Dragon Lore[Repost]

Chapter Two- Unwavering Resolve

(~~~) Gidge continued to stare at his best friend.. Emerald green eyes awash with both concern and that small bit of fear at his friend’s complete change in tone and voice. Seraphim was still silent.. Those words he had spoken.. ‘It wasn’t a dream…’ Seeming to echo in the calm air around them.. The silence following almost smothering to Gidge. His lanky frame shifts… Sneaker covered feet moving along the gravely and lushly grassed ground. One hand dares to move forward cautiously as the smaller teen looks back to the talisman held so gingerly in his pale hand.. As if it were some sort of treasured heirloom. That hand comes into contact with the soft flesh of the dark eyed boy’s cheek. Multi-colored nails flashing under the mid-day sun. Seraphim jumps.. As if the contact from the other had suddenly drawn him back into reality and he flinches away slightly. He immediately pulls back.. Lips parting.-

“Phim.. Are you okay…?” -His voice holds nothing but fear for his friend.. Green eyes meeting with obsidian ones. He holds the gaze of the other… Even as a chill flows down his spine followed be the warmest of tingles… Sending the hairs at the nape of his neck standing on end. He watches the other’s head tilt. Auburn bangs sliding over those eerie eyes for just a moment… His expression turning to one of a daydreamer.. Blank and near serene as his lips part to emit the most beautiful and.. Terrifying voice that Gidge had ever heard But it isn’t just one voice.. It seemed as if many voices, all chillingly alluring.. Had melded together to form a melody of rapturous bliss..-

“D\'innib noh‘we D\'innib... A\'nci noh’we A\'nci.. Unpre H\'nevif. F\'rrib v\'fre U\'sii noh W\'nceh u\'iso. V’fre viler la’iv f’sob y’fro-fre a’nearew v’fisiv laan v’fluj lo’frar troloa la coisafrib. V’fla m’nyre… V’fla averoq-vif la’fre isav f’nmre noh’e b’wloq o’neib… Se u’iso orse r’zivlouv…..”

-A soft tremor slides through the raven haired boy as the words seem to echo in his very blood… The foreign sounds sending his mind reeling as it tries to comprehend them. Those emerald eyes shine with just a bit more of fear.. Not of his friend.. But -for- his friend as he moves forward. Both of his hands lift and grasp the smaller boy’s shoulders firmly, though, not enough to hurt as he gazes into blank obsidian eyes.. Those blue streaks in them doing nothing to take away the lifeless feeling that the dark orbs projected. -

“Seraphim! Seraphim..” -He blinks as there is no reaction from the other at all. He looks around.. Then down to the talisman grasped in the smaller boy’s hand. He reaches down and touches it.. Trying to pull it free… When suddenly his mind is filled with those booming voices. Repeating those strange words once more. He yells softly and lets it go as if it had burned.. Head throbbing as if that brief contact had somehow hurt him. He grunts and tries shaking the other lightly.. But those eyes keep staring blankly ahead.. Expression vacant and lips parted slightly. He didn’t know what he was to do. So he did the only thing that came to mind.. He leaned down and pressed his lips to the other’s in a near chaste kiss.. Lips closed and eyes the same. A shaft of fire flows through him… And he feels the other go limp against him.. Their lips pulled apart by the slumping of the other‘s form. Emerald eyes widen as his friend lays across his lap.. Breathing soft and face peaceful. His tongue flashes out to glide over his lips.. They felt.. Numb….-(~~~)

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( * ) -Cold… Empty… Waves of fire wash over his flesh as he kneels there. That coldness… It emanates from.. Dark orbs slide to the object clutched in tightly curled pale hands. Yes.. This is the source.. This small talisman. The darkness shifts.. Twirling and sliding around the crouching figure. Then stops.. So suddenly that it sends the mind of the boy whirling for a brief moment. He recovers and lifts his gaze from the hard packed dirt of the ground under him… And opens his mouth to let loose a gasp of pure surprise. Before him stands the most.. Majestic man that he had ever laid eyes on. The man stood tall, his broad shoulders encased in what appeared to be armor made from iron. From the metal that gleamed so brilliantly upon his shoulders hung a deep crimson cape that flowed down his back to rest behind his armor plated knees. His lower half was covered in worn hide.. Fitted tightly to his form and tucked into his iron boots. Resting against his left hip was a dark sheath… Glimmering with a line of red rubies down each side to meet at the tip. The hilt of the sword in this sheath gleamed magnificently against the black of its holder.. Silver with a dark red ruby the size of a small plum fixed at the center of the hilt, just below the handle. Upon his head sat a helm made of bronze.. Shined to perfection. The helm covered his forehead.. Cheeks and nose.. Leaving his eyes and the lower half of his face visible. His eyes… They had to be the most vivid blue that he had ever witnessed. Bright.. Yet deep.. Seeming bottomless. The irises were surrounded by a thin ring of tawny-gold… That same color flecked throughout that striking blue. Those eyes meet with the deep brown of the boy’s gaze.. And the cold that had filled his body mere moments before lifted to give way to a wave of warmth unlike any he had ever known before. His lips part in a small gasp.. Startled by the sudden.. Calm that flowed over him as he watched the stranger. That man lowers a hand to the boy, chain mail glinting softly. The boy reaches a hesitant hand up, then grasps the hand. The glove over the stranger’s fingers is of the softest feeling leather.. Warmed by the skin beneath it. The man’s grip is firm as he hoists the small frame up. He lowers his hand and grasps the talisman, the youth making no attempt to stop the man as he takes it. One gloved hand lifts his chin softly… Then he spreads the chain of the talisman and slides it over the boy’s head… The thing settling against the boy’s chest as if it were meant to be there all along. He removes his hands from the boy and raises them… Pulling off his helm slowly. A soft smile plays about the flesh colored lips of the man… And his shoulder length tawny hair plays about his face as a soft wind blows. The boy just stares up in awe.. Taking in the slightly scruffy appearance of the man’s cheeks and jaw…. Then the scar that runs through his right eyebrow and onto his cheek. The scar in no way takes from the man’s distinguished air.. Somehow just adding to it. The boy moves to speak.. But is silenced as the man raises a hand.. Palm towards him. Then those lips move and his voice spills out. The tone is deep in timbre and rich in accent.. Honeyed and smooth.-

“It… Is time, young one..” Then the world explodes.. The color bleeding away and the blackness returning… The boy cries out as the comforting warmth is taken away with the color and he begins falling once more.. Falling.. Falling… ( * )

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-Pale lids shift and flutter as his head shakes.. Auburn locks falling from his face as his dark eyes open slowly. The first thing his sees is… Gidge’s face.. Staring down at him with an odd expression. He groans and sits up slowly… The fact that his head hand been in his friend’s lap not dawning on him just yet.-

“Augh… Gidge..? What happened…?” -He lifts a hand to clutch at his head.. A sharp throbbing in his right temple causing him to wince slightly as he tilts his head forward. A low groan escaped his lips as he continues to cradle his aching temple, pale fingers laced through his auburn tresses tightly.

“Gidge… What the hell…?” -He looked up to his friend’s face and was startled to see a light hue of red under the caramel skin of his cheekbones. He blinks blearily…. Sure he was just imagining it. Why would he be blushing…? He shakes his head and dismisses it.. Looking around slowly. He swallows lightly and looks down.. Fingers of his right hand opening to reveal the little dragon. His eyes widen and he looks back to Gidge’s face… One brow raising as he asks once more.-

“What.. Happened?” -He watches his friend swallow lightly.. Then open his mouth and close it, as if trying to figure out how to explain what had happened. Gidge shakes his head and begins speaking in a hesitant voice, so much unlike his usually confidant tone.-

“We.. Were on Swinger’s tilt.. And I was pushing you. You made me stop all of a sudden and you made your way down the hill over here, I followed because I wanted to see what had grabbed your attention. Then you knelt down and grabbed that…” -He points to the talisman still in Seraphim’s hand…- “Then.. Your eyes.. They.. They turned black.. With.. Deep streaks of blue… And you face.. It was so empty.. Just like your eyes….” -He shivers faintly… And points a bit to Seraphim‘s eyes.- “They are normal now… Then… After that.. You spoke.. But it wasn’t your voice… It was like.. A bunch of voices all mixed together speaking a language I have never heard before. I couldn’t understand it. Then.. Uhh.. You passed out…” -Gidge’s cheeks darken a bit as he looks off to the side… But Seraphim pays no heed looking down at it. The dragon.. Looked like a baby… Its tiny wings spread and curling so that the whole thing was in a circle shape as it bit its own tail. Its eye was a ruby… The color a deep red that resembled blood. He looks up at the face of the larger boy and looks back down. His lips purse and he parts them to speak softly.. Voice echoing that man’s.-

“It.. Is time, young one….” -He hears the other’s questioning sound at his words but doesn’t answer as he lifts the chain and spreads it. He hesitates a mere moment.. Then slips it over his head. As soon as the cold metal of the talisman touches the fabric of his shirt.. It seems to seep through to his chest… Images begin flying through his mind at a sickening rate. Fire.. Screams.. Flashes of light and booms of sound as that language slides through the background of the scenes. His eyes close and he groans softly.. One hand reaching out of its own accord as his lips part and he speaks in his own voice.. But once more in that unknown language.-

“B’soqre.. R’zlir.. M’nyre laseev v’fer-we arrij. V’fre isav noh’e pysow brisvif… Wriv w’nce j’lob lin derre a’sitsvilno noh’ce o’neib. Mirsav, unpre vina, Ne u’flib noh menimfruw..Beniv l’qoner nice miris… F’savro vinic s’lib.”

-Seraphim gasps and falls to the side as those last words echo from his lips… Feeling strong arms catch him and he instinctively curls close. His breath comes out in frantic pants and stifled sobs catch in his throat. He clutches at Gidge’s shirtfront and looks up. His eyes are wide and tears begin forming in them. His voice is breathy and choked as he speaks to the boy looking down on him…-

“So much.. Pain…“

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(~~~) -That language again… Thoughts of confusion run rampant through the mind of the raven haired youth as his friend once more utters words in that chilling language. He had broken out of his thoughts just in time to catch his friend as he fell to the side.. Cradling the small frame to his chest. He gasps as his friend looks up into his face.. Those dark eyes awash with tears… The tears spilling and leaving trails behind on that alabaster skin as they fall from Seraphim’s chin. Gidge swallows softly and leans his head down as he hears the other’s words. His eyes widen and he speaks softly.-

“Who is in pain..? Are you hurt, Phim?” -His head tilts and his eyes run the length of the other’s slight frame.. Trying to see if any damage was visible. He looks back to the other’s face as he feels his head shake slowly. He blinks and speaks again.-

“Who.. Who is in pain, Searphim…?” -Very rarely did he call him by his full name.. Which only echoed how scared he was. The other swallows softly and speaks in a low voice.. Haunted where it had been carefree before.-

“The people.. So much pain.. Death.. Fire.. There is a war.. A war that is killing all of those it touches. I.. Need to help them…” -He stands and grunts softly.. Staggering some. Gidge is on his feet in an instant and puts a steadying hand to the space between his best friend’s shoulder blades.-

“Are you okay…?”

“Yes.. Just a bit.. Light headed. Come on Gidge.. I have to go home and.. Get ready…” -He blinks and looks down upon his friend’s determined face…-

“Ready.. Ready for what…?” -He can feel his friend’s shoulders tense and straighten.. Then blinks as his voice rings out.. Firm and confidant.-

“I have to go to where this pain is, Gidge... I have to.. Stop it somehow.” (~~~)

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-Seraphim’s lips are flattened into a straight line as he trudges back through the little stream and back up the hill, not looking back, but knowing his friend is right behind him. The trip back to his home is silent and tense.. The air around the two heavy with both unanswered questions and an ominous tinge of uncertainty. His hand slides into his back pocket as he reaches his door and he pulls his keys out, unlocking his door. He walks in.. Hearing the door close as Gidge comes in as well, still silent. He takes a deep breath and turns around.. Looking to the clock on the wall located above his living room fireplace… They had only been gone an hour and a half, Seraphim’s mother would be gone to work for a few more hours yet. He sighs softly… Fingers of his right hand absently trailing up to trace the outline of the dragon slowly as he thinks. He moves to the living room and sits heavily upon the beige couch to the left of the coffee table, brow knitted into a frown. He looks up, brown eyes shining with his chaotic thoughts and signals his friend to come sit beside him. Gidge does so.. Teeth flashing out to worry his lower lip as he looks upon his troubled friend.-

“Phim…?” -His voice is quiet and hesitant as he looks down to the lowered head of Seraphim. He blinks as that head tilts to look up at him.. Features hard and the lines deep around his mouth.-

“You… Probably aren’t going to believe me when I explain all of this to you, Gidge.. But please.. Please.. Just hear me out and then make your judgments.” -He exhales sharply and folds his hands in his lap, fingers twisting together so hard that his knuckles turned white.-

“This.. This talisman.. Belonged to one of my ancestors.. I am not exactly sure how it got here.. And why it looks so new.. And not rusted and old as any artifact should. I had a dream last night… Of a world forced into darkness when before it had been nothing but light. A dream of a prophecy that has been on the mouths and minds of parents and their children of another world for centuries past. I am not sure what this prophecy is about.. But I know that I am somehow involved. This morning.. When I was high in the swing. I spotted a small flashing of light.. Just like I had in my dream of the night before.. A beacon in the darkness to guide me. When I touched it.. My mind became clear on the fact that my dream.. Had not been a dream.. But a vision sent to me by someone in need of help. I saw visions of a man… With the kindest smile and strongest … I don’t know… Aura… That I have ever felt. And… I… I -felt- his aura. Like I could sense his life. Just like right now.. I can sense your worry, fright, and disbelief, Gidge…” -He hears his friend’s light gasp, but continues as if he hadn’t.- “And that scares the shit out of me… I mean.. What the hell am I doing being able to feel your emotions…?” -He sighs.- “But… Shit. I -need- to go… I saw so much pain… Children burning… Locked in their homes as the walls collapse and blaze around them… Burning them alive. Their parents forced to watch.. Unable to do anything. Fuck, Gidge, I saw a woman getting her child cut from her womb while she was still alive.. Awake to watch the knife plunge into her stomach and take both the life of her and her unborn child!” -He grips his head for a moment, as if trying to banish such heinous acts from his mind.- “And now.. I can feel your horror and disgust… Your fear….” -He continues looking down… A single tear running from the corner of his right eye… Trailing down his cheek and falling to his hand. He stares at it.. As if the tiny little puddle held all the answers. He swallows and continues.- “I.. Heard a woman’s voice.. Telling me how to come there, what to say and do. So… I am going to go, Gidge… They.. I can feel their need… No I can hear, taste, touch it, smell it… Every sense is filled with urgency…” -He stops and continues looking down at his hands… Waiting for his friend’s reaction… But by the feelings that were simply pouring from his friend.. He already knew how the other was going to react. He braces his shoulders as he feels his friend shift.-

“I’ll go with you….” -Seraphim’s mouth drops open and his head flies up to gaze up to his friend’s face.. But he can’t see his expression.. Waves of ebony locks cloaking whatever the other’s face might tell him. He swallows softly and speaks.-

“Wh…What did you say…?” -Gidge turns his head and his face is calm… Lips even pulled up into a soft smile…-

“I said.. I will go with you.. I believe you, Seraphim.. What I saw.. What I heard and felt.. There is no way that I couldn’t believe you, bud…”

-Seraphim’s mouth stretches into a grin and he stands up. He looks around and begins walking up the stairs.-

“C’mon, Gidge.. I need to pack some stuff.” -He walks up the stairs and goes into his room… Pulling out a leather shoulder pack.. One he got for school a long time ago but had never used. He turns as Gidge enters his room and gives his friend a soft smile.. The smile is returned and somehow… Makes Seraphim feel just a bit better. He moves around his room, looking for things that would be alright to take. He grunts and grabs a new notebook… Pencils and sharpener… He never knew when they might come in handy. He bends and grabs his chains… Clipping them to his pants. Around his neck he slides a leather collar and around his wrists, studded leather bracelets. He sighs and moves to his desk, grabbing a piece of paper and a pen. He looks to Gidge…-

“What shall I tell my mom…? And.. What are we going to tell your mom…?” -His teeth flash out to nibble his lower lip with worry… He hadn’t thought of that when he decided he must go.-

“Well… You could say we went on a camping trip for the last four days of our break… Umm.. And we will be back in time to go to school?” -They, of course, didn’t know this to be true.. But it was better than disappearing without a word.- “Your mom will tell my mom… Not that she would care if I left without a word…” -His words are just a bit bitter as he speaks and Seraphim nods softly. Gidge’s mother was not the model of parenthood, that was for sure. He sets to work… Outlining what they were going to do on this supposed camping trip.. And for her not to worry. At the bottom he expresses his love and signs his name with a flourish that underlines it. He looks it over and straightens from his desk.. Gazing around his room… Hoping to see it again after he helped that woman.. That voice. He turns towards Gidge and begins walking out… He stops at his question though.-

“Aren’t you going to bring any clothes, Phim..?” -Seraphim shakes his head.-

“Only what I have on me now.. I am sure that there will be clothes there for us both, Gidge… Don’t worry. Now.. Come on…” -He heads out.. Hearing his door close softly as the other follows closely behind. They make their way down the stairs and into the kitchen where Seraphim attaches the little note to the fridge.. Knowing that will probably be the first place his mom goes to get something to eat after a long day at work. His fingers trace the note… Sliding around the word ‘Mom’ a few times. He knew she would be worried.. But this.. He knew that this was a matter far more important than him or her. He sighs and looks to the softly smiling face of the taller boy and lets a slight smile glide across his own mouth. He straightens his back and slides his shoulder strap over his head.. Resting the bag against his right hip. He turns and exit’s the kitchen… Walking to the front door. He stops and gazes around one last time.. The uneasy feeling that he might not be back weighing on his mind. He walks out the door and swallows softly.. Waiting for Gidge to follow before locking the door.-

“Lets go, Gidge.. Before I do something stupid like think about what I am about to do…” -He turns his back and heads for the sidewalk.. Back ramrod straight as he tries to keep is mind blank.-

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(~~~)-His heart raced as he followed Seraphim down the street… The sun still high in the clear sky… Not a cloud to be found on this day. Those multi-hued nails slide to worry the hem of his loose red t-shirt… One of the sleeves of his black, zip up hoodie sliding down his arm. He pushes it back up to bunch around his elbow and continues to fray the stitches of the hem of his shirt. His black and white Converse sneakers hit almost noiselessly against the concrete of the sidewalk as the other walks ahead silently, heading back towards Tilt. They pass by their old elementary…. Then further down the road, their old middle school. He catches up and they move around back of the building, both having to bend to fit through the hole in the wire fence to the forest behind. There stands a path worn through by the many times they had gone through here since discovering it in their seventh grade year. The path twists and turns.. The sun making it through the thick treetops in only small rays of light. Tilt makes it into view a few minutes later and Seraphim heads down the hill.. He follows a few steps behind. Once more, they cross the little stream and stop in the very spot where all this had begun. Seraphim kneels down and touches the ground with his fingertips, looking around. Gidge remains quiet. Seraphim stands and looks straight up into the face of the taller boy so suddenly that he nearly moves back a step.. Startled. He blinks slowly and watches Seraphim’s throat muscles work under his skin as he swallows and speaks…-

“Its time now….” (~~~)

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-Those brown eyes take in the face of Gidge… Worry and some fear evident in the other even without Seraphim having to use his new found gift. His tongue flicks out to glide over his lips.. His own worry that all of this might somehow not be real.. And that he was a lunatic or something of the like flickering through his thoughts. He takes a deep breath and looks into his mind to where he knew the words he needed rested. His hand reaches out and grasps the other’s right hand with his left.. He can feel the other’s confusion, but doesn’t let go. He looks up, the leaves blocking his view of the sky. His mouth opens and his voice spills out.. Cadence slow and even as he begins speaking.-

“Y\'fiseev nour y\'sa, afsii der. Y\'fiseev la, afsii h\'sbre….. ” -As he speaks.. His eyes cloud over and that eerie black begins bleeding into them.. Sapphire streaks seeping in as well. His voice gains intensity as he continues… Never faltering.- “Pre’penelra nofre hineq\'nivvro... Loavsoura noh lip\'desisour….” -A wave of power flows through the body of the boy.. No doubt sliding into the other through their contact of flesh. A wind slides around them at a twister like speed.. Sending their hair flying around their faces and their clothes fluttering wildly.- “Se y\'neib inoq inav, la h\'ncob!!” -The air around them goes deathly quiet… All the sound sucked out.. No birds.. No wind.. Nothing as those last few words pour from the boy’s lips. Everything seems to stand still… Then.. The world explodes into a blinding light so intense that both the boys cried out.. The brilliance of it so dazzling it felt like they were directly in front of the sun.. Scorching and radiant…..-

-END: Chapter Two: Unwavering Resolve-

[[ A/N: Here are some links tranlating the language in my story. They go in order of apperance in the text. http://bookittyninja.deadjournal.com/1172.html Here is the spell he uses at the end. http://bookittyninja.deadjournal.com/2040.html ]]