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Calista hummed to herself as she watched the young boy playing on a stretched out blanket next to her. Her fingers expertly slid the needle through the cloth of an old dress, mending a tear. He is growing much too fast, she thought, as fast as I do each time that I am born. She worried on this thought a little, wondering if the boy had carried her curse. The answer to that question was oblivious to her however, as he was hidden from her extra sight. The woman watched her son, thinking his physical age to be around seven, and still hadn't said a word.




Jasse watched the two eggs with the loving eyes of a father. His dark spiked tail swished back and forth with glee. "They are beautiful," he said.


The men had heard rumors of great wyrm in this area. Many with unique abilities as well as strong bulls ready for battle. such a thing would strike a great value to their kingdom, and a hefty prize to whoever could bring these creatures back. Harr, the groups leader was a pudgy man---the type to think himself clever enough for others to do the work for him. with a scruffy chin and patch over one eye, he had barked the orders. It was those very orders which brought the dark clad men to hide in the bushes not far from a certain dragon nest.

Jasse had fallen asleep easily near the front of the nest, hoping to guard against intruders. What intruders, however, the dark wyrm had not been able to comprehend.



They had waited until the nest had fallen still, it's owners most likely asleep. There had been word of two find wyrm here, one a fine breeder and the other an elusive young buck. Their thick hemp nets and iron cuffs were ready. More men waited further down the hill in case help were needed.



The great wyrm awoke with a shattered roar. Rough rope pressed against him tightly so it was hard to breath. A heavy iron iron had already been fastened to his neck. He fought against it, breathing heavy blasts of fire several times. All that went through his mind was saving Trist and the eggs.

The ropes had tangled within Jasse's spikes, leaving little hope for a proper struggle. As instincts continued to work he thrashes as best as he was able, hoping to injure as many as possible in the process. The dark wyrms mind cried out in anguish, hate, and fear for his eggs.

"This one's a fighter!" he heard one man say. Another shouted, "He'll do well in the breeding pits!" Then he heard them talk about a certain white uliath being a gift for their general's eldest daughter. Jasse began to struggle even harder.

His tail blade wiggled free enough to fan out, it's many blades cutting through the rope. As the net became free enough his jaws swung down closing upon one of his attackers. The man screamed into the night before falling limp in a bloody mass. He felt several sharp pains in the soft skin of his inner thigh. The world began to blur. His vision went black.

Calista looked at the uneasiness of her child before gazing up at Hedah's eyes. "What is it?" she asked.

'Jasse and Tristam. Great anguish. I believe they are in danger.' The Olive wyrm answered. 'Neither are responsive.'

"Find Demon, morpheous 's other. Tell he and his master to head to the nest. And stay here with Ezzy."

Hedah nodded, doing as she was told. It took her a few minutes, but eventually she found the presence of Demon. 'Have you felt it? Calista asks that you hurry to their nest now. Bring your master.' She had grown knowing little more terms for a human companion than master or mistress. They were called Chosen in this land, yes, but now was hardly the time for formalities.

It was about that time when Calista arrived. "Any sign of where they went?" she asked Demon. The woman stepped into the nest, her tan linen cloths fitting her curved body well. she looked around, finding no eggs. Surely the noldox had not taken them? Closing her eyes she let the universe speak, and as she opened them, a slender pale finger pointed to a great pile of grass in the corner.

"The Noldox," she said under her breath. Looking up she spoke once more, "My camp is not far from here. Hedah can care for the eggs. She has been trained for such." Calista called for her Uliath to come, carrying the boy on her back. "Bury the eggs once more, gently. She will be here soon."

The woman looked to the man. "We must go get them." Her eyes carried only conviction. Her words only a surety of what must be done.

She nodded. "Let's go."





Jasse awoke to find himself bound tightly in iron. There was even a thick, tight strip of leather holding his mouth shut---as well as his wings. The dark wyrm tested all limitations, finding there was little room to be had. His eyes scanned the room from his position, groggily searching for Trist. Jasse's mind poked at the mental boundaries that allowed uliath to communicate between each other without word, and found that whatever drug they had given him would make it impossible. A short lamenting growl escaped his throat.