Book 2: Chapter 81
A/N: Hi everyone! I'm back, and in action! Updates will be Friday! I don't have as many chapters as I would like, but I know myself. If I don't update, it will turn into a cycle of my illenss getting in the way and now work too. However I only have the one chapter ready, but now that I'm wirting agian there will be at least two more chapters up in the morning tomorrow.
Heidi
We went through the barrier, however he stopped just short of touching it. I could only assume that he was waiting for permission, as he stood at the threshold of it, turning into a dark cinnamon skinned man. For some reason he carried a metallic scent now that I thought of it, which may mean that he really did have scales that were some kind of metal alloy.
I landed gently, letting my broom hover off the ground a bit so Herrakken’s body wouldn’t scrape it, and stepped through the barrier again, taking Frag’naw’s hand. I led him through the barrier, and he gave me a nod as a thank you. Now that he was inside, he jumped into the air, shifting as he did so. I was helped back on my broom by jJohn, and we made our way to the coven house.
There was a long silence as he glided behind me. He growled very softly, saying something, but dragon dialect was more guttural than wolf. None of us except Rahrraam could understand him, but even his understanding of it was choppy.
He thanks us, squeaked my familiar.
I wish I could only tell him that the pleasure was all ours, but I would tell him one day when he could understand…. This drake lived his entire life out here. He no longer exists in a world he knows, though I was thankful that he wasn’t surprised by technology. Realistically, he does reside in the sky… even though this was the middle of nowhere as long as he’d lived out here, I assume he’d seen a plane at least.
All my fellow sisters came out, hands glowing, or staffs in their hands. However thankfully they paused long enough to see he was no harm. He stood there with a bored expression, one that showed us that he really wasn’t worried about their powers… and I had to admit it caused allot of them to lose their fierceness.
“Please sister, tell me that you haven’t brought the source of our nightmares to our doorstep.” Said Hellinia, running, then standing in front of the other witches.
“I did, but he has come in peace. He doesn’t know any modern languages, mannerisms, and he came to learn.” I said holding both her hands.
“I can feel you’re too weak to have sent a flying paper message…I can barely sense any magic off you... Heidi you should have stopped.” She scolded. “You could have fell out the sky…. But still. You worried me half to death when I saw the glittering scales approach…. Do you know what language he speaks? I’m not as old as mother, but I may be able to help him.”
Rahrraam jumped out my pocket, becoming a naked man. “He speaks Original Draconic…. It is older than you I’m afraid.”
“But not older than me little brother.” Said Hellinia’s demon, crawling from behind her neck as a ram horned snake with little horns, turning into a naked man.
“But I doubt you will have the patience to teach him all over again.”
Frag’naw stepped forward, and held out his forearm, pulling off a very large, heavy looking golden scale.
“He said his arm scales are half gold, half silver, and he is willing to pay in about 6 pounds worth if we agree to help him. He said it is a fair price since this transaction is so one sided. I must agree he is right..” He admitted looking down and holding his chin. “I think only father or mother could best a firstborn of a King.”
“Ask him why he wants this help before we agree to anything.” she said to her demon, and he asked.
“Frag’naw said that 6 pounds of scales is only 6 scales and if you want more, he will give more. He wants to learn the new languages and technologies because when he scented the In-between on them, that he realized that something big is about to happen. He said he wants to be prepared in case he needs to run away, perhaps to the new continent where the half witchling and her mate reside.” Said her familiar.
She hummed. “The young Master is waking, war brews in the heavens, and the sadness of the Lady of Night’s sorrow can be felt. This world in the next few years will change, but I think we are safe. We are so far away, no humans know of us, nor can they even reach us, as we live only a few days flight to the entrance to the Lady’s realm…. But we will teach him. But he must vow to protect us. He doesn’t have to do anything to pick a side, but the other peoples that may flock here will be forced to respect this land.”
He nodded, vowed with bloodied hand, and held out his same hand to shake once it was translated.
“He said the vow, and awaits your agreement.” Said Rahrraam.
They shook and the tense worry that was in the air disappeared. Above all, supernaturals upheld their vows, especially ones in blood. To break it meant you were denying yourself your afterlife, even reincarnation…. So it was taken seriously.
“This is good… I will learn an old language, one to write spells in that can’t easily be dispelled because only very old dragons and the kings would understand.” Said Hellinia.
“What of high demonic?” I asked. I hadn’t studied that, but through my familiar I kind of just understood common, upper and high demonic. The higher the class, the more difficult the demonic, and she chuckled.
“King’s demonic would be best, but only the patriarch of the family has the ability to speak it. Any witch worth their mettle has studied those languages. As with elvish, the human languages, and so on. What makes this language special is that dragons are by nature incredibly powerful. Immune to magic, elemental damage, and they can even hold their breath under water up to an hour. By accessing something old, I can weave spells that no one else can comprehend, and when I learn it, I will teach it to you.” She smiled.
“But I don’t have a portal stone.” I said but she chuckled. It would allow me to teleport here without issue and home again. Magic like that required permission from the Crone to enter, and I didn’t worry that she wouldn’t get to it.
“As if I’d let you leave without one.” She tossed me something that I barely caught. It was a small round grey rock about an inch in diameter, that glowed red when I put a small amount of power in it… she must have worked on this while I was gone. “Come everyone inside for food and drink. Put that wolf’s body in the morgue, and we will not touch it.” She waved her hand and there was a slight glow. I think it was a preservation spell, but also his battered body looked a lot less damaged… “Mother’s book Is also a portal stone. She did that before she died.”
“Wow…. I could have brought it with me.” I mumbled, but she patted my head.
“If you would have lost it, the world would know the Master’s secrets. Carry it with you in a bag of void storage, so that way no one can go inside it but you.” She said as if it were common knowledge. I’d never heard of something like that before.
“What’s that?” Asked my mate as we all started going inside.
“Oh right. Sorry. It’s a leather bag big enough that you can step your feet in. You say the password, and you’re teleported to a 3 by 3 meter room. It’s pretty much a very small library compared to the access of books here, but sacred things that you can’t keep anywhere else belong there. Since it takes 50 years to make even a small one, I have a few I can give you. The passwords will be difficult for you, as they are in my own coded language derived from High Demonic and Russian, but I’ll give it to you before you go. You should also be able to fit your broom in there too.” She smiled.
“Can you teach me how to make that?” I asked and she shook her head.
“You don’t have the energy right now, but I’ll jot it down, and I’ll give you a spare from the storage room as I said.” Hellinia smiled.
Frag’naw impatiently snorted. He could not understand what we were saying, but he likely wanted to learn Now and not later. As a dragon I wouldn’t expect less, as even though he was the first one I’d met, that was a reputation everyone knew about.
“I see our guest is ready for his first lessons.” Chuckled Hellinia. She grabbed his hand gently and led him inside, and me and John followed. There seemed to be a barrier on the front door, and I wasn’t surprised she’d done that given the attack from the hags…
There was also so much activity now since everyone had their powers. “It smells like what I’d imagine a coven to smell like.” Mumbled John.
“The smell of magic?” Asked her sister, Grenadinia. We both nodded.
“That’s good. It means that your people should be safe.” He said with a small smile. “But now that our mission is over… we should get ready to leave.” Said John.
“Now don’t just run off.” Huffed Hellinia. “At least stay the night to rest, talk with your people, and make peace with your actions. I don’t think you will get another chance since your brother was a fugitive.”
“… I don’t have that attachment with him. I came, offered him a chance, he refused. He died for it… but to be fair he would have died either way….” He took an agitated breath.
“Then don’t worry too much about it… Both of you should rest.” She said taking Frag’Naw upstairs. We followed with a gentle nod, and now that I was ‘home’ I felt the effects of pushing myself so hard.
“We really should take up her offer.” I said with a yawn. I really was spent, so much so I stumbled when I put my hand on the banister.
John picked me up, carrying me upstairs, getting awes from many of the other witches that saw.
“I don’t know how it slipped my mind… but we won’t leave until you’re rested. He said using his foot to open the door. He laid me down, and my body was pretty much jelly. I’d flown to find him, then on the way back I had to use three times the usual mount of energy to get back.
“You have allot to think about John. Whether or not you admit it.” I said sitting up, but he used a hand to push me down. Rahrraam tried to help him even though at the moment he was a rat.
“Don’t worry about me. I’m fine. I wasn’t the one to use my power without a break.” He chuckled.
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