The Final Storm (Part 3)

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(Unedited) Immediately Vali's roar was heard rolling across the battlefield. It was a simple message, but it was all they needed to hear to confirm the echoes of the dying bells. "JAYDON GET YOUR BUTT OVER TO THE CASTLE!"

Jaydon cast a glance to the opening between the trees, his teeth sharpening involuntarily as he started to step away. Just as quickly, he held out his hand to Ralem. "Mikkan?"

Ralem had his response on the tip of his tongue. Lefdira mi Saelfien. By your side, soul brother. He looked at Jaydon's open palm, waiting for his hand to grasp it in a sacred oath. He could feel the power brimming behind Jaydon's skin, all that power. He could do anything with that power... Jaydon's emerald eyes burned into his own, Ralem felt as if they were almost predatory. He held out his hand slowly before halting. "No. You go," his hand flopped back to his side and he looked down. "I don't trust myself right now."

Jaydon hugged Ralem so abruptly his eyes almost popped out of his head. "I want to as much as you do..." He breathed, his lips just inches from Ralem's ear. "I would do anything for you, Ralem. Please, don't let this become a rift between us."

Ralem forehead smoothed as his muscles relaxed and he smiled a half-moon smile. "Jaydon, just six months ago you were my crazy toddler dragon who loved pies. And now you are wiser than me. What happened?" He clapped Jaydon on the back, pulling back. "Now what are we doing? Get out of here, go and kick some butt for us."

Jaydon smiled so wide it hurt before he turned to smoke. Immediately a humongous draconic form blotted out the sun overhead, his emerald scales gleaming as if freshly shined, his wings, drenched in the sun's blood, had almost a golden hue. He blasted to the east, leaving a shrieking sound and a wave of wind in his wake, Ralem left to just watch in wonder.

Jaydon blasted fire through the Vulnarian lines, his flames spreading through the field like a wave of searing heat, leaving melted armor and black bodies smoking in the sun. Cahal was on the other side of the battle field, he could tell he was fending off several opponents. A head went flying nearly twenty feet up thanks to his flame-haired Rider Alroy and his fierce double headed axes. Overhead, Fraylon's harp-like cry sounded, asking permission to accompany Jaydon, which was quickly denied by Vali, who was trying to get close enough to the catapult to destroy it. Jaydon pulled his head up, surging to the castle which seemed to look smaller than he remembered. There was his balcony, the vines neatly trimmed where it seems just yesterday they were spying on Daemon from. He smiled inwardly, still thinking about their conversation. Ralem was proud of him. Why did that make him- the greatest dragon alive- so pleased? "He better not get hurt again while I'm gone," Jaydon whispered to himself before getting down to business. Letting his body dissipate into mist, he guided his essence to reform in his human form at the Queens grand balcony. He braced himself before slamming his body into the glass door and charging headlong into the royal's room.

Shards of glass bit into his skin, glittering in the air, little opaque weapons that were needle sharp and almost invisible to the human eye. Ignoring the pain,he rolled smoothly on the wood floor, gritting his teeth as thousands wormed into his back. Screams rent the air like a hot knife as he completed the roll and uncoiled, shooting to his feet, the glass following, suspended it the air like icicles. With a flick of his wrist the glass shot forwards, a jagged piece impaling the man in front of him in the neck, silencing his whimpering cries as the rest dug into his blood stream and sliced skin. Jaydon's eyes lingered on his bloody form for a split second before he made out three retreating figures. He cracked his knuckles. Dragon versus assassins? Play time.

He charged after them, a deep, shuddering growl erupting from his throat. They were hardly in front of him,their boots thudding against the ground. In a twist of motion, the one falling behind threw a dagger with deadly precision at Jaydon's rib cage. Jaydon plucked the dagger out of the air before throwing it right back at him. He let out a strangled gargle and fell forwards.

Two men, one dragging the screaming Queen, the other making a run for it. Cowards. The one holding the Queen had a sword banging against his side, the other had dual longswords strapped to his back. And they were running oh so slow!

A small cry caught his attention. Avila! The Queen must be holding the girl- but where was the King? Jaydon sped up and grabbed the man's neck and broke it neatly, the vertebrate like a stick in his hands. He tossed the body to the side, freeing the Queen. "Go," he directed as his talons shot out from his palms and a low growl emerged from his chest.

A pinprick of steel at the back of his neck. "How many times do I have to kill you, brother?" A voice sneered, so full of boiling hate that it made Jaydon's muscles clench.

Aren.