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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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Seven
Karidormi landed lightly outside a small clearing that had been made by two small earth elementals. They stood sentinel watching for any unwelcome guests, but completely ignored her, even when she shifted forms. She walked carefully between them, eyeing each elemental as she might a larger dragon, then slipped through a veil that had been erected to give the illusion that it was nothing but forest beyond the two elementals. When Karidormi turned to look back at the elementals, she saw that they were gone. But where they had stood was a disturbed pile of dirt and rock, no doubt ready to spring to life if they sensed the slightest bit of danger.
Karidormi walked carefully up the path toward a cave hidden in the Alterac Mountains, a cave she would've never known was there had she not been looking for it. She wasn't surprised Go’el had chosen to go into hiding here - the Alterac Mountains were where his clan, the Frostwolves, made their home. And the aged shaman Drek'Thar lived there still, and he could be contacted if needed. Or at least, that's what Karidormi believed. Drek'Thar wouldn't hesitate to help save Go’el, if Go’el needed saving.
Aggra met Karidormi half way up the trail. With her was Snowsong, Go’el’s wolf companion. The white wolf watched Karidormi with a strikingly intelligent gaze, then turned and loped up the trail. Aggra snorted. "I told her I could do this myself."
"You're her life-partner's life-mate." Karidormi replied.
"Doesn't mean I'm some fragile little thing that needs to be babysat."
"No, but I bet you she wants to feel useful."
Aggra snorted again. "Speaking of useful, I'm assuming that's why you're here?"
Karidormi started after the Mag'har Orc, keeping up despite Aggra's quick pace. "Yes and no."
"Meaning?"
"Meaning, I know why Go’el is becoming the way he is, but I don't know how to help him. I was hoping, between the three of us, I could tell you what I discovered and we could figure out a solution together."
Aggra's shoulders tensed. "Two."
"What?"
"The two of us. Go'el fell asleep last night and hasn't awoken. I've done everything I could think of to wake him, but he doesn't respond. And the marks on his arm have spread to his chest. I fear he's running out of time."
"Time isn't on our side then." Karidormi sucked in a breath, and began to tell Aggra everything she has learned from her trip to the past. Aggra was silent as they walked, listening and digesting every word Karidormi was saying. "And that's why his body is becoming corrupted. The power of the Aspect of Earth is slowly leaking out, and with nowhere to go, it's starting to change his form into something that can contain it."
"But why? And why now? Why not during the Hour of Twilight? Why not during the confrontation with Garrosh?"
"My only guess is that he was using the power. It had purpose, had somewhere to go rather than filling him up. Now that Deathwing is dead and Garrosh defeated, there's nothing more Go’el can do with the power."
"So simply healing the wounds of Azeroth won't be enough?"
"I don't think so. Not unless he does it by himself with no one helping and no rest. The power of the Earth Warder is a tremendous thing, Aggra. Deathwing was able to control that power for thousands of years before he succumbed to the whisperings of the Old Gods, and even then, he was still able to control it, even as it tore his body to pieces." Karidormi said.
"So what do we do?" Aggra said, pausing outside the mouth of a deep cave. She glanced in, perhaps hoping that she would see Go’el walking out, healed and whole.
"I don't know." Karidormi answered honestly. "I don't know how Go’el came to have the powers of the Earth Warder, and I only know in theory the ritual used to transfer the Aspect's power to another body. The only flight in all of history to do such a ritual was the Blue Dragonflight, and no outsiders were invited."
Aggra scowled. "And I suppose asking would get us only upturned noses and demands to go away."
"If I couldn't get into the Nexus, even as a dragon, I doubt anyone from that flight would tell us how the new Aspect gets chosen."
"And the ritual wold be irrelevant now, anyway."
"The Aspects are still the Aspects, even diminished. They're still the unquestioned leaders of our flights. Eventually, a new Aspect will be chosen to lead the flights, but I don't think we have that kind of time."
"No," Aggra agreed, "no, we don't." She sighed and gestured for Karidormi to follow. "Come take a look at Go'el. Perhaps two pairs of eyes studying him will bring answers we as individuals wouldn't otherwise be able to discern."
Karidormi entered the cave and shivered. Despite the fire crackling and the heat she could feel, it still seemed bitterly cold. Go’el was lying on a pallet of animal skins, covered with both furs and hand-woven blankets. Snowsong sat nearby, her eyes focused on Go’el. Karidormi stepped closer to Go’el and felt her heart fall into her stomach. The marks had started to spread up his neck. They were moving at an advanced pace, far more quickly than before. Karidormi knelt by him and held her hands over the blackened, cracked skin. She didn't have much power, but she could still try to slow the spread, to give Go’el more time.
"I've tried everything," Aggra said. "And I've even asked the elements to help. They can only do so much, and it's still spread this far."
"I don't have much power," Karidormi said, "but I'm hoping with what little I have left I can delay it some. I don't know if it'll work, so we'd better start coming up with ideas."
"If you do what you can, I think we'll be a step ahead." Aggra crouched beside Karidormi. "Do you really think his body simply couldn't stand the power anymore?"
"I don't know. It's auspicious timing, if you want my opinion. The very same thing that happened to Deathwing is happening to Go’el? It seems highly improbable. Still, the power of the Earth Warder was given to a full grown dragon, meant for a dragon. I don't think the Titans ever dreamed that their gifts would end up being wielded by mortal hands."
Aggra frowned deeply, lost in thought for a moment. "It's a shame all the black dragons were purged from Azeroth. If there was just one, perhaps we could see about giving some of the power to it."
"Not all the black dragons are gone." Karidormi replied.
"You're talking about that whelp, Wrathion?" Aggra scoffed. "I doubt that pup could handle the power of an Aspect let alone be a good one. There's too many secrets and rumors wrapped around that whelp, none of which, if they prove true, would bring me any comfort."
Karidormi pulled back, her fingertips trailing against her work to seal the spells into Go’el’s skin. Her power over time had diminished considerably, but she had managed to bind enough to Go’el to hopefully slow his degeneration. "No, not Wrathion. There are black dragons in Outland. In the Blade's Edge Mountains."
"You think one of them could handle it?"
"I don't know. I know of another who managed to stay free of Deathwing's madness. At least, it appears that way."
Aggra snorted. "You can't trust black dragons, even the seemingly uncorrupted ones."
"What other choice do we have?" Karidormi asked. “Go’el will die if we allow this to continue, and there's no other shaman in this world or Outland that could handle the power of the Earth Warder."
Aggra looked at Karidormi with enough fire in her eyes to make the bronze dragon get to her feet. The Mag'har Orc eventually turned her gaze to her mate and reached to take hold of his hand. Whatever was passing between them, Karidormi didn't know, but eventually Aggra nodded and turned to regard the bronze dragon.
"If a black dragon it must be, then I guess we have little choice. Go. See if you can find one willing to take on that mantle." Aggra sucked in a deep breath. "I'll stay here and keep watch."
"I'll try not to take too long," Karidormi promised. She turned to leave the cave. Aggra grabbed hold of her arm.
"If I need you, how will I be able to contact you?"
Karidormi tilted her head, then shifted. She reached to tear off a section of her dress, holding the soft material between her fingers. She closed her eyes and concentrated, focusing all of her energy on that swatch of cloth and its shifting colors. When she opened her eyes, the cloth had taken on a bright golden sheen, one that shifted colors when Karidormi shifted it one way or another. She carefully tore it in half and gave one piece to Aggra. "Tilt it left, and it'll turn black. My piece reacts just the same, see? If you need me, just turn it."
Aggra took the swatch and tilted it. She watched Karidormi's piece turn the same color and nodded. "Be careful."
Karidormi smiled. "I'm a dragon. I don't think I have to worry about much."
Aggra only made a noise in the back of her throat and turned to once more sit by Go’el’s side. Karidormi quickly left the cave and launched into the air, winging toward Tirisfal Glades. The quickest way to get to the Dark Portal would be to take the portal in Undercity to the Blasted Lands. But before that, Karidormi knew she would need to prepare. She'd never actually been to Outland before, and didn't know what she would find out there. Would there be food? Shelter? Would she be better off traveling as Horde or Alliance?
She changed direction in increments, heading away from Tirisfal Glades. Stormwind would be her destination, she decided. From there, she would head to the Blasted Lands, once she had satisfied the niggling curiosity growing inside her. She hadn't wanted to acknowledge it before now, but if Go’el was undergoing his metamorphosis because of the power of the Earth Warder, then she wondered what was happening to the only living blood heir to Deathwing. She was certain that Go’el’s fate was intertwined with Wrathion's, even if the only link between them was the power of the Titans.
She flew hard for the south, hoping she could reach Stormwind before anything else happened.
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