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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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Twenty-Six
Wrathion woke slowly, his eyes adjusting to the murky darkness surrounding him. He felt oddly heavy, lethargic, and he slowly stretched his arms and legs to determine where he was. His first discovery was that his legs and arms were bound with heavy rope. He'd deal with it later. His fingers encountered solid rock that felt sooty, and the smell of bodies and blood filled his nose. He also smelled acrid smoke, as though someone had been burning torches inside an enclosed space and hadn't bothered to air the space after putting them out. There was another smell, too, one that he was incredibly familiar with - dragons.
He opened his eyes fully and they adjusted quickly, and soon he was able to make out that he was in a cave, in a small dent that had been turned to a makeshift prison. There weren't any bars, per se, but Wrathion could sense that he wasn't alone. He managed to roll onto his back and then sit up. He paused to listen for approach, then turned his attention to the ropes binding his arms and legs. Simple rope, thick and hairy, meant for temporary restraining. They would be easy to break. Just a little pressure and...
Lightning sizzled up his arms as he strained on the rope, entering his brain and turning his body rigid. He convulsed, mouth open in a silent cry. In a few seconds it was over, and Wrathion collapsed on the ground, sucking in huge gasps of air.
"Won't do that again, now will you?"
Wrathion arched his neck to stare at the girl he'd been with before all of this had happened. Her crimson eyes seemed to glow in the murky dark. There were fresh bruises on her face, and dried blood along her hairline. Her black hair hung limply over her shoulders, giving her the appearance of a beaten child. She, too, was bound by the same thick, hairy rope as he was.
"The rope," she explained with an irritating air of superiority, "is designed to discharge electricity if you try to remove it."
"Seems like a goblin invention." Wrathion replied.
The girl's brow lifted. "So you've encountered this before?"
"No." Wrathion groaned as he sat up. He turned to face the girl. "I'm just very used to goblin inventions."
"Right."
"Why do I get the feeling you think I'm lying?"
The girl shrugged. "Maybe you're just very insecure." She bared her teeth in a feral smile. "You are a little kid, after all."
Wrathion narrowed his eyes until they looked like glowing embers in the dark. "I'm not a little kid!"
"Oh really? Sure could've fooled me. I mean, the way you acted back there, fighting that big old meany of an Orc with your magic powers, that was just sooo little kid. Look at me! I've got fancy powers! Yeah, let's use them and bring the whole damn platoon running to our location!"
Wrathion scowled. "You could've helped me."
Now she scowled. "In case you don't remember, I told you to go away. But you didn't listen, gods know why, and now we're here. This is the last place I wanted to be."
"Where is this place?"
The girl raised an eyebrow. "You don't know? Seriously? You're one of us, and you don't know?"
One of us. Those words resonated over and over again in Wrathion's mind. He felt his chest tighten and wondered if he had the courage to ask her what it was exactly she meant. She could've meant it as something benign; a freedom fighter's expression. She might not even really be... But if she was... Wrathion looked at her. He really looked at her this time. "You're a black dragon, aren't you?"
Her smile was razor ice. "You're really unobservant, aren't you?"
Verbal quicksand. Wrathion glowered at her. "Why do you have to be such a bitch? I'm only asking a question."
She smiled, and this smile was more sad than anything else. "Sorry. Guess it's in my nature. Black dragons aren't exactly loved out here, and we're hunted either to extinction or to be made into slaves. We didn't survive as long as we have by being nice. Ruthless, but never nice."
Wrathion nodded, knowing exactly what she meant. Hadn't his life been much the same? Escaping the clutches of those who wanted to use him, destroying those who wanted to destroy him. Hell, he'd even committed genocide by having every black dragon just slightly touched by Deathwing's corruption killed. He hadn't even known there were other black dragons living somewhere else. "I'm Wrathion."
She looked at him with sanguine eyes. "Tyrannia. But everyone calls me Tyra."
"Nice to meet you, Tyra."
"I wish I could say the same, Wrathion." Tyra's eyes flicked to the entrance of their cage. "We're kind of in a bad way right now. Which is your fault, you know."
"Don't be such a bitch. I'm sorry, okay?" Wrathion hissed out a breath. "So why don't you enlighten me then? Because you're the first black dragon I've met in Outland that isn't dead, enslaved, or completely insane."
Tyra regarded him silently for a long moment. Then she finally said, "This place is a breeding factory for black dragons. It's always been this way. But up until a few years ago, the whelps born here were always weak and sickly, and died young. Some even died in their eggs. The few of us who managed to grow up and retain some semblance of self and intelligence escaped here and managed to scratch a living out of the mountains in places no one could reach us. So my tiny flight have been here, fighting against these bastards in hopes of freeing more hatchlings and trying to give them a good life. And then you came and screwed it all up."
Wrathion scowled at her. "Are you ever going to stop reminding me of how much of a failure I am?"
"Maybe when you prove you're not a failure."
Wrathion rolled his eyes. If this was what it was like having a sister, he was perfectly fine being an only child. "How many are there? In your flight, I mean."
Tyra smiled gently, the first kind smile he'd seen her make. "Four. There's me, my brother, Irritanion, and our older brother and sister, Sadirion and Athena."
"Athena? Strange name for a black dragon."
"That's what her name is."
"I was just saying-"
"I know."
Wrathion looked again at his bindings. "So how do we get out of here?"
Before Tyra could reply, there was the heavy tromp of boots on stone. It grew louder and louder until a huge shadow loomed in the murk beyond the dim light of their cave. Wrathion saw Tyra retreat as far as she could away from the entrance, as if she could make herself disappear into the darkness. For the first time since he'd met her, he finally saw true fear in her eyes. Then the shadow filled the threshold and Wrathion could make out the features of a massive Orc, one dressed in scale and hide armor, who had a whip tied at one hip and a massive sword at the other. He was bald, with scars covering his face and skull. Broken tusks jutted out from his lower lip and his skin was a sooty green.
"So, you're the ones stirring up trouble, eh?" His voice was deep and gravelly, like he'd chewed a bunch of boulders but never could quite swallow them down. "Ah, Tyrannia... I see we've finally managed to get you back."
Tyra's lips parted to bare her teeth. "It's a shame my sister didn't kill you when she freed me, Korvek. With how ugly you are now, you should've just joined your ancestors."
Korvek grinned sharply, revealing yellow teeth. "I won't die until Athena's head is mounted on my trophy wall. Believe me, whelp, she'll get hers. You, on the other hand... I've got plans for you."
Wrathion saw Tyra pale. He shifted just slightly, and Korvek's attention snapped to him. The Orc stared at him like Wrathion was a well-cooked piece of meat. Wrathion narrowed his eyes and tried to look threatening.
Bad idea, really.
Korvek crossed the distance between them in three strides, grabbed Wrathion around the neck and hauled him up so he was staring into Korvek's piercing yellow eyes. "And you," Korvek growled, "you're Azerothian aren't you?"
Wrathion choked and struggled. It did little good. Korvek dropped him back to the floor, then moved over toward Tyra. Wrathion saw her cowering back and hated himself because he couldn't do anything to protect her.
From somewhere out in the cavern there was an echo of a yell, then utter silence. Korvek paused in his advance to look at the mouth of their prison and frowned deeply. Then he started toward the threshold and peered out. After a beat of silence, he turned back to Wrathion and Tyra. "I hope you enjoy your stay here, whelps. I'm going to make sure it's memorable."
Then he was gone.
Wrathion shifted as best he could to sit up again and then tried to scoot closer to Tyra. She was as white as a sheet, her crimson eyes clouded as she stared after the huge scarred Orc. Wrathion figured it was all she could do not to start crying.
"Who is he?" Wrathion croaked out when he was close enough.
Tyra shuddered. "Korvek... He's the task master around here. Well, the new one, anyway. He makes sure the eggs hatch and any females grow to... Well... You know." Tyra swallowed hard. "When my brother and I hatched, Athena attacked. Her and Sadirion flew in here like Deathwing himself was after them. They tore the place to pieces, filled the halls with fire, and grabbed all the hatchlings they could. Korvek tried to stop Athena, but she's like an avalanche. She tore him to pieces."
"She sounds amazing." Wrathion wondered if Athena, like Tyra, had escaped Deathwing's madness. It occurred to him that she, and Sadirion, must be at least drakes, if not older. To have survived so long, long enough to grow into their full might, meant that they were survivors.
"Were they born here in Outland?"
Tyra shook her head. "No... Deathwing brought them over when they were really small whelps. Fresh from hatching. Athena says he brought them here to grow up so one day they'd return and serve him, but then they were abandoned here when the gronn started killing the black dragons."
Wrathion was quiet for some time. Then he lifted his wrists toward his mouth and began to chew on the knots binding him. Tyra looked at him strangely. Wrathion smirked at her. "I've lived a good portion of my young life at the mercy of others, and I decided I’d never live like that again. So I'm going to get free, one way or another."
After another moment of pondering him, Tyra lifted her wrists and began to chew on her knots.
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