Ilea appeared in her home and formed a gate to the far north, into the valley of the dragon. Ill have to be careful not to keep any heat or spells active when I arrive here, she thought as she saw her entire home through her Domain. She still felt the connection to the pyroclastic desert, could feel the power of her auras flowing through her, and the Primordial Flame in her very soul. Even in Erendar, she felt like the full extent of her new powers was dangerous to use, but here. Ilea suddenly didnt feel so sure anymore about going to a populated area. Just take some time and breathe. Itll be fine. She stepped through the gate and appeared in the valley, the stone ground still hot but most of the smoke in the sky had dissipated. Ilea did a double take when she saw another dragon next to the dead one she had left behind. For a moment she was ready to fight, but she quickly realized it was Garonoth, the massive being towering even above the Dragon of Calamity. One of his clawed talons touched the head of the dead creature, the lance of ash still deep within the corpse. And she returns, the being spoke, the deep growling voice neutral in her mind. He didnt turn his head but the eye she could see moved to take her in. Dragonslayer. Well done. He didnt sound glad, she noted. You said you couldnt fight this one. Garonoth moved his eyes back to the other dragon. And I could not. For what father could kill his own son? Ilea held her breath. She opened her mouth, then closed it. He didnt attack her. He had been the one to lead her here. So his words were true? The dragon posed a danger, but he couldnt kill him. It just wasnt a question of power. She didnt speak for a while, looking for the right words. What was his name? she asked finally. Names are for those awakened. But now that he is gone. If things had been different, his name would have been, Meran. He fought well, she said. The dragon snorted, heat spreading out. Indeed. The prowess of a true dragon. And you did too, he spoke and turned his head towards her, the motion creating a wave of air that flowed aside. You did what I could not. Thank you, human. He watched her for a long moment. He was a part of your path, his death, now a part of your power. I hope that his memory will lead to more than destruction. Ilea looked up at the dragon and smiled. Ill make sure of it. Again, he snorted, the wave of heat flowing over her, but all she felt was comfort. A strange connection, knowing the flames he could summon. I get it now. Why he didnt want to show off his flames. Not that Ill be nearly as responsible. But I get it. She sighed, then smiled. Now she felt bad for wanting to use Merans scales and bones for equipment. At the same time she knew it would be really useful. Elves eat their own to not waste them. And honestly, if my bones can provide armor to a bunch of Sentinels, hmm. I dont know much about dragons, or you specifically, she spoke. But his scales were damn near indestructible. They could provide armor for hundreds of fighters. But I understand if your customs do not allow for such a thing, and I apologize if my words are offensive. You are the one who slayed him. You may claim what you wish, Garonoth spoke. I will only claim what you will allow, Ilea said. But I guess a wing would be nice. The dragon snorted, then breathed in. Armor made for chosen warriors, Garonoth spoke and moved his talons, grabbing one of the massive dragon teeth before he broke it off with a single motion. You may take him now, if you can. I have grieved him long ago, he spoke and touched the dragons head one last time. May his body become shield and strength to those you choose, Ilea. It will, she said. May I visit you again? And maybe bring a friend or two? Do what you must, friend of the fae, the dragon spoke and looked at the tooth. He spread his wings far and wide, slowly. And wield that flame with care. She smiled at that and waved as the massive creature took flight. Garonoth snorted one last time before he shot up into the skies, a shock wave of air slamming into the valley and mountains, dust and debris raised as if a dragon had taken flight. Ilea stood there and watched the fast moving creature in the skies, wondering if he had moved that quickly when they had flown here. Her gaze wandered to the large body. Now. How do I move this thing. She spread her scaly wings and flew a little closer. It had taken her Primordial Shift to move the dragon last time. Her Fourth Tier Reconstruction came to life, cosmic energies flowing through her. She raised her hand and focused on the massive framework. Fabric Alteration activated as she felt the weight and size of the creature before her. Ilea raised her chin and focused, moving her hand as she watched the dragon rise from the ground. She raised her other hand and opened the largest gate she could manage, right in front of the now floating corpse. Thats going to be a tight fit.
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