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Memories	By : Asirainis Category: +A through F > Dragon Quest/ Dragon Warrior Views: 1615 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter Forty Three: The Lord Of The Dragovians
He growled as he demanded, "Why do humans dare to appear before me?"
Airlia glared at him as she said, "Not all of us are truly full blooded humans, now are we?"
He roared as he lashed out at her, but a scrambling Marcello pushed her out of the way. The dragon growled out, "Perhaps to offer themselves as sacrifices! Very well. Your wish is granted!" Airlia rolled with Marcello holding onto her as they continued to move out of the way of his fiery path as Draco lashed out at the beast, knowing what Airlia said made perfect sense to him. He shot out quickly with his sword, making the dragon scream in agony! Airlia focused on it, looking for the look of sanity to seep into his vision before she could make her move. Alistair, Angelo and Marcello shot their arrows into the skies, to make the attack a perfect storm of arrow rain! Jessica lashed at him twice with her whip, a move she called twin dragon lash.
When it struck, she saw it! The light in his eyes! She called out to him, "Dragovian Lord! It's me, don't you remember? You came to me for help in my dreams because your own people couldn't strike back against you to bring you out of your insanity!" She called out to him again, pulling his attention as he roared loudly. He was on the verge of breaking through, but, as luck would have it, his tail thrashed near her, breaking some of the ground beneath her.
She grabbed wildly for some of the protruding rock as fear raced through her veins, turning her blood to ice as she cried out his name, "Marcello!" He looked over as his face drained of all color while he raced to grab her grasping hands. She managed to grab hold of a rock – but it was quickly slipping as the rock dug into her hand, making her bleed. As her grip slipped, she felt her heart freeze as a gloved hand grabbed her wrist. She looked up to see the dark haired man with determined sapphire blue eyes grip her tightly, his arm fully extended as he sought to save the woman he held deeply to his heart.
He felt tears start to prick his eyes as he gasped out, "Please… you must hold on Airlia!" He bellowed out into the air, to draw the attention of the others to the plight that Airlia was in, "Angelo, Alistair, I need you both to help me!" She grasped his wrist tightly, even as blood trickled down their arms from her hand when it hit her hard about how he felt for her… Even then as his eyes watered even more with the thought of almost losing her, a tear hit her cheek, startling her from her thoughts.
Looking up, she saw more tears running down his cheeks as he said, "I'm going to save you Airlia… Just hold onto me!" She nodded as she tried to climb, using his arm to keep her from falling further. Suddenly two other hands joined his, gripping her other free arm as they started to try and pull her up. Everything finished quite quickly when Yangus came over to Marcello's side, gripped her small arm in his meaty hand and pulled up quite easily. As she came rushing up, she found herself in the grateful embrace of Marcello as he pressed her tightly to him while he looked around at all of the friends he made, even if it were a bit late in life because of his stubborn attitude for most of the journey. He felt a debt of gratitude to everyone more so than he could ever hope to express or explain.
He frowned at the deep gash in her hand as he grabbed a cloth to wipe away any dirt or rocks there. Once it was cleaned, he grabbed some herbs and the small mortar and pestle that she always kept on hand. Making the paste, he used some of the remaining leaves and wiping it away with the leaves, he put it on her hand before wrapping a bandage around it. After it was done and her injury dealt with, he found himself not particularly caring about what proper etiquette was – he crushed her to him in a hug once more, relieved that she was otherwise okay. She blushed as she blinked – processing the hug and tears along with his urgent need to feel that she was right there before him.
However, before anything else could be said or done, the dragon let out a scream that slowly turned more human. As they watched him – he turned from that angry red to the gold dragon from before as he slowly become himself again, she saw the man from her dreams, his black robe, and his red over shirt with the same moniker that had been there throughout the path. He looked around as he said, "… What have I done? After the ritual, everything felt wrong… As though I were entangled in the threads of some enduring nightmare."
He stared at his hands, as if trying to ensure that he as now in his human form rather than in his dragon form that he had been ensnared in for too long. Looking up, he studied the group as he spoke, "Humans? What are humans doing here?"
He looked at Draco and then at Airlia – his hair being teased by the wind, but his circlet kept it away from his face as he continued, "… No, I remember now. You confronted me when I was out of control. Brave humans, you have my gratitude. Had you not put an end to my madness, it would have meant the end of the Dragovian race. I decided to abandon my human form, yet it was humans who rescued me. It appears my decision was a grave mistake." He closed his eyes in thought about what had been averted, and what it was that had started it to begin with. Opening his eyes, he continued, resolved with what he had to say and do.
He pointed at the pair as he said, as though it had only sunk into him who they were… "You two?! Draco and Airlia! How can this be!? You saved me Draco, Airlia… You saved all of us… What a strange hand fate has dealt us."
Yangus now had to wonder how just everyone there knew of the pair of humans… He growled low as Marcello stepped protectively in front of Airlia, determined to keep her safe as Yangus spoke, "'Ow come 'e knows who you two are, guv… guv'ness? And wot's all this about fate?"
The Dragovian Lord looked at them as he said while shaking his head reluctantly, "My name… it is Ishmahri. You may have met my other half who will rejoin with me shortly, now that I've returned to my senses and understand that I cannot cut myself off from my human heritage. It seems the two of you remain unaware of your origins, or your memories have yet to reawaken."
Airlia glared at him as she said, "You mean my dreams?! Where I have seen Xia and Eltrio die so many times over without ever knowing their names or my relation to them?! What on earth is going on here?! Why do I have such a bond to two people whom I've never met? Why do I cry every time I see them in pain or dying!?" Much to his own credit, the Dragovian Lord paled when he heard that she had been having visions of the two people dying.
Marcello held her close to him, unwilling to risk her falling to her death ever again as he tried to calm her. "My lady, please let him answer."
Ishmahri nodded as he said, "You two are the children of a human father and a Dragovian mother. The blood of both races runs through your veins. But I will not speak any further of that. Please consult your grandfather if you wish to know more… Chen Mui I sense your presence. Reveal yourself."
She studied the man before her further. His staff held her interest more, seeing as it was from the pictures she saw. However, she saw red when he called Chen Mui out to show himself. Munchie poked his head out of a pocket on Draco and climbed out… She watched critically as smoke billowed out and now in place of Munchie was the elder from before!
Upset at the elder for not being fully forthcoming and with the Dragovian Lord getting into trouble that nearly killed her, she had finally had enough! "So that's why I had the dreams! They were memories of the past! Those were my parents! How dare all of you try to drive them apart… That's why… that's why…"
She sobbed as Marcello turned her towards him, to comfort her as Draco picked up her thought, "That's why she felt that pull at that grave from before! She and I… we… we don't have any family left… But now at least we both know that we have each other now! We have a grandfather now… But obviously something else happened, and I am determined to get the whole story out of you all! Don't you dare think that you can get out from under that with the utter hell the both of you put my sister through!"
He had happily accepted the girl was his sister, that it was the reason it felt like coming home when they first met… He knew he could never blame her for any of the pain they both had gone through without knowing one another… Chen Mui nodded as he said, "I should have known that my Lord's penetrating gaze would see through my disguise, please forgive me – all of you. I will explain to them about Xia and Eltrio."
He faced the siblings as he spoke, "I am your grandfather, Draco and Airlia. Obviously you both have already realized that you're siblings just now. However, I disguised myself as Munchie so that I could travel alongside what I had hoped would be both of you. Regrettably you two got separated when you were both sent down to the human world and with it only being me, I couldn't be with you both. I understand that you both must be angry and hurt. Anyone would be really…" He saw their expressions were astonished, except for Draco and Airlia who were upset while angry tears rolled down the brunette's cheeks.
Marcello was keeping a tight lid on his emotions as he held her close to him, he stroke her hair tenderly to try and bring her an ounce of comfort. Chen Mui looked properly chastised as he continued, "And now I will fulfill my promise to unravel the mystery of your birth for you both." However, before anything else could happen, they saw a portal open, much like the doorway to the Moonshadow Realm and Ishmahri walked out of it, smiling at his other half as he held his hand to the Dragovian Lord who took it smiling in relief as they both turned to Airlia.
Jessica felt shock melt into molten anger as she glared down at the pair of Lords as they both began to glow – one had a golden glow while the other had a sapphire blue glow to him. "Airlia, do not despair. We were blinded by pain of the loss of one of our own and lashed out at two children who were innocent to it all. For that, I'm truly sorry. Please know that we don't intend to do any more harm to the either of you." As he became one, she saw the man from the paintings, for the Dragovian Lord looked the same, except his hair was now dark, as it once was in the markings… She took off the necklace and went to hand it back to him.
He held up his hands and shook his head, "My lady that is your heritage. It belonged to your mother, and I knew it should be back with you – where she would have wanted it."
She nodded as she placed it in a pocket on her skirt as Marcello came up to him, "So you left her to think she has no family, and wiped her mind from ever trying to recall these things?"
He nodded, "I cannot apologize enough about any of that my friends. Usually I would offer the right to undertake the Dragovian Trials; however, you both have been through so much that I consider it enough to say to all that you both have completed all of the trials."
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