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Dawn of the Dragon	By : RotSeele Category: +S through Z > World of Warcraft Views: 3875 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Karidormi soared over the breakwater as she headed into the Howling Fjord. She chose to keep flying, though her wings were tired from flying across the ocean. She'd been able to rest here and there, riding on waves or finding a small rock that was stubbornly clinging to the last vestiges of life against the raging sea. She would rest soon, she told herself. If she didn't, she was liable to fall from the sky.
She soared up the cliffs and angled herself toward the Dragonblight. Eventually, she glided toward the ground and alighted on a grassy patch, away from anything and anyone. Slowly, she transformed, wincing as pain flared in her chest. Though the worst of it had healed, her skin was still bruised and irritated. That fact alone had her questioning things, such as if it was really true that the flights had lost their more powerful powers at the time of Deathwing's demise, such as being able to travel the timeways. If it was still possible for bronze dragons, like Karidormi herself, to be affected by errant currents of time, then certainly it still fell to them to investigate the strange occurrences. Didn't it? Karidormi wasn't really sure, herself. Many of the bronze flight had gone to live at the Caverns of Time, or the Bronze Dragonshrine. Few had gone to pursue other interests, like Chromie and Kairoz, but they were the exception. Most dragons didn't know what to do now, since their entire lives had been practically written for them since the day they had hatched. The reds guarded life; the blues guarded magic; the bronzes guarded time; the greens guarded the Emerald Dream; and the blacks... Well. Everyone knew that story. She supposed that the hatchling, Wrathion, was the luckiest of all dragons, since he'd never had a taste of what it was like to have the powers of the Titans.
Speaking of Wrathion...
Karidormi stretched her arms above her head and sighed. There were rumors about the hatchling Black Prince, rumors that he was playing with dangerous magic and seeking power. She didn't know if there was any truth to the rumors, but she knew Wrathion could be dangerous if he wanted to, and the friendship he had fostered with Prince Anduin Wrynn was most certainly something to be watched. Still, it wasn't any of Karidormi's concern what Wrathion chose to do, though she knew his life would be a hard one. There were no more black dragons, after all.
"Time to go." Karidormi whispered to herself. She rose and changed forms, launching into the air once more. She angled herself for the Dragonblight, and a home she hadn't really called home for a number of years. The Bronze Dragonshrine was as strange to her as the rest of Azeroth, because most of her years had been spent in the Caverns of Time, learning how to control the powers she'd possessed then. She was still young, in dragon years, so she hadn't fully come into her powers before they were taken from her. Of course, she'd known something was wrong - the elder dragons, like her sister Asyadormi, had suddenly stopped their usual motions, standing stone still before looking around like they had lost something incredibly important. Later, Karidormi would understand that the loss of their powers meant a loss of many dragons' sense of self. They had no idea what to do with themselves because they had been doing the same thing for years and had never thought of doing anything else. For the younger dragons, like Karidormi, it meant freedom in ways they had never thought possible.
She watched as the lush terrain of Howling Fjord gave way to the grey waste of the Dragonblight. She angled her wings and rose higher. She was able to see the shadows of the skeletons of long dead dragons, all facing the monstrous skeleton of Galakrond, the Father of all dragons. She didn't know why the dying dragons did such a thing. Was it to honor their ancestor? Or was it for another reason? Karidormi pushed it from her thoughts as she saw the Bronze Dragonshrine rapidly approaching in the distance. She flapped her wings and soared higher, flying right over the ring of mountains that protected the Bronze Dragonshrine.
She saw several older dragons sitting on different peaks, all looking down at the sandy bottom of the shrine. There, sitting as regal as she'd ever seen him, was her father, Nozdormu. Karidormi tilted her wings and made her descent. She leaned back, filled her wings with air, and came to a hopping halt before him.
"Father," Karidormi said softly.
Nozdormu angled his head to look at the smaller dragon. "Karidormi."
She smiled, moving closer to him. "I need to speak with you about something. Privately, if we could."
Nozdormu craned his neck, considering for a long moment. Then finally, he nodded. His form slowly shrank until he stood below her as an elf male. Karidormi did the same, assuming her smaller form. She approached him then, smiling. "Father-"
"What is it you need to speak to me about?" Nozdormu asked, his voice still raspy like sand falling.
Karidormi swallowed. Lately, Nozdormu hadn't been himself. He'd been more irritable than usual. "Well... I had a dream the other night and-"
"You came to speak to me about a dream? That is Ysera's realm, not mine."
"Would you just listen? Why are you such a grump?" Karidormi asked hotly. Her fists clenched when Nozdormu turned a burning gold gaze on her. "I know it's been difficult since you lost your powers, but that's no excuse for taking it out on me! I need your help! And you're my sire, so the least you can do is just listen to me!"
Nozdormu blinked. He craned his neck up to look at a large female bronze that had alighted on a nearby cliff. Karidormi didn't need to look to know that the newly arrived dragon was her mother. Finally, Nozdormu looked back at Karidormi. "Yes. You're right. I'm sorry."
Sure you are, Karidormi thought bitterly. Still, she squared her shoulders. "I want to know if it's possible to cross time in dreams. I had a dream where Go'el became corrupted, like Deathwing. He had lost control of the Earth Warder's powers, and he swore to destroy everything on Azeroth to alleviate his pain. Then he did this to me." Karidormi pulled down the collar of her dress as far as she could to show Nozdormu the bruised flesh where Go'el had punched through her chest.
Nozdormu studied the bruise for some time. He remained quiet, considering his words. Finally, he looked at her face. "Tell me exactly what happened."
Smiling a relieved smile, Karidormi told him everything. She told him about the volcano in Ashenvale, the deaths of the shaman and of Aggra, the appearance Go’el had taken. She told him every word Go’el had said, then described how Go’el had hurt her. "Then I woke up on the ledge I'd chosen to sleep on, and my chest still had the wound he had given me in my dream."
Nozdormu cupped his chin with one hand as he considered the young dragon's words. Karidormi hoped he knew exactly what was going on. She believed that Nozdormu would know exactly what to do, that he would be able to help prevent whatever calamity was heading toward them now. Then the former Aspect of Time let out a gusty sigh. "This is what you saw?"
"Everything."
"It's been three years since our power was sacrificed to save the world, and three years since Go’el took up the mantle of Earth Warder. Nothing has happened since then, save for some internal strife within the Horde. It was just a dream, child."
"But!"
"But nothing!" Nozdormu spat, face twisting in anger. "You aren't the first to come to me concerned that the future is in danger because of something you saw in a dream!"
"But my wound-"
"You said you fell off the cliff. You probably were injured then, and didn't notice it. Go’el is stronger than Deathwing - he won't fall prey to the whisperings of the Old Gods like that black monster did. You worry over nothing."
"Shouldn't it merit at least a small investigation?" Karidormi asked, her tone angry and desperate. He didn't believe her! Why didn't he believe her?
"If I investigated everyone's dream of a possible future I wouldn't get any rest! It was merely a dream Karidormi. A dream. Dreams mean nothing. You didn't cross time. You were merely worried about what sort of things a mortal Earth Warder would do, and so your subconscious gave you an answer. Our powers are gone, child."
"This was real!" Karidormi protested. She reached for Nozdormu, as if her touch would make him see that she was truly concerned.
Nozdormu smacked her hand away and bared his teeth. "No, it was a dream! It has no bearing on reality! Put it out of your head and go back to whatever it was you were doing before you came to bother me. I have my own concerns to tend to."
"I always knew you were too concerned over other things to listen when someone came to you with a genuine problem." Karidormi spat. "Now that you lost something that wasn't even yours in the first place, you're sulking like a spoiled child. I don't know what happened there and I never will, but I know that when a child comes to a parent with a problem, the parent should help them."
Nozdormu transformed so fast that Karidormi barely had time to leap back and transform herself. Nozdormu thrust his face into hers, eyes narrowed in that scaly visage. "What do you know of sacrifice?" He roared. "You know nothing!"
"And you would do nothing!" She roared back. "Why? Because the world now belongs to "mortals"? What difference is there between mortals and dragons? Don't we all live in the same world? Don't we all suffer when there's a threat to Azeroth?"
"Our time is over." Nozdormu growled. "There is nothing more we dragons can do."
"Who the hell decided that?!" Karidormi shouted. She flared her wings and tamped down her hind legs to shove off into the air. Her wings drove down, kicking up sand. She pushed herself higher in the sky. "We're part of this world too! Do we stop having responsibility once our powers are stripped from us?"
"Ware your tone, hatchling!" Nozdormu roared. "We are no longer part of the coalition that needs to defend the mortal world! This time, the mortal races must solve their own problems now. If every dragon came to me spouting their dreams of supposed prophecy, I would never get any rest. And then I would have to make sure that there aren't murders based on what people believe is going to be the future. A dream is just a dream, Karidormi! It has nothing to do with reality. Now go. Be gone from here until you learn proper respect!"
"Who would ever respect an old xenophobic proto-drake like you?" Karidormi spat angrily. She launched higher into the sky, then winged out of sight before Nozdormu - or her mother - could call her back.
Karidormi flew as hard as she could, winging away from the Bronze Dragonshrine. She felt so... so... so betrayed! Why didn't he believe her? Why didn't he want to do anything? She flew until her wings hurt, then glided down toward the ground. She touched down, then looked behind her. There was no pursuit. Karidormi wasn't sure if she was relieved or upset by that.
She assumed her smaller form and started to walk, not really caring for the direction. She just had to move, to get her thoughts in order.
Karidormi let out a long sigh. Maybe she had been a little too hasty. After all, there was no solid evidence - besides the wound on her chest, anyway - so there really was no reason for Nozdormu to believe her. Even still, she had expected something. Sympathy. Or at least reassurance that she wasn't going crazy. She hadn't expected him to blow up like that though. She'd expected him to listen, to say something along the lines of “well, let's just check this out." not "you're making something out of nothing shut up."
Karidormi clenched her fists and pressed them against her thighs. Nozdormu would never help her now, not even to make sure what she experienced truly was a dream and not a portent of the future. But he'd had a point, when he'd said that if everyone who had an assumed "prophetic" dream acted on it, then there would be people dying left and right for nothing. Still, it pissed her off some that Nozdormu wouldn't even consider looking into it.
There was nothing else to do about it then. She was on her own. Karidormi took a deep breath, then changed shape. As she took to the sky, Karidormi decided she'd investigate on her own. If she found her dream was nothing but that - a dream - then she would go to Nozdormu and apologize, tell him he was right, and beg for forgiveness. Of course, if she discovered she wasn't wrong...
Well.
Karidormi pushed her wings harder.
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