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Adult +
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62
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8
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Chapter 21
Chapter 021: Legacy, The Guardian's First Key:
A thick tail of braided silver hair flowed on the scorching wind. But it did not affect him. The massive black dragon cowered in fear before the silver haired wizard. Even the little, snake like, drake the wizard wore around his arm like a piece of jewelry did the mighty dragon fear and respect. Only a fool would not show humility before the Dragon Lord.
"Draugcraarak, I sense that brethern of your kind are plotting against the kingdom of Dargor. We are half brethern, my people and your own, so why would the Black Dragon Tribe plot against us?"
The dragon spoke and yet no words left his lips. Their minds had been directly connected since this youth known as Ngwey Bisucaya, "Whom can know the minds of our tribe that deal with the Demon Lords of the Black East." It had been more statement then question in the dragon's mind.
"That answer will not satisfy me, Draugcraarak, and you know it well. You are hiding something from me. I can sense the unease." Ngwey sternly told the elderly, black dragon.
Draugcraarak spoke evasively trying to change to any other subject, "Do not forget that before your current line of kings that the Kingdom of Dargor was once peaceful allies to both the East and Western Kingdoms as it sets on the border of both Stratsovara and the vile Black East. Besides which, dragons have no interest in the affairs of mere mortal creatures."
"You speak half truths, Draugcraarak. What are you hiding?!! I am growing bored with your word games!" Ngwey cautioned the massive black dragon that stood before him.
"Forgive me, Lord Bisucaya. The demon lords seek the First Key of the Guardians."
"Impossible. No pure demon can touch the Emerald Sword, let alone wield it. It was forged by the now exiled Guardians." Ngwey said in disbelief.
Draugcraarak informed his master, "Lord Bisucaya, it is not the demon lords that plan to wield the mighty Emerald Sword. It is to a puppet that they have decided to entrust the Emerald Sword. A man bent to their will of chaos and destruction."
"Then I should bring this news at once to the Western Kingdoms that the Black East will soon be upon us once more."
"They will not come with their full force, my liege. After the many countless wars they have learned to adapt to a new strategy. It is hard to tell whom is pulling the strings, the puppet or the puppeteer. Their attack will come with subtle unlooked for if you take them as the same savage beings when mortals and dragons first meet them for dominion." The black dragon wisely told the other.
Ngwey sagely nodded his head understanding. "I have a task for you. Give me your claw."
The dragon reluctantly complied. His large claw was easily far larger then the tiny mortal one beneath it. He screamed in mental anguish as the rune was burnt into his flesh; but it was not a hot feeling, but one of searing ice.
"You are to aid the exiled one in the Venon Caves and protect the First Key with your life. This rune binds you to that task." Ngwey decreed.
A loud roar and blast of fiery lightning erupted from the dragon's mouth. In his inner most thoughts he cursed the dragon lord. Draugcraarak had wanted no part in this affair. He was old and thought to soon go into eternal sleep; but now he was bound into contract with the Dragon Lord, the most powerful dragon priest known to mortals. There was no way for him to negate out of this. Draugcraarak's powers and strength were beyond all other black dragons; but he could do nothing against this puny mortal's sorcery, and that enraged him. He was still a proud creature, and had no desire to kill his own. He knew that Black Dragons from East would come despite learning that such an old Wrym guarded the First Key.
He let out another roar and blast before spreading his wing. Trees crashed about them as a hurricane raised up around them. Yet Ngwey stood as though there was no such wind. The only evidence to the still and stoic figure was the beating of the braid against his face and back.
A thick tail of braided silver hair flowed on the scorching wind. But it did not affect him. The massive black dragon cowered in fear before the silver haired wizard. Even the little, snake like, drake the wizard wore around his arm like a piece of jewelry did the mighty dragon fear and respect. Only a fool would not show humility before the Dragon Lord.
"Draugcraarak, I sense that brethern of your kind are plotting against the kingdom of Dargor. We are half brethern, my people and your own, so why would the Black Dragon Tribe plot against us?"
The dragon spoke and yet no words left his lips. Their minds had been directly connected since this youth known as Ngwey Bisucaya, "Whom can know the minds of our tribe that deal with the Demon Lords of the Black East." It had been more statement then question in the dragon's mind.
"That answer will not satisfy me, Draugcraarak, and you know it well. You are hiding something from me. I can sense the unease." Ngwey sternly told the elderly, black dragon.
Draugcraarak spoke evasively trying to change to any other subject, "Do not forget that before your current line of kings that the Kingdom of Dargor was once peaceful allies to both the East and Western Kingdoms as it sets on the border of both Stratsovara and the vile Black East. Besides which, dragons have no interest in the affairs of mere mortal creatures."
"You speak half truths, Draugcraarak. What are you hiding?!! I am growing bored with your word games!" Ngwey cautioned the massive black dragon that stood before him.
"Forgive me, Lord Bisucaya. The demon lords seek the First Key of the Guardians."
"Impossible. No pure demon can touch the Emerald Sword, let alone wield it. It was forged by the now exiled Guardians." Ngwey said in disbelief.
Draugcraarak informed his master, "Lord Bisucaya, it is not the demon lords that plan to wield the mighty Emerald Sword. It is to a puppet that they have decided to entrust the Emerald Sword. A man bent to their will of chaos and destruction."
"Then I should bring this news at once to the Western Kingdoms that the Black East will soon be upon us once more."
"They will not come with their full force, my liege. After the many countless wars they have learned to adapt to a new strategy. It is hard to tell whom is pulling the strings, the puppet or the puppeteer. Their attack will come with subtle unlooked for if you take them as the same savage beings when mortals and dragons first meet them for dominion." The black dragon wisely told the other.
Ngwey sagely nodded his head understanding. "I have a task for you. Give me your claw."
The dragon reluctantly complied. His large claw was easily far larger then the tiny mortal one beneath it. He screamed in mental anguish as the rune was burnt into his flesh; but it was not a hot feeling, but one of searing ice.
"You are to aid the exiled one in the Venon Caves and protect the First Key with your life. This rune binds you to that task." Ngwey decreed.
A loud roar and blast of fiery lightning erupted from the dragon's mouth. In his inner most thoughts he cursed the dragon lord. Draugcraarak had wanted no part in this affair. He was old and thought to soon go into eternal sleep; but now he was bound into contract with the Dragon Lord, the most powerful dragon priest known to mortals. There was no way for him to negate out of this. Draugcraarak's powers and strength were beyond all other black dragons; but he could do nothing against this puny mortal's sorcery, and that enraged him. He was still a proud creature, and had no desire to kill his own. He knew that Black Dragons from East would come despite learning that such an old Wrym guarded the First Key.
He let out another roar and blast before spreading his wing. Trees crashed about them as a hurricane raised up around them. Yet Ngwey stood as though there was no such wind. The only evidence to the still and stoic figure was the beating of the braid against his face and back.