Part III1
Lies and Truth Revealed2
Only a few weeks have passed since Darcion proposed to Solaria, but the wedding was already at hand. The monastery was one of the oldest but most elegant in the kingdom with ceilings well over 15 feet high. The room was set up in typical fashion with a pulpit at the front and rows of pews for attendees. It was decorated with the finest things available including lace streamers and even one ice sculpture, this was not Darcion’s idea and he had to be convinced by Lady Armina, and everything was running as planned. Every seat was filled, from the King and Queen to Solaria’s grandparents. 3
Solaria was being prepared for her day by Lady Armina while Darcion was readied with Sir Felix’s help. Darcion’s armor shone with its recent polishing and his swords hung at his sides. Sir Felix and Raynor looked at him with happiness for their friend and adopted son in Felix’s case, where as Darcion looked at them with only joy filling his eyes, almost to the point of tears. The day had finally come; it was time for him to be bound to his love forever. Solaria was dressed in her gown, a pure white dress of fine silk, with just enough length to give it a train. It fit her thin form perfectly, only serving to intensify her beauty. Lady Armina was crying openly when she first looked at Solaria in the dress, for the first time fully realizing how lucky Darcion was to have found such a woman as this. Then the preparations were complete. The first notes on the organ played.4
The guests turned their heads as one to look back and see the wedding procession come down the isle. First came Darcion walked down the isle, cape billowing lightly with one arm resting on his sword hilt. He reached the pulpit and stood waiting for Solaria, grinning somberly. Next came Darius holding his daughter’s arm with a look of pure pride on his face, Solaria’s face hidden by a veil, followed by the best man and woman, Raynor and one of the king’s daughter’s Riana, then the ring bearer, Trantis, and the rest of the line. When Darcion and Solaria faced each other, sun streamed through the circle window and fell on them, giving the two a strange effect as though they were radiating a light of their own. The monk began the service and soon reached the vows. Darcion clasped Solaria’s hands and began.5
“Solaria, I love you with my all. You are the one that brightens my day, like the sun on a cold morning. My life has not been easy, but you have made me truly happy. Every moment I spend near you makes my soul feel alive, almost as if you light a fire inside me. I shall be forever true to you, my love. I am proud to truly be your Knight in Shining Armor. I would die for you, my Solaria, my love. You are my sun, constant, never moving in your path and I promise to be the same.”6
Solaria was smiling through her veil and spoke her vows, “My Darcion, my knight, I am blessed that I am loved by one such as you, an honest and true person with the heart of a dragon. I am comforted by your strength and eased by your love. My Darcion, you are truly the only one I will ever love. I shall be yours for eternity and beyond, my love for you is unfailing in its purity. Thank you for loving me as I love you.”7
The monk finished the ceremony and Darcion and Solaria placed the rings on each other’s fingers. Darcion then lifted Solaria’s veil, bringing her lips to his in a passion filled kiss. They wrapped their arms around each other, Darcion lifted her off the ground and they spun, still kissing. When the finally broke apart, Solaria was crying out of ecstasy and Darcion’s eyes were gleaming with joy. The monastery was full of crying people, King Tobias’s wife Queen Faran among them. Darcion and Solaria were hugged by many people then finally were pushed gradually towards the wedding gifts and cake. 8
The cake was a masterpiece of baking, A triple level cake with each layer piled atop the next using pillars. Darcion and Solaria cut the first piece together then shared it, both trying hard not to laugh when they put the fork in each other’s mouth. The guests were all hoping to find out what the new couple thought of their gifts and they were not disappointed because after every present was opened, they expressed their deepest thanks. 9
Then it was time for the newlyweds to have their time for each other, the medieval equivalent of the honeymoon, and they walked to the road together. When there was no wagon, Solaria looked at Darcion questioningly, but before she could say anything she saw that he was concentrating so she knew he was about to use one of his techniques. Suddenly light shone from the back of Darcion’s armor and dragon wings appeared, allowing him to fly, but retain his human body. This drew several gasps and even a few ahs from the guests, but Solaria was very pleased because it meant they could fly on wings, but Darcion could keep his human form instead of a dragon. Darcion gathered her up, unfurled the full extent of his wings and pumped them, gently lifting both he and Solaria into the air.10
The flight was invigorating with Darcion doing all sorts of tricks to make Solaria laugh, truly a joyous sound to him. Below them was a constant forest, known as the Maze Forest for the twists and turns to be found if one must travel through on foot. As they passed over one of the few clearings to be found in this forest, Darcion noticed a wagon being held up so he flew lower, set Solaria down in the trees nearby and flew into the clearing, his wings and sudden appearance startling everyone involved. 11
A wagon company was being held up by what appeared to be five members of the local thieves’ guild, clearly low level members though for their shabby equipment. The thieves were looking at Darcion, mostly at his wings, and clearly thought he was some kind of demon from the expressions on their face, expressions of mixed fear and hatred. The poor men on the wagon were just as frightened because they had no idea who he was.12
“Good day all of you. I am Sir Darcion of Trafna Castle, Knight to the Good King Tobias II. Yes my wings may appear frightening, but they are just one of my abilities as a Dragoon. Now if someone would be so kind as to inform me of the situation, I may come to a judgment,” Darcion the released the wing technique and they disappeared with a flash of light.13
“Good sir, I am Wamor, a humble wagon driver. I have been given a task to deliver these goods as most haste as they are important to Sir Brian of Sarenth Castle. These petty thieves are trying to steal it from me and prevent me from my task,” He said this last bit pointing at the thieves angrily.14
Darcion looked to the thieves for their story, but they simply shook their heads and wouldn’t say a thing. Darcion made his judgment and told the thieves to stand still or what he was about to do would really hurt. He drew his swords, used ice energy, and using his swords created a cube of ice, surrounding the thieves and the making a roof for it so that the thieves could not escape upwards. Not wanting them to suffocate he created several holes that were not large enough for the thieves to get through, but large enough for air. The Wamor thanked Darcion then hitched up the reigns and continued down the path through the forest. Darcion brought his wings back out and flew back to Solaria, who had watched the whole thing from her perch in the tree. 15
He picked her up and together they finished the flight to their home for the next week, a small but warm cottage at the edge of a mountain in the Tarnianas range. The first few days of their stay were very peaceful; with most of the day spent simply helping each other do simple chores and enjoying each others company. On the fourth day, Darcion felt like going for a walk on this mountain and asked Solaria if she would like to do so. She answered that it would be a nice change from just the cabin and smiled. So began their hike up Mount Radmars, a place from Darcion’s past, though he did not remember it.16
The mountain was not to steep and easy to climb, making the trip upwards an enjoyable experience for both. When the pair reached the halfway point on the mountain, Darcion felt a sensation at the back of his mind, like he remembered this place. He decided to follow his instincts and after a few minutes of blind hiking, Darcion found a hidden trail. Darcion led the way up this strange trail, Solaria followed merrily, just happy to be outside enjoying the world with her husband. As they walked through the mountain’s forest, many small animals peeked out from the brush with tiny eyes. Then Darcion came to a gate set into the side of a rock and he pushed on it gently, swinging it opened with an oiled ease. 17
He stepped forth into his past, looking around at the ruined remains of a castle that he could remember but not why. His eyes roamed freely, landing on a doorway leading into the center of the keep and he stepped towards it, still holding Solaria’s hand. The hallway beyond the door was gloomy and the air was musty filling Darcion’s mouth with dust and years worth of age, moss covering the floors and lichens replacing the tapestries that once adored the walls. Darcion looked around the hall and saw a stairway leading deeper into the keep, sinking into the earth like a hole. 18
Darcion approached carefully and stared down into the black depths of the spiral stairs to try and see the bottom. Solaria was becoming frightened, and Darcion reached out to her and embraced her, running his hands through her hair and whispering in her ears that he would never let anything hurt her. She smiled up at him and put her arm through his and they walked down the stairway together, Solaria encouraged by her loves words. The stairs were old and very dusty, every step kicking up a cloud into the air and making Solaria cough lightly. Darcion reached up and used his magic to create a magic filter for her face, allowing her to breathe easier. 19
She smiled at him and held his arm tighter, determination in her every step. Darcion kicked a small rock off the edge and couldn’t hear the end for a long time, so he realized that this would take a long time by conventional means. He pushed Solaria back a bit, then transformed to full Dragoon strength, spreading his Dragoon wings and gently lifting Solaria into his arms and gliding down the center of the staircase much faster than walking and the bottom was soon reached. They touched down, Darcion's metal boot tips clicking against the stone floor. 20
Darcion could feel a force ahead of him, and he stared through the gloom and murk of the lowest level of the ruined castle. A huge door stood guard over the secrets hidden behind them, and Darcion drew his twin swords. Calling upon the power of the holy light, the chamber was filled with the unearthly radiance of the Holy Blades, instantly showing off the huge doors in their entirety. They were wood with metal plates and bolts for reinforcement and Darcion could see waves of Dragoon energy flowing over the door in powerful waves. He walked forward with Solaria following behind him carefully so as not to lose her step on the moss and various crags in the ancient stone, until he arrived at the massive door. 21
Darcion's gauntleted hand reached out carefully and touched the door, reaching through the flowing energy to the wood itself and touched the slightly moldy wood, pushing lightly against its still hard surface. The energy running over the door shifted and pulled into the wood, forming symbols all over the metal plates. Solaria jumped a bit at the sudden appearance of the eerie glowing symbols, then calmed as she noticed Darcion’s calm demeanor as he stared at the strange images covering the door. He gazed into the symbols and could read them, knowing exactly what each meant, even though he had no memory of such writing. They were an ancient message left behind by the former inhabitants of the castle. 22
This is what Darcion, the last known Dragoon read from that door: “Here is the last record of Grahmad, Drakenlord of Withal Castle, domain of the Dragoon race. The castle was once prosperous; our people growing after the Great War, but the Dragons and their jealous ways have found this place. Behind this great seal lies the history of our proud people, for only those Dragoons that remain to find. Those few who were sent to be raised safely such as young Darcion of the family Drakwind, and Gildan, my son. This door has been prepared for them, should they find their way back here so that they will not be lost, as we at this castle shall not live to see their lives. To you children of this castle, I am sorry that we could not be there, so in these doors shall you find answers.”23
Darcion finished reading and fell to one knee, Solaria running to his side. This place was where he would find his past, the truth behind his life. He stood and took Solaria by the hand, staring into her eyes and bringing her to his side. She looked at his face with questions hidden by those beautiful indigo irises, but also a readiness to accompany him to the depths of hell if that was where he had to go. His silent look of love to her made her whole face glow with happiness and the love she felt for him, and he was strengthened. 24
He took her arm in his, and then walked forward to the door, allowing his Dragoon energy to flow with the energy of the door and with a flash the two energies melded together and became one steady energy wave and the door creaked open slightly, its ancient lock opened after two hundred years of waiting. The alphabet on the door disappeared suddenly, causing Solaria to start and hold Darcion tighter as he stood up and prepared to enter the chamber that would tell him about his life.25
Extending a hand he pushed on the massive door and found it moved easily, as though with constant care. It slid forward leaving a gaping hole in its place, like an open mouth waiting to eat Darcion and Solaria if they stepped inside. Solaria shivered slightly after staring into the waiting blackness and held tighter to Darcion’s side, Darcion’s arm reassuring her gently with its grip around her waist, as he looked down to her face and smiled glowingly at her. She smiled back, feeling courage well up inside her heart and she stood straighter, ready to face anything by his side. 26
Together they stepped forth into the waiting emptiness, their steps echoing into the room’s high ceiling. Darcion once again held his sword above his head and called upon the holy sword for light, revealing the massive chamber to the young pair. Solaria gasped and stood behind Darcion, his second sword shifting to his hand. His face was full of determination and misunderstanding as he stared into what was undoubtedly Bantrotis in living form, breathing slowly as though in sleep. 27
Darcion quickly sent Solaria back to the far wall and stepped forward to face the dragon. He called upon the holy magic and his swords shone with the pure light, bathing the slumbering dragon with its radiance. As soon as the light touched Bantrotis, it stirred, the light disturbing its balance of energy and its peaceful sleep. It opened one baleful black eye and stared at Darcion, blinking twice before becoming fully awake. It sat up on its haunches and continued to blink slowly, absorbing everything in the room before looking back at Darcion, extending its wings to their fully edges and stretching out its claws and forelimbs. Darcion waited patiently to understand the purpose of the Dragon’s being here. 28
Once the Dragon had fully awoken and relaxed, it stared at Darcion for several minutes as though scanning him, his eyes roaming over the young warrior as though to gauge his strength by simply looking. When his empty eyes shifted to Solaria, Darcion heard her start and fall to her knees with fright. The blank eyes once more moved to Darcion and this time the beast settled to its haunches, sitting upright and staring down at the Dragoon. Darcion could feel the black eyes attempting to penetrate his soul, to bring fear crushing down on him like a wave, but he resisted, strengthening his heart against the power of the Bane magic. 29
The dragon did not move, his blank gaze focused on Darcion never wavering from his place at Darcion’s eyes. Darcion sheathed his twin swords and lifted his face to return that deep stare with defiance, head tilted back and a smirk set on his mouth. Finally the Dragon stirred from his staring, shifting his eyes upwards to the roof of the room, then it once again settled to the floor, head resting between its hands. This time it closed its eyes, but a voice was heard, clearly the dragon speaking using its mind.30
“So young one, you have returned to the place of your birth, child of the Drakwind family. It is good to see that you have survived the world and grown in your power and ability. I have waited for ages to speak to one of those sent from this castle long ago, before the Dragons came and destroyed our living. Ah I see that you are not alone in happiness, you have brought a child of the elves with you, is she your mate?” the voice was deep and powerful in sound, echoing around the cavernous chamber.”31
“An elf? Solaria has no elfin blood, do you?” Darcion’s confusion was evident in his voice as he turned to face his bride.32
“None that I know of, my knight. If I do it has surely been hidden from me all my life,” Solaria spoke with equal confusion and bewilderment.33
“Young Solaria is it? And Darcion of the Drakwind family…strange as this may be to you bride of Darcion, you have elfin blood in your veins and heart. However this is not as pressing as speaking to the last Dragoon of his line about the past and his future. Do not fret young Solaria, this shall not change anything for you or your life, for Darcion is too far in love with you anyway to care of your birthing, as clearly evidenced by the fact that you were a serf previously,” Solaria started at the Dragon’s knowledge of her past and Darcion smiled and beckoned to her, “do not be afraid of me for I wish for nothing more than rest after my years of waiting.”34
Darcion stepped forward, face showing his eager spirit, “Please good…what may I call you, O dragon of this castle? Surely you are not truly the dragon of Darkness, but instead another Dragoon like me? Please allow me the honor of your name!”35
“You are correct in my being a Dragoon. I am Grahmad, former Drakenlord of this place, the ruins of Withal castle. I became this form to preserve myself after the Dragons killed all that remained of our livelihood, our children, my wife and your parents young Darcion. I was deeply wounded by the king of Dragons, and so your family hid me here and pleaded with me to hide away and be here for the last few Dragoons that were safe, such as you Darcion Drakwind. You and four others are the last of our esteemed kind, the last that have not been tainted by evil or been killed by the ignorant. I do not have great hopes for our great race, our pride long stained by the hate of the human kings. You, you have made a bridge that none before has done, a bridge of trust and loyalty from the Human kind, though you are a hated kind, they trust you to do what is needed for the good of the kingdom. This is a great step in the right way for our future, if this trust can last,” Grahmad spoke with a mixture of sadness and joy in his voice, a sound that was beautiful in its haunting tones.36
Darcion was startled by this news and the prospect of meeting someone who knew his real parents. Once he came to terms with all the thoughts running through his mind, he fell to one knee before the former leader of the Dragoon race. Grahmad told him to stand and save his allegiances, for he was not long in the world now that he could pass on his knowledge to one that deserved it. He slid into a more comfortable position and began telling the Dragoon story and its few legends. Darcion and Solaria listened in wonder as Grahmad told of the Three Dragons of Power, Bantrotis of Bane, Arktraton the Dragon of the Elements and Darsantris the Holy Dragon. 37
When Grahmad told them that only one before had achieved the Darsantris form because only a chosen of heaven could, Darcion almost jumped into the air at remembrance of what the angel had said to him in his dream state. He told Grahmad in rushed words, sometimes tripping over them in his excitement. Grahmad looked very startled by this and asked Darcion to tell him all that he had experienced through his life dealing with his powers. He explained that he could only sense basic knowledge from them, not whole memories and thoughts. 38
Darcion sat down once more and set about the story of his life as a whole, beginning with the defeat of the Thief as a child to the latest accomplishment of learning to only create the wing powers. Grahmad looked thoughtful at the mention of Raynor and later with his becoming Bantrotis, his gaze fixed on some far away point not in the room. Darcion finished and Grahmad looked down at him with a piercing eye.39
“You have led a strange life, even for a Dragoon, young Darcion. Achieving the levels of power you attained so young is remarkable, and actually befriending a Holy Knight! Truly young Darcion you are on a path to Drakenlord, a leader of our scattered race. Darsantris may be destined for you, because if that was truly the angel’s word, you are a chosen of heaven. Even so, discovering that power is so impossibly difficult to do, I fear it may destroy you in your quest,” Grahmad spoke slowly, thinking even as he said them.40
“I am willing to do anything to help our race, even if it means leaving all I know behind. The only person I could never leave is Solaria; my heart would never let me leave her here. If it means abandoning my love for her, then my quest shall not even begin, because nothing is worth that, the sacrifice of my love. So if it can be done with my Solaria by my side, then tell me how I may begin this purpose and discover if I am meant for it,” Darcion spoke with an eager heart and open mind.41
Grahmad nodded his black head slowly, then sits up and fully extends his neck. Light gathers around him and a human shape appears in the center of his chest, becoming more and more defined as the Dragon dissipates. Grahmad’s human form floats to the ground, looking slightly ragged from the years spent as a Dragon. Darcion walks to him and extends his gauntleted hand, gripping the former Drakenlord’s arm in a warrior’s embrace, arm to arm. Darcion beckoned to Solaria and Grahmad kissed her hand, making her blush slightly from such treatment. 42
After the more proper introductions had been made, Grahmad led the two into a smaller chamber with several beds and special food that was prepared for Grahmad that never aged thanks to magic. Grahmad offered wine, but Darcion and Solaria declined requesting simple juice instead, then they sat together and talked for an hour or so before Solaria yawned and Darcion requested that they retire for the night and pick up the conversation in the morning. Grahmad agreed with vigor and they settled into their respective beds, Darcion taking off his chestplate and various other equipment, then settled in next to his love and fell into slumber without a moments hesitation.43
The next morning was found with a light shining in from a hole in the ceiling and a stirring Grahmad making some rather strange noises. Darcion awoke and smiled down into the sleeping face of Solaria, brushed back her hair from her face, then quietly got out of the bed and put his gear back on. He stepped over to the place where the light filtered into the huge chamber and sat in the beam of light and prayed, meditating and gathering his energy for the day ahead. He felt a hand rest lightly on his shoulder and looked up into Solaria’s beautiful face, a smile making it glow. He stood and put and arm around her then walked over to where Grahmad had awoken and also gotten fully dressed.44
“Good morning Darcion. I see that you two slept well, all the better. Today we shall pick up where we left off. You have told me, young warrior, that you wish to gain the final Dragoon magic of Darsantris, and by doing so become worthy of the title Drakenlord. Alas, even I do not know the entire path to earning Darsantris, but rest assured I was given instructions to leave for the one that has been chosen for this task, and you Darcion, knight of the human kingdoms, are that person. I shall pass on my remaining knowledge to you then be able to finally go to be with my family in the heavens, blessed be. When we have eaten, I shall begin my tales and legends once more, since we stopped that conversation mid-way yesterday,” Grahmad spoke with happiness in his voice, knowing that soon he would be able to see his wife once more.45
He moved to the same spot Darcion had recently occupied in the place where the light filtered into the cavern, then settled to a good sitting position. Solaria sat next to Darcion in front of Grahmad and placed her hands around Darcion’s waist, holding him tight in happiness of this wonderful thing for him. They shared the stories and lessons of the past and present world, things that had happened and were coming to pass now in the tribes and races of the world. Darcion was very curious about the Samurai because he had learned so much of their attack prowess, but never knew anything of the actual race. Grahmad’s voice took the two on a journey around Taramanth, from the depths of the oceans where the sea dragons slept, to the forests of shadows where the Samurai lived in hiding. 46
"Please Solaria, leave these chambers for a few short minutes, what happens next may be dangerous to you, and I do not wish for anything to happen to you," Grahmad requested once the tales were finished.47
Darcion shook his head, "No, if she wishes too, she will stay by my side, because no matter what I won't let anything happen to her."48
Solaria smiled at his proclamation and held him tighter, then nodded that she would stay with him and buried her head against his shoulder. Grahmad smiled at the young lovers then nodded to signify he would proceed. He asked Darcion to kneel before him, and he stood up. 49
Darcion went to his knee and Grahmad placed both his hands on Darcion’s head, Dragoon energy pulsing in them and into Darcion. The mixing energy became a bright light, Darcion’s whole body glowing pure white. Solaria held onto Darcion’s arm, her love for him keeping her at his side through the lights and strange sounds thudding through the room’s immense ceiling. Darcion felt his feet leave the ground and he felt his mind searching frantically for something, that which he could not seem to find. 50
His heart strained against his ribs, pounding inside his chest as he struggled to control the energy rushing through him. He looked up at Grahmad and saw that the former Drakenlord was passing on his own gift, memories and power. The Past flooded Darcion’s mind, images of his parents and the castle before the attack, and so many more things. Then he felt the new power merging with his own, new abilities becoming realized through this new magic. As the energies finished their merging, Solaria’s eyes were wide as she looked at him.51
“What is it dear Solaria? Is something wrong?” he asked tentatively.52
“No, no my Darcion! It is just that you have changed somehow. It is hard to explain but one thing is your eye color! It is no longer the same!” she spoke in a rushed voice.53
Darcion took up the small mirror that Grahmad had kept and indeed his eyes were no longer the deep brown of before, now they were a shade of silver that was deep and powerful in its look. His face too was now stronger, the face seeming to exude confidence and trustworthiness. He set the mirror down and stepped to where Grahmad now stood, looking slightly withered. He walked the man to his bed and laid him down, Solaria coming to stand at his side as the man was finally able to rest. His eyes closed slowly, and as they did he gripped Darcion’s hand with great firmness, then slowly lost that grip and he was gone. 54
Darcion shed a single tear in sadness for this man, that had given him the greatest gift he could, his past. He took Solaria by the arm and the two of them slowly left the chamber, Darcion’s boots clicking against the stone for the last time. When they reached the staircase, Darcion once more spread his Dragon wings and took hold of Solaria, lifting her up and flying up the spiral case slowly so as not to brush his wings against the side. They left the castle with mixed emotions swirling in their hearts, happiness in this wonderful gift and sadness in the death of one so kind. They walked back to their small cottage in silence, but upon reaching it they smiled at each other and entered embracing. Solaria put a meal on and Darcion relaxed with her; just happy to be with the one he loved. Then he remembered what Grahmad had said not long after they first met.55
“Solaria, do you think you could really be half-elf? Grahmad did not lie when he said that, but you do not remember anyone in your family of elfin blood. How could such a thing be…hmm, we shall have to ask about this when we return to our home,” Darcion spoke slowly, trying to figure the puzzle out in his head.56
Solaria looked down at the floor and pondered the floorboards as she considered who could possibly be an elf without her knowing. It wouldn’t bother her, but she would have liked to know before. Receiving news like that doesn’t usually just flow like crop growth; it could change many aspects of her life, for better or worse. Her thoughts briefly shifted to her lifespan and she almost cried out in sorrow, because she would live far longer than her beloved would, and leave her alone in the world. A tear slid down her cheek and fell onto her clothing, leaving a salty trail down her face. 57
More followed and soon she was sobbing quietly to herself because she didn’t ever want to think of a time without her soulmate. Darcion stepped over to her and gently slid his arms around her waist, looking into her eyes, concern showing through his silver irises. Solaria let out a cry and fell onto his chest, arms wrapping around his neck, as she rested her race against his shoulder and cried. Darcion held her tightly in his arms, reassuring her and running his hand through her hair. After she stopped crying, Darcion didn’t move, he just let her rest in his arms and feel safe. He soon realized that she had drifted into sleep and he smiled to himself then settled back and closed his eyes, sleep taking him as well.58
Solaria awoke first the next morning, warm in Darcion’s arms, and she smiled into his shoulder. She sat up and kissed his face, moving his bangs away so she could see all of his face, and smiled down at him for a few minutes. She gently slid out of his arms and put a blanket over him, then went about cooking a meal, complete with ham and eggs from the stores prepared by well wishers at the wedding. He awoke, but didn’t move, instead watched her go about the task with a subtle grace and ease that was very hard to turn from. His eyes followed wherever she went, happiness filling him at the joy she was practically bursting with, trying to thank him for comforting her the night before. He silently moved behind her, using his Samurai training to go unnoticed, and he wrapped his arms around her waist again, kissing her neck gently.59
“Good morning my love, are we feeling better?” Darcion smiled and turned her in his arms so she was facing him.60
“I’m sorry that I went to pieces last night, I am back to myself again,” Darcion gave her a concerned look and she broke down again, “Thank you so much for just holding me last night, I couldn’t bear to think that I might be forced to live without you because of my lineage. I don’t ever want to imagine a time without you!”61
Darcion held Solaria gently, understanding the pain she was feeling because he did not want to think of a time where Solaria would be alone. He stood with her, letting her know that he cared by listening, and understanding. Darcion used a hand to tilt her chin up and he stared into her eyes. Her face was glimmering with tears, small streams tracing their way down her beautiful face, and Darcion felt his heart tighten at her sorrow. 62
He leaned his neck down and pressed his lips to hers, putting all his love into that single motion, and it took Solaria’s breath away. After they broke the kiss she rested her head against his chest, resting in his arms and loving him with all her heart, Darcion’s fingers idly running through her hair and held her gently, giving her a sense of total serenity and peace. She looked up into his now silver eyes and gazed into his soul as they locked on each other and stood together facing this pain together as one.63
“Solaria my love, don’t stain your face any longer with tears of sadness, we shall find a way to overcome this obstacle, I know we can together!” with these words Darcion held her tightly, trying to show the confidence he felt in his words.64
Solaria nodded weakly and smiled into his shoulder, sobs still shaking through her as she tried to gain hold of her emotions. Darcion took her by the hand and led her to the chair and sat her down. Then he got a blanket and wrapped it around her, tucking it in tightly so no cold could sneak around it. She gazed at him wonderingly and he smiled warmly at her. He went to where she had been preparing breakfast and he finished what she started then made her favorite meal for morning, an omelet style egg dish with ham and vegetables spread through it. 65
Stepping over, her face lit up when she saw the plate he had made just for her, but at the same time tried to make a fuss about him making things for her. He smiled at her and lightly put a finger to her lips, shushing her amusedly. The plate rested gently on her lap for a few seconds before she daintily used her fork to take a bite and chew it slowly. Her face shone with pleasure at the taste and she ate slower so she could savor the food for as long as possible. 66
Darcion felt proud of himself and he got back up and brought over the food she made for him and the two of them ate together in silence, words not needed to express their emotions. Solaria finished first but Darcion wouldn’t let her get up to clean or work, he sat her right back down in her chair and he took care of all the chores and duties himself, giving Solaria some time to relax and calm herself because he could tell it had taken a lot out of her to let all that out. 67
He readied the bed for sleep later and put her in it, exhaustion taking her swiftly to the land of dreams. His eyes smiled down at her form and then slid into bed next to her, his own fatigue making his eyelids feel like lead. He slipped into slumber, his dreams full of old memories and people he had never known, the memories of the Drakenlords from before him. He saw things that had changed the course of the world, from the various bands of adventurers setting out to save the land, to those that would have destroyed it. 68
Then he came to the memories of the Drakenlord Ritalth, then only Dragoon to be chosen by heaven and achieve the dragon Darsantris. He could see the unbridled power that was contained by the dragon, and how Ritalth had lived a long life, but it was a lonely one because years passed and he never grew old, the power of Darsantris taking away most of his mortality. Darcion realized what this meant, and his heart leaped because he would not leave Solaria alone, they would be together for as long as both had breath, the immortality of the elves and the gift of life unchanged from heaven would bless them if Darcion could gain that power. His heart became set upon finding how to use that power and a calm settled through his mind and body, finally at peace.69
awoke slowly the next morning, one eye opening to take in the cabin in all its stillness, and he smiled because during the night he and Solaria had unconsciously rolled into each others arms, it looked very sweet, the look of total peace and security shown on Solaria’s face evident that she was happy where she was. He reached out and brushed back some hair from her face, then kissed her gently, almost laughing to himself as she smiled and tried to kiss him back in her sleep. He moved quietly out of the bed and stood outside, watching the sunrise over the mountain. 70
His mind turned to the dreams he had and the memories inherited, and a smile spread across his face when he recalled that if he could gain Darsantris he would never have to leave Solaria alone. He closed his eyes and listened to the sounds of the world waking up around him, the wind lightly moving through the branches of nearby trees and the various animals shifting and stirring from sleep. A small hawk flew overhead, hunting for its first meal of the day, seeing a mouse moving slightly and swooping down at great speed to grab it and end its hunger. Darcion watched with interest, nature’s cycle flowing right before his eyes. 71
Darcion decided that it was time to prepare for the day, he put on his breastplate and strapped on his sword belts. He strode into the forest and put his hands on his sword hilts, preparing to use a sword drawing technique. He stood rock still for several moments, mentally preparing for the attack, then with a flash his swords launched from their sheaths, passing through the tree in front of him with no resistance, then back to their sheaths in seconds, the entire movement one fluid passage. He then walked to the tree and pushed on it, laughing as it tilted and fell over, a clean slice through the entire tree’s width. He unsheathed his blades once more and began to practice his Ninjitsu style stealth maneuvers. 72
He ran up a tree with ease, and then used handspikes to hold his position high above the ground, able to see everything for miles. He jumped from his perch to the next tree, kicking off it to save momentum and move as fast as possible. As he practically flew through the air, he practiced spinning and slicing the air with his swords, the speed of his slashes whistling almost silently through the cool morning air. He felt eyes on him and he gripped a tree to find where they were coming from and he saw Solaria wrapped in a blanket, watching him jump through the forest with a grace like that of a cat. 73
She smiled hugely and waved to him, Darcion actually blushing at being watched like that. Then putting on his most mischievous face he began jumping again, bouncing off the trees rapidly, getting closer and closer to the cabin until he jumped over it and back flipped to the ground next to her. She jumped in surprise then hugged him, pulling the blanket around his steaming form, the cool air making him have a mist hovering around his shoulders and chest from the sweat and heat he had worked up. She buried her head against him and smiled into his eyes, his silver meeting her indigo and he smiled, kissed her forehead then walked inside with her. They made breakfast together, holding hands most of the time and smiling through it all. 74
Once it was prepared and they sat down to eat, Darcion told her what he had found in his dreams, her face filling with hope and pure happiness. After breakfast they cleaned up the cabin together, for today was their last night in it before leaving tomorrow. They put everything back the way it was and spent the rest of the day walking through the forest together, listening to everything around them, each with an arm around the others waist, Solaria’s head resting against Darcion’s shoulder. Night fell and Darcion went and got their bedrolls, laying them on the grass outside so they could sleep under the stars. Solaria laid down next to Darcion and he wrapped an arm around her.75
“Solaria my love, you are more beautiful than any of those stars in the sky.”76
Solaria smiled and cuddled at his side, “And you my Darcion are the most precious thing I could ever wish for.”77
Darcion pulled the blanket over them and they fell asleep, the moon smiling down on them from its perch high in the sky. His dreams were at peace that night, showing only good memories and none of the foreboding pains from the past. For the first time in quite a while, Darcion was at rest; his heart was calm after so many months of constant pains and sadness. He awoke facing Solaria, their arms once more wrapped around each other. He kissed her forehead and she awoke, eyelids fluttering open and a smile on her face. They got up and finished gathering their things, then Darcion picked Solaria up in his arms and called upon his Dragoon Magic, the dragon wings extending from his back through his armor, the twelve foot wingspan catching the sun’s rays and warming them. 78
He pumped them gently, lifting them into the air, and then harder and faster as he flew higher and began heading towards home. Solaria laughed and held on tightly, wrapping her arms around her waist and burying her face against his chest. They flew on without interruption and reached the castle before nightfall. They landed first at Darius’s home to tell them of their return and were welcomed with huge hugs and warmth. The whole family noticed his eyes and he told them a brief explanation of what had happened, all of them offering their condolences, slightly confused at the short version. 79
Darcion laughed and said all would be understood soon, then asked Trantis what he had done while the two were away. Trantis showed Darcion what he had learned already from Raynor, who had apparently decided to stick around awhile. Darcion smiled at this news and tousled Trantis’s hair, then showing him a few new movements for a faster swing. Solaria watched the two and smiled happily, knowing Darcion would be a great father. 80
It was time to go to King Tobias and Darcion and Solaria left, waving and smiling the whole way. They reached the keep and entered, taking the most direct route to the throne room. The huge double doors stood before them and Darcion pushed them open, the light from within nearly blinding after walking in the dim hallways. When the king noticed Darcion’s eyes, he raised an eyebrow questioningly, but Darcion gave a look that said he would know soon. 81
King Tobias stepped forward to embrace both young people in his massive arms and welcome them back. Solaria blushed slightly at his infectious humor and smiled weakly, still not used to being on such terms with who was formerly her highest master, but was now her husband’s direct leader, a huge step up. Darcion smiled at her warmly and held her tightly, saying good night to the King and other knights in the room, then escorting her to his old quarters. 82
Upon their arrival at the door Darcion pushed it open to find Raynor shining his armor lightly, humming to himself. He looked up in surprise then a smile lit across his face. He stood up and embraced his friend and looked at the new color to them. Darcion waved him off saying he would explain later, then Raynor also hugged Solaria, making her blush again. Raynor smiled gently at her, understanding her reaction and then offering them seats. Darcion looked around but did not see any of his things. He asked what had gone on here, and Raynor explained that Darcion had been given larger quarters since he was now sharing them with someone, 83
Solaria blushing all over again at mention of that topic. Raynor smiled again and told them where the new quarters were, offering to show them exactly where if they wanted. Solaria smiled and nodded silently, Darcion keeping him arm around her and smiling down at her face. They walked for several minutes, the castles keep seeming far larger during the evening, the lack of torches in so many of the hallways making it seem foreboding and grim. Darcion held Solaria close and stood tall, setting a solid pace.84
The small party reached the doors and Raynor pushed them open to a gasp from Solaria. It was much larger than either had expected, and much more brightly lit. Darcion’s things were already set in the way he liked them along the wall and Solaria found that some of her more precious things had been brought to here for her, as well as several new things were given for her use. A note lay on the single large bed against the wall and Solaria gently picked it up. She read it and smiled, then walked to Darcion and showed him the note while holding him tight. 85
It read: “To Darcion and Solaria, this room is a present from the knights of the castle. We apologize about the actions of Sir Walrick and his corruptions, so please bear us no more grudge. We hope that your marriage will be a happy one, full of joy and laughter.”86
Darcion smiled and closed his eyes gently as Solaria buried her head against his chest. They were tired from the long day and retired to their new bed, both finding sleep in each others arms, smiles set on their faces as peaceful dreams overcame their exhausted minds. The night seemed to pass slowly, Darcion awaking around midnight to feel Solaria’s arms tightening around his waist, and a slightly afraid and sad look on her sleeping face. Darcion pulled her closer to him and wrapped his arms around her, gazing down with as much love as his eyes could feel at his bride. He kissed her forehead and laid back again, keeping her at his side and watching her sleep for an hour before falling asleep again. 87
Solaria dreamed fitfully at first, strange memories of things she had never seen in her mind, including elfvish homes and what the memories said was the elven city of Windriane. She saw conversations among several elves, their faces looking with concern at one elf woman that sat alone by the river, staring into the waters. The name Elverna passed through her thoughts, seeming to label the lone elven woman, and Solaria noticed the slight bulge of her chest that signified pregnancy. Then the conversation among the group became more focused and Solaria found the words were clear and she understood them, hearing that Elverna had fell in love with a human man of simple life and now was with child, that mans human child. She had been rebuked for such a deed, none of the other elves wishing to accept her anymore and telling her to go live with her human love, for that was the only fair thing for both child and father.88
Solaria’s mind continued to remember strange things, and saw the elf woman holding her child, with the father staring down with love in his eyes for both. The woman leaned down and kissed the baby, saying quietly to herself the baby’s name: Solaria. Her mind spun even in dreaming about what she now knew, the truth behind her origins and that her mother had hid the lie for so long from her. There was so much that was now changed because she finally knew about her elven blood, what that meant to her future. If not for Darcion hopefully gaining his own prolonged life, she would be left alone without anything that she loved. And even her mother, Elverna she now knew her to be, would be forced to live without her own love, Darius once he aged away.89
She began to shift in her sleep, which is when Darcion held her to him, her mind’s eye seeing the love in his eyes as she slept, and she was calmed. Her mind shifted to the happier memories such as her wedding and the time spent with him during the weeks before, finding forests to just sit together and be in the other’s arms. She smiled in her sleep and feel out of control of the dream.90
The next morning both awoke at the same time, holding each other tight and smiling gently at each other. They kissed warmly and dressed in clothes that were not meant to be flashy or over stylish, just functional. Solaria kissed Darcion one more time on the cheek then was escorted to meet some of the other ladies of the castle while Darcion slid into his breastplate and clicked his belts around his waist. He walked out of his room and was met by Raynor, whose eyes shifted once again to Darcion’s now silver ones, and raised an eyebrow, clearly hoping to hear an explanation. 91
Darcion laughed lightly and sat down, waving at Raynor to do the same and began telling about the discovery of the castle and meeting the one inside. After finishing his story, Raynor was wide-eyed and staring out the window. Raynor’s mind was whirling, trying to discover just how this would affect Darcion’s abilities. It could only make him stronger, and that was a good thing…but the discovery of an even stronger Dragon form within Darcion’s reach was fairly incredible. He turned to look at his friend, and again his eyes were drawn to the silver irises, seeming to stare right through his soul with the icy deepness they held. He shook his head for a moment, closing his eyes to clear them, because when he looked at Darcion he swore he was looking at the same Darcion from the night he had first seen Darcion’s powers, only without the predatory look to his eyes, more like an aged soul, as if he had gained more than just memories and power from Grahmad’s gift.92
Raynor sat in silence for several moments, thinking very hard about this information and how this would affect Darcion’s already strange standing with the Human Kingdoms. He shook his head again and tried to push it out of his mind, grinning at Darcion and drawing his sword. Darcion smirked back at him and slid his draken swords from their sheaths, ready to go and whistling through the air with their polished edges. Darcion nodded swiftly and jumped out the window, spreading his wings as he fell towards the bailey floor, while Raynor curled into a ball and summoned his Holy Magic to protect him, creating an orb around his form and cushioning him from the fall. Once both had landed they pulled their magical implements in and fought, sword-to-sword, no magics involved. Darcion’s twin swords clashed against Raynor’s shield, the sword in his hand swinging at Darcion’s less armored legs as the other tried to overpower and push back the shield. 93
Darcion saw the sword’s arc and jumped, catching the blade between his boots and planting it into the ground, one foot keeping the sword buried in the dirt while the other attempted to remove Raynor’s grip from the hilt, lashing out at the gauntleted hand. Raynor fought the reflex to let go, and instead shifted his shield and grabbed Darcion’s boot, making sure his broad shield still covered more of his body as possible. Darcion was now off balance so he shifted his weight and spun himself in the air, holding his arms as close to his body as possible and landing with a thud in a protected crouch, swords up to catch any attack Raynor might throw. Surprised by the sudden tactic, Raynor had not moved for several precious moments afterwards and realized his mistake, gathering his sword up again and jumping forward in a defended down slash, keeping his shield up to protect his body while throwing the momentum at Darcion’s form. 94
He felt his swords catch against Darcion’s and then a shift of weight as Darcion slid one of his swords from under the defensive stance to attack Raynor’s exposed legs as he had done previously, but his weight was all on Darcion’s sword, he had no place to move except up. Raynor tensed his legs and jumped, flipping up and over Darcion in a very acrobatic move that caught Darcion unaware. He landed and lunged at Darcion’s back, and was caught off guard when Darcion spun in place with such force that Raynor’s sword bounced out of his hand and clattered to the ground behind Darcion. Bringing his shield up, Raynor could see Darcion with a deadly seriousness to his eyes, not the ruthless killer, but the silent fighter. 95
He slashed powerfully at Raynor’s shield and felt the swords pass through its hammered steel with ease, the harnesses on Raynor’s arm keeping the now four piece shield on his arm. Raynor looked at the mess that had become of his only defense and he laughed, stood and offered his hand to end the fight, which Darcion took gladly, the serious look gone as soon as he finished Raynor’s shield. The two smiled and gathered the equipment, heading off to the bar for some drinks, Darcion refraining from alcohol, but Raynor never turned down some wine or mead.96
The two friends talked for several minutes comparing moves and everything was good, but during it all Raynor was struggling to understand how Darcion had gained such skill in so short a time. He had been defeated almost effortlessly, with Darcion using new moves and new abilities that Raynor had never seen before. The wine softened his mind and it calmed him, allowing him to just enjoy the drink and the company. Darcion noticed his friends more uninhibited state and walked him back to the castle before anything regrettable happened to him.97
They laughed the whole way back, Darcion’s mind at peace as he escorted his slightly drunk friend into his room and closed the door behind him, Raynor’s sleeping noises already floating through the wooden door. Darcion smiled to himself and gently walked towards the meeting room. He arrived and went to the kitchen, whispering something into the head cook’s ear. The cook smiled and nodded briefly, then set about preparing for Darcion’s plans. After this, Darcion headed off to where the ladies of the castle gathered. He walked with an even flair, his silver cloak drifting behind him with ease, arms crossed along his breastplate and a grin set on his face. 98
Darcion entered the room where the ladies congregated to drink wines and chat about their lives and husbands and all the other things women of status do and immediately noticed Solaria looking slightly awed and a very out of place look to her. He smiled gently and waved to her, instantly catching the attention of the other ladies. They seemed to move as one to face him and he received varying looks from them, some surprised and others questioning. It then dawned on Darcion that most of the Knights did not visit their wives during the daytime and left them to their own devices, and he sheepishly smiled and scratched his head. 99
He waved again and grinned, “Hello dear ladies, how is your day progressing? I was hoping to spend a few minutes with my Solaria before I head out on a patrol for a few hours.”100
“Is that so?” one of the ladies turned to face Solaria, “Well you are a lucky one aren’t you Solaria my dear,” she smiled gently.101
Solaria smiled widely and nodded silently, stood up and walked to Darcion, kissing him gently as they walked out the door. Behind them he could already hear the ladies discussing this, and the two smiled and shook their heads lightly at the gossiping. Darcion put and arm around Solaria’s shoulder and held her to him, brushing back some hair from her face. The two walked and Solaria told Darcion how the ladies were treating her very nicely and asking all sorts of questions about him, because not many people had actually seen what he was like. 102
Darcion laughed a bit at that news and hugged her tight, then kept walking, letting her tell him how her day had gone so far, and then she asked Darcion about his training with Raynor. He smiled and gave her some of the details, his voice replaying the short but intense fight for her imagination. She laughed lightly at the news that he was sleeping now after becoming moderately drunk and said she would see to it that he was given a proper meal after he woke up. Darcion thanked her then gently guided her to the kitchen where he picked up a small basket and then walked out to the top of the castle where the sun was bright but the winds were cool, making the day seem perfect.103
Darcion sat down and put Solaria next to him, opening the basket to reveal her favorites freshly prepared and ready to eat. After he spread the food out and the two ate happily, smiling at each other the whole time. After the food was gone she thanked him furiously and latched onto his arm all the way back to the room, where he kissed her goodbye and waved to the other ladies, then was gone. The ladies all crowded around Solaria to ask questions again and she blushed from the attention then settled down to tell them some of the bare details so they would stop asking.104
Darcion smiled happily to himself then set out to go on patrol. He decided to do more in an aerial sweep and he extended his Dragon wings, pumping into the air and away from the castle. He glided over the forests around the castle, wings extended and flying powerfully through the air. Nothing seemed out of place as he drifted over the boundary of Hydra’s Forest, the old Academy still visible from the air. Then he felt a strange pulse go through the air, like a black wave had just washed over him from the ground. He folded his wings and dropped like a stone, extending them in time to glide silently to the ground. He landed in a crouch and the magic wings folded under his cloak, hidden for the time being. He felt the wave again and he applied all his knowledge of stealth technique, moving closer to the epicenter of the pulse. 105
The wave was almost visible to his eyes now, a black magical rush flowing through the area. He reached a small opening in the dense trees and he stared into the area in shock, seeing a gathering of several mages, all Dark Mages from their appearances, and all working on a single orb of magic that hovered over them. Darcion’s new memories flashed and the name of the spell was flung into focus, the Wyrvenstorm. 106
This spell calls forth an army of Wyrven, giant flying lizard birds with huge wings and massive razor talons. It had devastated an entire army of Knights during the Great War, and only the sudden appearance of a Dragon attack force had destroyed the menace they presented. Darcion knew instantly that if this spell was completed everyone in the castle would be killed, and he would never allow that to happen.107
Darcion jumped into the clearing, drawing his swords as he did so and extending the magic wings to carry him faster, gliding towards two of the mages and easily cutting the unaware mages in half, and the spell’s orb became significantly dimmer. Two of the other mages stopped their chanting and turned to focus on casting a basic attack spell. Fearing such an attack, Darcion had shifted his blades into an X in front of him and wrapped his wings around his body. The spells hit his blades and wing-shield and reflected back upon the casters, lighting them aflame and making them lose all control over their actions. 108
Darcion jumped and pumped his wings, extending his swords to his left and right, easily passing through another two mages. As he landed he felt a searing pain and saw one of his wings fall limp, magic having burned it black. He cried out and glared at the last remaining mage, the orb of magic still hovering over them. This was clearly the most powerful of the seven mages as the orb was still glowing with a strong magic, even though he alone was holding it in being. The mage reached up and drew down the hood of his cloak, revealing the warped features of a Dark Elf.109
He grinned with fanged teeth and laughed with a dry snarling sound. Darcion glared at him, his silver eyes glowing faintly, and he called upon the strongest holy magic available to his swords. The blades shimmered, then runes began to appear along the blade and extended the mythril blade an extra foot without adding any weight to the sword itself. His eyes shone through with silvery light, and he lunged forward, the Dark Elf calling up a pair of floating Bane blades to fight for him. The swords crossed, but to the Mages’s shock, Darcion’s swords passed right through and continued on to pierce its stomach area. 110
The Wyrvenstorm disappeared and the Dark Elf glared with glowing red eyes at Darcion, then let out a cry of rage that echoed for miles, sending birds alight with fear. Darcion pulled out his sword and let the magic fade, the fell to one knee, the magic that damaged his wing hurting him far more than he had realized. He began to walk out of the forest, swords sheathed again, but it was slow going as he was in a great deal of pain from the blast. 111
After two hours he was within sight of the castle and he pulled up his stature and walked determinedly to the entrance, yelling that he requested entrance, then his body gave out and he collapsed. The doors opened and a cleric mage immediately applied a salve to the wound and then set about healing, the magic in his hands flowing into the damaged area, closing the blood vessels and speeding up the process of closing the gash hundred fold. 112
Solaria had heard that Darcion was hurt and ran to the entrance faster than she had ever done before, putting her arms around her and helping to get him back to their room. He was placed on his bed and the mage and helpers removed his armor and swords, setting them next to his bed, Solaria gasping at the extent of the damage now visible. He entire shoulder and back where his wings emerged from was burned, blood staining through his clothing and making it stick to his body from the long walk back. 113
As the mage continued to heal, Solaria cried softly and held his head in her lap, running her hands through his hair and along his face. The burns and cuts slowly closed, the blood drying and vessels healed together. His shoulder returned to normal, the bare skin a slightly different color, but that would fade soon too. The mage and entourage left, leaving Solaria with Darcion sleeping from the exhaustion of fighting and returning to the castle.114
In his mind, Darcion was fighting that same Bane Elf, his spell attacking his mind and body. In his mind though, the mage was far more powerful than the brief fight the two engaged in at the forest clearing. His magic swords were stronger, and faster than before, parrying Darcion blow for blow and smirking with an evil gleam to his eyes. Darcion’s mind and body were worn, the fight taking an incredible toll on his inner strength. His mind clicked into place, and he looked up with a strange calm to his face, the Dark Elf still leering and lashing out with his magic swords. Darcion closed his eyes and focused, and felt a feeling of purity slide over his mind, a peace like he had never felt before as he felt his body heal and he opened his eyes. His armor was gone, the silver-ish black metal replaced with a white plate, and he extended his wings, and knew before seeing them that they too had changed.115
The angel’s feathered wings shone brilliantly from his back, floating slightly above the ground without even attempting too. The Dark Elf was staring in horror as Darcion’s silver glowing eyes narrowed slightly and he moved forward, slashing through the evil mage, destroying all remnants of the spell. He settled to the ground and looked at himself, his body clothed in a pure white garments and shining silver breastplate. His blades were glowing with holy light and covered with runes that he had never seen before. He folded his new wings and sheathed his swords, falling to one knee as the same angel that had greeted him so long ago hovered before him once again. The angel laughed and smiled at the young knight, beckoning for him to stand.116
“Darcion, chosen of heaven, you are almost at your goal of becoming the controller of Darsantris the Dragon of Heaven. Your purity of heart and mind have led you on this quest, and have gained you favor from he that leads the Heavens. Do not stray from your path, and be true to your heart. Farewell young warrior,” and with those words Darcion felt himself slipping back into the waking world.117
His eyes fluttered open, a tear falling onto his face from Solaria’s saddened eyes, and he weakly reached up to brush away her tears and smile at her gently. She cried again and pulled him up into her arms, burying her face against his chest. She sobbed for several minutes then began to still, Darcion’s arms holding her gently and kissing her softly. She looked up into his eyes and felt the sense of peace overcome her spirit again, as though his eyes could touch her soul and take away all her sadness. He ran his hands through her hair and caressed her face, smiling softly at her through her tear-stained cheeks. He held her tightly, whispering softly in her ear that he was ok now and things were ok. 118
She continued to cry for a few more minutes then lay silent in his arms, heart and mind finally understanding that he was ok. Solaria looked up to him again and smiled weakly at him, then he leaned down and kissed her, banishing all her fear and sadness with the one soft gesture. Darcion broke away softly and ran a finger along her jaw, then brushed away the remnants of tear streams down her face, smiling softly and staring into her eyes. He leaned back slowly, pulling Solaria with him and pulled the blanket over them, slipping into sleep once more with his arms around her waist, holding her to him as she gripped his hands tightly. She also fell asleep in his arms knowing that he was fine now and he had made it through the hard part.119
In his dreams Darcion was again on the plain of so many battles, but this time he was alone. He knew he was here for a reason and saw the mountain and the dragon roaring in the distance. He once again realized that he was not ready to face that trial, that he now understood to be the last step to gaining Darsantris, who awaited him on that mountain. He called forth the new power he had gained, the Angel Drake wings and armor and began to see what this could do. The bright light surrounded him, feeling the wings emerge from his back creating paths through his armor and folding behind him. He unsheathed his swords and examined them, finding the lengths acceptable because of the lack of weight increase. He kept the wings folded behind him and instead practiced with the new blades, learning the secrets they held from the power flowing through them. 120
Darcion’s white clothes were also light and did not prevent his movement in any way. He practiced his stealth movements and found that he could easily move and attack with no hindrance from them or the wings. He felt the urge to fly and slowly extended the wings, feeling the much more powerful pure-white feathered wings push to their full length. Pumping them slightly, it was like feeling pure energy ready to jump, to move. He grinned to himself and thrust downward powerfully, throwing himself into the air and flying at a high speed, wings setting a strong pace to gain altitude and speed. Leveling off high in the air, he grinned and pulled the wings to his body, spinning and falling like a stone, pushing the wings out at the last second to do one last spin and glide above the dreamscape. As the feeling of total freedom came over him, he felt his mind starting to awake.121
As he returned to the world of waking, Darcion breathed deeply, filling his mind with the scent of Solaria’s hair and he smiled sleepily. He opened his eyes and kissed the back of her head, running a hand across her face gently so he would not wake her. His arms slowly uncurled from her sleeping form and he sat at the edge of the bed, rubbing his shoulder and scratching at the itchy spots. He grinned at his behavior and went to put on his clothes. Once he was dressed, he grabbed his breastplate and slid it over his head, then put on his sword belts. He kissed Solaria gently on the forehead and then went out. It was still early morning and the castle was asleep, but he was feeling restless. His steps echoed lightly in the stone halls and he found his way to the roof. His thoughts turned to his new form, but he decided to wait. Dragon wings spread from his back and he lifted into the air. Searching the ground from the air for the clearing from the night before, Darcion found it in a short time. 122
He folded the wings and dropped into it, landing heavily but his Ninja training allowed him to balance the force of it, leaving him uninjured. He found the bodies of six of the mages undisturbed, but the one that he had actually fought and had injured him was gone, a strange imprint left on the ground where he had fallen. Darcion left a fire burning in the clearing and flew back to the castle and have a group go to dispose of the mess. After his arrival at the castle he went and waited for an audience with the king. The King too was an early riser and opened his doors to find the youngest Knight waiting for him, solemn and seriousness all over his face. He beckoned for him to come in and took Darcion into the private chamber behind the throne, where Darcion told him of the previous night’s events, the color draining out of King Tobias’s face as he heard of what could have happened. The King sat down heavily and stared at the floor as Darcion continued to tell of what happened, then told him all that had happened at the castle in the mountains as well.123
Darcion finished his story and sat down as well, his own mind still trying to contemplate all that had happened in so short a time. The King stood up and thanked Darcion deeply for his actions of the previous day, Darcion shaking his head because he cared for this place and its people. He didn’t want thanks; he wanted to know why someone planned to destroy this castle. He told Tobias this and the king nodded, a hand rubbing his temple lightly, feeling a headache coming on. He dismissed Darcion but told the youngest knight that he would wish to have him tell the story again to the assembly of knights later. Darcion nodded silently and went to the top of the castle again, sitting in the sun and closing his eyes gently. He focused and tried to take hold of the new memories and powers that Grahmad had given him, most of it still not integrated with his own yet. He felt the energies from the former Drakenlord finally starting to meld with his own, and a feeling like he was lighter than the air came over him. It was as though he was far stronger than ever before, his muscles containing energy unseen before. 124
Jumping to his feet, Darcion found he could move faster with his fists, let alone his blades, and before he totally lost his concentration he sat back down and focused again, taking hold of the memories. They came to him in parts, never the whole thing at once. After about an hour of this, Darcion felt he had gathered as many new memories as he could handle for that day and he went to see Solaria. He sat on the edge of the bed and watched her sleep, taking off his glove and gently running a hand across her cheek. She smiled in her sleep and turned onto his hand, resting her face in his palm. He smiled softly and kissed her gently, her eyes fluttering open and her smiling up at his sleepily. She put her arms around his neck and kissed him back, then sat up and hugged him.125
“Good morning my love, was your sleep restful?” he smiled at her softly and ran a hand through her hair.126
“Good morning to you as well my Darcion, I slept as peaceful as I ever have in your arms,” she smiled, “is your back hurting you today? Has the wound fully closed?”127
“Yes thanks to the healer’s magic and your loving tears I am fine today, it only itches slightly from the newly healed skin. I have something to show you and Raynor later, something I think you will like far more than he will,” Darcion grinned at the thought of Raynor seeing the new form Darcion had.128
Solaria put her arms around Darcion in a warm hug, then rose from the covers and dressed behind the screen. Darcion still felt mesmerized by her, his eyes following the grace of her movement with such a natural ease. She came out from behind the screen and Darcion swept her off her feet, spinning in place his arms wrapped around her. He smiled as she giggled lightly and kissed her, then set her down and walked arm in arm with her out the door. He nodded to the militiaman at the door to the stairway to the roof. Darcion walked to Raynor’s room and found him staring at the floor with the beginnings of a morning after beard on his chin and a very ashamed look upon his face. Solaria detached from Darcion’s arm and pushed him in the door, closing it behind him. Darcion went and crouched before his friend, looking into his eyes.129
“Raynor? What is wrong my friend?” his voice held some concern for his situation.130
“D-D-Darcion? Is that you? You’re ok?” Raynor looked up with shame filling his eyes and grief on his face.131
Darcion grabbed Raynor’s shoulders, “Raynor what’s wrong? What has caused you such incredible grief that your face would sag with despair?”132
“I-I-I was assigned to patrol with you last night…I should have been there to fight with you…if I had been there you wouldn’t have been hurt…and Solaria wouldn’t have shed so many tears. I allowed myself to become drunk…I am ashamed that I would let such a thing happen, leaving you to face those mages alone is inexcusable,” Raynor’s head sagged and he stared at the floor.133
Darcion looked at his friend and shook his head slightly, “Raynor there is no way you could have known, and it happened fast enough, I don’t know how much of a difference your presence would have made. Yes, I might not have been hit so badly, but that matters not to Solaria or me. Neither of us holds any rancor to your name, none in our hearts nor in our minds. So fret not my brother in arms, you are forgiven of any sin you have committed in your mind. Now get on your feet and go shave, while I grab your armor, for we have business with the King.”134
Raynor looked slightly well and went off to shave his stubble-encrusted jaw and Darcion gathered his armor and clothing, placing them outside the wash room and waited beyond the changing screen. Raynor emerged looking significantly better, face clear and a look of determination set on his features. He nodded to Darcion and they joined Solaria in the hall and walked together to the King’s chambers. They were ushered in and the King told them that after the previous night he had sent scouts and spies to several nearby places including the local thieves guild. 135
The mages Darcion had killed were really after him and him alone, but were willing to destroy the castle and all its inhabitants to prevent him from finding and attacking them. By some chance the very one they were sent to kill destroyed them. Darcion interrupted for a moment and told them that he had actually been helped by that experience. The group looked at him strangely and he said that he would explain soon, but to let the King finish. 136
Tobias cleared his throat and told them that the mages that went to the clearing where the mages were found traces of the spell Darcion had thought was casting, and had magically removed all evidence of the previous night. Darcion began to think deeply on the matter of why those mages were sent to kill him, and Solaria noticed the seriousness on his face, tightening her grip on his arm. He looked up and smiled at her then focused on what the King was saying.137
After a few more minutes of talking, Tobias told them that he would be talking with his advisors carefully over the next few days to create a way to keep the castle safe. Darcion mused to himself that the only real way to do that was for him to leave the castle, but he shook his head and nodded to the King. Then Raynor turned to Darcion and asked how the previous night had actually helped him. Darcion grinned and walked out onto the King’s spacious balcony, almost seeming to stand in a ray of sunlight. The other three stood behind him as he turned back to face them and smiled softly. He closed his eyes and looked up to the sky. Focusing on the new Holy magic in his body, he felt the white glow flow over his body. He called on the full ability and felt the angel wings spread from his back, extending out to their full wingtips. 138
Solaria gasped and Raynor looked stunned, while the King observed silently. The feathered wings folded behind him and he felt his clothing change, the material becoming white and virtually weightless on his body, the breastplate shining with pure silver mythril and the shortened sleeves of his tunic exposing the dragons adorning his arms. His sword belts lost even more of their weight and he opened his eyes to gaze down at the three observers. Raynor was silent, trying to process exactly what had happened, because while the normal wing transformations left his body unchanged, this had changed everything on him. Solaria walked forward slowly and extended a slightly quavering hand to touch him, to make sure he was real. He smiled softly and extended the wings to wrap around her, holding her as though with two pairs of arms. She gazed at his face with awe, trying to process exactly what he had become.139
King Tobias walked forward and extended his arms, pulling the young knight into a trademark embrace. Darcion grinned and returned the embrace, showing just how much muscle he could match the King for. The King reached out and touched the wings, feeling the delicate but strong feathers, and awe written on his face. Raynor finally moved in jerky steps in a line towards Darcion and extended a hand, Darcion grinning and taking him into a warrior’s embrace, arm to arm. Then without warning he pulled the wings to his body and dove backwards off the balcony, a gasp of despair coming from Solaria and both King and Raynor attempting to grab hold. He slipped through their grasp and fell, spreading his wings at the last moment and pumping back upward to hover before the balcony, Solaria glowering at him playfully for scaring her. 140
Darcion laughed lightly and pumped the shimmering white wings, people gathering below because they thought they were seeing an angel. 141
Grinning, he pumped his wings and flew high into the sky, sun glinting off his armor, making him hard to see without squinting. He laughed and flew faster and faster, spinning and twirling through the air with an ease he never had known he had. He flew down and landed on the balcony once again, folding his wings and stepping down from the elevated portion. Solaria was gazing in awe, Raynor was slightly envious and King Tobias was thoughtful, waving thoughts away with a hand. All three were amazed at his new power and abilities. Solaria found herself mostly gazing at the powerful aura of strength and purity that seemed to pulse from him, the white tunic glimmering faintly in the dim light. She latched onto his arm and whispered in his ear, and he laughed slightly then nodded. King Tobias stepped forward and asked how much closer this brought him to attaining the goal of Darsantris, and that he wished to help however he could. 142
Darcion shrugged and answered that he was not sure because it had only happened once before so there was no record of exactly what it took. He thanked the King and started to walk out with Solaria when Raynor ran over and grinned, walking alongside the two and walking with a determination to his step. They walked out of the chambers and down to the courtyard, Raynor’s smirk of expectation and Darcion’s smile showed that a battle was brewing. Raynor was glowing before they even stepped outside, his highest-level armor, shield pulled from his back and sword in hand. Darcion let go of Solaria’s arm and stood at one side of the courtyard, facing off with the glowing Raynor. 143
He spread his wings and drew his own swords and grinning at the shimmering White Knight. Darcion lifted off the ground slightly, and flew towards Raynor, wings making his speed even greater, swords clashing together with a flash of Holy energy. Darcion spun and smacked Raynor with a wing, then twisted his blades to come from different directions, Raynor just barely dodging them and throwing a counterattack into the fray. King Tobias watched the two most powerful knights in the Three Kingdoms duel, Holy powers clashing against each other for dominance. Raynor’s pride in his power was fueling his blows, pushing himself to his limits and more, astounding Darcion with his speed and power, feeling his arms straining against his blows. 144
Darcion flew up and swooped at Raynor, swinging his blades in concert, spinning as he dove, creating a drill like motion that couldn’t be easily blocked. Raynor held up his one shield and let out a yell, a spike of holy power extended from it to Darcion and keeping him from moving forward. Darcion folded his wings and dropped to the ground, folding them quietly. Raynor stared at Darcion with determination covering his face, no trace of joking anywhere. 145
Darcion realized then how much this fight was really determining, who was stronger. Darcion swung his swords together, holding them hilt-to-hilt and they fused at the ends, creating one long twin bladed sword. Darcion swung the new weapon in his hands, learning the weight and balance of it. Raynor stared blankly for a moment then focused again, jumping at Darcion and thrusting with his sword, and knowing he was in trouble moments after feeling his sword pass through empty air. He spun and put his shield over his head, making a defensive maneuver as he heard the movement of Darcion’s wings from above. 146
Darcion spun the new sword and smashed against Raynor’s shield several times before pulling back and spinning down at his exposed side. Raynor twisted and swung Darcion’s sword down into the slightly muddy ground using his own sword as a counter balance. Darcion twisted the long hilt and spun the sword, bringing second blade up at Raynor’s leg, almost catching him in the upper shin, but there wasn’t enough momentum and the blade glanced off of Raynor’s holy armor. 147
He jumped back and spun his twin bladed weapon in both hands, becoming a blur as it spun faster and faster, then lunging forward to attack, blades twisting and slicing the air. Raynor held up his shield to call up the Holy spike again, but Darcion dodged to the side and up, flying over behind Raynor and landing with his twin blade ready to swing at Raynor’s exposed back as the Holy Knight struggled to pull back the spike and turn at Darcion, and barely succeeded, his shield stopping Darcion moments before he would have lost. Darcion glared momentarily in disappointment, then grinned at his friend and promptly disappeared from Raynor’s vision with a pump of his glimmering wings. 148
Raynor was tiring; Darcion’s speed was difficult to follow at times and the use of the two spikes had drained both fighters considerably. Darcion slid back from Raynor and attacked again, wings flaring with his attacks and helping him add that extra power to his slashes. Raynor shifted his weight strategically; catching Darcion’s attacks in the places he could balance the best, but he was running out of energy faster than usual from the strain of keeping up his Holy Armor from the furious assault and attack as well. Raynor jumped into the air and swung down powerfully, his sudden offensive catching Darcion momentarily off guard and allowing Raynor to get a precious few seconds to build a charge of holy energy to paralyze Darcion with. 149
Darcion swiveled upwards and swung his sword apart, returning to the two separate swords and then shifting the twin swords into an X, then covered his body with his wings, the blast building in Raynor’s swords and flying down at Darcion with furious speed. The blast hit the wings and dissipated, the swords and wings creating a barrier that the magic wasn’t strong enough to break. Darcion then jumped at Raynor’s still floating vantage point and swinging his glowing blades in unison, different directions difficult to block for poor Raynor, as the twin blades connected in various places along his body, the holy armor flickering then fading as Raynor fell slowly to earth, the mud cushioning his fall somewhat.150
Darcion sagged from the strenuous fight and the wings disappeared, Darcion’s energy virtually gone from the intense swordplay. Solaria ran to Darcion and put and arm around him, and once she knew he was ok, ran to Raynor’s form, lying quietly in the still muddy earth where he had fallen. Darcion stepped forward haltingly, trying to overcome his lead filled legs, dragging his boots along the ground, weapons abandoned to the mud from his exhausted arms. He fell to his knees next to Raynor and lifted Raynor’s shoulders, propping the Holy Knight up against him. Solaria reached behind her back and pulled out a small kit, containing a magic salve that she quickly applied to both the beaten warriors. Raynor’s eyes fluttered open and he grin slightly.151
“Guess you one my friend,” he coughed softly, “Someday Darcion…someday I’ll beat you at this game of ours and it’ll be you laying in the dirt from knock-out.”152
Darcion nodded gently, “I’m sure I will Raynor, I can certainly guess you wont give up your quest to win, so I won’t let you down.”153
Raynor’s eyes closed again and he fainted, body dropping against Darcion’s side, and Darcion smiled softly up at Solaria. Her eyes were smiling back, even if her face showed concern. Darcion stood slowly on his shaky legs and walked with Raynor back to his quarters, dropping his form on the bed and signaling the Healing Mage to enter. She went right to work administering care, and Darcion smiled and found his legs starting to gain back most of their balance. He strode out slowly and slid an arm around Solaria’s waist, leaning down and kissing her softly. 154
She smiled silently at him and they walked back to their room, Darcion falling asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow. Solaria smiled and brushed his long bangs back from his face, gently taking a wet rag to his slightly muddy face and cleaning it. There was a knock at the door and she got up softly, opening it to take the bundle that contained Darcion’s swords from where he had dropped them. She quietly removed Darcion’s swordbelt and sheathed his blades, placing them at the side of the bed, and then sliding into bed next to him. She lightly ran a hand across his face, and smiled as his mouth twitched into a sleeping smile. Draping an arm across his sleeping form, Solaria closed her eyes and rested against Darcion’s chest, smiling softly to herself.155
Darcion slept peacefully and awoke rested the next morning, arms having moved to hold Solaria tightly in her sleep, and he kisses her forehead gently. Her eyes opened slowly and she smiled at him. They dressed like they did everyday and exited their room, arms locked together. Solaria walked with her head resting against Darcion's shoulder and they smiled softly at each other, then walked to Raynor’s room. They pushed open the door and found him sitting silently on the floor, on his knees deep in prayer. Darcion’s eyes widened and they shut the door as silently as they could and Darcion explained that Raynor was speaking to the Heavens, that he wished to become a envoy for them, not unlike Darcion had. She nodded with wide eyes and the two walked slowly to the kitchens to eat together and await Raynor’s emergence from his chambers. 156
They did not wait long as he came within ten minutes of their own arrival in the dining area. He looked tired, and rightfully so after the previous night’s duel. He saw Darcion and smiled widely, coming over and extending his arm warmly, his eyes telling Darcion that there were no ill feelings over his loss. He sat at the bench and helped himself to some eggs and ham, then left almost as fast as he had come. Darcion scratched his head lightly and Solaria laughed at his perplexed face, then kissed his softly on the cheek and said goodbye until later. He smiled to himself and stood, ready to face the day. Then a messenger ran in from the Bailey screaming for Sir Darcion. Darcion felt a chill run over him and he grabbed the messenger by the arm, asking immediately what had happened.157
“S-S-Sir D-Darcion! Sir Felix’s castle has been attacked! He sends request for you to come and help protect his people, posthaste! I left with mage fire blackening the walls and homes! Please Sir Darcion!”158
Darcion nodded silently, walked out the door and threw himself from the castle walls, eliciting gasps from observers, and spread the angel wings from his back, the white clothing gleaming almost gold in the sunlight. He pumped mightily the angel wings pushed him faster than he had ever flown before, swords glowing before he could even touch them. His wings left a glowing trail in the air behind him, a testament to his rapid journey. As he flew over the forests, trees passing faster than he could see, he tried to grasp what he knew of the situation, that Mages and warriors had attacked Felix, and they would not win…not if he had anything to put into the fight. His wings were a blur, the landscape slipping under him like a river of green, and he could see the smoke rising from the castle. He continued his incredible pace until he was directly over the castle, and saw immediately who was behind the large part of the battle. 159
Samurai swordsmen…hundreds of Samurai moving faster than most humans could see attacking the poor men at arms defending the castle. Darcion folded his wings and dropped to the ground, swords flashing in his hands before he hit the ground. He immediately found himself fighting four of the incredible fighters at once, his blades spinning and parrying blow after blow, then he found and opening and sliced two of the Samurai open, blood spilling down the blades. They fell and Darcion swiftly finished the other two with his incredible movements, seeing the shock in their eyes at his speed surpassing theirs. The slain Samurai fell around him, his breathing not heavy as of yet, but he glared with eyes glowing pure white. 160
The men at arms gathered behind him, his winged form a rallying block that they would die for. The Samurai retreated several steps and opened a path between them to lead Darcion, who would represent the Human Castle’s warrior, to their lead Samurai that he would fight. Darcion saw Felix staring down at him, fear and confidence mixing in his eyes. He smiled gently and walked down the row of Samurai to their Warlord. Darcion bowed gently to the fighter, knowing that this was a duel of honor, that the champion’s fight would determine the fate of Felix and his land. The Samurai returned the bow and stepped forward.161
“What is your name, oh Champion of this castle that defeats my Samurai with such ease? I am Torotama, Warlord of the Dragon Samurai sect.”162
“I am Darcion Drakwind, Dragoon Knight of this Kingdom. I agree to face you in a duel of honor.”163
The two warriors nodded, the Samurai soldiers all around sitting down softly and watching the fight unfold before them. Torotama slid liquidly to his stance; hand on hilt, katana still in sheath, and awaited Darcion’s move. Darcion smiled softly, folded his wings behind him and drew his twin claymores, both glowing softly with the holy magic in them. Torotama’s eyes took in every detail of the young warrior, and he knew that he needed to be careful; the aura the Dragoon gave off was startling and pulsing with energy. 164
Darcion glared with his irisless eyes and pointed one blade at Torotama, proclaiming his challenge and sliding forward forcefully to thrust at the Samurai, who dodged easily to the side and used a draw out technique to attack Darcion's flank. Darcion grinned as he had shifted his second claymore in preparation for such a move and caught the Samurai’s blade. Both warriors nodded and jumped back, weapons sliding to defensive stances. The Samurai was from a more aggressive sect, and he loved offense so charged Darcion, sword drawn back and to the left to prepare a combination of attacks. Darcion spread he angel wings and lifted off the ground slightly, swords spinning in his hands then set at his defense. 165
Torotama rushed, jumped and seemed to teleport, but Darcion grinned, then pumped upwards with his wings and let the Samurai pass through the air he had left empty below him, then swooped down to attack the exposed back of the warrior, but was amazed to find the warrior had spun in mid air and actually met his twin blades with his one katana, grinning with the cleverness of both fighters. They slowly fell to the ground, feet touching down at the same time, blades still clashing with equal strength. 166
Darcion laughed lightly and drew back one blade, shifting his other one to hold back the single one of Torotama, then called on fire energy in one sword, and ice energy in the other, then pushed both against Torotama’s sword, watching as the Samurai’s eyes widened as fire crept up one half of his sword, ice along the other. Torotama pushed at Darcion then used that momentum to throw himself back, glaring at his burned hand and cold fingers. Then he grinned.167
“So there is more to you than just those pretty wings and white clothes you wear warrior Darcion, I see that you hide powers I do not possess…but you do not possess this power!” Torotama reached down to his empty sheath and summoned a second shadow sword that fought for him without needing his hands to direct it.168
Darcion raised one eyebrow lightly, not taking this serious enough, then held up his twin claymores. He summoned more Holy energy from his body and his blades glowed pure white, the metal becoming totally colorless, save for the white energy that pulsed through them. The shadow sword remained and Darcion thought quickly, swiftly realizing that this was not a black magic sword like before, and would not be negated by Holy Magic. He reprimanded himself, then narrowed his eyes and flapped his wings angrily. This elicited a grin from the Samurai and then he ran forward, shadow katana floating next to him and attacked, swords whirling and sparks flying as the four blades crashed together. 169
Darcion and Torotama’s faces came inches apart as their blades strained against each other, grins from the excitement of battle written on both combatants’ faces. Darcion almost laughed from his excitement, blood pumping and heart racing. He jumped back then pushed off the ground and pumped his wings, flying back at Torotama before the Samurai regained his balance, pushing his shoulder against the fighter, knocking him to the ground outside their circle, but then he came swinging back in, having dug his blade into the ground to use that momentum to fling himself back into the ring. Darcion grinned and flew at him again, blades flashing in the sunlight. Blades clashed, the shadow katana glancing off and swinging back from the force then crashing back into Darcion’s claymores, sparks jumping from the connection. 170
Darcion’s eyes shifted to the ledge where Sir Felix watched the match from high above, and watched in shock as the Knight’s face contorted and pain wrenched his features, a ninja’s katana protruding from his chest. Felix’s eyes were filled with pain and sadness, showing all that was in his heart as he slumped to the ground. The ninja behind him wiped his blade and jumped away, leaving the Knight dying. Darcion sagged, his hands releasing his blades to the ground, the aura of energy disappearing in moments. 171
Torotama jumped back in surprise and caution, then noticed where Darcion’s eyes and face were locked. He saw the ninja’s path through the trees and glared after him, then sheathed his katana, shadow katana disappearing into the air. The eyes of every warrior on the field followed Darcion’s, as his mouth moved in a constant silent “no”, over and over again. The human men at arms ran to the castle as well, to help their Knight, the Samurai warriors standing and watching with respect for a fallen warrior. 172
Darcion fell to his knees, hands covering his face, tears pooling over his palms and falling to the ground. Then he stood up suddenly, eyes burning with hatred and rage. His swords flew through the air to land in his open hands, swinging and sheathing in half a second. His eyes were glowing brighter than the sun, and he closed them, light still visible behind his eyelids. His voice screamed to the fading light.173
“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! NO! FELIX!!!!!! NO!!” he fell to his knees again, and pounded the ground, smashing it and breaking the ground under his fist into pieces, “WHY!? IVE LOST ONE FATHER ALREADY! ISN’T THAT ENOUGH! WHY?! NO! NO!!!”174
Darcion stood slowly, back to Torotama. His head sagged to his chest, and his arms at his side. He turned to face the Samurai warlord. He looked up slowly, and his eyes almost blinded the warrior with the light coming from them. His wings unfurled violently, his aura appearing to explode around his body. He lifted into the air with a violent pump of his wings, and immediately a light came pouring from every part of his body; arms shifting all over the field to shield eyes. The light slowly faded, revealing a changed form. 175
Darcion’s entire forward body was covered in silver armor, gleaming like the sun, white robes shining from his back. His swords were strapped to his back, his wings extending out twelve feet on both sides. His hair was longer, reaching past his shoulders onto his armor and shining the same silver as his eyes, platinum blond from his transformation. His eyes burned with intensity, seeming to pierce the hearts of all they focused on. Torotama bowed to the transformed Darcion and motioned to his soldiers that it was leave, knowing that otherwise the floating Dragoon would slaughter them all in his grief. 176
Darcion pumped his new wings in the direction the ninja took, following the energy aura the assassin had taken. His new eyes could see the energy of every person that carried magic within them, the Ninja’s path glowing like an arrow in his mind. He flew over the clearing where the ninja stood with one other in their black robes and he dropped like a stone. He fell to the ground next to them and drew his claymores, now practically weightless in his hands. He swung once and cut down both before they could react to his presence, once slice of his magic swords passing through both members of the shadow sect. 177
His eyes focused on returning to the castle and he grabbed the bodies of the two ninja, vaporizing them with his hands. He pumped hard and reached the castle in less than a minute, landing silently next to Sir Felix where he still laid on the castle roof. Felix looked up at Darcion and reached out a single quivering hand. Darcion knew that there was no hope, the wound was poisoned, his fate had been sealed. He took the shaking hand and knelt beside the dying man, tears starting to form in his silver eyes. 178
“Darcion, thank you for saving my castle…and my people. Thank you for being, for being my son…for being the child I could never have had otherwise. You have filled my life with joy, and I am…I am now leaving this world…I am sorry, my son,” Sir Felix coughed once, some blood spurting from his open wound.179
Darcion felt his legs give way and he reached out to the knight, embracing him for the first time as a father, holding him for the first time as the role he never let him be. He cried silently, tears running down his glowing face. Sir Felix reached his lead filled arms and wrapped them around the boy that had become his song, and smiled softly, slowly feeling his mind fall asleep, and he let go, knowing all was done, and he had done all he could, he was in the hands of the Lord that is in the Heavens. Darcion gently released the Knight, putting his sword in his hands and folding his shield atop them, the position of honor to be laid to rest. 180
Darcion picked up Sir Felix’s form and walked down the stairs, Lady Armina sitting at the bottom of the stairs crying, face puffy from tears and grief. Darcion walked on, lighting the corridors with his radiant sight, those people that saw his procession swore that an angel had come to take Sir Felix up into the heavens. Darcion carried him down to the bailey, where he put his still form on a humble cart overlooking the entire village. He then fell, his legs once again giving out on him, tears flowing down his face in a river, flowing down into he dry dirt at his feet. 181
The villagers gathered around the cart to say goodbye to their beloved Knight, paying respects to the leader that had brought them through numerous hard times. Darcion stood, wings flaring in the fading sunlight, cape billowing around them and arms crossed over his chest. He lifted up and flew to his home castle, light trailing behind him. His huge wings flew effortlessly, sweeping through the air with grace and speed. The castle came into view and he landed in the bailey, walking up to the castle and pushing the keep’s doors open. His pace was swift as he walked through the halls, several guards almost stopping him before they got a good look at just who it was. Darcion pushed the Throne room doors open and knelt before King Tobias.182
“King Tobias…I bring word of the death of Sir Felix, proud leader of Castle Warceth. He was assassinated by a Ninja while I dueled the Warlord of the Dragon Samurai, Torotama. He was struck from behind and died peacefully. The Dragon clan retreated after his assassination, clearly not the target of the attack was not to kill Felix but to take the castle.”183
Tobias was stunned; one of his best knights had been killed in such a dishonorable manner and such a sudden way. At first he had not recognized the Knight that entered his room, until he saw the wings and heard the voice. The hair was so deceiving, with its length and color, he appeared as though a different person. Darcion stood and attempted to revert to his normal self, but only the wings went away, his hair unchanging. 184
He touched the silvery locks, almost pure white and bowed, leaving the room swiftly. Darcion's steps echoed faintly against the stone and he knocked on his quarters to see if Solaria was in. The door opened immediately, Solaria throwing herself up Darcion, wrapping her arms around him. She looked up and saw his new hair and jumped back for a moment, startled by the change. 185
She saw the grief in his eyes and hurried him inside, sitting him on the bed as he told her all that had transpired. She cried and held him as he sagged weakly against their bed, his face showing all the brokenness he felt, how torn he was inside. He had lost another father, for the second time in his life that part of his life was gone, ripped away by tragedy. Raynor burst into the room and jerked in shock at Darcion’s appearance, then ran in and asked what had happened. His eyes were wide with wonder and many questions, the least of which Darcion's hair and armor that covered his body, the white robes adorning his frame, glowing faintly in the candle light. 186
Darcion looked up at him, eyes shining with his tears, and told him of what had occurred at Warecth castle just two hours ago. Raynor listened with shock written on his face, then sadness and grief because of how much he had liked Sir Felix. He sat next to Darcion on the bed and patted his back gently, head sagging and face showing his pain for his friend. He stood shakily and left the room, walking to the roof and the night sky, sitting with a heavy thud because of his armor and sank to the stone roof. Raynor stared up into the stars and cried out in his soul for his friend, his brother in arms. He felt himself slipping into slumber from his exhaustion and lay down peacefully under the stars, closing his eyes and falling asleep.187
His mind was clear, even in dreaming, and his memories of his battles with Darcion, most recently the clash of their holy powers, and the outcomes had always seemed incomplete. And yet…it always seemed that their duels had a ending that opened some door inside themselves, allowing the next step to come to pass. Darcion had unleashed Raynor’s strongest power, and he had not given up on regaining control of that again, and Darcion always seemed to advance his power simply by fighting with him. 188
As his dream mind continued to ponder the strange coincidences that always followed the results of their fights, suddenly he realized he was not alone in his dream, but before him stood the angel that had greeted him long ago the night he first learned of his powers. He stood with an air of ease around him, white robes shining and wings folded behind his back. He smiled softly at Raynor and began to walk, looking at the memories of the past fights where the two clashed, battles never truly ended. His walk was slow and he watched each fight to its conclusion, then turned to face Raynor.189
“Raynor, Holy Knight and representative of the Holy Legions on earth. It sounds impressive, and for one as you, it is. You have earned you title, your purity of heart and honesty of life have earned that title and all the glory it can hold. I am here for one reason young Raynor, to unlock the True Holy inside you…you have proved your worthiness of the power that holds.”190
Raynor blanched, then stared at the angel extended a hand towards Raynor, intending to shake his arm, the grip of brothers in arms. Raynor reached out and met the angel’s arm, grasped tightly and felt a rush of energy along his arm. It spread over his body and lifted him lightly off the ground, the same reaction that had happened to Darcion in the field earlier today. He felt his body changing, his world morphing around him and he closed his eyes. His feet touched the ground and he opened them, seeing his body clothed in the same armor and robes Darcion had earlier. The angel nodded to Raynor and smiled gently.191
“Now Raynor True Holy Knight of the Holy Legions, you are at your strength. I have something of great importance to tell you, about your friend Darcion. He has gained his ultimate power today, the power of Darsantris. He has been changed forever, his purity of heart and virtue earning him that power. You and he are now the strongest Holy powers on Taramanth, and the time is coming when things will no longer be simple for your lives. There will be great struggles ahead for both your lives, for Batrinous is stirring from his seal. Soon the world will be at war again, and this time there are far greater armies to war with each other. Time will soon come young Raynor that you and Darcion will fight side by side against Batrinous and his Bane magic. Prepare yourself Raynor, as the future will be more difficult than you can imagine.”192
Raynor nodded silently and felt himself slipping into deep sleep, losing his control over the dream state. The angel waved and disappeared in a flash of light, then Raynor slipped away. In Darcion’s mind, he was sleeping fitfully, the scene of Felix and Phorin dying playing over and over again in his dream. Tears slipped from his sleeping eyes and he ran in his dream, not caring where. Without realizing it he came to the mountain and began to climb, moving farther and farther up towards the sleeping dragon, but he was unaware of his path. He continued higher and higher, eyes blinded by the tears memories of such pain brought him. 193
Eventually he came to the top of the mountain and he opened his eyes, looking up into the sleeping dragon’s face. The serene snout breathed slowly, lightly stirring the grasses before it, Darcion’s hand slowly reaching out to touch it, eyes clearing of their blurriness. His hand presses against the scaled triangle head, resting it between the nostrils, the eyes on the dragon opening at the first touch of a fingertip. His giant silver eyes glared at Darcion, slit pupils seeming to pierce his soul, to explore every part of him with just a look. Darcion looked up and met that gaze with his own, two sets of silver eyes staring back with equal intensity.194
Then the dragon blinked and pulled back its head. It stretched its six massive feathered wings and raised its neck to the sky. Opening its mouth to the sky above it, a roar pulsed from its jaws, followed by a shining shaft of light that reached up into the sky. The dragon slowly closed its mouth and looked down to Darcion, eyes showing respect and acceptance, then the dragon began to shine, the light surrounding it and becoming a small orb. Darcion reached out and touched the floating ball, then held it in both hands and pulled it to his chest, the orb sliding inside of him and filling his body with a rush of heat and energy, making him fall to his knees and into the true dreamless sleep that was rare.195
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