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Damson

A proud and proper Frisean.

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a character in “The Nobler Steed”, as played by Krypt

Description

Age: 7 years old

Gender: Male

Likes:

  • Gloriana
  • Good dry oats
  • Competition (winnable)
  • Running on the open plain
  • Mares

Dislikes:

  • An ungroomed coat
  • Going hungry
  • Competition (losing)
  • Confinement, perceived or actual
  • Pretentious wet lizards


Personality: Damson is a destrier, the strongest warhorse of his class. Tall, muscular, and, thanks to Gloriana's attentions, shiny and groomed. He looks good, and he knows it. While not quite so vain that he would be caught in a trance of his own reflection when watering, he doesn't mind being appreciated by others. One human's affection does score higher marks than all others, however, and that is those of his rider, Gloriana. Raised by her from foalhood, he has a deep and abiding loyalty to her, and wants nothing to see her betterment. Even if humans seem to have strange aspirations. Having had a monopoly on her attention for more than half his life, he has naturally keen to keep it. After all, besides satisfying his own desire for limelight, being with Gloriana means cleanliness of coat, good food treats, and pleasant evening rides. He is loath to have to share that affection, especially with an apparently omnipotent beast. But who gives two figs about dragons? He saw that wet lizard when she hatched! So what if she can shoot off a few fireworks. At least he'll always be taller than her.

Physical Description: Black as coal, tall as he wants to be, and proud as peacock.

So begins...

Damson's Story

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It had been a beautiful day for a run. With the grass having been still wet from last nights rains, Damson could count on each powerful thrust of his legs to send up a glistening shower of dew. The earth smelled sweet, and the gentle breeze was just the right kind of cool. Pleasures of an earth-bound run. And this excitement hadn't been his alone, it had been shared. Gloriana had played her part well, riding easily in her saddle and swinging one of the knight's sword as easily as a farmer with a scythe. Her inaccuracy did not concern Damson, in fact it pleased him. It only meant they would need to continue practicing together. After all, if she was going to be a mighty chosen one, she would need to know how to fight from atop a proper steed.

Now Damson watched his rider across the field, now on foot, sparring with the same blade against one of her companions. The frisean liked Gloriana's retinue. They respected him for who he was, a first rate horse of war. He could always expect a treat and a pat whenever Gloriana led him around. Now, he couldn't say the same for that old wizard who insisted on staying around. That crazy coot had a one track mind, and that was for Gloriana's pet dragon. Of course, he had been the one who pulled this band of warriors together, so perhaps he did have a reason for being there. But that didn't mean Damson had to like him. All this insistence on referring to her as a dragon rider, pah! Gloriana rode horses, not silly winged lizards. That reptile couldn't lift Gloriana if she tried, even with her surprising growth spurts. She had to stop growing soon. Damson was sure of it.

Where was Echelon anyway? Damson took a bite of grass, chewing it softly. Probably jumping on rabbits again. Honestly, he couldn't give two figs about her whereabouts. As long as she didn't embarrass Gloriana again.

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The day had started out just normal, except there was no screeching rooster to greet the dawn. Courtesy of Echelon's stomach that had started rumbling in the middle of the night. And it made Gloriana late to her chores which mostly consisted of caring for the camp's horses. This she finished quickly, and was soon practicing her swordplay on and off Damson...

This was all according to plan for Gloriana, but for Echelon? It was not. Her human rider hadn't even bothered to check in on her since yesterday's embarrassing sideshow. Well, it wasn't exactly embarrassing for Echelon so much as it was for Gloriana... Who had fallen off more once. The second time she ended up getting her foot stuck in the saddle and was half dragged, half flown around the whole camp, knocking a few tents over here and there. To be fair, it wasn't Echelon's fault and even today she would say it was Gloriana's fault for treating her like a horse.

And now, Echelon was laying in a tree watching Gloriana throw her sword around with some Knights.

How boring...

She licked a claw, enjoying the taste of the fawn she had found and killed earlier that morning. If only it had been just a bit bigger. Alas, all she could do was lick the remaining blood off her claws before jumping out of the tree with a creak. The ground shook softly when landed in the grass. Her wings unfolded as she stalked across the open space, moving more like a cat than a bird, or a reptile. She snuck up behind him, and in one swift move, yanked a few strands of his tail out whilst also moving to side to avoid getting kicked.

"Sorry, thought I saw a big hornet on your tail." Her voice was smooth and calmer than her color would suggest.

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Damson felt the tug on his tail before the pain stung proper, the worst kind of arrangement because it gave him a fraction of a second to dread its sharp arrival. His indignant whinny had hardly formed before the lizard slid up to his side, and his reflexive kick had only struck air.

"Sorry, thought I saw a big hornet on your tail."

"Ah yes, madam. And I suppose you were just going to pull my tail right out from under the bug like a good tablecloth and wine glass circus trick, were you?" Damson replied dryly, resisting the urge to turn and assess the damage. His tail had just finished growing back to a fashionable length. Damson had had to endure wearing it short ever since Gloriana had cut as part of an attempt to disguise him as lowly pack animal during their escape from the High King's stables. As if a mere tail trim would have fooled anyone. Any peasant who had spent half a day around a horse would know that he was no cart horse, no matter the length his tail! But, Gloriana had thought it worth a shot, and so he had acquiesced.

And now this fire spitter insisted on cropping it back every chance she caught him with his flank turned! What an imp Echelon was! Still, he would be the bigger animal. As indeed, he was the bigger animal. Not like she had any hair to pull anyway.

Damson leaned down for a consolatory mouthful of clover before rising to speak again. "Where have you been, then? Stirring up more trouble to get my lady stuck pegging tents again?" he said in his deep voice, eyes returning to the distant figure of Gloriana swinging her sword. At least she was finally learning her footwork.

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"Ah yes, madam. And I suppose you were just going to pull my tail right out from under the bug like a good tablecloth and wine glass circus trick, were you?"

She yawned, baring ivory fangs the size of steak knives... and a few leftover feathers stuck in her teeth from her midnight snack.

"Where have you been, then? Stirring up more trouble to get my lady stuck pegging tents again?" Echelon pulled back a lip. A scowl? Or a grimace? Either way, she was already laying down on the ground with her front legs tucked. "That wasn't my fault;. It's what she gets for using spurs on me." Really, she didn't understand what went through that girl's head about using spurs on a dragon! She wasn't a mindless beast at all! Not like some beasts at all, she thought again whilst glancing at Damson before turning back to watch Gloriana.

Her rider was in a small duel with one of the Knights... And it looked like it was going well. Until the knight raised his sword to deliver a heavy blow from above. Gloriana raised her own sword to meet it, and the two swords clanged against each other. The knight began moving forward, pushing her back, step after step.

Echelon's green eyes sparkled in the sunlight, just before she raised her head. "She's going to trip."

Seconds later, her rider tripped and went falling into the grass. "Whoa!" The knight had already expected this and pulled back his attack so he wouldn't accidentally slash her face open. The girl sat up, looking up to see the Wizard that had suddenly showed up. Like always.

Echelon could already guess what was about to happen and she didn't really like it either. The feathers on her wings and tail puffed up.

It was time for flying practice with Gloriana. Again.

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"She's going to trip."

The war horse remained silent as he watched Gloriana, only the flicking of his ear indicated he had heard Echelon complaining about the spurs. The knights were good to her, they had clearly trained many a squire in swordplay. As the duel came to a close, the frisean spared a sideways glance down at Echelon.

"Well, spurs are great for controlling rebellious foals, madam. Perhaps Gloriana merely mistook you." said Damon airily. Gloriana had never used the spurs on him, and seldom tugged the reigns. When she wanted him to turn, she said so. When he felt like it was best to stop, he told her. Theirs was a partnership, not that of a master trying to control an unruly pet. It was a point of smug satisfaction whenever he was among unclever horses.

Leaving the dragoness to be flustered, Damson trotted over to the Gloriana and the wizard, the knight having left to clean and stow the sparring equipment. "Well done, my lady! You stood your ground for double the time as yesterday!" Damson lauded, lowering his head in expectation of a pat. The ground had been upturned in places from the contestant's footwork, and a light soil smell permeated the cool forest air.

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"Well, spurs are great for controlling rebellious foals, madam. Perhaps Gloriana merely mistook you." said Damon airily.

Why was Echelon nervous? A dragon shouldn't have to ever be nervous like this. Except, she was nervous.

She watched Damon trot over to Gloriana and wondered if she should take to the skies to avoid the upcoming lesson. Oh skies!


Gloriana


Gloriana looked up at her Guardian. Who happened to be a wizard and someone she sometimes blamed for her being here in the camp of Rebels. "Yes, Favian? Is there something you want?" She got up, dusting off her breeches with a few pats. She waited for his response, sparing a bit of her attention to see Damson trot right on up to her.

"Well done, my lady! You stood your ground for double the time as yesterday!" Damson lauded, lowering his head in expectation of a pat.

She laid a hand on his forehead, pushing his forelock to the side.

Meanwhile Favian ran a hand over his beard, taking his time to think thoroughly about how to say what he was going to say. "Ahem," He cleared his throat, "The gathered Knights have decided to move the camp again, this time the new location is two days journey north." He pushed his drooping glasses back to the bridge of his nose, "And, uh, I've had a talk with, uh, your mentor, Merek.... And he agrees." The wizard started to look lost in his ramblings and if Gloriana wasn't so patient, she wouldn't have stayed there listening to him. But she was, and she was silently braiding Damson's forelock into a single braid. "When we start to move, ahem, you won't be allowed..." This time his paused in his slow way of speaking to look directly at Damson. "To ride, your fine horse here."

Gloriana finished the braid, only to look at Favian. Was this a joke? Was she supposed to walk the whole way to the new camp location? What had she done to earn this kind of wrong and usual punishment? Then a glittering sparkle at the edge of her vision caught her attention and understanding dawned on her face. "Why!? Wasn't yesterday's beating enough? The bruises hadn't faded on me yet."

Her complaints did nothing to make Favian falter. If anything, he became even more adamant. "Normally, I , uh, would say this is too harsh on ye younging, but Merek favors this idea. He even said something like, 'all the better for her too, she knows she has to git back on the horsey whenever it bucks her off. Same ting with her flying dragon there.' Or something like that."

Gloriana wanted to resist even more, but the saying kept her mouth shut. She knew she had to get back on her dragon, but she hadn't thought it would be so soon. Or for two whole days!

Echelon


Even though she was a whole field away, the young dragon heard everything. And she could see that even now the camp had come to life. Knights, and peasants were starting to gather up their animals and take down their tents and soon, someone would blow a horn letting everyone know how much time they had left to gather their things. It was all very familiar to Echelon as two days after she was born, these people were the ones to take her and her rider in. As well as the horse.

Echelon stayed where she was, waiting for her rider to come beg for her forgiveness. Or walk the whole two days...

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Gloriana's hands were gentle on Damson's brow, she had given enough braids in her lifetime to skillfully plait without undue tugs or or tears. Her work had grown finer and finer over the years, if glances in his rippling water trough were anything to go by. And as Damson was as pleased with attention as any creature would be, Damson only distantly listened to the ramblings of Favian.

"...when we start to move, ahem, you won't be allowed...to ride, your fine horse here."

Damson's eyes looked to the old wizard, his expression communicating his indignation. Yet he said nothing. Damson had never grown totally comfortable talking to humans as equals. Adult ones, anyway. After all, he still was a horse. A clever horse, but a horse none-the-less. He was able enough to accept and return praise, chat about war stories, or even offer the odd tidbit of advice, but when it came to having an argument or expressing a forceful opinion, he tended to hesitate. Perhaps it was due to still living a life of command, despite Gloriana's gentleness with him.

After Favian had finished issuing his directive and shuffled off, Damson took the brief moment of relative privacy with Gloriana to release a frustrated whinny. Normally considering it unbecoming to complain, the frisean allowed himself to let off a bit of steam to his rider. "I can't see why they can't let you be your own hero, my lady. It seems they have a precise image of what they want you to be, and will accept no other!"

Damson scraped a hoof across the dirt, and gave a sideways glance to where he had left Echelon. As much antipathy as he felt towards the young dragoness after the years of jealous pranks, he couldn't help but extend a touch of the same sympathy to her. That wet lizard of yesteryear never had a choice to barge into Gloriana's life, where the position of mount had already been filled. It was all that blasted Favian.

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Gloriana wasn't one for arguing or fighting unless there was a good reason for and right now... All she could think was how difficult Echelon could be sometimes.

"I can't see why they can't let you be your own hero, my lady. It seems they have a precise image of what they want you to be, and will accept no other!"

And how much Damson could be too. Sometimes, the nagging sense of being pulled in all directions was too much for her, and often lately, she had been choosing to ignore it. Best to let it fade away on it's own.

She sighed, pulling a small strap of leather from pocket to tie the small braid on Damson's forelock. "Well then, lets go to packing up. I can deal with the green monster later." Gloriana tugged on Damson's braid gently before turning to head back to her tent.


Echelon


Echelon watched Gloriana walk off... And she began to think of what to do.

Apparently Gloriana wasn't going to beg right off the bat, and Echelon thought this might happen. So, she did the next best thing. She spread out her wings and using her tail as lever, launched herself into the air. She gained altitude with every flap of her wings until she wasn't exactly that far up from the camp... but if a human were to look down, how their face would pale at the tiny ant like size of the camp now. It made her happy to see her troubles become so small and if she were to dive down now... Were she a wild dragon, all it would take was one roar of fire breath from above to burn them all to ashes.

She stopped flapping her wings, and in a slow free fall backwards, gravity suddenly made it's appearance. If only Gloriana could be here to feel the rush of this, was her thoughts as she left herself fall... Until finally, she opened her wings and the air caught her, pulling her back up to circle around Camp.

Despite wishing her ride was with her, Echelon was not going to be the first one to talk. No, better to make the human grovel instead.

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Sunlight flitted down through the treetops, casting a jigsaw of shadows onto the slow moving band. It had been a warm enough day, the heat having sapped much of the energy from the already worn travelers. It had been a long march, and the day was only half done. Wisely sensing the general fatigue, the leader of the pack raised a fist in the air, calling for a general halt for lunch.

Damson was doing better than many, used as he was to living on his feet. Like the other destriers in the column, he carried his rider's kit in his saddlebags. Unlike the other destriers in the column, he did not carry his rider with it. The whole arrangement was rather silly, on the face of it. Gloriana was always welcome on his back, and yet she was being forced to walk beside him. What if there was an ambush? Their hero would be worn out from walking! Couldn't count on that dragoness to protect them, she was away without leave often enough.

As the column spread out into the woods to get some relative privacy, Damson chose a spot near his rider to graze. "How are you holding up, my lady?" Damson asked, between mouthfuls. "You look as worn as after your flying lesson but without the bruises."

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Echelon had mostly been flying high overhead the caravan so that no nearby bandits would see her. And she was definitely doing a good job at, seeing as if anyone looked up. All they would see were clouds and what looked like the shadow of hawk, and not a dragon.

Echelon... Echelon can you hear me? Intruding thoughts that weren't hers or Gloriana's invaded her peace.

Echelon growled, What is it? She didn't want to answer the Wizard, Favian, but if she didn't he would keep bothering her.

"Can you come down?"

Echelon was already in a dive bomb.

A few seconds later, with a great gust of wind, she opened wings above the treeline, slowing her descent and landing quite heavily near the caravan. She shook her head and neck, disliking her rough landing...

"Ah, there you are. Thank you, uh, for coming down to speak with me... on equal footing." Favian was shifting his glasses around, not quite paying attention to the young dragon who had her back turned to him. "Why isn't, uh, your Rider with you?"

The green dragon's scales were bristling in irritation at the question. "She hasn't begged for my forgiveness about yesterday. Nor are we on speaking terms." Echelon bared her teeth, letting out a hiss whilst turning to come face to face with the Wizard who now looking at her straight on for once. He should back down, anyone would while looking at a very irritated dragon of her size. Yet, he stayed standing there.

Favian smiled, "Isn't that a bit hard, uh, especially since you share your thoughts?" His expression was still kind.


Gloriana


Gloriana had walked for the last three hours, and already her feet were beginning to hurt. She was obviously very relieved when their leader had motioned for a lunch break and was already sitting in the grass off to the side of the caravan. "How are you holding up, my lady?" Damson asked, between mouthfuls. "You look as worn as after your flying lesson but without the bruises."

Her stomach growled, loud enough to scare some nearby birds out of their bushes.

"Oh, Damson... You are the best thing that ever happened to human kind. What a world this place would be without horses to carry us around." With a fling of her arms, she was laying in the grass now, looking up at the leaves of the trees. Here, in the grass under a good deal of shade, this was actually a good moment. "Ah, I'm hungry. So hungry." Her mind was on meat, and she knew she had a nicely cooked turkey leg in her satchel... Unfortunately the satchel was on Damson. And she would have to get up to retrieve it. Something she was reluctant to do. "Hey Damson, can you lay down over by me?" She wondered if she could get him to do most of the world unknowingly... "I can get an apple out of the pack for you?"

Her bait was set... All she needed was him to lay down...

A dragon's roar split the air.

Gloriana was suddenly not so hungry anymore nor was she tired. Her blood was pumping with fear and adrenaline... but it wasn't her fear, or her adrenaline. It was Echelon's. The camp was no longer quiet as people began to run for the trees in her direction. She panicked running over to Damson to throw herself into the saddle, squeezing her thighs and motioning for Damson to run into the mob to find Echelon. "Forward!"

Echelon



Echelon roared again, this time letting out a burst of fire breath at the Witch.

The black haired witch deflected it with an incantation and a flick of her fingers, "Hah, and you call yourself a dragon!" She cackled and three of her apprentice warlocks ran around the dueling duo and went after the caravan, searching for the Rider. "You couldn't even protect your little friend there!"

Favian laid face down in the grass under Echelon, and he wasn't moving. Echelon was afraid... Afraid for her Rider and afraid to leave Favian to find her Rider. Who knew what those warlocks were capable of?

As if to answer her thoughts, a couple of the wagons suddenly went up in green flames behind her.

"Now, tell me where to find your Rider," the witch stepped forward, sparks of electricity began to fly off her fingers, "So I can rip out her heart!" With a motion, the sky suddenly turned gray and a bolt of lightning hit a raised hand of the witch, who pointed it at Echelon. She tried to prepare herself, to gather enough heat in her chest to counterattack with some fire... but she was reacting too slow.

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"Forward!"

The contrast of placid summer doldrums and the sudden fiery ambush was startling, and for a solid four seconds after Gloriana had jumped on his back the horse stood watching dumbly. But after his mind had processed the problem, he darted into action. All about men-at-arms were struggling to rearm themselves, picking up scabbards that had been discarded during lunch, racing from tree to tree to see where a spear had been left leaning, and cursing as they fumbled for the third time trying to string a bow. It was almost difficult to find a foe amidst all the confused friends.

"There, there!" a voice hissed, the nasally pitch carrying over the clamor of the camp. As Damson turned his head to locate the strange speaker, he was met with the sight of a bolt of light rapidly filling his vision. The warhorse reared, and a dart of flame narrowly missed colliding with his flailing front hooves. The fig was that about?! Another sorcerer? Of course old Favian couldn't be the only magic user out there, but it was still strange to see another one in the flesh. And of course, he had been talking to someone before his attack, so there had to be more. Well, may as well start taking care of the one he could see!

"My lady! Shield yourself behind my neck! I am going to run this one down!" Damson ordered with a snort, remembering his rider. If this bloke got off another bolt before the destrier could trample him, no use having Gloriana in the line of fire as well. As the cloaked warlock looked on, Damson charged.

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Favian


Not yet. Though the grass felt soft beneath his face, he did not feel it. Not now. Now was not the time to rest. The ancient wizard was dazed, but not incapacitated, and after a moment of calculation he got to his feet, by way of crawling through Echelon's front legs. Without a trace of fear on his face, the normally kindly wizard gave a withering glance to the witch before him.

"Katrina! You could never beat me in a straight fight and so you stoop to surprise! Call off your warlocks before you are all slaughtered!" the wizard challenged.

He was no fool, he knew the witch was unlikely to simply walk away in the midst of a heist. But the challenge gave him time to cast a charm, and in his essence he could feel the energy of the earth beneath him.

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"There, there!" Unlike Damson, Gloriana didn't understand what the speaker was until Damson was rearing and she was struggling to keep her balance. She grunted when Damson finally stamped his front back down... She angled her body so she could see the warlock better, and her blood began to boil. The screams and shouting of her fellow comrades faded into the background.

Gloriana rarely got angry, but this time... she was angry.

"My lady! Shield yourself behind my neck! I am going to run this one down!" Damson ordered. She complied, and grabbed a fistful of his mane while readying herself to keep up with his pace.


Echelon

Echelon was still trying to prepare herself for defending Favian but there was no need... Favian had regained consciousness and was now standing in front of her. "Katrina! You could never beat me in a straight fight and so you stoop to surprise! Call off your warlocks before you are all slaughtered!" the wizard challenged.

The witch, whose name was apparently Katrina, narrowed her green eyes. "Too bad for you that that bolt didn't kill you. Now I get to drag you back to the King alive... For interrogation!"

The energy in Katrina was overfilling now.

In what felt likes minutes to Echelon, she saw in great detail how the electricity seemed to pass through the Witch's arm and into midair... Then like it had a life of its own, it arced and grew, like a spider's web being thrown... straight for Echelon...

In reality this all happened in seconds... and a young dragon such as she wasn't ready to take such a direct hit.

What fire she had been preparing to blast at the witch died in her chest instantly.

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And I can hear the crickets

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Nothing was more intimidating than a war horse charging at full kilter. Nostrils flaring, legs pumping, loam flying. At least that is how Damson imagined himself from seeing other horses charge. The warlock certainly didn't do anything to change his perception. As soon as the scamp realized he was a target, he seemed to determine that he would not be able to weave whatever incantation he was working on in time. But as he began to look around for cover, the only thing he could put between himself and Damson was a tent flap. The black horse ran him down without a second thought.

After regain his hooves, he took a moment to regain his breath. "Where...are the others my lady!" he spoke between pants.

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Favian

The wizard shielded his eyes with his free hand, while simultaneously raising a earthen shield from the ground. He had known Katrina would attack brashly, but as he lowered his defenses he realized to his horror that the witch's attack had gone right past him and hit Echelon.

The dragoness was unable to take the attack, that much was clear, and Favian calculate that she would not be able to quickly recover. He clenched a fist, and set the wall of earth towards Echelon, breaking it around her so that it formed a protective ring. Still aware of his own vulnerability, he tried bluster to keep Katrina from attacking while he finished his spell.

"Never miss your chance to attack the defenseless, Katrina. Little chance you could beat a proper magician in a duel!"

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Gloriana


Gloriana hadn't seen this kind of action in awhile... Since they had stolen away with the rebel camp, when the King had sent soldiers after them to retrieve Damson. And somewhere in the back of her mind, she had the thought that maybe, she should have been more sympathetic for the poor fellow Damson ran over. Especially after the bone cracking thud she heard. No doubt it was the head of the wizard they had just knocked unconscious.

No, she wouldn't feel sympathy for these scum. All she could really feel was the anger that ran through her veins, empowering her to stay on Damson. This time, this time they weren't gonna be the ones to be saved. This time, they would do the saving!

"Where...are the others my lady!"

Gloriana looked around, seeing more devastation after another wizard blew up another wagon. "Where is Echelon!?" Now of all times, she needed her dragon and she was nowhere to be seen. "We need to find her!"


Echelon


The lightning hit the young dragon and her mind went blank.

Her whole convulsed in on itself as she let out a shrieking dragon scream.

The whole camp froze, and nearby onlookers could only watch in horror as she fell over. The ground shook softly.

The smell of burning dragon flesh is something none should ever be able to smell and yet, it filled the air. The scales on her chest had taken the direct hit, and now they were black and already starting to swell.


Gloriana


She had just pulled a small sword from her pack, raising over her head when the pain struck her, just as the scream of her dragon rang in her ears. "Aaahhh!" She screamed, dropping the sword and reins in her hands to grasp at her chest. The pain felt so real to her that she panicked, forgetting to keep her balance, she fell off of Damson's back and into the grass.

Pain from the hitting the ground went unnoticed as it was the pain of her dragon that had already brought her to her knees mentally. She moaned trying to open her eyes, to mentally feel for the other brain that had attached itself to her when the egg had hatched.

Echelon!

No response except for white stars behind her eyelids. She opened her eyes, feeling hollow as she tried to stand. "Damson! We need... To find Echelon..." She reached for her horse blindly.




"Never miss your chance to attack the defenseless, Katrina. Little chance you could beat a proper magician in a duel!"

The witch, Katrina cackled at the sight of the downed dragon behind Favian. "Hah! You actually have the nerve to say that!? Weren't you supposed to protect her? But oh, poor Favian, always failing to save those he swore to protect."

Katrina's eyes sparkled with malice, as she raised her hand to grab and hold another lightning bolt.

The lightning this time leaped too quickly for the naked eye to see, but Katrina could feel it in her palm waiting to strike in seconds.

"Proper magicians always lose the fight that matter most!" She made a throwing motion with her hand at Favian and the lightning became visible again, sizzling bright white with energy.

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Damson

The scream of Gloriana and her fall from his back alarmed Damson, only able to assume the worst in the midst of battle. Had she been hit by an archer? One of those goons casting a spell?! He turned about to see her lying on the ground, outwardly unscathed, but moaning as if she did not know that. He lowered his great head near her own, and was relieved when she opened hers. But there was no recognition.

"Damson! We need... To find Echelon..."


She began to swing about wildly, as if she was looking to pull herself up on something. Damson crouched down, lowering himself so she would not have to climb to remount. As concerned as he was for her, there was little staying in the middle of a battle would help. He'd get her out of here.

"Come on then, my lady. Grab my mane if your too out of sorts to managed the bridle. Hang on!" he ordered, dispensing with pleasantries. As soon as she was aboard, he'd get her out of danger. That dragoness was more than capable of flying or fending for herself.

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Favian

The spell Favian had been creating to protect Echelon had almost been complete, but Favian's time was up. His ruse had not bought him enough time.

"Proper magicians always lose the fight that matter most!"

All that Favian could raise to defend himself was a trembling hand, which did little to stop the bolt of lightning that pierced it to his chest. The world went black.

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Gloriana


Gloriana could faintly hear her steed, "Come on then, my lady. Grab my mane if your too out of sorts to managed the bridle. Hang on!" And in the background, she could hear the screams of people running and the shouting of of the few rebels trying to fight begin to fade. It was all replaced with a ringing in her ears when a nearby explosion of fire went off, and she flinched, hiding her face in Damson's mane.

She didn't know how she found the strength to lift herself onto his back, but in seconds, she was on his back with her fingers twined into his mane. Echelon, where are you?


Echelon


Echelon's body laid on the ground where it had fell, smoke still rising from the point on her chest where the lightning bolt had hit her.

Echelon, where are you?

A warming thought full of sunshine, followed by the scent of cool dirt pulled her from what dark sleep had been upon her. Her nostrils flared suddenly, but she let no outward sign show of her awakened state. Relying on her sense of hearing, she could tell Favian was no longer standing, and Katrina was still alive.

"Hah! I win, I finally get my title back!" The cackling of the witch, was followed by footsteps coming closer to the downed dragon, stopping several claw lengths away. In front of Favian's dead body? No, Echelon could still faintly feel Favian's consciousness... Was he faking it? Just like she was?

"Time to let the King know."

Echelon's pain had already made her body feel ridiculously heavy but those words, they brought her down just a few more notches.

Katrina


Katrina pulled off her one and only necklace, a green emerald jewel with a golden chain. She held the jewel face up, pointing it at the dark sky. She whispered some words at the jewel, until finally, it glowed a golden light that rose from it's center up until it was level with her eyes. An audible sound hummed gently as the light became a visible ring of sparks, on the inside of it, a picture was painted growing with the ring until it was the size of an oblong plate.

Inside the ring, what had looked like a painting was actually the dark figure of the King himself looking back at Katrina. "My patience is waning, Katrina."

Katrina bowed her head, and then spoke, "My King, I have killed the betrayer wizard and now seek your counsel on what to do with the dragon."

The dark figure smiled, "Is she still alive?"

Katrina nodded.

"I have no use for a living dragon; bring me her heart and scales."

Echelon


Once Echelon heard those words, she could stay down no longer. She arose quickly, using her tail to lift the witch up by her ankles into the air.

She roared fiercely, at the communication jewel that Katrina had been using, showing the dark king her fierce face before breathing fire on it, destroying the connection.