A Dragon's Quarrel

[saerwen]

The sky was dark, shining with stars which littered the sky like flowers in a meadow. There was a brisk breeze blowing though the trees that surrounded the lake making them come alive, dancing to the song of the crickets and the frogs. In an endless symphony of nighttime chorus, and natural orchestration, the small woodland creatures came to enjoy the show, standing at the edge of the forest. Everywhere that you looked it was very lively, filled with joviality, and twilight merriment.
This was true everywhere except for the edge of the lake. At the very edge, there were two very contrasted figures. One was brighter, his silvery white hair shining in the moonlight. His blue eyes had a challenging look, filled with slight anger. His voice was not raised, but it was stressed. The other was completely dark, even her clothing. Her green eyes were shining ferociously. Everything that might have been joyful around the lake was completely silent like a graveyard. The only thing that could be heard was the conversation between the two.
“Would you stop bugging me Damion!” The girl practically yelled. “I am getting sick of this.” She pulled further away and started to continue around the lake. “You are acting like an over protective parent.”
“Well, it seems like I have to because you don’t have any parents to help you anyways! You keep going out and getting yourself in trouble, and don’t care! If I don’t care who will?” He opened his arms as though explaining the obvious. He followed her in her walk around the lake.
“Don’t you dare start lecturing me about parents!” She was yelling now. “That is all that I have heard in my head for the past 5 years. Parents, parents, PARENTS!” She was getting irrational. “Just get out of my freakin’ life Damion. Go get your own, you seem quite happy with Miriel.” Jaedon suddenly got quiet when she heard something from the forest, she stopped right where she was. Damion almost bumped into her.

[»Míríel«]

Neron had been walking with two of his friends, Miriel and Ares. He had been trying to get some quite but he couldn’t refuse his good friends company. After all if he told Miriel to go away that would just cause her to cling to him more and she was still too weak to have much energy to do about anything. Her face was so pale lately, not that his was any better, but he thought that a walk with his jovial friend would be a good thing. It would take the attention off himself. So he endured his headache and walked ahead of the others. At least it was night time and he didn’t have to go through the blinding lights of the day. This was truly the only time that he had let Miriel drag him out of his room, it was dark enough to where she couldn’t see his wasting figure nor the dark circles that hung under his eyes like death. He hadn’t been eating anything nor had he been sleeping lately, so his form had become thinner and paler, though he had covered most of this by wearing baggy shirts and pants his face seemed wasted and thin. “Bless you night….Bless you.” because he was ahead of the others he stumbled upon two familiar people, of course his stalker and the stalkers annoying friend. “And I thought my headache couldn’t get any worse.” It was true his headache had grown as the fright from within had grown stronger. The voices inside his head had risen to a shrieking height, like a soprano off key and now they were in a constant rhythmic chant. If you understand what horrors this would bring to your ears you might have a slight understanding of what he was going through.
Neron managed to catch what Jaedon had said about Damion acting like a parent to her. A smirk crawled upon his face. It was only a couple moments later that Jaedon noticed his presence. “Ah Damion, let me give you a word of advice, you don’t want to be anything near taking the place of Jaedon’s parents. I have heard very unfortunate things happen to them.” His dark figure was barely visible in the twilight, only his pale skin was to be seen, and barely that. His dark hair had grown and was longer and more untidy than before, covering his eyes from view. “So did you guys come for a romantic walk around the lake or are you deciding to have a competition to see who can bite the others head of first?”

[saerwen]

The second that Neron opened his mouth Damion was already dreading Jaedon’s wrath. She was so angry right now, and she knew that whatever Neron said could only make this worse. But when it finally popped out, Damion’s jaw just about hit the ground. Neron, you blasted idiot! What the devil made you say such a heartless, wicked, dangerous thing?! As though I haven’t made her angry enough, now what is she going to do?! His anger was slightly kindled towards Neron and his cheeky comments.
Jaedon just stood there, staring at him, her eyes blazing with anger, almost hatred. She wanted to kill him… If ever there was anything in her that wanted to kill someone as much as she had wanted to kill her parents, it was now, her wanting to throttle Neron within an inch of his life and then end it. She could just imagine it. Her eyes slowly started to dye themselves their wicked black. She was so…bloodthirsty. Then, all at once she just let it die. Everything within her died. Her eyes went back to their original color slowly, and she let out a long sigh.
“Neither hopefully. You seem to be able to bite everyone’s head off without even trying hard lately, so I doubt either of us would place first, Neron.” She sounded exhausted. She just turned around, flicking some of her pitch colored hair out of her face, casting her haunting glare out to the lake. Neron had no idea how much that had hurt her, and if she could keep it, he never would know. Damion just stared at her, and then looked at Neron with the darkest glance he had ever managed to give anyone. His entire person seemed to get darker, mood and all, like a sudden storm coming quickly through to ravage a town with its ravenous wrath.

[»Míríel«]

Neron smirked even though he felt like losing his stomach on both of them, one reason for him not eating he couldn’t keep anything in. “Well then you two would lose but perhaps-” He didn’t get to go any further. Miriel and Ares had finally caught up to him. Neron’s face turned to its usual stoic expression. “Great..”
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Miriel had enjoyed talking with Ares very much and had almost forgotten about Neron and her weakness. Neron had been kind to invite Ares. Little did she know the true reason for inviting his old friend was for him to be a distraction for her. Ares reminded her of a mixture of Damion and Neron, it was funny trying to combine those two personalities, but here it was and she never would have know that it was possible. She felt something amiss in the air, a certain tension, but her senses were dulled by her weak nature.
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Ares was delighted to see who they had stumbled upon. “Ah, Damion! Who would have thought of meeting you here. And With Jaedon!” He bowed slightly to Jaedon and unhooked his arm with Miriel. Him holding Miriel’s arm in that way wasn’t for any affection beyond friendship, but was rather his way of making sure Miriel didn’t stumble in the darkness. He sensed a weakness in her and he wanted to make sure that she wouldn’t get hurt. Seeing Jaedon he leaned closer and whispered into her ear,”So have you been kissed by Neron lately?” Sadly he didn’t take care in how loud his voice was. Considering how close Damion was he probably could hear it. Taking a step back he looked at the two of them. “So what brings you guys out here, the beautiful weather?” Little did Ares know that he might have treaded on a raw nerve..

[saerwen]

Damion just shook his head and then looked up to see Ares and Miriel. He mustered a smile, seeing as how he was still rather dark with Neron and very upset with Jaedon, it was really hard for him to be so unhappy, and he just wanted be happy, and this wasn’t working. He looked to Miriel.
“Good evening Miriel. How are you doing tonight?” He knew that Miriel was going to figure out that they he and Jaedon were both on edge.
He then turned to Ares before that little comment came out. “Nice to see you again so soon Ares.” He then turned towards Neron again, still rather unhappy. It was while focusing on Neron that he heard what Ares said. There was a slight pause when Ares asked what they were doing out by the lake. Damion however, simply ignored that one and addressed the one before it. His eyes narrowed, blue depths becoming so icy and cold, you would have thought they didn’t belong to the usually happy Damion. He swung his head around and looked at Jaedon who was still just staring blankly out to the lake, hardly hearing a word they said, still trying to shove her tears back down the back of her throat. Seeing that she had obviously not paid any attention to the comment he turned back to Neron glaring at him with the thing closest to hatred as Damion could get. “What?!” His voice was slicing, and filled with an emotion that most had never heard come out of him, most did not include Jaedon, but she was currently on unawares.

[»Míríel«]

Miriel smiled as Damion addressed her. She smiled warmly at him as she thought about what to answer. She was feeling so much better, that was true, and she couldn’t help but feel indebted to him. But before she could say anything Damion’s voice sliced through the air like a knife. Anger blazed in his eyes, an anger she had never imagined to see in Damion’s face. She blinked blankly, shock overcame her body. What…what was going on? Her gaze shifted from Ares, who was looking troubled, unknowing about what he had started, then to Neron who she now noticed looked rather thin, then Jaedon who was staring unhappily into the lake. Everything started crashing down on her. Her friends weren’t happy, but why? Had she been the cause of this? Her face turned pale and she quavered slightly as every part of her body seemed to go numb for a moment. But Ares grasped her before she could do anything. So she remained standing as if nothing was wrong but really her mind was in a whirlwind. She had never seen Neron able to provoke Damion this much, what had happened?
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Ares stood there blankly in shock also, though not nearly as deep as Miriel’s what was going on? He was completely clueless and looked from his old friend to his new one.
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Neron just scowled as Damion’s voice sliced through the air, it caused his face to wince. That loudness was totally uncalled for. It sent lightning into his head. His eyes narrowed, “What Damion, What about what? I think you should explain your question before you go yelling around everywhere demanding answers. What did a little raincloud come over your happy day? What a pity. Now if you please go raise your voice somewhere else, I’m not in the mood for shrill notes upon the air.”

[saerwen]

Damions glare started to shine, literally as he listened to Nerons sarcastic remark. Oh, real funny Neron. Damions mind was turning upside down. You think this is all just one of your little games that you can push aside. Well that is it. I am fixing to teach you some manners you won’t forget, boy. Damion looked to the ground for a moment in a slight attempt to gather his anger, but then he just threw it out the window. “You know, that is it. I am at the end of my rope with you, Neron. I am sick and tired of you acting like this world should bow down to you. I am sick and tired of how rude and disrespectful you are to everyone, and I am fed up with you trampling all over Jaedon.” He whirled around and looked at Jaedon who was obviously stifling something. This was proof that what Neron had said was making her very upset. “Now I just heard something that might or might not have been true, but I have no reason to believe that it wasn’t, and truthfully, I don’t even care anymore. You have been trying my patience since the moment that I met you Neron, now you better give me either a good reason to calm down, or a good reason to throttle you within half an inch of your life. You choose.” Damions eyes were glowing a bluish-white, looking brighter than the moon itself. His entire form was getting lighter and less defined in form. He was now practically white, like snow. He stood poised waiting for Neron’s answer, almost sure that he was going to get his wish.

[»Míríel«]

Neron snarled in reply. “well you know what? I’m bloody tired of you trying to police everyone into being happy, you can’t order people to get along, and you think I am trying to make people bow down to me. Well mister everyone has to get along, I don’t care a bit to what you say. Get out of my life. I’m not a pawn for you to control.” He wasn’t in the condition to fight right now but Neron didn’t care one bit. Perhaps everything would end here. He winced as the voices inside his head gave a scream of delight, a fight! “Well you will get what you want.” A hiss came from his mouth as his eyes suddenly became slits and his tongue grew forked. It was only a matter of moments before he was in his true form. He launched himself up into the air. His darker side was very happy and the voices cheered him on. Angry…yes...it felt so good.
He knew that Damion would soon follow him and so Neron rapidly climbed into the night sky, his figure fading in the darkness about him. Though he knew that this wouldn’t phase Damion to much. Dragons had good night sight and even better smell, though it would make things a bit harder for the ice demon.
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Miriel held out her hand to stop Neron, but it was too late, he was gone. Her eyes grew distant and the light in them died. What was going on? The shock of the whole thing was still wracking her body and so her hand flopped by her side and she cast a pleading look to Damion. But she knew that he was too far gone to even care. She had seen that look in Damion’s eyes far too often. Damion and Neron would just have to fight it out, and there was nothing she could do about it.
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Ares watched as Neron shed his skin and transformed into his true form, something Ares was hoping to never see again. A sigh came from him, nothing had changed…nothing. Neron was the same as ever, he kept on telling himself that but he kept on hoping that something was different. If Neron didn’t change…Ares knew what that would bring him to. ‘Neron…” He whispered, no to anyone in particular, in fact only Miriel heard it. She gave his hand a little squeeze of comfort. But when he turned to her he noticed her eyes moist with tears, barely visible in the starlight.

[saerwen]

This was a challenge that Damion was not going to pass up. He was half way to having changed forms already. It felt so good to lose his skin after keeping it on for so long. He saw the pleading look in Miriels eyes, but he was not going to let this go. This crap had gone on too long. Damion simply gave Miriel a glance that conveyed what he said next, “I’m sorry, Miriel, but that was the last straw.” He then looked up to the sky, his human form fading in a flurry of bright and beautifully glowing snow. When the miniature blizzard blew over, landing on or near Miriel, Ares, and Jaedon, there was no one in its place. Instead, climbing in the sky, a large, white dragon rose higher and higher, looking like a shining star amongst the many already there. His majestic form sped through the air, his nose and eyes leading the way to his prey.
He stopped high up and took time to think. A chess board came to his mind almost immediately, like it always did in a fight. He quickly took time to strategize. He then flew up higher and higher, sure that he had passed Neron, wherever he was hiding. He then just pushed his large wings out and hovered, waiting for Neron to make the move. He knew that it was coming, he was anticipating some magic from the side, or from under him, but whatever it was, Damion knew that it would be fine. Since he was white, Damion was a little easier to see that Neron was, and he took this into account. He was going to have to play this chess game very carefully if he wanted to win…well, losing wasn’t really an option, although it was a possibility.
Jaedon just stood at the edge of the lake. She had heard everything, she had known what was going to happen before it did, and she knew that it was all pointless. She also knew that she was mainly the cause. Why was she always messing things up? It made her want to run away so that she wouldn’t cause trouble anymore. As she thought about it more and more, she just sank to the ground, landing on her knees, almost in the lake water. It looked so inviting…such a good…death. she felt like falling in, just letting herself be swallowed by the hungry water. She didn’t do it though, because she knew that Miriel or ares would jump in and save her. She just let tears fall silently down her face, looking at some of Damion’s snowflakes melting very slowly on the ground. He must have been very angry.

[»Míríel«]

Neron watched as Damion headed towards him this would be so nice. No matter what the outcome, he would enjoy this. Neron watched the large white dragon hover before him, for he really wasn’t that far off. Though Damion might be a bit bigger than he was, Neron was faster. It was time to strike. Climbing a bit farther into the air he pinned his wings to his side, diving down at Damion’s back side. As he passed him he spewed fire out at him before disappearing below Damion. A screech echoed into the air as he spread his wings to climb back up. Getting higher he located Damion once more and pinned his wings, hurtling towards him, this time not hoping to dodge him, but to smash right into him, latch on and start biting the white beast. Hopefully he wouldn’t miss.
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Miriel couldn’t bear to watch it any more, she needed someone strong by her side, someone calm. For once Damion wasn’t there. So she buried her head into Ares’s chest to hide everything from view. If only the sounds of the fight could disappear, but of course that would be too good to be true. So she stood there, arms folded in front of her chest crying silently into Ares, his strong arms wrapped about her loosely as he watched. She came to her senses soon enough to realize that Jaedon was by the water. With red eyes she parted from Ares and walked over to Jaedon. Wrapping her friend in a bear hug she muttered, “This isn’t your fault….it isn’t your fault….it’s mine I must have caused Damion a lot of strain after the last fight with Neron, it probably started all this. Oh Jaedon, it’s not your fault…” Miriel’s tears were falling fast now, not only because of the emotion in her heart but also her great fear of water, and here she was almost at the edge of the lake. This thought caused her to grip onto Jaedon a bit tighter.

[saerwen]

Damion continued to wait, surprised that Neron was taking this long. He would have thought that he had attacked by now. Then, just barely audible, Damion heard wings beating hard, probably climbing up. He now knew where Neron was, and as soon as he calculated that, Neron came darting down with a fiery blast aimed for his backside. Damion simply swung his tail under him, which pulled the rest of his form out of the way. Then Damion heard him climbing again, with more and more speed. Damion could see this one coming. If he dove with another fire blast, he was going to try and swipe Neron with his tail, and if he came on a collision course, well, then they would collide, and he was going to bite Neron’s wing, or close to it, and then detach with some magic. Damion was pretty sure that Neron was not thinking this through all of the way. He continued to sit, waiting for Neron to make the first mistake, ready again, for anything. He could hear Neron falling through the air already. He put his mind into working up his magic, and it was almost ready, ready for till the end of the fight.
Jaedon wasn’t really listening to Miriel, tears still falling silently down her face. She felt Miriel start to tremble, and wondered what was wrong in the back of her mind. She did the only thing she knew how. She crept inside Miriels mind, but not with an invading presence, and it wasn’t hard to figure out the problem. Water. Water. Water. It was echoed everywhere in Miriels mind, like refrain that couldn’t be forgotten. She wrapped her arms around Miriel, turning to her so that she could provide a shield for her friend should they get a little too close to the water. She then looked up to Ares. He was just standing there, watching. Poor thing, what else could he do? She clung a little tighter to Miriel, allowing her now cascading tears to hit her shirt.

[»Míríel«]

Neron hit Damion like a ton of bricks, right where he had hoped, on the back. But then something that he didn’t expect happened, the impact and where he hit Damion’s back caused him to fall a bit off balance. So his wings flew out, smacking Damion and his claws sunk in deep for grip. But this was after he skidded slightly over Damion’s side. So there he was clinging on to Damion’s side slightly confused what to go for next, wing or leg. He decided to try and take the closest thing possible, Damion’s leg. So opening his mouth with his razor sharp dagger long teeth he went for Damion’s leg.

Now if Neron had been in his right senses and he wasn’t doing this half hearted with voices screaming in his head he perhaps would have noticed how uncomfortable it was to be gripping an ice dragon. But the good thing was is that his body immediately started to counter the coldness but bringing up his body temperature. To Damion it probably would have felt like a live coal was clutching onto his side. But this heat also cauterized the puncture wounds that Neron had driven in with his desperate grip to stay latched onto Damion, thus stopping any bleeding that might have happened.
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Miriel’s grip tightened on Jaedon as those words echoed in her mind, “Water, water, water, Damion, Neron, fight, anger, water, sorrow, water, fight, guilt, water, death, water, death...mother.”. Her eyes closed tightly as her whole mind started to start going haywire with all the different emotions that wracked her body. Her feet moved automatically as Jaedon sheltered her from the water. But Miriel didn’t seem to notice that there was now a barrier between her and the water, but she just let more tears fall down her face. Those tears turned to sniffles then to silence. “It’s not your fault...” she repeated out loud. Which caused more tears to fall down her face.
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Ares didn’t know what to do, here he had two sobbing females on his hands and friends fighting each other like the worst enemies. This was not going to turn out well. But he didn’t know what to say to the girls now that they were sobbing into each others shoulders. “Women....they have all the tenderness it seems...” He shook his head in helplessness. What to do with everyone, chaos, this was sheer chaos.

[saerwen]

Damion pulled his wings in after Neron hit him, letting the start to fall, gravity pulling both of them down towards the lake. If Neron wanted to stop, he was going to have to use his strength. When he did this, Damion knew that Neron’s claws would leave probably leave quite the scratch, because Neron would eventually spread his wings, using them to stop both dragons descent. It would hurt Neron more than him, because pulling both of them up on wings that weren’t meant to carry that much mass was going to be hard. He felt them both start plumetting to the ground like a mountain boulder falling from its place. The burning sensation was more than annoying though. He hoped that Neron would do it quickly so that he would come off his back.
He then wrapped his head around and snapped at Neron’s wing, making contact with the soft flesh as he felt Neron’s teeth dig into his leg. That was going to leave a mark. Ouch. What a dirty little mongrel you are. Oh well, I would rather lose my leg than my wing. He pulled on the wing to try and get it to open, so that he could speed the process of getting Neron off of his back. He could feel the scalding heat like he was holding his hand in a fire. He then used some of his ice magic to freeze the spot where Neron was, but it only helped for a little while because he melted. He would just have to be patient. The whole time he never made a noise though other than a slight grunt when Neron bit his leg. Melting was his main worry, because, little did people know, but if an ice dragon melts enough, their essence starts to die, their ice starts to die, and in all, if left without cold for too long after that, they die. That was how you killed an ice dragon, and Damion was taking an educated gamble that Neron didn’t know that. His chess board was showing an uncertain match, but he was 85% sure that he would win. He just hoped that pulling on Neron’s wing a little more would get him to open it, and so, to ensure, he tugged a little more forcefully, the taste of blood becoming a little too pleasant by the minute.
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When Miriel gripped tighter around her Jaedon knew that she needed to get away from the water. But Jaedon just didn’t have the physical strength to pick them both up. Her tears were dry, for she had none left to cry, she had no more emotions left, they were drained. She was drained. Why do I have to be this way? Why am I haunted by visions that I forgot long ago? My parents...I hate them so much, but miss them too. I miss my father the most. How can you miss someone so much, that you have never met? Rage...Betrayal...That is my drive, and now that I don’t have it anymore I am nothing. The words of her ancient friend Fische came back to her, “ Assassins don’t have friends, they don’t have partners. We can’t have a heart, we cannot feel anything. It’s just a job, a way of life all its own. The second that you gain a friend or someone that you will worry about, BANG!” She jerked slightly as she remembered the impact of his fist a second time against her stomach. He had been so mad a her that night. “ You’re dead, girl. Don’t think that anyone in this world will help you. You are a wretched demon, cast from hell because you were so bad, and this is your only resort. To be a witch that conjures spells of hate that will kill whoever you must, that is what you are...Yes, a witch. Your mother left you, I’ve left you before, families have abandoned you, why do you still trust heartless humans? They are only good for killing...masscre. Everyone is just another target, just another objective. Killing is your pleasure Jaedon, live it, do it, love it, because you will never be anything else.” As the horrifying memory came to an end she heard the sound of liquid dripping into a cup, then the sound of someone dying... She knew who it was, and she couldn’t stand to be held in the arms of their daughter any longer. She didn’t deserve such comfort. A demon should never touch someone so innocent as Miriel. Never.
Jaedon let go of Miriel. “Ares, get Miriel away from the water before she goes insane. Stupid girl, I don’t know why she came over here. Obviously not thinking at all, thanks to those two bafoons up there.” her voice was cold, but not towards anyone in specific, but rather at herself. Shed stayed where she was in front of Miriel while she waited for Ares to obey her.

[»Míríel«]

Neron felt with pleasure his fangs dig into Damion’s leg. The taste of blood rushed over his tongue only adding to his pleasure of this fight. It had been to long since he had tasted such a thing. But then the taste grew sour in his mouth. Dragon blood, fighting against another brother in species, it almost made him want to vomit it back up. It was cold too, to cold now that he thought of it, it almost seemed to freeze on his tongue. Humans had a much nicer flavor, warmer and rich. But just when he was about to have the rage within him die at the taste of common blood Damion’s teeth sank into his left wing. A roar came from within him as he released Damion’s leg. But he saw what the blasted ice dragon was trying to do, open his wing. At the speed they were falling it would snap his wing in half.
These thoughts had just been rushing through his head when Damion did another tug on his wing. Pain wreathed through him like hot fire. All repulsiveness of drawing another dragon’s blood faded and the taste in his mouth turned sweet. His green eyes flashed with anger and pain as he sunk his teeth deeper to snap at Damion’s throat that was so near. A plan came to his mind. Releasing his tight grip on Damion he only held on enough to stay on. Opening his mouth he sent a blast of fire hurtling towards Damion’s head. Hopefully this would cause Damion to release his hold on Neron’s wing, especially with fire blazing at him rapidly. As Neron did this he released his hold on Damion and pushed off the ice dragon, his wings still pinned as much as he could to his side. This would send him spiraling down and away from Damion, their fighting grip released.
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Ares heard Jaedon and immediately took control of the situation. It seemed like Jaedon now had control over her emotions. Getting behind Miriel he slipped one hand around her shoulders and the other he held onto one of her hands, guided her away from the water. The effect was almost immediate, Miriel’s tears ceased flowing but now a numb look showed on her face. “Neron is going to hear from me about this.. Damion to if you don’t mind, they have no idea what this is doing to everybody. Especially, “” he looked down at Miriel and then back up at Jaedon. Miriel was unresponsive and seemed to be in her own little world. “Can we do anything to stop this? In fact why haven’t we done anything?”
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Miriel felt the presense of the dreaded water fade as strong arms guided her away. The voices about her were slightly mumbled and the sounds of the fight were intensified. A roar erupted into the air. “Is that Damion, is he hurt? Or is it Neron?” Her eyes shifted upward toward the sky and she saw flame blasting out. Why did all the bad things happen at the lake. “The water, it is because of the water...it’s bad luck...bad..luck.” Then the words of Ares came to her, though faint in the background. Her gaze stayed turned toward the dark sky. “No...they must continue.” her voice was equally faint, like the gentle breeze on a spring day. A firm look came to her mouth as she stood there gazing upward.

[saerwen]

Damion felt Neron’s grip ease up, and then, let go. YES!!!! I am free! It wasn’t the fire that made Damion pull his teeth out of Neron, it was Neron getting so close to his neck. That could mean death if Neron was smart enough. Damion jerked back, pulling Nerons wing with him a little, but then letting go. Neron’s flame came soon after, but Damion just let it come. Right when it reached him, a wall of shining white magic blew out, stopping the fire blast, and then consuming it and wrapping it in a shining ball, like one of the stars, and then coming back to Damion, seeping into his scales. He loved using that spell. Not only was it beautiful, it was virtually effortless. He wondered for a moment if Neron knew what that little spell was, and if he knew that only dragons could do it?
He almost gave a sigh of relief when the stupid fire was off his back. It was immedietly replaced with cold. Oh, the soothing cold! Neron went shooting below him, and Damion sat for a second thinking as quickly as posible about what to do next. If Neron was below him it was very bad. Damion didn’t like attacking from the top, there was too much to hurt. But what if Damion kept pushing Neron down... He wasn’t going to kill Neron, he had never planned to, he just wanted to beat him, and the best way that Damion could do this was to get him on the ground, because Damion could overpower him and put a lock spell on him, keeping him down. He had to get him to the ground, that was it. He would attack from the top with magic and quick swipes, and the top only, driving Neron down as much as possible. Damion then dived, using his wings o speed him along. Right when he was about to crash into Neron, he pulled up, and the the side, sending a blow of black magic towards Neron. This would cause a lot of pain if it hit. The only way Neron could escape would be to go down because it was so close. Damion flew to the side and back up a little ways, leaving his side more than slightly exposed, knowing Neron would probably want to exploit that.
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Jaedon just smirked. “You’re kidding right? Miriel is right, they just need to fight this out to the end. Damion doesn’t want to kill Neron, he just wants to exploit him, he wants Neron to lose.” She turned around and looked at him. “Neron does want to kill Damion, but I am sure that he won’t. He is mindless when he gets angry, but Damion is thinking. He is the best chess player in the world, I am sure. Don’t tell, but the only reason I win is because I cheat.” She was emotionless now. “Just let them fight. They’ll get hurt, but that is okay. They won’t die.”
She turned to Miriel who was now safe from the water that Jaedon was still sitting by. “That was Neron. Damion doesn’t make a sound when he is fighting, even if it hurts. That is just what he does. It’s his way of exercising discipline over himself. Will power.” she looked at Miriel closely. “I think it is interesting though, Miriel. You asked about Damion first...” She cocked her head, still looking at Miriel, and still speaking without emotion.