The
pair was awoken the next morning by a loud knock on the door.
“Master
Duo! Master Duo! The blonde mage is here—he says he wants a
word with you! About Kishi!” someone
shouted from behind the door.
Duo
looked up. “All right, don’t worry,
tell him I’ll be down shortly.”
Scratching his head, the thief chanced a glance at Heero and found that
the boy was lying on his stomach, staring at him.
“Geesh,
you’re creepy.” Duo said in a mocking tone.
“C’mon Kishi, get your clothes on and we’ll go down and talk to that
bedamned mage of yours.”
“Not
my mage.” Heero said, climbing out of bed and gathering his new possessions
before pulling on his winter clothing.
“He’s his own free person.”
Duo
chuckled. “He certainly doesn’t act
that way sometimes.” The braided boy pulled on cold-weather gear of his
own. “I’ve got something for the two of
you and your friend Trowa anyway…so let’s get going!”
Heero
nodded and the two boys walked down the stairs to find Quatre waiting for
them. The blonde boy saw Heero and
immediately looked relieved, then went right back to looking mad again.
“What
do you think you were doing?!” Quatre shouted at Heero, incensed. “You’re lucky that me and Trowa were the
only ones that noticed you were gone!
We’ve got to get back right now before someone else notices!”
“Relax!”
Duo said when he reached the irate naturemage.
“I made him stay. He had no say
in it at all.”
This
seemed to console Quatre a bit, and he sighed, looking at the other two
boys. “You two are so much trouble…”
“Yes,
we knew that already, I assure you.” Duo said in a consoling tone. Then he snickered, totally ruining the
moment. “C’mon, I’ve got something for
you both. Follow me.”
Curious,
the prince and the mage followed him as he led them out to the stables behind
the pub. He led them in, ducking a
well-placed nip from a vicious-looking black stallion.
“Don’t
worry about Shadow, he only likes to try and eat me, it seems.” Duo joked. Shadow turned to give Duo a very nasty
glare, for a horse that is.
“Gosh.”
Quatre said, eyes wide.
“C’mon,
this way.” Duo urged, leading the two to the end of the stables. He pointed to two stalls. “Go on, look.”
Heero
peered into the stall before him and felt his breath catch in his throat. At first glance the horse in the stall was
nothing spectacular, but when you gave her a second glance and saw her shimmery
white and silver coat and brilliant sapphire eyes, you knew you’d found
something special. Further still, the
feathers littered among the hay in her stall were the final straw. The wings weren’t visible at the moment but
the feathers proved the myth.
“Duo. A winged one?” Heero whispered, as if
scared. The winged one whickered and
moved forward to sniff gently of Heero’s hand.
“Yep…took
me forever to bargain her away from that Kir’a’ti trader, but I’m glad I
did.” The thief said, smiling
gently. He looked over at Quatre as he
heard the desert boy’s gasp of astonishment at his own find.
In
the stall Duo had guided Quatre towards stood a sturdy palomino stallion. He wasn’t exceptionally large, but neither
was he terribly small. He was of the
famous breed that could withstand many conditions without so much as flinching,
and he was a very nice looking horse indeed.
“Now,
all they need are good names.” Duo said.
“Tsubasa.”
Heero said immediately.
“What
does that mean?”
“Wing. Or Wings.
She’s a winged one…it fits.” Heero said quietly. Duo nodded and turned to Quatre, who looked
once more at his horse and then sighed.
“Well,
he’s as golden as the gold-sands of legend…I know, I’ll call him Legend.” Quatre said. He hesitated, biting his lip, thinking it might be an odd name,
but Duo only nodded.
“Their
tack is over there.” He said, pointing to three saddles. “I got Trowa a horse too. She’s in here.” Duo said, opening the door
to another stall and revealing a beautiful bay mare.
Heero
looked from the tack to his winged one and finally at Duo. Walking away from Tsubasa for a moment, he
walked over to the thief and put a hand on his shoulder. “Duo.”
“What?”
Duo asked.
“We
can’t accept these…” Heero said.
“Hey,
if you don’t take them, they’re gonna die, because I am NOT going to feed and
water your animals for you.” The thief replied.
The
prince sighed. “You have to allow me to
repay you somehow…” Heero said quietly.
He seemed to realize something and pulled a necklace out from under his
clothes. On it, a silver cougar stood
rampant on a sapphire blue shield-shaped field that was ringed by delicately
worked feathers and oak branches of silver…the royal crest of Marenia.
Heero
gently unhooked the clasp and fastened the chain around his friend’s neck. Duo opened his mouth to protest but Heero
simply finished fastening the chain and then lightly smacked Duo’s chin, making
his mouth close.
“No
arguments whatsoever.” Heero said, his face grave, but a bare spark of
amusement in his eyes. Soon, the three
boys broke into a laugh, forgetting the very serious events coming up soon in
their expression of happiness.
-~-
Later
that day, Heero stopped by the stables for yet another glimpse at Tsubasa. He thought that while maybe the constant
check ups were more than a bit obsessive, he had quite a good reason to act
that way. The winged one was
magnificent.
A
snort from one stable over turned his attentions to Trowa’s mare. After some quick mind-to-mind with his new
horse, Trowa had looked up, his emerald eyes holding an expression of pleasure
as he explained that Trick, for that was her name, had been a carnival
horse. Since they had roots in the same
place, they’d get along well.
Heero
had to admit, Duo did a lot better than most people gave him credit for. He turned back to his own steed and smiled in
the stall at her. He recalled the tales
of winged ones showing their wings, but by now that was all a legend. Oh, they looked ethereal enough, with their
shining silvery-white coats and sparkling blue eyes, and it was true that you
could occasionally find pure white feathers sprinkled amongst the straw in
their stalls, but if they truly had wings, they hadn’t been seen in a
while. The winged ones originated in
the deserts, where the first ones had been found by groups of inquisitive
tribesmen. Only the highest ranking of
the tribesmen could afford to keep the sleek horses, and that remained true
even today. Also, though the occasional
winged one was brought in for a member of nobility or royalty, the main bulk of
them remained in the deserts. No one
knew why it remained so; it just did.
Heero
sighed, favoring Tsubasa with one more pat on the nose, then left.
-~-
A
scant four days later, Heero stood in the first shrine outside the hall of
spirits, where knights and kings proved their worth. The hall had two doors, and if all went well, he would emerge
from the one at the far end. If things
didn’t go well, the mages would be collecting his body from the bare stone
floor of the magic-infested room.
He
licked his dried lips; since the day began he’d not had anything to eat or
drink, nor had he slept. It was a
constant battle against your instincts on these days. He looked up at the door.
Once he entered it, he would not be able to speak, or scream, or even cry
out, no matter what happened. If he
did, the magic would come undone, and he would never become knight or
king. Not only that, but he would die
instantly. It was a sobering prospect.
At
that moment, the mages stopped their chanting and stepped apart. The huge door swung open, and behind him,
Heero could sense the presence of his friends.
Adjusting his white tunic, he moved into the hall.
The
door swung shut behind him.
-~-
Meanwhile,
just outside the palace, at one of the smaller gates, Duo was patiently waiting
for a group of skeptical guards to verify the quality of his royal crest
necklace. He’d just thought of
something and decided that it merited going to the palace to check over. Patting his black stallion’s neck, the thief
watched the guards as they argued with one another.
Finally
one came out and handed the necklace to Duo.
The gate opened slowly and he guided his horse through with one hand,
using the other to refasten the necklace about his neck.
Don’t
worry Heero, I’m comin’, buddy!
-~-
Heero
noticed first off that the hall was dark, and silent to boot. He walked a little ways before light
suddenly sprang from everywhere, and yet nowhere at all.
Then,
without warning, spectral figures appeared.
They pleaded with Heero to save them, to help them, and to alleviate
their pain; they cursed him for killing them, for bringing their deaths upon
them; they had every comment under the sun, and soon their voices blended into
a babble, a prevalent word becoming a hearty chant.
Death.
Just
as the prince thought he’d have to scream to make them stop, they all fell
silent. Eerily silent. Just then their ranks parted and a pitiful
voice cried, “Make way for their majesties, the king and queen!”
Heero’s
blood froze.
Sure
enough, his worst fears were confirmed—it was his father and mother. His father, with his light brownish-blonde
hair, and his mother, with her long, straight black hair…they looked perfect
together. He almost opened his mouth,
but stopped himself at the last second, remembering the spells. It was just as well, because at that second
they started to break his heart.
In
truth, Heero had always been a very quiet individual and stoic, not taking to
crowds very well—until he’d met Duo.
But then, his very own parents—or their spectral forms—started to tear
his newly found and formed emotions into so many piles of ragged scraps. Heero’s gaze just grew colder and harder,
rather than becoming pained, however—he was responding to the tragedy by closing
himself off. His parents didn’t look too
pleased with this, but anyone could bet it was from the fact that he WASN’T
breaking down, rather than hiding his emotions.
Just
then, his parents looked up at the ceiling and another figure dropped down,
wearing a long black cloak. He extended
one arm in a pleading gesture, and Heero was sickened to see that it was
rotten, eaten away by infestation and gangrene. Then, when he pulled back his hood, it was all that Heero could
do not to shout in terror and pain.
It
was Duo—or it had been Duo. The boy’s
eyes were gone, the shallow sockets they’d rested in turned into masses of
bloodied, scratched, destroyed tissue.
His face was covered in festering scratches, and his throat was slashed,
stagnant liquid oozing from the putrid flesh.
It was all Heero could do not to collapse to the floor upon seeing his
friend in such a state.
“Heero…”
Duo said in a gurgling voice. He
shouldn’t have been able to talk—the back of his throat could be seen through
the slashes on the front. And yet, he
spoke, in a voice that was broken and had a strange slur to it. The apparition turned his eyes on
Heero. “You did this to me.”
Heero
had the greatest urge ever to scream his lungs out but he did not. Only the reminder of what would happen if he
voiced even the quietest whisper made him remain silent.
At
that instant, a sword dropped from the ceiling of the hall. It was bright, shining silver; the grip
leather dyed a marvelous blue and the pommel-stone a royal blue sapphire. It was a fantastic weapon, and Duo kicked it
at Heero’s feet.
“Pick
that up…and do battle!” Duo spat, drawing a sword made of bone and obsidian.
It
was all Heero could do to remain silent as battle was started.
-~-
Those
people that had moved to the exit chamber of the hall to await the end of
Heero’s trial had been waiting almost an hour when the heavy door finally swung
open. The prince stumbled out,
clutching a deep wound in his arm with one hand as the wounded arm itself
gripped a sword possessively. A healer,
her movements sure and gentle, moved forward to tie up the wound. As soon as she did, Heero removed his hand
and faced the crowd. One of the council
members foisted a shield upon the boy, which Heero barely managed to catch on
his good arm.
“Heero
Yuy-Maren, I present you with this shield, and pronounce you a knight of
Marenia!” the older man shouted. The
small crowd in the chamber set up a fantastic cheer for the new knight. Then, the councilman took up something else
and gently placed it upon Heero’s head.
It was the royal crown of Marenia, and it looked as if it had been made
to fit Heero—but in fact, the thing was simply reeking with magic. The thick silver bands and shining sapphire
stones contrasted beautifully with Heero’s dark hair and grayish-blue eyes, as
richly as anything in any picture.
“I
also pronounce you King of Marenia! We
will always offer our allegiance to you, our king!” the councilman
shouted. The group in the chamber
shouted even louder than before at their new king.
At
the moment, the king himself was lost in a torrent of emotion, feeling, sight,
and sound. He felt the sensation of
drawing water into his roots, as any tree or plant might, the rock-solid
feeling of being a mountain, indestructible and immovable. He rejoiced in the pure clean feeling of
flight as a bird—
A
feeling jolted him back. It centered on
his shoulder blades and throbbed in a peculiar manner. He groaned, rubbing a hand across his
forehead, and turned to the councilman.
“I’m
going to go to my room now.” He announced.
“Of
course, your majesty. Be sure to attend
the feast at seven bells.” The man told the new king, smiling at him.
Heero
didn’t notice the smile. His shoulders
were killing him. He nodded and moved
out of the room, hunched over and moving in a stiff stride. He wandered the halls, feeling a terrible
desire to jump out of a window for a reason he couldn’t place. It made him sick—his head spun with desires
and ideas and thoughts he couldn’t name—he had a feeling they were all centered
around the crown on his head and the pain in his shoulderblades.
Just
as he felt the pain and the thoughts would swamp him, a dark figure darted out
of the shadows and supported him, bracing him close and securely. He saw a flash of violet and black and felt
the coolness of snow-chilled leather against his skin.
“Where?”
Duo whispered into his ear. Heero
didn’t need to ask which where Duo was talking about; he knew. Torn by shards of pain and emotion, he gave
quick, broken directions to his room.
Duo
supported the king through the whole palace to his room, and once inside it,
delicately removed Heero’s sword, shield, and crown, which he placed on a table
in the main room of Heero’s chambers.
As soon as the crown left his head, Heero felt a great lightness in his
thoughts, enough to make him giddy.
A
voice drew him back. “It’s your back,
isn’t it?”
Heero
looked at Duo, astonished. “How…how did
you…?”
“Not
now.” Duo ordered, a bit sternly. “Do
you keep bandages in here?”
Heero
nodded towards a chest in the corner.
“What’s wrong with me? What’s
going on?” he asked shakily.
“You’ll
find out soon enough. Quiet.” Duo said,
grabbing the bandages and Heero’s washbasin and putting them on the table. He gently but quickly pulled off Heero’s
tunic and shirt, leaving him only in pants, then grabbed the king’s hands.
“You’re
going to be in great pain here in a few seconds. Don’t worry about it.
It’ll fade away quickly, you hear?
And no matter what runs through your head, if anything does, remember
that I’ll be here. I am not going to
leave you.” His friend told him seriously.
Just
as Heero opened his mouth to demand an explanation, the pain in his back
increased greatly. His eyes watered
even as a choked cry of pain tore itself from his throat. Just as he thought he couldn’t bear any more
pain, it increased even more greatly.
This
time Heero couldn’t bite back a scream.
It felt like a wildcat was tearing at his back from the inside. He had a faint sensation of the skin
stretching before it tore in a frantic almost-explosion of skin, blood, and…feathers.
Feathers.
Heero
almost failed to notice the bloodstained feathers floating around in his
delirium of pain. When he did, he also
felt something very heavy hanging off of his back. And felt that it—no, they—were attached to him. In a very serious way.
He
flapped. He flapped his wings.
His
wings.
His
pain-filled shout lowered to a brief, broken series of curses. He heard Duo’s voice speaking quietly,
filling his mind with a cool calmness.
Heero
sighed and oh-so-slowly leaned towards the source of the voice. Duo caught him in a reassuring hug, peeling
his gloves off as he did so. Once his
gloves were disposed of, he ran his hands over Heero’s back soothingly, hugging
the other boy as he did so. He used his
magic to soothe the feverish skin and heal it, reuniting torn tissues and
guiding them to the bases of the great feathery wings.
Heero
rested his chin on his friend’s shoulder, allowing himself a long, shuddering
sigh of relief. He felt Duo rubbing his
back gently, and closed his eyes. Despite
the very recent pain, it was bliss.
That
is, until the events in the testing hall returned to Heero’s mind. He reluctantly peeled himself away from Duo
and looked at the boy up-and-down, as if to reacquaint himself with the thief.
Duo’s
violet eyes, whole and untainted, glittered with concern and worry. His face was unmarred, the skin whole, and
his arms, visible now due to the absence of his long gloves, were unbroken and
smooth. His throat was whole, and
perfect—
Perfect? Where did that come from? Heero wondered fleetingly
as he watched Duo step away and walk over to the washbasin.
“Duo?
How did you know? What just happened?”
Heero asked hoarsely.
“You’re
a wingcarrier, that’s what happened.” Duo replied, his voice soft. “And I knew because I’m one, too, and if
you’re a wingcarrier you can see other potential ‘carriers. It’s a trait.”
Heero
looked dumbstruck. He’d heard of the
wingcarriers. They were noble, true,
and just souls that had hidden wings with which they could get closer to the gods,
or so the legends said, in any case.
They were very rare these days…
“I
found out when I was seven. I was
living in Maren city then, same as now, except then I didn’t even have a room
at the Dusty Dragon. I was homeless;
it’s true, except I was in a gang of sorts.
A bunch of children, myself included, lived on the streets. One kid led all of us. He was my best friend; his name was
Solo.” Duo’s eyes took on a sad
light. “That day when I was seven, Solo
got shot by a kid from another gang. A
crossbow bolt straight to the chest…he died in my arms and my grief was so
great that it acted as a catalyst for my wings. They’re triggered by great magics or very strong emotions, you
see.”
Heero
nodded slowly. He hadn’t known much
about Duo’s past, and felt very honored to know now.
Duo
dabbed water at the bloody feathers of his friend’s wings. They were beautifully white and huge, just
as he’d imagined they’d be in Heero’s case.
He swallowed, suddenly feeling strangely inadequate. Before him was the king of his country, a
powerful knight, and he trusted him implicitly. It made Duo’s breath catch in his throat. He put down the cloth and walked in front of
Heero, dipping a bow and straightening on his usual grin.
“Well,
my king, I suppose I’d better be off and let you get on with your kingly
duties.” Duo said quickly. He turned to
leave and felt a slight jerk on his braid.
Half turning, he saw that Heero was holding on to it.
“No…please
don’t go. Stay. Please?” Heero asked, the pleading very
evident in his blue eyes. “And don’t
call me king, call me Heero.”
Duo
couldn’t help but laugh.
-~-
Later
that evening, after the feast, Heero and Duo stood on one of the walkways that
opened into the gardens. All of the
castle guards and staff had been cleared from this area at Heero’s request, so
the two boys would stand uninterrupted.
Heero wanted it to be that way.
The
moonlight washed over the plants in the garden and the boys themselves, bathing
everything in a particular shade of ethereal silver, the moonlight itself
bouncing off of the snow and lighting the garden beautifully. Jerking his mind back to the subject at hand
to keep himself from going off on a poetic tangent, Duo turned to Heero.
“I’ll
use my magic to keep us warm. Take off
your shirt, and sprout your wings, just as we practiced earlier.” Duo told his
friend, initiating the heat-spell even as he did so.
Heero
felt himself grow warmer and he pulled off his shirt, tossing it aside and
bracing his arms in front of him as he sprouted his wings. The bones popped slightly and the feathers,
clean now, glistened in the moonlight.
Duo
took a deep breath, then pulled off his own shirt and braced his arms, starting
the process of sprouting his own wings.
The
popping of bones was much more pronounced this time, and muscles long unused
screamed in pain, knots underneath the thin tracery of skin and feathers
protesting their movement to the knight sky.
Glossy black feathers swept over Duo’s back as he folded and unfolded
his wings, a grimace evident on his face.
Heero
rushed over to his friend. “Are you all
right?” he asked.
“Oh
yes, I’ll be fine. I just haven’t used
my wings in a while, that’s all.” Duo assured his friend, stretching his wings
a few more times for good measure.
The
king stared in awe at his friend’s wings.
Though his own were pure white, Duo’s were the exact opposite—glossy
black. Darker than a crow or a rook,
they made the night sky look a mocking shade of blue in comparison.
“Well,
shall we fly, or not?” Duo said teasingly, pouncing from the ground and
flapping his wings rapidly to take to the air.
Not
to be outdone, Heero followed, not as agile as his friend, but learning
quickly.
-~-
A
scant hour later, Heero could fly much better than many novices—which was
saying something. The sight of the two
boys chasing each over the garden, laughing and shouting, snow landing on their
wings and almost instantaneously being brushed away as they flew, was a
breathtaking one.
Or
at least Chang Wufei Sha-n-ro thought so.
The dragonbound leaned easily on the neck of his dragon, Dha-n-ro, as he
looked at the aerial dance below him.
The dragons and their ‘bounds had only arrived that evening after a long
period of hard flying with very few rests.
However, some disturbing emotional activity had woken them from their
sleep in the forests outside Maren City.
This proved to be it. The two boys moved in perfect harmony; they were a
split soul in two bodies, apart, yet together.
Perhaps not able to see it for themselves because of their typical human
blindness, but it was true, nevertheless.
-Look
at the ties, my Wufei.- Dhan rumbled in his mind. Wufei obligingly closed his human eyes and looked through Dhan’s
dragon ones. The view was sharper,
clearer; small details popped easily into focus, and ties could be seen
easily. The white ones between him and
his dragon partner; the silver one between him and his human partner Meiran;
various other colored ones throughout the palace below—
--and
a bright golden one between the two flying boys.
Wufei
recoiled, slamming viciously back into his own body.
“Great-shining-gods-of-all-dragons!”
he hissed.
Dhan
rumbled, a sure mark of dragon humor.
–You do know what it means.-
“Of
course I know what it means, you great scaled twit.” Wufei said irritably to his
dragon. He rubbed his partner’s neck
scales as he continued to watch the scene below unfold.
-~-
Below,
Heero felt a surge of feeling, not in the slightest unpleasant, course through
his being as he watched Duo fly. His
gaze softened somewhat, then hardened as he realized what he could do.
Flying
quickly, he dove towards Duo, forcing the other boy closer to the ground. When they were both barely skimming the
ground, Heero swooped up slightly and then down again, tackling Duo and sending
the both of them sprawling upon the snow.
Duo
laughed, his rich tenor voice almost sparkling in the night air. “Oh gods, that was a good one. What possessed you to…” Duo stopped. He saw something in Heero’s eyes. A hopeful, soft, caring look, directed
straight at him. Duo gasped as he
realized that Heero wanted the same thing he did, and that it would never work
out.
“Heero—no. You…you have to marry a princess, and have
an heir…” he said weakly. He felt sick,
so sick. How could he have missed it? He felt terrible.
“Shh.”
Heero said, leaning down to whisper in Duo’s ear. His breath tickled; Duo couldn’t help but shiver at that. “I can always will the kingdom to somebody. I don’t want some princess. I want you.” A delicious bit of emphasis
accentuated the last word as Heero slowly raised his head to look into Duo’s
eyes, then leaned down to place a soft kiss on the thief’s lips.
Duo
gasped and closed his eyes as Heero kissed him again. He felt the king’s fingertips twining among the feathers of his
wings, and let himself go.
No
holds barred; nothing held back.
Neither one cared about the snow.
-~-
Chang
Meiran Sha-ti-reh observed the scene with a caring look on her face, unusual
for her, but understandable. She
couldn’t understand how anyone could be harsh-hearted at anything like
that. Oh, true, she knew some people
were, but she still couldn’t understand it.
The
fire-red dragon Dha-ti-reh moved her wings slowly, careful not to disturb
anyone, especially not those in the garden below. Not that they’d notice anyway.
“Dhati,
what do we do now?” Meiran whispered.
-We
go back to Dhan and Wufei and wait, that’s what.- Dhati told her ‘bound
matter-of-factly, then flew off to join the black dragon and his ‘bound.
-~-
The
next morning, Heero awoke in his own bed, smiling at pleasant memories of the
night before. Just as he was sorting
out events and almost ready to decide to spend the whole day doing nothing, a
knock sounded on the door.
The
king sighed. He should have known that
this was going to happen. He dressed
quickly and then grabbed his sword and shield, belting both on. Only then did he go to answer the door.
It
was a courier. “Sir! Sir!” he gasped. “Somethin’ to report sir!”
“What
is it?” Heero asked in his coolest tone.
“Dragons
on the castle towers! Two of ‘em, sir!”
the man gasped.
Heero
sucked in a breath. He should have
known. “All right, lead the way.”
“Yes
y’majesty!” the courier said reverently, turning and leading the way off down
through the corridors.
-~-
Within
minutes Heero was outside the palace looking up at the towers. The dragons had decided to coil themselves
around two of the largest towers. This
was a problem, because those towers were very high as well, which rendered
normal speech impossible. Heero decided
on a course of action quickly and pulled off his tunic, shirt, and shield, then
sprouted his wings.
People
around him gasped as he flapped his wings, flying upwards. Snow drifted down gently and he soon began
to feel chilled, but kept going. Soon
he reached the larger of the two dragons, the black one. His ‘bound was leaning against the tower
itself, standing on his dragon’s neck like it was a walkway. The dragon turned one giant amber eye on
Heero, and then looked forwards again.
“Greetings!”
Heero shouted.
The
‘bound paused for a moment, and then returned the greeting. “Greetings to you as well!”
“What
brings you to Marenia?” The king shouted back.
“We
come to bring a message to the king!” the ‘bound replied.
“I
am he.” Heero replied, as calmly as he could in a shout. He watched in mild amusement as the ‘bound’s
eyebrows went up slightly and he turned to stare at the back of his dragon’s
head. Obviously they were communicating
silently. At last the ‘bound turned
back to him.
“I
am sorry for the inconvenience, sir king.
Let us find a place where we may speak with more ease.” The ‘bound
shouted.
Heero
nodded and led the dragon down to one of the larger practice courts. He noted, with amusement, that the court
barely accommodated the dragon. He
landed and gently pulled his wings back into his body even as the ‘bound
slipped down from his dragon’s neck, his black silk clothing making the
slightest of slight whispers as he landed on the ground and pulled a long,
curved saber its place hanging from his belt.
The ‘bound knelt and placed the saber in front of him in one fluid
motion.
“Forgive
us for our abrupt appearance, it was necessary, I assure you. I am Chang Wufei Sha-n-ro and I speak for
the Black Dragon that is Named Dha-n-ro, so that his voice will not shatter the
sky and make the mountains move.” Wufei said in his most noble voice. It was a legendary speech that had been used
to introduce dragons and their ‘bounds for as long as they’d been around.
“I
welcome you both to this unworthy land of Marenia, the home of the cougar and
the ever-deep forests. What brings you
to my land?” Heero replied.
Wufei
looked around. “Ears may hear things
easily out in the open. Perhaps we
could to go a more private place?”
Heero’s
curiosity was piqued. “Of course.” He
said. He proceeded to lead the ‘bound
up through the palace, amused to see that Dhan was following their progress by
peeking through windows. The dragon
seemed to have a sixth sense about exactly where his ‘bound was at any given
point and time.
After
a bit of walking, the two boys arrived at Heero’s chambers. The king insisted that the ‘bound be seated
as he poured wine for both of them.
Once both were seated, Heero motioned for Wufei to continue.
The
‘bound sighed, running a fingertip around the rim of his wineglass. “Gryphons.
Zarisnian Gryphondancers have been spotted in the west of your country.”
The black-haired boy took a long sip of his wine. “They’ve discovered magicpure.”
“Magicpure?
In MARENIA?” Heero questioned, even as his brain started running along trails
of thought at mad speed. Although most
individuals that used magic were born with that particular gift, magicpure was
a substance that, even in very tiny amounts, could grant any object, animal or
person it was used on enough magic power to be lethal. It could change sides in a war; it could
start wars; it had even ended some wars.
Fortunately, it was extremely rare, and if there was magicpure in
Marenia, it needed to be contained and controlled.
“Where? How much?” Heero asked.
“There’s
enough to dip two dragons.” Wufei said quietly. He saw Heero’s eyebrows go up in unabashed shock. “And it’s underneath Port Lunos.”
Heero’s
expression went from shock to disgust and then to fear. “Dear gods, no.”
“Yes.”
Wufei said, sadness entering his expression.
He took one more long sip of his wine.
“To get this magicpure, Zarisnia will kill the unicorns.”
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