Distant calls

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Gone, gone was the Mirror dragon, her sweet cinnamon taste, a distant memory of our sweet union. Even my dear Kygo's presence couldn't shake the deep darkness of loss I felt. my power! I felt as if a knife had been plunged into my heart, leaving a gap of ache and sorrow. My dragon was not my dragon anymore, she was free. Free, a strange word, bittersweet and filled with aching joy. Ido was dead to, for all his sins I missed his presence, not like my dragon, but my heart still ached. part of me had hoped he had survived. That was impossible, in blind hunt for power, he had stupidly attempted to hold a force so great that it had ripped his hua apart. Oh Ido.
"Rise" Kygo ordered, his voice was horse and his body was pained, he hid it well. Dela stood first, her all her grace gone, obliterated by the loss of her lover. I hoped she would get better but perhaps some wounds never truly healed.

"We have succeeded" Kygo said "set hon is dead and even though here is much rebuilding to be done, the land, the palace" he looked straight at Dela, "the heart. The throne has its true leader, I pledge to lead with all the wisdom my father did and beyond." The cheer was loud but half hearted, we had lost so much in so little time, it would take years for those wounds to heal.

I looked out onto the battle field, were Sethon died, and Ido. Suddenly, my head snapped back, my thoughts invaded by another presence, not in physical form, Ido! "Eona" his mind voice spoke in a barely audible whisper, horse and unexpectedly scared. "Eona, bewere, bewere the golden pearl" I fell back my mind lunching into the shadow world.

Blackness, all I saw was blackness, then a silver presence shoved up my spine, it was Ido. "Eona, Eona can you hear me?" He rasped "yes, Ido what's happening? "Eona I don't have much time, meet me at the Kaden pass in no more then 3 weeks, hurry" his presence fade, "wait, what do you mean" I called, "Ido! Ido! Id-" my eyes popped open, Ido's words ringing in my head.

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