One Shot: Of Friendship, Of Loss IV

  Kumav let the tears fall from her eyes as she rushed to the scene. The horse collapse and she continued on foot as quick as she possibly could. Laid against a shield she didn’t recognize and ordering the guards not to fire. A horse ran wild as the guard tried to disobey. Running to her side was Umvi, a wolf she knew well, who eyed her necklace and gave a tail full of joy as she ran alongside her. Running at the dragon and rolling to avoid his fire she continued this process until she could jump onto his back. Doing so, she held his neck and cried.

  “Mahal Kita!” She shouted. “Pinagsisisihan!” She repeated. Slamming his tail into her rib cage, she cringed. Roaring and screeching, the dragon spewed fire in the air in anger. In agony, Kumav felt her grip loosen sending her flying in the next hit.

  Running to her side Umvi growled and barked at the dragon. Taking a step forward, the dragon bared his teeth. Seeing an opening, Gashvon retrieved his sword and unsheathed it.

  “Hindî!” She shouted and forced herself to drag her body on the opposite side of her injury. She had at least two ribs broken but she wasn’t going to lose him. She already lost one companion, she couldn’t lose another, especially to the one she lost.

  In desperation, Kumav reached out but let out a cough and clenched her hand into a fist. The pain in her right side wouldn’t let her go on. Instead, Umvi darted at her master, ramming herself him into his arm to release the sword. Spotting them, the dragon unhinged his jaw and sucked in a breath.

  “Maligaya!” Kumav yelled. “Mangyaring, hindî.” She said, this time softer and with a hint of pain.

  Using her as a distraction, Gashvon grabbed Umvi and rolled away, grabbing his sword in the process. In seeing this Umvi bit down on the hilt and tore it out of his grasp, running towards Kumav in rebellion. Cursing under his breath, Gashvon ran out of distance and held a guard’s shield in place. He could always count on his wolf companion until it came to her. It was always her. She always took that woman’s side and he never understood it. He hissed, if she loved the woman so much why not be her companion instead of his? Eyes lighting up, Gashvon dropped the shield. That was it, she couldn’t tame the dragon, he had to do it.

  Looking over at his wolf companion he watched as she nuzzled Kumav in assurance. The short breaths that Kumav took indicated that her injury could be fatal if he didn’t hurry. His heart twisted. He couldn’t lose her. If he did, he wouldn’t know how the dragon would react to him next. Sternly, he made eye contact with the dragon. Forcing down his aggravation and reluctance, he made his steps a rhythm. A rhythm he remembered when he first encountered the dragon.

  It was the path she had taken. Although he knew that the feeling between the two would not be the same, he still held her in his heart and that was enough to get the dragon’s attention. Only he could save the dragon now. All the fear he had gone through the first time the two met was gone. The battles that they lead in the war together, even though the two were not directly in contact, held fast in his heart. His gaze was real, the dragon was mesmerizing.

  Through her eyes, he could see. He never appreciated the dragon from what it really was. The golden scales gleamed and the dragon’s red eyes were realized to be a red orange. Not that it mattered to him, but it matter to her. The strong connection between the two was remarkable. He could understand why she tried as persistent as she did to defy him when it came to this dragon, because it was her dragon.

  Umvi’s rebellion was clear, the wolf knew and that’s why it went to the level of hostility to stop him from interfering the first time and even now, Gashvon smiled. When he found his wolf he knew he’d never live another day without her being at her side. It was abrupt for Kumav at first but she grew to like the wolf fast and the two became good friends, even when he went to the castle after the war.

  He didn’t realize how much love and compassion had passed between the dragon and Kumav. Almost as much if not more than what they had given each other except in different ways. Gashvon felt his strength return and all his worries wash away. Standing snout to nose, the dragon looked into Gashvon’s eyes and was reminded of the companionship.

  As he remembered the first time, Gashvno didn’t want to see it twice, but then again, it was necessary. Seeing the eyes of the dragon’s locked with his he took a step back, and the dragon followed. Taking a step to the side, the dragon followed. The guards watched in astonishment, Kuva gave a small laugh and held Umvi in comfort, almost completely forgetting about her pain.

  Stepping in, Gashvon took his hand to the dragon’s snout and slid it to the side. “Kaibigan.” He said sternly, almost reverting back to his old self. Feeling the fear crawl up in side of him he took the change to close his eyes.

  “Maligaya.” He said calmly, the snout of the dragon touched his face. “Kaibigan.” He said again.

  He never imagined himself speaking his native tongue to a dragon but Kumav did it so often that he didn’t doubt for a moment that the dragon understood the words and recognized his name.

  “Maligaya, Kaibigan.” He said at a rhythmic repeat. Feeling assured, Gashvon opened his eyes again and faced the dragon. Looking back at him were amazed eyes. Gashvon and Maligaya were never close, Gashvon was only close to Kumav and Umvi. Umvi made good friends with the dragon and Kumav got along perfectly with his wolf but he had never attempted to reach out the creature.

  Letting out a sigh, Gashvon smiled. “Maligaya?” He asked.

  A silent stare looked back at him. “…Kaibigan?” He questioned again.

  The dragon’s eyes lit up, giving a nod. Gashvon smiled but was quickly distracted by the cry of pain.

  Kumav let out a slow breath and looked at the dragon with a sly grin. Eye’s in alarm the dragon flew to her side with an abrupt rumble of a landing and touched his snout her hand giving a small nod to Umvi. Licking his snout, Umvi ran to her companion who caught her in his arms and set her down. Walking to Kumav, he shouted at the guards to get her medical treatment and for another apple for the horse, then to return it to its owner. In defiance, the horse ran from the guards and joined Gashvon’s side. Smiling, he ran his hand through the horses mane as it trotted next to him.

  Kumav held the dragon’s snout, rubbing her face against it and crying tears of job Kissing its snout, the dragon swung its head back, rolling her over. Giving a screech, Gashvon attended Kumav, putting her in a position she could withstand and then tended the dragon.

  “Maligaya.” He said with a stern command. The Dragon roared and thrashed. She had to tame him again, Gashvon realized and looked glanced back at her to see if she could make the hold. Raising an eyebrow, he looked down at the paw print necklace around her neck. Looking at Umvi, he narrowed his eyes. In response she gave a delightful bark and then tore it off of Kumav’s neck to hand to him. Still looking at it in surprise, Maligaya clawed the ground to try and step away from Kumav and his new friend. Noticing, Gashvon took a step forward.

  The dragon had to be tames. This was the only way. Reaching out with the necklace Gashvon forced himself to avoid the tail swatting and the claw snatching. Reaching the dragon’s neck, Gashvon touched the necklace to the dragon’s chest and hoped that it would be enough to sooth the creature.

  Sure enough, the brown marks burned back into place, this time, they burned a black, and then a white, and then back to brown. Taking a step back, Gashvon was greeted with a friendly puff of steam and a tail swat.

  Gashvon grinned. “Kaibigan.” He nodded and the dragon nodded too. In the distance, Kumav was being carried with delicate attention into the castle. Before she entered, the dragon touched his snout to her cheek and then faced Gashvon Nudging him, he lowered.

  Gashvon looked at the dragon in amusement and fear. He didn’t find a dragon companion for a reason. He didn’t find anything flying for a reason. He wouldn’t have controlled who his companion would have been anyway but this was a challenge far more than he had ever been offered in his life. Gashvon stepped away and the horse nudged him towards the dragon, cheerfully, Umvi barked and he glared. If anyone knew about his fear of heights it was his wolf companion and Kumav. Kumav never forced him to get to know the dragon.

  She knew that he was afraid of height and accepted it. Although, she did joke and tell him that the only way to get rid of a fear was face it. Gashvon narrowed his eyes at the dragon, the dragon was practically bowing at his feet. It was an honor to be a rider. But he had no such honor.

  Aggravated, Umvi snapped at Gashvon’s pant leg and began to drag him towards the back of the dragon. Gashvon hated heights. That’s why he was more than happy to lead the army on foot not in the skies. Kumav did a fine job in the skies as the only dragon rider with other mythical creatures following in her lead. He did fine with the mortals, horses, wolf, and land creatures.

  Ramming her head into his leg, Umvi barked happily and Gashvon held his breath as Maligaya lifted his tail to set him on his back. Being the distance off the ground already made him cringe. Even if he was a dragon rider, he’d at least get a saddle but the only dragon rider he had known of was Kumav and she didn’t believe in safety. If she fell, Maligaya would catch her but she never fell. She was also not afraid of heights. Gashvon hissed. He couldn’t come to believe that Kumav was afraid of anything. She faced a dragon, a war, stood in between his army and him to protect him and defy him, multiple times. She’d do anything as long as it meant putting herself in the line of fire and that’s why he couldn’t be around her anymore.

  She was everything he wasn’t. All except a leader. They both were able to lead but when came to battle cries and persuasion he’d fear his army into battle and she would fight alongside them, ready to die for the cause. If the risk was too high, he would retreat. The higher the risk, the more power she had with her army.

  As Maligaya lifted off, Gashvon clutched the dragon’s neck. The dragon lifted off slower than it normally did but still felt too fast for Gashvon. Holding tight and squeezing his eyes shut, he felt a snap on his shoulder and he turned to face it, the dragon’s tail returned to the back and he grunted.

  He was defiantly not a flyer. Below, Gashvon could see Kumav, the horse, and his wolf. Kumav headed for the medical section of the castle and he wanted to follow but the dragon had other plans. Holding on tight he looked forward.

  Looking forward seemed to help him when he rode horses. To his surprise, it also helped as he rode Maligaya. Picking up speed, Gashvon’s eyes widened. He was not ready for any tricks that he saw Kumav and her winged companion did in the past. Taking him past the castle, the dragon took him down to another cave that was far from both the castle and the village. As they came closer to the stop, Gashvon recognized the cave as Maliagya’s first settlement and followed the dragon inside. Once inside the cave, he dragon lead Gashvon down a deep route. Finally, Maligaya stopped and Gashvon came from behind the dragon to see what he was being shown. Gashvon gawked. Before him were thousands an thousands of massive eggs. No one had seen a dragon egg before, until him. Looking up at the dragon, he talked to him in the comfortable tongue that he had used for the past couple of years.

  “You left them?” He questioned and the dragon shook his head.

  Pointing to another side of the enormous room were different entrances. Gashvon turned to the dragon in amazement.

  “You protected them, now you protect us.”

  Maligaya nodded and wrapped his tail around Gashvon without warning, setting him back on his back. As the dragon exited the room, Gashvon could hear screeches and roars. Letting out a sigh, he grinned.

  “Salamat.” He said laying against the dragon’s neck.

  Swiping his tail, the dragon took the skies and this time, Gashvon didn’t fear the flight. 

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Mahal Kita - I love you Pinagsisisihan - I’m sorry Hindî - No Maligaya - Happy 

Mangyaring - Please Kaibigan - Friend  Salamat - (Shorter) Thanks 

(Feel free to correct my Tagalog lol) 

<—Prevous Part

One Shot: Of Friendship, Of Loss III

  Feeling the wind at the speed of the most agile horse in her home village felt unreal. It had been years since she had traveled on horse. Before she met Maligaya she was the most well-known rider across the lands. Now, she felt sick thinking about being this close to the ground. She missed the skies. She knew of no other dragon tamers. Pushing the horse this far would nearly kill it but she had to make it to the castle, otherwise, her companion might not be alive or worse, the people of the castle would be injured if she didn’t hurry. There was a worse scenario she could think of but she rather save her fear for only the most concerning. If Gashvon got involved there was no telling what would happen. Their distance would either make the dragon’s life or end it. Kumav spoke to the horse as calm as she had been all day. Her hands were still shaking but the horse understood and continued to push. If only there were another dragon riders… She thought and remember the first encounter she had with the dragon. He was hostile. Wild.

  At first, she had come to his den to slay him but as she approached she could see that there was more than a beast staring back at her. With an army behind her she held her hand up to tell them to stand down. Her followers remarked about her suicide but she ignored them. Taking a step forward, the dragon snarled and spewed fire in her direction. Looking at her army again, she told them to back away.

  Again, they looked at her talking about her suicide. Turning her back to the dragon she order them to stand down and back. She yelled at them to trust her and if not, take her sword back to the village to announce her death. She knew he’d be angry with her for this heinous act but something in her heart pulled her towards the creature. If anything, she’d kill it if she had to.

  With every step the dragon eyed her. It took all of the guard’s will to stand down but they did. Now in range of a deadly shot of fire, she met the dragons eyes and saw the women who he was guarding behind him. None of them had a scratch except for some dirt on their faces. Taking the risk, Kumav put her sword down and pointed to it in peace. Eyeing the woman and then the dragon she nodded to the women to go.

  None of them move. She sighed. Walking passed the dragon, she entered the dragon’s den and grabbed both of the women’s hands. Stepping over her sword she took them to her army and ordered them to continue to stay except for a few who would take the women home. Amused, the men did what was ordered and the rest tried to get a view of their leader.

  In warning, she told them to stay out of sight. Reluctantly they took more steps back and sat away from the scene. Reproaching the dragon, Kumav stood out of reach of her weapon. A spark inside her lit up in her heart as she stared into the creatures eyes. Watching her, Kumav told it that she was not planning on intruding again and wished it well. Turning her back, she stood, frozen as another dragon’s open jaw met her eyes.

  Hearing a screech from behind her, she ducked and rolled hoping that if she did have any fire on her that she would put it out. Grabbing her sword out of sheer instincts she dodged another attack and stabbed the dragon, sending her sword down its chest and bathing in its blood she listened to its screech and rolled out of the way of its fall.

  Facing the other dragon she met its keen eyes and turned away quick to join her army who was standing in bare view. Cheering for their leader’s bravery, she silenced them and lead them home. Among the army she could hear praise. Aggravated, she hushed them, holding her sword tight. She didn’t want to kill the dragon but it had attacked her and she reacted. Now that spark that had lit up inside her burned but with a different sense. She’d face him when she returned home, he’d bicker but she’d ignore him. She’d return the next day.

  As planned, she left early morning an hour before anyone would awake. Umvi approached her and she sighed, motioning for the wolf to stay. She growled but Kumav took the risk in showing the wolf the dragon’s blood. To her surprise, the wolf sniffed and looked up at her in concern pushing the piece of cloth towards her. Shaking her head, Kumav took her extra shield and her cleaned sword. Exiting the room, she sighed and set down her sword. She didn’t want the same scene to reenact. This time, she’d be ready to defend.

  The route to the cave took longer than she had remembered but within time she made and found the dragon sleeping at the entrance of the cave. A fire was lit in her surprise, she didn’t think dragon’s needed warmth since they were dragons. Amused, she approached the den her silent movements allowed her to sneak into the cave to see the fire. Laying there, with a blanket was a small child. Why the women didn’t mention something suspicious was beyond Kumav’s understanding but as the child tossed and turned in its sleep she searched her bag for any leftover food. She didn’t believe she would need it but she always carried in case. Quietly sitting next to the child, she took out a cloth and tied it around the child’s mouth. She knew if she woke the child she’d wake the dragon and that was a fight she didn’t come for. Lightly shaking the child, as expected, the child woke in fright. Holding him down, until he finally stopped the struggle, she put a finger to her lips and showed him the leftovers. His eyes lit up and she smiled. Untying the cloth, Kumav handed the child the bread and butter. In the drinking sac Kumav hoped she grabbed the one of milk and not of wine. Taking a test, she grinned as she found it to be milk and handed it to the child.

  Excited, the child gave a screech of delight. Wide eyed, Kumav hushed the child. However it was already too late. On its feet the dragon rose and faced Kumav. Taking her shield, she held it in front of the child and stood. Jaw cracking open, the dragon inhaled but as the shield fell to the side and revealed the child chewed in delight, the dragon’s mouth shut and it stepped forward.

  Searching for her sword, the dragon nodded at seeing only her shield and the bag. Nudging the child, the child grinned snuggled with the dragon’s snout. Amazed, she stepped towards the child. Glaring, the dragon snorted making the child laugh at the steam. Taking a step away, she looked at the extra blankets that belonged to the village, there were now empty basket of food stolen from weeks ago along with some other equipment. Facing the dragon, she smiled.

  Kumav knew not of the child’s name but she knew that he did not belong here. Holding her hands up she took a step. Watching her silently, the dragon followed as she took the child in her arms. Gesturing at the dragon a friendly remark she shook her head to deny any harm and did her best to explain to the dragon that the boy had to go home and didn’t belong in the cave.

  Understanding, the dragon gave a sad look and the child gave the dragon one last hug on the snout before Kumav and the boy exited the den. Giving her a nudge, Kumav smiled and reached out for the dragon’s snout, eyes turning hostile, Kumav turned to face the line of archers from the village and her companion with his wolf standing at the lead. Angrily she shouted as she pointed at the child. Eyes narrowing at her, Gashvon sent Umvi to retrieve the child who happily road on her back to take refuge behind her fearsome companion.

  Gashvon stood sternly and held his hand up to lower the arrows. Again, the army reluctantly obeyed. Growling at her, Gashvon ordered Kumav to return to them. Holding Kumav’s sword at his opposite side of where he kept his, Gashvon tossed the bulk of a sword to her ordering her to defend herself if she wasn’t going to join them.

  Sword landing in arms reach, Kumav’s eyes met Gashvon’s eyes. Turning away, Kumav smirked and faced the dragon. Fear held fast in his Gashvon’s eyes. He know of her recklessness but this was taking their emotional turmoil to a new level. Gesturing to her shield Kumav took a step and Gashvon cringed. Gashvon angry insulted Kumav but she contently took another step shouting to her army to do as they had last time. Eyeing their current superior they glanced at their leader and then at each other. As one of them nodded, the rest agreed and put their bows down then taking a step back, Gasvon watched as the whole army began to stand down and walk away from sight. Setting down the child with them, Umvi struggled to shake off the child’s grip but finally, one of the archers came to Umvi’s rescue to take the child. In gratitude, Umi bowed and turned on her heels to returned to her master’s side. Turning back to face Kumav, he watched as she reached out and touched the dragon’s snout again.

  Running her hand down his snout she held his gaze. Gashvon didn’t know if he felt more anger or annoyance from Umvi but the wolf touched her nose to his hand and he looked down to look into her eyes. Sitting and wagging her tail she gave a bark only he could hear and gestured towards the dragon and Kumav. Sighing, he sat as well and put his arm around his wolf, receiving a joyful lick and a snuggle.

  Before him, the dragon stood. Kumav and the dragon stood snout to nose as if both were in a trace. Taking her hand to the side of his snout, Kumav took a step back and the dragon followed. Taking a step sideways, the dragon followed. Grinning, Kumav took a step in the dragon took a step over her wrapping her up in his tail, causing her companion alarm.

  Holding Gashvon down, Umvi put all her weight on her companion. Holding Umvi’s jaw in his hands and looking down her snout Gashvon shook his head and sighed to turning back to Kumav and the dragon. Laughing cheerfully, Kumav played along with the dragon as he threw her up and caught her. Giving an aggravated pout, Gasvon ran his hand through Umvi’s fur to distract himself from the what could turn deadly scene.

  Throwing her up in excitement, the dragon roared in pain making the cave shake. Holding him down, Gashvon glared at Umvi as he was forced to watch Kumav fall to the floor of the cave and rolling out of the way of the dragon’s outburst. Shaking, she watched as the dragon trashed about. Shaking her head, Kumav rolled to the side of the cave and used it to help herself up. Getting up, she pushed herself off the side of the cave to reach out to the dragon. Fear on the utmost level, Gashvon shoved Kumav off of his lap and received a tackle. Laying on his back Umvi growled and forced him to watch as Kumav touched the dragon’s side to calm it.

  In doing so, the dragon roared. Burning into its scales were brown lines, ones that didn’t seem to have a pattern at first but as they finished and smoked, Gashvon could see the skeleton track of the dragon. Amazed, he rolled over Umvi, making her yelp and watched as she jump on him happily. Giving her a good embrace he thanked her then shook his head in amusement. There were no dragon tamers in their lands to know one of the first since the war before their time was phenomenal. From then on, he took his companion’s worth to a new level, one that exceeded the skies. 

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Maligaya - Happy 

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One Shot: Of Frienship, Of Loss II

  She slashed away at the goblin’s body, even though it was dead she was angry. Maligaya stood back as a result. Heavily breathing, Kumav looked over at her dragon. In seeing his reaction, she let her sword clatter to the ground and turned away from the overkilled goblin. There were many goblins that she could have killed with that anger of hers but they ran and Maligaya didn’t bother to chase. He was more concerned for his friend then some goblins who knew their fate.

  Aggrivated, Kumav shouted at Maligaya for not going after them. Shaking his head he approached her. Flipping the goblin over with his claw he met her eyes. Kumav growled kicking the dead goblin and then reaching for her sword. In amusement, she watched as Maligaya placed his claw over it and put himself between her and her sword.

  Kumav glared. “Magbago.” She said sternly.

  The dragon took back his claw, making the sword slide under him. Checking the position of the sword, he laid down with an abrupt shockwave, making her lose balance as she stared at him in amusement.

  “Maligaya?”! She growled.

  Maligaya shook his head and flipped over the dead goblin again, this time towards her.

  Kumav rolled her eyes. She had overkilled a goblin. And? That didn’t explain why Maligaya was acting this way. Around her neck as a necklace made of leather. She had punctured a hole in the box that had appeared the morning Maligaya had taken her to his den after she had fallen asleep. She liked to remember that the wolf of his was there even though he would never be.

  Pointing his snout at the necklace, Maligaya watched as travelers came to aid Kumav. As they approached, their weapons were sheathed and they nodded at the dragon in gratitude as they saw his burn marks.  Not everyone knew of the dragon’s tribal disposition but those who did respected it because they knew that it meant he was of peace and not of war. Not among the mortals anyway.

  Looking at the goblin that laid in between the dragon and the woman, the archer searched for her weapon. When he couldn’t find it, he looked at her and she pointed at the dragon. Meeting the archer’s eyes, he shook his head and gestured towards the goblin.

  The traveler that was with the Archer knelt down in dismay. He traced all the slash marks that had been clearly marked by aggression. Untying the bag that was at the archer’s side, the archer looked at the woman with concerned eyes.

  She could see that the two had no trouble taking down the rest of the goblins. But she was still aggravated that her best friend would turn on her. Hot tears emerged from her eyes.

  “Bakit?”! She shouted at Maligaya for the first time in ages. Getting up and turning away from her dragon she growled. “Bakit ka pansamantala ití kálágyán?”

  Standing his ground, Maligaya stared into his friend’s eyes. After a moment of silence, Maligaya stood, revealing the blood stained sword that had shared its blood with his scales. Lightly, he took a step forward, brushing away the Archer and the traveler he stomped towards Kumav who fell once again. Lightly swatting her with his tail, he moved her to a safe distance and made sure that the traveler and the archer were also at a good distance.

  Eyes on him, Maligaya took his tail and picked up the dead goblin. Throwing it up in the air, he slammed it down not hard enough to splatter it but enough to them his audience know that if the goblin was alive, it would have instantly died. Taking it up in his tail again, he threw it once more. This time, Kumav looked away, in seeing this, Maligaya slammed the goblin down harder, making some of the bones misplace.

  In horror, the traveler took a step towards the dragon. Meeting its lethal eyes, the archer put his hand out to the stop the traveler and shook his head. Confused, the traveler looked away from the scene in fear. Only the archer watched the dragon slammed the goblin down for the third time this time, the goblin’s head was twisted back in comparison to an owl’s. Its limbs were in positions not even a dead goblin should be in and the woman still faced away, refusing to face her companion.

  About to pick up the goblin again, the archer stepped in to stop the dragon. Baring its teeth, the archer put his hands up and pointed to the tribal burn that traced the dragon’s skeletal track. Giving a snort, the dragon glared at the woman’s back and then turned around to take his tail and make her face the goblin.

  The archer smirked and gave a sigh. Eyeing the archer, Maligaya took the goblin with his tail once more, threw it up in the air but didn’t slam it down. This time, Maligaya swatted the goblin, sending it miles out of sight. Wide eyes, the archer turned to the woman who watched the goblin land in the direction of the castle and hiss.

  Placing her hand on the paw print that she had received she shook her head.

  “Hindi Kailanmán mulî.” She said shaking her head.

  Frustrated, Maligaya shook his head as he faced away from her and then turned to look at her with wild eyes. Alarmed, the archer reached for his an arrow but Maligaya glance a clam look at him then returned to the wild look that he gave his friend. Dropping his jaw, Kumav’s eyes widen. Drawing her shield she braced herself. Feeling no fire or blazing heat, she put down her shield in confusion. Seeing her shield lower, Maligaya inhaled and gave a long loud and ear piercing shriek.

  Fear surfacing Kumav, her eyes filled with angst and confusion. Her hot tears become tears of pain as Maligaya finished and turned away. As Kumav shook and tried to recover from the shock, Maligaya felt his tribal burn begin to fade. Taking to the skies, Maligaya headed to the castle where he didn’t care if his fading marks could turn him hostile.

  At her side, the archer’s ears rung. Despite this, he approached the woman who was in shock of her companion’s actions. The Archer heard rumors of tamed dragon’s going hostile but only in accordance to their companion’s emotions. If the damage was enough, the dragon would forget her, making her his first target, but if the bond was true the tribal mark would only fade until the emotional impact was over.

  Kneeling down next to her, the archer touched the paw print necklace that she wore around her neck. Taking her hand, he placed it on the paw print in hope that her shaking would seize. Her wild eyes met his abruptly. Squeezing his hand, she opened her mouth to speak but could not find the words to do so. Putting his finger to his lips, he shook his head. Instead, he yelled at his travelling companion to pick up the sword and bring it to the woman.

  Reluctantly Gashvon shuffled over to the sword and reached down with one hand. Eyes wide, he reached with his other and pulled. Looking over at the woman in fright, he shook his head. Sighing, Gashvon looked at the woman’s arms and smirked. Her muscle showed.

  Standing at her side, he held out a hand. Quivering still, she took it. Helping her up, he put his hand on the small of her back and lead her to the sword. Every step she took was weary but finally, the two managed to get to the sword. Reaching for it with both hands, the archer grinned as he too had a hard time picking up the sword. Looking away in embarrassment, the woman knelt down and picked up the sword with ease of one hand.

  “Native?” She asked and the two shook their heads. “Then this language?” She asked and the archer nodded.

  “We were passing through. I’ve never seen a tamed dragon. Nevertheless one go lethal like that. Something must have happened to you to cause him to do that. If you don’t hurry he might revert back to being of the wild dragons.” He warned. “And if he does, you’ll be his first target.”

  The woman sheathed her sword in reluctance. “I’ll need a horse.” She sighed. “I cannot make it their on foot and there are no dragons around here except him.” She frowned. “I let him fall to this.” She said, tears falling from her eyes. “And he’s heading to the castle, they won’t take him lightly even if he has te tribal markings.”

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  Umvi’s ears perked up with alarm. Scurrying away from her master, she headed out the door as someone cracked in open. In surprise, Gashvon apologized to the woman, picked up what had fallen, and ran after his companion. Glancing at her direction, he ran back to grab his sword. Running back out, he saw her anxiously waiting for him around the corner of where she was heading. Once he was in sight she ran and headed towards the entrance of the castle.

  Knocking a man off his horse, Gashvon apologized and swore he would return it. Taking an apple he had saved for later out of his pocket he promised the horse the reward if it could catch up to his companion who spent no time in waiting. Giving a whinny, the horse took off at full speed taking the challenge with a happy spirit and in no time at all fell in line with the wolf. Running through the different sections of the castle, Gashvon had to flash his commanding armband for the first time in years to hurry to the front of the castle, on the way he intercepted some guards who insisted to assist. Taking their offer, he travelled with at least one guard for every gate he passed through. Finally, the front gates opened and to his surprise, a dragon, one he had recognized, screeched at the guards who were holding it back. Dismounting the horse, Gashvon was about to take off when the horse nudged him. Rolling his eyes, he received another nudge. Taking the apple out of his pocket, he handed it to one of the guards instructing that he feed it to the horse. Confused, the guard did as ordered.

  “Stand back!” He ordered.

  The guards who were holding back the dragon from advancing looked at Gashvon with concerned eyes. No one confronted a dragon single handed. Gashvon shook his head. “The markings!” He said as he searched for them, his eyes narrowed as he traced them, they were subtle but they were there.

  “Stand down.” He ordered again. This time, the guards did as told. Calling out to his companion, he order her to keep watch of the guards as he approached the dragon. The dragon was without a rider and the marks were fading. Rumors had it, that only a tragic emotional event could sever a bond with any companion, whether it be wolf or dragon.

  Wild eyes meeting his, Gashvon smirked and put his sword down, looking for his shield and seeing that he didn’t bother to grab that, he shrugged and approached the dragon slowly. The tribal burn marks glowed a black and then back to brown.

  Standing face to snout, the wolf gave a bark. Turning to look, the wolf had her back to him and growled at the guard. Giving a small smile, he turned to look at the dragon again. Sending a wave of hot air, Gashvon let out a quiet laugh. Using the back of his fingers he touched the dragon’s snout making the tribal marks glow black. Wide eyes, Gashvon watched as the dragon’s tribal burn marks glow a black and then white before they disappeared completely. Ducking under the dragon in surprise, Gashvon met his wolf eyes.

  Turning hostile, she growled but forced the guards at bay with the horse who was now standing guard. Above Gashvon, the dragon screeched and roared, letting out immense shouts of fire.

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Magbago - Move Maligaya - Happy Hindi Kailanmán mulî. - Never again  Bakit - Why 

Bakit ka pansamantala ití kálágyán - Why are you acting this way (Not sure if that’s right) 

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One Shot: Of Friendship, Of Loss I

  Kumav cuddled up next to her dragon who gladly snuggled up around her. Even though he wasn’t exactly warm he could keep the wind from freezing her. The night gleamed around them and the stars brightly twinkled. A medium breeze hit Kumav’s dragon’s coat. She was crying again, and he could hear her.

  It had been years since the incident but she still clung on. He knew that if she refused to go home to her village or take shelter in his cave then he’d have to shield her for the night. Luckily, the times weren’t as brutal as they used to be. If needed, the dragon would force Kumav to shelter to protect her. Even though Kumav was clearly in her twenties the dragon still thought of her as his little girl. She had saved him during the hard times and showed him that not all mortals were heartless. He wanted to show her that not all dragons were heartless too. She’d throw a child’s fit if he took her to shelter for protection but in the state she was in, she wouldn’t be able to fight as skilled as she truly was.

  Whipping the tears from her eyes, Kumav looked over at her dragon’s eyes. Opening them, he stared at her. Giving a small smile, she stood to walk over to his gleaming red orange eyes.

  Running her hand on his snout, Kumav smile. “Maraming salamat.” She whispered.

  He had been around her long enough to understand her gesture. Carefully unwinding himself into a bigger circle, her dragon lifted the tip of his tail to touch her hair. Kumav’s eyes watered, in feeling her dragon’s tail she forced a small smile. 

  If only her dragon could talk. Then the two would have to learn each other’s language, she thought to herself. Touching his tail, Kumav let a tear drop from her eye.

  “Maligaya.” She said stepping back to make it easier for her him wrap his tail on her side.

  His name was the strong connection between the two. He’d do anything to protect her and he wished he could fix what he knew was wrong. But after all the years of chasing, he knew that she had to let go. Five years had passed and he and her counter part’s wolf had become good friends. However, after the two parted he knew that he would have turn his back on her as her master had done on his friend.

  When war had faced them, the two were the head commanders of the army made up of fighters all across the land. The man commanded the troops on land and Kumav was the commander of the skies. There were only a few dragons who associated with the humans. During the war, Maligaya was the only to rise against his own and defend the humans, driving his blood at bay. The dragon knew that the betrayal was necessary for peace. As his dragon tamer, Kumav had a power over Maligaya if she wished, and in other times, when she didn’t wish. However, even without his marks Maligaya would have fought against his own due to the circumstances. 

  Kumav’s hand moved to Maligaya’s tribal mark that traced is skeleton. This was the mark that appeared on every dragon that fought along the mortals, a powerful burn that surfaced only when the trust was broken between blood. Kumav was his friend, not his master, she didn’t make him do anything. She asked him for favors but she’d always do something in return. That was the same way for the wolf and her ‘master’.

  Maligaya didn’t wish upon war but he knew the two would only come together in those time and now that there was no war among them the two never faced each other. Maligaya didn’t understand mortals. The emotions that controlled their actions, the sheer will that threw away reasoning, but the power that came with it all was what amused him.

  To him, Kumav was a hero and so was the man that they had fought alongside but the dragon could not fix human emotions, he could only stay with his friend in her time of need. Wrapping her up in his tail, Maligaya wrapped back up in his smaller circle and set his snout under her arm. Kumav gave a sigh and leaned against what he let her. When Maligaya did this, she knew he was ready to sleep for the night and she was to join. Looking up at the stars, Kumav closed her eyes, letting her silent tears fall as she drifted off to sleep. 

  She was a warrior who had lost her battlefield. After running hopelessly after the man she loved, she had finally settled to these nights where she’d cuddle up with her dragon in the middle of a field or forest. With time, he would come home and eventually, he did. When Maligaya saw his wolf friend he was surprised but the silence nod between the two gave an understand that the mortals had to ‘talk’ their emotions to a settle before returning to their separate lives.

  Love was a strong emotion Maligaya came to find. It was what bonded him to Kumav but mostly it was what stopped Kumav from running after that man. In the time of his visit, the wolf and Maligaya circled the town to ensure no danger had befallen on the two heroes. The two had strong auras and having them back at their home only caused more harm than good Luckily, only small enemies appeared in their path. Maligaya and his wolf friend had little to no trouble in protecting the city.

  As for Kumav and her friend, the two had spoken. As she returned to Maligaya’s side, he could see the clear statement that she had received. Glancing over at the man, the dragon felt a sense of hostility but knew that the love that bonded him to his friend meant that he would not have the power to rise against him. That next morning, he watched the man leave without Kumav, the man made a waving gesture at the dragon and the dragon gave a small nod more for his wolf friend than the man. Later, Kumav told Maligaya about the talk the two had saying that he was moving to the castle and would only visit a few times a year and whn he did visit it wouldn’t be to see her. Maligaya could feel the hurt in Kumav’s soul but as Kumav and the man turned their backs on each other, the dragon and wolf had to follow beside their companions. Seeing his wolf friend’s reaction made the dragon sigh. Mortals were confusing animals and his wolf friend knew it too. In fact, she had left her pack for the man as well.

  To be ‘domesticated’ as the pack called it was taboo but to fight alongside the ‘master’ that she had? Maligaya would have left the pack too. If it was possible. He knew that gender played a role in the pack as well. If he had been a male wolf he would have had to make his own pack and being with a ‘master’ would have been as bad if not worse than leaving his blood dragons.

  The two had left their past lives for these two mortals  but they both knew it was worth the cost. However, the cost of an unknown friendship between the two mortals never cleared between the wolf and the dragon. Later, he showed again, this time different, stronger but still, the two ‘talked’, Maligaya and his wolf friend would both have to turn away to try and not defend either mortal.

  Maligaya let out a puff of smoke. Slowly opening his eyes, he checked on Kumav to see if she was asleep. Sure enough, she had fallen, dried tears on her face but marked with a smile. As quiet as possible, Maligaya adjusted himself to stretch out his wings. Lifting one foot and then the other, Maligaya stood and faced the direction of his cave.

  Hearing a rustle in the grass, Maligaya turned and bared his teeth but soon returned the gesture into a confused and somewhat relaxed look. There, a few feet away was his wolf friend. She bowed and then faced Kumav in curiosity. Apparently, the wolf didn’t not expect her to be with him in the middle of the field, asleep at that.

  Looking at his wolf friend he curled his tail into a makeshift crib to allow Kumav to sleep, the fly would only take a minute. Pointing the direction with his snout the wolf followed. With ease, Maligaya flew to his cave. He knew Kumav would be angry in the morning but she should expect the move after all these years of friendship. It was safer in the cave and warmer for a mortal. Lightly setting down his first claw, he followed with the rest, allowing the wolf to enter his den as well. Cuddling up exactly as they had in the field the dragon faced his wolf friend  with concern and confusion marked in his eyes.

  In her mouth was a box. Maligaya hadn’t noticed it earlier but took the time to look at it. Setting it down, she placed in front of his claw. No handwriting was on it, only a simple wrap of blue and green. He looked at his wolf friend in curiosity.

  Glancing over at Kumav, the wolf glanced back over at the dragon for approval. He gave a small nod and she pattered towards her. Setting her wet nose on Kumav’s cheek, she licked the tears off of her face and rubbed her head against her face. Meeting the dragon’s eyes, the wolf looked at the present and then at Kumav.

  Again, the dragon gave a small nod. Meeting her nose with his snout the wolf looked down the dragon’s long face. The dragon knew what the wolf wanted and the wolf knew what the dragon wanted but they both knew the two were meant for battle and until the battle came, the two mortals would distance each other.

  Looking out at the moon light and stars, the wolf laid next to the dragon for a moment sharing curiosities about their mortal friends.  Finally, after some time the wolf stood and nodded a ‘til next time.

  As the wolf took off, the dragon stared at the box. He wondered what was inside. Until the morning, he would not have a chance to see but there was one thought he knew was true, the wolf and dragon wanted to see the two together again. What he also knew, was that the man would stay away and Kumav wouldn’t chase him. What rattled the dragon’s brain more than anything was the knowledge of her disappearance effecting the man. If Kumav disappeared the way the man did, heading to a castle, not specific which one, and only appearing at random, the man would look for her in a heartbeat. The sad realization that the dragon and wolf shared was that their two companions would never be their friendly selves even in battle. 

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  Feeling the warm sunlight on her face, Kumav slowly opened her eyes. Around her, was Maligaya’s tail and around them was a cave. Kumav sighed, she didn’t understand how Maligaya could take to the skies without waking her up, she was light sleeper. Touching her face she felt an odd substance, not of her tears but of saliva. Shaking her head she looked at Maligaya in amusement. Had he licked away her tears? She shook her head. There was no way, his tongue was rough, she would have felt it.

  Looking back at her was Maligay’s red orange eyes. He lifted her and set her near the pool of water so that she could clean herself up. Takin the fresh water to her face, Kumav patted her face dry with the supplies she had left in his cave for the purpose of her sleepovers. Standing to stretch, Kumav turned in surprise to see a box wrapped in Maligaya’s tail.

   Kumav gave Maigaya a questioning look and stared at it. Setting it down, and pushing it to her feet, Maligaya stood and then laid down again, this time his snout his snout wasn’t far from the present. Kumav gave a small laugh, Maligaya was doing his best to imitate a wolf she knew well of. Picking up the present, she carefully unwrapped it to find a paw print on the top of the box. Looking in the box, she looked at Maligaya.

  “Walâ?” She questioned and the dragon looked at her in confusion as well.

  Pressing her hand to the paw print, Kumav sighed. Maliagya didn’t understand  why his wolf friend would bring a box of nothing but her print on the top. She couldn’t have wrapped the box herself but her ‘master’ couldn’t have known. He wasn’t the present giving type. Giving her a shrug, the dragon touched his snout to the print and turned away. Maybe nothing was everything in this present. The print was enough to say the wolf cared. Giving Kumav personal space, as he usually did in the morning, Maligaya took to the skies to head to the village where he would give the regular report to the guards allowing them to know where Kumav was. Looking out towards the castle, Maligaya knew a dragon without their rider would be considered a threat. Changing the gesture would be difficult, considering Kumav never left his side but then again, the gesture was necessary. He wondered if the man would understand. Or if the two would ever understand how much of letting their friendship settle to this would only bring despair for them both. 

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Maraming salamat - I thank you (Thanks)  Maligaya - Happy Walâ - Nothing 

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One Shot: Tower of Babel

This is a fun story I did in response to my friend's drawing. 

Drawn by patbunNF

Happy Holidays to all of you and I hope to see all of you next week with the rest of the story in Revelations of Dragons.!

  The stories passed down through generations of the tower destined to reach the sky, to reach the heavens. Different variations of this tale have been told, the most popular speaks of the tower being incomplete and destroyed by a God and in some people’s eyes ‘The God’. This variation of the story is quite complex. The location of the tower is unknown. Some say it fell with Atlantis, others say it is located in the Bermuda Triangle but in my family of the Zohans we believed in the guardian and the Gods.

  Among a multitude of mountains stood a tower encasing the crystal of truth. Rumor was, if anyone were to touch this crystal they would gain all knowledge and be all knowing. Three generations ago, my grandfather went to search for this ‘Tower of Babel’ and until recently told me about his journey every visit.

  Now, I am here to tell you about that journey and what he saw. He told me to never pursue this gorgeous place. Sadly, I swore on my blood that I wouldn’t. So, if you are brave and reckless enough to pursue the journey I will not stop you, but what I will do is warn you of the troubles that you will face.

-Juvan Zohan

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  Only those of a true heart may be in the presence of the crystal of knowledge. Guthrav Zohan was the only recorded man to make the journey and live. Due to him being the only conquer of the quest, not many believe him but he never let that stop him from telling his tale.

  Guthrav Zohan was persistent in finding his path to all knowledge.  In fact, he was so persistent he left his family, only leaving a note of reminder that he would return. Listening to all the different stories of Babel lead him to Pakistan, Iran, and then Iraq (The land of Shinar otherwise known as The Holy Land).

  Avoiding the battles of man, Guthrav left the Holy Land to pursue the Tower of Babel elsewhere. He again set out to listen to the tales of Babel, writing them and comparing them. This lead him to the Lost City of Atlantis where he turned on his heels. What he found, he did not speak of but summarized it to me with ‘my experience of pursuing Atlantis lead me to knowledge, knowledge that I wish I could erase’. 

  Finally, when Guthrav was about to give in, Guthrav was lead to these unknown mountains. Many small villages were known throughout this land and all of the ones Guthrav encountered were peaceful. To try and make up for his absence at home, Guthrav searched the mountains for special gifts finding only minerals found on the mountains and views he could only tell of their beauty.

  Then one night, Guthrav took shelter in one of the small caves, only big enough to fit a small family for a shelter. Satisfied with his written work for the night, Guthrav slept near his dull fire to keep him warm. Drifting off to sleep, Guthrav suddenly awoke to the sound of a screech. When the screech was first heard he thought that it was a bird but Guthrav knew the sounds of the bird in these lands and that was not one of them. Curious, Guthrav sat up and turned towards the entrance of the cave and with a heart stopping gasp, a gust of wind swished through the cave, putting out his fire but leaving Guthrav in awe of the bulk of the creature. That night, he swore he would pursue the creature since the night would hide the mystery despite the side.

  That next morning Guthrav rose and quickly ate his breakfast that some villangers had prepared for his journey. Not knowing where to start, Guthrav headed towards the sun, all he knew was that the creature had passed his cave. As Guthrav used his climbing skills to scale the side of the mountain, Guthrav found animals that he didn’t believe were real. Below him were half bull half men that scouted the routes that the villagers warned about. He believed they were called Minotaur.

  Little pixies and fairies danced around Guthrav as he made his way towards the sun. They spoke none but were as amazed as he was at the sight of another being. Sailing from one mountain to another by using his equipment Guthrav took his first break. Eating a small snack and sitting by a small fire, Guthrav’s eyes widened at the sight. Heading north, was what he thought to be a bird once again but there was no doubt, this creature was not a bird. Its wingspan was longer than a vehicle he had ever seen, the sound that came from the creatures chest was a mix between a roar of a lion and a screech of a bird.

  Adrenaline rushing through him, Guthrav headed in the direction that the creature was flying and as he came closer he found that even after four days of pursuing the creature continued to fly in the same area. This only meant one result. The creature was guarding something. Ecstatic, Guthrav quietly side across the mountain to get a closer look. If he got too close to the creature it might mistaken him for a threat and he didn’t want such mistake. If Guthrav couldn’t find the crystal of knowledge in the tower of Babel he would at least let his story end with this magical creature.

  Laying in the shadows, Guthrav silently watched as the creature spread its wings to do its daily scout. Wide eyed, Guthrav pushed himself against the mountain as the creature flew lower than he had expected. Holding back a gasp, Guthrav noted exactly what he saw in his journal.

  “Its scales were outlined in black and filled with a bright red. Its wingspan was of at least four car lengths; two cars for each side. On the underside was a lighter color but the shimmer announced it to be a protective coat not easily broken by a missile. On its chest was what I thought to be a gem but as it flew back I realized it was a crystal. Its eyes were a darker red than its scales but it had a trail of thicker scales that traced down its tail and went up to its head. I assumed the creature had no visual ears but maybe it could hear through other means.

  Seeing a minotaur enter its territory it roared a warning. The half man half bull charge but had no luck going against the flames of this creature and with the sharp claws that it had, the creature slashed through the army that appeared after the fallen minotaur. Scared as I’ll ever be in my life, I watch the creature soar higher into the sky to continue its route. As it left and became a small spec of black in the sky I realized that the creature I had saw was indeed of legend, but as I stayed silent and still I found followers similar to this creature but not the same.

  These creatures were of many colors, most were solid and not as huge. In comparison to a person they were still massive but to the previous creature, there was a difference. Many of the creatures had two wings and four limbs. I was amazed to see one with two limbs and a beak and then a three headed creature, that was what I believe to be called a hybrid. But the name of the first creature slipped my mind. Slowly making my way to where the creatures were coming from I gawked at the sight.”

  There, a few mountains away was a tower marked with a glass encase of a crystal. The building was a sea green and the top was far up in the sky but below the crystal was a blue sphere like gem. Flying around it where more of these creatures that Guthrov encountered. Circling around the tower were many more of the creature. Heart beat visible out of his chest Guthrov’s footing slip and he bit his lip to silence his panic but it was already too late, approaching him, and fast was the dragon with the crystal in its chest.

  Loosening his equipment, Guthrov dropped and came to find one of the smaller creatures catching him from the fall. Amazed and frightened, Guthrov was forced to face the intimidating creature. Crystal shimmering, the huge creature headed towards the tower and the dragon that had caught Guthrov followed close behind.

  Looking at the view from the skies opened up Guthrov’s eyes to another sense. The mountains seemed so tiny but as he had been climbing and scaling them for weeks he knew that the view was an illusion to the reality of it. The same had been for the creature and the one under him. The creature that was generous enough to save his life had at least a ten feet wingspan. Holding tight, Guthrov was set down at the bottom of the tower where the creature with the crystal landed and stood tall next to the entrance.

  Approaching the entrance, Guthrov looked up the tower from the base, amazed by height that was unknown to his eyes. Next to him the creature bowed down, allowing Guthrov to reach out and touch the crystal that was embedded into its chest. Jaw dropping, he stared at the creature as it spoke to him through his mind.

  “I am the Guardian of The Earth, you seek the crystal of knowledge in which I warn, whta you will learn may not be what you wish. The truth is a sacred weapon, only those who have a true heart will make it passed the Gem of Earth and only those who are true to themselves and the ones they love may live to touch the crystal of knowledge.”

  Guthrov was too amazed to speak. Turning to face the doors he watched as they creaked open and the marble floor was revealed. Stepping away from Guthrov the creature spoke once more. “Mortals like you call us dragons, as you saw, there are many of us and many kinds. If you live I shall take you to the edge of our territory but I must warn you, no mortal has yet passed and I am the only one of my kind to ever step out of the tower.”

  Swallowing his shock, Guthrov spoke. “Even dragons have tried to touch the crystal?”

  “There is only one choice, to be of the Earth or of all knowledge. You are to choose when you step inside. There is a nympth that has lived through the gem of Earth and I am the only other creature who has touched the crystal of knowledge. Go forth, choose and may the Gods be with you.”

  Stepping into the tower, Guthrov described the building as a place of concentrated energy. Every step was easy matched to a step taken if there was a hurricane swirling around a man. Voices filled his head and illusions surfaced trying to lead him in different directions. As Guthrav made his decisions to walk passed the different cravings of the world, Guthrov found himself about to slip away from his own skin when he entered a glass room with a blue gem in the center. All of the pressure of Guthrav’s body ceased and Guthrov rested until he believed he was ready to go on.

  A stair case lead to another path and Guthrov had to face different trails. These trails were of curiosity and emotions. To find the crystal, Guthrov had to learn what he truly wanted and what was truly important to him. Once he found that, he was able to find himself in the glass room with a crystal. Amazed, Guthrav approached the crystal but was distracted by a calling from above. Looking up, Guthrov saw another gem, one that pulled at his heart. The Gem was green and made him feel strong. Shimmering off the crystal was an illusion of a shadow.

  “You are not of the Earth and you have presented yourself to knowledge but there is more.” The shadow paused. “There is all power. No one has yet to claim the power of all, if you wish you may pursue your journey to the most concentrated source of power on Earth and possibly in our star system but choose quick for power’s doors will only stay open for a moment.”

  Facing the shadow, Guthrav gave a smile. “My weapon is knowledge.” He bowed, watching the door that held another staircase close.

  “Very well.” The shadow said, disappearing.

  Reaching out for the crystal, Guthrov felt his body numb and a force compress around him. Taking a step back, the shadow reappeared.

  “Do you not believe in the power of knowledge?”

  Guthrov shook his head. “I do not believe that I am the mortal destined for all knowledge.” He paused and thought of the dragon. “I pursued the Tower of Babel and I found it. My mission is complete.”

  The shadow nodded and the glass behind it opened up, there the Guardian of The Earth waited for Guthrov. Joining the dragon, the dragon questioned Guthrov.

  “Are you positive that you do not want the power from the crystal of knowledge? The trails are only meant to be taken once.”

  Guthrov nodded. “I am positive oh great one, the legend will come true one day but I will only tell of the tale to those who care to listen. This, is the true story of Babel.”

  Taking off, the dragon took Guthrov to the edge of the territory. Turning its back, the dragon spoke once more.

  “You are wise, Guthrov Zohan may you live to tell the tale and lead the legend to its rightful trial.”

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  Today Guthrov Zohan’s journal is passed through the generations and even though I may be the last to have spoken with Guthrov Zohan I am proud to say I will lead the legend through this story and I will bring them to their destined path.

-Jovan Zohan

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If you want to me write about the Tower of Babel I will see to it. But unless someone speaks up this will remain a fun story that I will leave as is. Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoyed the story. -Dj