The Curse of the Broken Shrinking God

The Dragon's Bond

It was not a cry that could be heard.  It whispered in his ear.  It was a prayer that light would shine again.  It shook him to move.  Clutching the child in his arm he raced after the dragon from behind him.   This was an evil he must face.  Too long it had festered and grown.  Feeling hope rise within him he prepared for a surprise attack.

The Dragon was pawing through the remains seeking anything that yet lived.  Most was unrecognizable scars and burns and bones and ashes.  Pools of hardening blood and waves of water washed back and forth over muddled flesh.  He had this strange feeling that one was missing.  Eleven.  But hadn't he heard there were twelve?  He found the one still in the birth canal - too weak to even pull through.  He was covered in his own blood.  He jerked around sensing the child of light was near.

"Hail Dragon!!  It is I that now command thee!"   The little beacon of light raised his hand to the dragon's snout.

The Dark One froze then looked beneath his arm that had clutched the squirming child.   Seeing what was happening he raced to stop his son.  "Noooo!!  Samael!  That is my dragon to tame!  It is not yours!"  But it was too late.  The dragon and the child of light had bonded.  They were now one.  Not one body like the others had become but a forever bonded unit of loyalty to each other.  Not even death itself could separate such a bond.

Seizing the moment of surrender on the Dragon's part the Dark One brought him to his knees.  For such a long time he had battled this darkness; fought it from within.  He had rejoiced to be rid of it but now he saw he had never yet defeated it.  Though he wished nothing to do with it there was a still a deep connection they shared.  It was a necessary evil that allowed the balance of light to also rise.  For now it must only be restrained. 

Ragnarock had dreaded this day.  Dreaded the thought that a child of light would command him.  But now that this child was here he immediately felt bonded to his will.  It was like they were born for each other.  He had been feeling queasy and uneasy all night - ever since the evening sacrifice when the pure ram had offset his bonding jumbling him up inside.  Now he felt he could finally rest under the hand of child.  He nuzzled his snout up to Samael's hand.

Suddenly he jolted veering back and forth.  But the Dark One clung to his back.  Ragnarock took off seeking to shake him.  The Dark One hung low digging into the heaving sides of the dragon.  Mist rose from Ragnarock's sides as the intense cold collided against the inferno within.  The Dark One was enveloped in the darkness it produced.

Standing, the Dark One rose wielding the spirit of the dragon in his fists like reins.  Ragnarock gave his final resist then allowed his old Master to walk down his back to his head.  The bonds inside the dragon loosened allowing the final component to return to it.  As the Dark One re-entered, the dragon was complete once more.  But it was not Ragnarock that now controlled it.