WREN Book Three Prince of Dragons

Tree of destruction

"This, you must do alone." Elfengar said to me.

"I do nothing alone." I informed him.

He glanced behind me. I smiled at his look of astonishment. "They may not be seen with human eyes, but they are always within my mind." I explained.

He sighed. "You're going against a being who knows this magic! One who also knows more than you in another craft." He shook his head. Backing away, he sat down.

"I don't know. You are a child!" He insisted.

"As you once were. With the original Zyn. You played, you fought, you lived and learned together. Am I so different, Amhar." I knew not where the name came from.

Once spoken, it was as if something changed within the witch before me. He bolted upright, rushing for me, on finger pointed in my face.

"Don't you join this fight this late! You ungrateful wench! You left me to this mess to go off finding your death!" He shouted.

That was all I understood of the words he spoke. The rest rushed from him in his native tongue. But I felt the overwhelming desire to laugh at him, which I did. He staggered back.

"I swear you carry his soul." He muttered turning away.

My hand shot out on its own. It caught his upper arm, stopping him. "I promised I would end this with you, Amhar."

The words didn't come from me. It wasn't even my voice. The tone was deeper. it was him. I knew it was, so did Elfengar. He turned slowly. His eyes large in his face as he looked upon me. He wasn't seeing the face I wore. Not my face. I could see it in his eyes. He saw his old friend.

"ZYN!" He whispered the name as if it took everything from him to say it.

"Fight with me, once more. Take him into battle, and come back with the one we loved." Zyn spoke to him through me.

I saw it, their falling out. They had been such good friends, like brothers. Yet Freyda had come along. It wasn't just her. Zyn had become more secretive. Zyn had liked the fiery, flame haired girl, but she only had eyes for the robust strong witch that walked at his side. He had chosen his quest. Taken the dragon Nuare, and gone off to save the world. Or, as Elfengar saw it, went into a fight without him, and it killed him.

"Together. One last time!" Elfengar's fingers curled around my arm.

"Give him our language. Help me teach him." He said.

The next words came out of his mouth in the ancient tongue, yet I understood them completely. Was it the dragon magic within me, or was it Zyn himself? I wasn't sure.

"I, Starhaven, of the celestial knights, grant Zyn, my gift, my power. Take me into battle, bring back my love, and fight with us all together!" The power filled me.

It felt like my skin was going to burst open. There was so much that came with those words. He had entrusted me with his true name. I carried the true name of Zyn and Kyain already. My own name, that which Tanwen had given me, shined brightly as well. Then, there was that of the witch. I kept that hidden form them.

If Elfengar were to learn it, I feared what it would do to his soul. His craft would be blackened, for his anger toward her was on a level, that could turn the good witch horribly wrong. I held his hand as the spell snapped itself around my mind. It seemed, he was all that was keeping me to this earthen plane.

Slowly, the power subsided. I stood straighter. Gazing down at the floor, I breathed in, out and in once more. Letting it out as I lifted my head. I looked at those gathered before me. My friends, my family. I knew I couldn't take them all with me.