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@irishcelticredflowercrown

HAHA YES!!!!!!! Although I’m not sure where this is going to go, so… be prepared.

@emily-waldorf

YO I’M SO SO SO SOOOOO PROUD OF QUIN!!!!!!!!!! OH MY GOODNESS HE’S GROWN SOOO MUCH AAHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

Also I’m going to pull something similar to Emily. I’m bringing Evie 2.0 in! We’re going to see how this goes. All I know is that if she saw her enemy where she is now she would probably just physically die. She’s not nearly strong enough in her current state soooo… Apologies. XD

Evie’s hair has grown and she’s wearing it in a braid. She’s visibly stronger and a bit taller and her eyes have a kind of mischievous sparkle to them.

Niarok

Do I trust her?

Niarok’s heart pounded as he released Yila. She’d said she was fine. She’d said she had calmed down.

Yila was many things, but dishonest with someone she trusted wasn’t one of them.

But in this case… Niarok felt something like panic still his blood. A sense, a discernment of something very very wrong left him on his guard.

Yila turned away from Emersen, her eyes red and her entire body visibly shaking.

She was spent, but she seemed under control.

Niarok relaxed, but then tensed again. More and more members of the group were gathering on the edge of the ravine where the dragon slept. They all had enemies, except for maybe Daire.

Evie appeared a few feet away from Niarok, and he glanced at her briefly. She seemed… different. Her hair had grown, she was wearing a form-fitting shirt and leggings, and she carried a sword on her back.

She shot him a brief glance, and though her mouth was set in a hard line, her eyes were calm. Sparkling. Peaceful. The shadow he’d always seen looming over her had disappeared.

What the?…

Quin had changed too. He had a peg-leg now.

Niarok didn’t have time to think about it. The sense of dread was growing.

Lorcan and Daire were having an argument. Then suddenly Yila tensed, spun, and released a knife with a strangled scream.

Her eyes were distant and pained as she collapsed to the ground. Niarok’s heart leapt into his throat and he stared.

No.

“NO!” he cried before he could stop himself.

The dragon stirred.

He snapped an arrow out of it’s quiver and strung it to his bow, watching as his sister crumpled to the ground.

It had happened.

That one thing he’d always feared.

A Shawdorgroff. Shadow Grief. A possession.

Of his sister.

Because of what others had forced her to do.

His heart broke and tears stung his eyes, but he turned and faced the dragon, which was now rising from it’s bed of treasure, its eyes darting between the captives and the warriors on the two edges of the ravine.

“WHO HAS WOKEN ME?” it roared. The walls shook.

Niarok’s grip tightened on his bow. He heard multiple swords unsheathing.

Evie’s was one of them.

The dragon leaned forward, sniffing. Heat wafted off its body. It saw Yila and its eyes widened.

“THIS IS THE ONE.”

Niarok’s body tensed with battle fervor.

He would defend his sister to the death.

The dragon leapt forward, breathing fire as it came. The warriors scattered.

Someone yelled.

But the dragon had one purpose. It wanted Yila.

And Niarok wasn’t going to let it have her.

It came on and he shot his arrow. It was his one Mist arrow. It could penetrate anything. Including a dragon’s hide.

But even an arrow to the dragon’s heart wasn’t enough to stop its enraged attack.

Niarok dropped his bow and drew his sword. The fight that ensued was like nothing he’d ever experienced. He was barely comprehensive of anything except the fire and sweat and heat and the moment that his sword penetrated the dragon’s armor.

The monster collapsed in a writhing mass.

But it wasn’t over.

A great flame leapt from the dragon on its dying gasp and enveloped Yila’s prone form.

“No!” Niarok screamed, his heart tearing in two.

He leapt for his sister, but he could already see she would not survive. The burns were too many.

He had failed in his one purpose.

Despair overcame him at the same moment his own wounds did. He collapsed beside Yila’s body, head swirling.

The only thing Niarok saw before he fell into unconsciousness was Evie’s shocked face and a second dragon appearing from some dark corner of the cavern.

 

I HATE EVERYTHING

YOU KNOW WHEN THE STORY JUST KIND OF GOES ITS OWN DIRECTION AND KILLS YOU IN THE PROCESS?

*collapses*