Spitfire
(#26690603)
"Gallagher and Greer are coming for you, Dewlap..."
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Energy: 50/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Fire.
Male Spiral
This dragon is hibernating.
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
3.2 m
Wingspan
3.28 m
Weight
127.98 kg
Genetics
Crimson
Ground
Ground
Carrot
Fissure
Fissure
Charcoal
Basic
Basic
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Spiral
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
5
AGI
8
DEF
5
QCK
6
INT
8
VIT
5
MND
8
Lineage
Biography
{Quote is a w.i.p.}
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Spitfire, Part 1, Volume II
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Continued from Aura Part 1
Spitfire, Part 1, Volume II
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Continued from Aura Part 1
It had been a long day. After Trove and Dewlap wrestled with their newborns, after they and everydrake shared dinner together, they were alone in their own room later that night. Now Trove was leaning over the wooden crib, gently placing little Pearl last to curl up with her brother and sister for sleep.
“Trove,” Dewlap said softly behind her.
The dappled grey Spiral didn’t turn at his voice, instead closing her large eyes and sighing. She flinched when she felt Dewlap’s paws grasp her own.
“I promise,” Dewlap hushed, “I won’t be mad.” He led her to sit on the bed. “Speak to me,” he pleaded.
Tears began to trickle down Trove’s face. “I’m sorry...”
Dewlap sighed. “That wasn’t your fault—”
“It was my fault...all my fault,” she choked. “I ordered your capture, I ordered them to—”
When she broke off, her voice rising, Dewlap hugged Trove closer and her wails were muffled against his mantle.
“How can you forgive me...” Trove cried. “After what I did to you...what we did to you...”
Dewlap remained silent as she wailed into his chest. He hushed to her as she let the last of her cries out.
“You know why,” Dewlap said softly. “Because you’re not the dragon you once were. You changed for me, and that’s something I could never ask of anydrake.”
“Because I fell in love,” Trove sniffled, letting the last of her tears fall.
“As have I,” Dewlap gave her a small smile. “And you taught me to see that some dragons have the ability to change for the better. You only did what you did because...” he hesitated, his voice shaking slightly, “because you thought you were doing the right thing, locking up and punishing dragons with dangerous powers.”
“I was wrong,” her voice cracked. “And so was everydrake else, you never deserved to be tortured because of your power—”
“Trove, soul-searching is a dangerous power. Even you know that.” Dewlap stopped as Trove shut her eyes tight, and she squeezed out more tears. “What happened to me is in the past, and you need to forgive yourself. Please...”
Trove blinked more tears away and sighed deeply, turning her attention instead to the three sleeping shapes in the crib.
“And look what we did together,” Dewlap added quietly. “We now have a home with loving dragons, and three beautiful children.”
“They’re perfect,” Trove whispered. She tried to smile, and her lower jaw trembled.
“Do you remember our vows?” Dewlap asked her softly, pulling her closer.
Trove nodded, her smile steadying and she brought her eyes to his. “I will love you with every beat of my heart, and with every piece of my soul.”
“I will love you with every beat of my heart,” Dewlap echoed her, “and with every piece of my soul.”
“I am yours,” they both said in unison, “forever and after.”
A cry began to sound from within the crib.
Sighing softly, Dewlap smiled. “I got it.” Before he stood up, Trove nuzzled him. Suddenly, she stiffened, swivelling both ears. “What is it?” the Nocturne asked.
“I hear somedrake downstairs,” she whispered.
“It’s just Urdin and Bogatyr,” Dewlap reassured her. “They’re the night guards, aren’t they?”
“They’re speaking to somedrake else,” Trove’s voice shook.
“Trove,” Dewlap said softly behind her.
The dappled grey Spiral didn’t turn at his voice, instead closing her large eyes and sighing. She flinched when she felt Dewlap’s paws grasp her own.
“I promise,” Dewlap hushed, “I won’t be mad.” He led her to sit on the bed. “Speak to me,” he pleaded.
Tears began to trickle down Trove’s face. “I’m sorry...”
Dewlap sighed. “That wasn’t your fault—”
“It was my fault...all my fault,” she choked. “I ordered your capture, I ordered them to—”
When she broke off, her voice rising, Dewlap hugged Trove closer and her wails were muffled against his mantle.
“How can you forgive me...” Trove cried. “After what I did to you...what we did to you...”
Dewlap remained silent as she wailed into his chest. He hushed to her as she let the last of her cries out.
“You know why,” Dewlap said softly. “Because you’re not the dragon you once were. You changed for me, and that’s something I could never ask of anydrake.”
“Because I fell in love,” Trove sniffled, letting the last of her tears fall.
“As have I,” Dewlap gave her a small smile. “And you taught me to see that some dragons have the ability to change for the better. You only did what you did because...” he hesitated, his voice shaking slightly, “because you thought you were doing the right thing, locking up and punishing dragons with dangerous powers.”
“I was wrong,” her voice cracked. “And so was everydrake else, you never deserved to be tortured because of your power—”
“Trove, soul-searching is a dangerous power. Even you know that.” Dewlap stopped as Trove shut her eyes tight, and she squeezed out more tears. “What happened to me is in the past, and you need to forgive yourself. Please...”
Trove blinked more tears away and sighed deeply, turning her attention instead to the three sleeping shapes in the crib.
“And look what we did together,” Dewlap added quietly. “We now have a home with loving dragons, and three beautiful children.”
“They’re perfect,” Trove whispered. She tried to smile, and her lower jaw trembled.
“Do you remember our vows?” Dewlap asked her softly, pulling her closer.
Trove nodded, her smile steadying and she brought her eyes to his. “I will love you with every beat of my heart, and with every piece of my soul.”
“I will love you with every beat of my heart,” Dewlap echoed her, “and with every piece of my soul.”
“I am yours,” they both said in unison, “forever and after.”
A cry began to sound from within the crib.
Sighing softly, Dewlap smiled. “I got it.” Before he stood up, Trove nuzzled him. Suddenly, she stiffened, swivelling both ears. “What is it?” the Nocturne asked.
“I hear somedrake downstairs,” she whispered.
“It’s just Urdin and Bogatyr,” Dewlap reassured her. “They’re the night guards, aren’t they?”
“They’re speaking to somedrake else,” Trove’s voice shook.
...
After Trove settled their newborns down, the children were soon fast asleep again, and Dewlap quickly conjured a glowing green shield around the crib. Both dragons tiptoed out of the room, shutting the door behind them softly. Keeping their ears out, they followed the sound of dragons talking from down the hall. The deeper voices of Bogatyr and Urdin were familiar to them, and the third they could not place. When Trove and Dewlap reached the railing above the main foyer, they stood silently in darkness as they spied the figures below, and froze.
“King Kelpbeard and his Lady Saline are not to be disturbed at this hour,” came Urdin’s low rumble.
“I’m sure they’d be interested in what information you have in the morning if you’d like to stay the night,” suggested Bogatyr.
“I’m afraid this cannot wait until morning,” the third dragon growled. His large orange eyes flamed against crimson scales from beneath a black hat.
“Just what news is so urgent that it can’t wait?” Bogatyr demanded.
“I’ve been sent to hunt down a dangerous criminal,” the red Spiral said. Pulling out a single, tattered scroll, he unrolled it and handed it to the orange Nocturne before him. “Have you seen this wizard?”
Under the lights of the flickering torches mounted on the stone walls, Bogatyr studied the portrait of a familiar pale dragon with green eyes staring back fiercely.
“Dewlap?” Urdin rumbled softly beside him.
“Know him?” the red Spiral pressed.
“Never heard of him,” Bogatyr said as he shot Urdin a warning glance, and the blue Guardian returned it with a sheepish look.
“Why of course you have!” boomed a jovial voice behind them.
All three pairs of eyes turned to look now at the large blue figure sprawling his serpentine body along the staircase.
“Really, Bogatyr, with that memory of yours, I’d say you were part Tundra,” Lumiere smiled. “Don’t you remember the time when the infamous Dewlap stormed into our castle and demanded access to everydrake’s souls?”
“That’s why I’m here,” the red Spiral said. “My name is Spitfire, and I work for an organization sent to track down this dragon and bring him to justice for what he did—”
“Oh do tell,” Lumiere encouraged him, then poofing up a pad of paper and quill into existence. As Spitfire rambled on, the quill scratched at the paper while Bogatyr and Urdin exchanged questioning and awkward glances.
“The last we saw of him was when he drake-napped our Lady Trove,” Spitfire finished, hissing as he handed them another scroll, this time with the face of a dappled grey Spiral she-drake. “He’s been on the loose for decades.”
Unknown to the dragons below, Trove crumpled into Dewlap’s embrace. More tears streamed down her face as Dewlap held her steady.
“He found us,” she whispered hoarsely, shaking.
Dewlap gently guided her to lean back against the wall so they couldn’t see the others. “He hasn’t,” he hushed back. “They never will. We’re safe here.”
“Oh that sounds dreadful,” Lumiere feigned surprise. “How long have you been searching for them?”
“Nearly thirty years,” Spitfire spat. “And my magic tracers have detected his presence here.”
“We would be delighted to bring them to you!” Lumiere exclaimed, ignoring Urdin and Bogatyr’s looks of shock.
“They’re here? Now?” Spitfire demanded.
“Oh, they were,” the Imperial said, feigning a pout. “I only mean that if they were still here, we would have been more than happy to hand them over.”
Spitfire cursed out loud. “When did you last see of them?”
Pretending to think, Lumiere twirled one of his long whiskers. “Why, about twenty years ago? He almost invaded the mind of one of our princes but luckily I arrived just in time to send him on his way,” the Imperial grinned, poofing the quill and paper out of sight. “Looks like you’re out of luck.”
“Which way did they go?” Spitfire growled, his tail writhing.
“Well now, was it west? No that can’t be right...south?” Chuckling softly, Lumiere went on, “Why I just can’t seem to recall...”
“Just pick one,” Bogatyr mumbled low so Spitfire couldn’t hear him.
“Oh that’s right,” Lumiere’s yellow eyes pierced Spitfire’s as the Spiral’s own flared back. “It was north-west. To the Starwood Strand.”
Spitfire glared hard up the the blue Imperial. Without another word, the red dragon spun once and vanished into a puff of grey smoke.
Hidden in darkness upstairs, Trove shivered before releasing a shaky sigh.
“Trove,” Dewlap started quietly, “I’m so s—”
“We should get back to bed,” the Spiral hushed.
“And I’m going to kill him,” Dewlap grumbled, rolling his eyes down to Lumiere.
After Trove settled their newborns down, the children were soon fast asleep again, and Dewlap quickly conjured a glowing green shield around the crib. Both dragons tiptoed out of the room, shutting the door behind them softly. Keeping their ears out, they followed the sound of dragons talking from down the hall. The deeper voices of Bogatyr and Urdin were familiar to them, and the third they could not place. When Trove and Dewlap reached the railing above the main foyer, they stood silently in darkness as they spied the figures below, and froze.
“King Kelpbeard and his Lady Saline are not to be disturbed at this hour,” came Urdin’s low rumble.
“I’m sure they’d be interested in what information you have in the morning if you’d like to stay the night,” suggested Bogatyr.
“I’m afraid this cannot wait until morning,” the third dragon growled. His large orange eyes flamed against crimson scales from beneath a black hat.
“Just what news is so urgent that it can’t wait?” Bogatyr demanded.
“I’ve been sent to hunt down a dangerous criminal,” the red Spiral said. Pulling out a single, tattered scroll, he unrolled it and handed it to the orange Nocturne before him. “Have you seen this wizard?”
Under the lights of the flickering torches mounted on the stone walls, Bogatyr studied the portrait of a familiar pale dragon with green eyes staring back fiercely.
“Dewlap?” Urdin rumbled softly beside him.
“Know him?” the red Spiral pressed.
“Never heard of him,” Bogatyr said as he shot Urdin a warning glance, and the blue Guardian returned it with a sheepish look.
“Why of course you have!” boomed a jovial voice behind them.
All three pairs of eyes turned to look now at the large blue figure sprawling his serpentine body along the staircase.
“Really, Bogatyr, with that memory of yours, I’d say you were part Tundra,” Lumiere smiled. “Don’t you remember the time when the infamous Dewlap stormed into our castle and demanded access to everydrake’s souls?”
“That’s why I’m here,” the red Spiral said. “My name is Spitfire, and I work for an organization sent to track down this dragon and bring him to justice for what he did—”
“Oh do tell,” Lumiere encouraged him, then poofing up a pad of paper and quill into existence. As Spitfire rambled on, the quill scratched at the paper while Bogatyr and Urdin exchanged questioning and awkward glances.
“The last we saw of him was when he drake-napped our Lady Trove,” Spitfire finished, hissing as he handed them another scroll, this time with the face of a dappled grey Spiral she-drake. “He’s been on the loose for decades.”
Unknown to the dragons below, Trove crumpled into Dewlap’s embrace. More tears streamed down her face as Dewlap held her steady.
“He found us,” she whispered hoarsely, shaking.
Dewlap gently guided her to lean back against the wall so they couldn’t see the others. “He hasn’t,” he hushed back. “They never will. We’re safe here.”
“Oh that sounds dreadful,” Lumiere feigned surprise. “How long have you been searching for them?”
“Nearly thirty years,” Spitfire spat. “And my magic tracers have detected his presence here.”
“We would be delighted to bring them to you!” Lumiere exclaimed, ignoring Urdin and Bogatyr’s looks of shock.
“They’re here? Now?” Spitfire demanded.
“Oh, they were,” the Imperial said, feigning a pout. “I only mean that if they were still here, we would have been more than happy to hand them over.”
Spitfire cursed out loud. “When did you last see of them?”
Pretending to think, Lumiere twirled one of his long whiskers. “Why, about twenty years ago? He almost invaded the mind of one of our princes but luckily I arrived just in time to send him on his way,” the Imperial grinned, poofing the quill and paper out of sight. “Looks like you’re out of luck.”
“Which way did they go?” Spitfire growled, his tail writhing.
“Well now, was it west? No that can’t be right...south?” Chuckling softly, Lumiere went on, “Why I just can’t seem to recall...”
“Just pick one,” Bogatyr mumbled low so Spitfire couldn’t hear him.
“Oh that’s right,” Lumiere’s yellow eyes pierced Spitfire’s as the Spiral’s own flared back. “It was north-west. To the Starwood Strand.”
Spitfire glared hard up the the blue Imperial. Without another word, the red dragon spun once and vanished into a puff of grey smoke.
Hidden in darkness upstairs, Trove shivered before releasing a shaky sigh.
“Trove,” Dewlap started quietly, “I’m so s—”
“We should get back to bed,” the Spiral hushed.
“And I’m going to kill him,” Dewlap grumbled, rolling his eyes down to Lumiere.
...
They walked slowly back down the hall, side by side. Halting just outside their door, Dewlap held Trove steady.
“What if he saw us?” Trove’s voice cracked.
“Don’t think about that,” Dewlap whispered back, grasping her paws in his. “He didn’t. And I know the dragons here will aid us if he had,” he finished, reaching to turn the knob.
Opening the door, it squealed quietly, revealing the darkness of their room—
—and a lean figure hunching over the crib, its shield now gone—
—within the wooden crib, little Anemone was the only one awake, and she stared up into Spitfire’s rounded eyes—
—he stared back down to her in shock, horror, and—
...grief.
A single tear slid down his cheek and his eyes instantly hardened when his gaze left Anemone’s to meet Dewlap’s. Anemone burst into tears.
At the same instant, Dewlap and Spitfire raised their paws and fired green and orange blasts at each other. Trove darted to coil around her children still in the crib, and soon Pearl and Tidepools awoke and wailed. The impact of Spitfire’s blast struck Dewlap’s hard, but the Nocturne pushed back harder, a furious scowl creasing his pale face. Suddenly, Dewlap threw his arms aside, sending Spitfire crashing to the floor. Dewlap swiftly cast another shield around the crib, silencing Trove and the crying of their newborns as she hugged them close.
Spitfire’s eyes blazed as he struggled to stand. “I knew you were cowering here. Those fools tried to lead me away but now I finally have you.” Snapping his red claws, flames sparked to life and he now held molten chains. Then, smiling wickedly, he added, “Gallagher and Greer are so longing to see you again, Dewlap...”
“I’m afraid I won’t be going easily,” Dewlap snarled back. Green mists swirled around his claws, and the chairs and desks split and cracked apart before spinning around the room.
Trove trembled and her heart lurched as she watched their horrific battle. Dewlap gestured with both paws, sending the wooden splinters to aim for Spitfire, but the red Spiral dodged them easily. Dewlap’s growl started low before he bellowed a roar and pushed at the air. It grabbed Spitfire and pressed the red dragon’s back against the glass window.
Spitfire struggled to fight against his invisible bonds. “Release her at once!” he spat.
“She is under no spell!” Dewlap growled, pressing harder. The glass began to crack.
“Am I to believe your word over hers?” Spitfire scoffed.
“Spitfire,” Trove wailed from inside the cover of the shield, “please don’t do this,” she begged. “You’re wrong about him! We all were!”
“You turned her against us all when you looked into her eyes,” Spitfire accused the Nocturne. “You stole her soul,” he snarled as Dewlap stalked closer, “and they should have been mine!” his roar cracked as he turned his eyes on the small coiled shapes in the crib.
The moment Dewlap saw the red dragon’s large eyes turn to his mate and children, the Nocturne didn’t hesitate in grabbing Spitfire hard and smashing the Spiral’s back against the window, nearly breaking it as it started to give way.
“Those who come between me and my family never stay much longer,” Dewlap warned with a deep snarl.
“Then I’ll take you with me!” Spitfire bellowed, reaching to grip Dewlap’s arms and melting away the Nocturne’s leather bracers.
Dewlap roared in agony as the bracers disintegrated and revealed the old burn marks he’d kept hidden for so long. With a deafening scream, a bright green flash illuminated the entire room. Trove shielded her eyes and her children’s against the glare as it was followed by an explosive blast that blew Dewlap backwards.
As the light began to ebb, Dewlap blinked his eyes open and hissed in pain as he struggled to rise. He winced in agony and fury when his arms refused to cooperate. He spied his old burns, now burning as if they were still fresh...
Finally noticing the shattered window, his heart jolted.
“Dewlap,” Trove’s voice croaked as she watched him trudge to the broken window.
“Stay with them,” Dewlap pleaded hoarsely. The intense pain nearly made him collapse when he reached the window, and peered between the jagged glass into the darkness below.
The night made it almost impossible to see clearly, but below, riding the small waves, was Spitfire’s black hat. The red dragon was nowhere in sight.
“Is he...” Trove hesitated to finish.
Dewlap sighed, shaking slightly from the pain and the fight. “Claimed by the Sea,” he hushed.
Tears streamed down the Spiral’s dappled face and she cradled all three of her hatchlings, whispering softly to them, quieting their own cries and drying their tears. Out of the corners of her eyes, she noticed Dewlap shambling towards them. He lifted both paws, wincing as he did, forcing green sparks from the claws and hissing with the effort.
“Don’t,” Trove pleaded from within the glowing shield. “Ask Lumiere to enchant you a new pair before doing any more magic.”
“Bracers or arms?” Dewlap cracked before snarling in pain.
“What’s going on?” a deep voice called from the hallway. Soon they were greeted by Bogatyr and the orange Nocturne flared his brown wings in surprise at the destruction now before him. “What in the name of the Thousand Currents happened in here?” He paused when he noticed the dark burns on Dewlap’s arms. “It was him, wasn’t it?” he asked, and they both nodded slowly. “I knew that drake was trouble. Where is he now?”
Dewlap answered with a hiss of pain, “Drowned. He...”
“He tried to attack us,” Trove finished for him.
“Thank the Eleven you’re all safe,” Bogatyr heaved a sigh. “I’ll go find Lumiere to fix this up. And...don’t introduce the rest of us to any more dragons from your pasts,” he told them both.
They walked slowly back down the hall, side by side. Halting just outside their door, Dewlap held Trove steady.
“What if he saw us?” Trove’s voice cracked.
“Don’t think about that,” Dewlap whispered back, grasping her paws in his. “He didn’t. And I know the dragons here will aid us if he had,” he finished, reaching to turn the knob.
Opening the door, it squealed quietly, revealing the darkness of their room—
—and a lean figure hunching over the crib, its shield now gone—
—within the wooden crib, little Anemone was the only one awake, and she stared up into Spitfire’s rounded eyes—
—he stared back down to her in shock, horror, and—
...grief.
A single tear slid down his cheek and his eyes instantly hardened when his gaze left Anemone’s to meet Dewlap’s. Anemone burst into tears.
At the same instant, Dewlap and Spitfire raised their paws and fired green and orange blasts at each other. Trove darted to coil around her children still in the crib, and soon Pearl and Tidepools awoke and wailed. The impact of Spitfire’s blast struck Dewlap’s hard, but the Nocturne pushed back harder, a furious scowl creasing his pale face. Suddenly, Dewlap threw his arms aside, sending Spitfire crashing to the floor. Dewlap swiftly cast another shield around the crib, silencing Trove and the crying of their newborns as she hugged them close.
Spitfire’s eyes blazed as he struggled to stand. “I knew you were cowering here. Those fools tried to lead me away but now I finally have you.” Snapping his red claws, flames sparked to life and he now held molten chains. Then, smiling wickedly, he added, “Gallagher and Greer are so longing to see you again, Dewlap...”
“I’m afraid I won’t be going easily,” Dewlap snarled back. Green mists swirled around his claws, and the chairs and desks split and cracked apart before spinning around the room.
Trove trembled and her heart lurched as she watched their horrific battle. Dewlap gestured with both paws, sending the wooden splinters to aim for Spitfire, but the red Spiral dodged them easily. Dewlap’s growl started low before he bellowed a roar and pushed at the air. It grabbed Spitfire and pressed the red dragon’s back against the glass window.
Spitfire struggled to fight against his invisible bonds. “Release her at once!” he spat.
“She is under no spell!” Dewlap growled, pressing harder. The glass began to crack.
“Am I to believe your word over hers?” Spitfire scoffed.
“Spitfire,” Trove wailed from inside the cover of the shield, “please don’t do this,” she begged. “You’re wrong about him! We all were!”
“You turned her against us all when you looked into her eyes,” Spitfire accused the Nocturne. “You stole her soul,” he snarled as Dewlap stalked closer, “and they should have been mine!” his roar cracked as he turned his eyes on the small coiled shapes in the crib.
The moment Dewlap saw the red dragon’s large eyes turn to his mate and children, the Nocturne didn’t hesitate in grabbing Spitfire hard and smashing the Spiral’s back against the window, nearly breaking it as it started to give way.
“Those who come between me and my family never stay much longer,” Dewlap warned with a deep snarl.
“Then I’ll take you with me!” Spitfire bellowed, reaching to grip Dewlap’s arms and melting away the Nocturne’s leather bracers.
Dewlap roared in agony as the bracers disintegrated and revealed the old burn marks he’d kept hidden for so long. With a deafening scream, a bright green flash illuminated the entire room. Trove shielded her eyes and her children’s against the glare as it was followed by an explosive blast that blew Dewlap backwards.
As the light began to ebb, Dewlap blinked his eyes open and hissed in pain as he struggled to rise. He winced in agony and fury when his arms refused to cooperate. He spied his old burns, now burning as if they were still fresh...
Finally noticing the shattered window, his heart jolted.
“Dewlap,” Trove’s voice croaked as she watched him trudge to the broken window.
“Stay with them,” Dewlap pleaded hoarsely. The intense pain nearly made him collapse when he reached the window, and peered between the jagged glass into the darkness below.
The night made it almost impossible to see clearly, but below, riding the small waves, was Spitfire’s black hat. The red dragon was nowhere in sight.
“Is he...” Trove hesitated to finish.
Dewlap sighed, shaking slightly from the pain and the fight. “Claimed by the Sea,” he hushed.
Tears streamed down the Spiral’s dappled face and she cradled all three of her hatchlings, whispering softly to them, quieting their own cries and drying their tears. Out of the corners of her eyes, she noticed Dewlap shambling towards them. He lifted both paws, wincing as he did, forcing green sparks from the claws and hissing with the effort.
“Don’t,” Trove pleaded from within the glowing shield. “Ask Lumiere to enchant you a new pair before doing any more magic.”
“Bracers or arms?” Dewlap cracked before snarling in pain.
“What’s going on?” a deep voice called from the hallway. Soon they were greeted by Bogatyr and the orange Nocturne flared his brown wings in surprise at the destruction now before him. “What in the name of the Thousand Currents happened in here?” He paused when he noticed the dark burns on Dewlap’s arms. “It was him, wasn’t it?” he asked, and they both nodded slowly. “I knew that drake was trouble. Where is he now?”
Dewlap answered with a hiss of pain, “Drowned. He...”
“He tried to attack us,” Trove finished for him.
“Thank the Eleven you’re all safe,” Bogatyr heaved a sigh. “I’ll go find Lumiere to fix this up. And...don’t introduce the rest of us to any more dragons from your pasts,” he told them both.
Continued in Hadley Part 1
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