Rising Dragons

Missing Scene: Fáelán and Galchobhar Aldrys

So, as I haven't had any time (or barely any time) to write, I'm giving you this little thing that I wrote earlier. This is for what happens with Fáelán and Aldrys. 

The time between when the war starts, the dragon riders fall, and the month that follows

Galchobhar Aldrys stood – feet apart, back straight, hands at his sides, head up – facing away from Fáelán. Fáelán reached out towards the other elf, his pale hand loosely tugging on the darker elf's wrist. Aldrys spun around, a frown stuck on his face, pulling his eyebrows down. He refused to look at Fáelán, whose face fell slightly at Aldrys' behaviour.

"Rys– Aldrys– Galchobhar! Listen to me, this isn't my fault!"

Aldrys' gaze shifted, so he could stare at Fáelán. He scoffed, "Don't tell me you couldn't have stopped this. I know you! You have eyes and people everywhere. You could've done something! You could've stopped this! You could've told me what was going on!"

"Maybe I could've told you, but what would that have changed?" Fáelán asked cruelly as he laughed bitterly. "You'd just be a corpse among them."

"I could've saved them!" Aldrys bit out in response, hazel eyes stone cold in his anger. "I could've advised them against their current path; I could've gotten them more allies!"

"No, you couldn't have," Fáelán responded harshly. "They choose their path because it was the only option they had left. There were no more allies, Galchobhar. You need to rid yourself of your naivety."

Aldrys' eyes hardened even more, if that was possible, and his lips tightened into a thin, flat line. His shoulders rose and dropped with his harsh breathing, and his hands formed fists at his side. He looked dangerous. He looked animalistic.

Fáelán knew that Aldrys was dangerous – he was one of the most dangerous elves in existence despite his inability manipulate his magic. Fáelán, for all his intelligence and talent with magic, would be destroyed in a fight with Aldrys, and he knew it.

A shiver threatened to crawl down his spine, and Fáelán squared his shoulders and wiped all the emotion off of his face. Aldrys shifted his weight backward, recoiling from the emotionless Fáelán in front of him; Fáelán faced him with the expression he only gave his enemies, and it hurt to see it come from him. Aldrys' breath stuttered for a moment before it smoothed out, and his shoulders relaxed and his breathing became eased.

They stood facing each other, ready for a battle, waiting for their opponent to make the next move. Fáelán moved first.

He scoffed, his eyes moving away from Aldrys to look elsewhere. "I don't think you need to be here," he said lowly, "not if you think I could've stopped them from throwing their lives away for a useless cause." Aldrys stepped back, physically recoiling from the verbal blow, for beneath Fáelán's words, they could both hear the silent 'I don't need you here anymore'.

Aldrys breathed out, short and sharp. "Ready yourself for war, Fáelán," the warrior responded, eyes glinting when he saw Fáelán flinch at the use of his full name rather than his nickname. "For war has truly come."

***

When the news first came – the news about the dragon riders being at war – Aldrys was taking out a bandit group to the far East for Sha Sing – a village – and never finds out until much later. He found out after venturing past the mountain range and into Rajita. The first thing Aldrys wanted to do was rush to Fáelán and check that the only other elf he had contact with was alright. However, Aldrys knew that Fáelán could take care of himself, and he had a job to do beforehand.