Akila opened her eyes to the early morning light. She had been getting better, or so it seemed. After the swallow incident, she'd poured water everywhere and rubbed the blood out of the sheets and carpet. She was lucky that everyone had believed her 'I spilled some water' lie.
Her wound, in any case, was almost healed. She could get up and walk around, but hesitated to actually start training lest she reopen it. The only thing left to get rid of was the poison. Akila could feel it in her system, eating away at her sanity. Moon had scoured both her books and visions for an antidote, but still came up empty handed. Hope dwindled with each passing day.
Akila had even tried transforming back to normal, but every time she did her eyes simply rippled into a magenta color before once again turning into that cursed demonic red, accompanied by blinding pain of course. For now though, she sat perched on her balcony's railing, looking down at the garden below her. She could end this now and simply jump, but Akila didn't have the courage to do it. So instead of ending her life, she resigned herself to her dragon form and glided over the tree tops.
Flying was a good way to calm down. Seeing the world expand below you almost made your troubles seem small and insignificant. Almost.
There was still the Fallon problem to solve. God knows what happened to him. She laughed bitterly at the irony of her own joke. Really though, if he suffered from the same poison as her, then he was more than likely a demon by now, or even dead. Her heart went out for Gwendolyn. The brave girl couldn't be older than ten, yet she was stuck in the middle of a war. Well, not a war, not yet. More of a heated dispute.
All Akila could do was hold hope that there would be an answer, and, she realized, there just might be. She slowly glided down until she landed in a small clearing, in front of her stood the mouth of a cave, yet its inky blackness didn't seem so daunting as it had the first time.
Transforming, she peered in. All she could do was hope she didn't upset the gods by doing this. Before she could enter though, a voice stopped her. "Don't."
Moon stared at her from across the clearing. Her eyes were filled with sorrow. "The only times you should go in there are when you get your powers and in the case of a dire emergency."
"Doesn't this qualify?" Akila whimpered.
"Not unless it concerns all humanity." She replied.
The silence was like a palpable barrier separating her from the knight. Moon was the one to break the silence, "I found a cure, but you're not going to like it."
"What?" She dared not hope.
"I found three options, the first one is that you submit to it."
Akila pressed her lips in a thin line of displeasure.
"The second is that you drink the blood of a god."
She tried to blink the displeasure away.
"And the third is that you chance fighting it all at once. This is usually what happens to most people, but it seems that you can suppress it. Needless to say, few people succeed with this option."
Akila slumped to the ground. "Neither of those options seem even vaguely possible. I obviously can't give into it. There's no way I can get a god to give me blood, and the third option is pretty much the same as the first, except much more torturous."
"That about sums it up." Moon said bluntly. "But correct me if I'm wrong, but from I've seen, the gods have a strange fascination with you."
Akila nodded.
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Dragonborn
FantasíaShe looked towards the woman, "Isn't it easier," the Dragonborn spoke. "To hide away selfishly while thousands perish. Wouldn't not having to worry about the world be better? Isn't sacrificing hundreds of families for your own happiness more conveni...