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Chapter 27
[b]Chapter 027: Spit Your Red Flame :[/b]
The ice around him slowly melted. His eyesight was gone; but not his powers. His mind reached out and called for aid. He felt the presence of another within his mind. It was like nothing he had ever encountered before.
"Tiny horn, such awful coldness surrounds this mortal frame. Has the world gone again into the Age of Eternal Winter?" the strong voice inquired inside of the dragon lord's brain.
"It is a strong sorcery, Noble Dragon King. Can you not undo the works of this mortal Warlock, and free me." Ngwey sent out his thoughts.
"We have such powers over sorcery. We shall see if we can accomplish what you ask." Mulitple voices spoke back to him in unison.
Feeling slowly crept back into his body until he stood knee high in an ice cold pool of water. The Dragon Lord crawled up onto a higher rock, and out of the water. He supposed that the Warlock did not know that the Dragon Lord could speak to the Dragon Kings without being their directly. Only a Dragon Lord knew the secrets of their powers.
Ngwey heard footsteps near him. His vision was still blurry. The dragon lord felt smooth, strong fingers stroke across his eyes. He then looked up into the pale blue eyes of a male with strange ears. They were long and rounded and extended out only a third of an inch from the sides of his head. The male's hair was long cornsilk gold, and dressed in red and black armor with black mantle thrown over his broad shoulders.
"I am the Dragon King's Emissary. I have come to escort you to your audience. They have much desire to speak with you."
Ngwey asked, "What do I call you?"
"I am Aion." And having said that the emissary had turned and strode into the cave. Ngwey followed behind him. The darkness was never a problem for him. He had a natural talent of seeing even in the darkness.
He found himself watching the swaying of those long golden strands as they descended down the steep pathway leading into deeper darkness. He felt the cool air of the earth surrounding him starting to become slightly hot the closer he came towards the Dragon Kings.
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Rosenbrim fell onto his knees in the darkness. His body was bruised and Elgard's Eye had faint color to it that the wizard found hurt his eyes if he looked upon the relic. His hot, bleeding body laid nude upon the cool flagstones. He didn't feel like he had the energy to lift himself back up.
Long black hair fell over his back as Lord Schaller's booted foot kicked him onto his backside. Rosenbrim panted and cried in pain. His back felt stick with the small pool of blood it laid in from the whip wounds that had cut his flesh. His whole body felt like it was stinging, especially his legs. That seemed to be Lord Schaller's favorite spot on the dark haired wizard.
Schaller snarled, "Still you cry out that vile name.' the boot came down hard, the heel of it pressing into the crack of the butt.
"Cry out my name!" He felt Schaller straddled over him now. He winced as the hand tightened in his black locks. "You belong only to me now." He winced further as he felt himself lifted somewhat from the coolness of the ground.
The ice around him slowly melted. His eyesight was gone; but not his powers. His mind reached out and called for aid. He felt the presence of another within his mind. It was like nothing he had ever encountered before.
"Tiny horn, such awful coldness surrounds this mortal frame. Has the world gone again into the Age of Eternal Winter?" the strong voice inquired inside of the dragon lord's brain.
"It is a strong sorcery, Noble Dragon King. Can you not undo the works of this mortal Warlock, and free me." Ngwey sent out his thoughts.
"We have such powers over sorcery. We shall see if we can accomplish what you ask." Mulitple voices spoke back to him in unison.
Feeling slowly crept back into his body until he stood knee high in an ice cold pool of water. The Dragon Lord crawled up onto a higher rock, and out of the water. He supposed that the Warlock did not know that the Dragon Lord could speak to the Dragon Kings without being their directly. Only a Dragon Lord knew the secrets of their powers.
Ngwey heard footsteps near him. His vision was still blurry. The dragon lord felt smooth, strong fingers stroke across his eyes. He then looked up into the pale blue eyes of a male with strange ears. They were long and rounded and extended out only a third of an inch from the sides of his head. The male's hair was long cornsilk gold, and dressed in red and black armor with black mantle thrown over his broad shoulders.
"I am the Dragon King's Emissary. I have come to escort you to your audience. They have much desire to speak with you."
Ngwey asked, "What do I call you?"
"I am Aion." And having said that the emissary had turned and strode into the cave. Ngwey followed behind him. The darkness was never a problem for him. He had a natural talent of seeing even in the darkness.
He found himself watching the swaying of those long golden strands as they descended down the steep pathway leading into deeper darkness. He felt the cool air of the earth surrounding him starting to become slightly hot the closer he came towards the Dragon Kings.
********************
Rosenbrim fell onto his knees in the darkness. His body was bruised and Elgard's Eye had faint color to it that the wizard found hurt his eyes if he looked upon the relic. His hot, bleeding body laid nude upon the cool flagstones. He didn't feel like he had the energy to lift himself back up.
Long black hair fell over his back as Lord Schaller's booted foot kicked him onto his backside. Rosenbrim panted and cried in pain. His back felt stick with the small pool of blood it laid in from the whip wounds that had cut his flesh. His whole body felt like it was stinging, especially his legs. That seemed to be Lord Schaller's favorite spot on the dark haired wizard.
Schaller snarled, "Still you cry out that vile name.' the boot came down hard, the heel of it pressing into the crack of the butt.
"Cry out my name!" He felt Schaller straddled over him now. He winced as the hand tightened in his black locks. "You belong only to me now." He winced further as he felt himself lifted somewhat from the coolness of the ground.