Dragons and their Slayers 1X1 {Pupper and L2W}

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Ametrine's body shudders with small bouts of laughter. "Hold tight." She launches off. Her wings beat the air and she rises hundreds of feet in a matter of seconds. Within moments she soaring over the forest, her wings outspread and her neck stretched out. She turns slightly, giving him a chance to feel what certain movements felt like and how to adjust himself accordingly.

She evens out then dips beneath flock of birds, rising again just as quickly. There was an elegance to the way she flew. Her wings barely had to moved aside from the inital thrust into the air. From the warmth of the air they were in, he could tell she'd found an air current in the sky was using that to propel them forward with the least amount of effort. "Beautiful, isn't it." She says, turning her head slightly to look down at the forest racing by. It quickly gave way to grassy plains of a mirad of colors.
 
The dragon was mocking him, she was laughing at him!? Merek's thoughts were interrupted at the quick ascend, he closed his eyes and tightened his knees around her body unsure of what to expect. The man felt the slight turns and his body naturally adjusted to the movements with her.

The sound of birds around him and the warmth of the air forced him to open his eyes out of curiousity. His breath was taken away by the marvel surrounding him, is that what it meant to be a dragon? He looked in every which direction, attempting to soak it all up, he had never seen anything like it before in his life. "It's settled then.. if this is how I die, I'm OK with it.." Merek exclaimed in a calm joking manner.
 
Ametrine chortles again. "You will not die. Not in this manner at least. I will ensure it."

The Tomb of Two Kings​
Late that evening, Ametrine landed in a clearing on the top of one of the tallest mountains in the area. She lowered her body so that Merek could slide off. Magical enchantments lit up the area, sensing their presence. Before them was a man-carved tomb. It was spectacular and carved with immense detail and care. Clearly for a king. Standing on either side of the tomb's entrance was a statue of a dragon on one side and a human king on the other. Merek could feel a sense of awe and reverence come over Ametrine's mind, like that a holy man stepping into a church.

"This is the tomb of first Dragon King and Human King to be united in comradity together 2,000 years ago. Since then...there have only been 2 other kings who've bonded with the kings of dragons." She leads him into the tomb, which somehow was still standing with minimal signs of age. "Dragon stone." She nods to the make of the temple. "A rare stone as hard as diamonds. Only dragon fire can heat it enough to be carved into. Man and Dragon once worked together to build this...as a sign of unity between our two races." She guides him down a dimly lit corridor towards a massive coffin at the end of the room. "The first kings were Richard Hence the 2nd and Emerald Ellolove. They were strong friends and comrades and slew many enemies together. It is also said he was a Demi-god, with the power of two dragons by the end of his life." Ametrine looks over Merek.

"I show you this because I want you too see what I fight for. There was once a time when Humans and Dragons loved one another and worked together. There are even stories and histories of how the humans and dragons bonded in such a way that they could share their mana and increase their strength 3 times over. The stronger the bond, the more powerful they became. I believe that is what accidentally happened to us. By sharing my mana with you, I formed a connection between us. Not just of mana but of thought and feeling as well. A strange sort of bonding...but perhaps the gods have willed it so that we may work together to remind both our kin what we used to be, and what we can be again."
 
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While the two of them began to walk into the tomb Merek soaked in his surroundings while intently listening to Ametrine's history lesson echo within his mind. He stopped by the statue of the Human and Dragon Kings. Humans and dragons united? He turned to look at Ametrine briefly, I guess it isn't as crazy as it sounds. Merek continued to follow her inside and down a corridor to the coffins. Richard Hence the 2nd, is that so? He had heard of the man before but never of this Emerald Ellolove which Ametrine spoke of. The power of two dragons, what does she mean by that?

"There's a history about dragons and people bonding together?" Merek turned to Ametrine, questioning her now. "Let me get this straight.. 2000 years ago man and dragon worked together and some men and dragons formed these connections, or bonds, to become more powerful? And what you're saying is that you and I, Dragon Slayer and Dragon, are now bonded?" It was clear the man truly wanted to understand but was struggling to swallow the information before him. "Is this connection a forever thing? Are we .. stuck together?" Merek thought back to when he was assuring himself that there had to be another way to stop the war between the two races instead of blindly killing each other, maybe this was it. A bond so strong that even time itself could not break it..
 
"Yes. We are bonded. But I do not know if its permanent." Ametrine shook her head. "But, there are some dragons who are pushing their 500th century. They would probably know." She puts her claws on the stone coffin. "There is another reason I brought you here." She pushes with all her weight and the stone slab slides away. Inside the body of the dragon king and the human king lay together in final rest. In the king's hands a dusty old sword. She pulls it out tenderly and offers it to Merek.

"A sword for kings. Forged in dragon fire from dragon stone. It will not break, even with continual enchantment. However..." She holds back. "This sword is designed for he who will defend the innocent of both races...not just his own and will fight for peace. Do not take it, unless you intend to fulfill the oath that has been enchanted into the sword, else you will be cursed."
 
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A sword for kings, a sword meant to defend the innocence of human and dragon. Dragons who, for centuries, massacred villages after villages after villages. Humans, who slaughtered dragons for centuries. A raging war, how did it even start? Why has it existed so long? And is there anything that I can really do about it? Do I want to do something about it? Merek went back and forth in his head, he lifted his hands with a questioning gaze. I can't be a dragon slayer anymore, not after what I've seen but I can't continue to let innocent people die.. and Ametrine, she risked her life for me. Maybe we have all lost our way and need to be guided again. There will be no more sides anymore, no more humans versus dragons. Just humans and dragons protecting the innocent.

Merek extended his hand and latched onto the sword. He felt an immediate surge of energy flow into his body, as if he was taking on the souls of kings past. Can we really do this? more importantly... "How are we going to do this?" he asked. "Where are the old timers? I feel as though we will need their help for this.. but will they even welcome me or will they just kill me on sight?"
 
"Those in my clan will not harm you if you are with me. My clan is of like mind. They care about the humans as well, though they will be wary of you. However, you taking hold of that sword, and it responding to you means you truly have accepted the oath of the sword, so they will trust that as well." She lifts her head, rounds the coffin and replaces the lid. "We can do this...but you are correct, we will need guidance. My clan is located in the Western Hills. We can be there in three days."

The Dragon King
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“He’s returned!” A blue dragon trumpets triumphantly, spotting the black dragon Crone flying towards the sky towards them.
“He’s injured! See the way he flies.” Another green dragon announces.
Sure enough Crone barely makes it to the clan’s nesting site, crashing into the dirt right in the center.
“Get the healer! Inform the King.” The green dragon roars. Two dragons take off to do as they’d been told. A moment later a small white dragon, looking like a baby next to crone, was escorted by the blue dragon to Crone’s side.
“Heal him.” The blue dragon orders shoving the white one with his head towards Crone. The white dragon seemed hesitant, approaching Crone with much trembling. There were bite scars along her neck and numerous other abusive wounds on other parts of her body, maring her white scales. “Heal him, Scant!” The blue dragons snarls, taking a threatening step towards her.

Scant, as she was cruelly called by these elder dragons…her masters, stumbled towards Crone in fear. She places a trembling wing over the massive energy burn along Crone’s hide. Her whole wing barely covered the wound. She cautiously lay her head on his stomach, watching with fearful eyes for any threatening movements on his part. Scant calms slightly when he makes no movement other than ragged breaths. She closes her eyes, focusing. Soon a warm light glows from her body and radiates over Crone’s wound and the healing process begins.

“Where is he!?” Another black and grey dragon crashes through the brush into the clearing. All the dragons around him bow in reverence and fear. He stomps right up to Crone, his snout caressing Crone’s head. He observes the cruel wound beneath Scant’s wing. “I will slaughter the human who has done this.” He snarls, a lip curling in rage. “I will slaughter all of them!”
“Ametrine…” Crone’s manages to say telepathically, his mental voice weaker than his Father had ever heard it. “She partnered with a slayer...attacked me.”

“Ametrine?” The king swung his head to a gray dragon by his side.
“I believe he speaks of the rare purple dragon of the Amarinthia clan in the western hills. She’s the next leader of that clan after Cafus returns to the earth. I believe her mate is Topaz.” The gray dragon answered. As advisor to the king he knew nearly every dragon and what clan they were in.
The king snarls. “So the self-proclaimed peace-keepers are attacking our own kin and partnering with slayers! They will all burn this night for their treachery against my son!” He snarls.
“Great Scales…” The grey dragon protests as the other dragons around them back away in horror at the thought of wiping out one of the clans. “This is but the action of one dragon and her slayer. We are so few, would it not be more prudent too…”
“Are you questioning your king!?” The King roars and bats the grey dragon across the head, leaving claw marks across his scales.
“The humans must perish! All of them! Any who oppose me and my son will join them! Gather all the fighters. Any dragon from the Amarinthia clan who does not join my army tonight will die!”
“Great Scales, please. You are acting too rashly.” An orange dragon named Sun steps forward bravely. You act as one of the human kings. Each dragon has a right to choose how they wish to address the humans. Granted...Ametrine’s attack of the prince was inexcusable...but to attack a whole clan and force them to go against their conscious is not…” His argument was cut short by teeth burying into his throat. The other dragon’s recoiled in horror as the King killed the outspoken dragon in cold-blood.

The King lifts his head, jaw dripping with the blood of Sun. “Who else wishes to speak up and oppose me?” No dragon volunteered. “Then all fighters gather together at the Great Oak Tree. We fly at sunset!”
 
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The Tomb of Two Kings
Merek examined the sword, it was a fine weapon, crafted with precision and care. For the size of the sword, a great sword, it felt relatively light. Merek assumed that it was related to the fact it was forged with dragon stone. The sword itself, though, felt as if it was a living and breathing entity; there was more to this weapon than what Ametrine was leading on. "If we are to travel to your kin, in the Western Hills, we will need to gather supplies before we embark on our journey. Unlike you, Ametrine, I cannot travel for 3 days without proper supplies and rest." Merek knew very well that dragons had a high endurance for travel and required very little to sustain themselves. It made tracking them as a Slayer that much more difficult. "There is a small town close to here by the name of Anheath, I'll be able to collect supplies for our journey. Are you able to take us there?" Ametrine nodded. "Perfect. You'll have to land a decent distance away from the town as it has guard towers and they will attempt to shoot you if you get close enough. We should leave right away before it gets too dark."

Anheath
The town of Anheath was nestled in the eastern region of Askar. It was a sizable town, home to approximately 1000 individuals. Primarily humans inhabited Anheath but there were some dwarves living amongst them. The town was well maintained, only parts of it were run down and it had not been the victim of a dragon attack in ages. Anheath was governed by a consortium of Guildmasters, The Azure Saints, lead by a human named Geoffrey. The Guildmasters monitored the caravans coming in and out of the town as trade was the staple of Anheath's economy. The town itself was rich in armories and blacksmiths who supplied nearby farming communities in exchange for produce and meats. Anheath was fortified by a wall, several guard towers, and two entrances with giant gates; no one was coming or going without The Azure Saints knowing.

It did not take long before Ametrine and Merek arrived some distance away from Anheath. It would take approximately an hour for Merek to walk from their location to the town's gates but he couldn't risk having Ametrine come any closer to the town's walls; he would not put her in danger like that. The man turned to face her before leaving"It will take me about an hour to get there and then I will be a couple of hours gathering supplies. I don't have a lot of money on me since I spent the last of my resources hunting the prince and did not make payday" he suddenly stopped, realizing how ignorant he was sounding. "My sincerest apologies Ametrine, I didn't... I didn't mean for it to come out like that. Regardless, I don't have much on me so I will have to do some negotiations. It might take a little while, please don't worry. I will be back by nightfall, I promise." Merek placed a hand gently on the side of her leg for reassurance and then disappeared into the distance.

Merek walked silently, thinking about what it would be like to meet the rest of Ametrine's clan. She was so positive that they would not attack him and though he trusted Ametrine, he was unsure if he would trust another dragon. Merek still struggled with the idea of working toe to toe with a dragon and yet he found himself connected to Ametrine. She spoke about a history where dragons and humans coexisted and even formed powerful bonds that strengthened each other. Ametrine thought that was what was going on for two of them and in his gut, Merek knew it to be true. Even being a distance away from her he could feel her heart beating inside of him; it was as if she was there, beside him.

A couple of men belonging to The Azure Saints were posted at the gates, it was easy to identify them because they all bore the same azure coloured diamond stitched into the shoulder of the jackets they wore. The two men didn't stop Merek, he had no caravan and was not a shady looking individual. Passing through the gates, Merek was greeted with a bustling town. People were walking in every which way, children were playing in the streets, and vendors lined the sidewalks. Anheath, the trading town... it's been awhile my old friend.

Merek wandered the streets for awhile, he poked his head in and out of shops bartering his way through obtaining minor supplies, a couple of loaves of bread at most. He sighed as walked down an alleyway this is not going to do. He did not want to resort to trickery and thieving but it appeared as if he had no choice. Merek came to the end of the alleyway and surveyed his surroundings for a potential target. A child, no. An elder man, no. A dwarf, oh god no. A young man with a rucksack.. and a.. a dragon's horn!? Slayer. You'll have enough money on you to buy my supplies rather than steal them. Merek emerged from the alleyway and followed behind the slayer at a safe distance while he studied him. The slayer broke off and started to head down a less populated street, finally taking a corner and moving out of sight. Merek increased his speed to ensure he wouldn't lose him but as he turned the corner he was met with a man staring directly at him.

"Did you really think I wouldn't know you were following me? Do you think that I'm some kind of nobody!?" the slayer raised his voice at him.
Merek scoffed "You would be a shitty slayer if you didn't. At least now I'm not stealing from the blind."

"Big words for a man by himself!" the slayer yelled as he lunged at Merek, knife in hand. Merek easily dodged the oncoming attack and knocked into something behind him what!? Two large arms wrapped around the front of Merek's arms and held them down. He wasn't alone.. smart lad.

"Now what are you going to do, little man?" the slayer taunted him, the man holding Merek now chuckling behind his ear.

"It's probably best you brought some company, wouldn't want you to get lonely." Merek taunted back.

The slayer grew angry at his comment, "I'll show you, you nobody!" he lunged toward Merek again and a grin formed on Merek's face.

Merek threw his head backward into the face of the man who was holding him, the man released his grip and Merek sidestepped the slayer's pursuit, quickly tackling him to the ground and pushing his dagger hand into his chest. You must've been a new slayer, you were not prepared whatsoever, you left yourself open and you trusted someone to work with you. You would've died the minute you faced a dragon.. Merek stood up from the body beneath him, blood now pooling in the street. He reached down and looked for the man's satchel of coins, only to be disappointed by finding very little well this will buy me enough for a days worth of supplies anyway..

"YOU THERE! STOP WHAT YOU'RE DOING!" a booming voice came from the direction of the bustling streets. Merek looked over to find the slayer's friend with a group of The Azure Saints with him. Little rat... "YOU'RE UNDER ARREST FOR MURDER! YOU ARE COMING WITH ME!" the group of Saints began to move toward him, weapons drawn.

"Sorry lads but I won't be sticking around!" Merek exclaimed as he turned to run in the other direction. The man made it three quarters of the way down the alleyway until he field a sharp pain pierce the back of his thigh. Merek toppled, he turned to find an arrow sticking out of his leg but he did not have the time to heal it here, not while the Azure Saints were fast approaching him. This is going to hurt... Merek thought as he broke the arrow and pulled it out of his leg. He pushed himself as quickly as he could to his feet, channelled a small amount of energy into his fist and punched the ground causing minor debris and dust to fill the area. It was enough to buy time for Merek to put distance between him and the saints and hopefully make it out of the town in one piece.
 
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Ametrine had gone hunting while Merek when after his own supplies. A deer filled her belly and a couple rabbits had been set aside for the slayer. She was napping in the sun when a sharp pain filled her mind. She lept to her feet, wings extended, ready for fight or flight. However, the pain wasn't from her. It was from her slayer. She could feel his heart racing, his mind desperate. He was in danger.

Ametrine roars at the air and takes off. Ignoring the danger that the city poised to her she charged it, ready to come to her slayer's defense. When she close enough to the city she called out to Merek mentally. "Where are you!? Are you injured badly?" Below her she could see the tiny humans rushing around preparing to defend their city from imminent attack as she circled.
 
Merek heard the roar off in the distance as he hobbled through the labyrinth of alleyways, trying every door along the way praying one would be open. The Azure Saints would be gaining on him soon and he needed to duck away to heal his leg before he had a chance of losing them. Craaaaaaash Merek flew through an unlocked door and fell to the ground. Finally, I found one. The man looked up to see a woman and her child staring at him in fear. He quickly scampered to his feet, pushed the door closed behind him and then turned to the family, positioning a finger over his mouth "Shhhhhh"

Merek rested his back against the wall, hand resting on the hilt of his sword as he readied himself for the saints to burst through the door at any moment. A hoard of footsteps could be heard running past on the other side of the doorway and Merek began to relax, hand releasing the hilt of his sword. The relaxation did not last long as he heard Ametrine's voice echo in his head and mix of frustration and fear consumed him. "Ametrine? Are you at the city!? You must leave right away, they're going to attack you, they're scared of you! They have slayers here, Ametrine!"

The town of Anheath prepared their soldiers at the sight of the dragon hovering over them. The guard towers already began their defense, shooting arrows at Ametrine flying overhead. The slayers in the town marveled at the hunt coming to them; the game had been made easy. Horn after horn sounded as the prepared to attack the beast in the sky.

Merek winced at the sound of the horns echoing throughout the city, the signal of a Dragon Slayer finding it's prey. Ametrine was going to be in trouble if she didn't get out of there quickly which meant that he had to get out of there quickly. Merek sat on the ground and looked at his wound, he then looked back to the woman and child still staring at him, now with a look of fear on their faces with the knowledge that a dragon was hovering over their town. "It's going to be OK" Merek reassured, "the dragon will not hurt the city. It is not like the others..." the child began to cry. Merek quickly placed a hand over his wound a warm glow appeared underneath it, healing the wound where the arrow had pierced him. It only took a minute before the wound had closed up, although still sore he wouldn't be bleeding and would be able to run on it almost completely normally. He looked at the family once more, "thank you for letting me stay, I'm going to go deal with the dragon and save the day now." The man exited the building into the empty alleyway and quickly found his way to the town square where Slayers and Wizards had gathered. The dragon's shadow cast over the town square as she circled Anheath over top, frantically searching for Merek. The barrage of magical attacks on the sky began; the city of Anheath was well prepared for a dragon encounter. Ametrine, you must go! If you stay you could get injured and I will be forced to stop these men from killing you.
 
"Will you be able to get out of the city on your own?" Ametrine refused to leave until he assured her that he would. Even then he could feel her reluctance to leave him in possible danger. She flew too high for the arrows and spears but the magical attacks she was forced to avoid. It was only after one glances off her side that she finally relents and turns back towards the forest. Only now there were a dozen or more slayers on her tail, charging out of the city for the "easy" prize.

Ametrine hid in the thickest, darkest part of the forest. Covering herself in branches, bushes and leaves. Not all dragons just stood out in the open for the slayers to find. She watched a number of them going by, with blood-lust on their faces, her heart pounding fearfully at the thought of being caught by such a large number of them. She finally feels Merek getting close. His progress had been slower and she could feel the ache in his leg in the back of her mind. She guides him with images to her hiding spot and when they were certain the coast was clear, she stands, shaking off her camouflage.

He mounts her and they take to the air, putting as much distance between them and the area before her stamina gave out.
When they seemed to be safely away he started reprimanding for getting so close to the city. She blows a puff of smoke at him in reply. "We are connected now Merek. Everything you do feel, I feel as if it were my own. And visa-versa. I knew you were in danger and wounded, so I rushed to your aid as you would have done for me."
 
"You put yourself in danger Ametrine, and if we are truly connected and one of those many slayers got the upper hand on you..." Merek paused, realizing a dark truth. "If we feel what each other feels... And you were to be killed back there, what happens?"
 
Ametrine shudders beneath him and beats her wings on the air. "From the stories I've heard, the connection would be broken and the other would continue to live. But I am uncertain how the death of one would affect the other. I imagine, the stronger the bond, the more painful it would be."

She turns, catching an air current and riding the wave.
"We must learn to be more careful, both when we are separated and together. Especially in battle. It will not do for you to drain all my mana for your abilities or for me to do the same."
 
"Are you certain that one of us would live if the other died?" Merek seemed skeptical after having felt the dragon's heartbeat within his own. "Will your kind be able to tell us more about this connection?"

Merek leaned into Ametrine as she joined the air current, he steadied himself and sat back up. "I agree, I think we need to discuss our strengths in more detail so that we know when the other is truly in need of our help. It is reckless for you to fly so close to a city so well prepared to bring you to the ground when it could mean potentially killing me in the process." he paused momentarily, realizing he was not accepting responsibility. "I owe an apology to you though, it must have been frightening not knowing what could happen to me but that's why I think it's important we discuss details. When we should engage a and when we should fall back. Maybe it would be helpful if we tested out this mana sharing business and see what we can and cannot do.. "
 
"It was. And I apologize as well for putting myself in a life threatening situation." She nods as he suggests practicing. "We'll land early tonight and test our skills. I know just the place. As for your question of whether my clan will be able to tell us more, the answer is yes. My mate should have the information we need, or at the very least, know where to find it. He's obsessed with the histories of dragons and humans before the divide. That is the only reason I know as much as I do."
 
A knot formed in Merek's stomach at the idea of Ametrine having a mate, leaving him confused with the feeling. He brushed it aside, ascertaining that it was connected to the fact the two of them were now bonded.

"What is his name?" Merek asked out of curiosity while surveying the land beneath them, pondering where the training space would be.
 
"Topaz. He has beautiful blue-green scales. I call him my flying ocean." He could feel her love and joy for him. "We've been mages for nearly 30 years now. Do you have a mate?"
 
Merek felt sick at Ametrine's description of Topaz but the feeling went away when he sensed her love and joy for him. He had not felt something like that before and it made him a bit uneasy.

"Me, a mate? "caught off guard by Ametrine's question, the man simply chuckled. He thought of the countless women he had shared a bed with, travelling from city to city, town to town, and village to village. A sly grin appeared on his face and he hoped that the dragon couldn't sense his promiscuous past. "No, no mate for me."
 
She chortles at him. "One day you should find one. You would make a good mate."

A few hours later they landed in an area of scorched rocks and pillars. It looked the ruins of an old castle with random broken walls scattered around the area. "I brought my first born here 20 years ago when he was first learning to breathe fire. This is an excellent place to practice out techniques."
 
A good mate? Yea right.

Merek dismounted Ametrine and walked about the ruins of the old castle, mesmerized by its beauty. It is but rubble and rock now but many years ago he could picture how it once stood proudly. He faced Ametrine, hearing her voice for the first time "did you say first born? Ametrine you're a mother!?" the dragon continued to surprise him.
 
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