Princess Of The Flame |Dota: Dragons Blood|

Part 29.

We arrived back at Lina's home after leaving Miriam's little shop. The joy I felt had dwindled yet again. By the Gods, what is happening to me?

"Hey, you doing okay? You look pretty upset." Davion asks.

"I'm alright..."

"Are you though? Skylana, I've know you for a while, I can tell when you're hiding something."

I never was good at keeping certain things to myself.

"Alright...truth be told, it appears that it has been Aurrak who has been a part of me since birth. Even before her and Slyrak cured me."

"The Luminous Eldwurm."

"Correct. But while at Dragonhold she was speaking to me in a dream. Suddenly, she looked rather frightened and told me to hurry, then she vanished and has been silent ever since. Slyrak told me he was the only one left..."

The Dragon Knight put an arm around my shoulders, pulling me closer to him.

"You're worried about her, I get it."

"Not only that, but I gradually haven't been feeling like joyous myself anymore."

He looked at me.

"It is simple to understand that joy is never constant. But ever since Aurrak had vanished, it feels as if a part of me is gone..."

"Skylana..."

The tears filled my eyes and I began to cry onto his shoulder. Davion pulled me into a warm and tight embrace, holding me close. I could not stop the tears from flowing. All the sadness and worry felt throughout my entire life had never been as awful as I felt of this moment.

"I don't know why she vanished...neither does Slyrak...but I'm sure it involves Terrorblade in some way, I'm sure of it..!!" I growled.

"Easy, easy. It'll be alright, I'm sure of it..."

"I hope to Mene you're right...I also hope Lina can grant me that audience..." I sniffled.

"I'm sure she can."

I looked up at Davion, a small smile creeping onto my face. He just knew how to make me feel better, for the time being that is. He wiped away my tears with his thumb and kissed my forehead.

~

After calming down significantly, I was sketching Auroths beautiful dragon form in my journal while laying on my bed. I swore I would add the icy Wyvern to my collection of Dragon sketches were it the last thing I ever do. The sketch was turning out far better than expected much to my surprise. But even doing my favorite thing was not enough to fill the hole in my soul.

I heard a knock on the door.

"May I enter?"

The voice belonged to Auroth herself.

"Of course, do come in."

The Dragon in her human form entered, closing the door behind her. She spotted my journal and approached.

"Writing I see?"

I shook my head.

"No, I haven't written in quite some time. I am sketching you."

I turned my journal toward her. Auroths eyes widened with what looked to be astonishment.

"You are very talented, little one. I too dabble in arts, only my passion is poetry."

"Is that so? Interesting-"

"I even wrote a poem after meeting your party. It has 47 stanzas-"

47 stanzas?? By Mene's Moon, that's quite a lot to write of a first meeting. How is someone to even respond to that? With no words to say, I only smiled and went back to my sketch.