Legon Restoration (2 page)

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Iselin lost more altitude, being driven towards the sea below. One of the two dragons that had attacked her sent a jet of emerald flames, scorching her right side. Her healing wards were all but gone and she winced in pain. She turned to look at a blue dragon as its tail lashed out; she screamed as her front left leg broke. Blood drained from her unchecked as the last of her magic was spent.
 

Time slowed, she could no longer feel Legon or Sasha,
they must be dead,
she thought. She knew she would be soon as well. One of her attackers, a green dragon, seemed to sneer at her as its body glowed with a spell that ran up its length, turning into a ball of energy that hurtled its way towards her. Her mind didn't even register the flickers of ruby and lavender that surrounded her. Her vision went amethyst. Confused, she looked around.
 

From above she heard a deafening roar. She looked up to the cloud covered cliffs and from the mist a figure dropped. Still her mind was not working at full speed; Iselin could hardly understand what she was seeing. A massive form of a lavender dragon dove down at them. Two minds reconnected with hers, both a tangle of rage. A figure detached from the back of her husband, a beautiful Elf with long brown hair waving behind her. Seeing what dragons could see, Iselin took in the girl cocooned in a nimbus of ruby energy. The energy around the girl condensed into an orb that shot from her hand, streaking by Iselin. There was a crack of magic on ward and time resumed normal speed. Iselin turned, seeing the blue dragon tumble in space its wards glowing hot. It corrected itself as three more ruby spells hit it. In the next moment, she looked to the green dragon, a jet of emerald flames spewing up at Legon. He opened his maw and a torrent of violate fire erupted from him, pushing back the green fire with little effort. The two dragons hit, sending them down further. There was a wet snap and the sound of something getting the wind knocked out of it. Iselin thought the green dragon must have broken a bone when Legon hit it.
 

Sasha's mind boiled with anger and spoke to her. "Ise you need to focus. We have to hold this thing until my brother is done killing the other one. You keep yourself in the air, I will deal with the filth," her mind said with an edge Iselin had never heard from Sasha.
 

She felt something touch down on her back, which immediately starting sending spells at the blue dragon. Iselin felt her heart race with energy from Sasha, dulling pain and steadying her in the sky. From Sasha's mind she felt rivers of power, but she couldn't focus on that at the moment, she needed to stay alive.
 

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Legon looked down at Sasha's unconscious form. He could see from the ever growing cloud of ruby energy emanating from her body that she was very alive. Her heart beat was increasing and her chest rose and fell fast.
What is it, Sash
, his mind sent; but her mind was closed to him, a strange alien feeling. Her body didn't look the same as it had before, she was an Elf now. Her eye lids fluttered and slowly opened.
 

Legon's heart stopped for a moment. Sasha's once blue eyes were no longer blue. Her corneas didn't sparkle with flecks of red as if she were Ascended; but rather were ruby mirrors, the natural blue color completely gone. Before Legon could think anymore she smiled up at him, reaching up pulling herself to his nose and kissing it.
 

Legon heard what sounded like rocks grind as he chuckled at her. Her mind connected with him and aside from a feeling of immense joy he felt power in her; it was like when Iselin was in her Ascended form but Sasha was no dragon. "It looks like I'm going to be stuck with you a bit longer," he said.

She smiled again. "Yes," she laughed.
 

Their moment was interrupted by the sound of a dragon’s scream. Both tensed, remembering;
ISELIN!
 
Sasha's mind went from joy to fear to anger, an anger like the type Legon had never felt. She was on her feet, Legon looked over to where Emma and Mage lay; Emma crawling, dragging her broken leg, Mage out cold. With a shrug of his magic Emma and Mage glowed purple as their injuries healed instantly. Legon sent a mental message to his, Iselin's and Mage's familiars telling them to protect Mage and Emma.
 

Emma looked amazed but Legon didn't have time, Sasha leapt on his back without effort. Legon ran at the cliff spreading his wings, he'd been told that dragons knew how to fly by instinct and he hoped that was true. His wings drove down and he jumped into the air. He felt a temporary sense of joy as he lifted into space. With two powerful strokes of his wings he was clearing the cliff. The cloud was dense but he could hear his wife being killed below him. Both he and Sasha placed wards around Iselin, almost at once Legon felt the wards being tested.
 

"That was like getting hit by a toddler," Sasha said, amazed feeling the little energy Legon had needed to repel the attack.

Legon dove snapping his wings to his sides. The cloud parted and both he and Sasha's rage flared seeing Iselin's extensive injuries. Iselin was barely keeping herself in the sky; blood poured from her and her leg was broken. Legon roared, causing Iselin and her attackers to look up.
 

"I'll hold the blue one!" Sasha thought to him leaping from his back and sending a ball of magic at the blue Iumenta. Legon bore down on the green one; it breathed emerald fire at him. He responded with flames of his own, feeling the other dragon’s magic buckle. He slammed into the green dragon, sending them plummeting to the ocean. It bit at him but it was so small compared to Legon. Without effort Legon clamped his jaws at the base of the Iumenta's neck, feeling his mouth fill with a wonderful, sweet, tangy blood. The dragon roared and Legon reached with his front paw grabbing the dragon’s wing at the base. With all his might he ripped with his paw and pulled with his jaws. The dragon howled in pain as Legon heard a slurping pop as the wing came loose from its joint and flesh ripped away from bone. The wing tore away taking strips of back muscle with it. Legon kicked the green dragon sending its body, now missing a wing, to knock against the sheer cliff, thudding to the jagged rocks and surf below. He tossed the wing he was holding and started to ascend to Iselin and Sasha.
 

Legon strained to climb to where Iselin was dodging attacks from the blue dragon. Sasha was doing her best to defend with magic but could only spare so much energy to keep the exhausted Iselin in the air. Legon pushed harder, gaining altitude with more and more ease. The blue dragon looked at him, fear on its face. Legon didn't bother with charging it but rather let energy run down him and out in a blast of magic. The dragon’s head burst from the spell; sending bone, flesh and teeth in every direction.
 

Legon came along side his wife; seeing her hurt tore at him, he closed his eyes sending healing spells her way. She yelped in surprise and he opened his eyes, seeing that there was no longer a scratch on her. She looked at him in amazement, never before had she seemed small to him, but she did now.

"Are you ok?" he asked, still concerned.

Her thoughts were warm, "Yes, I am now." She paused, looking at him, "Look at you... I've never seen a class eight before." She was silent for a moment. "Did you see him?" she asked.

Legon knew she was referring to the White Dragon. "Yes, and you were right it was truly sacred, he spoke to me..."
 

She stopped him. "You don't have to share that."

"I want to; you have the right to know."
 

Legon played her his memories of when he spoke with the White Dragon, how he'd confirmed that Legon was indeed the Everser Vald. She was silent for some time, he became concerned. "Are you ok?" he asked.

She shook her head. "Yes. So it's true you really are the Everser Vald, I mean I always believed you were, but knowing..."
 

They turned out to sea and Legon heard thumping of wings in the distance. He looked to see formations of Ascended heading towards them, as they drew close he started to hear them. Roars and bugles of celebration as Opes and Sydin drew in next to him and Iselin.
 

Sydin looked him up and down. "We need to confirm it, but you're an eight. How does it feel?" he asked.

"How does what feel?" Legon hedged.

"Being Ascended," Sydin said.

Legon took a moment to think about it. How did it feel? "Amazing, I've seen and felt through Ise's eyes and controlled the bodies of birds, but never like this. The wind in my wings, the feeling of power..." he looked over at Sydin and without warning headed towards him. Sydin dodged him with ease.
 

"Whoa, sorry about that," Legon said.

Sydin and Opes laughed, as did the growing group of Ascended around them.
 
"Flying is natural,” Opes said, “flying with confidence and skill, on the other hand, is not. We are going to a Carrier. I am sorry Un Prosa we just can't risk you being in Noris."

Legon didn't understand his apprehension. "OK, is there something I should know?" Iselin's thoughts of
you have to land
gave him a clue. Carrier landings where supposed to be hard to master with the ship moving and all, but Legon thought he had it. Iselin did it all the time and he was connected to her.

"I wouldn't hold your breath love," she said and then corrected, "actually, maybe holding your breath is a good idea..."
 

"Please, I'm not going to fall in the water. Come on guys, I got this. How hard can it be?" Legon said confidently.

Sasha piped up. "I don't know, I mean look at how small that thing is," she said thinking of the Carrier in the distance.

From far out it did look small, but he knew it was massive and built to hold a class eight; he'd be fine... he thought. The ship came closer and Legon didn't think it was looking all that much bigger.

“Not so cocky now, huh?” Iselin thought.

"Aren't you supposed to be supportive?"

"I'm your wife. In what way does that obligate be to be supportive? My job is to tell you when you screw up."
 

"Fair," he said.

Sydin broke in, "OK, now Legon when you come up to the ship you need to slow down, it's going to come at you fast. You need to almost stop mid air and then touch down with your back legs, got it?"

The ship was coming up a little fast, "Yeah, yeah I got this, don't worry; easy."

He could see Elves in the dragon hold he'd be landing in; they were looking at him with pride and excitement.
 

"Legon, you want to slow down now..." Opes said.

"Right, right... slow down..."
 

The Elves on the ship didn't look so excited anymore and he thought,
are they running
? The ship was closing in fast. How was he supposed to slow down? He thought he heard screams from the ship... it was right in front of him now. He reared up, opening his wings wide, slowing rapidly. He was going to make it right in the opening, he wobbled in the air. A swell came, the ship moved up with it and WHAM!
 

Most of Legon hit the hull of the ship with a dull thud, his upper body hit the floor of the hold, while Elves were screaming and running around. Legon dug his claws in the floor trying to keep from... SPLASH! The water felt good, he wasn't going to lie; but his pride? Not so good. He could hear the thoughts of every Ascended in the area laughing or trying not to laugh, most found it inappropriate to laugh at the Head of a House but he just flew into the side of a ship. Everyone's nerves had been on edge with the battle, nerves that were now releasing;
at least you helped with morale
. The water around him glowed with black and red magic from Sydin and Opes as they hoisted him up to the dragon hold. Legon clambered inside. He was so thankful that scales didn't show blushing.
 

Legon stood in the hold trying to retain what little dignity he had left. A quick spell dried him and the area.

Iselin was in her Elf form walking up to him, so were Sydin and Opes. Sasha followed Iselin. Up to this point no one had noticed her, but people were starting to. The Elves grew silent as she passed them. Opes and Sydin turned to look at her.

"Sasha?" Sydin asked looking dumbstruck.

Sasha wasn't covered in scales that hid a blush, and seeing everyone look at her she turned red with embarrassment. "Yes it's me..." she said timidly, a tone in her voice Legon knew all too well. His heart sank; it was the same tone she used to the people in Salmont when she knew they were talking about her.
 

Opes approached her with a crystal that would test for magic. She took it not looking him in the eyes; it lit up.

He spoke to the hushed room. "Class six in a fully Ascended form, Elemental. Only someone in their Ascended form can score this high, but you look like an Elf now," he said flatly.

Legon could feel her emotions, her fear. "I'm a freak?" she asked almost like she was going to cry.

Opes raised his brows and the Elves in the room looked amazed, Sydin spoke, "Not a freak, a miracle."

She looked up at him, "How is that, how can you think that?"

Legon spoke so the whole room could hear him, "Because the White Dragon doesn't make freaks. Think about what he told you, does he think you're a freak?"

Her head lifted and she smiled a bit. "He loves me."
 

"And so do we," one of the Elves in the hold said. Sasha looked around the room as if seeing the Elves for the first time and smiled.

Legon noticed Opes next to him. "Legon?" he said holding the crystal. Legon bent his neck and touched the stone, it lit bright green. Opes exclaimed in a loud voice, "Class eight, Biologic!" The sound on the ship was deafening, the dragons in the air roared and word passed from vessel to vessel. Magic flew in the air bursting like fireworks. For the first time in two thousand years the Pawdin Empire had a class eight Ascended.