Rise of Fire: Dragons Reborn [COMPLETED]

Chapter 8

Bromyr gently kicked at the giantess's arm as she lie comatose on the ground. The flames had finally died away and cooled enough for them to approach. He had considered approaching the dead dragon first, but he was honor bound to at least ensure their gallant protector hadn't died. He breathed a sigh of relief as a gust of air hit his face, she was breathing at least.

"So.... That happened." He wasn't sure what to say. He wasn't sure what to do either. The necromancer walked up behind them after allowing his monstrosities to return to their rest.

"This is bad... I've sent a raven to my leader alerting him to what's just happened. She needs a healer..." He ran a hand through his hair, his eyes dark from exhaustion. He was a gangly young boy, barely even a man by Bromyr's reckoning. What were they doing killing for a living? He had to wonder if they were born into it. He had never heard of a giant I that line of work. Not to mention he'd never heard of a giant in the lowlands either, so the bigger question was what was she doing?

"That dragon raked her right across the face sending her into a rage. I've seen giants do it before, especially during the Urradan, or what is essentially their established mating season. Once they're in a rage they go all out until they are destroyed or they win. I'm just glad she won." Floki stepped forward next to Bromyr, a severe frown set into his face.

Floki had been with Bromyr from the beginning, ever since he was just a princeling of no more than seven years of age. While the man's age and experience exceeded Bromyr's own, his loyalty was undeniable. So was his wisdom.

"What should we do then Floki?" Bromyr was at a complete loss. They couldn't shrink the woman and in her current state there was certainly no moving her. She was openly bleeding into the dirt, her wounds were likely severe. Not to mention the dead dragon behind them and the rider who had disappeared in the turmoil and chaos. He wished he had an entire battalion on his hands. And someone to do some research on the corpse...

"We owe this woman nothing..." Floki started, but Grimor cut him off sharply.

"We owe her everything Floki. She literally saved our lives. Without her or her strength that dragon would have crisped us all." Grimor stood just behind the necromancer, his face oddly pale. Bromyr started to worry that he had pushed them too far... They were all exhausted. Beyond exhausted. But he couldn't argue with the boy.

"None of us are healers, and I'm guessing you can't...?" He looked at the necromancer who simply shook his head. Bromyr felt almost sorry for the lad, as her partner he had to be struggling.

"I have no affinity towards the healing arts. I can say the words but... Nothing happens. I can get her to shrink though." He offered a small smile as he said it, walking up to her and laying a hand on one of her massive forearms.

"Truly? How does that even work?" Bromyr cocked a brow, curious. The giants he knew could not shrink, nor would they if they had such a fantastical ability. The boy shrugged,

"As far as I can tell it has something to do with the goddess Hephatus. When she first came to us she was sprouting horns and had a temper to rival a badger. But shortly after she received her mark, she changed. She's got rounder ears, duller hair, and her horns don't show up unless she takes this form. I have to imagine that this is her true size compared to her age. Every year she gets a little bit bigger." He began to utter a few words and in a matter of moments, and with a fairly painful groan, she began to shrink back to her original size.

"Truly your god is a miracle worker. And the spell?" He watched with a growing curiosity, if they were going to spend any significant amount of time together he would likely need to know. Or at least that was the justification he gave himself.