Snippet #2769817

Zaldir was in the midst of a transaction of a magical item he crafted, when his ears twitched. A small look of concern crossed his face. He looked towards the sea of the port town he was in for the purpose of gaining enough money to purchase a boat. The sea seemed calm.

Quiet. Too quiet. Much like the day they came and took everything from him. He looked at the sea, not noticing that a cloud passing over him, might not have been a cloud. Then there was a crash, Screams and panic. He heard the sound of growling close by, as he turned around slowly. There, face to not so close face, was a dragon, staring at everything below it like an normal mortal would look at an ant.

”Oh crap.” he said as the dragon roared. Chaos reigned as town guards moved to attack the creature to drive it back. However, all attacks made it seem futile as it only began to breathe fire upon the town. Zaldir ran for his horse and cart and began to try and make for a hasty getaway. He had to leave. But before he even did anything, he saw a mother taking a child from the scene, only to get a wagon falling on top of them.

The elf’s mind took him to another place, to a moment where he thought He was back amongst people he lost. He then grit his teeth in anger and dove out of his cart and hurried to the fallen wagon, hoping to ad other villagers until, A fiery explosion knocked him towards his cart once more, and turned to where it came from. His eyes widened as he saw charred, still burning remains of the people he aided before. Panicked, Zaldir began to scramble.

”Ardyn! We gotta get out of here!” He shouted at his horse who at this point panicked so hard the moment rubble separated him from the cart, the stallion bolted. ”Ardyn Wait for me!”

But his cries couldn’t deter the horse from trying to find a point of safety on its own. Abandoned and alone once more, Zaldir’s hands trembled. He reached for an amulet around his neck. He remembered the face of his sister who gave it to him. His right hand gripped his sword, the other onto this token that represented his one of very few good memories left of his family he lost.

”Mother Goddess, and all other gods I can name, I call on all of you. Zaldir, Last of the Kestal Clan, requests only this; Help these people, give these people the strength to fight back! Give them hope! This is my wish! I know I’ve given selfish prayers, wanting my life to be better, I’ve been bitter and alone, But for them let me be strong!” He Mentally prayed out, drawing his sword and preparing for an inevitable death, and therefore, bringing the Male line of Clan Kestal to an end.

Then, all of a sudden, he heard a voice, making his ears twitch once more. "Child of the Forest. Flesh of the Earth. Receive now my power, and drive away the Darkness!"

Zaldir felt a rush of magic flowing into his veins. It felt foreign, yet so invitingly peaceful. The magic mingled with his own as he poured as much of it into his own sword, the blade gaining an aura of fire as the elf glared at the dragon, and the creature now giving him it’s full attention.

He ran towards the beast and threw arcs of fire at the dragon by merely swinging the sword. The arcs struck the dragon’s face as it drew back in pain and terror as it took to the skies. It took one final look at the elf that managed to leave a defining mark on its face, before taking to the skies. Zaldir began to attempt pursuit when he suddenly began to feel drained of energy. It was then he heard the voice again.

"Seek out my Sister, Sil'Eph Niir. The Dragon Goddess. She sleeps, and calls to you, from Dragon's Cove. Hurry my Child! There is no time!"

”Okay... I just.. need a nap.” he mumbled as he began to head for his cart, and collapse near it in exhaustion. The last thing he heard was the clop of a horse’s hooves.

”I hope you’re here to apologize Ardyn....asshole.” he muttered in Elvish as consciousness was lost to him.