Flight of the Pendraig

Flight of the Pendraig Ch 8

Flight of the Pendraig Ch8

Rowan's cave, Ascarlin mountains:

After they dropped off the meat at Safe Harbor, Rowan and Ebony had returned to their cave and were getting ready to sleep."Okay Ebony, time for bed." Rowan said.

"But Dad...*yawn* I'm not sleepy yet," Ebony said as she rubbed her eyes. Rowan chuckled and scooped up his daughter in his hand and laid on his back while holding Ebony close to his chest.

Rowan gently stroked her hair, Ebony yawned again as she began to close her eyes and drifted off to sleep. "Goodnight Ebony, sweet dreams," he whispered as he too fell asleep.

While they slept, Rowan was having a strange dream, almost as if it was a memory. The skies were filled with massive thunderstorms, all around him was smoke and explosions, both predators and humans were fighting against an army of pendraigs and some strange golem-like beings. Some were made of stone, while others were made from metal. Some looked humanoid while the others were monstrous mechanical abominations.

It was a massacre, and the smoke and ash didn't help Rowan at all. He coughed several times, feeling an intense weight on his chest as he watched in horror as several pendraigs were fighting and killing each other. Like blackened stars, several of them fell from the sky as their bodies were torn by blade and claw; scorched by fire; charred with electrical burns; acid burns, or smashed into frozen chunks.

Then, he heard a familiar roar that sounded like his own. He flew in the direction that he heard it come from and what he saw shocked him.

Two pendraigs were battling in the sky. The larger one had fair skin with battle scars, long golden hair with branch-like antlers on his head and red eyes filled with evil intent, the scales covering his draconic body were golden and he had a spiked bludgeon on the tip of his tail. Rowan felt nothing but a wave of fear course through him as he stared at the golden pendraig and then he turned to the other one.

He was slightly smaller than the golden one, but he looked like Rowan except with copper and brown scales covering his draconic body and spiked tail, fair skin, shoulder-length black hair with two long horns, and a trimmed beard.

Both male pendraigs wore armor. The golden one had a broad loose skirt with lamellar armor. The other pendraig wore a short-sleeved gambeson hauberk underneath an armored kilt.

The battle was fierce, the spiked tail of the golden one lashed out at the smaller pendraig's face and head, but it was blocked by the smaller pendraig's tail.

The golden pendraig let out an evil chuckle as he stared at his enemy. "Times haven't been kind to you, Draco. You should have never gone against me." he sneered.

His brother replied in anger as he pushed him back. "It was you who betrayed me Nidhogg! You murdered our father and my mother to take the throne for yourself! Take responsibility for what you've done."

"I took what was my birthright! Our father was weak!" Nidhogg shouted as he grabbed his brother Draco and slammed him to the ground. "The Guardians don't deserve to rule."

"They deserve to choose for themselves!" Draco said as he slugged his brother across the cheek, knocking him away from him.

"After this day Nidhogg, one shall stand, one shall fall!" Draco said as the two pendraigs exchanged blows.

Nidhogg launched himself in the air with Draco in pursuit. Climbing higher and higher, the two brothers battled in the air over the battlefield. Rowan couldn't help but gasp as he saw a full-scale battle below. Nagas; harpies; elementals; fairies, and other pendraigs were fighting for the very heart and soul of Felarya.