Domination

Chapter 2 - Osilon

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I had Velinna set fire to the corpses of Gorm and his dragon. I took his sword and all of his belongings before we burnt them, the items could be of good use to the people in Ellesmera.

I worked for an hour or so, healing Velinna’s and my own wounds with energy that I store in the emerald hilt of my sword, Adurna. The red rawness of her wounds made her pale blue scales look ugly and blemished.

I lay exhausted under Velinna’s wing, we thought it best to sleep the night and then make our way home, it was too dangerous to try and fly during the night with Dauth Domia after us. It was just like signing your own death warrant.

The morning came quickly and when it did we did not falter, we left as soon as light returned the sky. We could see a rancid funnel of smoke still coming from the burnt corpses of Gorm and Skarn.

The sky was cold, poking at me like a thousand tiny needles. A simple incantation made the effects go away, we felt as cold as we would have felt on the ground. After an hour or so the green barrier of the forest, Du Weldenvarden, came into view. The trees towered high and green above the ground. The sudden change from murky golden sand to brilliant green was beautiful and magnificent.

We were far west of Ellesmera and it would be foolish of us to try and fly the distance before nightfall. Ellesmera was guarded day and night, but if anyone tried to enter at night, even if they knew who they were, they would be shot down.

Since the emergence of the Dauth Domia, Dragon Rider’s had to take more precautions against them, just because someone looks exactly the same as when they left doesn’t mean that they are not under someone else’s control. It had happened once before, hundreds upon hundreds of years ago, and it did not have to happen again.

Osilon was much closer than Ellesmera and there was no point in trying to fly all the way to Ellesmera. Unlike Ellesmera, Osilon had no landmarks other than the wonderful tree houses to find it by, the dragon’s circling above gave it away.

I retracted the barriers around my mind and let them enter. They needed to enter my mind to confirm my identity. I recognized their mind almost immediately.

“Farrick! How are you? I didn’t know you had been posted to Osilon!” I yelled to my good friend and his green dragon, Moreskar. 

“I’ve only been here for a few days, friend.” He replied, bringing Moreskar around in a circle so as to run rings around Velinna and I.

Velinna dived down and upwards like a mine cart and roared at Moreskar playfully.

I won’t let him get the better of me, little one. She chirped.

Bollocks

She dived and spun around Moreskar, weaving around the bigger and older male dragon.

“These two never really have grown up have they?”

“No, they act like hatchlings.” I yelled.

You’re over a decade old, Velinna. Act like it. I scolded her.

Fine.

I could almost feel her roll her large beady eyes. Farrick and Moreskar realigned themselves on their circular path around Osilon as Velinna and I flew down into the city.

Osilon was a circular city with a mossy stone city circle in the centre, around which was situated the residence and workplace of Lord Félin, one of Queen Arya’s most senior Elven advisors.