Ida
(#31269985)
"I have to know she's safe..."
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Energy: 50/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Lightning.
Female Mirror
This dragon is hibernating.
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
7.49 m
Wingspan
3.81 m
Weight
430.86 kg
Genetics
Marigold
Ground
Ground
Silver
Fissure
Fissure
Ultramarine
Basic
Basic
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Mirror
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
7
AGI
8
DEF
6
QCK
8
INT
5
VIT
6
MND
5
Lineage
Parents
- none
Offspring
- none
Biography
{Quote is a w.i.p.}
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Ida, Part 1, Interlude
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Continued from Azoth, Part 2
This chapter is also set roughly the day after Amity Part 1 & Prosper Part 1
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Ida, Part 1, Interlude
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Continued from Azoth, Part 2
This chapter is also set roughly the day after Amity Part 1 & Prosper Part 1
Glaw hadn't returned.
What happened to him or where he was, Azoth didn't know, or really care all too much. And there was no way he was going back to the monstrous Ridgeback's fortress, where his goons were likely still hiding. When Glaw had stormed away after the wizard and his companions, his dragons had all lost their minds when they realized they had no other dragon to steal souls for them.
Especially after Azoth himself left them.
Quickly, he checked the tubes strapped to his coat, then relaxing, relieved that they were empty. He shuddered at the memory of delivering souls to Glaw and the others.
Azoth silently vowed that never again would he take another soul.
Still he remained in the arid desert of the Shifting Expanse, keeping an eye out for Thimbleweed and warning other dragons away from the Imperial's tricks to get them to trust him and release him. And so each day, like today, Azoth used his magic to teleport from clan to clan across the Expanse, handing out posters with Thimbleweed's face. Luckily, nodrake outside of Glaw's fortress recognized Azoth, nor did Glaw's henchdragons make any attempt to come looking for him.
He stopped for a late lunch at a nearby tavern, receiving looks from groups of other dragons as he took his own seat at an unoccupied table. They stared at him and exchanged whispers, but Azoth was used to dragons talking about how different he looked. He sneered at them, flicking his tongue in and out, and they all averted their eyes.
He turned back around to reach for a menu laying on the table, but he nearly jumped out of his seat when noticing the ghostly form sitting across from him and staring at him with pale eyes.
It's nice to see you're still doing one right thing, a voice in his mind hissed. But Thimbleweed's anger grows by the day, Azoth.
Azoth quickly regained his composure before more dragons could turn their attentions back to him, and his eyes were locked onto those of the ghostly dragon. It was a Tundra, and he knew that voice...
“Cog?” he asked, bewildered, and the spirit nodded once.
Cog had once been a Tundra, when he was living, and had been transformed into a Fae by the fairy Islet, when he'd angered her, also cursing him with a fungal disease that affected only Fae. The disease had taken over Cog's body and mind, before ultimately killing him in the end.
Now his ghost appeared as a Tundra, as he scowled to Azoth. Azoth heard more whispering. The other dragons were exchanging more murmurs and staring in his direction.
They can't see me, Cog thought to him. I'm visible only to you right now.
“So are you here to haunt me, now?” Azoth mumbled under his breath so the others couldn't hear. “I gotta be honest, I was expecting something more extreme.”
While it'd please me to watch you squirm...no. I can't stay long.
“Then why are you here now?”
Cog seemed to hesitate before answering. You remember Ida, don't you?
Azoth didn't reply at first, puzzled. His voice was quiet when he said, “Yes...Glaw mentioned something about Runa failing to save her...” he trailed off, his stomach turning.
Cog's ghostly eyes turned hard, just for a moment, when he spied the tubes strapped to Azoth's coat. She is dead, he sighed. But she needs your help. You're the only dragon who can save her, now.
“Wait, wait,” Azoth exclaimed to Cog just as another dragon walked by.
“Yes, what can I get you?” the waiterdragon asked him, looking nervous.
“Uh, just a water, please,” Azoth said. He suddenly wasn't hungry. When the waiterdragon left to fetch the glass of water, Azoth looked back to Cog. “What do you mean?” he hissed under his breath. “How am I supposed to help a dead dragon? I don't even know where she is.”
You'll figure something out, Cog whispered coldly. She's in the Abiding Boneyard. Don't keep her waiting much longer.
With that, he vanished.
What happened to him or where he was, Azoth didn't know, or really care all too much. And there was no way he was going back to the monstrous Ridgeback's fortress, where his goons were likely still hiding. When Glaw had stormed away after the wizard and his companions, his dragons had all lost their minds when they realized they had no other dragon to steal souls for them.
Especially after Azoth himself left them.
Quickly, he checked the tubes strapped to his coat, then relaxing, relieved that they were empty. He shuddered at the memory of delivering souls to Glaw and the others.
Azoth silently vowed that never again would he take another soul.
Still he remained in the arid desert of the Shifting Expanse, keeping an eye out for Thimbleweed and warning other dragons away from the Imperial's tricks to get them to trust him and release him. And so each day, like today, Azoth used his magic to teleport from clan to clan across the Expanse, handing out posters with Thimbleweed's face. Luckily, nodrake outside of Glaw's fortress recognized Azoth, nor did Glaw's henchdragons make any attempt to come looking for him.
He stopped for a late lunch at a nearby tavern, receiving looks from groups of other dragons as he took his own seat at an unoccupied table. They stared at him and exchanged whispers, but Azoth was used to dragons talking about how different he looked. He sneered at them, flicking his tongue in and out, and they all averted their eyes.
He turned back around to reach for a menu laying on the table, but he nearly jumped out of his seat when noticing the ghostly form sitting across from him and staring at him with pale eyes.
It's nice to see you're still doing one right thing, a voice in his mind hissed. But Thimbleweed's anger grows by the day, Azoth.
Azoth quickly regained his composure before more dragons could turn their attentions back to him, and his eyes were locked onto those of the ghostly dragon. It was a Tundra, and he knew that voice...
“Cog?” he asked, bewildered, and the spirit nodded once.
Cog had once been a Tundra, when he was living, and had been transformed into a Fae by the fairy Islet, when he'd angered her, also cursing him with a fungal disease that affected only Fae. The disease had taken over Cog's body and mind, before ultimately killing him in the end.
Now his ghost appeared as a Tundra, as he scowled to Azoth. Azoth heard more whispering. The other dragons were exchanging more murmurs and staring in his direction.
They can't see me, Cog thought to him. I'm visible only to you right now.
“So are you here to haunt me, now?” Azoth mumbled under his breath so the others couldn't hear. “I gotta be honest, I was expecting something more extreme.”
While it'd please me to watch you squirm...no. I can't stay long.
“Then why are you here now?”
Cog seemed to hesitate before answering. You remember Ida, don't you?
Azoth didn't reply at first, puzzled. His voice was quiet when he said, “Yes...Glaw mentioned something about Runa failing to save her...” he trailed off, his stomach turning.
Cog's ghostly eyes turned hard, just for a moment, when he spied the tubes strapped to Azoth's coat. She is dead, he sighed. But she needs your help. You're the only dragon who can save her, now.
“Wait, wait,” Azoth exclaimed to Cog just as another dragon walked by.
“Yes, what can I get you?” the waiterdragon asked him, looking nervous.
“Uh, just a water, please,” Azoth said. He suddenly wasn't hungry. When the waiterdragon left to fetch the glass of water, Azoth looked back to Cog. “What do you mean?” he hissed under his breath. “How am I supposed to help a dead dragon? I don't even know where she is.”
You'll figure something out, Cog whispered coldly. She's in the Abiding Boneyard. Don't keep her waiting much longer.
With that, he vanished.
...
The Abiding Boneyard.
Everything about the Plague realm felt so wrong to Azoth. The air was as sticky as the ground, and just as thick. Was everything here truly made of flesh and bone? He shuddered at the thought, pushing on.
How was he supposed to find Ida here? Dragons got lost in here, perhaps for forever. What if he never found her?
Something shrieked...from...somewhere...and Azoth froze.
Nope. He was not about to stay and find out what that was.
Using his staff, he teleported from ridge to ridge, fleshy mounds to pulsating pustules, trying to get better views, seeing if he might recognize the familiar form of—
There!
Azoth almost called her name, but he didn't want to risk attracting any attention of whatever lurked in this nightmare. But another dragon was with Ida...and even from this distance, Azoth could see insanity in those round, wild eyes.
“Come back for more, my dear?” the dragon, a pink Spiral, giggled madly as he stepped closer, reaching for the cleaver under his dirty coat. “I'll make it quick... just like before...”
Ida stumbled back. “Just leave me alone,” she tried to growl, her voice gravelly and raw.
The Spiral only smiled, his grin stretching from horn to horn, his teeth glinting. “You know...I've never met a dragon quite like you...a soul returning to the body after death...perhaps you could make a valuable test subject...”
The air vibrated, and suddenly Azoth was there, to the shock of both dragons. A bolt of green light projected from Azoth's staff and knocked the pink Spiral back. Fury twisted the pink dragon's face, but when Azoth took a menacing step towards him, the Spiral hissed, grabbing his cleaver, and took to the sky, soon vanishing from sight.
“Azoth?” Ida's hoarse voice wondered.
He turned to face her...and was horrified at what he saw.
The gold-and-silver Mirror was slightly thinner than when he last saw her. Her once-bright eyes were sunken and full of despair. Her armour and gown were torn and bloodied, and she moved as though she had trouble doing so, her joints stiff and awkward, and her scales appeared lightly decayed. Her eyes betrayed agony and sorrow.
Azoth rushed to her side, taking her with him before her wails could fill the Boneyard.
The Abiding Boneyard.
Everything about the Plague realm felt so wrong to Azoth. The air was as sticky as the ground, and just as thick. Was everything here truly made of flesh and bone? He shuddered at the thought, pushing on.
How was he supposed to find Ida here? Dragons got lost in here, perhaps for forever. What if he never found her?
Something shrieked...from...somewhere...and Azoth froze.
Nope. He was not about to stay and find out what that was.
Using his staff, he teleported from ridge to ridge, fleshy mounds to pulsating pustules, trying to get better views, seeing if he might recognize the familiar form of—
There!
Azoth almost called her name, but he didn't want to risk attracting any attention of whatever lurked in this nightmare. But another dragon was with Ida...and even from this distance, Azoth could see insanity in those round, wild eyes.
“Come back for more, my dear?” the dragon, a pink Spiral, giggled madly as he stepped closer, reaching for the cleaver under his dirty coat. “I'll make it quick... just like before...”
Ida stumbled back. “Just leave me alone,” she tried to growl, her voice gravelly and raw.
The Spiral only smiled, his grin stretching from horn to horn, his teeth glinting. “You know...I've never met a dragon quite like you...a soul returning to the body after death...perhaps you could make a valuable test subject...”
The air vibrated, and suddenly Azoth was there, to the shock of both dragons. A bolt of green light projected from Azoth's staff and knocked the pink Spiral back. Fury twisted the pink dragon's face, but when Azoth took a menacing step towards him, the Spiral hissed, grabbing his cleaver, and took to the sky, soon vanishing from sight.
“Azoth?” Ida's hoarse voice wondered.
He turned to face her...and was horrified at what he saw.
The gold-and-silver Mirror was slightly thinner than when he last saw her. Her once-bright eyes were sunken and full of despair. Her armour and gown were torn and bloodied, and she moved as though she had trouble doing so, her joints stiff and awkward, and her scales appeared lightly decayed. Her eyes betrayed agony and sorrow.
Azoth rushed to her side, taking her with him before her wails could fill the Boneyard.
...
In the Charged Barrens, Ida sat by the mouth of the small cave, unmoving as she stared outside. She'd remained still for long, silent moments.
“Ida,” Azoth finally said softly, and the Mirror blinked slowly, but she didn't turn around. “Tell me what happened.”
Ida said nothing for several more moments. When she finally spoke, her gravelly voice said, “First tell me where Glaw is.”
Azoth sighed, and explained everything. The direction where he saw Glaw go, that the Ridgeback hadn't come back...and the cruel things he'd done to other dragons.
Now Ida stared at him in utter disbelief.
“And I helped him,” Azoth admitted with a low growl. Regret ate at his heart and stomach as he recalled the atrocities that Glaw had forced him to do...including betraying his only brother, Cog. “And Glaw only wanted to marry you because...” he broke off, unable to finish that sentence.
Ida searched his green eyes. She didn't want to believe it, but she knew Azoth spoke the truth. “And Runa?” she asked, her gravelly voice almost inaudible.
Azoth only closed his eyes and shook his head, and Ida felt as though her once-beating heart would crack, and tears streamed down her face.
“That Spiral,” she whispered hoarsely, “he's the one who killed me. There was war...and a child...I tried to protect her...but he killed me. And then...I felt like I was burning, but it didn't hurt...when I woke up back in my body...she was gone...the child's gone...”
“Wait,” Azoth cut in, “'she'? Who do you mean?”
“I have to find her...I need to find her...”
“Ida.”
She stopped and stared, her eyes round and desperate. “The child...she's out there somewhere...I tried to keep her safe...I have to know if she's safe...”
Azoth's face showed confusion. As Ida explained, his head spun. Just how were they going to find one infant dragon in all of Sornieth?
Ida turned her gaze west. “Another Spiral...he took her there.”
Azoth followed her eyes, and in the distance, he could just make out the Sea.
In the Charged Barrens, Ida sat by the mouth of the small cave, unmoving as she stared outside. She'd remained still for long, silent moments.
“Ida,” Azoth finally said softly, and the Mirror blinked slowly, but she didn't turn around. “Tell me what happened.”
Ida said nothing for several more moments. When she finally spoke, her gravelly voice said, “First tell me where Glaw is.”
Azoth sighed, and explained everything. The direction where he saw Glaw go, that the Ridgeback hadn't come back...and the cruel things he'd done to other dragons.
Now Ida stared at him in utter disbelief.
“And I helped him,” Azoth admitted with a low growl. Regret ate at his heart and stomach as he recalled the atrocities that Glaw had forced him to do...including betraying his only brother, Cog. “And Glaw only wanted to marry you because...” he broke off, unable to finish that sentence.
Ida searched his green eyes. She didn't want to believe it, but she knew Azoth spoke the truth. “And Runa?” she asked, her gravelly voice almost inaudible.
Azoth only closed his eyes and shook his head, and Ida felt as though her once-beating heart would crack, and tears streamed down her face.
“That Spiral,” she whispered hoarsely, “he's the one who killed me. There was war...and a child...I tried to protect her...but he killed me. And then...I felt like I was burning, but it didn't hurt...when I woke up back in my body...she was gone...the child's gone...”
“Wait,” Azoth cut in, “'she'? Who do you mean?”
“I have to find her...I need to find her...”
“Ida.”
She stopped and stared, her eyes round and desperate. “The child...she's out there somewhere...I tried to keep her safe...I have to know if she's safe...”
Azoth's face showed confusion. As Ida explained, his head spun. Just how were they going to find one infant dragon in all of Sornieth?
Ida turned her gaze west. “Another Spiral...he took her there.”
Azoth followed her eyes, and in the distance, he could just make out the Sea.
...
When they reached the shores of the Highland Scrub, Ida gazed out across the Sea as if in longing. Azoth squinted, trying to see what Ida might be seeing. In the distance, he thought he could make out a tiny dot on the horizon.
“You think she's out there somewhere?” asked Azoth.
“She has to be,” Ida answered softly. Azoth held out his staff for her to grab hold—
Suddenly, the air around them crackled, and an instant later, a huge Imperial zapped into view, blocking out their view of the Sea. He grinned down at them as Azoth glared up at him.
“Leaving again so soon, Azoth?” the Imperial wondered. “Without introducing me to your friend? How rude.” He turned his eyes on Ida as Azoth moved to stand between them.
“She's not interested, Thimbleweed,” Azoth growled.
“Not interested in being freed from her torment and suffering?” Thimbleweed asked in mock-dismay. His smile broadened as Ida stared up at him. “Yes, I can feel your pain, my dear. You feel trapped...”
As Azoth and Thimbleweed argued, Ida's gaze drifted over to the Imperial's huge wings. There was movement there, and she felt something else staring at her...the spots on his wings were shifting...and then she saw one open its eyes...
She staggered back as she felt an agony that was not her own. “You...” she started with a hoarse snarl to Thimbleweed. Azoth reached for her to help steady her trembling.
“You need to go,” Azoth growled to the Imperial, pointing at him warningly with his staff.
Thimbleweed raised both paws in a lazy surrender. “All right, all right, you got me. Once again I'm thwarted by the genius of the mighty Azoth.” He paused when the portly brown dragon shot him a suspicious look. “But before I go, there's something you should know.”
“What is it this time?” Azoth huffed.
Thimbleweed lifted up a single—and very familiar—poster with the Imperial's face on it. “When you're handing these out, you might want to try a more...” he trailed off as the page then turned to ash with one bolt from his claw, “permanent solution?” he suggested with another grin.
A flash of lightning, and he was gone.
Azoth turned back to Ida, softening his voice and eyes when he noticed her distressed expression. “Don't listen to anything he says,” he told her.
“Who is he?” Ida whispered hoarsely, her voice turning cold.
Her stare froze him, but Azoth waved one paw dismissively. “Nodrake you need to worry about now. We should go—”
“He has other dragons trapped,” Ida said flatly.
“I know,” Azoth said, his own voice hardening again. “But they're no longer dragon, and it's too late for them, thanks to Thimbleweed.”
“You never even tried to help them, did you?” Ida probed.
“Do you want to find that child or not?” Azoth snapped.
His harshness stunned her for a moment, but that harshness also answered her question.
He sighed, slightly softening his tone. “I did the only thing I could have done. That collar he wears is what's preventing him from taking more souls. Some of them were stolen, others were tricked into making deals with him. There's nothing more I can do,” he finished quietly.
Ida was silent as she'd listened. Neither of them spoke as Azoth held out his staff again, and they both disappeared from the Scrub.
When they reached the shores of the Highland Scrub, Ida gazed out across the Sea as if in longing. Azoth squinted, trying to see what Ida might be seeing. In the distance, he thought he could make out a tiny dot on the horizon.
“You think she's out there somewhere?” asked Azoth.
“She has to be,” Ida answered softly. Azoth held out his staff for her to grab hold—
Suddenly, the air around them crackled, and an instant later, a huge Imperial zapped into view, blocking out their view of the Sea. He grinned down at them as Azoth glared up at him.
“Leaving again so soon, Azoth?” the Imperial wondered. “Without introducing me to your friend? How rude.” He turned his eyes on Ida as Azoth moved to stand between them.
“She's not interested, Thimbleweed,” Azoth growled.
“Not interested in being freed from her torment and suffering?” Thimbleweed asked in mock-dismay. His smile broadened as Ida stared up at him. “Yes, I can feel your pain, my dear. You feel trapped...”
As Azoth and Thimbleweed argued, Ida's gaze drifted over to the Imperial's huge wings. There was movement there, and she felt something else staring at her...the spots on his wings were shifting...and then she saw one open its eyes...
She staggered back as she felt an agony that was not her own. “You...” she started with a hoarse snarl to Thimbleweed. Azoth reached for her to help steady her trembling.
“You need to go,” Azoth growled to the Imperial, pointing at him warningly with his staff.
Thimbleweed raised both paws in a lazy surrender. “All right, all right, you got me. Once again I'm thwarted by the genius of the mighty Azoth.” He paused when the portly brown dragon shot him a suspicious look. “But before I go, there's something you should know.”
“What is it this time?” Azoth huffed.
Thimbleweed lifted up a single—and very familiar—poster with the Imperial's face on it. “When you're handing these out, you might want to try a more...” he trailed off as the page then turned to ash with one bolt from his claw, “permanent solution?” he suggested with another grin.
A flash of lightning, and he was gone.
Azoth turned back to Ida, softening his voice and eyes when he noticed her distressed expression. “Don't listen to anything he says,” he told her.
“Who is he?” Ida whispered hoarsely, her voice turning cold.
Her stare froze him, but Azoth waved one paw dismissively. “Nodrake you need to worry about now. We should go—”
“He has other dragons trapped,” Ida said flatly.
“I know,” Azoth said, his own voice hardening again. “But they're no longer dragon, and it's too late for them, thanks to Thimbleweed.”
“You never even tried to help them, did you?” Ida probed.
“Do you want to find that child or not?” Azoth snapped.
His harshness stunned her for a moment, but that harshness also answered her question.
He sighed, slightly softening his tone. “I did the only thing I could have done. That collar he wears is what's preventing him from taking more souls. Some of them were stolen, others were tricked into making deals with him. There's nothing more I can do,” he finished quietly.
Ida was silent as she'd listened. Neither of them spoke as Azoth held out his staff again, and they both disappeared from the Scrub.
...
Arriving in Flotsam Town, Ida stayed hidden from everydrake by a stack of barrels. There was one filled with clear water, and she stripped off her armour, cupping the water into her paws and scrubbing her scales. She could see Azoth at one of the shops, bargaining with a dragon who sold him a large cloak. When he returned to Ida with it, she donned it, covering herself and pulling the hood over her head so it shadowed her face, and they were soon ready to leave again.
They arrived on a small island, and both dragons saw a massive castle that loomed in the distance. Little waves lapped the shore, and gulls cried. A light breeze ruffled Ida's cloak, and she pulled it closer as they made their way towards the castle.
Two dragons guarded the entrance. The closer Azoth and Ida got, the clearer they could hear the other dragons' bickering.
“IF YOU WERE THERE,” one of them, a striped Spiral, shrieked, “YOU'D 'AVE BEEN TWICE AS SCARED.”
“I suppose there's no way of knowing for certain now,” the other, a pied Skydancer, taunted him. They both paused when they noticed the newcomers. The Skydancer's eyes turned round with surprise at seeing Azoth, and the Spiral looked as though he were about to scream again.
“It's not Marica, you nitwit,” the Skydancer said to him, relaxing slightly and rolling his pink eyes.
The Spiral immediately snapped his jaws shut. “I knew that,” he said quietly.
“Can I help you, strangers?” the Skydancer addressed the new dragons.
“We,” the Spiral corrected him, and the Skydancer shot him a glare, to which the striped dragon stuck out his tongue.
“We're just...” Azoth began, then glancing over to Ida, unsure how to proceed. “We've travelled far, and need a place to spend the night.” Ida dipped her head, and Azoth nodded in her direction. “My friend needs to rest.”
The guards introduced themselves—competing while doing so—as Astraeus and Aerico, then they pushed the massive doors open for them, and they entered the castle.
Ida and Azoth were greeted to dragons staring at them. One—another Spiral—widened his bright green eyes with terror as he pointed one claw straight at Azoth. He trembled, stuttering as he struggled for words.
“I-I-IT'S H-HIM!” he screeched before darting off.
Azoth froze, whispering to Ida, “Something's not right...” He couldn't recall seeing that dragon before...
Moments later, the blue-and-grey Spiral returned—with a dragon Azoth did recognize.
It was the clown Spiral that had distracted Glaw and the others with his acts back at the fortress in Carrion Canyon. Though his face was painted no more. Sylvester.
Sylvester recognized him, too. He sounded an alarm, and soon, Azoth and Ida were surrounded by even more dragons. Before Azoth could use his staff, a blue-grey blur snatched it from his claws. Scared and angry faces glared at Azoth, while more puzzled looks were directed at Ida.
“I think this was where Glaw had gone,” Azoth muttered, holding up both paws in surrender.
Arriving in Flotsam Town, Ida stayed hidden from everydrake by a stack of barrels. There was one filled with clear water, and she stripped off her armour, cupping the water into her paws and scrubbing her scales. She could see Azoth at one of the shops, bargaining with a dragon who sold him a large cloak. When he returned to Ida with it, she donned it, covering herself and pulling the hood over her head so it shadowed her face, and they were soon ready to leave again.
Ida's disguise
They arrived on a small island, and both dragons saw a massive castle that loomed in the distance. Little waves lapped the shore, and gulls cried. A light breeze ruffled Ida's cloak, and she pulled it closer as they made their way towards the castle.
Two dragons guarded the entrance. The closer Azoth and Ida got, the clearer they could hear the other dragons' bickering.
“IF YOU WERE THERE,” one of them, a striped Spiral, shrieked, “YOU'D 'AVE BEEN TWICE AS SCARED.”
“I suppose there's no way of knowing for certain now,” the other, a pied Skydancer, taunted him. They both paused when they noticed the newcomers. The Skydancer's eyes turned round with surprise at seeing Azoth, and the Spiral looked as though he were about to scream again.
“It's not Marica, you nitwit,” the Skydancer said to him, relaxing slightly and rolling his pink eyes.
The Spiral immediately snapped his jaws shut. “I knew that,” he said quietly.
“Can I help you, strangers?” the Skydancer addressed the new dragons.
“We,” the Spiral corrected him, and the Skydancer shot him a glare, to which the striped dragon stuck out his tongue.
“We're just...” Azoth began, then glancing over to Ida, unsure how to proceed. “We've travelled far, and need a place to spend the night.” Ida dipped her head, and Azoth nodded in her direction. “My friend needs to rest.”
The guards introduced themselves—competing while doing so—as Astraeus and Aerico, then they pushed the massive doors open for them, and they entered the castle.
Ida and Azoth were greeted to dragons staring at them. One—another Spiral—widened his bright green eyes with terror as he pointed one claw straight at Azoth. He trembled, stuttering as he struggled for words.
“I-I-IT'S H-HIM!” he screeched before darting off.
Azoth froze, whispering to Ida, “Something's not right...” He couldn't recall seeing that dragon before...
Moments later, the blue-and-grey Spiral returned—with a dragon Azoth did recognize.
It was the clown Spiral that had distracted Glaw and the others with his acts back at the fortress in Carrion Canyon. Though his face was painted no more. Sylvester.
Sylvester recognized him, too. He sounded an alarm, and soon, Azoth and Ida were surrounded by even more dragons. Before Azoth could use his staff, a blue-grey blur snatched it from his claws. Scared and angry faces glared at Azoth, while more puzzled looks were directed at Ida.
“I think this was where Glaw had gone,” Azoth muttered, holding up both paws in surrender.
...
They were taken in chains to what looked like a court room. Rows of chairs were lined up, taking up much of the space. Three dragons sat at the very front, facing the rest—two Guardians and a Mirror. Murmurs spread from dragon to dragon in the other seats as Sylvester darted up to whisper something to the three dragons at the head, and they all nodded to him.
Ida peered from underneath her hood at the dragons who stared at her and Azoth. Were they scared of her, too? Did any of them know what she was?
“Azoth,” she whispered to him. “I'm sorry for getting you into this. You didn't have to help me.” She paused when he turned to look at her. “No matter what these dragons say or do, I know that you've changed, that you're a good dragon.”
“This isn't your fault, you know,” Azoth said quietly.
“They're going to see that I'm dead...”
Azoth didn't answer at first. He glanced over to Sylvester again, a knot of realization twisting in his gut.
“I know that dragon,” Azoth hissed. “If he's here, then where's—”
The doors at the back of the room suddenly burst open with a gust of wind, cutting him off, and he managed to catch his hat despite the cuffs limiting his reach. Azoth didn't turn around to look behind him as Sylvester rushed past them to the dragon who'd stormed into the room.
“Dewlap,” Sylvester started with a nervous lilt in his voice, “shouldn't you be resting? We can handle this—”
“Dragons—monsters like him took Tuuli from you, Vester,” came a gruff retort from the Nocturne, silencing him for a moment. “Don't forget that.”
Tears began welling up in Sylvester's eyes when he remembered his dear friend, but he blinked them back and locked eyes with Dewlap. “I can't forget,” he said quietly. “But punishing him won't bring her back. I've accepted that,” he finished, his voice wavering. Dewlap said nothing more to him.
Azoth could hear tapping as Dewlap stalked closer, until he was in his peripheral view. He stood in front of him now, his pale green eyes piercing Azoth's.
“This must be ironic for you, now at our mercy,” Dewlap hissed. “Of course, we don't steal souls here,” he snarled, his face creasing in a hard scowl.
“He doesn't steal souls anymore,” Ida cried out. More murmuring rippled through the crowd, and Dewlap turned his attention to her, narrowing his eyes as he limped closer.
“And who are you?” the old Nocturne demanded. Facing Azoth again, he growled, “One of your accomplices?” He pulled back Ida's hood, and all the dragons gasped.
“So now you're practicing necromancy?” Dewlap roared. Seeing the shocked look on the brown dragon's face, Dewlap hissed, “And don't bother lying...your chains are reinforced with truth magic. Did you come all the way out here to find your Lord Glaw?”
“No,” Azoth found himself blurting, and it was Dewlap's turn to look shocked. “Listen,” Azoth continued, trying a charming smile, “I get why you don't like me, but trust me...I had no idea you and your friends would be here—” he stopped when Dewlap pointed his cane at him, silencing him for a moment.
“What if I told you your Lord Glaw was dead?” the Nocturne hissed again with a sneer. He caught a look from Alga at the front, and Dewlap's sneer dropped.
“Is he?” Azoth asked, surprised and relieved. “Because that would be so great, you have no idea.”
This puzzled Dewlap. No dragon could resist telling the truth while in these chains. Lumiere himself had cast the truth spell on them. This strange dragon and his companion must be telling the truth...
Still...
“But you have taken souls before,” Dewlap snarled, spying the tubes strapped to the portly dragon's coat. “With those I assume?”
“Yes,” Azoth admitted. “But—”
“Then how can we trust you?” Dewlap simply asked.
More murmurs passed from dragon to dragon, and they all watched as Alga whispered to King Kelpbeard and Queen Saline, who both appeared utterly exhausted, and they both nodded to her, grimacing.
“Their Majesties have decided that this one,” Alga's voice echoed, turning her eyes on Azoth, “will have his magic stripped, and that he be taken to the dungeons—”
“WHAT?!” Azoth shrieked over murmurs of approval.
“—and the fate of this one,” Alga added, gazing down to Ida, who peered back frightfully, “will be determined at a later time.”
“WAIT!” Azoth bellowed as a huge blue-and-black Guardian began leading him away. “If you take my magic—” he grunted as he failed in his struggle against the bigger dragon's might, “—Thimbleweed will break free!”
Whispers of confusion flooded the room now. It seemed most of these dragons didn't know of this Thimbleweed. The big Guardian ceased dragging Azoth. But Azoth caught the looks that Dewlap shared with Sylvester and the blue-grey Spiral, who appeared as though he were ready to faint.
“How do you know Thimbleweed?” Dewlap demanded.
“I'm the one who trapped him in that collar,” Azoth explained. “You've seen it, haven't you?” he asked the Nocturne, and the look in Dewlap's eyes told him that he had. “That collar is the only thing stopping him from stealing any more souls. If you take my magic...if he breaks free...he'll know where I am, and you'll all be in danger if you keep me here.”
His words began to panic many of the dragons, their voices rising with worry.
“If you really don't steal souls anymore, like your friend claims,” Dewlap started, nodding once in Ida's direction, “then what are you still doing with those?” he demanded, gesturing to the tubes on Azoth's coat.
“I don't know,” Azoth blurted again, his words surprising himself. “I've tried destroying them, believe me,” he sighed heavily. “But I don't know if they can be...and they can't fall into the wrong claws.”
“And what are you really doing here?” Dewlap asked with a low growl, narrowing his eyes again.
“He's helping me,” Ida startled them by speaking. “Azoth didn't use necromancy to bring me back,” she explained in her gravelly voice. “Though I am dead, it's true. There was a child...I tried to protect her...but I was killed by another dragon...and somehow...I came back...and she was gone...I needed to find her again...to know that she was safe...but...” She stopped as movement in the back caught her attention.
A Spiral with big green eyes and splotched orange wings had left his seat and started making his way up to her. He carried something in his arms, but Ida couldn't tell what it was.
“It's you...” the Spiral started softly, his pale eyes round with fear and wonder.
“Prosper...” Dewlap cautioned the young dragon.
But Prosper's eyes pleaded with the wizard's. “I've seen her before. When she...when she was dead,” he added, turning his gaze back to Ida. “And you really did try to protect Amity, didn't you?” he asked, shifting his arms.
Before Ida could ask what he meant, she stared as Prosper adjusted the bundle he carried...and peering back at her with such curiosity and big ruby-red eyes...
...was the infant Spiral.
Ida's eyes were only for Amity. Prosper said something, but Ida couldn't listen as she gave the tiny green Spiral all of her attention, and Prosper carefully held out his arms and handed the infant to Ida. The gold-and-silver Mirror gently took Amity in her own arms and sat on her skinny haunches, cradling the infant and nuzzling her. As Amity burbled, Ida's eyes began to sting and her once-beating heart swelled with a fierce love as she hugged the child closer to her chest and whispered softly to her.
“You're okay,” Ida choked, feeling tears threatening to spill. “You are okay...”
“Maaa,” Amity whined, sensing a sadness in Ida's shaking voice.
But Ida held back her tears. She couldn't cry in front of this little one. So she began to hum and old lullaby...
As Ida sang, Amity's whimpers soon ceased, and she stared up into the Mirror's four eyes, latching onto her with her own. The tiny Spiral's eyes started to flutter, and yawning, she squeaked, soon closing her eyes for sleep.
It was then that Ida allowed her burning tears to fall. Giving Amity one more nuzzle, she carefully gave her back to Prosper. Once Amity left her arms, Ida suddenly felt an overwhelming sensation she couldn't place at first...
She'll be safe here...
...and then there was another, sharp and stabbing.
My time is here...
She no longer belonged in her own body, she now realized. She thought she could hear whispers, and they called to her...
Runa...?
I'm here, Ida...
But she couldn't answer...she was trapped in her body...she needed...
Ida turned to Azoth, her eyes pleading to him as she spied the tubes on his coat. “Azoth,” she hushed, “you have to take my soul,” she insisted.
“What?” he exclaimed in alarm. “No...I can't—”
Ida gazed up at the big blue Guardian still grasping Azoth's chains. “Please, let him go—”
“Ida,” Azoth hissed. “I can't do this...I can't take another soul...”
“You have to...you're the only dragon who can.”
“But why me?”
“Because I trust you.”
Ida's words stunned Azoth into silence. As he stared into her eyes now, he could see how much pain she was in...but her eyes also sparked with hope.
“She's okay,” Ida whispered, glancing over to the sleeping Amity in Prosper's arms. “I will be, too.” Then she turned to face the king and queen, raising her voice for the rest of the dragons to hear. “Azoth isn't the evil dragon you think he is...he helped me find Amity...I feared I'd never see her again...that she'd be in danger...but I know she'll be safe here. And you can't take Azoth's magic, he was telling the truth about Thimbleweed...I've seen him...he's already stolen so many souls...I felt them...” she said as she looked over to Dewlap then. The old Nocturne gazed back, his eyes softening. “And I need Azoth's help one last time...please...let him go...and let him free my soul...I can't leave on my own...”
All dragons whispered to each other as the king and queen exchanged murmurs. Kelpbeard and Saline steadily rose from their seats, and gazed down to Dewlap.
“Well? What say you, O Grand Exalted Wizard?” Kelpbeard asked him with a warm smile. Saline and Alga, too, smiled down to him, Azoth and Ida.
Dewlap released a sigh, and without hesitation, he nodded to the blue Guardian, Urdin, who unlocked the chains that held Azoth and Ida, and they both bumped snouts.
They were taken in chains to what looked like a court room. Rows of chairs were lined up, taking up much of the space. Three dragons sat at the very front, facing the rest—two Guardians and a Mirror. Murmurs spread from dragon to dragon in the other seats as Sylvester darted up to whisper something to the three dragons at the head, and they all nodded to him.
Ida peered from underneath her hood at the dragons who stared at her and Azoth. Were they scared of her, too? Did any of them know what she was?
“Azoth,” she whispered to him. “I'm sorry for getting you into this. You didn't have to help me.” She paused when he turned to look at her. “No matter what these dragons say or do, I know that you've changed, that you're a good dragon.”
“This isn't your fault, you know,” Azoth said quietly.
“They're going to see that I'm dead...”
Azoth didn't answer at first. He glanced over to Sylvester again, a knot of realization twisting in his gut.
“I know that dragon,” Azoth hissed. “If he's here, then where's—”
The doors at the back of the room suddenly burst open with a gust of wind, cutting him off, and he managed to catch his hat despite the cuffs limiting his reach. Azoth didn't turn around to look behind him as Sylvester rushed past them to the dragon who'd stormed into the room.
“Dewlap,” Sylvester started with a nervous lilt in his voice, “shouldn't you be resting? We can handle this—”
“Dragons—monsters like him took Tuuli from you, Vester,” came a gruff retort from the Nocturne, silencing him for a moment. “Don't forget that.”
Tears began welling up in Sylvester's eyes when he remembered his dear friend, but he blinked them back and locked eyes with Dewlap. “I can't forget,” he said quietly. “But punishing him won't bring her back. I've accepted that,” he finished, his voice wavering. Dewlap said nothing more to him.
Azoth could hear tapping as Dewlap stalked closer, until he was in his peripheral view. He stood in front of him now, his pale green eyes piercing Azoth's.
“This must be ironic for you, now at our mercy,” Dewlap hissed. “Of course, we don't steal souls here,” he snarled, his face creasing in a hard scowl.
“He doesn't steal souls anymore,” Ida cried out. More murmuring rippled through the crowd, and Dewlap turned his attention to her, narrowing his eyes as he limped closer.
“And who are you?” the old Nocturne demanded. Facing Azoth again, he growled, “One of your accomplices?” He pulled back Ida's hood, and all the dragons gasped.
“So now you're practicing necromancy?” Dewlap roared. Seeing the shocked look on the brown dragon's face, Dewlap hissed, “And don't bother lying...your chains are reinforced with truth magic. Did you come all the way out here to find your Lord Glaw?”
“No,” Azoth found himself blurting, and it was Dewlap's turn to look shocked. “Listen,” Azoth continued, trying a charming smile, “I get why you don't like me, but trust me...I had no idea you and your friends would be here—” he stopped when Dewlap pointed his cane at him, silencing him for a moment.
“What if I told you your Lord Glaw was dead?” the Nocturne hissed again with a sneer. He caught a look from Alga at the front, and Dewlap's sneer dropped.
“Is he?” Azoth asked, surprised and relieved. “Because that would be so great, you have no idea.”
This puzzled Dewlap. No dragon could resist telling the truth while in these chains. Lumiere himself had cast the truth spell on them. This strange dragon and his companion must be telling the truth...
Still...
“But you have taken souls before,” Dewlap snarled, spying the tubes strapped to the portly dragon's coat. “With those I assume?”
“Yes,” Azoth admitted. “But—”
“Then how can we trust you?” Dewlap simply asked.
More murmurs passed from dragon to dragon, and they all watched as Alga whispered to King Kelpbeard and Queen Saline, who both appeared utterly exhausted, and they both nodded to her, grimacing.
“Their Majesties have decided that this one,” Alga's voice echoed, turning her eyes on Azoth, “will have his magic stripped, and that he be taken to the dungeons—”
“WHAT?!” Azoth shrieked over murmurs of approval.
“—and the fate of this one,” Alga added, gazing down to Ida, who peered back frightfully, “will be determined at a later time.”
“WAIT!” Azoth bellowed as a huge blue-and-black Guardian began leading him away. “If you take my magic—” he grunted as he failed in his struggle against the bigger dragon's might, “—Thimbleweed will break free!”
Whispers of confusion flooded the room now. It seemed most of these dragons didn't know of this Thimbleweed. The big Guardian ceased dragging Azoth. But Azoth caught the looks that Dewlap shared with Sylvester and the blue-grey Spiral, who appeared as though he were ready to faint.
“How do you know Thimbleweed?” Dewlap demanded.
“I'm the one who trapped him in that collar,” Azoth explained. “You've seen it, haven't you?” he asked the Nocturne, and the look in Dewlap's eyes told him that he had. “That collar is the only thing stopping him from stealing any more souls. If you take my magic...if he breaks free...he'll know where I am, and you'll all be in danger if you keep me here.”
His words began to panic many of the dragons, their voices rising with worry.
“If you really don't steal souls anymore, like your friend claims,” Dewlap started, nodding once in Ida's direction, “then what are you still doing with those?” he demanded, gesturing to the tubes on Azoth's coat.
“I don't know,” Azoth blurted again, his words surprising himself. “I've tried destroying them, believe me,” he sighed heavily. “But I don't know if they can be...and they can't fall into the wrong claws.”
“And what are you really doing here?” Dewlap asked with a low growl, narrowing his eyes again.
“He's helping me,” Ida startled them by speaking. “Azoth didn't use necromancy to bring me back,” she explained in her gravelly voice. “Though I am dead, it's true. There was a child...I tried to protect her...but I was killed by another dragon...and somehow...I came back...and she was gone...I needed to find her again...to know that she was safe...but...” She stopped as movement in the back caught her attention.
A Spiral with big green eyes and splotched orange wings had left his seat and started making his way up to her. He carried something in his arms, but Ida couldn't tell what it was.
“It's you...” the Spiral started softly, his pale eyes round with fear and wonder.
“Prosper...” Dewlap cautioned the young dragon.
But Prosper's eyes pleaded with the wizard's. “I've seen her before. When she...when she was dead,” he added, turning his gaze back to Ida. “And you really did try to protect Amity, didn't you?” he asked, shifting his arms.
Before Ida could ask what he meant, she stared as Prosper adjusted the bundle he carried...and peering back at her with such curiosity and big ruby-red eyes...
...was the infant Spiral.
Ida's eyes were only for Amity. Prosper said something, but Ida couldn't listen as she gave the tiny green Spiral all of her attention, and Prosper carefully held out his arms and handed the infant to Ida. The gold-and-silver Mirror gently took Amity in her own arms and sat on her skinny haunches, cradling the infant and nuzzling her. As Amity burbled, Ida's eyes began to sting and her once-beating heart swelled with a fierce love as she hugged the child closer to her chest and whispered softly to her.
“You're okay,” Ida choked, feeling tears threatening to spill. “You are okay...”
“Maaa,” Amity whined, sensing a sadness in Ida's shaking voice.
But Ida held back her tears. She couldn't cry in front of this little one. So she began to hum and old lullaby...
As Ida sang, Amity's whimpers soon ceased, and she stared up into the Mirror's four eyes, latching onto her with her own. The tiny Spiral's eyes started to flutter, and yawning, she squeaked, soon closing her eyes for sleep.
It was then that Ida allowed her burning tears to fall. Giving Amity one more nuzzle, she carefully gave her back to Prosper. Once Amity left her arms, Ida suddenly felt an overwhelming sensation she couldn't place at first...
She'll be safe here...
...and then there was another, sharp and stabbing.
My time is here...
She no longer belonged in her own body, she now realized. She thought she could hear whispers, and they called to her...
Runa...?
I'm here, Ida...
But she couldn't answer...she was trapped in her body...she needed...
Ida turned to Azoth, her eyes pleading to him as she spied the tubes on his coat. “Azoth,” she hushed, “you have to take my soul,” she insisted.
“What?” he exclaimed in alarm. “No...I can't—”
Ida gazed up at the big blue Guardian still grasping Azoth's chains. “Please, let him go—”
“Ida,” Azoth hissed. “I can't do this...I can't take another soul...”
“You have to...you're the only dragon who can.”
“But why me?”
“Because I trust you.”
Ida's words stunned Azoth into silence. As he stared into her eyes now, he could see how much pain she was in...but her eyes also sparked with hope.
“She's okay,” Ida whispered, glancing over to the sleeping Amity in Prosper's arms. “I will be, too.” Then she turned to face the king and queen, raising her voice for the rest of the dragons to hear. “Azoth isn't the evil dragon you think he is...he helped me find Amity...I feared I'd never see her again...that she'd be in danger...but I know she'll be safe here. And you can't take Azoth's magic, he was telling the truth about Thimbleweed...I've seen him...he's already stolen so many souls...I felt them...” she said as she looked over to Dewlap then. The old Nocturne gazed back, his eyes softening. “And I need Azoth's help one last time...please...let him go...and let him free my soul...I can't leave on my own...”
All dragons whispered to each other as the king and queen exchanged murmurs. Kelpbeard and Saline steadily rose from their seats, and gazed down to Dewlap.
“Well? What say you, O Grand Exalted Wizard?” Kelpbeard asked him with a warm smile. Saline and Alga, too, smiled down to him, Azoth and Ida.
Dewlap released a sigh, and without hesitation, he nodded to the blue Guardian, Urdin, who unlocked the chains that held Azoth and Ida, and they both bumped snouts.
...
Ida and Azoth were shortly escorted out to the beach by a few selected dragons. The blue-and-grey Spiral, Bubbles, was instructed to return Azoth's staff, before zipping away back indoors, with Sylvester following him inside. Prosper, cradling the slumbering Amity, stood quietly by Dewlap and Alga, just a few paces away from Azoth and Ida.
Ida lifted her head into the Sea breeze as it ruffled her cloak. Her spirit was now at peace, but her body ached to rest. She looked over to Azoth, and saw a reluctance in his eyes, as well as fear.
He was afraid. He was afraid of losing himself the way the others at Glaw's fortress had. He was afraid of that obsession. He was afraid of hurting Ida.
She reassured him with a gentle smile, and carefully placed one paw over his. He released a shaky sigh, and unstrapped one of the tubes.
Opening it, he held it up to Ida's eyes, his claws starting to glow green as he began working the magic, forcing his paws steady. Soon, Ida appeared as though she were in a trance, staring into the tube until she finally released a sigh. As her wispy soul left through her eyes and into the tube, Azoth caught her limp body and gently set it to the soft sand. He then carefully lowered the tube, and Ida's ghostly form floated out, and she gradually began taking on her body's size.
She stretched out her transparent wings, and cast a warm smile to Azoth, who dipped his head to her. She pressed her forehead to his for a moment, before she drifted over to Prosper and Amity.
I know she'll be safe with you, she whispered to him in his mind. Thank you for saving her, she hushed again, peering down to Amity with a shining love.
“I had to,” Prosper whispered back as a single tear trickled down his face. “I couldn't leave her.”
Ida lowered her head, gently nuzzling Amity without disturbing her, before stepping back. She gave one last smile to Dewlap and Alga as she drifted back to where Azoth stood, pressing her forehead to his again.
Stay safe, Azoth, she whispered to him.
“I'll try,” he hushed back, returning a small smile.
Ida took one last look at the dragons before her. Her eyes were on Amity last...before she released one final sigh...and she faded from sight.
As Alga strode over to retrieve Ida's body, Dewlap limped up to where Azoth stood staring across the vast Sea. The old Nocturne sighed before speaking. “Perhaps...I may have misjudged you,” he started.
Azoth shook his head. “I joined Glaw because I was scared. And I can't undo what I've done.”
“Maybe not. But stopping Thimbleweed with that collar was a good start. As well as what you did for Ida.” The wizard's words stunned Azoth. “You could stay if you'd like.”
Azoth shook his head again, returning a smile. “Appreciate it...but somedrake has to keep Tumbleweed in check, right?” he said, holding his staff out.
Dewlap, Alga, and Prosper all nodded once to him. And with a wave of this staff, Azoth was gone.
Ida and Azoth were shortly escorted out to the beach by a few selected dragons. The blue-and-grey Spiral, Bubbles, was instructed to return Azoth's staff, before zipping away back indoors, with Sylvester following him inside. Prosper, cradling the slumbering Amity, stood quietly by Dewlap and Alga, just a few paces away from Azoth and Ida.
Ida lifted her head into the Sea breeze as it ruffled her cloak. Her spirit was now at peace, but her body ached to rest. She looked over to Azoth, and saw a reluctance in his eyes, as well as fear.
He was afraid. He was afraid of losing himself the way the others at Glaw's fortress had. He was afraid of that obsession. He was afraid of hurting Ida.
She reassured him with a gentle smile, and carefully placed one paw over his. He released a shaky sigh, and unstrapped one of the tubes.
Opening it, he held it up to Ida's eyes, his claws starting to glow green as he began working the magic, forcing his paws steady. Soon, Ida appeared as though she were in a trance, staring into the tube until she finally released a sigh. As her wispy soul left through her eyes and into the tube, Azoth caught her limp body and gently set it to the soft sand. He then carefully lowered the tube, and Ida's ghostly form floated out, and she gradually began taking on her body's size.
She stretched out her transparent wings, and cast a warm smile to Azoth, who dipped his head to her. She pressed her forehead to his for a moment, before she drifted over to Prosper and Amity.
I know she'll be safe with you, she whispered to him in his mind. Thank you for saving her, she hushed again, peering down to Amity with a shining love.
“I had to,” Prosper whispered back as a single tear trickled down his face. “I couldn't leave her.”
Ida lowered her head, gently nuzzling Amity without disturbing her, before stepping back. She gave one last smile to Dewlap and Alga as she drifted back to where Azoth stood, pressing her forehead to his again.
Stay safe, Azoth, she whispered to him.
“I'll try,” he hushed back, returning a small smile.
Ida took one last look at the dragons before her. Her eyes were on Amity last...before she released one final sigh...and she faded from sight.
As Alga strode over to retrieve Ida's body, Dewlap limped up to where Azoth stood staring across the vast Sea. The old Nocturne sighed before speaking. “Perhaps...I may have misjudged you,” he started.
Azoth shook his head. “I joined Glaw because I was scared. And I can't undo what I've done.”
“Maybe not. But stopping Thimbleweed with that collar was a good start. As well as what you did for Ida.” The wizard's words stunned Azoth. “You could stay if you'd like.”
Azoth shook his head again, returning a smile. “Appreciate it...but somedrake has to keep Tumbleweed in check, right?” he said, holding his staff out.
Dewlap, Alga, and Prosper all nodded once to him. And with a wave of this staff, Azoth was gone.
To be continued...
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