Kapitel 168: - To the Fall
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A/N: I apologize for the short chapter, to me these pages are perfect in their own right, and I will not lengthen them out and remove the ambience I have created for myself. I am selfish, so please understand. I wish you all the love I can give.
Thank you.
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From the fire she walked, like a shadow amongst the flame, her black hair dancing in the wind as the smoke blew past her warm face, her skin glowing in the fire. It was a mesmerizing sight to see the glimmer of her blade, the warm glow of her face, the endless color of her hair. The Dragon, the Army, the world itself couldn't take their eyes off her as Lia's figure walked from the shadows of death, and into the light of the world once again.
All eyes were on her, all breath was held in their chests, as the Dragon's feet pounded against the ground, cracking stone and earth apart with each step as he came forwards, his eyes like flames to the fire that licked at his dark scales.
Lia stopped, her body in the midst of the fire, yet despite how it faded against her skin, how it licked against her clothes and her hair, the warm lights did not harm her. They didn't burn her, nor did they consume her like they did the meadows long turned to ash below her.
The Dragon couldn't help it, he couldn't stop his voice as his head lowered to the ground, his eyes meeting hers in a mirror of fire and frenzy flame.
"How…?"
His voice was small, like a whisper in the night that mirrored his curiosity, to his wonder as he stared at the girl, whose blood he could still taste on his lips. She was dead, he knew he killed her, crushing her between his open maw - yet here she stood, like a diamond amongst the sand.
"How do you walk the line of death, yet never fall into the abyss?"
Lia's voice was a soundless echo in the air, a feeling of bliss overcoming the Dragon as he heard it, as it echoed in his ears. It was like a droplet of water into a sea of stillness. A pin that fell in the silence.
"...Because it is not my time yet."
She was beautiful, she was mesmerizing to see, and as the army began to weep again at the sight of their Queen, their leader, their general, their Warrior of the Flame, The Dragon's voice echoed calmly in her ears like bells calling out her name.
He was close now, she could feel his breath on her skin, and his eyes that pierced the darkness within the night, like two fires of embers that lit up the sky.
"You…You would have made an excellent Dragon."
He reared back his head, his eyes narrowing as the weight of the world surrounded them, the sea of darkness enveloped them and suddenly Lia saw only the two of them in a world of madness and insanity. The fire roared like flowers of the red rose that swayed in the wind, like the pines that beckoned her name back into the mountains, there was silence once again.
But the war was not over, so long as the Tyrant's voice filled the air.
"But I think our little game ends here. If it is not yet your time, then I shall sense you to the abyss."
The Dragon's mouth was filled with fire and flame as he opened his maw wide, his voice echoing through the night.
"So, tell me, how do you choose to die?!"
Then the fire raked towards her tearing through the night as the world surrounded her in fire and death, the warmth resting against her skin as it burned and seared into her flesh. But as the fire faded and surrounded her within, the Dragon laid his eye upon a woman standing with confidence and without harm.
The fire did not harm her, the flames did not burn her, nor would the world let her die in this moment as the Dragon's eyes widened with surprise, disbelief, and a madness that poisoned him within.
She raised her right hand, revealing the run circle as it shined like bright embers, the runes circling one another in a dance of peace and bliss. The Dragon could see it then, as the runes came to stop, as her voice echoed out in the wind, the world stopping as the face of a Dragon appeared on her hand.
'How do you choose to die?'
He could hear himself asking the question in his head, as the world began to blur around him, as he saw the fire, two burning eyes that matched her own. But they were more frightening - more terrifying than anything he had ever seen.
'Her summons…'
Then her voice came and with it, the world faded out into the wind and air.
"Within the sky…."
Then the fire faded, the darkness was gone, and before the Dragon could blink, he felt his soul leave his body for a moment as he appeared above the clouds, like a monster of flying defiance to the wind and sky.
He could see the sun rising above the mountains, its bright golden star shone with colors across the sky. He could see the clouds below him, his eyes never leaving the woman that floated above him like an angel in the wind.
He laughed inside, as he knew this was it, this was his final moment of battle with her.
The Dragon spread his wings, but she did so he felt the world and air fade around him, and it was before he realized the weight of the fall as he fell to the ground, that his wings had holes in them form when the sky was brought down on him.
"Do you think I will die from this?!"
His wings fluttered uselessly by his side as he looked back against the clouds below him, watching as Lia fell with him, her body tracing the vapors his wings left behind.
"Do you think I cannot survive this fall?!"
Then her foot touched ground on his chest, the hard surface of his scales like iron and steel that held fast against the world of swords and spears, axes and bows thrown against him in his long years of living. He would survive this - he had to survive this…but then her voice echoed in his ears.
"Are you so sure?"
She was standing there before him; he could easily kill her now and bring her to the abyss with him. But he didn't, he just watched her eyes as they fell through the sky, racing towards the clouds.
'I have slain armies. I have toppled cities, kingdoms and worlds long before you…'
He saw her eyes and she saw his, and they were two souls floating in the wind, racing past the blue sky above them, like an empty silence that surrounded him.
'...yet, never once did I believe I could actually kill you. How pathetic can I be?'
Tyrannus no longer wanted to end this fight with death, he just wanted to hear her voice as she walked from the chasms of death. He could see the edge, he could see the light that called his name, all the memories that flooded his head like hopes he had dreamed all in vain. The Gods were calling, and he knew his answer would come.
"...the world will forget you. They will never know your name."
".... maybe. But they will forget you too."
The Dragon smiled a warm smile, a smile that one could never hope to see on the face of such a magnificent beast, a legend of old and a cataclysm of the new.
"But I won't. Goodbye Tyrannus, King of Malice. I shall sing songs of your tale till my End."
She was with him, like an enemy and a friend. Suddenly, he was glad he fought her, he was glad she was his opponent, and he was glad she was the one to do it. And like the bell that sang above the clouds, and he was seeing the world in new eyes now as the sun shined across the white blanket of the world below. He felt peace, he felt bliss, and he smiled again like the child he once was.
Then she was gone, her body floating above the clouds as he watched her soar above the sun and the stars, like an angel before him, they were warriors no more.
"And I shall remember you till the end of time itself. Goodbye Lia of the Endless…"
As he fell through the clouds and into the abyss of shadows below, his soul leaving him as he closed his eyes for the last time, he caught a glimpse of the bright blue sky above him, and he felt his heart flutter within.
'Ah…to see such a view…'
He closed his eyes, and he was gone, his last words a breath in the wind as Lia soared above the sky and the clouds below, his last words reaching her like a distant whisper.
'...thank you.'
The Dragon fell to the ground below, the Army watching as his flaming corpse fell to the earth and shook the mountains and the forest with a great thunder as the fire tore through the sky, reaching the stars above in a pillar of smoke and ash.
The Dragon would lay here for the end of time, his flesh rotting away into the ground as the flowers and grass of the meadows would recover, growing from the ashes of death and fire. His bones would be here for centuries, as the meadow would grow with his soul, and he would walk the forest and grasslands like a ghost in the wind.
He was home, and he would stay here for a very long time, for none could remove the Dragon from the wilds.
The War was over, the battle was won.
And like a name drifting in the wind, the Dragon was forgotten in the world of Morden.
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