarded him with a tad amount of pity. While they had no emotional attachment to her, they certainly did for him. Or at least she thought they did. For he started bursting out laughing in the next second. “Good fer nothing. Knew it was a bad idea to follow a magister. Take that you blighted arse! Look where you ended up!” The man stood, thrusting a finger as if it were a dagger. “Should have listened to me you swine!”

“Ahem.” She coughed into her palm, certain she did that right. “I have completed my end of the bargain. I need a way to remove these runes.” She gestured to the runes covering her body. Already she could feel a bile build in her throat at them. When the man just turned to her with a raised brow she nearly snapped at him. Though she kept her calm. “What’s the matter human? Is it odd that I’d not like to remain a slave?”

“Yea, yea. I got you.” He waved off her concern, wiping the tears from his eyes. Though they widened when he caught sight of the orange robed man. “Well shite. I forgot about that.” His hands went to his face, fingers rapidly tapping at his lips as the man bit it.

“Well?”

“I’m thinking I’m thinking!” Again he waved her off, warning her to not get closer. “I still don’t trust ya.” But then she stared at him and he tossed her a sheathed dagger plucked from one of the corpses. “Here. Take what you need from this lot. After I get a look.” He crouched low, cutting all their coin purses and sifting through their bags for any valuable items. He plucked a golden chalice, a stone idol in the shape of a wiggling snake, and a preserved miniature bone harp. Though she took note he avoided the orange robed man.

“Why not loot him? Surely he would have the most valuable stuff?”

“Probably. But I don’t want to get caught with a magister’s stuff.” The man chuckled. “Good way to end up bound and hung. I not so good with words, and I don’t want to explain how one of them finger wigglers got killt on my watch.”

“Just tell them the truth.” Her arms crossed. When she took a step he waved her back.

“I said wait your turn. And like I’d go doin that.” He scoffed at her idea. “Crazy slave lady.” He grumbled underneath his breath. He perked up as he rummaged through another sack, gathering together some garments and throwing them to her arms. “Here, put these on. Cover your markings. Hide what ya are.”

Ossai pulled back the pea colored woolen vest, and the vomit brown stained trousers. They seemed to be held together with patchwork stitching. Like it was made from multiple squares instead of simply longer ones.

“You expect me to wear these?”

“If you don’t want to be caught and taken away in chains? Yea.”

“Thanks.” She grumbled, slipping her legs into the trousers. “..um..” She gestured for his name.

“No names.” He hissed, tossing the last bag to the ground. “I don’t want them following me. You don’t want them following you.” He turned to her with a hardened look. “Now you head east of here. You go your way I go mine. There’s a town not to far. Called Steer’s crossing. Lots of farmers there liked the cows, don’t go questioning me on the name.”

“I wasn’t asking.” She hissed, slipping on the vest. Both her garments were loose fitting, but a simple sash plucked from one of the dead men resolved that problem.

“Good. Now you might find some folks there that can help. Just remember to avoid the magisters.” He flicked a bony finger up and down from her head to her feet. “They won’t think twice bout turning you back to slave. Less you into that sort of thing.”

“And why not return me if I’m so valuable?” She eyed him suspiciously. “You seem the sort out for coin no matter where it comes from.”

“Thought about it. Not worth the neck ache.” Man shrugged. “I’d have to explain the dead magister.” He gulped, face shriveling as he imagined the action. “I’d not like to end up decorating a tree with me good looks. Also my neck is rather allergic to ropes.”

“Lucky me.”

“Exactly!” The man laughed, “Now you’re thinkin. Keep that up and you’ll do alright.”

When the man gave her permission, she dug through the rest of the gathered things. Especially that of the magister. She got an odd look and a warning, but she ignored it. He had lots of coin, and she imagined that it would be useful in the road ahead. Mortals if she remembered could be swayed with it. They at least shared that trait with dragons. She procured a map of the surrounding area, to which she asked about. The man explained they were in a forest known to others as the forest of gadaria. A place on the border of the kingdom of Thrustam to the west and the kingdom of Lumara to the east. She rolled up the parchment, taking note of all the other kingdoms scattered around the color-coded map. “And which ones are dragons?”

“Dragon kingdoms?” The man laughed as they made their way back to the entrance. “None. Most of those are humans. Think there might be an elf one or two. Not entirely sure. Maybe by the coast.”

“Fascinating.” She maintained a calm face, despite the urge to grind her teeth. No dragon kingdoms? What had happened in the time she was gone? She’d have to get to the bottom of this. But first, getting free of this elven prison she inhabited.

“I know! Really boggles the mind. You ask me those leaf munchers are going to be overtaken one day. Mark my words.”

“So, Steer’s Crossing?” She asked as they emerged into the light, shielding her eyes from the sun. She’d rather not hear about another race that humans would overcome. The darker part of her mind suggested they’d done the same to dragons. Toppled and scattered the would-be lords of the world. She shook her head. Surely, they hadn’t done that. Not after they’d worked together to defeat her father. What kind of ally would destroy something that helped them?

“No names.” He hissed at her, returning to where she found him. “And no following. I don’t want none of them magister bastards on my tail.”

“Don’t worry.” She scowled. “I won’t even remember you.”

“Good plan!”

She pulled out her makeshift map, finding the town marked with an X. At least she had a destination in mind now. With a heavy sigh she took her first steps into the forest and onto the road of her adventure.

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Elves just like humans had soft claws. Easily bruised or stabbed into by the slightest sharpened rock or twig. The least useful claws she’d ever seen. They didn’t even a long talon to scratch or cut, nor adequate teeth to defend themselves. No wonder they needed tools of sharpened wood and stone. They were practically helpless! Like tiny wrymlings! How they’d done anything was beyond her.

“Stupid claws!” She hissed jabbing her claw onto yet another jagged point, hopping onto one leg. With shaky breath she waited for the ache to subside, weakly limping through the underbrush with a curse.

Multitude of green fauna surrounded her. Some prickly with multiple thorns, others that curled around trees like a form fitting dress. Others dangled just above her head with purple, waxy leaves, she avoided those as they moved softly without a breeze to guide them. Roots had sought to trip her when she wasn’t watchful, mindful of any loud noise of rustling bush that tickled her ears and bid her to jump.

“Stupid instinct.” She cursed herself more than once at such an action. How non befitting a dragon this was to be. To be trapped within such a useless body. One without defenses and jumped at every sudden noise. One that ached from not even a full day of travel! Clearly this was the work of the slave creature, and hopefully not of mortals in general. Not that it helped her.

Though she complained and spit on her form, the forest still was lovely as she remembered them. For oaks, birch, mahogany, pines, and many others dotted the landscape for as far as she could see. Robins flew overhead, dancing and weaving their ways through the numerous branches with pleasing chirps. Once or twice she’d caught the slow-moving form of a deer or three, perking their heads to quickly check their surroundings for predators. She’d have loved to hunt such creatures and tear into them for her meal, but her aching limbs reminded her of just how feeble she was.

“Can’t even do that right.” She groaned with gritted teeth, glaring at the path she made for herself. One untamed and unburdened by the travel of mortal feet. She’d passed a river’s edge that was adorned with thick reeds and grass, the trees that had been so plentiful had started to recede and fade. She spied several stump-like houses in the distance, thatch roofs peaking above the wall that protected them from any wayward bandits. She scowled at the sun as it had begun it’s wayward trip toward the horizon, casting the trees around her in an red-orange glow. One where the entire sky looked to be ablaze. Crimson Sky her father had called it, the omen of something great. Hopefully her salvation resided here within these mortal huts.

She went to take the next step across the river, freezing as she got a good look of the sky. Long flowing clouds spread across it, like winding snakes swimming through a crimson sea. The breeze would blow to guide them along, tickling at what exposed flesh she had. How empty it was. To lack any dragons flying high within its splendor. When she was unbound by the orb that was such a rare thing. On a day of mourning or celebration, but even then, you could count on a single claw the dragons that flew. But to have none in sight? That was a spine-tingling omen. One that licked Ossai’s spine with an icy tongue. If only she had her own wings, she could pounce up there, look for miles for her missing kin.

Smoke spires pulled her attention from the empty sky, of fires lit by humans for light or their evening meals. Something else they at least shared with dragons. Hugging tight her vest at another gust of wind, the once dragoness carried onto the village gates. One that whispered in her ears the promise of rest, and maybe something to protect her feet from the harshness of the countryside.

Before the town was a towering gate of weathered wooden planks, at least towering for humans. On either side were portly men with red cheeks, smelling more like distillerys then proper guards. They wore wool gambesons that were stained with sweat, displaying the stitched picture of a bull’s head on the right breast. They had thick beards, square jaws, and a glazed over look that only reinforced the notion they were not at full faculties. Spears were held within loose fists as they laughed with bouncing bellie. Amber eyes lit up with warmth as she approached with a composed form.

“Well. What can we do for a pretty thing like yourself?” One man clapped the other on the shoulder.

“Not a thing Jeff, look. She’s an elf!” The other one gasped.

“Oh right.” The first bowed his head. “Didn’t mean nothing by it miss. Just we don’t get your kind round here.”

“Don’t tell her that! She might not want to come in now!” The other guard hissed, smacking the first upside the head.

“Sorry!”

“Don’t mind him my good lady. We are always grateful to have travelers around these parts.”

She rolled her eyes as the guards struggled to keep their footing. Though she smiled as she told them about her long travel on foot, only needing a place to rest. “I have ample coin if they need it.” She jangled a sack full of coins.

“Well. How can we say no to that?” The first backhanded the second one’s chest. “And by golly. That’s a lot of coin. Shops going to love that!”

“I can see it now. Ole marcy’s going to get all lubed up over the sight of so much-“

The first guard back handed the first one. “Not that kind of talk in front of a lady….” He stopped, eyebrow risen. “That a thing in elven culture miss?”

She rolled her eyes and nodded. “Sure. Why not.”

“See? Don’t go being crude in front of the lady folk!”

“Sorry again miss. Minds be clouded. How bout we just open the gate for ya?” The second guard spun round, knocking heavily at the gate. “Well come on ya git, open the door for the nice lady. She gonna help fill our-“ He turned to her with a sense of seriousness. “You are going to be spending some coin right?”

To appease the man she simply nodded. She was at least going to get something for her feet. Maybe a better fitting vest. One that wasn’t stained and ragged of all things.

“See? She’s gonna spend coin! Open up!”

The gate parted with a sudden crack, the two guards swishing their hands down to open. Like they were showing off a coming play. “Welcome to Steer’s crossing miss. Where everyone welcomes everyone.”

“How about the orcs jeff? The ones who do the pillaging?”

“Well course not them.” Jeff scrunched up his nose.

“We don’t welcome everyone, then do we?”

“Shush your trap Odis. You’re ruining the gravitas of the place. The awe.”

“Oh right.”

Ossai just rolled her eyes. She couldn’t believe this had worked. She half expected to explain far longer why she needed to enter the place.

“If you be wanting a room for the night. Might I suggest the Shamblin pony! It’s a good place, quaint, small, quiet. It’s round the bend here and next to an oak in the shape of this ones mother.”

“Hey!”

“Well its true!”

She nodded, leaving the two men to bicker about the appearances of their mothers. The buildings that followed the well-trodden path were simple to say the least. Off-white walls, patches of brown, windows with wooden shutters. There weren’t too many to trouble her, but enough to know a sizable town was here. There were several wells for water, horses tied to beams in the street, and many friendly faces that waved her along. Lanterns were already lit on nearly places, ready to fight off the darkness that was quickly approaching.

 Long shadows covered the ground, swallowing whole sections of earth She found the place they mentioned with little trouble, it was like the path led directly towards it. Of all the buildings it was an inverse of color, with a towering chimney jutting from several of it’s roofs. Small he said, but it was nothing of the sort. It could easily have fit three or four of the homes she’d seen into it. The wood itself had shapes carved into it. Crude bulls and horses along every beam. It looked like someone had started to paint a picture of humans smiling and posing but stopped mid-way through on the furthest corner. From the main double door there was a simple wooden sign, hanging from two thick iron chains. It had the picture of a horse like man, holding a bottle of booze in his hoof like fingers. Bubbles rose from his snout, the caricature winking. Golden letters in thick font were drawn around him, announcing the name proper.

By this point the sun had nearly vanished, the waves she got having vanished. People had retired to their homes for reading, dinner, or possibly even slumber. The chilly air was filled with the whistling wind, and the chatting of people just beyond the tavern door. Her skin shivered, begging her for the warmth of a fire that was sure to be inside. So, she scurried up its wooden steps, grabbed firm the iron knob and pulled the door open. Immediately she was caressed with the warmth inside, curling around every one of her limbs like a tender lover. She slipped inside, shut the door, and sighed in relief.

With the heat came the bitter smell of booze and ale that had been soaked into wood for far too long. Burning timbers laced every scent, mixing with the menagerie aura of spices and roasted meat. Coverings of various woodland animals dotted the low hanging beams, thick pelts from successful hunters. Candles littered the corners and the numerous tables, assisting the fireplace in painting the place with a fiery aura. Tankards clinked as two humans with long mustaches celebrated something before taking long swigs.

From all the tables and chairs there was one long bar, with a scrawny looking human woman clad in a dark brown tunic with grey stitches. Her raven hair was swept to the back of her in braids. She descended upon a table filled with red cheeked men, handing out drinks like prizes. They cheered her name, whistled, and she snapped back with a smile.

“Who wanted the oaf?” She called back, getting a chorus of throaty chuckles and calls for the steaming meat.

“She isn’t kidding their boys.” From the kitchen doors came a portly looking anthromorphic cat man. His mahogany fur having lightish brown spots. His shirt was ruffled and torn, not to mention stained from all manner of drinks and oils. When he pointed to a table of exceptionally giggling men he waddled to a keg behind the bar, grabbing one of the numerous tankards and starting to fill the thing with a thick, brown liquid from within.

As the door shut behind Ossai, the good cheer suddenly froze. Every face was quickly upon her, silence suddenly striking the place. It was then that it occurred to her how she looked. Smeared in sweat and blood, dirt and grass stains. Not to mention she had no shoes to speak of. That was before she noticed that not a single elf was counting among their number, not even a half-elf gracing their halls. The guards were not kidding, and the silence was only making her uneasiness grow.

It was the raven-haired human to break the silence. She wiped her cheek with a smile, claiming that Ossai was no worse than that lunatic wolven that came in ranting of a giant magical house that chased him for miles. There was a murmur of agreements, some clinking of tankards, and a sudden standoffish atmosphere was swept under the proverbial rug.

“Well what brings ya to the prancing pony? Traveling?” The girl practically swooped in, curling an arm around Ossai’s shoulders and starting to drag her towards the bar. “Course I bet you had a whole mess of bad luck. On account of your shoes an all. Always can tell what kind of trouble folk get into on account of their shoes.”

“But what of me Mira?” The cat man chuckled, handing two burly looking woman their drinks. He pulled up a white handkerchief that was clinging to his sullied apron. “I haven’t got any shoes if you recall.”

“Ya but youse got paws.” The woman snorted, pulling Ossai to the bar. “That doesn’t count in the slightest.”

“What makes you think I had trouble?” Ossai freed herself from the woman’s arm. There was a moment between them as she stared deeply into the woman’s friendly green eyes. “And unhand me. No one touches me.”

“Oh sorry miss.” Mira bowed her head, “Folks round these parts are awfully friendly. Always forgetin folks don’t like to be touched.”

“Speak for yourself. I don’t mind a fair bit of touchin.” The cat wiggled his brow, earning himself a rag plucked off the table by Mira and tossed onto his face.

“No one be touching you Augustus.” Mira chuckled, flicking her finger to Ossai’s dirt covered feet. “Boots get stolen by some wandering thugs? You got to beat the rest with a makeshift club. We’ve all been there trust me.”

My aren’t these humans inquisitive.

“Yes…Yes it was.” She said sternly, absentmindedly taking a seat that was offered by the bar. It was exquisite to finally be free of her aching feet, and the fuzziness about her legs. She simply sighed and settled into the off-white cushioned chair. “And no. I didn’t have to fend of bandits.”

“And you speak funny.” The girl chuckled, snapping at Augustus to fetch the lady some water and some of the evening’s meal. “You from up north?”

“I’m..” Ossai tapped her finger across the smooth bar. “Not from around here. Not exactly sure in relation.”

“Oh and you’re confused as well. Sure we ain’t sisters?”

“Positive.”

“Well let me help you out much as I can.” Mira smiled, telling Ossai to wait one moment while she went about cleaning up a spill from a pair of unruly patrons. The girl chastised the fellows like a pair of unruly children, and they cowered just as such. The dragoness just watched in amusement, nearly smiling until Mira had returned. “Just ask away and I’ll answer.”

So, the dragoness asked her questions. Not starting with about the runes. She learned that Steer’s crossing was just over the border into a human kingdom called Lumara. And it unlike the others was ruled over by a sect of wizards called the Magisters. There was one among them that ruled above the rest, one supreme mage that helped keep the others in check. They controlled magic around the kingdom, ensuring that none could cast without their say so. Those that they found to be detriments to their order were bound and shackled, runes applied to their skin and made into magical weapons.

“They called bonded.” Mira had sighed, “Terrible thing really. Not to mention the guards and such that work for em. Practical thieves and mercenaries.” She sighed, starting to clean a tankard. “Course they help against the monsters and undead and such. Can’t be all bad if they do that. Even the king and queen won’t make a move against them. Like how they shower them with magic too much.” Mira had scowled at that, looking like she’d have wanted to punch the man himself. Several patrons had even grabbed their drinks and moved away, grumbling about the magisters and their protections. “But they’s the king and queen. Who am I that I get to question their divine authority to rule right?”

“No human ever had that right.” Ossai quickly added before the girl had gone into the healthiness of their crops, the good taste of corn, and how she could brew a mighty ale that would knock the socks off an octopus.

“If they did wear socks that was….Point was they wore eight.” The girl blushed at Ossai’s raised brow. Though she wasn’t focused on her ramblings, it was the mages that drew her interest.

The magisters sounded more like the dragons of her time. Tyrants over the lesser folk. Divinely chosen to wield their might over mortal kind. Ridiculous at it sounded to hear it coming from a human here it was. The spirit of her father’s ideals living on in that of what he deemed lesser. She wondered if he would have been proud. Or simply enraged that any human shared anything he deemed valuable with him.

“Girl you best not speak too ill of them.” One man whispered over his drink. “You know what their thugs will do if they hear you speak like that.”

“Yea, but I don’t see any of the orange badge wearing goons in here John. So, you mind your drink and I’ll focus on what comes out of my mouth thank you very much.”

Augustus returned with a wooden tray of food, brimming with fruit and veggies. Not to mention some cheeses that were diced and sectioned in the corner of the square plate. “What about things going into poor Mira’s mouth?” He gave a lewd smirk, accompanied by a twitching ear. He had to duck when Mira swished over, almost swatting him on the head with the back of her hand. “Watch the food lady! Else I’m going to be spilling it all over ya.”

“Serves you right for all this lewd talk comin out of ya. Been sippin on the ale tonight?”

“Perhaps.” He said one of his whiskers twitching, setting the plate in front of Ossai with a grin. “Here ya are….what was your name again? We never did catch it.”

“And I almost forgot.” Mira chuckled and smacked her forehead. “You even have coin to be payin for this stuff? I mean its fine if you don’t. We can leave the fire goin and you can sleep in the hall.” Mira thumbed at her chest. “Never leave people out in the cold. That was my daddy’s saying something fierce.”

The kindness surprised her, but not to stop the finger to her slender chin. “Names….” She paused. Something she wasn’t used to givingg about. Dragons were not supposed to give out their names to mortals. They hardly lived long enough to treasure it anyway. Dragons gave titles and other things so that humans and their kind could spread stories and legends in the dragon’s names. Or possible tales of warning. It was then she realized that she’d been quiet to long.

“You do have a name right?”

“Course I have a name.” She sneered. “It’s Aelen.” She nodded as the name of one of her servants rolled off the tongue. “Aelen Starflower. And I do have coin.” She plucked from her swiped pack a coin purse. One brimming with platinum coins. When she plucked out three and shown them to the tavern workers, they practically fell back gasping.

“You never mentioned we had practical royalty in here!” Augustus nervously snapped to Mira. “I’d have never been making all the lewd comments.

“So, they were lewd!” Mira smacked him with a rag. “I knew it!”

“You’re easy to be lewd to!” Augustus shied away, holding up his hands. “But quick calm yourself in front of the nice lady! Else she won’t be spendin the coin here!”

Mira grumbled, wiping her uniform and composing herself with a smile.

“Its really fine girl.” Ossai straightened her back. “You can go back to assaulting the male after my meal.”

“Oh, I shall.” She smirked. “But damn. You never mentioned you had that amount of coin.”

“This is a lot to you monkeys?” The one dragoness turned over one of the platinum coins, admiring the gryphon that seemed to be stamped into its surface.

“That there was three hundred gold you have in your hands. Most folk never see that much!”

She dug through the coin purse. Finding at least a dozen other coins of that variety. It would appear the magister she’d plucked this from had been quite the wealthy man indeed. “Then It would appear I will be needing a room for the night.” She looked at her ragged clothes. “A new set of these woven clothes. My skin shivers something awful at the mere whisper of the wind. And with my feet how they ache I will no doubt be in need of a pair of-“

“And boots!”

“Yes.” She grumbled, peering at her sullied feet. “I will be needing a pair of those. And how much would a room be?”

“We can’t go making change.” Augustus approached, looking like he was salivating at the mere sight of the coins. “But you give us one of those coins and we’ll make sure it be like stayin in the city. You can have the whole floor, anything you want. I’ll even send Mira in to bathe you if you want.”

“Hey!”

“What? That’s what they do in the city places right? Bath houses and the such?” Augustus held up his palms. “So how that sound Aelen?”

It was all the coin she had, and this was as good of place as any. “And can you hook me up with the other things? A tailor and shop to find the other goods?” She imagined if she were to find a person to get these runes removed, she’d have to at least look presentable. Not like a wild woman that had emerged from the forest looking for blood. Humans were fickle creatures like that. Though she detested bringing herself to their level it needed to be done, especially if she wanted to be returned to her normal self. Already it had been far too long. Maybe she would find the appropriate caster among their number. Humans had to have the rudimentary talent for magic, at least these magisters seemed able to do it. “That sounds acceptable.” She passed the man the coin, already yearning for a warmed bath.

“Wonderful!” The cat’s expression lit up like the sun as he pocketed the piece of coin. ‘We’ll make sure everything gets done in the morn. Folks round here already hitting the hay, sleepin away. No shops be open at this hour that can fit your needs.”

“As I attributed.” She sighed, glancing around the dulled over faces of the patrons. Humans weren’t nocturnal. Course most dragons didn’t spend their nights still awake, save maybe the black ones. They adored the night for their hunts. Her stomach growled rather loudly, like a lion’s roar. She scowled at it, but the cat man laughed away and asked Mira to fetch some beef.

She practically leapt at the food like a ravenous dog, shoveling the contents into her open mouth. She tore into the beef with reckless abandoned, letting the juices run down her chin. The pair across from her stood shocked that a being they thought would be elegant was putting on such a bestial show.

“Would…you like a fork and knife?” Augustus laughed with a nervous flick of his ears, holding up a two pronged wooden utensil and metal knife. Ossai wiped her chin with her tongue, snatching the thing from the man’s paws.

Right. They use utensils to eat. She smiled, thanking him before returning to her meal. If but a slower pace of her eating. It just felt wrong. Like every fiber of her being was rebelling. But this was the price for blending in, she ate in silence as the pair began cleaning up the bar. Mira was the first to slide over, curious eyes practically sparkling in the firelight.

“So. What’s it like up north?” She leaned forward, flashing her eye lids. Was that a human trait to appear cuter? Ossai snorted her response before swallowing down her latest mouthful.

“The north?”

“Yes! Where you said you’re from!”

“Oh yes.” She tapped her fork against the bar, focusing on a carving of a wolf in one of the crossbeams overhead. How someone had snuck up there to do such a thing was a mystery of her. Maybe with magic? “Dragons out there.” She nodded, trying to set the girl’s curiousness to an end. She sighed, picturing her winged brethren in the sky. Everything now and then, watching the sun enrich their leathery scales. They’d roar their dominion for all to hear, their announcement touching every inch of the sky.

The girl’s response was less romantic, putting an end to her little daydream. “Sounds scary. How can you get anything done with those frightful creatures around?” Mira shivered, rubbing a stained spot with much vigor. “Most folks would be scared to death!”

“Scary?” Ossai met her gaze with a raised brow. She supposed that she and her kind instilled fear. It was something she prided herself in at times. Build into the blood they’d say. But that wasn’t all the time. Otherwise the dragons would never have recruited them as allies or became entrusted friends to some. “Dragons don’t tend to hunt humans dear.” Her nose wrinkled at the disbelief still flickering in the girl’s eyes.

“How you know what they think miss? Giant lizards with wings. I’ve known some big ones to eat folk. Why just a year back my friend’s cousin’s uncle’s nephew wandered along the wrong path of a passing gold dragon. Damn fool was snatched up faster than you could say Grashnadodnadiir.”

“Anyone could do something faster than that.” Augustus chimed in, collecting the empty mugs of patrons filing out of the place.

“Show some respect for the dead!” Mira shot back as her brows stitched together. “He was an ass, but he didn’t deserve to be ate!”

With a sigh she met the girl’s eyes, speaking plainly and calm.“Well. I haven’t known many to hunt them. I’ve been told they were quite fishy and gamey. The worst option to eat anyway. They’d be better off eating anything else.” She added a chuckle to break the girl’s hardened expression, to which it did. Now Ossai had tried mortal flesh some time ago, it was not an experience worth repeating. It lingered for days and soured almost every meal she had after. Maybe that is why dragons found it easier to side with mortals. After discovering one wasn’t food they empathized with them.

“Well even if they don’t eat you they can be big brutes! Why I heard tale of a red one once that went about burning a whole lake town till, he got his tribute.”

“And I’ve heard tales of humans sprouting wings and flying.” She countered back with a smile. “Doesn’t make all of them like that.”

“But there are folks that can do that!” Augustus started cleaning the kegs, tracing every inch of their spouts with his rag.

“But the question was it his land?” She finished up the rest of her meal, kindly thanking the girl when she took it away.

“How you figure? They don’t have land. They not kings or queens, or even lords!” He burst out laughing very much to her ire, slapping his thicker thighs as his tail thrashed in joy filled abandon.

“You realize their intelligent correct? And live longer lives?” Her voice grew tight. Like a hide pulled taught over a drum. “That those mortals might have moved in on his territory. Thus the tribute is their payment for staying on his land.”

At her sudden harshness the cat bowed his head. “Didn’t mean to disrespect your tale miss. Just saying what’s told round here. “Things might be different up north yea?”

“Indeed. For I have tales of dragons that helped mortals. Laid down their scales and gave up everything. Died to protect their charges and ensure they could prosper. So that you could have a fair shake of the tail at this world.”

“Really?” Mira leaned heavily on her palms, looking almost dreaming, eyes almost as bright as any torch. “Now if that don’t sound lovely. Better to hear those than what comes out of here right? Proper fairy tales!”

“Wasn’t there a group of fairies coming around here to tell their tales to the guards and were chased off for disturbing the good folk?”

“You know what I mean. Good stories.” Mira scowled. “Not those troublesome one’s you dolt.” She turned back to Ossai with the same expression as before. Of a wyrmling wanting to hear more stories. And in that moment Ossai had a hard time separating her from the image. One little green scaled dragon on their hinds, wiggling a tail expectantly as she resisted the urge to nuzzle and shower them with licks. Maybe this was how humans had won dragons over, by being so helpless that a protective instinct welled up inside her kin.

“Very well.” She gestured for something to drink, having a mug filled with a liquid smelling of blueberries. When she peered into the mug it looked like a rainbow had been hidden just at the bottom. She tasted it and getting a most fruity concoction that bubbled in her mouth and tickled her throat on its descent. With a slurp of her tongue she downed the thing without a thought, and Mira laughed as she refilled it.

 She told the woman tales from her time, of the grand silver dragoness Pyyrun who’d laughed and joked that she’d mated with mortals and practically loved them. Then there was Jezer the golden male who delighted in singing for the humans he called his friends. The ridiculousness though she didn’t share. A dragon being friends with such short-lived creatures? She scoffed at the very idea, but Mira looked practically enthralled by it. So, she continued, ending with the story of Arsynth, a white dragon that’d she’d almost forgotten, a friend who’d helped convince her to turn against her father.

Ossai suddenly got quiet at the mention of her name, staring deep into her remaining liquid. All gone. Friends and allies alike that she’d insisted on helping. Or at least not around here. She and her kind we’re immortal, but she got the sneaking suspicion that it had been far long ago. What once was filed with joy and warmth was suddenly icy and barren. With a heavy sigh she set down the mug, feeling rather sluggish. In fact, now that she thought of it, the entire room felt fuzzy and warm, possibly even spinning if she moved too much. What was going on?

“Here.” Mira laughed, placing a key into the wobbling Ossai’s palm. “Surprised you handled that much. Most folks can’t only handle the one!”

Realization struck her. “You drugged me. Boozed me up.”

“Was to help you relax.” The girl giggled, taking away the cup. “Nothing more. And you should only get the best. You paid for it right?”

Of course, that’s why she’d been so loose tongued.

The damn drink.

Too bad she was too wobbly and fuzzy to scowl at the lady. Well she ended up trying but it ended up being more a smile. She silently cursed herself, unable to do even that right. “How many did I devour?”

“Of the drink?”

“Yesssss.” She covered her lips as a burp shook her form.

“Four?” Mira leaned back, arms crossed. She nudged at Augustus who only laughed, confirming the number with a sip from his own mug.

“I liked the story about your dear old gran up in some place called Deet. Had plenty of banners you said?”

She didn’t remember that. “Yes.” She tried to play it casual, standing to her feet. Though as she did so the entire place spun around her. Or perhaps it was her. All she knew was that Mira rushed over to catch her in her arms.

“Woah there.” Mira laughed, settling a caring palm to Ossai’s chest. “Let’s get you to bed shall we? Don’t need the newcomer hitting their head something awful. Not for the money she sank into this place.”

August nodded, insisting to get her some extra blankets and pillows.

So, Mira led her up the stairs in the back that creaked under their weight. The railings proved to be a fortunate ally as Ossai’s legs seemed determined to send her toppling to the hard-wooden floor. They ascended to the top floor, past numerous other rooms that she figured contained travelers, course she had no proof for this but that’s what they were for right? She giggled at it, but Mira only tried to shush her, to which she snapped back with a forceful finger and a hand to her chest.

“No one tells me to SHUSH!” She covered her mouth as she suddenly yelled. Okay, maybe she needed to be a tad quieter.

Her door was a rather plain looking one. Something she’d have attributed to a human peasant if anything, but Mira insisted that it was hers. Ossai asked if there had been a mistake, but again she was met with a blushing girl. Fine, she was going to have to rough it as it were.

The room was revealed with a resounding creek, piercing through the silence like a dagger’s blade. It was of simple furnishings, of only a dresser and a single bed. Dirt colored sheets clung to the thin mattress, topped with clay blankets and pillows wrapped in the same cases with white lacing. Ossai toppled onto the bed with a sigh. She chuckled like a drunken fool about the candles covering the dresser and how they looked like a dragon who’d gotten too excited about a female.

“Like a waterfall!”

“Oh miss. I wouldn’t.” Mira’s cheeks were the brightest red as the girl insisted on tucking her in. “Perhaps I shouldn’t have kept them coming.”

“Maybe.” She flopped her head onto the pillow, already forgetting what she’d said. Something about candles and their wax? She mumbled something she was certain, but it couldn’t have been anything louder than a whisper. Mira replied with scattered words about morning errands before Ossai’s eyes practically shot down on their own accord. How nice of the humans that’d helped her tonight. Like they already knew she was a dragon!

How odd. She mumbled into her pillow as she slipped off to sleep.

* * * * * * * * * *

The first time since her orb did the darkness return for her. It wrapped around her like an inky cloak, pulling tight against her scaled chest. Haziness ran about her like an unchecked fire as the dragoness squirmed and gasped for stale air. She was back in her true form! Groggily she tried to thrash about like a wounded animal, but found herself bound as tightly as chains of the strongest steel. Panic ran amok in her chest as she failed to see anything in the endless avoid around her. Had she only dreamed about escaping her prison? Was she still doomed to be trapped here within an empty hell? She called out for help, anyone to bring her a light. She tried to ignore the chasm of dread building within her belly but it proved too great. She cried out that this was ill befitting for her. She insisted that she helped topple her father. Why was she being punished like this? Her cries turned into desperate pleas that even she would have been ashamed of to admit to anyone. But still, she made them. One after the other for someone to come save her. Anything to peel back the darkness.

As her cries waned, it was replaced with faint roars from around her. She perked up, the familiar sounds of battle making her heartbeat in her ears. There were the desperate shouts of men, the screeches of dragons, and the painful mewing of the dying. Dragon and mortal alike, their cries mixed together into a cacophony of pain and misery that dragged icy claws across her heart. Then came the crackling of fire, the charred stench of burned skin and hair that would wrinkle any muzzle and beg dragons to wretch.

“Is this what you wanted Ossai?” A low guttural voice echoed from the darkness. It freed her limbs from their paralysis but sent fear coursing through her veins. The dragoness trembled as it asked the question again. She knew that voice, it was her father.

She tried to rise to all fours within this blackened void, finding that the floor was soft and mushy. Like fruit that’d been left out too long. The sweet stench of rot rose as the darkness began to recede, fiery light revealing a terrible scene.

For there was no ground beneath her. Just one giant pile of mutilated corpses of dragon and mortal alike. Their jaws all slackened and cut, eyes dull and devoid of any life, dried blood coating grievous wounds. Spears lined them like markers for their undug graves. Banners and flags mockingly flapping in a malevolent wind. She practically screamed, trying to scamper away but found there was no where to run. For all she could see for endless miles was the same scene. Mountains and valleys of death and decay. Rivers of coagulated blood, and forests of flapping banners. Then as if to make matters worse they all began to cry and beg. Asking why it had to happen, why they were dead, and why she’d allowed this to happen. She ran until a draconic claw all rotted away snatched up her hinds, toppling Ossai to her belly.

“Is this the future you wanted? The death of dragon kind?”

“Not this! It wasn’t supposed to happen!” She cried, voice cracking as she pulled herself free. From the dead rose the stone face image of her father, his angelic like wings spreading wide. Golden scales burned with a fiery light as, eyes like molten lava settled upon her. They were not angry or vengeful, but disappointed as they took her in. He didn’t say a word as the air between them silenced. The countryside of corpses melted away into a greyish blob, leaving only his golden form statuesque before her. His feathery white wings were pinned behind him as he sat down, continuing his stare. Without thinking her neck hung, and instead of the rebellious daughter she was but a wyrmling.

“I didn’t want this to happen.” Her snout shook as the weight of her missing kin weighed heavily on her heart. The faces of the dead dragons flashing before her mind. With tears down her cheeks like rivers she collapsed to the darkened void. She covered her snout with her wings, doubting for the first time in many years the choice she made. “I’m sorry.”

* * * * * * * * * *

Ossai squirmed as the dullness of sleep lost its grip on her. The terrible visions and sounds swirling away into the pleasing warble of the morning birds, sunlight streamed through her wooden shades, gently caressing her face with warmth.

I was only dreaming? Her hand shot to her chest, had she somehow returned to her body? Hope died when she felt her breasts and soft skin. She flopped over onto the mattress, arm hanging from the side.

At least this is better than that nightmare.

She flipped again, staring at the simple ceiling, watching the shapes that formed their from the morning light. She’d rather be stuck in a mortal body than be banished to that realm of nonbeing for the rest of eternity. She shivered as her vision replayed itself in her mind. Her father’s eyes prominently coming to the forefront.

Much better.

How long had she slept? She sat up with her legs dangling from the bed, a yawn stretching apart her jaws. Eyelids fluttered like a moth’s wings as she swept away her grogginess with her rubbing fingers. Then came the dull ache, like her head was collapsing in on itself.

“Ugh.” She groaned, rubbing at her temples as the final stab of drink got to her. This would have never happened if she was in her true form. It would taken much more to have any effect on her. Something she’d done in the past, just not on every occasion. “Curse that drink and curse the woman for letting me drink it.” She wobbled to her feet, fighting the spinning of the room around her. That was till another yawn was summoned forth, and the rotating room had ceased it’s wild spinning.

“Miss you up?” Came Mira’s voice from the other side of the door, paired with a series of knocks. Due to the hangover or the girl having clubs for hands Ossai folded over and clutched at her throbbing head.

“Yes! No thanks to you.” She hissed, “Why are earth are you here?”

“You wanted a bath drawn for you in the morning! Remember? Augustus tried to get whatever you wanted. You had the coin. He suggested a bath and you said yes!”

Right. The bath.  She steadied her nerves, taking a long drag of the air.  She went about stretching her limbs, still sore from the other day. She could feel their sluggishness as she wiggled her fingers, frowning as they weren’t her claws. A bath could help with this ache and grime. “Fine. I will accept your bath human. Just give me a moment, I’m getting…”

“What? Dressed? Dressed into what?” She laughed, “Unless you were hiding anything else under your robes I doubt you have anything miss.”

Ossai flung open the door with a snarl. Plan to tongue lash this girl for her jovial way of talking to her. Like she was mocking her. Her, the daughter of the dragon emperor. But she was met with such a disarming smile from the girl she lost all her bluster faster than she could blink.

“Here miss.” Mira shoved a dark brown towel into her hands with a nod. “You can follow me now. Hope the drink went and pissed off. You downed it like a fish needs water!” She was wearing a simple linen vest like a frill around the collar and buttons down to her waist. Comfortable trousers were worn with a single leather belt to keep them up. “Well come on then. The waters getting cold. Best baths are warm.” Mira waved her along with a smile, leading the speechless Ossai along like a puppy by a leash. “Yup. Waters warmer than a gryphon’s feathers if you get my meaning. And don’t mind the phrase.”

“I wont.” She waved it off, the girl’s giggling and blushing cheeks. She was brought to a room larger than even her room had been. In its center was a round wooden tub, filled with steaming water and topped with a healthy amount of soapy suds. Around was a cabinet for towels and brushes for washing. Her first breath was filled with the heavy aroma of flowers, disarming any lingering resentment that might have built for the girl’s common attitude towards her. “It looks…adequate.” She tried to hide her gratitude for it with a stern look. One she hoped was able to be conveyed with the elven brow. She undressed without a care before the girl, ignoring the sudden flushing of her cheeks. Nakedness was something alien to her. Dragon’s didn’t wear clothes, and the shyness that mortals attributed to having without them was rather silly. To be ashamed of one’s body? She laughed at the idea, regarding the girl’s sudden flushness as an amusement.

“Have you not seen the female form?” She slipped into the warm waters, pleasure weaving its way into her bones. Heat and warmth spreading around her insides to caress her soul in blissful waves. She sighed, sinking back until but her head was cresting above the sinfully pleasurable waters.

“Of course I have!” Mira countered, waving her hands like it wasn’t a big deal. But Ossai chuckled into the soap suds as the girl’s cheeks had only gotten redder in the span of a few seconds. Dragons considered any such approval good. Pleasure was pleasure after all, who would deprive oneself based on gender? She chuckled that even in this form she could turn a head or two. “It’s just your tattoos. I’ve seen them before!”

Ossai turned a single eye to her as the girl handed her a yellow scrubbing brush. “Excuse me? What about them?” She made sure her voice was cool and calm, like this was no big deal at all. Still the girl hadn’t moved, staring almost in awe from her. Well that might be a bit unsettling. Guess the runes would have to stay hidden after all, especially if this was how mortals were going to act. She scrubbed away at her skin as the girl back tracked and better explained they belonged to things called the bonded. That she hadn’t heard any of them speak in all her years. Though by how old the girl was, Ossai didn’t think that was too many.

“Maybe they hadn’t the opportunity to speak. Or simple didn’t have anything to say.” This seemed to brighten the girl’s attitude, or at least have her depart her inquires on the magical runes etched into her flesh.

“Well I hadn’t thought of that. Don’t get many round these parts. Not to mention elves.” She laughed and shrugged, “It was like my uncle Jeff used to say. Don’t be judging people till you talk to em. Otherwise you’re going to make an ass our of yourself…” The girl’s eyes widened. “Oh!” The girl tapped her boot, eyes dashing to the door and back before asking Ossai what she wanted for breakfast. “Like…what do they eat up north? Augustus was arguing that you people eat nothing but plants and leaves. I said that was a whole barrel of hogwash. You had to eat something.”

“Normal things I would imagine.” She countered, letting the response at least put ease back into the girl’s posture. Though she did internally smile at the mental image of a dragon sitting on its haunches with its maw filled to the brim with twigs and leaves. She listed off her favorite meals one after the other, deer, caribou, mouse, elk, fish, and the occasional boar or three. She’d always had them kept around for some bacon.

“Hah!” Mira laughed heartily, snapping her fingers. “Knew it. Well that’s going to be good for ole Augustus.”

“Why’s that?”

“Cause breakfast. Don’t tell me up north you don’t have that.” The girl’s smile broke through Ossai’s soft look. One that thought of years passed and people she’d never see. Homes she’d never visit and all the dragons she’d let down.

“Of course we do.” She wrinkled her nose. “Just was thinking.” She wasn’t going to have a repeat of the night before.

“Trouble up there miss? From up north? I can relate to that.” She thumbed her chest, brow raising. “It’s not bad trouble is it?”

“Not that kind.” Her gaze fell to the suds floating softly on the surface of the water like little boats. When they rippled, they looked like little drakes paddling along in a lake. The water somehow felt colder the longer she stared. “Just the past is all.”

“Well. Don’t you worry.” The girl’s upbeat tone lingered on the air. “Life’s always an adventure right? That’s why folks do it. See new places, meet new folk. Heck I’ve heard tales of people that just want to pack up and see the world!”

“And yet you stay here at a tavern.”

“Well sha. That’s only because I got family here. Friends! Not to mention that I’m not that great with a sword, or a spear, or any weapon in general. I’d make a poor adventurer.” Mira’s hands went to her hips as she recalled a time with Augustus and where they were practicing with swords. Her happy brow went and wrinkled as she recalled them stumbling over each other and how she’d nearly sliced the man’s eye. Course that could have been the halfling herb…Or the drinks we had…But regardless! The girl’s next few breaths had tamed her crimson cheeks, “Waiting on the right time I suppose. Just like you! Just decided to go out and explore. Never known a bonded to do that either. Guess there’s a first for everything.”

“Could say that.” Ossai rose her arm, admiring the things that had her so bound for the first time since her freedom. They curled around like onyx snakes, touching every inch of her. Wickedly ensnaring every limb and curve. How disappointed her father would be. His greatest daughter confined by a mere mortal trick. He’d have laughed at her predicament with a throaty purr, his whiskers bouncing on the air. Right before he snapped at her for being so foolish. She shook her head to get the image of his golden scales from her mind. He was long gone, no sense in thinking of him. “How do I remove such things?”

“Thinking of getting some new ones?” Mira sighed, leaning up against the wall and staring at the ceiling dreamily. “If I were to get a one it would be a sick gryphon with burning wings, all with the fiery eyes.”

“Phoenix. You’re thinking of a phoenix.”

“Then a phoenix then. Right on my arm. That way everyone can see it.” She flexed, placing a finger proudly on her arm. “You think it would look rightfully awesome?”

Her blank expression cracked the girl’s smile like a ceramic pot.

Mira seemed to wilt. “You’re right. It was a dumb idea.”

“No, no, no.” She rolled her eyes. “That would be unique. I’d never think a human would have such a tattoo. But that’s not really why I was asking.” She explained in detail how the runes were halting her magic. That without their departure she’d be defenseless in this world.

“Okay we can go lookin around. Must be a folk somewhere in this place that can help you.” Mira handed her the towel when Ossai stepped out into the chilly air. She bundled up swiftly, practically shivering like a newborn. “I need to take you shopping through the market though.”

“I need to get these runes removed. Not shopping.” She hissed, glaring at the woman.

“That may be true, but you need to have people not expect you to be a crazy woman wanting to kill them.”

“Was that really how I looked?”

The girl just laughed. “You had blood on you!”

“Right.” She dried herself with the provided towel. She’d forgotten how sensitive mortal flesh could be. Even the air nipped at her like a wolf. No wonder they wore clothes. She was met with a pair of brown trousers being thrust into her arms, followed by a simple green vest with long sleeves and a rope belt to tie around her waist. She gave the girl a queer look, but she explained it was just for now.

“Don’t need you running around in rags.” She laughed, striding out with a wave and practically ordering her to not skip breakfast. She would have snapped at the woman for daring telling her what to do, but her joyous voice stopped that in it’s tracks. Not to mention the growl of her stomach. It’s whine overruling any irritation growing beneath her skin. She quickly slipped on the provided clothes, taking note they were almost the right fit, but with the rope they at least didn’t slide off. As she was about to leave the room she glanced back to her clothes, for the first time seeing all the stains and splatters of blood that had sunk into the fibers. Even now she was surprised they hadn’t just thrown her out or turned away. Their hospitality was surprising. Especially to one not their race.

She pondered what happened to her kin that the skies were so empty. Had they not gotten this treatment after her departure? With a furrowed brow and heavy heart, she left the room, finding her way back down the stairs and into the main floor proper. She was met with the alluring fragrence of cooking pork that lay thick on the air as enchanting as any siren’s song.

“Now sit right there little lady.” Augustus was behind the counter, hard at work with a happy twitch of his ears. He once more wore an apron still covered in stains and grease. It looked like the one from the previous night. Without a word Mira slipped over and practically shoved her into one of barren chairs of the well-kept tavern. All the tables and chairs had been pushed to the edges, neatly all together. “I know it aint the right time. But call it a hunch.” The portly man crumbled a pepper over a sizzling dish. “But I thought to break out the good meat.”

Of course they would. Her draconic charm must have been shining through. Though an inner voice whispered that It was most likely the coin. “So nice that you saw fit to provide.” She ran a finger along the wooden table, caressing every dent and scratch that marred its surface. “Considering the quaint atmosphere and no change to spare. Was it the coin that has you dazzled and charmful like a little fish?”

“Could be I suppose!” He laughed, “But Mira here had me convinced.” He smacked his gut, “And the gut never lies. It whispered to me. Augustus. That lady is something else. You treat her right and you’ll have good luck. So that’s what I’m doing!”

“It said all that?” Mira returned to shove a tankard of water into Ossai’s palm. “Perhaps it’s the clerics that you should see. Hearing voices is a sign of dementia or a dark spirit.”

“Not that girl.” The cat man happily worked, “Spirits want nothin to do with me. Least of all the lass that could smack them away with a towel!”

As the pair continued their little flirtatious banter, Ossai sat and sipped her drink. Wondering and plotting where she was going to get her hint. When she would finally be out of this useless form and into one much better. No sooner was she dreaming of the sky when she found a plate of steaming pork plopped in front of her. It was paired with a chunk of tart cheese and a biscuit all warm and flaky. The meal was rather plain, not too much to talk about. Though it did have a kick or two on the first bite thanks to the pepper. As this went on the pair discussed what shops to drag her too. Who they would meet and talk to. Cobblers, tailors, blacksmiths, even a general store for more adventurous gear. Several times they argued over the pronunciation over a certain shop, earning Mira a hardened look from Augustus.

“It’s my people’s word you used. I clearly know the pronunciation!”

Course, the longer she heard them speak the more she reckoned that there was nothing in this town that could rid her of these runes. Save for possibly the magisters they spoke of, Mira not revealing her secret but mentioning they needed to avoid them. When Augustus asked she just snapped at him, insisting they had their reasons. This seemed well enough for the man, who just sighed and accepted it with splayed ears.

“Just be careful then if you’re avoiding them.” Augustus frowned and gave them both a concerned look. “They’re just bullies out there. Or hired goons from a crime lord. They take what they want as tribute, saying it helps their coffers aid the protection of numerous villages in this kingdom. But I’ve seen the people they employ. Thugs and mercenaries with no direction in life. Folks that pick up a sword and feel like hurting others.” He spat into a pot. “Terrible people that have no use round here.”

Once more she admired the mimicry of dragons onto these people. Or at least her fathers’ people. They were just missing one element of him. The corruption of thought by being in his presence. Even the most stalwart of enemies would be bowing and kissing his claws given enough time. All to feed his ever-growing ego. “Well…We need to find a wizard. Or someone with knowledge of the arcane arts. I need a particular rune removed.”

“Then you’re better off finding an adventurer. Folks round here don’t know anyone of the wizardy type cept the magisters. Don’t let other magicians on their turf. Bad for business I think.”

“Fine.” She pushed away her finished meal. She had a plan at least. Tailor, boots, magical person for the spells. She asked if they knew any adventurers that might know about wizarding types. Both shook their head and insisted the ones they did were far from here. Not foolish enough to return to this place.

“Magisters?” She grit her teeth, already despising the few avenues they were giving her. Mira and Augustus just sighed, confirming the reality. So, with a much too infectious happy grin Mira had practically dragged Ossai out into the street. Even despite her insistent protests, this girl was stronger than she looked!

The dirt streets were dotted with bright faced people, engaging one another in rapid conversation. It almost made her head spin. Clothes of various earth tones covered their bodies, dresses and shirts more like pieces of woolen clay. Horses leashed to carts, dragged piles of produce to be sold. A blacksmith’s shop sounded out with clangs, a hefty aura of metal drifting out to the street. A merchant all dressed in bright yellows had offered her a sunflower, flicking the golden like pedals with an honest smile. Ossai warily observed all this vile cheer, wondering when this shadow of the magister’s would rear its rotten form.

Tailor was the first thing to cross off the list, Mira dragging her to a well-kept shop with a circular sign. Upon it’s smooth surface was painted a horse of brown and white in a cantering pose. It was run by a wizened old lady with thin bone like arms and a face more wrinkled than a prune. When the coin had flashed her hardened demeanor softened and was soon yanking her around the clothing clad shop. Bright colors were fetched from the back, vibrant reds and extravagant blues that would catch anyone’s eye. They looked far too elegant for a dirt hole like this. She mentioned this to the woman, and got a scowl in return.

“Something practical.” She shooed the wrinkle faced woman away. Now was not the time for standing out. Draconic pride be damned. “I need something that I won’t be hindered and slowed.”

“Where is the fun in that?” Mira had sighed, pulling out one of the dresses made of flowing silk. One that had fluffy frills around the collar and cuffs. “I’d love to be in one of these things.” The woman returned, smacking away the far simpler girl’s hands away like an insect.

“How bout this?” The old lady held up a brown shirt with long sleeves with a green leaf pattern stitched around the collar. It looked simple enough, with only stitching and far less more flashy things than the other clothing she’d been shown. The sleeves were made out of the same material but ended in clay colored swirls. It had pockets and buttons, places to store other various things. It would have to do. She snatched up a pair of trousers a leather belt, and a green scarf to complete her adventuring appearance. She’d lingered on the green material, brushing softly with a sigh. If only these were her scales instead of a garment meant for humans. She caught her image in a hanging mirror, not truly registering it as her. It was only a vessel, a temporary home. One overgrown with weeds and insects to be sure. Within her brown eyes she longed to see a hint of lavender, some clue she still remained.

 She handed away her coin and got much change in return. The lady sneered and almost threw them out of the store. Probably disappointed she couldn’t get more coin out of them. The door slammed behind them as Mira just let out a cackle.

“The look on her face when you wanted something plain. I wish I could capture that all year round.”

“That so?”

“Aye. That bitch always is demeaning my look. Judging others. You’ll probably be the first one with that amount of coin that turned down her wears. Lucky you she didn’t just toss you out right then and there.”

“I’d have liked to see her try.” The mental image of an old lady struggling to shove out her draconic form was rather amusing. Less so when she took her frail one into account. Her brow ruffled and she quickened her pace to their next stop. The cobbler.

This place was adorned in shoes of all kinds. From big hulking boots with belts to open toed sandals for a more scholarly look. It smelled of dried leather, and was thicker than the fogs around the mountain tops in her old home. She almost swore that if she lit a flame the entire shack would have caught ablaze. Quick as she could muster, she adored her feet in socks, thrusting a pair of brown boots upon her limbs. With a quick walk around the beaten up floorboards she was certain these would have to stay. Next was the general store, one that was wedged between a shop selling various potions, and an abbey meant for the star goddess Sartren.

With her coin she rummaged about for some adventuring gear. Like a thicker bag, a bed roll, and a bundle of rope that Mira plopped into her hands. There was an assurance that it was always needed, or at least that’s what other adventurers had sworn by. Then it was back into the far busier streets, the sun now directly overhead. The smell of cooking meals hounded at her senses. Prompting her stomach to whine like an unruly beast. She set about getting her questions about the magicians close by completed. Then she could free herself from this hunger.

With every question presented to the commoners she got more blank stares. Slack jaws as the dullards tried to wrack their brains for the answer she sought. On more than one occasion she bit her lips, trying to not scowl at these wretches. Mira wasn’t helping either, simply drawing more attention to the hanging beef kabobs that glistened in the sunlight.

“You want one?” The girl finally cracked after passing the place for a third time, still not getting the answer. Ossai relented and waved the woman along, leaning up against one of the wooden structures with her arms crossed.

“Your loss!”

She thought over one rumor she’d collected. Of an old wizard to the east named Warrick. He lived according to the tale in a small hut, making his living by ransacking monster dens with parties of dwarves. Though their rough descriptions and forgetfulness didn’t lend too much credit to this story. In the end she was still out of luck. Just like she suspected out of a small town such as this. When Mira returned, they dragged themselves back to the inn.

They were greeted by the sounds of joyous people. The dull rumble of chatting people flowed out of the open door like a wave. She was reminded of the sounds her people had made during such feasts. The snarls, warbles, and sometimes trills over the delightful food they’d feasted upon. Some had been simple and only wished for meat to grace their pallets, but she and a great deal of dragons liked variety. Cooked, boiled, baked, roasted. She made sure to at least have something different each day. From there they would have discussed rumors, and just whose territory was whose. Mating proposals among friends and who among them was working towards bigger hoards, or breakthroughs in magical thought.

She’d in this time catch the fancy of some courageous male or female. Knowing just who her father was. Cloak and dagger, spells and spies. She’d enjoyed keeping her power secured more than any dragon. Too may times she’d have to spurn one consort or another dragon’s clan. All to keep herself above the rest. Not to murky the blood line her father had insisted.

Freezing in the entryway she took in the thick stench of ale and pipe’s smoke. Sweat stung at her eyes before she wiped it away and composed herself. Like she owned the place. She strolled in with her head held high, finding humans of all sorts hovering over plates of half-eaten food. Downing drinks frothing from their mugs. Dozens of conversations overlapped with one another to bring life to a cacophony of rowdy noise. Some where eyeing others, some hugging their tankards. Even a few that reclined in the corners, taking long drags of thin pipes and looking like some dragon of old. But what stood out to her most was the gryphon.

Among the crowded place was the white feathered creature. He sat on his haunches with his furred head held low so he wouldn’t bump his ears against the ceiling. He was holding an oversized mug in his blackened claws. Though it looked more like someone had welded handles to a pot. Up and down went his black and white tail feathers as he chuckled away into his drink. His charcoal like beak lit up into a smirk as several of the nearby patrons only offered him cross looks. For they were forced to press away from him, just to make room for the larger creature. Vital areas like his chest and sides were adorned in an off-white gambeson made specifically for his kind. It was decorated in stitching of gryphons in flight, and had clear signs of a sword’s kiss.

Mira was quick to wish her well, gliding through the crowded inn like an eel. She passed another person handing out drinks, a human man with a crooked nose. She slid around Augustus as he emerged with plates of steaming food, planting a kiss right on his spotted cheek. The portly man dropped his plates, only for she grab it in her lightning like hands.

Then the gryphon’s lion like tail swung like a fluffy mace, smacking some patron in the back. The crimson cheeked man rose with several of his friends, cursing the gryphon’s rowdy tail for daring to intrude on their conversation. Where Ossai thought rudeness and aggression would show instead the gryphon met them with kindness. He shrugged off their round of coming insults like they were nothing. His voice was like a soothing song, or a gentile wind that could douse out any fire.

“Didn’t seem to mind when I was buying your drinks. Nor when you were beating me at cards!”

The man’s anger sputtered away as his fingers fell limply like a man exposed to ice water. He burst out laughing, blaming his distain on his drink.

Ossai continued past as the pair’s laughter rose ever higher, almost to a joyous thunder. Before she’d gotten fully past the feathery patron, his tail swished and thumped in the middle of her path. She snapped to him, finding his bright sunflower eyes locked squarely onto hers.

“Look who wandered on in. Just the lady I’ve been searchin for.”

* * * * * * * * * *

“Excuse me?” She clenched her teeth as the yellow eyed gryphon searched her up and down. His blackened marks around his eyes made him look like he had a permanent smudge right around them. “Who are you exactly?”

The gryphon’s ears twitched up, a series of clicks flowing from his throat like wine. He offered her a seat, snatching it from a nearby patron who’d gone to leave. The wooden legs nearly struck several people in the head, knocking over several glasses. They shouted curses, insults about his eyes, but the gryphon never paid them any heed. He simply patted the seat with a claw and made the request again.

“I’d appreciate it if you joined me. Don’t mind the company.” He gestured to the humans with a wave of his claw. “Drunk…but rather harmless.”

“Hey!” One man sputtered from his drink, brow all furrowed and as fuzzy as a caterpillar. “I fought a troll once! Gave me a horrid look!”

“Well…except that man I suppose. “ Sunflower eyes bounced up and down as the man egged the others on to hype up his tale of bravery and courage. “But he’s an oddity.”

“And why would I sit with you?” Her arms crossed, taking him in. “Unless you know what I require. I see no need of fools like yourself.”

“That isn’t a way to make friends.” He chuckled over her words. “How about a free meal? No one hates one of those!”

“Unless its laden with poison and rot.”

“Rain on a good day that is. But I was thinking more of the tasty and warm variety.” He winked. “Got enough coin for the good stuff as well.”

Was he trying to woo her? Like some other flirtatious girl? She played along, acting disinterested in him. “Does that work with all females?” She returned with a withering glance, spying he bore no weapons. Course he had sharpened talons and powerful muscles. She doubted he ever needed steel.

“Some.” He sipped at his tankard. “More than you’d think actually. What’s wrong with a friendly time and some company? Most folks would die for that! Though wasn’t trying to flirt with you.” He snapped his beak as several of the humans around him whistled and gave catcalls. “I WASN’T” They all groaned and whined, returning to their drinks. “But I get that enough from folks curious of my kind. Don’t know if you can tell, but I’m not exactly the human type.”

“Neither am I.” She flicked her ears.

“Then you at least understand a tad.” He slid his head a tad closer. “We get all the lingering looks.”

She sat down, somewhat won over by his flowering speech and politeness. He chirped a victorious cry that she silenced with but a word. “I chose to be here. There are no other tables.”

“Course, course.” He thumped his tail. “Doesn’t neglect from the fact I get one of the most unique ladies in this place.” He winked. “And that was a flirt.”

He laughed; she rolled her eyes. He bumped his head when he tossed it back. The ceiling shivered with a thunk, lanterns shook and patrons laughed. The poor gryphon’s ears did splay as he rubbed the tender area. “Should have built it bigger you ask me.”

“Then why eat inside? Seems ill fitting.” She hid her brief smile with a hand.

“Then I’d miss all the people! The sounds, the smells!” He took a deep breath with closed eyes. “You know what that smells like?”

“Booze and unshowered people?”

“Life!” He chirped, calling a server over to order some water. When he turned back his eyes found her arms, lingering like a hawk. She thought he might be undressing her with his eyes, some crude thing that humanoids often did. But then his ear twitched, a seriousness filled his voice. “Though I suspect you’re hiding something far more important under your clothes.”

“Yea her boobs!” A patron cackled like a baboon, to which the gryphon shoved him aside with an unfurled wing.

“Not those you animal! Show the fine lady some respect!” The gryphon clacked his beak, returning his attention to her with a brief sigh. “Perhaps we’d rather chat without all the ears leanin in?”

“How’d you know about that?” She hissed, sliding closer to him.

“You weren’t exactly subtle in your questions.” He whispered back, right next to hear ear. “I saw you talking to the folks round town. Inquiring mighty a lot of certain topics. Doesn’t take that much to put the wings together.”

How didn’t she notice him? A gryphon would be rather hard to spot. Especially with how white his feathers were! “I think you reveal your lie. I’d have seen you.” She gestured to his feathered neck up and down. “As you said. You stand out.”

“Though that might be true.” He said calmly, rolling his claw with a smile. “I can be rather good at blending in when I mean to. Disappear faster than a dwarf’s manners after a pint of bloodbeer.” His features wrinkled as he pulled back his head, claws caressing his beak. “Though that’s not much of a feat actually. Terrible stuff that. Poof, one drink and your inhibitions gone.”

She was about to question him further when Mira swung around, and the gryphon declared he’d pay for anything she wanted.

“And what makes you so interested in the questions I’m asking.” She tore her gaze from his eagle like face to the rest of his armored form. “Are you one of those magisters?”

He laughed at that. “Heck no I aint. Wouldn’t be caught dead in orange. Not to mention it aint that fashionable.” When she didn’t return his laughter, he killed his own with a cough. “What I means to say is that I find oddities mighty interesting. And you girl.” He took a sip of his drink, a pleased coo rumbling from his feathered throat. “Are quite the diamond in the mud.”

More flattery? She rolled her head away from his enticing eyes, his cutely flicking ears. She wouldn’t be won over by simple niceties. Far greater beings than he had tried. Dragons with lands upon lands to their name, power to their claws. What was he? A gryphon with a twitching ear.

“Probably think fairly high of yourself. Pains you to talk with the more…common folk.” He sighed, “See it plain as day. But no. I was talking bout the runes you’re hiding so well. Though not to be insulting you, you’re awfully beautiful. Like one of them pretty flowers they find on the west of this kingdom. They sparkle like gems in the morning dew, or something fanciful like that. You know where I’m coming from.”

Her arms crossed as he stumbled over a few more metaphors for her apparent beauty as to not insult her. It was rather flattering, and her draconic pride loved everyone, but he was only making himself a continued fool. “Get to the point gryphon. You singled me out and have my attention. Far less can be said for everyone else in this town.”

“Fair enough.” He snorted, glancing at the door. He shifted on his hinds, puffing out his chest “Folks call me Sepharim. Traveling mercenary and one of the fastest wings around. Getter of goods and provider of things.” The bird carried himself with confidence, laying thick the air with his dozens of made up titles she couldn’t help but chuckle at his self-worth. It was very dragon like in a way. That prideful boasting, often seen in the younger of her kind.

“Oh. I amuse you then?” He tilted his head with an irritated chirp, his eyebrow raising.

“Yes and no.”

“Which is it?”

“that’s a lot of titles. I was half expecting you to name yourself a king of something.”

“King?” He scoffed. “But a duke? I could see myself a duke. Maybe a lord. Something with all the fancy bits. That’s for sure. They’re the ones with all the fun.” He tapped the table with his talon, raising his brow several times. “ Anyway, didn’t catch your name.”

“Because I didn’t give it.” She quickly retorted. “Its something precious.”

“A name?” His head tilted.

“Emerald Lady.” She corrected, straightening her back. There was some truth to that, the title she instructed the mortals to call her before.

“Emerald huh?” He inspected her up and down. “Not a speck of that color on you at all. Unless you’re referring to your experience. Then yes. Much green to be had.”

“Not that kind of green.” She ground her teeth, running her fingers to the edge of the table. “I’m just at an inconvenience. Things are not going quite the way I’d imagined them.”

“Life’s like that though. Full all twists and turns. Nasty and the welcoming sort.” When Mira returned with an amber drink for the gryphon he thanked her, insisting they’d like to finish the meal outside. Preferably out back away from listening ears.

Now he was controlling the conversation and the location? She wasn’t going to have that. “Getting ahead of yourself gryphon.” Her eyes narrowed as his ears flicked casually at her. “I haven’t agreed to anything yet.”

“True.” He raised his tankard, splashing the sparkling liquid into his beak. With a gulp he gasped in satisfaction, fixing her with a confident grin. “But you will. Way I figure it you don’t have many options. You intrigue me and your trying to figure if I can get what you need. Fact being though is I can help you.” He wiggled his folded wing. “ Got the talons, the wings.” He winked, giving her a beak parted smile. “And the eyes. That most these humans can’t match.”

He was right and he knew it, meeting her gaze with one of utter confidence. It was not often a mortal being had the gall to have the one up on her. Not to mention question her own decisions. “You’re correct.” Her jaw tightened as the gryphon trilled his success. “You’ve at least warranted an extended conversation on the topic.” She leaned back, eyes traveling over the numerous scars she could make in his fur. Even if he was rather brash, he could be useful. And if they needed to travel anywhere, having a set of wings was far better than walking or procuring one of those horse creatures. She asked about his scars to which he was able to name at least a dozen scraps he’d gotten himself into. When she pointed out the one on his beak, he suddenly got quiet, not wanting to talk about it.

“Just follow close.” He snapped; ears splayed as he barged out the doors. “I know where you can find a wizard.”

* * * * * * * * * *

She followed the gryphon out the doors at least her curiosity having been stroked. Sure, he seemed fairly arrogant and prideful but he was just the fool she’d been looking for. Especially if he could find her a mage. One that wouldn’t seek to return her body back into servitude. Though she hated the idea of taking adventure ideas from a mortal she relented. Sometimes you needed to suffer to get what you want. Right now that took the form of a white feathered gryphon, and his swaying tail back and forth. The matter though remained. Could she trust him? At least long enough to find this wizard. She didn’t become the emperors favorite by being vulnerable.

You weren’t stuck in a useless form either.

“Where can we find this mage?” She spoke loudly as they curled around the building’s exterior, passing below a bright flower clad archway large enough that the gryphon didn’t need to duck. He did pluck her a purple pedaled flower and offer it to her. She denied it with hardened eyes.

“Far from here.” He coughed, setting aside the pedal. “Up to the north east. Over the hills and forests, far past the mountains.” He described them in such a beautiful way, practically smiling as they drifted away from the tavern’s sounds. He whistled a jovial note, loud enough to startle a series of red feathered birds from the branch of a nearby pine. Thick hedges spread about the trimmed grass, encircling a section of clear water seemingly placed into the dirt. Stones surrounded it, kissing the edge as orange fish swam around inside. They crested towards the surface, mouths gaping for food not coming. A thin line hung from the tavern’s rear to a nearby tree, clothes attached by pins on either side.

He trotted to the water’s edge, plopping his haunches down beside a weathered stump. He turned back to her with a happy look in his eyes, ears practically bouncing. He rolled his claw for her to join him, possibly take a seat on the makeshift wooden seat.

“So, you have my attention.” She crossed her arms, taking him up on his offer. “Sepharim was it?”

“That it was. Much of a name as yours is.” He raised a brow.

She was in no mood for games. He’d already crossed her twice. “The wizard gryphon. Now. Don’t waste my time with idle talk.”

“All business huh?” He rolled his eyes with a chirp. “Perhaps you’d have thought about that before strolling around getting all dressed up. You must have caught plenty of eyes for the magisters to exploit.”

“I was getting better prepared.”

“And I spied at least half a dozen of their thugs watching you the entire time.” He flicked his beak towards the way they came, eyes warry. “Guess you didn’t see them?”

She hadn’t. Course she wasn’t going to admit that to him. “I don’t see them as much of a concern.” She wiped her hands upon one another.

“Of course not.” He chirped. “Especially if you’re going to be hiring me. “They can’t exactly fly…” He shifted on his haunches. “Course, not all of them anyway.”

“Name of the wizard.”

“Warrick. Might have heard of him from town. Mighty quirky one that. But he doesn’t ask too many questions.” He gestured back with his neck. “Plus, he doesn’t like the orange wearing guys. He’d be more than willing to screw them over.”

Well that sounded more concrete and tangible to latch onto. But could she count on him to be telling the truth? So, she asked it of him with narrowed eyes.

“Well. We’re both lying about our names. At least keeping it secret from the other. That’s fairly honest. And if I wanted to turn you over to the magisters I’d have already done so.” He chuckled. “So, there’s that.”

“You think I’d just let you take me captive?” She pressed a hand to her captured dagger’s hilt.

“Oh. No sir. Just sayin I could is all. I figure I get you to the wizard. You get me a reward. “

“What if I don’t have a way to reward you?” She pressed the point home. “And you’re risking your feathers against these magister thugs.”

He chuckled in his throat, holding up two talons. “Two things. Magisters, never liked them. Don’t mind screwing with them every chance I get. Two, bonded don’t talk. So, there’s something fishy about you. I figure there be a reward in it when the job is done. Old brother of mine said Portunga blessed my wings. I say we put them to use eh? So tell me. What sorta bonded are you?” He leaned closer, staring square into her eye. Like he was trying to cut past her and into her soul.

So, she told him enough of her plans involving the runes. Not that she was a dragoness hiding within. But he was rather keen on the adventure when she flashed him at least six of the platinum coins. “Just for a traveling job. You can half now. The other half when we get to this wizard and he can return me to normal.”

“That’s..” He closed his beak, getting quiet as he stared at the fish circling. His tail swished back and forth as he grumbled to himself. Maybe he thought she was more powerful and could provide a different sort of reward?

“I’ll do it.” He nodded, “Long as you don’t mind touching a gryph.”

“I won’t be doing that.” She hissed, snatching back her coin. “You can shove your lewd tongue right back into-“

“Not that!” His ears perked up in surprise, claws joining them. “Who do I look like? My brother?”

“Um…” She was caught stunned, crossing her arms. “Your brother do that sort of thing?”

“Well…He’s a cleric of the fertility goddess.” Sepharim rolled his eyes. “Mating and spreading his seed is like…their whole belief system. So you tell me.”

“Indeed.” She pulled back out the coins, folding them into her fingers. It sounded good enough, so she placed them into his talons. “Get me there. I might even give you the entire pouch if I feel you’ve earned it.”

“Wonderful.” He rose the pieces to his eyes, tasting each one with his beak. “Real thing too. Thought you might be yanking my…well.” He chuckled, stashing them into his numerous pouches. “Might as well stay for lunch!” His beak shot up, releasing a quick trill as Mira sauntered out with a whole assortment of goodies on a wooden platter.

The steaming food glistened in the sunlight, practically mouthwatering as it’s devilish scents wafted through the air. It was mostly fish, vegetables and a sauce of wine mixed with vinegar. She imagined a bit more coin must have exchanged hands before hand, and he’d predicted she’d come out here with him. His confidence and shrewdness intrigued her. Enough to watch him happily devour the food without abandon. She joined in with him, drowning the mouth-watering food with a provided drink. When Mira returned to check on them Sepharim thanked her, causing the poor girl to blush as the gryphon dipped his head.

“Good friend she is.” He chuckled when Ossai gave him a questioning glance. “Playful though.” Before she could snort and guess what he meant by that the gryphon went back to his meal like a beast. They ate in silence for the most part, too busy filling the air with the sounds of their feast. She chuckled at how his crown feathers extended with nearly every bite, followed by a muffled pleasure filled groan. Several times she had to wonder if this meal was giving him some sort of carnal pleasure as well. Course she wouldn’t dare look. She wasn’t that curious.

“Think this is good? You should have seen the meals of my home.” She leaned onto her palm, dreaming of the banquets she had prepared in her honor. From dragon cooks and that of their mortal servants. She described a brief bit about the grandiose nature of it.

“Sounds like a terrible place then.” He let out a hiss. “Like you’re some sort of royalty. Bet you even ate with gilded forks and spoons. Laughed about all the troubles plaguing the common folk.” His head tilted as he once more stared at her deeply. “Never heard a bonded being from that kind of life before. They kidnap you from some kingdom?”

“Perhaps.” She straightened her back, “Things are never quite what they seem gryphon. First and final lesson my father got to bear witness to.”

The gryphon’s ears just twitched, “Sounds ominous.”

Cold gripped at her heart with its icy claws as she thought to her dreams. “Quite.”

“But speaking of things beneath the surface.” His voice suddenly grew taught, ears flaring out. “Some things are just as shallow and what they appear to be. Case in point.”

She turned around to catch four humans striding round the tavern like they owned the place, with spears in loose hands. They were garbed in various gambesons, with rusty mail shirts on top of them. Their faces were covered in thick beards and mustaches, and possibly filled with specks of a meal forgotten. Sprinkles of amusement shone in their eyes as the one leading them practically had a bounce in his step. They were a perfect image of coming tension save one skinnier man than the rest. The crossbow he held was shaking with every step he took. Upon their breasts was an orange symbol stitched into the cloth, that of the sign for the magisters.

The amber eyed leader strolled up, hands on his waist and flashed them a toothy smile. “Well by thunder.” He whistled, glaring Sepharim up and down. “Never did think I’d see you round these parts. Figured you’d have been smarter and flown. Especially after that woman.” He smacked his lips, grinning wickedly at Ossai. “Far prettier thing than that elf too. Shame.”

“You know these people?” Her eyes narrowed, quickly scanning their holstered swords. The leader just continued to inspect her, like she was merely a piece of meat. Her hand briefly brushed against her handle of her weapon. No one got to look at her like that.

“Sadly, I do.” The gryphon sighed, striding to place himself between her and their new guests. “And I was having such a nice day too.” He gestured up with his wings. “Nice sun, pleasant breeze, some great atmosphere, fetching lady.” He winked she rolled her eyes. “And then I get you boys comin over and sticking your crooked noses where they shouldn’t.”

“Aw bird. You say that like we ain’t have a few good scrapes!” The leader crossed his arms, barking out a laugh. “Course you be all bout the business now huh. How bout I do this for ya.” He wiped a greasy finger upon his gambeson as his compatriots chuckled behind him. “I offer you a deal for old times sakes.” He held up his finger. “Limited time offer mind you so best pay attention.”

Ossai wasn’t trembling, but all her muscles were tenses. Fingers began curling around her dagger’s hilt. Even the way Sepharim carried himself wasn’t enough to settle her. She could try and bolt right now, but her legs wouldn’t respond.

“Go on.” Sepharim clacked his beak, stretching out his talons.

“You take them wings of yours and get. I tell the men upstairs we never did see you. Sound good?”

“Sure does.” The gryphon nodded, gesturing to Ossai with a chirp. “Friend and I were just passing through. Stopped in this place for a bite to eat. Wings get so stiff from flying beautiful elves places.” He chuckled. “Or you’d know that if you could find some nice ladies.”

One of the men gritted his teeth, hand slinking to his sword. The other just looked shocked, while the crossbow weilder continued to shake like a frightened dog.

“Surely you’d let a gryphon and his most trusted friend……” He rolled his claw at her for a name.

“Arenneda.” She quickly snapped, taking one solid step towards him. It would have appeared her decision was yet again made for her. Though survival was certainly quelling what anger she’d have at that fact.

“Yes Arenneda. Finish our meals and leave.”

“Not the girl.” The leader growled. He glared at Sepharim, spitting a thick wad of mucus to the dirt. “You’re not pulling anything here today gryph. She’s been asking bout magister runes all over town. Figure the boss would want to ask her a decent amount of questions. You know.” He chuckled lewdly. “The intimate kind.”

“That will not be happening.” She spat back with fire, placing a hand onto Sepharim’s flank.

“Honestly lady. Your compliance isn’t a factor.” The leader laughed with his friends. “Only thing that might change today is if we end up marring the gryphon more with our blades.”

Sepharim fluffed his wings. “Do we really want to get into a scrap over a simple misunderstanding? Why not settle this over a few pints? I mean look at that guy over there!” He belted out a chirpy laugh, pointing to the crossbow man. “That one there can barely hold his weapon without springing a leak. I counter propose you an offer. How about I offer you strapping young lads a round of drinks and food. We can laugh about this unfortunate set of circumstance. You won’t say nothin bout us, and you won’t have to live with getting your asses beat in front of a lady!”

“Sounds like a great deal boss!” The crossbow man stuttered, “I could really use a plate of that gumbo they make.” The leader tossed the man a savage look. “What?” The man shrugged. “It does!”

“Got a plan for getting out of here?” She whispered to the gryphon, still gripping her weapon tight. She wasn’t going to be helpless. She may not have been as nimble, strong, or magical as her dragon form. But she at least wasn’t going to get captured without a fight.

“Working on it. Rather not cave these guy’s skulls in.” Sepharim whispered, guiding Ossai back as the leader stepped forward and unsheathed his broadsword with a hiss. The others brandished their spears.

“Looks like you’ve picked up a bit of deafness friend. Let me repeat my offer.”

“Don’t worry. I heard you.” Sepharim sighed, “And I really wanted that drink.” The gryphon flung dirt into the leader’s eyes, surging forth as the man shouted in surprise. Bulk toppled the man to the ground, the gryphon’s hinds hardly touching the ground for a second. His wings flared out wide, releasing a keening cry. Talons snapped a jabbed spearhead from its haft, then planting its owner to the ground with his talons.

He leaped to his right, placing a spearman between him and the crossbowman. The nervous man fired, catching his companion square in the back. As the man yelped in surprise that was all the gryphon needed. Sepharim smacked aside his spear, grabbed the man with both talons, reared up and tossed him towards his ranged combatant. With a yelp both men collided, collapsing into a pile of tangled arms and legs.

Well that happened. Ossai stood in amazement as the gryphon kicked the groaning first spearmen, sending the man tumbling back to the ground. He evidently knew how to fight, or these men were simple outmatched.

“Coward!” The leader shouted, wiping the dirt from his eyes. When he tried to slash at her with his blade she leaned away. Before she could stab him in the throat, Sepharim was upon him. With a cry his talons ripped into the man’s sword arm, disarming him before stumbling to the ground. “Blasted coward! You used dirt!”

“Funny thing that.” The gryphon strode over, pinning the man to the ground with a talon. Yellow eyes burned as he brought his onyx scared beak down to practically kiss the man’s nose. “Shoulda taken the deal friend. Now you’re all a mess.”

The man squirmed with defiance lurking in his eyes, hatred wrinkling his features.

“And take note you’re not dead or robbed. You’re going to take your friends here and get. Leave me and my lady friend alone.”

He was going to let them go? Ossai rose her voice, “If you had any sense in you gryphon. You’d kill them. If they work for who you say, then its better to not have any loose ends.”

“No.” He snapped back. “Fights over. We won they lost, no blood needs to be shed.”

“You mean, more.” The first spearmen groaned, kneading at his chest.

She held Sepharim’s gaze, daring him to do anything about it. She saw that fierceness in them, that raw power. He would stop her if she tried to make a move.

Fascinating.

Despite his brush with honor, within those yellow eyes was the eyes of a murderer. Or at least someone who’d done it enough times. She relaxed; arms still crossed to her chest. “Just don’t be surprised then if this bites you in the rear end.”

“That’s my choice aint it?” He clacked his beak as the man squirmed again. “Isn’t it?”

“Save your words gryphon.” The man spat like a vile meal. “And you best fly far as you can away from here. Keep your head looking over your wings cause we’re going to get ya. Lots of mercenaries might be wanting the reward they going to place on your head. Think they might do some nasty stuff with that magic to ya. Make ya wish that you’d been kilt.”

The gryphon’s body heaved a sigh, his tail flicking casually behind him. Ears twitched, talons swiped, and Sepharim tore out the man’s throat in a spray of red. “Shame that.” He hopped off, striding to the next man who lay squirming on the ground. He placed a blood dripping talon onto his chest. “So what you’re going to do is-“

“I heard you!” The man cowered; palms raised. “No need repeaten!”

“Good.” The gryphon cleaned his talons on the whimpering man’s gambeson, flicking away what remained like it was a normal occurrence. Then it was back to staring at her, gesturing to the sky with his neck. “Emerald Lady. Care to come with? Think this place got a tad bit excitable.”

She didn’t move. With what he showed he could do what he wanted with her. Betray her at a moment’s notice. Heck, he could return her to these magisters if he so chose. But she hardly had a choice. If these mercenaries were after her, how long until more skilled mortals came running? “Any proof you won’t betray or rob me?”

“Just my word.” Sepharim pressed a talon to his armored chest. “Depends on how much you value that. Didn’t turn you in though. More than what these boys woulda done. So whats it going to be?”

She glanced back to the beaten and bruised men. It would be good to have him along. Companion to shorten the time, and to protect her. What was it going to cost her? Just a bit of coin she had no real value in? Her true form was worth any price to obtain. Then she could attend to more important matters. “You have a deal.”

“Good.” He chirped, flaring out his wings. “I’ve had enough of this place crawling with magister filth.” He crouched and waggled his haunches. “Don’t mind riding on a gryphon’s back?”

“Not if it gets us where were going faster.” She clambered up, settling her legs on either side. She rolled her eyes at the idea of riding when she could have flown herself. Never had this been a thing since she was but a wyrmling riding upon her mother’s back.

With a resounding chirp Sepharim pounced, wingbeats casting away the earth and carrying them upwards into the heavens.

* * * * * * * * * *

For days they traveled northward, carried aloft over the rolling countryside by the steady beat of Sepharim’s wings. Through his feathery limbs Ossai glimpsed the world denied her, the one she’d been dying to return to. Where thin wispy clouds dotted every azure bit, swirling around the expanse like thin serpents. She’d stare out into the vast cerulean sky, wishing the wind tenderly caressing her face was one brought through her own power. She’d bask in the golden radiance of the sun as it caressed every stalwart tree, weathered rock, and curling river that lay below the dangling paws of her gryphon.

Though this time wasn’t all radiant sun and cheek warming joy, with it was brought the grim reality of the empty sky. What she’d caught glimpses of on the ground was laid bare. Not a single dragon seen for miles in their journey. It had been hard to imagine such a thing, when dragons were so plentiful in her time. Had they been hunted out of existence? Moved on to different lands? It was so alien to not have a single pair of leathery wings in the sky to greet her, or scaly snout swimming through the air. But for each second she stared into the vast emptiness her heart ached, throbbed, enough to make her squeeze at her chest. All because she’d sided with Bahamut.

Was that really the best option? She’d been so certain at the time. But look where that led them. Desolate skies and no dragons to fill them. Would the future have been certain back then? Her father had changed it by defeating Bahamut. Perhaps she could have prevented the burning lands and destruction she saw? She’d ponder in silence during such times, losing herself to the whining of the wind.

Luckily, they’d take breaks every few hours during the flights. That way Sepharim would not exhaust himself. She supposed dragons were superior in that regard, being able to travel for longer without rest. Gryphons only retained their higher speed potential. She recalled several of her kin keeping gryphons for racing pets, bragging about their beautiful feathers and speed. During such rests she’d eaten what trail rations and dried meat she’d packed, downing them with swigs from her waterskin she’d fill at every lake or river. For sleeping they’d kept to themselves, finding a few logs and resting around a crackling fire that radiated pleasing warmth, distracting the ness with its seductive flames and the ever-watchful eyes lurking in the bushes and countryside.

The spoke fairly little to one another at first, just mundane things about the weather or how they were doing. He was simply a means to an end. Like a horse but faster, a tool to get what she wanted. She doubted that she’d see him again when this was over. Though he seemed to be trying to prove her otherwise. During the nights he’d constantly fill the silence with warm hums as he clawed at some bark, or cheerfully preened his feathers without a care to the world.

Though what he did most of all was talk. Again, and again about the trees and how much life they had, something his brother would have loved and gone to copious lengths to describe. Or tales about how his other brother with bright yellow feathers raided human caravans, stealing assorted goods with his heightened reflexes and sharper talons.

“One of these days he’s going to wind up dead.” Sepharim said grimly, miming the action for a crossbow. “Twang. Someone’s going to be lucky, and we’re all going to tell him we told him so. But does he listen? Nooooo.” He’d chuckle after such words, leaving a pause for her to no doubt fill it with her own stories. It was like he was trying to treat her like an equal. Not like the better she was.

She’d ignore him when he did this, simply staring at the dancing flames and remember better times with her kin. When the world wasn’t wrapped in violence and destruction. Maybe an assassination or two, but that was to be expected. But better people. People that didn’t wither and die. How could those that sided with mortals even consider them friends? They all died off by age when you thought about it. Not even worth getting to know in the long run. But still, no matter how much she didn’t say he continued to talk. Each and every night before the stars, making sure she wasn’t alone with her darker thoughts. That at least she had to thank him for.

When his stories were not about his brothers they were about his bountiful clan, how they called all the other human loving clans half-humans or how that he’d left for greener pastures.

“Where was the fun in despising them?” He’d chuckled, “When they like to live!” But then his ears would splay, mentioning that he couldn’t go home after that. “Get all the questioning looks.” Then his face would get all sour as he stared into the flames, one that she’d worn too often the many nights.

“Especially since I gave them the raised tail and defiant haunch wiggle. Very rude thing you can do. Should have heard my brother cleric on that one.” Sepharim sighed, dragging a talon through their campfire that night. “Bet he still doesn’t admit I was part of the flock.” He gestured to a scar along his lower flank, right at the top of his leg. “Clawed me up something awful. Never counted him the fighter type. More the lover type, damn bastard has three dozen chicks at least.”

“That’s what happens.” She said grimly as he continued to pour his heart out in front of her. Golden phantom eyes had flickered at the camp’s edge, ever watchful and judging her. She only met them once, but the terrible shiver that struck her was enough to stop her from doing it again. He was more like her than she would have thought, but still she kept him at arm’s length.

One night he’d surprised her. It had been a challenging day, having been beset by strong gusts and bone cutting wind brought on by storms that threatened to strike them from the sky. Even Thor himself seemed to be throwing lightning. Did he not want Ossai to return to her true form? She scowled at the notion. They’d retired for the eve at the ruin of some old fortress, settling down underneath an overhang as it was battered by torrents of rain. Cold and piercing precipitation that sent tremors of cold straight to the core of your being. They’d set up a makeshift awning with her tarps to catch any spare droplets that might worm their way through the cracks in the old stone. There they sat as the darkened land lit up with bright flashes of light, followed by the booming thunder in its wake.

Like swarms of fish the bolts traveled across the sky, rivers of bright white that consumed everything in their path. She’d rolled her eyes at another adventuring story that Sepharim told her about, one involving a dancing orc that she was certain he’d told her about before. But then he’d stopped, staring at her intently, like he was trying to etch her face into his brain.

“Why do you look so sad when you look to the sky? Or is it because we have no fire?” The gryphon’s head tilted, his ears perking up in genuine interest. She didn’t reply but he asked again in a softer voice.

She didn’t know why her armor was slowly eroding. Perhaps it was the countless nights he’d talked to her, or the fact he was here right now. Or perhaps it was even the guilt eating away at her. Regardless it crumbled away with a sigh as she turned to him. With a shaky voice she started to tell him. At least enough to satisfy his question.

“I’m a dragon. One that is trapped within this mortal shell of a creature.”

“And I’m actually a dwarf trapped in a gryphon body. You almost got me for a moment. “His demeanor suddenly broke with a hearty laugh. One that was only silenced with a crackle of lightning.

She scowled as he continued to shake and cackle like a mad man. When he wiped his eyes, she narrowed hers and repeated the declaration without flinching. “I was trying to open up to you.”

Sensing her seriousness, Sepharim pulled back, claw to his chest as he plopped down beside her. “You’re not pulling my wings?”

“No.”

He gasped.

“I’d have thought with a brother of the divine arts that you’d know such things were possible. How’d this surprise you?”

“Brother just had his gift for healing folks and breedin chicks. He never mentioned any form shiftin. Besides. Not like I’ve seen a dragon before.” His eye brow perked. “Still think your trying to pull something.”

“Not in the slightest.” His eyes flicked from her feet to her head, a curious rumble radiating through him.

“So…hows it like being a two legger? Must be awful for one with your prestige.”

“Annoyingly so.” She curled up her legs, winding her arms around them. She then explained the nature of her quest, the part of returning to her normal shape. Sepharim took it in without a word, only one question bubbling up when she’d finished.

“How’d you even get like that? Don’t tell me you turned elf and forgot how to turn back!”

“Course not!” She snapped her fingers as he let out a weak chuckle. “That’s why the runes!” She pinched her skin before his eyes. “They impede my magic.”

“And how’d you get like that?” He squirmed away, like she was going to leap at him. “Still haven’t said.”

Isn’t that the question of the hour.

She got quiet, staring at the water soaked ground just beyond their hiding spot. The orbs were supposed to be permanent. Something to finally do away with her father and his leaders. Yet here she was in the sort of flesh. New life brought on by some crazy accident or miscalculation.

Or was it?

“I don’t know.” She spoke quietly, shivering as she thought to her father’s piercing gaze. “There was darkness all around me…Then I woke up in this body of an elf.”

“So…You took over a girl’s body?” The gryphon’s ears pinned to his head; eyes narrowed faster than she could blink. “And you killed her?” He fluffed up his chest to appear bigger.

“If there was something to be yes. But she was wiped clean before I even came along. I got flashes of places I’d never seen.”

“Ah.” His feathers went down, but his muscles still were tenses. “Just no surprises then. The bonded are wiped clean. Practically zombies when they get out of the magister’s clutches.”

“How do they do it?” She turned to him, interest dripping from her words. “I was not aware mortals even had such magic.”

He shrugged. “Don’t know where they got it. Only know they do.” He gulped, tearing his view off her. “Seen it done before.”

“As in the ritual?”

“No.” He sighed, “The aftereffects.”

“Who.”

It was his turn to not talk, simply sigh and glance off into the blinding light of another lightning bolt. “Another time perhaps. Let me keep things.”

So, she did, letting only the sounds of the forest and the storm overhead fill the silence lingering between them. It was awhile before he even said anything, but he did so with a chirp.

“What kind of name is Emerald Lady anyway? Thought dragons would have better names than that.”

“It’s a title.” She crossed her arms, tossing him a hardened look. “Only dragons get the name of dragons. Your kind gets titles.”

“Your kind?” He chuckled weakly. “How mad should I be right now?”

“Mortals.

“We’re not good enough to get your names?”

“You pass from this plane. It’s far easier to give titles to you. Dragons only make friends with others of our kind.”

“Sounds like you think lowly of us…Mortals.” He fluffed his tail feathers, kneading at the dirt with his claws. “I’ll try to not be too loathsome.”

“We’re immortal. You speak as though that’s not enough.” She chuckled, even as he shifted on his haunches.

“Don’t see you folk running things . Nor your wings dominatin the sky. Seems mighty strange for better beings huh? If you don’t mind me wonderin.”

She knew it was to be true, but his words still stabbed deeper than any talon or spear. Her dreams from the days past bubbled up like a swamp sludge in the back of her mind. She shivered and glanced away from him sheepishly. “Well, they used to. Least when I had my wings.”

“Used to? Far as I remember they haven’t been spoken in hushed whispers for quite some time. If anything, I’d say your people are hiding.” His beak lowered as her head. “How old are you exactly?”

“2000 seasons give or take.” His grating laugh was like sandpaper to her soul.

“Why not just use years? It’s much easier to understand.”

“Old tradition…It sounded…”

“Like you’re making yourself seem older than you are.” Sepharim opened his pouches, pulling out some wrapped packets of grains. “500 huh. Mighty older than I.”

“And you are how old?”

“Oh me? Lady doesn’t give away her age. Would be rather unbecoming.” He winked when she gave him a queer look. “And you said something about darkness? Where you sleepin or something?”

So, she told him about the orb, her dreamlike state and the darkness that had nearly swallowed her whole. When she’d finished that bit she was trembling, practically like a newly hatched wyrmling on it’s first cold night. Not to mention her heart was practically racing.

“More tall tales huh?” He rolled over to his back, wiggling until he got comfortable. “I can do with more tomorrow.”

She just scowled at him. “That’s how you act when I opened up to you?”

“Yup.” He closed his eyes. “Lot to take in, get to processin. Might want to glance away.” His legs splayed on either side, giving her a good look of his more intimate areas. They were large white furred orbs about the size of her hands, placed to the bottom of a plump and furry sheath. Instantly she blushed and scowled harder at his face.

“See if I do it again.”

The gryphon just started snoring.

When she drifted off, the dreams returned to bring back the nightmare from before. Just like come every rest. Every close of her eyes brought nothing but mounds of her kin and the ashes wafting on the air like a rolling fog. Had the golden father she sided against truly been right? Would his version of a bright future for dragon kind have been the right one? She’d awaken with shaking breath, sighing only when she realized she was still alive.

After her slight moment of vulnerability Sepharim seemed to make it his personal duty to capitalize and dig deeper. The gryphon’s questions flowed nonstop as they sailed blissfully amidst the clouds. Over the mountains that sprung like giants he inquired, soared passed snake like rivers of sapphire waters and practically hugged the canopy of wide forests of vibrant viridian. Still he relentlessly battered her with questions. It passed the time and he seemed genuinely curious. Not at all like the rude ball showing feather brain he’d been a few nights prior. Though when she asked him his ears splayed as he didn’t recall it. If he was pretending or not, she didn’t know.

“Too exhausted.” He’d offhandedly mention. “I don’t go flashing my nethers to just anyone.”

Eventually though the mercenary’s tone took a more casual route. One heavily leaning into sarcasm, dripping with annoyance any time she uttered great or glorious. Not to mention he’d poke fun at her people’s faults at every opportunity. One such morning she’d even been ambushed on her way to bathe in a teeth chattering river. Each one began to turn into a tiny thorn, pressed forcefully into her sides each time he opened that onyx beak. Not to mention the smirk he wore upon seeing her displeasure. How she wished to smack it right off him. Especially after the one night they’d caught fish, and she’d accidently burned them over the cracking flames.

“Lets see how you do with these infernal hands.” She’d spat, nearly smacking his furry face. He’d suggested she was more used to servants preforming such tasks. Insisting that it was simply below her station. All this while chuckling away while her cheeks burned.

“So, did ya have scores of servants my scaly highness?” Sepharim had fluffed up his feathers, appearing to change the subject. “Has this gryphon’s back been comfortable for your bottom? Why not sprout your wings and carry us to the wizard’s house? I’ll gladly point the way.”

She’d replied with an icy stare, one that made his eyes seek out the surrounding landscape.

 “Been meaning to ask you. Is your body just laying around like a sleeping princess? Waiting around for some prince dragon or whatever to nuzzle you?” He snapped back to her with a furry brow risen and a happy thump of his tail.

“No.” She’d hissed, The gryphon gaze wandering around her waist, chest. She rolled her eyes as his tail flicked almost as if in amusement. He’d done the same thing upon catching her bathing.

Males.

“Must be very strange. Having all the mammal bits.” He gestured to where her breasts. “Things that harden or shrink depending on the temperature.”

“Quite.” She replied flatly, crossing her arms. “I used to shape shift to forms to spy on my enemies. Or to lounge around. Certain times I felt rather adventurous.” She sighed, recalling the times she’d swam through the sea as a dolphin, blissfully enjoying the natural traits of her people. Though as with everything of late, such thoughts were brimming with cold.

She noticed that the gryphon’s eyes were like specters in the dim light, lacking the lust she expected to be there. Instead there lurked something colder. Buried beneath layers of fur and feathers. When there were quiet moments between the pair during, he’d catch a glance. Hesitantly flicking his ears. Like she was a ghost he’d linger staring in disbelief, and when she pointed it out he’d glance away with nary a word. If pressed, he’d deny it.

One clear night among many they’d settled down to watch the stars, their beautiful twinkling forms lighting up the vast sky. Even the snow sprinkled mountains in the distance looked far more appealing than usual, like a giant zebra of stone and ice. Dragon souls her people had called the stars. Or at least what Bahamut had promised them. Lights to bring beauty to those dragons that’d died. She wondered in a cold mood how many dotted the sky thanks to her. Was her whole race up there? Silently judging the being responsible for their destruction? She’d wound her arms tightly around her chest, fighting off the cold permeating through her bones. Even the fire couldn’t chase away such an all encompassing chill.

It was then Sepharim had asked about his people being slaves, and she casually responded with the truth. Like every night he’d asked questions, her own truthfulness surprising even her. Someone would have surely chastised her for sharing such things with a lowly gryphon. Though when she dwelled on it. Who was left to judge her anyway?

Thanks to me.

He’d clacked his beak at the thought of his feathery brothers and sisters kept for racing. Clad in gilded cages like delightful songbirds. His fur had fluffed up in a hurry, every shooting up in resentment. Through the firelight he looked positively steaming, eyes brimming with yellow fire.

“The nerve of your people!”

She wasn’t put off by his sudden surprise and merely shrugged. “It was the way our great people were. It was what lead to…” She paused, trying to collect her words. “The change.”

His reply was bitter and taught, spittle practically spraying with every word. “You speak mighty lot bout your folks greatness. Your prestige and resplendence. But look around, will you?” He gestured to the darkened tree clad countryside with a wing. “Not a dragon flying anywhere in that sky.”

Her teeth grit, just in time with her fists. As she was about to give him a piece of her mind he continued.

“Not to mention the business with that orb. Quite the grand folks that. Whose tail did ya step on? Did you enchant the wrong lordships son? Daughter?” He gave a throaty chuckle. “Speaks volumes about your kind, be mindful lest they plant talons in your back.” His gaze only hardened as she met his with equal distain. “Or was it the slaves that finally gave what you deserved? Was it the gryphons? Please tell me it was the gryphons.”

She snapped, voice cracking and finger thrust into his beak. “Is this a game to you gryphon?” Her heart throbbed as flames flew from her eyes. “Does my predicament amuse you to no end? Does it warm your pads to see that I was betrayed by the very people I meant to help? Bound to that orb for all of eternity in reward for my good deeds? That get your rocks off?”

Her finger trembled against his onyx beak, eyes finally misting after all this time. “After I’d lost everything else. My family, my siblings, my land, after each one was stripped from me. This was my final reward. One talon plunged into my backside.” She could feel her limbs grow heavier as she released the pain held clos, his splayed ears only lit her fire further. “Now I awake to see my deeds were for nothing. My people have died like the plants after a frost. Mortals feasting on our corpses like flocks of carrion birds! Do you know how empty these skies look?” She thrust towards a low hanging cloud sickeningly in the shape of a rearing dragon. Its cloudy wings outstretched in mockery. “In my time they were teaming with my kind. At least one of us could be around flying, soaring, observing the land that welcomed us. We built cities, towns, libraries for knowledge. All of it squandered and destroyed in the years by the mortals that some us swore to protect. We should have shackled your people in the tightest of chains!” Her arm fell as did the first of her tears, running softly down her cheeks. “If this was the future that I’d seen then I’d have sided with my father.” She gasped for air, voice wavering on collapse. “Anything would have been better than this hallow shell of a land that is left.”

Sepharim said nothing at first, her words hanging on the air like a darkened shroud. His eyes hardened, an ear twitched and the gryphon’s voice broke the silence in a near threatening growl.

“Strange words to be saying to the one flying your behind to the wizard. Even if you’re a dragon in there. Bet walking will take you even longer.” He snorted dismissively. “If you even make it. Lucky if some magister or beast doesn’t get you. Turn you into a slave or an evening meal.”

“I’ve survived on my own before.” She countered, brow wrinkling. Many nights she’d spent training and religiously practicing through her survival skills. She wasn’t the emperor’s favorite for nothing. So, what if she was but an elf? It only brought on some minor complications.

“Another thing dragons are better at?” He rolled his eyes with an irritated chirp.

“Cursed with apparently.” She wiped her cheeks, both their eyes meeting like crossed blades. “If you want to leave then do so. Leave a map where this wizard can be found and rid me of your presence.” She could sense how close he was, ready to make good on that threat. Even the twitch of his tail was like a warning sign, preparing her for his choice. Though her mind screamed at her that this was stupid, that he was far more valuable on her side she didn’t care. Maybe part of her wanted to be killed or wiped away? Finally, to be put out of the misery of living with what’d she’d done.

The dragoness that’d doomed her species to a slow death.

But he didn’t say anything. His claws kneaded the soft ground at an almost snail like pace. “I’ll think it over.” He spat, trotting away from the fire. “Don’t head out far. Dangerous monsters out there.” Then she was alone, his tail vanishing behind a protruding rock.

She recoiled on herself, legs pushed against her chest. Her arms wound around them and hugged tightly. “Why am I even doing this?” She spoke softly, staring into their fire’s dancing flames. Never had she felt so small or insignificant. Like a pebble tossed into a vast sea. It wrapped her up and swallowed her as she continued to sink into a black void. Faces of her people appeared out within the darkened clouds. She didn’t dare look up to their accusing snouts. That was until she spied one by the fire’s edge, a ghostly image of her towering father. His golden eyes locked right onto her, disappointed in her. Whiskers wafting along to a silent dance.

“So much of a promising daughter.” She sighed, sinking her head into her legs. “Not only did I fail you. I failed our people more.” She grabbed a stick, brandishing it like a sword before stabbing the burning logs. Hundreds of tiny motes of light shot up, casting her father away in the swarm of light. She didn’t need any of their looks. Least of all his. Then, like a ruined castle she began to crumble and break. What walls she’d erected to protect herself came tumbling down. It started as a sniff, a misting or her eyes. Like a warrior she tried to resist the coming tide, the aching of her heart. But she wasn’t strong enough. The flood gates released, and she collapsed on herself. Ossai the great dragoness was sobbing.

For countless minutes she silently wailed, not even trying to hide how pathetic she sounded. Un-dragon like some would say in hushed whispers, but they were no longer around to chastise her. She quivered and shook, remembering what good times she had. Dragons no longer around, and the future she helped create. None of it glorious, none of it bright. Nothing but the darkness and death of dragonkind. Soon to be faded and forgotten to the world. When her tears began to dry she gave a final sniff, raising her head to poke the fire and catching Sepharim staring at her from beyond the orange glow.

His ears were splayed, wings pinned to his back. His stance was loose. He didn’t look at her with any menace or hatred, but his eyes were certainly wide and welcoming. He took a hesitant step, unfastening parts of his padded armor before the fire. She looked away, wiping the remaining tears from her cheeks.

“What do you want?” She snapped.

“You’re crying.”

“What detective skills you have.” She stoked the fire as he neared her, like he was trying to avoid caltrops.

“Dragons can do that?”

“Course we can do that. Not just in our true forms. Especially when at our wits end.” She slumped, shrinking as the gryphon strode around her.

“I’m sorry.” He settled down onto his belly with a soft coo. “For poking fun and all.” His talon pivoted on the ground. “Was being rash and hurtful.”

“As was I.” She hissed, “Each day we travel. I see the horrors of my actions. I can see the snouts of my kin, seared into my eyes. All staring at me, silently judging. How’d you feel to know all gryphons were close to extinction because of you?”

He sighed and shifted himself closer. “They’re not entirely extinct. Just because you can’t see them around, doesn’t mean they aren’t there. Once you get your quest sorted you can go lookin. Stories circulate all the time bout them. Sure you can find some clutch or whatever you dragons call a group of you.”

“Clan.”

“Then clan it is.” He hung his head, talon twirling in the dirt. “Can ya forgive a not so polite gryphon?”

She nodded, wiping her cheek a final time. “And you a dragoness sprung to tight?”

It was his turn to nod.

“Though can you not splay your nethers to me anymore?”

“But it makes you blush something awful! “I can do that. Though that was more to tease at you, and I know you gave them a long-” He clamped his beak when she gave him a hardened look. “Just a laugh is all!” He laughed nervously. “Just trying to lighten the mood. Get a smile to grace your cheeks.

“Well it didn’t work.” She composed herself, hands in her lap. “Just makes you look like an uncouth ruffian.” She gave him a smirk, his head tilted with a raised brow, then they burst out laughing as one. It started small and continued to grow until both were out of gasping for breath. “Still flying me there?”

“Course.” He laid down his head, eyes closed and mumbling sleepily. “I made a promise, didn’t I?” Within a heartbeat he was softly snoring. She was left to admire his sleeping form, mixed with an adorable kick of his hind paws.

Maybe his company isn’t all together grating.

When her gaze drifted to the stars, they seemed a tad less empty. His promise something to be hopeful of. Dragons were still out there. She peaked back as he kicked his leg, and a smile sprung to her from ear to ear.

* * * * * * * * * *

With the hurdle of their tension leaped over, their steady pace across the countryside seemed easier. Like a warming hearth had been lit inside the cold house of her heart. They’d crossed the kingdom of Lumara when they saw the signs of autumn. The splattering of green trees invaded by vibrant yellows, oranges and reds. Once lush fields of land had started to fade and recede, ready for winter’s icy claws. The winds started to chill ever more, like little teeth that would nip at her sensitive skin.

Human villages were spread among these fields like rotten stumps, some little more than a sprawling collection of patchwork shacks and others like little forests of thatch and stone. Occasionally she’d spy a stone castle, rising up above the people like a guardian. Instinct quivered inside her, begging to land and perch atop them. Sink her claws as she took in the land, but that was up to Sepharim, and he didn’t make such a choice. He did however get her a cloak when the wind’s bite proved too much, to which she accepted with her draconic dignity. Course her cheeks were burning at the time and her heart was started to canter. She even graced him with a smile. But that was because of the cold wasn’t it?

Often they were pulling out a map that he’d obtained from a village called Gryphon’s pass. Apparently they’d nestled themselves beside a valley filled with gryphon wings. The people had been joyous and happy, sporting numerous feathers around their oversized buildings. Evidently they looked forward to their neighbors, as they had numerous stone perches for gryphons to rest their weary claws. According to the map they were close now to what was called the dragon’s crown of the continent. Shed made a boast about the naming. “There is the proof of our greatness right there? Your people still name things after us. And look. If you squint your eyes hard enough the landmass looks like a dragon.”

“Bahamut?” Sepharim had chuckled, beak nearly stitched to the parchment. He’d tilted his head, eye hovering mere inches over the ink. “Surely you jest. That’s a gryphon.” He pointed to the continent’s wings and head. “For the glory of Portuga!”

They’d bickered back and forth over the topic, agreeing to disagree. Often, Ossai would find herself in these little sparings. She’d ask him how much longer or why he couldn’t push harder. Milk a little more flight out of his wings. Even on the promise of more coins. He refused.

“Who would want to ruin these pretty things?” He’d flashed her his feathery wings, poking at their snow white features. “Sides, if danger wants to be finding us. I’d rather be fresh and ready to pounce. You know, instead of bein all exhausted like.”

“And you think danger will find us?”

“When you do this long as I have, you learn it somehow always does.” He’d chuckled, letting her back onto him with a playful swish of his haunches. “Besides.” He’d offered her a wink, “Didn’t think you’d want to keep riding me. Must be doing something right.” She hadn’t countered him, instead turning crimson as any dragon’s scales.

Days turned to weeks which morphed into months as they traced along the dragon’s spine. A series of mountainous regions overflowing with formations of towering rocks, valleys with life dotted rivers, and scores of multicolored birds. There were so many in such times that it looked like clouds of swarming colors, darting and shifting through the air on a mere whim. Though of all the birds in the sky, Sepharim proved to be the most captivating. His past a mystery, even despite his sharing about his clan and family. Each story she could see the cold permeating in his tone, he was keeping something still.

 When the topic of his old friends were brought up he’d get tight beaked, and quickly change it to something else with a ruffling of his feathers. Each and every time there would be a pained look that would flash before his yellow pools. Like ghosts were still haunting him.

“You know, you made notion of getting to know you better to avoid being lonely.” She said calmly one dusk, already starting to get ready the various bits of timber to light for their fire. They’d found a place high atop a mountain, nestled close to the trees almost so tightly knit that the wooden limbs were like an iron wall. “Yet here we are, and you’ve yet to share.”

He shook his head, feathers ruffling. “Who said I was an open book to peruse through?”

She read his eyes, seeing the trickle of doubt flicker within. Obviously, it was a sensitive topic, especially afterwards he’d go for a quick walk, a heavy sigh always sending him out. Though this night he stayed, his eyes locked onto hers.

“Night after night you ask.” He gleamed at his talons, dragging one through the ground of their camp, startling a nearby squirrel that’d gotten too close. “Why would a lady so high above me, possibly want to take a gander at the life of some lowly gryphon.”

She rolled her eyes as he offered her a chirp. She knew he wasn’t trying to antagonize her. Possibly play with her a little bit. “Humor me then.” She dug into her pack, sifting through it until she found the flint and tinderbox. How much easier this would be when she could change her breath. No more clumsily fumbling around to start a spark.

“Very well.” He grumbled, thumping his tail. His usual jovial tune died as he briefly recounted some previous friend’s lives. He spoke about silly adventurers and escapades, always one step ahead of bandits and mercenaries that were after them. When the fire had started to build, he was laughing, his crowns extended one by one. With him she joined in the laughter, the warmth ever infectious. Like a river the stories flowed easily and rapidly, but then he got quieter, shivering, and staring deeply into the dancing flames. He’d ended with a heavy sigh and shifted his hindquarters, the joy seemingly killed right there. “But those days are gone now.”

“What happened? If your days were filled with such laughter and joy…Why not find more to fill the void?” She met his eyes, a strand connecting the two. They misted and he looked away, insisting that she ask another time. “Very well.” She’d sighed, resting a hand to caress his feathery back.

* * * * * * * * * *

Autumn gave birth to winter as Ossai and Sepharim neared what the gryphon called “the gryphon’s crown.” He’d smirked as she got flustered and smacked him on the back of his feathery neck.

Chilling winds and storms of powdery snow forced them to slow their pace. Luckily, she’d picked up some warmer clothes to clad herself in. Thick padded armor, stitched with thick furs, blankets. Thick boots, a coat of wool with a furred hood. Not to mention a pair of gloves to warm her fingers. For while feathers and fur seemed to do wonders for the gryphon, the cold had bit at her like a pack of hungry wolves. She’d spend the flights with tightened hands through his feathers, teeth chattering as she prayed for their next stop and promises of a warm fire. Shed curse her frail form, teeth chattering and skin practically icing over.

He’d chuckle through the day’s flights about her red cheeks, acting like a parent as he’d insist that she get warm. His concern was touching, more than usually displayed for her. She’d long for her scales and magic during particularly long gusts, winds as if they were trying to batter the poor pair from the sky. But despite this Sepharim pushed himself harder, finding strength in his powerful wings. It was only storms that kept him grounded, while days at a time were lost to the cursed weather. They’d hold up in caves or underhangs during such times, staring angrily as fluttering snow danced around them.

She’d always despised the snow as a dragon, the icy little daggers that ran across her scales. The bite it would give her tail. Its why she’d controlled the weather in her domain. Leave it always warm enough to laze around and enjoy the sun, never having to worry about stupid breezes or ice. Nor this infernal chattering of her teeth.

“How nice would it would be.” Sepharim had chuckled when she shared, chirping away like a happy bird. “Though I was built for the snow I always preferred the more temperate climate.” He’d batted at the flakes coming down like troublesome flies. “Guess another oddity to add to the list. What kind of shindigs would your people get up to during the snow?”

“We hated the snow. At least most of us did.” She’d held out a hand, glaring as the tiny flakes melted against her palm. “It chills through out scales like the sharpest of blades…Unless you’re a silver or white dragon.” She wrinkled her nose at the idea of those pair happily prancing through a blizzard. “The fools.”

“True enough.” He turned to her, one ear bending while the other stood tall. “I wouldn’t mind showing you around the land if you don’t mind following a gryphon’s tail. Bet you’re eager to spread those pretty wings of yours.”

“Trying flattering to get a bigger reward?” She’d countered, straightening her back. Ignoring the rushing blood to her cheeks. “We already agreed on a price.”

He waved her off with a talon. “Yea but that’s to get you there. I’m talking bout after. Besides.” Wasn’t trying to get a bigger reward anyway. You paying plenty.” He laughed with a chirp, she’d smiled.

“Hey you can smile!” His ears perked straight up. “Now ain’t that something. Best we tell the other mortals that be possible?”

She pushed away his beak with a hefty shove. “I smile you dolt. Just because I don’t do it all the time like some sort of daft fool doestn’t mean you need to draw attention to it.” Now her cheeks were blushing without her say so, burning as a pleasing glow fluttered about her chest. He only clicked his tongue, possibly having caught on. To keep him off the scent she poked fun of his feathers and ambitions, not realizing they had scooched closer together. It wasn’t until they’d lost themselves in talk and were next to each other did she notice. She was pressed up right against him. His warmth like a pleasing furnace.

Their eyes met, then traveled to where their bodies met. Awkward laughter bubbled up in both of their chests as they talked about the cold and simply getting warm. They shared a drink that night, sampled on some gathered nuts and berries. As the air filled with a thick cloud of jovial laughter it brought questions to her.

 Could she get this close to a mortal? A gryphon of all things? Often, she’d questioned or laughed at the Bahamut dragons that’d done so. Yet here she was, getting to know this one better. Sharing in laughs, listening to his plights, and enjoying herself. That was new. Was it cause the absence of her kind? Or the kindness he’d shown her? That fuss she’d never had over her. That night had ended with his talon wrapped around her, dragging her in under him. Wings came next to caress her in warmth. She was locked within a feathery prison, her face buried in his chest. His scent stripping away cares. It was the best sleep she’d gotten in the entire trip.

* * * * * * * * *

From then she’d gone hunting with him. Especially during times when they’d not wanted to feast on trail rations or dried meat. You just couldn’t beat the taste of something freshly cleaned and cooked. Though if not for her elven form she might have suggest it be raw. There was something so satisfying ripping apart one’s meal with your own teeth. But this time was something different. Sepharim had noted how close they were to his friend’s house. This would probably be the last meal they shared before her true form, and though she longed to return to normal. She’d accepted this deal. What was another day? This gryphon had grown on her, and she increasingly thought about taking him up on his offer.

They agreed to venison. One of the animals known to the area, and it was easier for him to track. Also, it would give her ample time to sample some spices that they’d picked up from a hamlet along the way. She had to put a rest to his jovial attitude about her skills. That she could cook something when she tried, not burn it like the fish many moons ago. She played it off with casualness, preparing him to eat his taunting words.

The stage had been set for their meal. The fire was already prepared, the veggies had been cut and minced by dagger and talons. They now just needed to catch the venison and get to work. They were out in the surrounding forest, intertwined with the skeletal like trees around them. Sepharim’s muscles were tensed, haunches prepped to launch himself at a moment’s notice. And of course, he was doing a terrible job. One that she pointed out, how she in her true form could be better.

“Your stance is all wrong.” Her fingers tapped at the gryphon’s haunches, pointing to how his hinds were not properly braced in the packed snow. “You’re going to lose some initial burst of speed.”

“And I’m not a dragon.” He snapped back quietly, pressing his beak through a skeleton like structure of a bush. His feathers would keep him relatively hidden, white feathers against pristine snow. They crouched among a winter wonderland of bare trees, thick pines and mounds of beaten down snow.

“Then I suggest you hunt us the meal. Oh right.” He chuckled, ears bouncing. “You’re a two legger. You’d be terrible at it.”

He wasn’t wrong. But damn she wasn’t going to let that stand. She playfully smacked his onyx beak with the back of her hand, setting sights to the snow. “One that knows how to hunt properly. Give me a spear or something. Then we can compare skills.”

“How about you just let me do.” He crouched low, voice getting lower. His haunches wiggled.

“What you doing?”

“Hunting.” He wiggled his hinds, crouching in the snow. His tail flicked over the white powdery, almost signaling his coming pounce. “I found one. You can just disapprove with your silence.”

“I could shout at your ineptitude.”

“Then you won’t get a meal. And not prove that you can cook something.”

Her arms crossed as he chuckled, the air was ripe for a retort most scathing.

“I guess it will be something gryphons aren’t good at. Leave it to a dragon to properly get it one.”

“So, if you don’t mind an inquiry. How’d the previous lady hunt in her true form.” Sepharim started to tentatively crawl, eyes locked onto the furred form of several deer that’d taken stance not that far away. They were tentatively strolling through the leg high snow, stopping to perk their heads around.

“From above for starters.” She sighed, picturing a long morning spent on such a task. It was always something to practice, a carnal want and instinctual need that always sent a rush of adrenaline coursing through her bones. No dragon in the entire world hated it. Came as natural as collecting valuable things. You could even say it was draconic in nature, built into their very blood. She ignored his insistence again that he’d leave her to sit in her “grumpiness” in silence.

“Did you ever hunt gryphon?” The question was tame enough, but it was accompanied with a splayed ear.

Her silence spoke volumes at her time doing such a task. Often it was to test her speed. Some live black dragons loved to do it. Often their favorite prey. “Once or twice.”

He chirped indignantly. “How’d you cook in your true form? Roast it with your fire breath until blackened?”

“No.” her nose twitched as the deer began to crawl closer towards their hiding spot. “I breathed poisonous gas.”

“Wow.” He snickered, “Never heard such a bad breath it can kill ya where ya stand.”

“You know. If you keep up squawking, you’re never going to catch anything.”

“That remains to be seen poison mouth. Perhaps I can chat them to death.”

She glared at him, he chirped and smiled back. “Just get back to hunting.”

“Plan to.” He whispered, gesturing to one smaller one among them. It was walking with a limp. Probably slower, doing them a favor honestly. He sprung like a loosed arrow, flaring his wings to gain a brief burst of speed. His talons outstretched with deadly purpose, snow scattering like sand. The beast tried to run, but Sepharim was too quick. His talons flashed, the buck cried, and in a spray of crimson his prey was down.

He carried the limp corpse back by the scruff of its neck, with a swollen chest and prideful swish of his tail. He looked more like a cat with a catch than a gryphon, and she couldn’t help but chortle in amusement. “You could have done better. “I’d have had that shaved down to a matter of seconds fewer than you. Sloppy, you let it get a few good gallops away.” She coughed, composing herself as he gave her a raised brow.

He replied with a muffled rumble, ears flicking back and forth. Almost as if to say. Well you’re not around to do that are you.

“Now back to the fire so we can get to cleaning it you oversized feline.” She smacked his snow dusted flank. His tail returned the gesture in kind.

They returned to an area they’d cleared of any rocks and scattered debris. It was higher than most of the surrounding land, so that they could see into the distance. Of the treetops and the mountain tops. They’d even spied the cottage of their destination just sitting among a field on the edge of the horizon. Just a muddied blur to her, but the gryphon had insisted that was it. She lit the flames of their roughly cobbled together campfire, of scattered branches and more dry wood. Sepharim dropped the corpse with a sigh, inspecting his sullied feathers all over with a heavy sigh.

“Was bound to happen I suppose.” His feathers drooped.

“It’s only going to get worse.” She laid out a tarp, instructing the gryphon to start working. She pulled out her gleaming knife, blade poised to start cleaning their catch. To the seductive movements of their fire, they cut and sliced sections of the dead buck away, exposing flesh and tendons to the open air. Crimson marred her exposed arms, the surrounding snow, even more clinging to the gryphon’s talons.

She’d separated larger thin chunks and organs into a separate pile, tossing what they’d waste into the bushes for some predator later to nibble clean. By the time they were done, both looked like crude surgeons, Sepharim burst out laughing as silence fell between them.

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“Well. Don’t we look rather gruesome.” His crowns bounced. “Folks take one look and be mortified.”

She just held up an arm in interest. “I always liked having a bit of blood. Really hammers home the intimidation.” She smiled and he stuck out his tongue.

“Dragons.” His eyes rolled. “Next you’ll tell me you’re going to decorating your caves with the heads of your enemies.”

“Sometimes.” She countered, gathering a few sharpened sticks to skewer their meat. “Lets others know you mean business. Especially your rivals.”

“Why stop there? Why not hang their entrails and assorted other bits.” He started licking clean his forelimbs at a steady pace. “Complete that image of a deranged psychopath.”

“Well what would adorn your home? Feathers and twigs? Make one giant nest for all your birds to squish together?”

He stopped to glare at her. “We don’t actually live in nests like birds. I take offense to that!” He fluffed up his feathers, looking like a dandelion about to let loose its seeds.

“Does it have shiny baubles like the ravens like?” She smiled, he deflated and looked away with a single huff. He missed her pulling out the spices to sprinkle about their catch. Just like the recipe he’d insisted on them cooking. One he mentioned was for friends and folks traveling together.

“You can shut your mouth. Go back to burning the buck.”

“I’m not going to burn it!”

The air once filled with cold bite was now consumed with the smell of cooking meat as the sun finally parted from this world. The flames enchanted the area with their orange glow as Ossai rotated the meat, careful not to go about burning it. Sepharim would watch as he cleaned himself, tapping his tail impatiently, even his tail feathers were slowly flicking up and down. It was during such time that she grabbed a non-soiled rag and cleaned her arms. “So, when was the last time you ate this sort of meal?” She gave him an honest smile as he turned to her, eyes a perfect mirror for the dancing flames.

He suddenly stilled, like a cold had gripped him. He looked to her, then to the fire, releasing a heavy sigh. His ear twitched as the light in his eyes dimmed, his crowns lowering one by one until they lay flat. She was going to move on with the subject when he interrupted her.

“With my last companions.”

“The ones you don’t talk about?” She rose a brow, scooching a tad closer as the gryphon shivered. Like a far colder breeze had washed over the camp.

“A bit. Pasts a funny thing to talk about.”

“Didn’t seem that hard with your folks.”  She rotated the meat, sizzling fat dripping down onto the logs.

“This is a tad different. One tends to not try and remember the other part.”

“Then how do you learn from your mistakes?”

He turned his head, ears pinned. “What makes you think I made the mistake?”

Again, silence settled around them. He stared through her, eyes like yellow specters within the firelight. He snapped away, almost as if she’d wounded him. She hadn’t meant to do that. Despite their differences he’d still flown her here. Without realizing it, she’d scooched closer to him. Even rested a hand on his shoulder as he settled down onto his belly. Warmth teased at her fingertips, pulling his attention like a siren’s song.

 “What happened to them?” She turned the meat again, still massaging up his warm feathers. His hinds stirred as she continued her journey, his haunches wiggling. He then began his tale.

“Not going to get to the specifics, but the gist of it was a job went south. You do what you need to do to survive and sometimes things catch up to you.” He kneaded the ground with a talon, drawing thick lines in the dirt.

She nodded, just like she’d paid for her father’s mistakes, and by extension hers.

“Magister’s caught up with us when we neared their land Turns out one of those orange bastards didn’t take too kindly to us making a fool outta them. Even saved a woman destined to be a bonded. Spell flinger brought a few dozen mercenaries to hunt us down. We ran and fought but I never seemed enough. The final nail on the coffin was a betrayal. Either the money was too good or whatnot, a friend turned on us.” His beak seemed to shake as he stared up into the stars. He squeezed shut his eyes, swallowing down a lump in his throat. “Tortured us for days on end.” He guided her hands to a few scars on his chest as he recounted blades being dragged against his hide, needles stabbed into him. “Then they started whippin, did something funny with these little things shaped like a flower. In the end I managed to escape. Killed the bastard responsible but no one else made it.” He sighed and she rubbed around his splayed ear. He may not have been a dragon, but she understood what he was going through.

“And the woman?”

He whined, a mournful thing as he lowered his beak. “Turned into a bonded.Been on my own since.”

“And you decided to visit a magister town after all that?” She pulled his beak towards her. “What logic does that make?”

“Man was dead, was visiting a friend.” He looked away, but not pulling from her touch. “Guess you got lucky I visited. You’d have been snatched up just like her.” His deflecting laughter filled the air as he splayed his furry ears. “But you already you got me bleedin on ya.” He wiped his eyes with a sniff. “Can’t be crying all night and all.” He gave her a fake smile, “Wouldn’t be a good way to remember the dead anyway.”

“Wish I could say the same.” She trailed off, trying her hardest not to picture her nightmares from their journey. Then without warning he leaned up on her. She was about to push him off, but the warmth was comforting. She curled a hand around his ear, rubbing at the base. He cooed softly, eyes slowly closing. “How did you honor the dead?” Her voice was shaky.

“We celebrate their lives more often or not. Hoping they’re joining us in these moments. We have this day where the flights gather to remember those not with us. They bring feathers, catches to be feasted and all sort of decorations. Drinks are drunk, songs are had, and tales are shared if they were still with us.” He plucked up a stick to stoke the fire, sending little fire motes spiraling into the air. “The one thing I miss about gryphon lands. I mean...humans are great and all…It’s just…” He motioned to her. “You’d get that. Must be worse for you.”

When he looked back with kind eyes, she felt a tad colder. “I had my duty to do.” She sighed, shuttering. “And look where it got us.”

“Would you still do it again?” His voice was quiet, but serious.

She remembered the future she saw with burning lands and cracked earth. Violent storms ripping the earth asunder. But without the war being fought there was to be a chance. One where their home wasn’t destroyed. If only she’d been more wise about Bahamut’s followers. Maybe then she’d have been around to guide their shattered peoples in rebuilding alliances. Or maybe that’s what they were afraid of. The emperor’s daughter rebuilding his empire anew. Cold and calculated. One move if she was on the other side she might have made.

“I would.” Her voice shook as she rubbed her fingers. “It had to be done. The world….was breaking. We were breaking.”

“Careful now, make it sound like you’re a person when ya talk like that. Not a regal and powerful dragon.”

“I am still that.” She wrinkled her face and he just smiled.

“Oh. I never insinuated you weren’t.” His wings wiggled. “I bet you were the scaliest, the greenest, and the most regal of all the dragons. Even cooking!”

“See that’s better.” She patted his hide and enjoyed his chirping laughter until even she was leaning on him. “Maybe you’ll be better with words the more you try.”

“So, what were your people really like? The bad dragons and all.”

“Story for another night.” She smirked, drawing a chuckle from him. “I thought it was supposed to be about happy memories, not ones that linger still.”

“I never said it was tonight!” He squawked indignantly. “You must tell me!”

“You tell me about your friends curious gryph. Then you shall loosen my tongue.” The sway of his head made her smirk, sighing as the warm scents washed over them. They stirred her stomach, her mouth water. Damn this gryphon probably knew his stuff. Did it earn him a gleam into her past? Perhaps.

“Fine.” He shook his head, fluffing up feathers. “You manipulative scaled ness. We had three others with me. Some of the thickest friends I’d ever flown with.” He flared out his wings, flashing his talons like swords. “There was Brolvil, the able warrior, clever with two swords and faster with the humor. Wasn’t too bright but that wasn’t the point.” He rose up to all fours, pouncing a few paces and swiping at the air. “Always took things literally, slashed his way through countless foes. Sometimes he scared me with how he laughed and killing troubled him none.”

“Sounds like a true follower of Kord the god of war.”

“Guess they lack the subtlety like demeanor of other god folks.” He paced around the fire, raising his ears, like little knives atop his head. “Then there was Seldanna, an elf of able skill and hand. She wanted to see the world, experience pleasures that life gave her. Make memories that would be carried into her next cycle. You know. Elves believing in reincarnation and all that. Anyway, she never had a lick of meat, but tried to make us all feel guilty about it.” He bounced a few steps, raising his voice as if chastising himself.

“Do you know that one had a family? His name was Ted!” He chuckled weakly, patting a section of the snow with his talons. “Is it bad that I may have ate a bit more gruesomely around her? Just to tick her off? Wondering what story she’d tell next?”

“Possibly?” She found herself laughing, imagining the elf’s scrunched up features.

He sighed, smiling at the fire. “Never did run out of stories she did. Always had a damned new one.”

“Reminds me of a dragoness I knew. Teal of scales and always friendly. Fell in love with her mortal servants and such. Even knew all of them by name! I think she somehow survived off fruit and vegetables.”

“Oh, how your blue blood shows.” He pranced over, nudging at her with his beak. “Its probably not wise to go bragging to someone that’d have been your slave.”

“I was going on about adapting.” She poked the hardened thing. “But if you must know, you’d have been one of my most treasured gems. You have fast wings, pleasant conversation and an attractive coat.” His beak shut suddenly; her own cheeks flared in warmth. Nothing but the fire filled the air. Both looked away from one another until he was laying down beside her once more. He glanced back to her, a little more fondly then she’d have liked. “Not like that!” She pushed his head away, trying to hide the crimson in her cheeks. But this was crazy right? Or maybe it was simply the good cheer. Regardless, her heart was fluttering like crazy. In the recesses of her mind she wondered if he was feeling the same?

“Good!” He laughed, throwing back his head. “Scared me that you’d gone soft! Or developed a taste for gryphons! You know…beyond the food!”

They laughed away the awkwardness, quickly changing the subject to a dragon. One that had found himself on the tail end of her interest. How he’d been confident and sure of himself, a taste far amusing plays and magical experiments. All too much a shame that when the claws came to shove to choose her father over herself. She chuckled, forgetting to mention that she’d cracked his skull open, all in an attempt to hide her involvement with Bahamut from her father.

“Like blue’s huh? All those spines?” He flared up his crowns, trying to snort and act all regal like a dragon. He gave a fake growl. “All rumbly and aggressive?” He sighed, swinging his tail behind her. “Heard some of them nest to the far south of the continent. Might be a good place to look when you’re back to normal.”

Now that was promising. “I guess that would be a place to visit after. I have a vast amount of time to catch up on.”

“Think they will be welcoming of you?”

His question was innocent, but it stopped her fluttering heart. Would they though? Not all dragons could hate her. But would they even recognize her after all this time? Maybe it would be best to not reveal her true name. Simply be another green dragon just wandering around. Give the other dragons ample time to know her before revealing her more divine bloodline. Even then…Maybe not at all. Her thoughts were scattered until Sepharim apologized with a chirp. She’d been silent for quite some time without even realizing it.

“No no no.” She caught his head, pulling it into a hug. She rubbed at the bottom of his jaw until the gryphon’s feathers were all ruffled and his eyes were closed in bliss. “You did nothing wrong. I was just thinking is all. You’re being quite the nice company.”

“Even for a non dragon?” He pulled back with raised ears and a grin.

She frowned and he smirked, non chalantly glancing away with a chuckle.

“Suppose it’s fair. I’m putting up with your snobbishness. Would have driven any good natured folk up the wall.” His brows rose several times, leaning toward her face.

She pushed it back with a hearty laugh. “Others would have been surprised that you picked up the ability to speak!”

Back and forth they jabbed at each other, often ending with wrinkled faces or fluffed feathers. The evening’s aura taking on a warmer tone, even disregarding the fire’s contribution. That was until their meal was ready to be devoured. With ravenous hunger they dug into flesh, smoky flavor’s danced over their tongues. The air was filled with the sound of ripping meat, a clacking beak, and blissful moans of elf and gryphon. One might thing two animals were at work. Little words were shared as the time passed with their happy sounds. Stars sprung into existence, shining bright in the air. A cold wind swept through their rocky camp, whispering sweet sounds through the barren trees. They exchanged pleased looks; she offered her thanks.

Gone were the troubled thoughts of her kin, and the phantom eyes watching her. Free to relax and chat about with the cordial and polite gryphon willing to share an intimate meal. Their conversation ended with them leaned up against one another, and a burp and pleased sigh. He laughed how unlady like that it was. All in all, this had been a good night. One surprise out of many. Who knows? Maybe when she got her true form she would take humanoid form more often? Just to experience said pleasures such as this.

Sepharim glanced to her, beak splattered with running juices of his meal, yellow suns met hers and there was a moment of warmth that passed through the air. He slurped his beak free to clean, picking up his head with twitching ears. Then the sun’s light died, his muscles tensed.

“Something the matter?” She brushed her dagger, practically tasting the tension that hung in that air. It felt like the precarious seconds before a volcanic eruption. A sudden calm before everything came unwinding.

The gryphon went to speak but was drowned out as the ground suddenly cracked and shook. Rivers of stone raced in all directions. It thundered and rumbled, shaking the very ground. Out from this place came not lava but instead a creature of blue armored chitin with insectoid limbs.

It had more than she could count as she slid away from the eruption of stone, mindful to not be trapped by the shifting rocks. She sought cover as the beast erected itself fully, wiggling its arms and scanning the area with blood red eyes, seemingly glowing in the dwindling fire of their camp. Its large bulbous eyes gleamed menacingly in the firelight, unfurling a large hood reminiscent of a cobra. It’s beetle like jaws clicked in a unrecognizable tune as it swished around.

From its back came seemingly thousands of tiny spines, wiggling like forks in the wind. It made contact with the ground, snow melting in its wake. She recognized the beast from years past. This was a Ramoraz, no problem for a fully-grown dragon. But for a body she was in? The beast could swallow her whole and scurry off. Its preferred hunting tactic. She ducked low, not dare moving a muscle as the beast scurried around, its jaws drooling an orange viscous liquid.

What was it even doing here? They are typically ambush predators. Had it been asleep?

She pulled free her blade from her side, finding her arm was trembling. She hadn’t come this far to end up as some stupid insects’ meal! Besides, they had wings! All she had to do was find Sepharim in this mess and take off. Peering over her hiding rock, she scanned the debris laden area for her feathery friend. She found him easily enough, he was hard to miss. The not so great part was his hinds were trapped beneath a pile of stone. Some larger than her head. Curse the damned luck! He was also unmoving, though from being sneaky or unconscious she didn’t know. She’d have to get closer, and that meant risking the Remoraz finding her.

She surged to his side when the insect was furthest from her, slithering about the area like a clicking serpent. She prayed that it’s eyes were bad in the dwindling light as she crossed from rock to rock, her heart practically leaping from her chest.

“Are you awake?” She whispered, running a hand along his feathery hide and kneeling before his head.

“Yes.” He hissed back, tugging his hind leg. “Just leave me woman.” He waved a talon at her. “Otherwise you’re going to wind up ate!”

“Won’t get exactly far on foot.” She repositioned herself, hands on one of the stones trapping him.

“You don’t know that.”

“Yeah?” She grunted, muscles aching from the downward push. In this form she’d be lucky to out pace the creature, which was far better at traversing the rocks. The rock didn’t budge.

“Lady. There’s still a chance.” His voice lowered, watching the Remoraz toss a few rocks around with an insectile hiss. “You’re going to lose it if you stay. I can draw it in, you can run while it’s distracted.”

“That sounds like a suicide.” She glared back at the gryphon.

“I’d like to call it volunteer death .It’s a brief chance or none.”

“What direction is the wizard then?” She pushed again with clenched teeth, muscles screaming.

“Arnt you more important?”

If not for the impending arrival of their chitin clad friend, she might have agreed. “Point is. I need you.” Damn this rock, it wasn’t moving! She did feel it shift as he tugged, but It wouldn’t come free without some semblance of noise alerting the creature. And speak of the devil, the remora snapped to them like lightning, surging over debris with an alien need within its crimson eyes.

“Leave!”

“You keep trying to free yourself. Don’t die under there!” She bolted from their hiding spot, hurling a rock to the towering insect. It thumped against its head, halting it’s charge. Piercing eyes set their gaze on her as if the beast was suddenly contemplating it’s decision. It sprung into action, swiftly hounding her steps with a nightmarish crackle of stone. Rock, dirt and even small trees that laid within its path proved not worthy of stopping it as it sailed straight for her.

Ossai’s legs soon burned as she scampered through the forest, ducking and weaving through trees and lingering bushes. It was all she could do to not yell, chastise herself for this mistake. Once or twice she nearly slipped on a rock hidden under the snow, allowing her pursuer to ever close the gap behind her. Was it worth it? One gryphon’s life over her own? All of this journey coming to an end cause of a slip in judgement?

Of course life is cruel.

This insect was living proof of that! She almost slipped down the side of a rocky cliff when she peaked to see where it was. But at the base of this rocky incline was perhaps her salvation. That of a frozen over lake. Could it support the creature’s weight? She didn’t have long to think before she was sliding down the incline towards it, narrowly missing the insect’s jaws.

Still it pursued her with a determination unaltered. Down the rocks that slid beneath its limbs, hissing and clacking right behind her.

She forced her legs to run when she hit the ground, grunting as pain coursed through her side. She didn’t have time to nurse it, down came the beast seconds after. Its jaws found empty air as her heart leapt from her chest, it’s heavy foot falls clacked on the ice. She could smell its breath, a sickly thing that reminded her of a rotting bog. It was inches from snatching her up. Salvation came in the sound of resounding cracks; the ice could no longer hold. Thunderous lines that spread out in all directions. Before she could cheer her success, it had her, long body snapping at her like a charging cobra.

Its jaws clamped down onto one leg, like a vice. Heat surged forth like a forge. She screamed like a banshee, pain blinding as she was pulled back towards it’s open maw. She could feel the heat licking at her legs. It was going to swallow her. There was another crack as the beast froze, almost as if it where aware of what was to come. This was her chance, she stabbed towards it’s insectile face, blade sinking deep into its eye. It screeched and thrashed like an untamed stallion, and more importantly letting her go. Though none to softly. She fell ten straight feet to the ice, landing with a flash of pain as her leg cracked. But that wasn’t all.

The ice could no longer stand up to the repeated thrashing of her insectile enemy, the frozen lake below it cracking and folding in. One line then many more, welcoming the insect into an icy tomb. It slipped into the water with a mighty splash, legs desperately trying to find hold. But when it tried to cling the ice would fragment, denying its desperate plea for survival. Then it vanished.

With shallow breaths she rested on her back, heart beating faster than a drum. She couldn’t believe her luck. It couldn’t swim, she’d survived! Laughter bubbled up out of her in sheer catharsis. But then like a demon the Remoraz burst free of the water, a talon crashing down beside her. One last desperate plea to survive, but even that was denied it. The ice shattered, dragging Ossai and it down into the icy depths. No time to curse her rotten luck.

She thrashed as icy water swallowed her, filled every bit of her being. Though her body was exhausted, broken, she slowly sank into the blackened waters. This couldn’t be it! Her mind screamed as she desperately tried to get back to the surface. She was the emperor’s daughter! It couldn’t end like this! Darkness soon had her; her lungs close to bursting. Second by second her movements slowed, as a fuzziness clung about her head. She could feel the encroaching cold within her bones, like an unrelenting foe.

How fitting. To escape one darkness and be carried to another one. Far off she heard a possible scream, muffled by her watery prison. Was that Sepharim come to see her final resting spot? She smiled as the waking world slipped through her fingers.

* * * * * * * * * *

Ossai drifted along a twilight sky, with only the cold to brush against her wings. Clouds spiraled beneath them with every flap, the stars guiding her path along the earth she caught in small glimpses. The ivory full moon hung above all the rest, bright and radiant, reaching out to caress everything. Like the goddess Sartren herself was watching down upon her creation.

Rivers and lakes crisscrossed every which way, like tiny vials of spilled ink on a tapestry of muted colors. She caught herself gliding in a mirror like reflection of a giant lake, a heavy sigh escaped her lips. It all had been for nothing. Her betrayal, her resistance, her current plans. She’d just ended up dead. Chills colder than the artic crawled up her claws, digging through flesh to grasp hold the marrow of her bones. She was destined to drift to the heavens and spend the rest of her afterlife as one of the many stars. At least that’s what Bahamut and Sartren had promised. Her questions would never be answered now, for dragons could not be brought back to life. Even with the most powerful of healing magic. Would the ones she betrayed accept her? Forgive her? Or would they look down on her as nothing but a pariah. Forever to be spurned and shunned?

Great scaled claws trembled like a wyrmling as the cold night ate away at her heart. But with a sulk of her neck she was not alone. For among the clouds came another beast that crested through the many clouds. One of platinum scales and draconic eyes of liquid mercury. The moonlight gleamed off the fellow dragon’s scales, revealing a creature at least twice Ossai in size. Her grey membranes rippled on the night air, otherwise being entirely silent. Her frilled head tilted back, single eye staring Ossai up and down as she sprung forth like a dolphin of the sea, tilting a wing and swinging around. This was Bahamut, the goddess of dragons.

There was a saddened look about her, glimmering in the twilight and expressed without a word. Her snout gestured to the sky as if to tell the green dragon to follow. So, she did without question, surging forth and taking her place but a wing’s beat away. They drifted for several seconds, their wingtips almost touching within the night’s embrace.

“Bahamut..For a goddess...” She looked away, unable to meet the eye of the most powerful dragon she knew. “You’re terrible at helping our people. Where you aware your people imprisoned me? Despite the aid I brought them? You may be shattered, but even the might of a god wouldn’t be able to…” She peered back, getting no reply. Just a singular weighty look, and a snort. With a flap of her mighty wings Bahamut led her up through the sky, as if a singular cord were tied around her neck. But then she was stopped, as if by an invisible wall. She could progress no further. Both dragons stopped, hissing at their frustration and taking a hover in the air.

What sorcery was this? Ossai glanced from head to her tail. Why could she not ascend to the heavens? Her eyes traveled back to the goddess of dragons demanding an answer. Bahamut just gestured to the countryside with a throaty chuckle. As if the answer were staring her right in the face. Within the darkened countryside there was a soft glimmer of light. One dot of orange and red among the dark, muted tapestry. The longer she stared the more it grew, until golden light was bursting forth. Like an unending tide to touch and caress everything it could. Muted blacks and greys exploded into all colors as the cold was beaten back by warmth. Stars vanished one by one, replaced by the enchanting blue of a summer’s sky. The clouds began to recede as even Bahamut started to fade. As Ossai struggled to form words to her surprise, draconic roars were heard in the countryside. Her people were not gone. Her name was whispered along the gentle breeze, sounding more and more like her gryphon companion.

Sepharim? She snapped her head from the pleasing images to Bahamut. “Is it not my time?” But when she turned the goddess was gone, and with the next flap of her wings she awoke.

* * * * * * * * * *

Old birch mixed with the lingering scent of a smoke. This apparently was the scent of life that raced into her, gently pushing her awake. Fuzzy images sprang up from her eyes, set to a rippling color of red and orange. She blinked away a thick grogginess as the sounds of a crackling fire came to her ears. She was alive.

She was within a bed, covered with thick blankets of wool and hide in a smallish room. A fireplace sat nearby, flames flickering, dancing and bringing warmth to her bones. The walls were covered with worn, uneven shelves filled with books from different ages. Vials of old ink dotted a weathered, candle covered desk, pages strewn about long forgotten. Hidden among the furniture were assorted baskets of varying things. Some more useful like brewers tools and empty glass bottles for potions, but some puzzling like one devoted to nothing but numerous balls of yarn. She shook her head, hand resting on a small table at her side. Bandages, needles and assorted other medical things were left there. Someone had no doubt mended her wounds.

But who found me? Sepharim?

That couldn’t be right. This cottage was far too small for a gryphon of his size. He wouldn’t be able to fit through the door! Even if he were to rest inside, he would have to at least duck his head. Ossai lifted the sheets off of her, to find her midsection all wrapped in bandages, her leg that’d been broken was splinted with sections of timber and wound with thick bandages. Well whoever found her at least knew to set a leg.

She scowled, tossing the blankets back over her, unable to stare at it for a second longer. Crimson eyes, burning chitin, and the cold claws flashed through her mind. She shivered at how close her quest was to ending.

But it didn’t. She owed whatever did this a lot. More than she’d owned anyone before in a while. Though her father claimed to have loved his children, to save someone at the risk of your own was unheard of in dragon kind. Especially if you could profit from another’s death.

Her stomach squirmed at the notion, like she’d eaten a rotten apple. Her clothing had been stripped clean off, and folded over an old chair close to the fireplace. Her boots lay beside them, like they were resting and enjoying the flames company.

How long have I been here?

She didn’t see any signs of food, any skewers for a humanoid to have eaten, or bowls and plates. She tried to shift but felt weak. She was forced to lay back down, staring at the thatch covered ceiling and ponder her predicament. That was until a resounding clunk sounded through the cabin.

The only door suddenly widened if under the effects of a spell. Large enough for Sepharim to slip through from the snow draped forest behind him. His feathers were dusted with white flakes that he shook free, dragging in a bundle of wood wrapped tight with a leather belt. He dropped it, scanned the room and met her eyes. His ears bolted up faster than his head, smacking right against the roof.

“Lady!” He dropped the bundle with a clatter, practically racing over to her. She had to weakly push away his inquisitive beak when it descended on her. “You’re okay! I’d started to fear the worst!”

Did he save me? She soon was bombarded by numerous questions as the gryphon sat upon his hinds, practically filling the entire room.

“Yes, I’m feeling fine. My head doesn’t ache. My leg feels fine but itchy. I’m warm, I’m not having problems with my breathing.” She had to latch onto his beak just to put an end to them. “I’m fine.” She spoke clearly, staring into his concern filled eyes. Truthfully, she felt endeared that he’d care that much about her. She brushed his cheek and let him go, thankfully not subjected to more questions. “You can stop worrying about me like some sort of hatchling.”

He gave an irritated squawk, eyes drifting to her stomach. “You wouldn’t be saying that if you saw how frightful you looked. Plenty of cuts and a broke leg. Anything but fine. Add that to the cold that had you.” His voice trailed off as the darker meaning was implied, following it with a deep gulp. “But it’s good to see you awake. Been mighty lonesome without you talkin storm.”

“So that’s why you leaped into the icy depths like an utter fool? So that I might fill the air with my delightful voice?”

His ears twitched as he casually glanced away. “Better than dreary silence.Some folk might say thank you.”

“Still it was reckless.” She wagged a finger, tapping his onyx beak. “Stupid, thoughtless, you could have easily gotten yourself killed. You only increased the risk of both of us dying.”

“And yet look how the gods repaid such recklessness. You’re as stubborn as ever!”

“You can’t apply dumb luck to the situation!”

“I certainly can.” He chirped, looking rather proud of himself. He shifted over to the numerous logs, undoing their bindings and pressing one into the fire. He gave a happy trill as she glared at him. “For someone alive you’re doing a lot of fussing about it. Dragons hate being alive do they? I mean, I don’t judge if they do…just odd is all.”

He had her again and he knew it. Curse that smile about him. “Thanks.” She replied in a near whisper.

“What was that?” He leaned back, smile growing further across his beak. “I think I might have hurt my ears something awful.”

She repeated it and he chirped happily, sitting tall with his back nearly straight, ears brushing the ceiling.

“I’d just accept the honest help lady. Let the ones doin the helpin weigh the choices.”

She only weakly nodded, starring at this enigma of a being. So many things she wanted to say to him. How truly grateful she was. Thanks to him her journey hadn’t been ended. She wasn’t in the afterlife, and still had a chance. Or how flush her skin went as he looked at her with such affection. But all she could manage was a weakened. “Yes.”

“Well good. After all this I can get back to changing the bandages. Don’t need your pathetic talons trying to scratch away at them.”

“How long was I out?” She rubbed her temples.

“Three days.” He said, ears splaying. “Verge of death when I found ya. Looking much better now that you got some warmth back in your cheeks.”

“And, where are we?”

“The wizard’s hut.” He held up a talon, waving away her questions. “He’s currently out to get some reagents. His assistant filled me in. House recognized me, spent enough to let us in.”

“Well curse the luck.” It would appear her time was going to be delayed further. Her arms crossed as she glared at the fire. Course how could she complain? Mere days ago the journey was going to end. “All because of an infernal insect!”

“Don’t try to look so happy. Might give people the wrong impression. Like you’re chipper or something.” He settled next to her bed, agile talons removing the bedding and exposing her bandages. “Don’t give me that look.” He rolled his eyes when gave him a sharpened look. “I’ve seen a naked human or two. Elves not that different. Besides, it’s to heal you. Not for me to taking an extended gander at your lady bits.” Without her protest he sliced away the bandages with a single drag of his talon.

The fresh air felt nice, leaving Ossai sighing and sinking into the soft bed. Maybe this wasn’t going to be so…

“Oh, this is going to sting.”

“Can’t be worse than breaking my-“

The gryphon dunked a cloth in a clear liquid, padding at her crusted flesh. Like a volcano had erupted upon her skin everything was on fire.

“By the nine hells!” Her body spasmed, one hand forming like a claw to drag away at his scaly limbs. It was like someone had taken branding irons to each part of her stomach.

“I said it was going to sting!” Caring talons held her firm, ears splaying as she cursed and spat his name like a woman possessed. “Now don’t go sayin things you don’t mean!”

“But I do mean them! When I get to my rightful body you’re going to pay for this gryphon!” She squirmed while pinned, gnashing her teeth. “Unending talks…..ahhhh….about…” A soothing cloth came next, dulling the flames to an uncomfortable heat. Panting in the air she glared at him, regaining what composure she could.

“I’ll risk it. Though makes the mind wonder who went about tending to your wounds?”

He had a point, but she didn’t let him win. “You’re a brave gryphon to inflict such pain on me.”

“I warned you!”

“You said it would sting! Not that it was going to light a fire!”

He snorted, thumping his tail on the ground. “Only brave when I have to force stubborn dragonesses to be healed. What would you have wanted? Infected wounds? Would have been squealing three times worse!

Their eyes met, flames sparked between them, and silence lingered as he maintained his grip. Sepharim looked down for only a moment, sighing and meeting her again. Guilt glittered in those yellow pools. “Ready for more?”

“Already?” She gasped, “I’ll pluck your feathers to the last!”

“But then I’d have a nice coat of dragon scales.” He shifted his talons, resting over another one of her bandages. He glanced back to her, a mournful look about him. He honestly didn’t want to hurt her. “We have to do this. I’ll try to be as gentle like as I can.”

“No doubt another poker in my side. You have the hospitality of…a butcher.”

He sighed. “If it sweetens the deal, I won’t tell the other dragons about this. I’ll tell them how stoic and cold you were. Hardly made a peep.” He gave her a disarming smile that made her heart flutter.

“Just do it. “ She looked away, squeezing shut her eyes. As he said, the sensations repeated. Ossai hissed through the blinding pain that surged through her like a wildfire, but he held firm and held off her attempts to thrash in his caring, vice like grip. She sunk back into the pillows when he was done, voice all ragged and close to failing. Pain was swept away from her as he applied the soothing agent. She thanked him again with nearly a whisper, and again when he leaned his ear to her and asked her to repeat it.

“No problems.” He cheerily chirped, ears twitching as she held his chin. Their eye met and her pain seemed to subside. Replaced with a warm fuzziness in the back of her head.

“No dragons would have done it. Least none I knew anyway.”

“Now you’re telling me I’m better than a dragon?” His feathers ruffled with a chirp. “They say flattery is the way to a woman’s heart.”

“Lets not get that started.” Her head collapsed against a pillow, consciousness almost leaving her. “Whats to eat? I’m starving.”

“Not to much…….. Had a stockpile of dried goods. I’d go hunting but I’d rather not leave you.” He eyed her leg, wiggling his haunches. “For long.”

His concern yet struck another chord with her. Resonating deep in her gut. So, she asked her questions. Though the wizard was out, he had a spirit assistant they conversed with. Its words seemed to run together, speaking with a thick accent she was not aware of. It was tight lipped where the magician had gone, simply insisting that it had been quite some time ago. When pressed further the spectral thing had uttered curses and taken an irritated tone. Words flowing with a punctuated hiss.

Ossai had sat in a silent fury at such a display. How could a person employ such a rude thing? Such a creation that would cause one’s patience to wear so thin? The only thing this assistant gave her was time to heal.

“I’d go for a healer.” Sepharim had glanced down, but she already knew why. His concern for her overrode the rest of it. She doubted he’d search even if she ordered it. Which also infuriated and made her heart swoon. Her first day to the waking world ended with a comforted sigh, the fire’s warmth helping carry her to a restful sleep. One not plagued by images of her father or the lingering guilt of her actions. But instead with being held and pressed close against her feathery savior.

The next few days passed slowly granted she was confined to the bed. Her leg couldn’t be walked on and it infuriated her to no end. Sepharim had been reluctant to leave her side, settling onto the floor when he wasn’t busy with a soft coo. Like he was her stalwart guardian.

Most humans had fear within their hearts as they’d waited on her in the past. Even if she’d made it clear she would not eat them or flay them alive at the drop of her tail. But Sepharim was different. It might have been her unintimidating form, dulling the weakness of his heart, but part of her doubted that. Not with the devotion he showed. Answering any request quickly as he could, always checking on her to ensure her comfort was paramount.

The phrase. “I’m not a hatchling.” Was passed around so often she thought it was going to become the only words that she would speak.

“For right now you are. When you can walk you can start being cross about the treatment.” He’d return with a playful smirk, one she couldn’t help but smile back at.

She’d read all the books in the cottage by the time her leg had started to heal, at least well enough for her to stumble from her bed like a freshly born horse. Sepharim had been swift to be at her side, her fingers finding his plumage to be an adequate grip to help her as shaking legs took every step.

His presence was more charming than she’d have thought. These passing personality growing on her. Often she’d be disappointed at his departure for wood or small provisions, and delight upon his return. When he would hum or trill it would now bring a smile to her face no matter the circumstance. This continued on for several more weaks until she was starting to regain strength in her weakened leg. In which he was of course there to help her as well. Dedicated as any knight.

“You got this.” He’d wrap a wing tightly around her, guiding her shaking steps out the door into the snow. The cold was like a wounded wolf nipping at her leg and causing her joints to ache. She pulled the gryphon tight.

“Trying to steal my feathers already?” He’d rumbled with twitching ears, his playful jab carrying the warmth he’d been sharing of late.

“Keep me out here and I just might!” She smacked his neck, shifting as he walked as her brace back to the bed. Collapsing onto the sheets with a satisfied sigh, she found hisa beak landing right next to her, complimenting her on her speedy recovery. “Not that quick. I can hardly walk.” Her nose wrinkled as he suggested why care about walking when one could fly. She reminded him she couldn’t.

Sepharim wagged a wing inches above her eye.

“That doesn’t count!”

“So.” He rested his neck and head against her chest, “While I have you weak and can’t resist me...tell me about your father.”

She groaned as the gryphon’s light weight and heat made her hands start to caress and scratch his neck. Comforting pleasure radiating from him. “Son of Bahamut, the first dragon.”

He gasped. “Descended from the gods?” He chuckled as his eyelids drifted closed in time with her gentle ministrations. “Leave it to a dragon to come up with a grandiose backstory like that.”

“But its true!” She weakly rested a hand between his ears, ruffling the feathers between them. “I must find out how I escaped my prison. And if my other siblings are doing so.”

“Worried about meeting back up with your brother and sisters? Never hated mine that bad.”

“They could bring about the destruction of this world!”

He just snorted. “Surely you jest.”

Silence fell between them for only a moment as she rubbed the base of his ear. “Well at least you’d be bound beneath draconic claws. He was a very strong believer in our divine right to rule over the lesser races. He’d always go on in a brassy voice, insisting that things needed to be kept the way they were.”

“Sounds like a jerk.” Sepharim sighed, “Maybe your escape was a fluke? Or someone who made the orb was feeling generous.”

“Your theory might have been good if I wasn’t the one who made them.” She was quick to nip that thought in the bud.

“Maybe when you weren’t looking?”

How she wished that to be true. All this worry and concern chalked up to an act of kindness. Mercy finding her amidst the act of betrayal. Her next words came softly, almost lost to the gryphon’s soothing chirps. “I hope so.”

She hugged around his neck, burying her head in softness and warmth. He beat any pillow she had. She drifted off into pleased dreams. Ones filled with her flying high and Sepharim along right by her side. In the distance she saw thousands of dragons soaring in the vast sky. They zipped around one another like a school of fish, happy and trilling like gryphons. Her head tilted as they got closer, an image that truly left her confused.

Images of mortals riding atop of the backs of her people. Not in shackles or bridles like some sort of scaly horse, but together as partners. There were great warbles and roars of happiness as the scaly cloud grew, joined in with the cheers and happy shouts of those they shared their flight with. To her surprise she surged forward, and joined her joyous voice with their own.

* * * * * * * * * *

From frozen hills of shimmering snow and frozen lakes came the long-awaited coming of spring. Crisp air and bone cutting chills, caressed away by the warming earth and gentle breezes. Color burst from every inch once shrouded in all-encompassing white. Vibrant green leaves burst from blackened buds, flowers as red as the passing sun, or lavenders like the coming dusk, sometimes blues of the most enchanting sea, like tiny forests to be feasted upon by butterfly or bee. Animals rose from their winter slumber, frolicking foxes, ducks who danced through the air upon their wings, to the hump back of the camel moose. It’s morning moo becoming a common occurrence to signal the coming day.

Ossai had returned almost to an air of normality, only needing the slightest assistance from her gryphon ward. His assuring chirps and her recovery would bring flush cheeks, warming heart, and butterfly’s within her insides with each passing moment. When they were alone the time would slow, even in silence she could feel her need grow. His head would be laid upon her lap as her hands caressed his head to the sound of his pleased chirps. The entire time they saw no sign of dragons. Save perhaps one morning she thought she’d seen one of her kin soaring high above the mountains. Their silvery scales nearly blending perfectly with that morning’s clouds as they darted towards the sun’s golden halo. One fleeting moment amidst hundreds.

After she healed another month passed them by. Still without the wizard returning to his cottage. Questions started to tease at her mind, her quest whispering words of want and need. Like a caged animal it thrashed to be free. How much longer could she afford to stay here? She’d now wasted three months upon this place. Though yes, she’d enjoyed herself, she had to know. So she’d gathered her frustration and called for the wizard’s spirit in a demanding tone.

“Spirit! Show yourself and tell me when your master will arrive. My time is not some noble’s coin to be wasted. Nor my patience to be tested.”

“And your constant whining won’t conjure him sooner.” The pale faced spirit appeared, looking very much like a ghost. Its near transparent lips curled into a smirk as her eyes narrowed and thrust daggers upon it. “You know, they say your face will stay like that. Course…That might be an improvement.”

“Count the days.” She hissed, her words dripping in ice. “When I return, I shall return for you. Then proceed to tear whatever spell that powers you asunder.”

“Good luck with that knife ears. I won’t hold my breath.” It blinked away with a snap of it’s fingers.

How utterly inferiaing. Without a hint of her burning fire waning she found Sepharim mere minutes later. The gryphon had taken to rolling around a bed of flowers, basking in the afternoon sun like some excited cat. He perked up to greet her with a smile, his cute ears practically bouncing. Without even thinking she returned it.

But she steeled herself, “We need to return and find a magister to question.” She put her foot down. “I cannot spend my time lingering. Despite our journey being a fair one, your contact has not revealed themselves. I must stress upon you my need for my body.”

“You’re in an elven one.” Sepharim had sat on his haunches, giving her a glance up and down. “Some might consider that lucky you have ample time to wait. Not so much if you were in a human one. Darn mayflys they seem like.”

“Yet despite that luck.” Each second I waste is another that something could be amiss. Doesn’t that bother you for one second?”

“Lots of things happen. For instance, If you would go taking this here flower.” He plucked a sunflower at the ring of his folded flowers. Without a hint of resistance from her he placed it within her hair. “You might go and fancy it.”

Her cheeks flushed, even as she crossed her arms. Even through her haze he was still trying to make it difficult for her to be cross with him. “You’re not taking this seriously.”

“Lady, I take lots of things serious. This is one of those be patient times. Sides.” He retreated, placing his haunches back to the ground with an amused chirp. It’s a very long trip back. More so without wings. So unless you want to be heading off on your own…”

“I could make my way back. I’ll let you know that I am most capable of defending myself.” She pointed to her things by the cabin’s door.

He clacked his beak, giving her a cross look. “If you’re so keen on leaving then there would be the matter of my payment.”

“Your friend hasn’t shown themselves.”

“If I recall…The deal was to bring you here…Not that the old man was here.” He fluffed up his wings, putting on a sly smirk. “Call it an unfortunate circumstance.”

She glared daggers at him as he started to stretch his body out like a cat. Like he knew she wasn’t going to be going anywhere. “I doubt you’d let me get an hour from this place before your wings drag you to my side. You’ve a heroic quality that people don’t often have.”

She got an irritated squawk as he trotted around the field, “We could put that to the test. Could let you walk for quite the time. Till your legs grow all so tiresome.” He turned back to her, eyes like steel as the breeze wafted along his fur. “And that doesn’t exactly sound like the grateful person that had a gryphon fly them all the way here.”

“Grateful?” She grit her teeth. “I paid you. That was your job.”

He trotted over, clacking his beak. “And I could have left you right where you was. Right smack in that place crawling with magister folk.”

“And you didn’t.” She met his gaze with her own, sliding ever closer with a finger held accusingly mere inches from his onyx beak. If she had to pry every feather for his reluctance she would. “Why if your fear was so great did you return to that town? To magister territory of all places.” She laughed in her throat, a mocking tone. “If I’d known your bravery could waver at such a drop of the claw, I’d have reconsidered our arrangement.”

“Lie plain as day” He mimicked her expression, his ears lighting up. Lady you didn’t have much options to ya. Without these feathery wings you’d be dead.” He admired one of his talons. “And to be honest I’m rather insulted you think I’m scared of them.”

“Then if you’re not scared of them. Why not return? Because where I’m standing it looks as if you’re trembling as we speak.” She thrust a finger to his onyx beak, not minding as his eyes locked onto her with a steel like quality.

He sighed, taking a deep breath before slipping away from their campfire, moving aside a few stones without a word. His muscles tensed; he kneaded the ground. For a flicker of a moment she thought he might take his leave of her. But he stopped, turned around and what remained of him was more chilling than a winter’s day. He stared back at her with hallow eyes, ones that she knew far too well. Within them weighed the guilt of a thousand souls, ones she saw reflected in her own.

“Sometimes you start off fighting, you snarl, you give a roar of defiance. Hell, you flare your wings and rip apart anyone who dares try to hurt you or your own.” His tail flicked casually behind him. “Then time passes, your beak and talons taste so much blood that it doesn’t bother you none. The gurgled cry of your victims hardly makes you feel a thing.” He squeezed his talons in and out. “But still they come. Unrelenting and forceful. Like the whole place took your defiance as a slight against them.” His eyes drifted to the sky, gazing far out into the endless expanse. “All those miles, fights, deaths. And I’ve never actually left that place.”

“The magisters?”

He nodded without a word. “Then you grow tired, everything goes duller than tarnished steel. I went back one last time.” His feathers visible shivered, his ears twitching like mad. Silence fell between them as the air cooled.

 Suicide? That was his plan? Despite the distance between them her heart throbbed. If he’d the courage to go through with it, her entire existence would have been in question.

“Well wasn’t that utterly foolish of you.” Her arms crossed, tongue as sharp as any sword.

“Excuse me?” He tilted his head. “That’s your response to that?”

“Yup.” She nodded, echoing his words when she’d spilled her guts. She watched as his ears perked up, almost baffled she’d taken that kind of tone. “Throwing your life away. Truly disrespectful to your friends.”

“That was the plan anyway. Never said it was brave or nothing.” He glanced away, head drooping as he paced several yards. Silence fell between them as she looked him up and down. Where once she saw the brave and stoic gryphon, she instead saw a rapidly shrinking and injured bird. Even his feathers seemed less white, more like a lie than anything else. When he glanced back to her his ears splayed, and a desperate plea left his beak. One that pulled tight upon her heartstrings. “Just don’t go back to them. Promise you will do anything else. They’ll just kill you like all the others. Or you’ll wind up as one of their little puppets. You’re much to special to have that happen to ya.”

There was that concern for her again, mixed with that growing affection. Her fuzzy mind was making it harder to maintain her draconic demeanor. Course was concern more for her or himself? Redemption for what happened to his crew? Her heart guided her closer, but she kept her hand in check. Caressing his neck and offering kind words would undo what demand she wanted. Though when she spoke it came much softer, her fire nearly out. “I need my body back. Your wizard has a month before I leave. Cause clearly, he doesn’t think highly of you. Or this is all a joke to him.” Her demeanor broke as he met her eyes. How troubled and caring they appeared to be. Without warning her defiant arm snaked out, cupping at his chin. His brow rose with his ear, possibly perplexed with her actions.

He didn’t reply, instead shying away. So, she asked him again but this time ever louder, pulling his attention onto her.“Agreed.” He sighed, after taking a deep drag of the air.

Internally she sighed. Months had just been shaved off her potential plan. She scratched along his chin, fingers gliding through feathers and pulling out a soft coo. “Most excellent. For a fraction of a second I thought you’d let me actually return by myself.”

“And let you get lost in the countryside? Couldn’t stand that happening.” He weakly smiled, clearly not totally 100 percent on the idea. That was fine though. He had time to think about it.

* * * * * * * * * *

Several weeks raced on by. Days and nights filled with each other’s company. Even the wait for her body didn’t seem so bad. Nor the problems with the orb. It was if they whisked away by the long nights, pleasing days, and the sinfully good sensation of caring feathers pressed close against her.

She’d watch his proud face, admiring the warm glow she found within it. She hadn’t felt this content since dragons of her age. Not since long ago back when things were less hectic. Before the time of her father and Bahamut’s crusade against one another. She could unwind with this one, lovingly tell tales of her spellcraft theories and ideas and he’d listen and off a more grounded approach. Not because he was being forced to, but out of genuine interest shining in his sunflower eyes.

Magic may not have come easily to him, but his honest interest was quite new. Not artificial like others of her house, plotting and weaving to gain the upper claw. No doubt to earn her father’s favor. After all, if they could best his favored daughter they’d be deserving of rewards and the like he’d offer them. Or sire wrymlings to a blood line meant to rule.

Things dragons had fought tooth and claw over. Died over. All in a futile attempt for false power. For when her father came around, what you hung onto shifted to his. Defiance to that meant a demonstration, and that might end in dead. For his will was absolute and unbreakable. The first male that’d tried to win her favor hadn’t impressed her father. He’d revealed his unhonorable plans. She’d been made to crack his skull open in front of the his family. Drive home that sort of idea had no place to his daughter. But this gryphon. Her father would have despised him.

One morning they’d come across a worn oak carriage, pulled by some white colored horses with black spots. The human merchant inside had been fairly polite with Sepharim when they inquired about his destination. Course that could have been because of the seven armed guards he’d kept around with him. Men in gleaming mail and thick padded gambesons. Guards with hardened eyes and tight jaws, like well trained attack dogs ready to spring. Much to their humor they’d learned they were only but a days flight from the cottage.

“What?” Sepharim had sheepishly paced away, ears splayed tight as she chastised him over not getting a healer. He’d issued his apology time and time again, always the defense being that he didn’t want to leave her to go looking. How was he supposed to know a human village had been set up so close to the place. “They sprout up faster than weeds!”

His honesty and concern rubbed away the irritation though, enough for her to catch his jaw and silence his beak with her palm. So instead of further tongue lashed she’d scratched him, insisting that he make it up to her.

So, like that they’d flown to visit the town called Oakberg. Spending nearly all the coin Sepharim had on assorted foods and medicines to restock the cabin. She’d grown tired of simple meals and insisted they pick out some others, and spices to liven them up.They’d spent nearly the entire day gathering up supplies to stash away in his pouches till they were close to bursting. Of course, he couldn’t resist trying to help some back water person. So she wasn’t surprised when he asked if any jobs needed to be done.

The only trouble they found themselves in was in a tavern by the name of the laughing donkey. Ossai had been purchasing some bottles of wine. One muscle clad man with a scared chin had been bragging with his buddies about kobolds being sold into slavery. One that he’d helped and made quite the amount of coin off of. Sepharim had strutted over with a friendly smile, challenging the man to a game of horseshoes they were participating in. She thought at first he was trying to swindle the man out of his money. Instead the gryphon had sliced the man’s coin purse from his side when he wasn’t looking and slid it into Ossai’s palm.

“Won’t notice that till he’s getting the next round.” He whispered with a smile. Gesturing to the door. But the man’s thirst must have risen, cause his hand rested on the gryphon’s shoulder. “Quick drinker that one.” Sepharim had spun round, knocking the man on his ass with an extended wing. They’d fleed with laughter in their throats, good cheer in their spirits, and the gryphon had never looked more handsome.

Back to a crackling fire they’d retired, watching the logs burn ever away, the ashes scattering upwards like little fireflies to a star speckled night sky. They’d leaned on one another, her hand on his chest as a scaly forelimb wrapped around her waist. They’d laughed away at the day’s antics, sides splitting as they recalled the men’s faces over their little trick. Her breaths were coming faster as they spoke in length, her cheeks already burning by the time he was fondly looking at her. The firelight twinkling in his eyes, the drink they’d had. Hands went to the back of his head, playing with his ears as he let out a softened coo.

“Ever hear that your fur looks rather fetching?” He chuckled sweetly, “Or was it your feathers?”

“No. Honestly I can say I haven’t.” She crept closer with reddened cheeks, her heart speeding up. He chirped a loving sound as her skin shivered in loving anticipation. The distance between them shortened as the air seem to fill with enchanting warmth. He nuzzled her, his eyes closed, she returned the gesture with a pleased sigh. She pulled him close, his face to her chest, hers to the top of his head. Tender strokes went down his along his feathery neck as they melted in each other’s embrace. Her eyelids drifted downward as she enjoyed the passing moments, wishing they would never end. With tender care he rose away, but her fingers held onto his face. Their eyes met, a fondness found within those yellow pools that narrowed her world to him. Words failed her but she didn’t need any.

A kiss.

 A gesture that she’d seen mortals do. With horses galloping in her chest she pulled him closer, the only sound between them the shallowness of their excited breaths. She giggled as his crowns started to rise one by one. But right before they pressed beak to lips, the atmosphere was shattered. All by one question not asked by either one of them.

“Now what are you two doing near my house?”

* * * * * * * * * * *

Ossai unwound herself as a disappointed sigh escaped both of them. The disruption had come from a stout looking man, his face wrinkled more than a grape. Leaning heavily on a gnarled staff he looked them up and down with wizened eyes. He lightly brushed his stained greyed robes stained  and adjusted his crumpled hat with a bright green stripe around the middle. “Wait ever a moment.” His hand caressed his chin, rubbing about the heavy stubble about his face. “You’re Croesus!” The man exclaimed with a smile, heartily patting his beer belly. “What drags you to my doorstep after all these years? I havn’t seen you in an elf’s age!”

Croesus?” Ossai turned to the gryph with a raised eye. “I thought it was Sepharim?”

“Code name.” He grinned sheepishly. Just like Green lady isn’t yours.”

“Emerald Lady.”

“Same difference.”

Croesus composed himself, politely laying out what thing they’d gotten up to in the while. The wizard was introduced as Warrick, a fine purveyor and explorer of the mystical arts.

“And look what I found!” The man waved the curious gryphon over to a well-stocked carriage, with bags, crates and even a few kegs filled to the brim with what the man described as “Vintage dwarven ale!” From the oil smeared satchels, he plucked out a gleaming scale the size of his palm, one that rippled with vibrant colors and seemed to set the air around it aglow. “Dragon called smoky had this buried deep within his hoard. Deep within the foggy mountains, overlooking a town he’d claimed. Something about it being his land. Should have seen the trouble we and some dwarfs had to go through to get this. Had to hire a damned thief on the adventure!”

“Just typical isn’t it?” Ossai’s eyes narrowed as the man grinned from ear to ear about his well-planned caper. “Furry, stout little humanoids sneaking up on a dragon to take what’s his?” Without warning her blood had started to warm.

“Oh, don’t give me that look lady elf. This one wasn’t some good aligned beast of the people. This one was killing dwarves left and right. Kicked them outta their caverns years ago.”

“Perhaps it was his land before they wandered in? Hmmm?” She hardened her stance. “Took a nice long nap and found dwarves infesting his land?”

“That’s always the problem though isn’t it?” He waved her off. “Maybe it shouldn’t have taken quite the nap.” Warrick waved her off, extending a hand in greeting. “Croesus hasn’t traveled with friends in quite some time. Not after…”

“I heard about it.” She put an end to his side stepping, at least wanting to spare Croesus the splayed ears and soured thoughts. “Were here for now. To get rid of these runes.” She pulled up one of the sleeves of her arm, showing off the runes. “They impede my magic.”

“Straight to the point hmm? The wizard tapped his chin. “Havn’t even let me unpack my things. “ He gestured to the cart before sliding to her, hands clasping tight her arm. “Rather interesting. His eyes lit with curiosity, grabbing and touching the blackened lines. ‘So how long have you been able to talk? Do they hurt? Can you see better or worse than you did before?”

She answered each question politely but her words grit her teeth the longer she flicked her gaze back to his won treasure. More than once she had to bite her lip from scowling at the man. They needed him after all..

“Fascinating.” The wizard pulled her arm to inches from his eyes, crooked nose practically brushing up against her. “Fine work by them as always.”

“I care not for their craftsmanship. Can you remove them or not?”

Warrick tossed down her arm, instead marching over to Croesus and swinging one arm around his neck. “Croesus, have you seen my pet? I’ve yet to give him his treat!” The wizard’s attention wavered, striding away the inspect the gryphon instead. “And my word. Always a new scar it seems, how many is it this time?”

“Pet, scars?” She followed with clenched fists. “Focus human. I don’t intend to be rude, but it’s an irritating endeavor to be trapped in a useless body.”

“Warrick’s eyes found hers, nodding in agreement. “His name is fluffy. Giant worm thing. Likes to snap. Some might call it a Remoraz. Such a wonderful creature.”

Her and Croesus’ eyes widened as a silence hung between the pair. “That was yours?” She finally blurted, “Have you any clue what that worm tried to do?”

“Give kisses? He loves doing that!”

Croesus rolled his eyes with an irritated chirp. “That’s one way to fucking describe it.”

“It tried to eat me! It broke my leg!” She growled ,thrusting a finger into the wizard’s face.

“He was playing!” Warrick took a step back, laughing nervously.

With a fluff of his feathers Croesus glared at the wizard. “How about we play that way a few rounds?”

“Maybe when I have the energy. Not as much in my old age!” He placed his hands to his waist, glancing around the surrounding area. “Most peculiar. He usually comes running when I return home. When was it you saw him again?”

Before she could announce his death Ossai caught herself. They still needed him after all. Last thing they needed was him getting cross that his glorified pet was dead. There was an uncomfortable silence that lingered between them until she tapped Croesus on the neck with the back of her hand.

“Winter actually.” Croesus coughed. “Around the lake area. Havn’t seen him since.” The gryphon’s tail shifted to the other side.

“Huh.” Warrick tapped his foot. “He’s never been one to go for a swim. Terrible thing for them.”

“Funny thing that.” With a snap of her finger she tried to rein in the conversation. “Perhaps he developed a taste for it in your absence?”

“I suppose so…” Warrick trailed off, gazing off into oblivion. She returned his attention with a snap of her finger and irritated groan. “Oh right. What was it you wanted again? I’m going to be doing quite the unpacking. It could take me almost ten minutes!” The wizard flicked his wrist like a dueling rapier, and turned to his cottage. Wood screeched in the air as it cracked and shifted. Dust billowed from the base in thick clouds. Like a pelican the house lifted up it’s roof and swallowed the cart wheels and all. A flash of a crimson rug was all she could see, like one long tongue .

“There we are.” The wizard dusted his hands. “Quite the work. Always wears me out.” His eyes found Croesus lighting over with glee. “So, what keeps you away for so long?”

The gryphon’s reply was snappy. “You struck me with a firebolt.” He gestured to a mark on his haunches with a wing.

“Oh right!” The mage snapped his fingers, “You deserved it though!”

“I hardly think it was that.”

“Oh really? What was this story?” Ossai crossed her arms.

“One that is overly wrong and doesn’t need repeating.”

The wizard nodded in agreement. “Enough ale passed between our lips for that night anyway. We can forget words said to one another. We were both young and foolish…And adventurous.”

Croesus rolled his eyes, grumbling. “And he shares more than needed.”

“Why are we best friends again?”

“We’re not.” His beak clacked defiantly. “We’re more like acquaintances that don’t kill one another.”

The mage smacked his hip. “See this is why you should visit more! I love these little chats! Did you want tea perhaps? And for the lady?”

“Okay!” Ossai cleaved through the conversation like a woodsman’s axe. “Enough of the banter. Enough of the cart eating house. All I need is the runes removed. Least I can tell that you don’t need to like one another to do it.”

“Untrue.” The wizard held up a finger. “The spell works entirely on the magical friendship that I and the gryphon share.” When she glared at him with daggers he glanced away nervously. “Well obviously someone can’t take a joke.”

“Now’s not the time.” Croesus hissed.

“But she’s being rather rude!” The mage threw up his hands, face wrinkling. “I just got back, and the woman is making demands of me!”

“Because unlike you my patience is not infinite. If you’re not going to aid me then point me in the direction that will. So, can you remove these runes without blathering away?”

“No.” The mage stuck up his head, arms crossing front of his chest. “It requires lots of blathering.”

“Now don’t be hasty now.” Croesus chuckled, curling around the man with an extended wing. “She’s just rather upset and impatient. We traveled a long time to get here, dealt with your pet. You disrupted a ever so pleasant get together. So please. Reconsider the request.”

“I would, but I can’t remove those runes! Unless you count burning them off her skin. But she wouldn’t survive that!”

“Wait why?” She did a double take, staring blankly as he flashed her his palms.

He gave her a tilted head, “Well you see if we apply too much heat to the body…”

“No not that. The rune bit. Why can’t you?”

“Cause its rather complicated?” The man scoffed. “I mean, I’m flattered people think I can do most things, but when you’re talking about removing those runes. That is a magic that is even beyond me. Maybe give me a few dozen more years and I could….but now?” He chuckled in amusement. “I;m no better than an apprentice.”

Sound soon dulled for the dragoness. The clacking of Croesus’ beak withering away into unintelligible noise. Numbness started to change to heat as she spun round, walking off with her eyes wide. They’d wasted time. Almost died and got nothing to show for it. Even as Croesus tried to show his concern it wasn’t enough to stop the coming tide. Pain, anger, frustration all released as her eyes lit with fire.

“If we’d only gone straight for their throat. This wouldn’t have happened!” She struck his beak with her fingertip. “So much time has been wasted. Months, I nearly died. All in this vain attempt. If you’d have just listened to my gut and gone for the throat we wouldn’t be here.”

He stared right back at her, matching her own intensity. “You’re right.” He searched her up and down. “You’d be locked away and experimented on. Or dead. Guess you’d prefer that, though right? Cause what’d I know? I’m just an inferior gryphon!”

“Is your concern just for me or that of redemption for you? Am I just a representation of those you lost? Spare me the noble gryphon act. We have quite the journey ahead of us. To believe four months have been wasted on you.”

“You thought they were wasted?” He shifted from talon to talon, hurt lacing his words. When she didn’t soften or apologize, he hardened.

“I’m not going. Want to die that bad? Find someone else.”

“So, staying here scared then? What about that loyalty?”

“It got you here. To safety.” He snapped, stomping his talon and seemingly setting fire to the air. “Away from those men. Away from their studies and experiments.”

“And yet I’d rather be at risk and getting my scales back. You think what I’ve done in the past was always safe?” She launched mockingly. “Now either help me get my body back or move aside. There will be no time to dawdle. I’ve been distracted for far too long.”

Croesus’ beak opened and closed in silent anger. “There’s the dragoness lord.” He snapped, spinning around so forcefully that he almost struck her with his tail. “And a safe journey to you lady. Try to not wind up dead. Would be a terrible shame to ruin all that beauty.”

“This isn’t even my true form coward!”

“Wasn’t talking about that!”

How dare he-

She stewed in her thoughts by the fire until the morning. Once the sun had risen, she was stashing her things back in her pack. Clothes, rope, food for the road. Sleeping bag and assorted other things. The last item she’d grabbed was the healing kit he’d used to stitch her back together. Where he’d brought her back from the brink. Already her heart was starting to ache.

Enough of that though. She had a quest to complete, and she’d do it with or without feathery aid. With a savage shake of her head she stashed it in with the rest, throwing the pack onto her back and barging out the door.

To think that she had soft thoughts of him. Disarming and welcoming thoughts as she caressed his feathers. Delighted herself on the closeness of his fur. Relaxed to the pleased tones of his joyous laughter. All like bitter poison now. She disregarded the mage as she barreled past him, not waiting for whatever useless drivel was to fly from his lips.

She’d only gotten as far as the tree line when a rustle of wings pulled her around. Croesus had landed with a bumpy trot. His harness all tethered up, armor in its place. His angered demeanor seemed to flow with him like a river as he stomped over to her. His voice was tight as he glared at her. “Hop on. You’re not going alone.”

She smirked. Somehow, she expected this to be the outcome. “What about letting me go alone?”

“Not doing it for not you lady. I’ll get you back to that town but no further. We part ways after that. Regardless of what happens.”

“I can live with that.” She clambered up onto him. Straightening her back when she was fastened in. With a demand he leapt into the air, though grumbling the entire time.

* * ** * * * * * *

“You can stop your worrying. I don’t think they can even see you up at this altitude. You’re fidgeting like a scared little sparrow.” Ossai leaned out from the white gryphon, his feathers ruffling from the chilly wind that wrapped around them. His familiar scent wafted around her as he flicked his wings and carried them over treetops bathed in the setting sun’s blazing light. He swayed to and fro through the air, fraction of inches at a time. Just enough for her to notice and scowl. Like he was testing her patience. Defiantly prodding her with a stick over her decision. One that he continued to mumble or grumble about during bouts of silence, or in their campfire’s glow. She paid them little heed though. Long as he got her back to the town and on the path to get back to her body. She’d find allies that would be willing to help. Ones that wouldn’t shake in their fur over their foes. For a moment she thought it was the mere wind shifting them, but then he peered back to her, his eyes yellow specters in the setting sun.

No…He’s definitely doing it to annoy me. Her brow stitched together as she glanced out to a passing lake, spying their dot of a image drifting along in the tree shadow laced waters.

“How wrong you are lady.” He chuckled calmly with a chirp. “Why ever would I be fidgeting?”

So, this was the way he was going to be.

Her blood started to warm, and not just from the wind’s icy fingers. “Only you can answer that conundrum. Speak plainly gryphon if you’ve a complaint.” She caught his sunflower gaze, those deep eyes as if trying to read her thoughts. For a moment there was silence and her heart throbbed from the momentary harshness she got returned. Especially as she could see a glimmer of tenderness. Most likely a ghost of her own, somewhere deep down. Without warning thoughts of the journey’s nights came bubbling up to her. How they slept next to one another. Blankets draped over one another for warmth. How more than once they’d found themselves pressed up close, she clutching warm feathers with her arms, his wings folded over both of them to create a comforting prison. Even their difference in opinions didn’t matter in this time. Each evening spent in abandoned forts , lush valleys, or stony mountains, seemed oh less lonely with him around. For the warmth is what they told each other, but when they caught each other’s gazes there was silence, and understanding. These moments would be flickering along like the fluttering of a moth’s wings before a lantern. Her cheeks would warm, and he’d glance away.

He drifted towards the outskirts of Steer’s Crossing. Their appearance tugging on her heartstrings. Did she want him around? She brushed it away. Chocking it up to mere nerves.

“Well here we are.” He sounded a tad disappointed as the buildings appeared to rise out of the forest in a manner of wing flaps. “ He found a clearing amidst the growing trees, landing with a bumpy trott, and scattering of a family of chattering squirrels. She asked why the distance away from the town but she already had it figured it out.

Magisters.

“Oh you know human folk.” He laughed in the back of his throat. “Scared by the sound of wings on the air. Best do it proper. That way we don’t spook the daylights out of them.”He helped her off, her legs all wiggly from the trip. She hated to say it, but it was good to be back on the ground. The soft ground beneath her feet, the longer grass brushing against her legs. Relief passed through her lungs that made her eyes widen.

Am I getting used to not flying?

The thought made her shiver. Like cold water poured down her spine. Best she get her body back sooner. Before she started thinking of this body as her own. While she stretched away her skylegs Croesus started to preen non chalantly, pretending to not watch as she went about the grass.

Again her heart throbbed within her chest. Like someone was squeezing it with a hardened claw. Seconds had already started to feel like hours. Was she really going to let him go? After all they’d been through thus far?

“This the part where we go on our different ways then?” She tried to play off her vulnerability by cracking her neck.

He passed her with a flick of his tail. “I’ll take you to the gate. Rather not have you pounced on before you even got to your destination!”

“Sure.” She smiled, resting a hand on his tiger like flank. Perhaps with but a word she could sway him to stay?

“How noble you are. The bravery on display is most notable.” She bowed her head, following in tandem after the not so amused gryphon. Despite his rather somber attitude his continued caring for her was rather touching. Like a loyal knight to his queen. She pressed forward, smiling to herself as he couldn’t but glance at her and guide her through the beaten path to town. She’d already convinced him to come this far. What would it take to get him to go further? She admired his muscular frame, the powerful claws attached.

The ones that plucked you from certain death. He could still be useful in her endeavor. She just had to get him to follow but a tad bit longer. But how to do that? She admired the casual flick of his stripped tail as he cleared his throat.

“Something amiss?” He’d caught her staring at him. Without a hint of hesitation, she turned to him with upmost grace.

“I was contemplating where you’d go after our departure. Where the skills of fair Croesus will find themselves.”

“Uh-huh. Something that couldn’t have been asked the many nights of our return?”

His brow challenged her statement. She’d better put out that knowing glint in his eye. The one that hinted that she might fancy him. As preposterous as that may be. A mighty dragoness courted by a mere mortal gryphon?

Utterly ridiculous. The emperor’s daughter to boot. “It didn’t seem prudent leading up to this moment. But It marches forward ever so quickly. My mind can’t release it. To my growing Ire. You’re nothing more than a distraction. Flickering about with each step.”

He chirped happily, growing a frown from her. “So that’s at least a confirmation that I’m a distraction to you. Not to hard to read between those lines.”

“Nothing of the sort.” She snapped back quickly, trying to rid that growing smirk on his beak of its power. “Trust me. When you’re departed It will be quite the relief off my shoulders.”

“I can’t seem to find it.” He peered around her, searching high and low. “Perhaps I should go ask the servants to go fetch this growing weight?”

“Not a literal one.” She growled, smacking his side. It was within their next stride around a large oak tree did the weathered gate appear in view. How long ago it seemed that she first strolled up to such a place. The drunk guards to greet her. She and Croesus exchanged glances, both clearly not ready for the other to leave. She could see it in the sun reflected in his eye, the caring focus centered squarely on her.

Did she really dread the coming moment? The pit in her heart his absence would bring? Is that why her heart was pounding in her ear, her hands trembling at the thought? Would it break her heart to see him fly away? The only being in this world that’d risked himself for her?

He’s just a gryphon Ossai. Remember that.

But then she saw a reflection of herself within his eyes. A timidness that didn’t befit her. The longer she stayed like that she’d feel the urge to demand that he stay.

“You know.” He coughed, turning away. “Dropping you off on your lonesome isn’t really going to do you any good. You’d right be at square one.”

“True.”

“So, I knew these friends on the outskirts of town. Where I was heading the first time. “

“Go on.” Her arms crossed. Was he going to beat her to it? Her heart nearly skipped at the idea.

“Though she might be rather...” He kneaded the ground. “Cross.”

“How so?” She pulled up his beak, hesitant eyes flicking back and forth.

“Funny story it was. Supposed to get me into the magister keep last time. Instead, met you first. And we know how the plan went from there.”

“So you left her high and dry.”

He nodded.

Oh hell. “And you expect her to help? Even after that?”

“We go way back.” He rubbed his chest with the back of his claw, as if trying to convince himself. “Might take some convincing, but I always do with her.”

Maybe it was her willingness to have him around, or her quickening heart. She agreed and rid her sight of the gate. With an almost literal bounce in her step he brought her back to the clearing. Was it warmer now? Everything seemed to have warmed as she clambered onto his back. With a pleased chirp they were back into the air.

 It wasn’t a long trip above the trees, but it was one that was rather low. He skimmed the treetops with his hinds, following a river through the forest. She could just make out a trodden path that ran along it, beaten with the hooves of many horses. Then there came a smallish house, one with a tan roof. Trees had been cleared around it, a field of flowers before it’s front door. They’d just landed with a series of flaps when the sun had all but drifted below the horizon. They were encased in shadow, but candles were lit from inside, setting a soft glow about the area. They could hear laughter from the backyard. Clearly someone was having a good time.

Before the door was a silvered chime, that whispered like a ghost as they landed and approached. “Let me do the talking.” Croesus stepped in front of her to shield her from view.

“Is she going to be mad at you?”

“Possibly. Just let me get it started alright?”

She nodded, placing her palm on the top of his tail.

“I’d rather start on the right talon. Instead of showing her the pretty face that ruined our plans.”

“Pretty face?” She scoffed, cheeks warming as he chirped. “Lets see if you keep that when I return.”

“Guess we will.” He took a calming breath, then rattled the front door with a series of knocks. “Brenda? Are you in?”

From inside came the resounding crash of a teacup striking the floor. Croesus called out again, in a higher tone than before.

“Yea I heard you!” Came the snarl of a woman as the door came swinging open. Her hair was short, her eyes narrowed, and sweat was dripping down her brow. Her eyes burned with brown fire. She wiped her fingers on a dark green vest, freckles dotting her olivecheeks. “Happy to see you Croesus.” She gestured back towards the door. “As usual you come back into my life and something breaks. So what’s the occasion this time? Magister’s on your tail again? Last suicide mission yet again?”

“Mixture of both?” He said, shrugging with his wings.

“Do you know how hard it was to bribe those people?

“I take it a whole lot?”

Like lightning she surged out and smacked his beak, “Now you come back batting eyes at me? Oh please Brenda help me. I’m a prideful gryphon.”

“I’m not batting my eyes.”

“Pfff.” Her hands went to her hips as she looked the gryphon up and down. “Please, you’re practically glowing with-“ She leaned up, trying to sneak a peak over his shoulder. “So what’s the real reason you’ve come back to town? Don’t tell me it’s to gander at the sights.”

“Silence permeated the air as the gryphon shifted, revealing Ossai to the woman. “I found her. Needed my help.”

“Focken course.” The woman gave Croesus a sly smile. “Find a pretty girl to help. Can’t resist leaping to her rescue. Not everyone needs a protector Croesus.”

“I’m aware of that!” The gryphon puffed up his feathers. “Stop your slanderous tongue. I don’t leap to every fair face’s defense.”

The woman slipped past Croesus as he continued clacking his beak in protest, her finger tracing along gryphon’s sides as she extended a welcoming hand. “Where are my manners? Names Brenda.”

Ossai shook the woman’s hand after giving it a questioning look. “Arenneda”

“Course he doesn’t introduce you first.” Brenda laughed, casting a glance back to the beak half open gryphon. His tail swaying irritating behind him. “Always a rude thing. Once you peel away the layers.”

“Again, with the falsehoods!” He shifted with a resounding chirp. “You sure know how to twist the tales…”

“Woulda been a whole different story if you were the one asking for help.” The woman turned to Ossai, devilishly smirking as Croesus fumed behind her. “Do you know how many times I’ve had to listen to drunken trills? Talons that seem to drift towards my hips by themselves?” Croesus ducked his head, ears pinning to his head.

“Course she mentions that.”

“Far too many to count. Hides that side of him with the noble gryphon act.” She placed a hand to her chest, raising her head.

“Is that so?” Ossai’s wandered to Croesus’ side as the gryphon shifted from paw to paw. “Sadly my interest is not on weither or not his talons would be-“ She sighed, “Groping up by backside. But you knew someone that could take care of these.” She held out her arm, showing off the runes that had plagued her thus far. Even as she stared at them in the dwindling light of the cottage they looked like a poisonous rash.

Brenda’s eyes widened as hands lashed out to grope and prod along her flesh. “Y-You’re a bonded.” She gasped.

Ossai’s eyes rolled. “That is what everyone has been telling me thus far. Quite the inconvenience as you can picture. Until they are removed my magic is useless.” She waved a hand, curling her fingers. “Cannot even call upon the simplest of cantrips.”

“Is that so?” Brenda cupped her chin, rubbing with interest as her gaze traveled from her feet then back again. She hummed her interest, tapping her foot. “That certainly gives me a few ideas.”

“See?” Croesus interjected. “I told you it was a mighty complicated. She had to be protected.” He seemed to smirk, puffing out his chest. “And you were starting to poke ever so much fun at-“

The woman smacked the gryphon’s chest, glaring daggers at him. Before he could even utter a rebuttal, she was snapping her fingers towards the side of her house, her voice like a hiss. “Now be getting out back before someone sees you showing that off. Honestly.For someone trying to be helpsome, you’re doing a piss poor job.”

Ossai smiled and Croesus puffed up his feathers.

“We were doing fine up until the Remoraz!”

Brenda glanced back and forth, and over the gryphon. Like she was searching for something behind them. “Did you even make sure you weren’t followed?”

“Course we did.” Croesus laughed, his ears splaying on either side.

“Just get out back.” She growled, practically slamming the door and bringing life to the chime. Ossai stood silently, waiting for Croesus to break the silence that wrapped around them. The gryphon pinned back his feathers, seemingly trying to find the words.

“Well that went better than expected.”

“That was good for you?” Ossai’s laugh bubbled out her throat as Croesus’ look hardened. “I saw that look. That human has a resentment for you…Lurking just below the surface.”

“Nonsense…Just cross cause of last time.” He rose his head, staring off into the hills with a deep breath.” She might be sour I left her dry but she’s a good-hearted soul. Likes to see the orange blooded creeps scared too. So, don’t get your scales worried. She’ll sort you out fine.”

“And you?” Ossia rose her brow, trying her best to give the gryphon the largest eyes she could muster. “You’re not going to stay any longer?” Her hand rose to catch his beak, gently supporting it in her palms.

The gryphon sighed, taking a step back and lowering his feathers. “Best be heading out. She’ll do ya right. Just you see.” Though he glanced away from her and then back, seemingly captivated by her eyes. His ears flicked with hesitation while her pulse quickened. Did he also doubt his words? His conviction? Despite herself she found herself hoping her did.

She sighed, resting a hand on his side as they began to round the small cottage coated with flowers to a smallish clearing between a ring of thick oak trees and weathered rocks covered in scrawling of colored chalk. It appeared as if someone had gone about cleaving away through any brush and grass to set up a tiny area reserved just for others. Within it was a crackling camp fire set close to a thin table. The orange light casting a warm glow about the area. Vines hung from the cottage’s wooden beams, with colorful flowers resting peacefully. Vanilla wafted along the air like a siren’s song, tugging at more friendlier memories as Croesus’ muscles rippled below her fingertips. There was laughter in the air, along with the familiar faces of August and Mira. Sitting in chairs, nursing tankards and enjoying the flames radiating warmth.

“We’ll I’ll be.” August laughed, curling his arm around Mira. His whiskers practically bouncing. “Here I thought we’d never see your faces again!” He rose his frothy rimmed tankard their way, “Did you get the whole runes thing taken care of miss?”

Ossai shook her head with a sigh as the gryphon’s steps came slower, his eyes narrowed.

“Are you hooked up?” Croesus’ head tilted.

“Caught me!” August laughed, smooching Mira on the cheek.

“This pussy has been all to sweet since you left.” Mira giggled, taking a sip from her tankard.

“It’s true!” August purred, rubbing her back, staring into her eyes. “Should have seen it. Gathered the courage to ask her out on a ride.”

“Then we got caught in the rain.” She countered, tapping his nose till it wiggled. “Sky damn near tried to ruin it! Wetter than the damn river. But.” She sighed, cupping his furred chin. “He was ever so sweet and cute.” She applied a small kiss to him. “Good thing I like wet pussys.”

Well that was enough of that crude joke. Ossai slunk to one of the empty chairs, setting herself within it. The fire’s warmth massaged a sigh from her as she sunk back into the wooden thing. It wasn’t as comfortable as the wizard’s bed, but it would do.

“Congratulations on your coupling.” She shot back, longfully staring at the patiently waiting Croesus. Was he going to leave?

“Well come on then!” August smacked his knee. “Come on Croesus, get to settling in with your lady friend! Tell us all you’ve been up to now and again.” He gave a lustful growl, lifting his eyebrows. “How lonely the road can be.”

“There was none of that.”

“Because no one molests poor, innocent, mercenary gryphons?” Brenda laughed, emerging from the back of the flower decorated rear of their cottage. Within her hands was a wooden tray with assorted meats and cheeses that seemed to glisten in the firelight. “Lucky for you that Bitch is eating for two now.”

Mira gasped. “You call her that?”

“Why not?” Brenda chuckled, casting a lovingly look towards her door. “You love it right?” She gestured to the door frame, where a brown furred wolven hobbled in, dressed in a lacy white dress. Sections were cut into the bottom, her lupine eyes heldd no malice, only a smile about her muzzle and ears perked. She cradled a rounded stomach, clearly pregnant.

“She’s just being cute.” The wolf woman said sweetly, following Brenda to an empty chair.  When the human woman started to fuss and help the wolf smacked aside her hand. “I’m not a child. I can seat myself!”

“Y-you’re pregnant!” Croesus stammered.

“Thanks for noticing.” The wolven laughed, turning to Brenda with a smirk. “And you said he was the smarter one?”

“Right.” Brenda smooched her wife on the snout. “Clearly not classy though.” She in turn offered the food to the others.

Was she really going to just settle down and eat? Ossai’s brow wrinkled as the group started feasting upon their little snacks, laughing about common topics as the weather or people she knew not of. “What can be done about my problem?” She announced clearly, perhaps louder than she intended.

Brenda shrugged, offering her a slice of cheese. “Nothing.”

“Nothing? How can you say that? You’re willing to spring into action for Croesus!” She gestured back to the gryphon. Who was now appearing to back away. “Surely you can pick up from that plan?”

Her eyes rolled practically from her head. “Impatient one ain’t ya.”

“I’ve waited for months. Nearly died. I demand to get my body back.”

“And you can wait a bit longer.” Brenda took a bite, smiling and thanking her “Bitch” for the cheese. “Thing is mrs elf. Things have dried up since his last visit.” Brenda clicked her lips. “Things can’t be done till tomorrow. People need to be told and put into place. Can’t just summon them up like a genie.”

“But that would be wonderful.” The wolven sighed. “Then maybe I wouldn’t have to be carrying this pup.” She rubbed her belly.

“Right?” August took a drink, “Id wish up a whole batch of yarn!”

Mira squealed in a delighted shriek, stabbing Ossai’s ears as the woman cackled like a madman and slumped to the grass.

“We’ll….She’s done.”

“You’re a cat!”

Oh, what foolishness this was. The once dragoness’ eyes narrowed as the group tended to the clearly drunk girl. Even Croesus was itching to leave. She could see it in his squirming. If she was to get him to stay it would have to be now.

And you might not see him again. But it wouldn’t be that bad…Would it? She fidgeted in her seat, remembering the nights they spent with one another. Those delightful evenings where she wasn’t alone, and frankly enjoyed herself.

“So.” Brenda kicked up her feet, sliding off her boots. “You settle in, have some fun. Just be glad no one here is humping the celebration away,

“We could be.” Mira mumbled into the dirt.

“And I should be taking wing.” Croesus flicked his head to the sky. “I was only bringing this one here to you. Promise to keep.”

Brenda was quick to snap at him. “And pass up socializing with your friends? Now doesnt this beat a cave or nest? We got a warm fire, drink, and stories! Don’t tell me you’ve turned into some fun hating bird since we parted!”

“She has you on that one.” Ossai quickly blurted, trying to hide her want. “Got you trapped.” She internally cheered as the gryphon’s ears splayed. He wanted to stay as well.

“Sides, you still got to tell us about your lady friend. Why she made you change your mind on the plan. You least owe me an explanation.”

Croesus glared at the now smirking woman, his ears flicking slightly down.

“What would be one night hmm?” Ossai shrugged, locking eyes with her gryphon protector. “Let this woman have your mind, and I’ll be set come morning to continue on without you.”

The gryphon stared at her for an extended time, silence lingering between them. He broke it with a sigh, slinking over and plopping himself onto his belly. “Fine, you win. I’ll stay the night.”

“Good decision.” She rested a hand onto the base of his neck, internally smiling. “I knew you were smart.”

“YES!” Mira cackled, weakly pushing herself from the ground.

“Knew it!” Brenda smacked her knee. “Now tell us!”

“This is what you wanted isn’t it?” Croesus leaned in, whispering in Ossai’s ear  as the others looked on expectantly.

“Partially. I’d not like to see you in the cold.” She was quick to grab some cheese, smiling to herself as he wiggled ever closer to her. “Maybe I wanted you around longer.”

His crowns suddenly flew up with his perked ears. “Well. If’ I’m staying.” He shot Brenda a smile. “Get me some ale. I’d like to least have a reason to not fly.”

“YAY! Stories!” Mira stood, flopping onto a now cackling August. The cat cradled her in his arms, stroking about her temple.

Brenda rose, kissing at Bitch’s cheek as the wolven sighed at the mention of ale. “Don’t worry dear. When it’s my turn to bear child. Then you can drink all the ale you want.” That drew a loving lick before Brenda slipped into her cottage, returning moments later with a makeshift cup. Like it had been slapped together by a novice sculptor. Though it seemed to have one purpose in mind. It was large enough for the gryphon’s claw.

“They couldn’t conceive cause they both woman.” Mira mimed her hands together, bumping two fists. She giggled with red cheeks. “Got a strong warrior to plough one into her!”

“Mira!” Bitch giggled, waving the girl off. “How much have you had?”

“Not that much! You got strong stuff! Sides, you going to get another strapping man to seed Brenda when it’s her turn?” August covered the girl’s mouth with a loving kiss to her temple.

“Shhhhh.”

“Here. Kept this old bugger in case you came round.” Brenda pressed the makeshift tankard into Croesus’ waiting talons. “Wonder why you even left it.”

“Maybe it would be a reason to return.” He shrugged, sniffing at the drink before dipping a testing tongue. He warbled. “Home brewed?”

“Always.” Brenda smirked. “Seems you never lost the beak for the good stuff.” Her eyes found Ossai, widening at the realization she’d forgotten her. Without a word she dashed back to her cottage, almost tripping on the way out with another tankard held in her hands. She rushed her apology, cheeks burning as she pushed the drink into Ossai’s waiting hands.

Well. She wasn’t going to come closer to her body tonight. Shrugging, Ossai grasped the tankard and sniffed at the red concoction. She was met with a fruity smelling drink of berries and apples wafting along like a pleasurable breeze.

Eventually talk turned into how old she was, where she was from. It started out simple enough, with her fabricating a story of some elven kingdom to the east. Far across the sea. But as the drink went down her gullet, things started to become more truthful. Especially to her age.

“Well. You don’t look a day over 2000.” Brenda whistled. “Gotta tell me how you do it.”

“Magic and lots of patience.” She said flatly, getting crickets chirping through the air. It was Mira who burst out laughing, seizing up on August.

“We’ve been traveling for months. No, we didn’t sleep in the rain, we fought a giant worm. Remorarz it was called. Was rather boring, spent most of the time reading books. Yes, I find him handsome and charming, why wouldn’t I?” Everyone suddenly was agape before they burst out laughing and setting her cheeks aflame. She turned to Croesus, who was just opening and closing his beak, ears splayed. Possibly unsure of what to say.

“I find you fetching.” He laughed, eyes closed and haunches wiggling.

She peered down at her truth drink. She’d said that aloud? “How many of these things have I had?”

“Not a sip of that one.”

“Oh good.”

“But that’s your fourth one.”

“What?” She touched her fuzzy head, well that would account for that. She turned from the gazing eyes of those gathered to Croesus. Who had his ears splayed, a tilt to his head. But those glassy eyes square on her. It was something they’d known right? He’d saved her after all, spent time with her. Cuddled with her in the cold nights, offered a caring wing on numerous occasions? Almost kissed back at the wizard’s cottage. She composed herself with her next breath, though it was far past the time she could hide her cheeks.

“But the baby. We were talking about your mewing pups?”

“No. We were talking about how cute you were together.” Mira’s finger shot between the two. “Gryphon and Elf lady.”

“Now, now, now.” Croesus waved his talon, only inciting the woman to giggle ever further.

“He just wants to save those salacious bits to himself.” Brenda laughed, casting a lewd eye between ossia and the gryphon. Who’d asked they were talking about that.

“Speaking of babies.” Mira leaned back against August, batting her eyes.

“Maybe we talk about such enterprises. When we’re not drunk off our bums?” He purred, stroking at her fair chin.

Thankfully for Ossai and her rapidly beating heart, the talk did change to the coming puppies and what they would be called. Something to distract the others from her momentary weakness. All but Croesus that was. He was still casting glances to her, loving glances she was sure. Not to mention he was getting closer and closer as the night progressed, eventually right up against her. Without thinking she leaned up against his warmer frame, wrapping an arm around it. He was so soft and warm. She rested her head soon upon it.

When the night began to die down and the others departed for sleep, the pair were offered to sleep beneath the stars. They were provided blankets of wool, bristling with colors that must have cost the girl a fortune. Then they were gone, and Ossai was left with Croesus, sitting beside one another with the thousands of stars looking down on them. Like a giant school of twinkling fish.

He wiggled his haunches, wing extending around her as they simply sighed and enjoyed the silence. No retort, no come back, no sly remarks. Just the sound of their breathing and steady heartbeats.

“I didn’t want you to go you know.” She said finally, scratching his fur.

“I know.” He replied softly, wrapping a wing around her. She didn’t even fight it. Was it the drink? “I didn’t want to leave you either. Do..” He lowered his beak. “Really think I’m handsome and charming?”

“Possibly.” She rested a hand on his beak, tracing the surface up to his eyes.

“Cause it’s alright if you do.”

She nodded, cupping his jaw. “Though my father would disapprove of such thoughts.”

“What thoughts are those?” He rumbled, shifting his body so that he was curled around her. “Do tell.”

“The ones that..” She sighed and scratched his chin, trying to keep her pride. “Long for you company. It’s most welcome, more than that. I adore it.”

“Well I find your company most enjoyable as well. Even if you’re being foolish and stubborn.”

“And you’re here why?”

“To make sure that nothing happens to you.” He rose a tender talon to her head, delicately ruffling her hair. “Be a shame if I don’t get to meet the dragoness that has me so intrigued huh? When did this even happen?”

She peered into his yellow eyes, touching upon his very soul. The way he looked back brought little tremors to her heart. Flush skin only got redder as she lovingly caressed his face. No one had ever looked at her like this. So enchanting, honest, not hiding some dark plan beneath the surface. It made her, the daughter of the emperor feel weak for the first time in her life.

“After I leaped into save you? Is that a bit of a cliché?”

“Then you cared for me.” She rubbed at the base of his ear, his cute rumbles almost making her giggle. Or was that the fuzziness of her head? “Among my kind, what you’ve done is unheard of. A dragon would have weighted the risks to their own life, and if they’d profit over my death.”

“But I’m not a dragon.” He chirped, his crown feathers twitching. “And that sounds terrible.”

“It’s how places with power are. I’m sure in your own things are quite similar. No one would have helped me. Or if they did it would have been for some favor. Some reward that I or my father would have granted them. But you.” She cupped his chin, heart aching as she remembered the frightening cold, the thought everything might have been over on that night. “ Words failed her, but he seemed to understand her meaning.

“To be fair, I was growing rather fond of you as well. Interesting girl comes into my life, claims to be a dragon. Think she’s a tad crazy but she sticks around. Figure I stick around and see if her fantastical story has some truth left to it. Possibly if that tail swings around.”

She playfully smacked his beak. “How noble you act. Only to talk about a woman’s tail.

“I didn’t mean it like that.” He quickly added, ears splaying as they locked eyes once again.

Is he nervous? His words came stammering as she watched the stars reflect within his darkened pools.

“What I mean to say. Is are you as stunning as you’ve made yourself to be?” They grew closer as his words lingered in the air. Then, with narry a thought of the consequences she kissed his beak. A soft rumble was his approval and her reward. She stroked his jaw as he scooched ever closer, wrapping her tight with a wing. Pressed up against his chest was heat like a winter’s fire, and as safe as a protective wall. So, she massaged his ears as her heart melted, bringing his head down to nuzzle at her chest. All the while his soft warbles and trills were like music drifting to her ears.

Blame it on the drink or his uplifting affections, the once dragoness felt herself slowly drifting into this gryphon’s chest. When he groped her rear she gasped but didn’t scold him. It was forward and surprising, but she didn’t spur him. Instead she found herself pulling him closer and enjoying the boldness. The softness. She was going to enjoy this night. He tenderly licked her neck, sending shivers down her spine.

He didn’t know this was an intimate gesture among dragons, to leave yourself totally open to you’re mates teeth. A sign of intense trust. Again, and again he subjected her to it, holding her softly within his sharpened talons. She played with his ears, made his eyes close, return the waves of pleasure he was subjecting her to. She gave voice to it with a moan, blushing and hiding it with her hand. He started to go slower as they both giggled, her trembling fingers running through his fur. She sighed in contentment, eyes fluttering.

Croesus fell back with her, claws holding her safe as her world swirled around in a fuzzy blur. From it came his shining yellow eyes, they locked onto hers. Passion swept over them both and tugged firm. Blood ran hot from within, a panting need mimicked in the gentle breath upon her cheek. No words were given but permission implied as she ground back against his muscular form.

With gentile claws he disrobed her, sighing as he set his talons upon her bare waist. He made note of her beauty, softly massaging her skin. It tickled at first, but the emotion conveyed with tiny electric pulses of pleasure.

“You look like an angel. Even without any wings.”

His words only made her want for him grow. she returned such a kind gesture with a kiss, a stroke of his ear

“And how handsome you are as well.” She smirked, “Even if you don’t have any scales. But I’d not go too far.” She cupped his chin, groaning as he stirred their lust with his continued groping of her rear. Both knew he had to be careful. He was a gryphon, she an elf. This body was not made for a male of this size. Patience would be their ally, and the passion would help them along.

She welcomed him with a pleasured moan, one he joined in with a hiss of unbridled bliss. He cooed when they sat, waiting for their bodies to adjust. Lost within each other’s gaze, the tender beatings of their hearts pulsating within each other’s core. With a few dozen kisses and loving chirps they began their intimate rhythm. His adventure seemingly to the core of her being. Painting, moaning as she slowly rocked against him. For a being of such strength he showed so much care, once she was adjusted that was. He steadily met her with lustful groans, his talons nicking her, but the pain was swiftly forgotten on waves of building delight.

The air filled with their lustful scent, trying to not let their passion bring too much noise. Her skin was trembling with fire. Words hardly came but little groans of weakened bliss. Her back arched as their pleasure rose like a boiling pot, his voice joined hers, no longer trying to hide. His ears splayed, the resistance crumbled, and the gryphon pulled her a tad more forcefully. Not enough to hurt, but enough to push the threshold. Warmth shot deep within, her body shook and convulsed as he held firm. And Croesus screeched upon the night wind.

Down the slumped with one another, she upon his chest with his tender claws still holding her steady. The beat of their hearts punctuated by the pulses of their afterglow. She kissed upon his face, he licked hers as they continued to ride out the tiny tremors. He nuzzled her, she kissed him back.

“Thanks for that.” He gasped, pulling her closer as the night wind dragged icy fingers down her exposed back. “You’re incredible…I hadn’t…”

“Same.” She finished, brushing below his eye. “Think nothing of it loyal gryphon.” She mumbled, resting arms through his feathery neck. His limbs locked her against his underside, gently flopping to the side. She was trapped within a fur and feathery prison, but she didn’t care. So, what of her father and tradition, so what he was a lesser creature. She had him, and all that mattered was this moment. With a nuzzle of his chest she began to drift, cradled lovingly within the gryphon’s forelimbs.

* * * * * * * * * *

Ossai woke from her pleasing dreams, trading one realm of warmth and fluttering hearts for another. She found herself held lovingly to Croesus’ underside, his fur pressed to her naked form. Though the air away from him was cool, he proved to be a bulwark against it. Confusion only found her for but a moment, grasping for recollection of the previous night. There had been drinks, songs, certain there was a prancing that resembled dragon’s dancing from the sky. All one big pleasing blur of sensations that had her relaxing in his grasp.

The morning light had just filtered in through the dew glistening leaves, splattering both she and him with light. They’d slept outside, a chill hovering just beyond the comforting shelter of his fur and wings. How long had it been that’d she cuddled like this? Not simple held by another but affectionately protected? Shielded? So comfortable to not worry about being slain by talon or taken advantage of?

His ears flicked casually as he snored, making a smile spring to her lips. Fitting she have one pleasing night, only to awaken to the steady rhythm of his heart. The soft song of a family of birds filled the morning air, she could already tell. Today was going to be a good day. Today was the day she would get her body back.The countless years and months finally put to rest.

Wiggling at the thought she sighed, enjoying what moments she could still have from her feathery prison. Maybe she’d retain this form just to engage in these brief cuddles sessions. Never admit it to anyone else. No need for those other than herself and him know she enjoyed such things. She had an image to maintain. But she could relax here, unjudged and at ease. It wasn’t like she could get the plan in motion. That was the Brenda woman’s job.

“Someones rather happy.” Croesus woke, one eye softly fixating on her. It glistened with the morning light like an enchanted sea of warmth.

“Todays the day.” She replied, wrapping limbs around his and holding him close. “You very well know that.”

“I suppose it is. Nice to see this honied glow about you. That golden flow about your cheeks.” He curled closer, a clever smirk upon his beak. “You did say you were green right? Not a red trying to wiggle free of your scales?”

“No.” She tapped his forepaw, not minding as he held her closer. A single thump of his tail rippled through her. She could rest here all day if she wasn’t so busy. If destiny didn’t have a siren’s song. “Just enjoying the comforting embrace of a most loyal servant.”

“Only a servant now?” He chirped with a sigh. “Didn’t think the divine lowered themselves to fraternize with us mere servants. Especially not what happened…”

She opened and closed her mouth as he wiggled with her, chuckling as her cheeks grew warm. “We’ll…you’re a different sort, aren’t you? Consider yourself above that of your other kin.”

“Hmmmm. Does that mean you’re making excuses for what we did?” He casually flicked his ears, eyes innocently minding a pair of songbirds that flew overhead. When she didn’t reply he gestured to her naked form.

She blushed harder, heart fluttering most delightfully in her chest as their escapades came to the forefront of her mind. They’d enjoyed a carnal pleasure had they not? She was about to deny it, but held her tongue. No sense in ruining what mood was set due to draconic pride. Instead she wiggled into his chest, pulling his forelimbs tighter under her chest. “It was most pleasurable wasn’t it. You did well.”

“Did you mean everything you said?” His eyes pulled her in when he looked down. “About not wanting me to leave?”

She shifted with his grasp hands drifting to his feathery head, guided as if by a string. Caressing his face, she gave a pleased sigh. She wasn’t going to deny him this. “That can be discussed later. It was most..Delightful. You were most delicate.”

“Well, what else you expect. Look at the size of you? Not very pleasure like to break you is it?” He chuckled. “You’re not the first humanoid to ride this gryphon.”

Her nose wrinkled. “That’s not a way to enchant a dragon’s heart.”

“Enchanting it now are I?”

She blushed, he laughed. “Hardly.” Her cheeks flushed and he gave her a knowing look. She knew he wasn’t fooled.

“You’re but a rock to be treasured.”

“A rock?” She chuckled, “Why on earth a rock? Because it’s hard? Is that a gryphon saying?”

“Partially. I thought rock since you were  a dragon…gizzard..” He yawned wide, voice turning into a pleased coo. “You’re ruining it by over thinking.”

“And we’re not lizards you oversized cat.” She freed herself, shivering as the morning air hugged her with chilled arms. “Curse your body.” She sought out her clothes that were half hazardly tossed over a chair. “How warm it is.” She peered back to see that he’d spread his limbs, wagging a talon at her invitingly. Even his wing ruffled.

“Care to return then my Emerald Lady? Always a place for you nestled within.”

“A tantalizing offer to be sure. Especially with how wicked the air is being.” She hissed, slipping on her tunic and trousers.

“You make one enchanting elf.” He clicked his tongue, eyeing her up and down. “Any chance of a repeating last nights festivities?”

Males. She waved him off, though not hiding her blush. “How about I think about it. After I return to full form. Course then it will be you held within my grasp.”

“Now isn’t that a fine prospect.” He yawned again, flipping to his belly and stretching his wing’s wide. “Then I won’t have to carry you around anymore.” He pounced up, a bounce in his paws as he trotted around the clearing. He shook his neck several time, filling the air with a pleased chirp.

“Well. Someone is happy. Almost as much as I.” She smirked, slipping on her boots.

“Amazing what a night with a lovely lady can do. The bounce in your paws it can bring.” He leaped several yards, giving a satisfying groan. “Not to mention I finally get to see what you actually look like.”

“Does it matter?”

“Well not exactly.” He purred, sliding to her side. His crowns had already begun to extend above his head. “But I’m picturing your tail goes on forever. That when you spread your wings even the birds grow quiet at your splendor. Maybe a choir will pick up in your honor? Fill the air with such a pleasing song that all will weep in your majesty. Such is the way with divine beings no?”

She eyed him as he chuckled. “And just like that you ruined it.” She tossed her vest into his face; he threw it to the ground with a snap of his beak. His voice laughing.

“Lucky I didn’t rip it. Then you’d have no shirt to cover yourself with.”

“Certain Brenda would have an extra, not to mention the tongue lashing she’d give you. Maybe a swift kick with a boot.”

“That’s hardly a thing to say to the gryphon that acted as such a lovely bed.” He hobbled over, returning her vest with a chirp.

She thanked him, slipping her arms inside. “Well aren’t you so caring. Try to keep the whole act together when I get off these wretched runes.” She scowled at them, kneeling before a nearby pond of water. How she’d missed it last night she’d never know. It had been dark after all, and better things on her mind. She spied a lazy goldfish casually swimming by. In her hands went, cupping a handful of water to splash against her face. Water dripped from her cheeks, rippling the water below. She was left staring at her elven face. The tired looking eyes of so much time wasted. Lines across her features from unknown deeds.

“Not much longer do I have to gaze upon this flesh.”

“Not that bad though.” Croesus slide next to her, dipping his beak to drink. He chuckled when the fish scattered in all directions. Even snapping at them with his beak. “You could be stuck as something far stranger or grotesque.” He snapped with a clack, beak dripping clear rivers .“Instead you got stuck in that.”

She bid his beak a farewell pat before he went about attaching his armor pieces. She’d helped with the thicker pads of clothing, though caressing his chest softly before she did so. Their eyes met, he chirped, she blushed, and she pressed it to his fur.

“Take it you’ll not help me when you return?” He fastened the last buckle with a smirk, “Too good to help?”

“You think you’re coming with me?” She smirked back, playfully walking away. “What has been rattling between your ears?”

“Oh, was I not?” He tilted his head, following. “A possibility I suppose. Never know with me. I find the idea of seeing the rest of this world with a dragoness is right under my wings.”

“Your wings were telling you that?” She grabbed softly at his joints, kneading them in a way that had pleased chirps flow like water from his beak. “Half bird indeed. I’d argue 75% though, with how easily it is to do that.”

“We’ll see how you feel when your wings are rubbed.” He snapped, tail soon bombarding her with playful smacks.

She chased after him, smacking his hind end. “And we’ll see how you like being assaulted by my tail!”

He simply stopped, turned his beak around and smirked. “And now who’s obsessed with tails darling?” He gave her a wink, his crowns fluttering. The confidence he had, the determination. A tenderness close to bursting. Yeah, she could get used to that.

“I’ll consider bringing you along little gryphon.”

They both laughed in tandem as they strolled across the yard, back towards the cottage with his friends. The air was alive with roasted eggs, sizzingly bacon, and the enchanting scent of maple.

“Oh, that’s a good sign to start the day. If Bitch is making what I think she is. Wait till you try it lady. How it makes dogs sing, humans blush, and gryphons trill their enjoyment.”

“That’ll remain to be seen.” She leaned up to him, the idea of him happily singing as he devowered a meal was humorous to be sure. Though the biggest laugh would be seeing him squeeze his rear end through the doorframe.

She gave him a parting hug, opening the door soon after. The small cottage’s air was thick with those smells from before, enchantingly so. Bitch was over a cooking block in the fireplace. Furniture clung to every corner, covered in candles, tools for various tasks hanging from the walls. There was a simple table with two chairs, and a vase with flowers stuck within them. But as she entered with the question, Brenda came in with an orange robed man at her side.

No weapons were drawn, and the woman looked rather calm. All eyes sharply focused on her in the drop of a hat. The man’s eyes widened, his lips curled into a sneer, and his hand flew up into a cupped shape.

“Magister!” Ossai shouted, spinning on her heals and racing towards Croesus’ protective wings. They flew out to shield her from whatever spell was coming from the human’s lips. Dirt flung beneath foot and talons as they tried to bolt, but the spell caught part of her. Her leg froze mid stride, carrying her face first into the dirt.

“Get the girl!” The man shouted with a growly tone, as a group of warriors adorned in purples and oranges emerged from around the cottage, brandishing various spears and swords.

“Lady!” Croesus leapt to her, grabbing her in his talons. She minded not as he accidently nicked her flesh.

“Nets!” someone shouted as he reared up.

But they were too fast. Gryphon’s wings opened, he pounced to the air, and they shot towards the blue, cloud dotted sky above. They’d never be able to follow there. Croesus got two powerful beats of his wings before a spectral hand of yellow energy smacked them down like an irritating fly.

His limbs wound tightly around her as the gryphon struggled to reorient himself, the ground racing to greet them. They slammed with a shattered cry. Her teeth gritting as they came to a stop.

Dust started to settle as he was left panting. Their enemies not standing idle. They flourished their weapons and advanced with malicious intent.

Up she sprang, finally shaking off the paralysis of that spell. They couldn’t stay here. Croesus seemed to agree, wincing and joining at her side. “So many to catch a gryphon. I’m somewhat flattered.” He chuckled, as the dozen or so humans advanced on them with wicked grins.

They made the first move, stabbing forward with pointed spears, the haft getting snapped by the gryphon’s beak. Before he could escape, Croesus was upon him, tearing out the young man’s throat in a shower of red.

Ossai would have grabbed the discarded weapon but it was not to be. Quick as a charging cobra the yellow hand that’d struck them from the sky descended to grasp her with iron like fingers. She cried as its giant like strength squeezed the air from her lungs. Though she squirmed as it lifted her, it proved too strong as it carried her to its master.

“Hey!” Croesus shouted, ears perking up as he kicked one man into his friends with a jingling chain. “Don’t touch the ladies if they don’t want. That’s rather un gentlemen like!” He chased after her, knocking several humans down, brutally slashing one poor soul across the face.

“You could have left this place.”The robed man emerged from the cottage, holding up his arm as the hand returned to him. He flung back his braided hair, a pleased smile on his weathered lips.

“If I wasn’t stuck mortal. You’d regret this.” She hissed, narrowing her eyes.

“Good thing you are then my dear.” He averted his gaze as three more of the guards cried out in pain. “Can you not handle one gryphon? This is the performance you provide?”

Croesus had leaped up, heavily planting his hinds onto one poor soul’s chest. Crushing the man beneath his bulk, and dispatching another with a flash of his talons. Though one attacker succeeded by landing a glancing stab through the gryphon’s gambeson.

 Though that victory was short lived. Croesus screeched and snatched that man and slammed him to the ground, ending his life with a flash of his beak.

“Don’t flatter me!” Croesus roared, leaping back to avoid an off balanced lunge. Three men advanced on him over the blood and trampled bodies of their brethren. “Only a couple people can handle me. You’re only showing how terrible you are. How embarrassing this must be for you.” Croesus plucked up a discarded shield, hurling it at one poor man like a discus. It struck the man square in the chest, sending the poor fellow flying back several feet onto his back. “And you paid them?” He barked. “Clearly they swindled you.”

“I’m going to have to handle this myself, aren’t I?” The magister growled, heaving his shoulders with a sigh. “Just like everything else.”

Ossai slipped her arm free of the spectral hand, finding purchase on the hilt of her dagger. He was to busy now prepping another spell, hands swirling about the air as he crumbled dirt in the other. Good, his arrogance will be his undoing.

With a pounding heart she drew her blade with a wicked hiss, cutting the man across his unguarded back. His clothes parted, he screamed and fell prone to the blood painted ground. The hand holding her vanished, dropping her ungraciously to the ground. Though her body lit up with pain she smirked as she rose, musing to herself as Croesus finished yet another thug off. The man’s gurgled cry an almost sweet song, but the cries of his reinforcements round the cottage were not.

We have to leave. She kicked the groaning magister with a hardened gaze. Vengeance could be returned another day. She turned to her blood speckled gryphon, a worrying look exchanged between them as she noted not all of it was their enemies.

A crossbow twanged from behind her, bolt soaring past to pierce into Croesus’ side. The gryphon stumbled backwards in a haze as Ossai’s foot snagged something in the grass. Momentum carried her over, once more blessing her to the ground. She tried to recover but found a heavy boot pressed to her back, a blade swiftly kissing her neck.

“Honestly. Couldn’t have done this without me eh?” Brenda’s voice was calm as a storm, yet burning Ossai from within. Wasn’t she supposed to be helping them?

“Brenda?” Croesus stumbled away from a brutish man in plate mail, his greatsword keeping the gryphon at bay. A weighted net was tossed onto him, another arrow pierced his haunches.

“Don’t kill him!” The magister sneered, tossing aside an empty potion bottle, a thin strand of red liquid still inside. “He doesn’t get off that easy!” He slashed his hand, slamming Croesus to the ground with another summoning of his spectral hand. “He gets to be made an example of. After we find out what he knows.”

With a cracking voice Ossia tried to call his name. His pained screeches driving icles into her heart.

She squirmed, grasping at the grass as Brenda pushed harder against her back.

“Oh stop your fussin lady. Only going to bruise yourself.”

“How could you?” Her teeth snarled. “You were his friend!”

“Business is business.” The woman kicked down, knocking the wind from Ossai’s lungs. “Even when an old friends are involved.” With a thwack of a sword hilt, Croesus was silenced, his body falling limp against the ground.

Struggling for breath she gasped out his name, only for the brutish looking man to stride over.  Blood still dripping down his grizzled face, he scowled at her, she sneered at him, and he bashed her head with the hilt of his sword.

* * * * * * * * *

Fuzzy images flashed before Ossai’s fluttering eyes. The world nothing more but fleeting glimpses between bouts of unconsciousness. The near crystal-clear sky of vibrant blue, the viridian trees that pressed in on them from all sides and the fractured whispers of her captors. Thoughts of hers where slim, base line questions concerned with where they were going, and what would become of her. All others slipped from her grasp, drained away with each heavy footstep.

When blackness took her her father sat waiting atop a mountain of skulls. His golden tail thumping as his distain lit the very area around him. Here would end his once treasured daughter. Her quest reignited dwindling and petering out before it had ended. A swift clang of a metal pot put an end to those golden eyes.

“Twas easy. Maybe we should get more money eh?” A loud, gravely voice laughed.

“Wha-?” She shook her head as her dream faded away and colors exploded from the darkness. She was laid flat on the ground, her arms splayed out on either side. Thick grass scratched at her cheek as the air filled with the buzzing of beatles. She took a deep breath, groaning at the thick smell of humans and horses.

“What happened? “She shifted, finding her neck encased in a metal collar and bound to a spike planted in the ground by angry steel chains.

Collar? What happened?

Inquisitive fingers tentatively traced the smooth surface. Recent events came flooding back to her with ever beat of her rapid pulse of her heart. She was outside, chained up in a courtyard with a towering keep of weathered stone staring menacingly down at her. Wooden buildings with thatch roofs were pressed to the sides of the stone walls, each one as menacing as the numerous humans going about their routines.

Men and woman stared as they passed, adorned in gambesons and chainmail. Oranges and purple were strewn about their dress, almost like flowers in a field of dirt. They would flinch or caress the hilts of their weapons, almost suspecting she would leap up at a moment’s notice. Ossai trembled, her only respite granted when she found that she wasn’t the only one chained up.

Croesus was beside her, a blackened chain around his neck and connected to the same spike as she. He was sitting on his haunches, holding his chest with one of his claws. Vigilant eyes watching their captors stroll about the area. Ossai’s eyes lingered on the blood dried and smeared upon his feathers, tracing an icy blade over her heart. As he shifted and thumped his tail she caught numerous wounds that had been stitched up nice and tight. He looked more like a patchwork quilt than a gryphon. She gulped down the worry in her throat, sitting up with a groan.

“Where are we?” She hissed, staring up to the carved stone of the keep. Admiring bastille that adorned the top, their mellitic points glinting in the sunlight. She glared at them. One good shot from those could punch a hole in a dragon’s scales. Possibly even kill them if the humans got lucky.

“We’re nestled deep in their base of operations. Smack dab where you wanted. This place sits overlooking the town of Goldcrest.” Croesus replied, tugging on his chain and giving a soft chirp. “Invitation could use some work. Much too forceful.”

Brenda.

Ossai clenched her fist, her blood starting to burn.

Damn that woman. One evening. One evening I let down my guard. And this is what happened.

She ran her hands along the collar, finding a slot for a key. “I hope that friend of yours keeps Hades company.”

“Hey.” He fluffed up his feathers. “I wanted to leave. This right here? This is your doing.”

“You could have stopped me harder.” She snapped back, “Is there a way your smart beak of yours can pick a lock?”

He wiggled his talons at her. “Talons too big for it.”

“There has to be a trick or something.” She groaned, tugging at the chain. “Some way for us to escape. It just can’t end here. Not betrayed by that human bitch.” She yanked again, but still it didn’t budge. She only got sore hands for her trouble.

“Just relax. No way out of what’s coming. Least until they get what they want.”

“Utterly useless.” She started looking around at the passing guards. Surely one of them had the key for their chains? They just needed to lift it off when they got close. “Why did I even ask for your help anyway?”

“That would be your mistake. Could have done it on your own. Course…less fashionably.” Croesus chirped, head swiveling as a cold breeze washed over them.

“How can you be this calm and collected? Your friend betrayed us to the magisters! Now where chained up and waiting our imminent deaths!”

He clacked his beak in protest. “Yes. I am equipped with eyes. I’m not that blind.” He glared at a few of the passing guard. “And I’m seething. Rest assured that woman and I will have…words.” His head snapped to the heavy thump of an executioner’s axe into a nearby pile of cutting wood. “Course, that’s if we get the chance to have words.” His ears splayed, his hinds fidgeting in the grass. “Never trust anyone. I knew better than this. Figure a pretty face makes me stupid.”

“I don’t think it takes just the pretty face.” She peered all over his fur, looking for his pouches. Anything they could use. If not his talons, maybe he had something else. “Do you have a pin or something hidden in your fur?,I’m not dying here cause your poor taste in friends.”

“Does it look like I do? Maybe hide a pin up my tail? Wasn’t countin on friends selling us out.”

“Okay.” She snapped, thrusting a finger to his beak and glaring into his eyes. “You may have given up, but I haven’t. So, snap of it gryphon. Maybe we make a mock injury and leap at the guards when they come talk to us. Something, anything better than waiting for our deaths.”

“Yea me fight.” He lifted one of his wings, revealing the numerous dull red stitches across his frame. Again, the ice dagger returned, and gave her growing ire pause. He was in clearly no condition to fight. “Did a number on my poor fur and feathers. Guess folks don’t take kindly to slashing up a dozen of their friends.” He winced, pinning his wing down. “Good job stitching me though. I’d kill to see the look on that man’s face.”

Her thoughts for herself drifted away to the wind. Without thinking she tenderly placed a hand to his shoulder, heart aching as he flinched. “Least they didn’t kill you.” Her voice was soft.

“Oh, they definitely tried.” The bird chuckled weakly, trying to shoo her away with his neck. “So, if we get into a scrap its all on you. Just be sure to do all I taught you.”

Her brow rose, “But you didn’t-“

“Dark humor lady.” He weakly smiled, “Hope the afterlife is all it’s cracked up to be.”

She slumped and leaned against him, her plans drifting further from her grasp with each passing breath. She was not strong enough to break free. Even if they did, she doubted Croesus could fly out of here. She’d have to leave him behind if there was any chance of her escape. But how could she just leave him here after their journey? She had to run a hand along his feathers to avoid shaking.

“If you can get out of here. Best just run for the hills. Don’t go looking back for me.”

She massaged his face and neck, pressing his face to her chest.

“Least we’re together before we die.”

“Not me though.” She whispered softly, trying to not shiver round his neck. “I’m to be stripped away. Its utterly rubbish is what it is.”

“Well…Can you grant a dying gryphon one last request?” His ears slowly splayed.

“What is that?”

“Your name.”

“No one gets my name.” She replied swiftly, massing one of his ears.

He looked taken back, gasping and narrowing his eyes. “Really? Even on the brink of death you’re going to hold onto it?”

“It’s a most sacred thing. If I handed out when we thought, we were going to die that would happen a lot.”

“Well screw dying then.” He composed himself, puffing out his chest. “We’re too pretty to die anyway. Sides, if I want to know your name I gotta live.”

“Where was this enthusiasm minutes ago?”

“I thought I’d get your name!” He slowly scanned the keep with his beak. “Just give me an hour or two. Just you wait.”

“Alright you two. Stop your gabbing.”The scratched up face of the knight from before came into view. He had a fresh scar running across his face, one final gift from Croesus. He was dragging a large black horse by it’s leather reins.

“Well if isn’t Rr handsome.” Croesus smiled. “How’s it going?”

The man’s eyes narrowed. “Well enough. Now shut your beak. The inquisitor won’t have time for your drivel.”

“That so?” The gryphon weakly chuckled. “Tell them to take their time. We’re doing quite fine here. Nice breeze, the grass is nice. Was enjoying a lovely back and forth until you walked by.” His ears perked up as he tilted his head to the side. “Did you bring me a snack?” He eyed the horse, licking his beak with a long swipe of his tongue. “You know gryphons love horses.”

“He’s correct you know human.” Ossai joined in, enjoying the utter fury dwelling in this man’s eyes. The red growing in his cheeks. She was expecting them to suddenly sprout steam.

“You can tell her that yourself.” His knuckles turned white as he clenched tight the reins. “I will enjoy the knowledge you’ll be screaming.”

“I doubt your inquisitor can get a little peep.” The gryphon smirked.

Soon as the words left his mouth did a group of soldiers join them. They’d marched from the keep, chests swollen with purpose. Guards surrounded a lithe woman, with pencil thin lips and devilish green eyes. She was adorned in the typical orange and purple robes, but had an opening to show her gambeson and numerous leather pouches. Her coal like hair was held up in a bun, and she looked as though she’d permanently smelled a foul odor.

“As I was saying.” Croesus smiled, eyes quickly darting from swords holstered in sheaths. “What a wonderful and well thought out woman. Would be the light of anyone’s life. My friend and I were simply traveling through. Smugglers by trade. This is all a giant misunderstanding.”

The woman simple crossed her arms, narrowing in disgust. She snapped to Ossai and then back to the gryphon, holding her arm up to silence the whispering of her gathered soldiers. “You think we’d fall for that trick? I’m surprised at you.”

“Shouldn’t be that surprised actually.” Croesus scratched at his chin nonchalantly, “It’s worked dozens of other times. Honestly shocked.” He tilted his head to the side, a curious chirp leaving him. “Did you read Houmac Stonebreakers scroll on interrogation? If so I think you need to grow a beard. You look nothing like a dwarf.”

“What is it you want human?” Ossai was quick to but in, before they decided to execute them right there and then. “My friend has been roughed up by your fellows and is most irate.”

“Irate is a way of delicately putting it lady.” The gryphon stomped a talon. “I’m downright seething. All the way to by tail feathers.” He wiggled his tail feathers. “And they don’t take too kindly to this sort of treatment. Not even an ale-“

“Exactly my point.” She held out her palms. To which the woman simple scowled harder.

“I’m glad you don’t have the crass tongue of your friend. Much more civilized you seem to be.” The woman straightened her back. “I’m Orsola Sav. And you are.” She rolled her hand.

“The Emerald Lady.”

“A title. How interesting. They told me you could talk. I had my skepticisms of course.” She clicked her tongue, strolling around to admire every inch of her. Like she was a prized pig. “Quite fascinating in person.” Satisfied with her look around, Orsola barked orders to the men to separate the pair. “We’ll question them both. Then carry out their sentences.”

None of the men moved. Ossai couldn’t help but snicker, Croesus just grinned to himself. When she barked again, they just squirmed, fidgeting in place.

“Did you hear what he did to the others?” One asked, voice cracking like a puberty stricken teen.

Orsola sighed heavily and placed her palm to her face. “You’re afraid of the bloody gryphon? Look at him!” She pointed out his numerous stitching. “We turned him into a fucking pin cushion. His bones to brittle candy. Grow a gods damned spine men. Or some balls! Are you a man or a child?”

“I don’t know.” Ossai, gave Croesus a sly smile. “I saw him kill at least a dozen soldiers with his mere beak. Didn’t even have to hit that hard with it.” The men simply stared at Croesus’ beak and whimpered. When he clacked it they all backed away with a startled cry.

“See the elf knows! We need even more!”.

Orsola just cursed, gnashing her teeth before shouting out for more soldiers.

Least they were having fun before they were to be slain.

After their reinforcements of at least a dozen soldiers the gathered men did advance on them. Even still their eyes were hesitant, hands practically trembling like scared children. These where who they were afraid of? Ossai watched with a sliver of amusement. Then again, Croesus did slay a lot of them. If only they had seen her in her true form. They’d really have something to dread.

“I’m almost flattered.” Croesus laughed as dozens of hands where upon him, “Did they all teach you to be cowardly gits?”

“If he so much as moves wrong, stab him like a bloody fish.” Orsola sneered as four guards roughly grabbed Ossai, undid her chain and tore her away from the gryphon.

Longfull looks were exchanged by she and Croesus. Her heart painfully stabbed at her chest, whispering that this could possibly be the last look she got. Time froze for but a moment as their souls called desperately out for one another.

 “Don’t you go dying!” She ordered back to him like a commanding general, fighting a tad at the guard’s rough hands upon her shoulder. “Cause I’m not putting up with you haunting me.”

“Who says I’ll haunt you?” He rolled his eyes to Orsola with an angry chirp.” I’ll be nagging at that bitch of all people.”

“Move!” The Orsola demanded, cracking a whip she procured from her belt. Ossai found the strength of her captor’s increase. In fear of her or some magical effect she didn’t know. Though some of the more braver guards cursed under their breaths.

“Now Emerald Lady.” Orsola slid a cruel hand around Ossai’s shoulder, guiding her towards the keep. Her teeth were on full display, menacing white in the sun’s light. “You’re going to tell us all how a bonded can talk. Don’t leave out a single solitary detail.”

Ossai was led into the towering keep. The windows making it more like an imposing monster ready to gobble her up. Musty air flooded her senses as they passed through cracked door, hanging thick in the air like an unwelcome fog. Through the tight stone corridors, they dragged her, their heavy boots resounding off the walls. Candles and unlit torches lined the smooth and polished stone, almost like markers to their destination. One set of thick steps heading down further into the bowels of this place.

The air grew colder when the hit the steps, wrapping around Ossai like an uncomfortable blanket. She shivered as they reached the bottom, her eyes finding bared cells of dark iron. Dried fluids were smeared all over the floor. Blood if she had any guess. No doubt in her mind what happened to the previous occupants of this place. Old tales of misery no doubt. She was practically thrown into a closed room, then shackled with ice like manacles to an uncomfortable and weathered chair. It didn’t even have a cushion. Her captors fanned out to light the candles sprinkled around the room. Orsola took a seat opposite of her at a thick oak table covered in books and glittering trinkets. Breaking the unnerving silence with her voice. Which now was sweet as a bee’s honey.

“You’re quite the anomaly.” Orsola grinned as the guards took statuesque poses behind her.

“You break free and kill poor Yorrick and those buffoons her hired. How that happens still a damned mystery.” She drummed her fingers over the table, “Now what was it? Crack in the creation room? The runes growing weaker? Or maybe…Whatever was in that temple…” The woman fiddled beneath the desk, pulling out a black iron poker. Before Ossai could get a word in, Orsola was prodding at her bare skin. “Was that it?”

She almost growled as the woman continued to list off at least a thousand different ideas on what could have possessed her to head north with what she described as a “fool” of a gryphon. “Nothing more than a mercenary. Did he tell you that? Did he cast a spell on you? Undo the years of conditioning?” The woman set down the poker, pulling free a teal feathered quill to rest at her lips. She began tapping impatiently.

“Are you fini-“ The woman interrupted her yet again. Evidently not.

“I can see what leniency can be done for you.”

“And what leniency can that be?” She snapped. Her hands shaking in irritation. “When I am to rebounded? Wiped away.”

The woman chuckled with a grin. “That outcome could be changed. I’m sure we’d love to know how a bonded broke free. Ensure that it never happens again.” She sighed, eyes looking Ossai up and down. “Such a bad look when our magical weapons break free. You understand naturally.”

“Excuse me if I’m not as invested on the topic.” Her eyes hardened. If she got her way. She’d make certain it never happened again. Course she would wager both of them had far different ways to accomplish that. She’d use her claws and magic, destroy whatever was doing this. After she’d learned how they’d done it of course. She took a calming breath. She better get to work. “But I can tell you how I did it.”

Like an eager child, Orsola leaned to the front of her seat. Her eyes shone with such interest Ossai thought she might start bursting with the questions again. With baited breath the woman tapped her quill, pulling free a journal from a hastily opened drawer.

“Well do go on. I am all ears Miss Lady.”

She cleared her throat, straightening her back and giving the magister a withering glance. “I am a dragoness. Your people would know me as The Emerald Lady. Your magic has me stuck in this mortal shell. Your fool Yorrick stumbled upon my prison. My guardians promptly slew him and his retinue. I’ve been searching for a way to remove these troublesome runes ever since.”

“And….the bonded?” The lady looked taken back, eyes growing wide. “What happened to her?”

“Disappeared into my being. Course, there wasn’t much to weed out. Your magisters had taken care of that.”

“So the spells didn’t wear off…They…”

“Encountered a being more powerful.” She growled, managing to sharpen her eyes to that of a sword.

“Wow.” Her hands dropped, wiping her brow. “A dragoness? Not everyday you hear that excuse.” She scribbled something next onto her paper. “And you’re stuck…Can’t polymorph or anything?”

“Quite.”

“That sounds rather thrilling!”

“It is one of the most teeth grinding experiences of my life.” Could she somehow turn this woman’s interest into something more? She was appearing less and less threatening and more fascinated and intrigued. “If you were to remove these bondings. I would be in your debt…I could offer you…” What did mortals like? Money, magic, power? “Favors.”

“Like more dragon ruins?” Orsola shot up, a smile from ear to ear. “They are quite the fascination for our organization! Magisters might like getting even more power at the behest of their pet dragon!”

What? If she could have lit the air flame with her eyes she’d have done so. “I’d not be one’s pet girl. You’d find yourself in ill company if you referred to me as such.”

The woman waved her off like an ill meaning drunkard, then asked about her trip north. Who else knew of her current form, her allies. Anything else they could use to track people down.

“There is no one else.” She said flatly, tugging at a shackle. Even if she didn’t like Warrick, she wasn’t going to be sending a swarm of mages down his neck. “Are these really necessary? You have your armed guards.” She gestured behind her with a sneer. “Unless they cannot manage a powerless girl in their charge.”

“Yes.” The woman stated with a smile. “Can’t have you beating the tar out of them can we?”

“Hey!” One guard shifted in place. “What makes you think I’d let that happen?”

The second guard gave him a knowing look, making a crack of a whip like motion.

“Besides that, you tit!” He growled, getting silenced by the woman’s bark.

“Silence your wagging tongues. Point is, its for precautions. Even if you’re agreeable. Know how many times that excuse has been used and then my men get ambushed?”

“Far too often?” Ossai grumbled, tugging uselessly at her chains.

“Three. The last one was a bloody halfling that my men were convinced into having second breakfast with.”

“But it was good!”

With but a look of utter contempt the guard shut his trap, a heavy gulp radiating through the room.

As the woman laid the guards out in a cross fashion, Ossai beamed internally. She just had to find the right path and she was set. That was certain. “So, let me get this straight human. For more ruins of my people you will assist in helping me get rid of these runes?”

“Depends on how valuable they are.”

“Without me they’d be lost to time.” She grinned, meeting the woman’s gaze. “Maybe another faction will find them? Upsur you and your colleges. What you and the rest are doing.” She beamed from ear to ear. “Never ends well for the loser.”

“Speak dragon.”

She wagged a finger as the woman eyed her. Her jovial attitude suddenly growing dimmer. She’d lost the upper hand in the trade. “Not until the runes are removed. I’d not tell you my ideas then be cursed to be swept away. I’m not one of the braindead wretches that you employ.”

The woman’s pen quickened, practically a blur. Ossai sat in amusement. How easy it was to sway a mortal with trinkets and promises. When asked about her predicament she explained the orb, dragons, and who exactly her father way. “The emperor of dragons. Son of Bahamut.”

“I can’t believe it.” The woman gasped, letting her quill fall to the table.

“Quite the honor for you. Meeting the child of a god.”

“No not that.” The lady’s eyes were still wider than dinner plates. “I’ll be responsible for this discovery. You’ll singlehandedly help my rise through the ranks. Maybe even have a section of land…Scratch that.” Her face beamed. “I’ll have a whole countryside for myself!”

“That’s the spirit. Take hold of what should be yours.”

Her shackles were undone with a casual flick of her interrogator’s wrists. Ossai rubbed at them, telling the rambling woman that she made the right choice.

“We will get better quarters for you Emerald lady. Will apologize for any mishandling of you on our part.”

“Of course. All will be forgiven. When these infernal runes are removed.” She chuckled with the woman as they stood, the guard too joining them in their good cheer. “But.” Ossai coughed, composing herself. “The gryphon.”

“Yes?”

“The creature with wings, looks like a cross between a cat and a bird. I will be needing him.”

“Lady.” The woman’s smile ended abruptly, “He was to be executed after his interrogation. I could send word but even now it might be too late.”

Silence swept about her, bringing a freezing chill to her blood. The loyal gryphon that’d helped her so much. He appeared before her eyes, perks ears and beak parted smile. Her heart stretching within her chest. “Then sent word!” She shouted, her voice cracked. Even the woman understood and snapped to a guard, relaying Ossai’s order.

“Right away!” The guard sprinted out, his chain rattling off the walls. “Send word! The prisoner brought information!” He called out loudly. “Halt the execution! Halt the execution!”

Together Ossai and the interrogator followed the heavy thump of the guard’s boots. The poor woman’s face a sea of unending worry as Ossai berated her for Croesus’ fate. More to hide the terrible fear coiling in her gut.

“If a single hair on his head is harmed further then there will be hell to pay. I’ll ensure you never get that promotion you want.”

“I’d be worried what orders you’d think they’d follow. If he gets sick of you.” She snapped back.

“Then it will be his loss.” She countered. Croesus’ ghostly whimper in her ear. “Can’t we reach them faster? You don’t have an easier time to communicate? Stick your head out the window and use the cantrip message to send a message?” The woman’s shake of her head was rather annoying. Who didn’t learn a spell that allowed you to send and receive a whispered message from a hundred feet?

Surrounded by idiotic mages.

They reached the stairs, the sweet smell of the earth and grass never more appealing. Though the interrogator never got to enjoy it. They reached the top of the stair and the dull haft of an axe crashed squarely in her face.

“Night night orange blood.” A tall man, muscular man smirked, sweeping his shoulder length hair with a swish of his head and shouldering his axe against his mail covered shoulder.

“It’s day time Carl.” Said another man beside him. Practically a duplicate to the first save that his hair was unkept and unclean and mixed with little beads and string. Both nearly filled the entire hallway with their bulk. “We talked about this.”

“No we didn’t.” Growled Carl, narrowing his eyes at his twin. “It’s an expression.” He banged a mauled fist against his friend’s mail clad chest. “Sides..She doesn’t care do ya love?”

“Who….the hell are you?” Ossai gasped, staring in disbelief as the interrogator slumped to the floor. She eyed their weapons as they just chuckled and shoved against one another.

“Bonified heroes!” The second muscled man beamed, his crooked nose bouncing as he laughed. “Should see the look on your face. Bet you weren’t expecting us!”

Fury flared to life within her. She had this under control! “I didn’t need saving!” She knelt beside the unconscious interrogator, lightly smacking her bloodied face. “And I don’t even know you muscled dolts.”

“Well that’s weird.” Carl spit against the hallway, “Sure looked like you did.” He turned to the second one, his voice whispered. “They change the meanin of rescuing while I slept?”

“Oh cut the chatter will you?” Brenda slipped through the two like she was covered in oil. She was dressed in padded armor, an arming sword held aloft in her hand. “She doesn’t need to listen to your bafoonery.”

“You!” Ossai rose, eyes a flame, thrusting a finger into the woman’s padded chest.

“Yes me.” Brenda snatched the woman’s wrist forcefully, moving it away. “Whatever can I do for you?”

“What are you doing here?! Taking me back?” She backed away, snatching the interrogator’s weapon. “You have some nerve showing your face after what you did.”

“Saving you.” The second man yawned. “We already said. You dense or something?”

“She’s an elf!” Carl smacked the man, “And it’s pronounced possessed!”

“Shut your traps you two.” Brenda cut them off, peering past Ossai and flourishing her sword. “Can’t you see a plan in action when you see one? You wanted to get into this place….Well here you are!” She spread out a free hand, gesturing to the stone. “You two just were stupid and fought…Got hurt in the process.”

“THAT was the plan?” Ossai shook, dumbstruck as the woman simply beamed. She could choke her, kiss her, or perhaps just torment her. “YOU didn’t tell us!”

“That’s the trick ain’t it? Gotta make it look believable. You got what you wanted.” The woman winked, giving Ossai a charming smirk. “All sneaky like.”

“Boss best at sneakin.” Carl chuckled, scratchin at his head.

With a calming breath Ossai set a hand on Brenda’s shoulder. “Wonderful as this is. I’d managed to free myself from that interrogator. I even had them send a man to stop the execution of Croesus from happening.” She scowled as Brenda’s eyes suddenly lit up in realization. “What?”

Brenda’s eyes darted behind her, guilt painted on her face.“Was that the man that came up here not more than a minute ago?”

“Don’t tell me.” Ossai’s voice stammered, the pit in her stomach churning.

“I smashed him good!” Carl beamed, “Wam. Right in the head I did!”

“Not kill him though.” Second guard chuckled. “We just shoved him in closet. Like jacket.”

“Who’d want to wear him?”

“You utter fool!” She shoved them back against the wall, heading back towards the exit. “We must hurry! Before it’s too late!”

“No need lady.” Brenda stopped her with a forceful hand. “Think this wasn’t planned? Have a second group getting my pal Croesus out of the fire. Not the first time his tail feathers been this close to burning.”

“What about the runes then?” She backed away, mind still reeling as a relieved breath overtook her. She hated being this out of the loop. She was the one supposed to be doing the planning. Not the other way round.

“Jeff.”

“Who in the nine hells is Jeff?”

“Hi.” A twig like man stepped out from behind Carl, hardly coming up to the man’s chest. He was dressed in pristine magister robes, and had a youthful energy about his face as he grinned ear to ear. “I’m the inside guy of the job.”

“So don’t get your panties in a bind. There would be a thunderous crack.” Brenda shrugged. “And you hear that?” She held a hand to her ear. “None of that, so he must be fine.” She held out her hand. “Deals still a deal. Still want them runes gone?”

She stared at the outstretched hand. Brenda had done exactly what she wanted. Even more, somehow fooled even her. There would be numerous times to chastise and argue with this woman, but now was not the time. Her eyes traveled from muscular men staring down the hallway, Jeff who was still waving his hand like he couldn’t stop.

“So? Trust us?”

“No.” She spat, but grabbed the woman’s hand. “Though you’re all I have right now. So that’ll have to do.” She’d watch them for now, turn tail and flee if they looked too suspicious. Besides. In her true form, she’d dispatch them if they crossed her. She glanced down the corridor, half expecting to see Croesus strolling by unharmed and flanked with a squad of mortal saviors. She knew it was fantastical, but it didn’t stop her hoping. “And pray that you rescue him.” Her hand shot up like a sword towards Brenda’s face. “Or there will be hell to pay.”

“He’ll be fine.” Brenda sighed and rested her hand on Ossai’s shoulder. “I don’t want to see that feathery idiot dying either.”

“Okay….We must make haste.” Jeff stuttered as the muscular men shoved the interrogator into a closed filled with brooms and kegs. “Another patrol will be nary a minute longer. We best find the rune creation room before they catch wind someone is missing.”

“Then lead the way Jeff.” Ossai’s breath was calm and collected. “I’ve waited too long for this.”

* * * * * * * * * *

Through the keep they went, not even having to be all that sneaky. The muscular brutes held either side while Jeff proudly led them through the numerous halls. The man’s chest was swollen with a fake bravado trying to hide the nervous tick about his eye. Ossai played off her more troublesome thoughts by catching glimpses of rooms as they passed, a two layer dining hall set with long tables, a training room with dummies and blunted weapons and another that had rows of numerous gleaming potions waiting to be drunk.

They finally came to tiny closet that smelled of old parchment, coated wall to wall with shelves of multicolored tomes. With shaky breath and racing heart the dragoness watched as Jeff leaned out one tilted one of the spines, revealing a secret door from the shelves with a soft clink. The men with a hushed whisper waved them along, and it was only the brutes that had an issue.

“But it feels spooky!” Carl protested, crossing his arms. “Makes my neck all cold.”

“Get in there you big baby.” Brena shoved them inside with a boot. “Honestly.”

As he foot touched the top of the hidden stair her spine tingled. Like she was going to leap from a tall cliff. Wrongness was flowing from down the darkened stairwell. Magic far beyond that of dragon kind. Only the gods could display such power.

“What’s down here?”Her voice was nearly a whisper as she ran her palm along the rapidly spiraling staircase. It was as smooth as a stone plucked from a river, and as cold as a chilled blade’s kiss. Her whole body trembled the longer she held contact, almost rejecting what this was. She pulled back, her breaths shallow.

What on earth were these mortals experimenting with?

“Some…Er…machine they uncovered.” Jeff summoned a ball of light in one hand, rubbing the back of his neck with the other. “Constructed the whole keep around it. Leaves an uneasiness on the air. Like something, anything is going to go wrong. Some have said that they can hear faint whispers coming from the very walls.” His glimpse back with a nervous smile wasn’t comforting in the least. “Hopefully that last one has no truth to it.” The man visibly shook. “Hate ghosts terribly.”

“Ghosts!?” Carl shook, raising up his fists. “No one said nothin of ghosts.”

“You were ready to fight mages.” Ossai replied harshly, narrowing her eyes. “Who throw around magic.”

“Yes, but not ghosts!”

“There ain’t no ghosts down here.” Brenda snarled. “Just bit of fancy dragon magic to make the bonded.”

“But its not even that.” Ossai’s words felt like a faint breeze, “This is something else.” She shivered as they reached the bottom, flinging open a pitch-black door lined with runes. “My father told stories when I was young. Of gods and the places where they were from. Survivors of a doomed existence. All banding together to find a place to hide and create. This place, the fruit of their labors. My father called it…Storyteller magic.”

There was silence between them. Enough where one could hear a pin drop. All save the blood pulsing in her ears, and the slight fidget of one of the warriors. That was until Carl coughed.

“Sounds made up.”

“Storytellers?” Brenda burst out laughing. “Come on Lady. You can’t believe that bull. Your father must have been quite out of his loon.”

Gritting her teeth, Ossai maintained her calm. “There is less then to be afraid of then. Unless you’re both acouple of cowards.”” She smirked when the two brutes frowned and rolled their shoulders.

“We’re not cowards.” One whispered, doubt dripping from his words.

Before them came a room of carved and ancient pitch black stone. Pillars spread out like welcoming matt, covered in depictions of numerous races all in glorious celebration. All sitting in awe of these prominent humanoids that stood on high. The ceiling pulsed like a heartbeat with an eiree lavender glow, drawing curious eyes and worried gasps from those around her. With her next breath a rushing cold swept over them all, running icy talons over every inch of skin. She trembled as her breath caught in her throat and the walls hummed with an unearthly power.

She stumbled, nearly collapsing onto a pillar as her breath misted from her lips. “This? This Is how they make bonded?” She slipped from the pristine stone; her weight seemingly tripled since her first step. She stared at the blank faces of the carvings, somehow following her with every move she made. The others were just nearly as troubled. Proclaiming their discomfort about the hardness of the air, the weight, and the looming cloud of despair.

“Yes, yes. You’re all undergoing first introduction to it. Nothing out of the ordinary.” Jeff stood straight, striding unhindered across the onyx like floor. “Good thing you didn’t throw up! Some folks can’t handle being in the presence of this alien like contraption.” While the others wobbled and tried to regain their footing, Jeff was quick to dart around and inspect the carvings. “It appears as though everything is here.” He smiled, tapping one section far within the hall. His voice echoing off the walls. “Everyone must be engaged elsewhere. The gods truly have blessed us huh?” His hand found his chin, rubbing along his thin features. “They really did slow down on bonded production…”

“What are you blathering about.” Ossai gasped, clutching her gut as a jolt of pain coursed through her. He pointed up and she followed his fingertip. Along the ceiling was more then just an inky void where light would bring life. There were faint grey cracks that spread out across the stone like a river. You just had to focus on them. They splintered and fractured, splitting the further they went across the room. Was this place wearing out? Overtaxed or overworked? Could it even be destroyed? She nearly laughed at the idea. If so, it was something to be documented.

“You monkeys have been defiling this place.” She hissed, her next step trembling with anger. “You see this place and use it to create weapons. How utterly primitive. You could have seen so much. Built what you desired.” She spread her arms and nearly fell over. “But no. You built weapons to gain power.” Her gaze hardened as Jeff shied away like a wounded dog. “You’re like children. Clawing away at things you don’t understand.”

How so much like my kin.

“But in the end, it wouldn’t have mattered. Only those with enough of their blood could operate them without worry.”

“This…Is the gods work?” Brenda tapped against the runes. “What was the point of leaving this here? Seems rather pointless.”

“Or their kin. Or that of their close descendants.” Ossai touched one such blackened crack that slithered along the floor. It felt oily and warm, almost running with blood. Maybe long ago she might have been able to use this. But not with these stress lines cascading through the hall. Sooner or later this was going to crumble and shatter. Some of the finest magic in the land, reduced to nothing but dust. Echoes of a long-forgotten time. There was no preventing it now.

Possibly like dragons.

“Hold up.” Brenda crossed her arms, suspiciously eyeing the place. “How you going to get out of here with the runes off your dragonessy? Highness? Lady. Wont you be much larger?”

“You would think that.” Her eyes rolled and explained in a condescending way how she could shifter her size. “You just have to stop and think.”

“And now I can’t wait to get this over with.” The woman fumed.

“Because you rather enjoy helping a dragon?”

“So, I can well be done with you. If I wanted to be spoken to like a child, I’d have stayed with my parents.”

Jeff coughed into his fist. “I’m ready over here. Just need you two to touch those dragon shaped runes on the wall.” He positioned the warriors to place their hands. Though they did so with hesitation, wide eyes and traced the runes like they might leap out at them and clamp onto their hands. When it didn’t both sighed in relief.

“Well….at least I get to see something neat.” Brenda leaned against the far wall, “Not every day you get to see ancient god magic at work. Here’s hoping it doesn’t kill the lot of you.”

“Then watch closely. I’m sure you’re about to see something spectacular.” Ossai strode to a circular carving on the floor that Jeff instructed. Hoping that whatever dwindling strength this place held could support her. Her heart pounded angrily in her ears, laced with an excitement brimming with every breath. This was it. She would be free.

“Ready?” Jeff called, earning him a nod from her and a resounding just do it from the warriors. The twig traced a few runes, ones that sprung to life. Vibrant colors burst from the carved lines, their brilliance chasing away any shadow. They had to shield their eyes as the hum in the air increased to a near whine. Like metal screeching against one another. Like a conductor he worked, hands shifting and turning with purpose, thin strands of magical energy following his each move.

Bit by bit the light swept around the hall. Each pillar, wall, and carvings flared to the sun’s brilliance. Around them the room shook and quaked. Ossai’s skin trembled with unbridled power, her hairs springing to stand on end. She flicked her tongue as a metallic tang hung on the air, and a growing heat swirled around her feet.

“Ready?” Jeff yelled, his voice almost lost within the growing hum.

She hadn’t waited this long for nothing. “Do it!” She bellowed.

“It’s just the others appeared to be in agony putting them on. I don’t know how its going to be taking them off!”

Her heart skipped a beat. “You don’t know how to do it?”

“In theory I do!”

Good god. This was the help she was provided with? “Do your best human. Or I shall punish you immensely.”

“Got it! But If I mess this up, you’ll be dead!”

“Don’t tell her that!” Brenda shook her fist, color draining from her face. “Just complete the spell you idiot!”

Again, the room pulsated with an unearthly wind, gritting Ossai’s teeth. Great leaps always required sacrifice. First it was her father and his kin. Then evidently it was her. If this is what it was worth to take another leap, then so be it. “Get it over with human!”

“Then hold onto your skin. Cause here, we go!” Jeff pressed a pulsating lavender moon, beams of light surged out from him to her. Like snakes they slithered around and coiled up her legs.

Heat of the greatest magnitude found her, like a branding iron placed to her skin. She screamed as it hissed, missing cerulean light shot forth from a wall to ensnare her arm. With that brought blinding pain, filling her vision with bursting stars. Her back arched as another beam pulled taught her other appendage. Squeezing shut her eyes was the only reprieve she could get as every inch of her lit up in agony. Even her bones felt like they were going to be melted away. She convulsed and thrashed but remained tied to the platform, the air filling with the smell of charred flesh. Her flesh. Still she screamed a tortured cry, mind nearly snapping from the effort.

Please.

“They’re vanishing!” Brenda screamed over her. “Hang in their dragoness lady! You’ve almost got it!”

But it was quite the challenge. To not collapse at it felt like lava had been poured inside her. Still her body scream. Her herculean willpower the only thing keeping her conscious.

I will not die.

With a final face wrinkling scream, everything went dark. Smoke rose curled from her skin in copious amounts. Her knees shook and buckled, and she collapsed to the ground. She gasped for breath  even if it were laced with smoke. Long pants of relief mimicked the heated pulse along her entire body, laughing in near disbelief as she held her arms to her eyes. The runes were gone. Even as her sides ached, she cackled like a woman gone mad. She was free. Then with a bursting of stars she lost consciousness.

* * * * * * * * * *

Ossai found herself in darkness once again. The blissful serenity of the endless void wrapping around her up tight. Every emerald scale, each lime green frill on her head and down to her tail. She floated as if in a vast black sea, her onyx taloned claws flexing in and out. Slow and steady came her breaths, for once in the longest while she was at peace. But deep within the recesses of her mind something was wrong. Sparks of resentments for this inky realm.

But why would she feel like that? This place smelled spine tingling famliar. The scent of dragons found every breath, intertwined with the alluring spices of a well cooked meal from her servants. Old memories drifted through her mind like a summer’s tender breeze. Of Elaborate dishes small and large, getting whatever her heart requested. She smiled and enjoyed the phantom flavors dancing on her tongue, the pleasing atmosphere of pleasant conversation, and all the other dragons that took their place. One or two tried to court her for the evening, putting on the strongest acts of magic or strength.  To prove they were worthy of her pedigree. But as she took in their bouts she couldn’t help but be troubled once more. One tiny kernel of unease. Wasn’t she supposed to be concerned with a gryphon or something?

But why would I?

She had everything she wanted right here. She could float here and be back home. Lounging amidst the many treasures of her home, plotting schemes and stakes for more land and influence. Infact she could almost feel her coins beneath her claws, the familiar aroma of burning incense, and the soft pitter patter of mortals cleaning her palace.

She opened her eyes to find herself within a gilded palace with gold traced lovingly over every piece of furniture or treasured cloth. Columns of mighty stone held what roof was allowed in this vast throne room. Cushions made for dragons adorned the corners, elevated so that those resting could observe the ground below. It sat atop a mountain, allowing her to see forever. Dragons of all colors flew among the sky’s clouds, greeting the hanging sun as if a brother.

She stood proudly amidst the porcelain like floor, polished to near perfection by a pair of cleanly dressed humans. They avoided her gaze, shuffling out of the way as she passed without a second thought. Her scales warmed to life within the golden light, bright green ones that would put any other to shame. They went well with golden rings about her claws, glinting in the sun like little stars.

“The past.” She sighed, setting down to glance out to the countryside. Already the sun had drifted to hand at the horizon’s edge, seemingly trying to consume everything in a red-orange glow. Her heart throbbed as she saw dragons swirl about like leaves caught in the wind.

“You could make this again daughter.” Her father’s voice tugged at her ears as a golden dragon appeared beside her. Nearly dwarfing her in size, making her feel like a wyrmling again. His scales glimmered like a lost treasure; his white feathery wings fluffed for his flight. Whiskers wiggled about his snout like dangling eels. How they used to make her giggle when she was little. “To have dragons as they should be. In their proper place. The hierarchy of life restored to its proper order.”

She averted her gaze and thought to the emptier sky. The future she helped bring into being.  The one she thought which would have been brighter. One with the lack of dragons.

“I forgive you daughter for your allegiance to Bahamut. She may be a goddess, but I misguided. Look where her faith in mortals brought us.” The gold male sighed heavily with a saddened look about his brow. His head dipped and his wings pinned. “A future that doesn’t know our brilliance…At least not like it should.”

This wasn’t right. The green dragoness slunk away from his gaze. Her father had hardly been this cordial with anyone. “What naïve you must think I must be.” She cast him a warry look, muscles primed to pounce. Already spells were coming to her. “I’ve seen what you’ve done to those that followed her.”

Like a switch had been flipped, his expression changed. Kindness melted and shifted until a hardness she knew returned to his eyes. Like a blade’s edge he glared at her. “That is certainly true, but you’re different. You’re…”

“Your daughter.” She hissed, “And never this sentimental.” She batted at his raised forearm.

He just sighed. “And unlike my mother I care deeply for my offspring. You simply chose poorly, a lesson that you can learn from.”

Her gaze flicked to the humans still mopping the floor. She suspected they’d finished awhile ago but where simply waiting to be told to be done. “It also wasn’t as carefree as this.” She glared at the flying dragons giving off pleased warbles on the wind. “Conflicts still hounded us.”

“Because of Bahamut.” The emperor growled in his throat. “But she’s taken care of now. Nothing could stand in your way. Think of it Ossai. Daughter of the emperor, the divine right to rule. You could reshape this new world in the image of dragons.” He unfurled a feathery wing to gesture to the rolling hills. “Everything the light touches could be ours…Yours again.”

Oh, how long she’d have loved to hear these words. To rest her snout with her father as they adored their kingdom. Long ago in some faraway place all but lost to her now. The tile around her began to quake and stir. Whole section bubbled and churned like a boiling pot.The countryside screeched out in a cacophony of thunderous earth until it transformed into a near endless sea. Clouds had surged to fill the sky, crackling and surging with brilliant streaks of lightning.

“But it leads to ruin father!” She fell into the churning waves. Gigantic things that threatened to swallow the dragons whole. “It did lead to our ruin! Not just for us but for the mortals and this world.”

“But it was their place.” Her father hovered above the waves, casting her with a predatory look. “They would have brought war upon us if we didn’t take the lead. Just look at what years of mortal dominance have brought! Dragons dwindle in this world! How can you still wish to side with them?” Golden flames curled form his eyes as a threatening growl filled the air.

Around them lighting pierced the darkened sky, winds as fierce as the roughest storms battered and pushed the waves to new heights around them. But still she remained unphased. With a relaxed breath Ossai cast out his demands, his piercing look. His once thunderous voice grew quitter as she focused inward and started to swirl her tail. With a reserved sigh he was gone, cast away to the winds themselves. “There was only one way.” She whispered, “And I’ve out grown you.”

The heavens themselves parted for a great platinum scaled beast, heralded by a thunderous crack of thunder. Lighting coursed and raced around her form as clouds swirled and scattered with every wingbeat. Where there was darkness suddenly came brilliant light, day returning for fleeting moments at a time. Eyes like liquid mercury set down upon her, pride shining within those glowing pools. From her vast wings came flashes of a brighter future. Mortals on the backs of dragons. The lands thriving and bursting with life. But one image of this bright future stood out from the rest. It was simply of her standing proud. Two green dragons scampering towards her, she warbled at them with untold joy, embrace the pair with her wings. Together the three green dragons nuzzled, filling the air with their purrs. Those where her children. With tears in her eyes light burst in all directions as warmth flowed to each of her limbs. It coiled and wrapped around every fiber of her being, enchanting every breath with a sense of comforting bliss.

* * * * * * * * * *

How many times must I be knocked unconscious? Ossai groaned, rubbing at her face with her hands. She evidently was lying on her back, the pungent aroma of hay intertwined with horse filled every shaky breath. Confusion rippled across her. The last thing she could remember was the pain, lightning, and the runes being seared from her flesh.

What happened? Where’s Croesus and the others?

The wooden floor below her suddenly jolted upwards, reinvigorating an ache that shot through her like a lightning bolt. Open her eyes bolted, only to find herself in a dimly lit covered cart, filled to the brim with various satchels of grains. She’d been sprawled upon them, covered in a thin woolen blanket.

“Well I didn’t want to. But what choice did we have? Did you see that they had?” Brenda shouted from just outside the wagon, “Find yourself lucky you aren’t on a chopping block right now.”

Chopping block? Ossai shook her elven head, rising with a yawn. They’d completed her quest right? She quickly pushed up her sleeves, smiling as not a trace of the infernal runes could be found. Sure there were dark red burn spots, but what did that truly matter? She practically leaped out of the wagon, folded the curtain and spread her arms wide as the afternoon sun welcomed her. The vast green countryside looking brighter and fuller of life than she hardly remembered. Even with the orange glow being painted on them by the waning sun. “I’m free!” She proclaimed with what pride she could muster. Only Brenda and Carl were there to greet her. Both were on dark grey horses pulling the cart along.

“Oh, my gods. I thought you dead.” Carl gasped, nearly toppling from his mount.

Ossai straightened her back, “It takes more than that to kill me.”

“Not in that form it doesn’t.” Brenda scoffed. “You’re just as easy to kill as us.”

“Not quite now woman.” She showed the woman her arms. Let her soak that mental image in. “Not a rune in sight. My magic is my own now.”

“Then why not show us? I’d rather not be troubled by you any longer than I have to be. The woman’s arms tightened across her chest.

“Excellent idea woman. I tire of this form anyway.” She leaped from the wagon, waving off the concerned look that Carl was casting upon her. She glanced around, not finding any others in sight. Where they off doing something else? She shook her head. Questions would come after. “Give yourself some room humans. And keep fast your beasts of burden so they do not rear.” She closed her eyes, taking a deep breath. She focused on emerald scales, her sprawling wings, and her onyx claws. With a pleasing hum she let familiar magic warm her belly and spread through her fingertips. Loose dirt and grass began to float around her as a phantom wind scattered anything loose around them.

“Get the horses away!” Brenda shouted, guiding the wagon away as the wind’s scattered dirt and small rocks in it’s wake.

The once dragoness felt the rippling itch of the coming spell as she guided it. Through her inner rivers of magic it flowed, massaging her arms, twirling around her fingers like little strands of yarn and finally rushing to her head. What locks had been placed within her unlocked, and the dragon was coming forth. Her hands swayed across the air like she was pushing and pulling the ocean. Slowly drawing her true self out of hiding. She began to prance with her arms wide, each connection with the earth bringing a rising heat. The first time was always the hardest. Her hands clapped together as if in prayer. Again she focused on herself, chanting deep guttural words on the air.

When next she blinked her eyes were lit with an inner flame. It rushed down to encompass every inch of her being, crackling and burning away the fuel. One last sacrifice to be made. From the fire sprouted her true self, not the soft flesh that bound her. Bones cracked as they splintered and rearranged, a symphony of her arrival. Clothes that had warmed her ripped as they stressed, falling to the wayside. Scales burst like emerald islands among a sea of flesh, quickly devouring what remained. In unison her tail and wings shot out with a satisfying pop, forcing the growing dragoness to all fours. She stretched and groaned as the fire spread to all of her, like her insides were melting. Teeth like swords grew as her head elongated, frills emerging like trees on either side of her head.

Gasps of astonishments baptized this moment as Ossai stretched, flaring out her wings with a woosh of air. She set her lavender, reptilian eyes upon them. Everything was more clear, colors brighter, every sound of the ambiance amplified to an untold degrees. Her brilliant tail swished in amusement as the beings hardly bigger than her forearm stood in astonishment. How she’d missed this. They sat in near silence for a moment or two as she simple let them come to grips with what they were bearing witness to.

“Holyhell.” Brenda stumbled back, hand on the back of her head. “You we’re definitely not kidding. I mean…wow.”

“Damn! She’s big!” Carl whistled with wide eyes. “She goes on forever!”

“Satisfied are we then mortals?” Her voice came, loud and booming. A hint of her pride shining through. “Revel in the smart decision that you’ve made.” She took her first tentative step along the grass, unsure if this was even real. When it connected, she felt the gravel, the rocks just under paw. It was real. “Clearly miles and bounds above your own kin.” She let them continue to whisper among themselves, nothing but chatter of surprise and aw. She couldn’t help herself from grinning, setting her sights to the dwindling light of the sun. It was close to sunset, the relaxing orange and reds painting everything around them.

Sunset? How was it that late in the day? With a fluttering heart the proud dragoness curled around, narrowed her eyes and set her gaze upon those tiny humans. She darted between the pair, Croesus wasn’t among them. Neither were the others that Brenda had brought to help. She whirled around, tail nearly taking out the wagon with a dull force of her frill lined tail. In the distance she could see the fort and the village, a darkened blot on the countryside of fleshed out greens and rocks.

“What happened to the others?” She growled, whirling around and setting Brenda with a hardened stare. Images of Croesus’ blood covered beak sprung to mind. Was she too late? “Tell me human.”

Only Brenda met her gaze, Carl shifted nervously from side to side. “Things when tits up. Signal was given so we bugged off. They knew the risks. Sides, I got a kid to worry bout now. Can’t go throwing my life away.”

“You did what?” She snapped her teeth, taking a foreful stride that startled a flock of resting birds in a nearby tree. “You were fine with abandoning them?” Carl flinched as her words weighed heavily on the air. Brenda averted her gaze.

“Whys it matter anyway? You got your runes off. Got your form back.” Brenda thumbed back towards the hills and the fort. “They got an army in there. Think you can take care of that?” As she spoke her courage grew. “Croesus knew the risks. Was willing to do. He wanted to do right by you. He did. The old bird can die happy now. You want vengeance so bad you go back and help us.” Her hand flung up, finger pointing accusingly at her segmented chest. “After you healed up.”

As if summoned her chest ached, limbs felt slightly sluggish as she paced around the wagon and humans. Maybe she wasn’t as returned as she thought. The strain of her efforts hindering her. With a sigh she caressed her chest, her wings pinning to her back.

“No sense throwing your life away. Not since we went through all the trouble. Croesus wouldn’t want you being stupid.”

With a growl she set Brenda with fireclad eyes.

Up her hands went, laughing her color drained face. “Not saying you’re stupid…I’d never say that!”

Like a siren the fort drew Ossai’s attention. It was true what the human had said, even if she didn’t wish to hear it. Her mission was complete. What she wanted; she’d received. All she had to do was fly away and it would be done. She could go off and complete the other mysteries that eluded her. Like how the orb even let her go in the first place. Yet as she admired the hardened stone, it grew rather taunting. Like it was trying to make a mockery of her very being. Trumpeting a challenge that itched about her very soul.

He’s just a gryphon. A loyal servant that helped you. Old voices whispered to her, trying to divert her ever focusing mind. But she couldn’t shake her thoughts of him. He’d journeyed with her, filled the lonely nights with his company. Made her feel completer and more cared for than she ever did with her kin. What was his life to hers? His was always finite, but hers could go on forever.

You’d be foolish to make even the risk.

But he’d tossed everything away to help her. Could she really leave him there to die?

He could be dead right now. You’d be going to your death to avenge a corpse.

That single thought drew pause to everything else. Cold swept in and dragged icy daggers cross her heart. Each breath was laced with a tint of ice. Her paws kneaded the ground beneath her as her frills twitched in and out silently in contemplation. “What do they have in there little one?” She turned to Brenda, ignoring the disbelief shining in her eyes.

“Crazy, you’re bleeding crazy.” The woman threw up her hands, taking a good few strides before Ossai was infront of her, a growl filling the air.

“I was making a demand. Don’t make me demand it again.” Her eyes narrowed, letting a final snort be her continued threat.

“Mages….Crossbows...Ballistae” Brenda stuttered, her resolve cracking. “Spears, maybe a ward or two. Least fifty of them in there. Suicide for us to go again.”

“Perhaps for you before.” She swelled her chest, fluffing up her wings. “But that was before you had me.” Every frill from her head to her tail tingled to life. Brimming with excitement at what was to come.

“One dragon?” Carl scratched his head. “But we had you before.”

“Not just any dragon simpleton. I am the daughter of the dragon Emperor, grand-daughter of Bahamut herself.” She thrashed her tail, snarling in the air. “I will descend upon them like a malevolent shadow, ripping those from the walls with the sheer force of my wings. My talons will be like spears, rending those against us. This is even without my breath or magic.” She grinned, showing off all her sharpened teeth. “They will regret the day of taking what was mine.” She chuckled, already picturing the rivers of blood that would be running down her paws. “And those that don’t prostate themselves will be felled. The brave will fall before my talons, teeth or die choking on my poison.” She flared out her wings, “But I am returning to get my gryphon back.”

“What if he’s dead?”

She swallowed a sudden lump within her throat, then grit her teeth with a hiss. “Then they will pay for that as well.”

She turned to the hesitant looking humans, “Now you can turn and run for the hills. But I am going to either get my gryphon or my vengeance. Help me mortals and there shall be rewards in your futures. And don’t take too long…Time is of the essence.”

Silence didn’t last too long as the dragoness held them in her steel like gaze. Carl took one look to Brenda before thumping his chest with a resounding cheer. “Sound like good fight. I go.”

The woman’s eyes were more hesitant, traveling from Ossai to that of the path they were still upon. “Tell me one thing.” She sighed, “How are you going to get passed all their towers and eyes? They’re going to see us coming for miles around.” She gestured to all of the green dragon. “Not exactly a picture of sneaking, are you?”

“Think outside of the box human.” She warbled, “Just make sure you have some rope.” With a flick of her tail and mighty breath she let the magic flow. Every scale on her body shifted and changed until it blended in perfectly with their surroundings.

“Dragon go!” The warrior gasped, covering his mouth. “Or was she ghost entire time?”

“Well….I’ll be damned.” Brenda gave a sly smile as Ossai returned to view. “They’re never going to know what hit them.”

“How correct you are.” The dragoness set her sights for the fort. “Now fashion yourself some sort of hold with the rope. The magisters will know my fury before this night’s end.”

* * * * * * * * *

Like children Ossai snatched up her companions, letting them fashion harnesses for her to hold with her claws. They were too far for horses to make adequate time, and by the gods she wasn’t going to let anyone ride her. They shivered like little babies as she spun them promises not to drop them, especially when the wind’s icy bite found them.

Troubled murmers flowed from them, unsure if the magisters would see them. But she held her head confidently high, her spell had coated her from head to tail. shielding them from sight but not her own. They all past like ghosts adrift the orange sea, predators seeking their unaware prey. Silent as an eagle she rose up above the blackened fortress of stone. With narrowed eyes she gazed upon ramparts equipped with ballistae, and squads of men to man them. Not too much a concern for a dragon, but only if they had the numbers.

Like ants the mortals gathered around the keep’s courtyard in an organized crowd. Their prisoners were on full display, bound together with manacles and rope. It would appear as though they’d taken the time to set up cutting blocks, summon up priests to say final words, and gather those from surrounding villages and towns to bear witness to their examples. Among them all she spied various humans, a few cat people and finally Croesus. Her heart nearly skipped a beat with the next flap of her wings.

Hes not dead. Her spirits soared with her, building a powerful warble begging to be released. She buried it down with a steady snort of the crisp air, that victory would be for later. For now she could focus on something else, like her poison glands swelling to life, begging to be used. She circled as the humans in her grip trembled, planning her surprise attack.

Within countless minutes she drifted ever closer. The sunlight behind her slowly sunk below the hills, touching everything with the long shadows of the coming twilight. Candles and braziers sprung to life around keep, some torches stabbed into the ground as well. Their flickering orange-red flames, an angry promise to the coming death. One man clad robes of the magisters stood up within a purple viewbox draped in purple and gold banners. His hands rose on either side as if in a spell, signaling the end the onlooking masses under his command. She didn’t hear what he spoke, but she glared as the others looked onto him like he was a lord or even king. Just one mortal who thought himself above the rest. One lonefull human that thought himself different, special, one unique tyrant in a world dotted with them. He shouted out his proclamation to those practically twitching in anticipation. He told of various crimes, mistruths, and the promise that he was here to keep all the frightened humans safe.  Ossai growled in the base of her throat, gritting her sharpened teeth.

“Boy he likes to hear himself talk. Blah Blah Blah.” Brenda mockingly open and closed her hand as Ossai angled a wing, getting ever closer. “Think he never runs out of air at this rate!”

So far so good, no alarm had been raised. No ballista tilted in her direction.

On their next pass, Brenda’s bravado took a sudden dive. Her voice cracked,  “No way. They didn’t…They got August and Mira!”

Sure, enough the rouge was right. Within the collection of prisoners were those two mortals that’d helped her. August’s fur was tattered and covered in signs of a whip’s kiss, and Mira herself looking just as ragged. Tightly they were bound together, within their eyes the loss of hope. Almost accepting of what was to come.

“You really scare them. Getting rid of anyone that lended a hand. Must want to show they are not to be trifled with.”

“Unfortunately for them. I can be quite the trifler.” She growled, ruffling a nearby flag on the exterior as she passed. Her eye drifted from the tavern pair to Croesus blood coated beak. Clearly what interrogation they’d done to him hadn’t been pleasant. Her blood ran like lava through her veins as she glared at every tower. The first thing to go must be the ballista. Them and their metal pointed projectiles that winked in the dwindling light.

Now its time to start operating. Her paws curled into a triangular shape, letting the air grow hot between them. With words of power the feeling grew, like shed dragged her paws through magma. Darkness spread through the clouds like an unchecked plague, cutting out what sunlight remained within seconds. With the next beat of her wings she let the spell complete. The ear splitting crash of un-natural thunder heralded the coming storm.

Meteor Swarm.

From the sky raced chunks of mismatched, scorched rocks larger than any man. Within them dwelled a power too ferocious to contain, filling the sky with brilliant streaks of red-orange light. For a brief flicker of time it looked as though day had come a new. But this was vengeful, it was angry, and sought retribution. Like gods smiting the earth themselves, they crashed into the gate and towers. Rock exploded in their wake, wood buckled and splintered, metal screeched as it bent and broke. Men screamed in terror as they were ripped from the walls, the very ground below their feet shattering with thousands of minute fractures. Then came more, bolt after bolt that struck like a drum. Thunderous cries that rippled through the keep and brought an end to the magister’s little show. Perfect chaos to cover her plan.

Unhindered by the tortured cries of the wounded, Ossai glode around the keep like a ghost. Pity was the last thing on her mind as color drained from every soldier’s faces. Her poison glands made sure of that. With a mighty breath she bathed the keep’s battlements with green poison as thick as the morning fog. It filled every nook and cranny in the span of a wingbeat. Those that breathed it in collapsed to the ground, coughing and spasming in their death throes. Never knowing what killed them.

Screams like music to ears resounded off the broken fortress as her wings spread wide, landing on the keep itself. Her mortals leapt from their harnesses in a hurried manner, their weapons quick to their hands.

“Don’t end up dying!” Brenda shouted, smacking Carl on the shoulder. “Come on! We have a tower to borrow.”

With hardly a word Ossai pounced from the keep, smoke curling under her wingbeat. She rumbled in approval as her foes scattered like terrified deer, knowing the wolves were coming. With haste they scrambled to equip weapons and pieces of armor, shouting out their little orders in terrified, cracking voices. That was all but the mages of course, or least the one in the box. He and his retinue of robbed men stood confident, their diligent eyes on the skies. One by one they lit up brilliant red, a spell she knew.

See invisibility.

By the time the lead man rose his hand, Ossai was beyond the furthest tower, swinging around to douse it with gas. Her invisibility faded, revealing her scales to her foes. Commanders screamed broken orders, crossbows were fired in her direction. The sharpened bolts missed all around her or glanced off her thicker hide. A net was launched in her direction, as men cheered their premature victory. It ended with but a swish of her tail and quick word, turning her whole body into gas to easily slip through the spinning collection of rope.

“It’s a demon!” One man yelled before she bathed his tower in gas. Not very good last words before he fell choking to his death, but she course had heard worse.

The magister leader shouted out to his fellow mages, surely trying to formulate a battleplan with a dragoness appearing in their midsts.With his arms held wide, lightning crackled around him. Tiny rivers of electric might flying from his outstretched arm to greet her in twitching death.

With an angle of her wings she avoided not just that one but three others that followed in it’s wake. Clearly they were used to working as a team. Too bad their effort only revealed their hiding spot and became her next targets.

She swooped down upon them as the wizards wove their next spells. Shimmering orbs of golden light weaved around them like thousands of little strands of yarn, shields to block her spells. But that wouldn’t save their minions.

Gathered men of varying sizes scrambled behind magically created sections of earth for cover, clutching their crossbows with whitened knuckles.

“Loose your bolts!” Their commander shouted, bringing a swarm of angry, wooden sticks. Butit was for naught, for with but a word her scales turned to stone, and their attack splintered uselessly off her. Her rebuttal was swift and brutal, a long breath of rolling gas that curled around every stone pillar wrapped around every gathered soldier like a tender lover. They cried out in a desperate panic, filling the air with their pleas. She curled around the keep, growling in her throat. Her eyes brimming with murderous intent.

Wizards flung another volley of lightning in their desperate plea, crackling bolts of electricity that danced across her flank, lightning up pain through her form. With a groan she lost her focus on the stone skin, scales shifting back to norm.

“Take heart men. Her defenses fail!” One mage yelled, and with a push of his hands the gas that had been lingering around was swept away with a burst of air.

Survivors pushed themselves up with shaky hands taking aim as she came around. That didn’t save the last tower. Ossai curled around it, ripping two men from the walls with her talons. She rose up and dropped them, not glancing back as they fell to their deaths screaming. She surged towards the mage and his kin, only to earn a half dozen bolts sent into her hide. She broke off, hissing her fury. It would appear as though the minions still feared their masters over her. That would have to change.

 With a leg wobbling roar, she rounded the keep, landing in the courtyard with a mighty thud and gust of wind. When she flared out her wings, magic surged. Gravity itself bent to her will, as the soldiers who’d been firing now were untethered to the earth.

Screams of unbridled terror filled the air, some desperately reached for the ground,poles or anything plunged into the earth to stop their ascent. Weapons were lost in the confusion as the dragoness watched with a pleased smirk. With a final glare to the purple box magister she made her point crystal clear. These men were going to die. With a calm breath she let the spell fade. In one terrible lurch soldiers came racing down to greet the ground. Skulls fractured, bones cracked, skin burst, and spilled blood muddied the earth as screams were silenced one by one. With hardly a glance to the crimson painting she charged the leader mage, a growl building in her throat.

If the mage was concerned, he didn’t show it, instead calmly finishing what spell he’d been weaving. From his fingers sprung a giant being of air, a creature double as tall as she was with a winding body of clouds. She was sure he gave the order to attack as the thing soared towards her with the speed of a gryphon.

She lashed out with sharpened claws as its incorporeal body screamed around her. One, two, her claws tasted nothing, simply pushing aside the vortex like body it possessed. It was like trying to attack a tornado itself. Clearly brute force was not going to work. Though while it was made of air, it’s attacks were anything but benign. They cut through scales like tiny whips , tearing thin crimson lines along her flank. She winced and hissed, managing to carry herself away with her wings. But it closed the distance with but a heartbeat, its windy body growling on the air.

It slammed her to the keep, cracking off stone and knocking the air from her lungs. Stars burst before her eyes as she squirmed and thrashed against its herculean strength. Firecrackers exploded in her chest as it pressed harder, slamming her a second time as she tried to slip free.

She had to break his concentration over such a spell, or somehow escape this thing. With each passing second, she could feel her strength leaving. She would die from this magical conjuration. She tried to leap to the sky, but it caught her within a spirally arm, and slamming her to the ground. It enveloped her like a cloud, sucking the air from her lungs.

Crashing to her belly she wheezed for air. Her lungs burned and pleaded for any relief. She choked, twitched, thrashing her tail to get any breath into her.

Was this it?

Her mind was screaming at her, vision was getting blurrier by the second. She was certain there wasn’t going to be another chance. She pushed the near burning of her lungs from her mind and focused on a spell. One she didn’t need the words. Magic surged through her bones, bubbling and building like a pressured gas. It sought a way out, nearly bursting her insides until it found what it was searching for. With a stamp of her paw it released as a bellowing roar that echoed like a thunderclap. The elemental was pushed towards the edge of the keep, giving her a few dozen gasps to get back her breath, and a chance. She turned and leaped to the air, setting her sights back towards the elemental’s master.

To slay the snake…One must cut off the head.

The un-natural wind screeched behind her, catching any debris not chained to the ground.

She hoped he didn’t have too many spells to protect him, as in her case she was running out. At least she had an idea. Just like that armored buffoon from the walls earlier. She just needed a projectile. She found purchase in one of the stones from the broken walls, everything around it now a burning wreckage of ash and charred storm. She pounded her wings to gain as much altitude as she could, even thought her joints were burning as if in a stove. But still she persisted ,staying just beyond the angry wind beast nipping at her tail.

Up and up she soared, high above the wizard’s tent and shield. Doubtful that he could see her this far, at least not to know her plan. She let the rock drop, relief spreading through her as the present sailed towards its target. She dove right behind it, an emerald spear of destruction.

It deviated just a bit, slamming into the ring of the protecting shield. Her projectile splintered with a thunderous crack, showering everything around it with sharpened stone shards. The shield and creature faded away into nothing, leaving the wizards exposed to her. With a mighty back wing she landed amidst the cloud of thick dust, decapitating one poor man who tried to cast another spell at her. Another was smacked aside by her tail, impacting the keep like a rotten tomato. Cries for their lives were sweet music to her as she downed or crashed one after the other. Some tried to fight her with spells, but a dragon mere inches from your face proved much to dangerous for them to complete them.

Some arrows were launched at her within the cloud, they stuck like thorns from her side, but it was of no consequence as she tore mage after mage to pieces with her claws, painting the stone and gravel with coasts of crimson paint. Even if they tried to flee from her she caught them. Their legs too small to get beyond her reach.

“Stand down dragon!” A ragged cry screamed over the dying sounds of all the men. The lone magister leader, ragged and smeared in a mixture of blood and dirt. He was using a hand to hold a hefty axe aloft. One positioned to take Croesus’ head.

Despite the ice like sensation running through her blood, Ossai rose her head, puffed out her chest and put on a brave face. One of fierceness, fire shining in her eyes. As if the very air around her would spark into flame.

“Really?” She growled, taking one powerful step. Watching as the man flinched, color draining from his face. “Thinking that threatening one of your captives might save you?” She chuckled mockingly in her throat, loving how his eyes darted to the crimson soaked ground crunching at her paws.

“This is who you came to save isn’t it?” The man barked back, “He told me about your trip. I know how much he cares for you.” The magister dug the axe blade into Croesus’ throat until the gryphon shrieked his reply.

“Yes!”

The wind ruffled at her wings as Ossai filled with fire. Her voice was like a sword’s hiss upon the air. “Look around mage. You and your kin have inflicted this upon yourself for keeping what is mine. Some still live among this ruin. Would you like them to perish as well?” She gestured with a wing to the smoking ruins around them. The terrible work laid bare for all. “And if you dare kill him. You’ll regret that decision. You’d wish that’d I’d have simple killed you this day.” She let her growl drain what remained of his courage. Honestly, she was amazed he was still standing.

“But you w-wont. You care about him. Won’t let the sweet birdy come to harm.”

“Don’t mistake my care for weakness human. Nor predict what I will do. You are like a child. “ She hissed. “Wielding power you have not the skill to understand. You had an artifact of the gods, and you used it as a cudgel, squandering it to make puppets and weapons!” She took another step, the ground cracking beneath her paws.”

“How is that different from your people?” He scowled. “The history of your people is bathed in blood and war. How they enslaved and dominated the lesser races! Just seems like the way of the world. Those with power wield it over the weak. It’s just my turn in this circle of life.”

“On second thought.” The mage glanced around, taking in all the death and destruction and giving a heavy sigh. “How about this for a deal. You get your gryphon back and you leave. Back to wherever you came from. I have no more qualms with you.”

“Nothing?” She scoffed, frills flaring out. “You can say that with a straight face?”. Her gaze hardened as a growl slipped through her teeth. “While your people poked and prodded. Threatened to wipe me away, battered us into coming here.” She gestured to August and Mira and the others whom stood in awe, seemingly bewildered at what was unfolding. “To any soul that dared help us. Anyone that dare speak out or question the will of an angry child. Whose small world is slipping ever so quickly through their fingers.”

The mage didn’t shift in his conviction. “So that will be a no then? I’ll need some sort of agreement on-“

Ossai snarked as a sharpened spear flew into her chest, right below the ribs. Snarling she caught sight of a lone knight she’d thought dead. He could barely stand, panting from his final effort. Back she fumbled as blood flowed from the wound, crushed underfoot by her paws. With a flick of her tail he was sent flying feed through the air, tumbling head over heel until he came to a silent stop.

“You’re running out of minions mage.” She hissed, panting as her vision turned red. Murder whispered at her ears, tugging at her claws. But not with Croesus captive the way he was. “You…delay the inevitable.” She coughed, “You kill him and you die. Release him and you might live. Your choice is simple.”

He didn’t get a reply, instead his eyes went wide as he took an arrow to the chest. The dragoness took her chance. Surging like a loosed arrow Ossai lunged, slicing through his robes like tissue, and tearing his skin to bloody ribbons. The mage stumbled backwards, gurgling his last before she crushed his torso under her paws.

Finally

She took a deep breath, savoring the moment of relief coursing through her.Without another thought she sliced away Croesus’ bindings and nosed at the bruised and weary gryphon. His tired and sunken eyes only made her concerned snout inquire his feathers further.

“I thought you were..” He shakily breathed, too weak to push away her snout.

“Dead?” She rumbled softly, trying to ignore the dried blood all over him. Wounds by swords and clubs still evident on his fur. “Please. It takes more then that to get rid of me.”

“So, this is the real you huh darlin?” He coughed, giving her a beak parted smile as he looked longingly up at her. “Didn’t disappoint none. Just as fantastical and beautiful like as I said.” He weakly pushed at her nosing snout as it drew close to looking onto his blood coated claws. “Just a flesh wound. No need to be makin all the fuss. Had them on the ropes until you showed up.”

“Sure looked like it. ” She laughed, licking at his face. That only made his ears splay, and another playful bat at her snout. “Maybe I should have waited around to see how it played out.”

“No. No.” He panted, falling forward with his forearms wrapped around her neck. “Feel free to fly in whenever you like. But If you can find some healing potions, I’d be most grateful.”

Brenda and Warrior emerged from the keep, crossbows in tow. The pair wore smiles from ear to ear before pulling out knives and getting to work on freeing the others.

“You son of a bitch!” Croesus squawked. “That plan was utterly ridiculous! Nearly got me killed!”

“It worked didn’t it?” Brenada laughed, cutting free Mira, who locked her arms around the woman most tightly.

“See?” Croesus rolled his eyes. “This is why we stopped working together.” He fell again to his belly, this time with Ossai wrapped around him like a city wall. Both simply watched over the mortals, letting their tired limbs come to an aching rest. Brenda went about lighting the torches as the sun finally sunk below the walls, perfectly painting the sky a beautiful lavender mixed with blue, leaving the forests and hills but darkened shadows.

“Some Crimson Sky huh?” Croesus warbled softly. “Mother always said it brought great change and adventure. Always was a wise woman.”

“Crimson Sky indeed.” She chuckled, licking the gryphon one more time on the head.

“So..” The gryphon pressed into her, eyes closed. “Is he dead? The magister leader?”

“Crushed beneath my paws.” She held up a claw, allowing her companion to take in the dried blood on her scales. “Cracked like an acorn. Unless he had some magical aid, he won’t be troubling anyone a single moment more.”

“Good.” His tail thumped. “Folks like him always need a good round of murdering. Might as well be us.”

When he shivered, she hugged him close, nosing at his furry chest. “Your friends would be proud of you.”

“You think?” He tilted his head back, his eyes an all consuming chasm.

She couldn’t help but smirk, down at him. “I do. And you walked away from it.”

“Well.” He poked his chest with a groan. “Survived it at least. Going to leave a few dozen scars.”

“Yea but what’s a few dozen?” She gestured to her weathered tail. How the frills in some places had tiny holes from where the bolts had pierced. “They build character.”

In relieved silence they sat, losing themselves to the sounds of their soft warbles and pleased rumbles. The day’s stress finally sunk it’s persistent jaws, filling every limb and appendage with aches. Bandages, potions and stitching we laid bare before them. Only Brenda looked onto them with a sly smile, starting to issue orders on who was the best to start tending to the wounded pair.

“They are going to hurt, aren’t they?” Croesus asked, warily eying the woman with a sharpened needle.

“Course not!”

“Lair.” Croesus whined, flinching and splaying his ears with every pierce of his flesh. It was not long before he was sealed up tight, healing potions drank, and quietly resting around a growing campfire. One she’d easily summoned up with a wave of her paw.

The burning wood smelled of victory, raising her spirits to the stars themselves as they admired the twinkling dragon souls together. For the first time since her return to this world they looked happy. The flickering lights seemingly trying to tell her things were going to be okay. Especially with each tender stroke of the gryphon’s back as she told him of the humans and Bahamut, and how each star was the soul of a dragon. Gifted by Bahamut to watch over the world she created.

The wind came as her companions began their own tales, but it was nothing before the warm cheers filling the air. Their jubilant voices combining into one, swelling their hearts and chest to near bursting. They spoke till eyelids grew heavy, and even the Emperor’s daughter exhausted as she was, drifted into a deep slumber.

* * * * * * * * * *

With the sun she woke, like she its greener twin. Purpose fluttered about her blood as she insisted and prodded at the sleeping form of her companions. The sky welcomed her its bright and shining glory that spread out to the countryside and thick viridian forests. Despite the ache in her wing-joints,everything was brighter, louder, caressed with a layer of honied gold. Like a siren the sky called to her, seducing her wings open. How could she resist it’s call?

She pounced into the azure sky with a thundering heart, spiraling high to dance about the clouds like a younger drake. Winds curled caressed every scale, teased every frill like a lover, enveloped every last inch of her segmented scales in a pleasurable glow. How she’d missed this. Ossai spread her wings wide, closing her eyes and gliding lazily through the sky. This was her victory. The mortals, her body, the sky had at least one dragon among its number. All future concerns seemed less important with every chilly morning breath she took. All of them massaged back to her mind by the sinful caress of the sun.

When she deemed her time had been too long spent, she returned briskly to her companions. Ones who’d resorted to walking back to the town along the horse readied path instead. Croesus had been not up to flying, his stiches and wounds preventing him. She’d landed alongside the trail, relishing the awe filled looks that the humans gave her. Like a living god walked among these more common folk. She’d trotted over, practically a bounce in her every step and a happy swish of her tail. Even Croesus had a sparkle in his eyes of course just for her.

“Miss me?” She rumbled, lowering her snout to his level as she paced around him, finally setting into his more slower pace.

“Oh. I had time to keep myself occupied.” The gryphon chuckled, moving closer as the humans gave them a wide berth. “Still a bit sore. Haven’t felt this way in a long time.” His ears twitched as he clacked his beak, searching for the right word. “Nope. Never been this sore.”

“Give it time then.” She glanced over his quilt like fur. It would grow back in time. Glorious and wonderful. Just like how she’d done. When his crown feathers rose, she couldn’t help but warble her approval.

Together they strolled along the dusty path, one they nearly took up together. What a sight they would appear to be to any traveler. The larger ness and her companions. Would probably send foes running for the hills, and jaws to fall slack. They watched and took in packs of birds that would rise and dart above. Singing as if in thanks for her return. She caught other smaller mammals watching from a safe distance, and relished the soft and tender breeze of the morning air.

When they arrived at Steer’s Crossing the welcome was confused and filled with lots of questions. The people were concerned, practically hiding behind the many buildings. They’d only heard of dragons less seen one in the living flesh. They cowered and called for help at first, clumsily ducking behind what they could until Brenda explained and ensured them they were in no danger. Bitch was first to race to them, embracing Brenda in the tightest of bear hugs Ossai had ever seen. Mira and August were met with equal slaps on the back as the crowd padded on in, loud pronouncements and cheers echoing for their safety. Then they explained the destruction of the magisters, and how like a gift from the gods she’d smote them from their ruling hill.

If anyone cared for their destruction she’d never know, for cheers and joyous hoots were cried from nearly every mouth in town. She described the battle as swarms of humans came to listen, gasping and watching on with ever widening eyes.

Heros. That’s what the townsfolk had called them. First time she’d ever been referred to as that. Freeing the people from their evil tyrants. More cheers came after the first wave, nearly turning her frills a dark green. Sure, she loved the attention and was rumbling in her throat, but she was trying to keep up appearances. Which was getting harder the more that Croesus chirped his own happiness at her. After the praises that were so thick, she thought she might slice them with her claws, the town offered her tribute. Food, drink, any riches they could procure from their huts and pockets was soon offered to her.

To their surprise she refused them. She had no home in which to store them, nor pockets to lug around every book or treasured heirloom that was laid before her claws. “I have much to do little ones before I can keep your gifts. Just remember I shall return one day to collect them.” She’d held her head high as they celebrated her victory, setting her sights to the mountains ever on the distance. “I have much to seek out and explore. Once I have those answers I will return to you. Make certain that the magisters never rise from their ashes. Nor set foot or hair in my town.”

Whispers about what she meant by that were met with cheers and celebrations over having been freed. Even Brenda called for it, almost a happy grin from ear to ear. Fires were soon thrown together with a speed she had not expected. Meats saved for favored days were brought out with spices of all kinds sprinkled among them, fruit and veggies joined them of all kinds. Instruments were procured from somewhere to fill the air to with a pleasing, tail tapping melody.

A crown of feathers was soon made for her and her companions. Though hers was stitched together by six humans. They brought it over with gleeful eyes and she lowered her snout so they might place it around her horns. She snorted her approval, getting a group of children to run away from her giggling like mad men. Though some had jumped nearly a foot off the ground in shock.

“Its just a snort!” Croesus had chirped, “Just means she approves!”

Cheers followed that line. Though she stared at him, swearing he was false. She couldn’t find the words to correct him. She let them have this.

As the meals were finished with their cooking, the music waned, chatter rose, and they were bombarded with food and various other treats. Roasted rabbits, mouthwatering venison, and pork were among the things brought for her to feast upon. One whole long table filled to the brim with food on full display for her to peruse. Mixed with that were of course ales, wines, and even some treasured whiskey that a wrinkled man had been saving for such an occasion. Croesus was especially chirpy about that one. Trilling like the bird he was in one long happy song.

“I’d have thought you’d take it easy on the drink.” She mused as the gryphon happily nursed the bottle given to him.

“And why would I?” He wiggled his hind limbs, giving her a mournful look. “I was stabbed, shot, skewered, and more importantly insulted. I think I deserve something to ease the pain. Besides it does three things.” He fluffed his wings, eyeing her up and down.

“And whatever would those be?”

“Well.” He pulled up his feathers, looking like a prideful dragon. “Eases the pain, makes my ears all fuzzy, and last of all makes three of you appear.” His last one he poked at her lowered snout, his pleased look making her frills blush as he nuzzled against her. She let him have that one as well.

“Don’t get too crazy gryphon.” She’d licked him once, trying to play it cool and compose that dragon regalness. “Time and place for affection.”

When the song and human thanks had gotten too much she’d strode away, finding a quiet spot across the river. One where she could curl around a rock and enjoy the pleasing sound of the river and watch from afar the festivities. One that had involved some sort of holding of limbs and prancing. Humans were such strange creatures. Hopefully this wasn’t the first time that mortals would be praising the name of dragons. Though this was most likely the first in quite some time.

Though she’d done her best, Croesus had found her. No sooner then she’d set down upon the grass covered ground did he slink over, a confident stride about him. Even if she could see him trying to hide the limp in his leg, and the wince as the stitches tugged at him.

“Find a nice spot to relax?” He glanced around, scanning every tree and bush. “Quite nice, quite nice. Could use one thing though.”

“What’s that?” Her brow rose, following the clever gryphon as he strolled closer.

“Gryphon to better the mood. Everywhere can use a gryphon.” He settled against her, pressing up against her underside.

“That it can.” She smirked, setting her snout next to his lowered head. “Though I can think of something you could use. Think of it as a reward.”

“A reward you say?” He flicked his eyes to her, ears twitching in interest. “What is said reward?”

“Ossai.” She took a deep breath, “My true name is Ossai.”

His eyes widened. “That’s your….your..”

“My name yes. A treasured thing among dragons. Don’t just go giving it away. Especially to other people we meet while exploring the rest of this new world.”

“Back your words up there Ossai.” He rose his head, tilting it slightly to the side. “You just assume I’d be following?”

She met his yellow pools, knowing the game he was playing. So, she played her part with a smirk. “Better plans, do you? Some townsfolk girl in distress and needed assistance from your feathery behind?”

“My behind is furry not feathery.” He wiggled against her scales. “You know that. So much for dragon intelligence.”

“Watch yourself.” She rested her wing over him.

“And I wouldn’t say I have better plans…” He tapped the ground with a talon.

She snaked her head closer, mere inches from his beak. “Then I suppose I will have to get my name back. Clearly you’re not the gryphon I thought you were.” She nuzzled at him with a racing heart, one he didn’t shy away from and returned with a pleasing chirp.

He sighed heavily as they broke away, their eyes meeting like tied to a chain. “Too bad I don’t do refunds.” He glanced away, crown feathers rising. “I suppose my feathers are tied on this one. You’ve roped me into this venture.”

She smiled, “I suppose so.”

“Could be worse.” He sighed, nuzzling against her face. His coming coo came like a pleased breeze against her heart. “I think the first stop we will make is to seek out your kin.”

“Telling me what to do now?” She grinned. “I don’t think I approve of this scenario.”

“Got a better idea?”

She snorted her reply, ruffling all the feathers along his neck. “I think I like the idea to meet some dragons.”

“Excellent idea.” They chuckled together, settling the air aglow with their warmth.

“Though one thing.” He rested his head against her.

“Yes?”

“Don’t let your kind eat me.”

She rolled her eyes. “I suppose a deal can be arranged for a fair gryphon.” With a pleased sigh she snuggled closer, pulling the smaller gryphon against her scales. Sure, she was uncertain of the coming future in this new land of Sethera, but these first few steps had not been that terrible. She had a traveling companion now and given time perhaps more. She had an endless list of things to check up on but that could wait for another day. Today she could savor her victory. She had him, and that was enough for now.

-The end.