Sky Burner

Rhaego sniffed the air sharply. His nose twitched with each sharp intake of air. "Yes..." His scratchy voice was low and cautious. "Something isn't right." Rhaego dropped to the ground, and dug his long, skinny fingers into the earth. He could feel the vibrations of foot steps, then softly he heard laughter echo through the forest. "Rhaego? What's up?" Vertrag asked, also sniffing the air like a dog. Rhaego held up a hand, then paused to listen once more.

The blonde boy strapped his claws to his hands and spoke, "Stay here. Vertrag and I will go see what's going on. If we're not back in ten minutes, assume the worst." He said. "Take to the skies Vertrag, I'll take the ground." And just like that Rhaego and Vertrag were off in search of something wrong.

Vertrag soar through the skies, keeping behind the low lying clouds to hide his rather strange appearance. Vertrag swooped sideways, then shot up. The gleeful dragon was playing more than searching, but he believed his Burner would handle things from below. That was, until he heard a loud dragon-scream from behind him. And in a flash, the two massive beasts tumbled out of the sky. Vertrag was suddenly pinned to the earth by a sleek green dragon, who was ridden by a strange man in green armour. The crest on his breast plate clearly stating him as one of the the neighbouring country's army. He was high ranking, given the gleam of his plate. Vertrag roared and pushed, trying to squeese from the green dragon's grasp but was pinned. "Go to sleep.." said a harsh and dark voice. Vertrag's eyes widened as the green dragon opened it's mouth and a strange liquid oozed from it's fangs. Vertrag opened his maw to roar, but the liquid dripped into his mouth, and he fell unconscious.

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Rhaego crouched to the earth and peered through the leaves, staring in awe at a massive group of soldiers clad in green armour. They were from one of the neighbouring countries, Rhaego could tell. But he did not know which one.
"They wont know what hit them. Taking away their Burners... Who would have thought of that?" A soldier laughed.
"Sir Stellar's responsible. Some say he's a genius. I just want to go home." Said another.

Rhaego cocked his head to the side, trying to think of what was happening, when suddenly he was plucked from the ground by his hood. "Look what we've got 'ere? Little Red Riding Hood's strayed a bit far from Granny's." Rhaego struggled to break free, but he was defeated. "Lemmie go!" He screamed, but the man did not obey. "Look at your tattoos. A burner eh?" And that was the last thing Rhaego heard before he lost consciousness.
 
Rhone had already made up his mind way before she'd suggested something. Brynn needed to find a healer and that's what he planned to do. He walked over to Thrax, while gesturing his hands to tell Thrax to prepare for flight. Rhone leaped onto the dragon's back and told Brynn, "Just sit back and relax, I don't want you to die on my watch." He smiled at her and placed his hand over her's. Rhone felt others nearby and hoped one was a healer, he rested his hands between his dragon's shoulder blades, braced for impact.

Mean while, Thrax was speaking to Scylla and told her to stay close and not to fall behind. Due to his wing's size Thrax was known to be the fastest species of dragon alive. He lifted his large wings and shot of into the sky, he couldn't tell if Scylla was following but felt her glare upon his body. The wind breezed under his arms. He soared miles in just minutes, clouds breezed away over and under the gigantic beast. The creature's eyes spotted everything below him and further. He looked over his shoulder and glanced at Brynn just for a moment. He could see why Rhone wanted to save her, why he didn't fight her back, and why he cared so much. Thrax became distracted for a moment, but was soon brought back in reality when he heard someone shouting, "I just wanna go home!!" he heard it from miles up in the air. "Rhone" barked from his jaws alerting him of what he was seeing.


When Rhone looked below he saw people being locked in cages, the men in one while the women in the other. One person in particular interested his gaze. He spotted a Dark rider, servants of terror and chaos. It was their job to insure that their master is reborn and begins a new age of blackness. From what he could see, the rider had already found someone that was a burner. But if he didn't act quickly the boy going to die along with the stragglers the rider took earlier. "Thrax dive in, Brynn hold on Thrax as tight as possible." Rhone laid hand on the the hilt of his sword, he stood up half way on his dragon, in position to get the drop on his enemy. The wind rushed through his hair, pounding his face like a rush of water. Thrax pulled in his wings and aimed down at the ground, when he sped up he dropped as hard as thunder, but quick as lightning. "Now" yelled Rhone, Thrax breached the clouds and unleashed a roar the sprung fear in the men, terrorizing them into scrambling apart.
 
Ten minutes.

That's it.

Assume the worst.

Dvorak sent these telepathic messages in short bursts to the mind of his dragon - Daemona Currere. Something had probably happened to Rhaego, and if there was someone who attacked Rhaego, they will truly fear the namesake of his dragon. Bending his knees slightly, Dvorak hurled his body up in a leap onto the back of his dragon, which prounced up from the ground, caught a draft and flew off in the general direction of where Rhaego had went. In the distance Dvorak could see Rhaego's dragon get captured, then a struggled at the fringes of a contingent of men garbed in green armour - The neighbouring kingdom.

Everything just got serious. It wasn't just your random bandit anymore. It was an invasion.

He was Dvorak Tryte.

He is the Hand of Justice.

Today, Justice will be served.

Dvorak swooped down to join the Burner that had already arrived on the scene, taking the attention of the armed men on the ground. He flanked the clearing and went right to the cages, the bright colours of Daemon Currere's scales and wings catching the attention of those at the back of the group. They raised their swords, their bows, their spears, all their weapons. It was nothing a mortal man could stand against.

Yet .. In Dvorak's eyes, something lacked.

Fear.

Dvorak leapt off his dragon and landed on the ground, one knee bent with a loud thump and he swung the massive blade off his back with a single hand. Thrusting a hand at the metal bars of the cage that bound the people, he made a clenching motion and the cages broke apart, all the metal flowing and forming sharp spires of lethal, cold steel. By now, the men had charged, with their confidence in numbers. Under his massive, intricately designed helmet Dvorak smiled.

He threw the hand controlling the metal back, and then threw it forward again. Every metal bar, controlled through mental command threw themselves - Sharp end first towards the group of men that charged.

The ending wasn't pretty. Most of the men, mainly those that charged in front impaled themselves on the metal poles. Those that were lucky died immediately, those that weren't were treated to a slow, painful death. The rain of arrows that had been launched had no luck either. Daemona Currere had flown forward in defence of his rider, swinging his metallic tail through the air, essentially batting away every arrow that was about to make it's mark on Dvorak.

The other Burner's dragon's roar had scared the men into scrambling, causing them to scatter apart. They were all busy trying to escape from the fearsome dragon, and his rider.

They didn't realize that they were about to run into something equally, or even moreso terrible.

Under his breath, Dvorak muttered and smiled, bloodthirst springing into his eyes.

"Demons run, when a good man goes to war."

Right after he finished speaking, as if on cue, Daemona Currere landed right beside Dvorak and let out another heaven-splitting roar at the scrambling men.
 
Rhone intended to free the people and finish the battle quickly. For he still remembered that Brynn needs serious attention and is running out of time, slowly but with progress.

Thrax positioned his body to hold his massive clawed feet forward, the dragon ripped through a large portion of the bastards. Rhone leaped off his dragon's back, on his way down he slashed one of the men in half. He turned to his left to pull someone wielding a towards him, his hand punctured the invaders throat, Rhone kicked back with his leg and twisted back slashing two men in half using a single strike. He cleaved to his left and kicked another man to his right. His movements had to fluid and precise, off to the corner off his right eye he noticed someone in large chrome like armor. the man stood tall and was driving his own path through these intruders like flames to dust.

Rhone thought to himself, that if that man can handle the battle then he'd free the remaining people. As he ran for the cages, he shouted "Thrax assist that man, don't ask questions just do it!" Rhone came up to his first cage, they had chains - thick as bone wraped around the doors. The villagers catured were begging and reaching out for him, "Step back, I'll destroy the binds." he waved his hand over to the right , as his hand passed the bars they quickly melted down making an opening. "Go Go Go" breached his lungs. The people were soon on their way home to safety, he turned his back to return to battle. But was confronted by some man wearing pitch black armor with a large battle axe. He reached out and grabbed Rhone by his left hand and raised him into the air. This was a Dark Rider, and Rhone knew his mission. Kill the Burners and ensure his ruler's revival, the black hearted man clentched on Rhone's neck and drew a dagger, holding up to Rhone's eye. "What do you want" asked Rhone, the rider said nothing but two words as he torn off Rhone's shirt and revealed his mark.
"Dragon Boy."​
 
The cage was broken. The dripping metal formed pools on the grass and Rhaego smiled. There were more burners. Although his hands were bound by chain, he could still fight. The boy hollered and turned to thank the man responsible, only to see him attacked by a massive man in black armour. Rhaego dashed forwards, and knocked off the rider's helm. The wild blonde put his hands close to the rider's face and unleashed a burst of flames at his face. The rider screamed, dropped his knife and grabbed at his face. The rider had serious 3rd degree burns. "Let 'im go!!" Rhaego roared like his own dragon, and slashed downwards with his clawed hands (side by side due to the fact they were bound). Rhaego's claws carved into the man, straight to the bone, and tore out an eyeball.

Rhaego heard the foot steps of another armour clad warrior and he spun around. Rhaego kicked a foot straight into the warrior's face, knocking the man on his back. The wild boy let out a whoop and stomped down on the warrior's wind pipe. Then he turned back to the man who saved him. "Thanks!" He smiled, flashing his pointed canines. "Could you do me a favour?" Rhaego asked, and held up chained hands. "Oh! Did ya also see a red dragon? Really talkative and about 10 feet tall? He might've been captured." He continued, glancing around and trying to see his mount. But there wasn't a single captured Burner creature nearby. "Maybe they've got them held somewhere else..." He muttered, then grinned as he heard a familiar roar.

That was when Rhaego's ten foot tall red dragon fell from the sky and landed on a few of the warriors. "Vertrag!" He called, and smiled widely. "What?" The dragon said with a snicker. "They were a bit unprepared to hold me down!" The dragon roared and flashed all his teeth in a grin.
 
Brynn scowled as Rhone told her what to do but she was too hurt to argue. Her back ached and felt as if it was burning with an invisible fire. She wondered if there was some sort of poison on the blades. This was burning more than it should. She couldn't begin to imagine what it must look like. She would need a healer soon, even if she didn't like them. Ever since she was a kid, Brynn had never trusted the healers. But this was too big of a thing to ignore.

She sat on Thrax's back as they flew through the air, her hair billowing behind her like a blonde cloud. Her eyes lit up as she bathed in the feeling of weightlessness and the wind rushing around her. It was cold up here but she was used to it by now. She started to play with some of the moisture in the air, forming random clouds here and there, making it rain on some unsuspecting people for a few seconds. She giggled as they looked up, bewildered by the sudden shower. Farther up ahead, however, flickers of movement through the trees caught her eye. It seemed as if Rhone and Thrax saw it too because just as she was about to tell them, Thrax called to Rhone and they plummeted down to the earth, swooping in from above the clouds. She felt Scylla following close behind and felt her anxiousness. That was soon consumed with the battle lust that always coursed through the dragon's body when there was fight around.

They touched ground and again, Rhone told Brynn what to do. Brynn's eyes flashed as she was given an order. She had never been good at taking orders. It was partly why she was always in so much trouble. She couldn't ever just listen to what people told her to do. Even if she knew that it was the best thing for her, she still couldn't face the fact that she hadn't made the decision on her own. Of course, even though she was brutally hurt, her attitude didn't have a scratch on it. As soon as Rhone had slashed his way through most of the men, she dropped off of Thrax's back and started to fight everyone within reach of her sword or powers.

To her right, she sliced through a man's neck as she was drowning a man on her left with some water she had found in a stream a few yards away. She quickly moved on, slashing and slicing her way through the throng. As she neared the cages where there had once been prisoners, she saw that Rhone was being attacked by a man. She crept forward through the trees, away from the fight and tried to get a better look at the man. She thought he was a Dark Burner; a Burner that would do anything to insure that his master's plan for evil was carried through. And this Burner looked ready to kill Rhone. He had just ripped off Rhone's shirt when Brynn leapt out from behind her tree cover and stood in a ready position to fight just to the man's left.

"Hey!" She glared at the man, ready to fight her way through to help save Rhone. She had no clue why she felt the need to defend him so much but this was what her gut was telling her to do and her gut feelings usually never lied. Her eyes seemed to glow as she stared down the man. Her hair whipped around her face and behind her making her look very much like a goddess of war. Her armor shined and her black shorts were covered by her short pleated skirt that whipped around her, accenting her muscular legs. Her sword put the finishing touches on the look as it gleamed from a single ray of sunlight that had penetrated the leaves, causing it to glow with a green light.
 
Clarissa watched, worried, as Rhaego headed out of the clearing and Vertrag launched himself into the air. The minutes dragged by as she stood there, willing the two to return. Ten minutes eventually passed, and Dvorak and his dragon had disappeared after Rhaego. Clarissa stood worriedly in the clearing, weighing up her options; stay here and wait for them to come back, or go and help however she could.

"They've probably been roughing that boy around, Clarissa. You may well be needed." Beren's voice sounded softly in her head, urging her to decide. She nodded, hopping up onto his back and bracing herself for takeoff. The pegasus took to the air smoothly, following the retreating backs of Daemona and Dvorak. After a few minutes of flying, Beren landed near the skirmish and Clarissa slid off in a hurry. She could smell burning flesh and hear the screams of pain. For once she was glad that things were blurry. She probably wouldn't do well handling the sight, having never dealt with even mild violence first hand, never mind brutal and bloody fights.

And then one of the stragglers crossed paths with her. Panic set in as he glowered at her and set his hand on his weapon, making the mistake of meeting her eyes for a few seconds as he did. She was trembling as she stepped forwards, catching his face in her hands before he could move further. She breathed in deeply.

Her skin came alive with an intensely white glow on the exhale, but brighter still were her eyes. Unseeing eyes that burned with the power of a million suns. Her skin was red-hot, her fingers starting to mould deep marks into the soldier's flesh. He began to scream. A few more minutes and the skin and bones would melt like putty. With only a few instants left before it inevitably began to happen, she felt him slide into unconsciousness. As she released him, the glow faded from her eyes and body, and she could see the aftermath of her power.

"I'm sorry," she whispered, tears sliding down her face. If he was lucky, his body could recover from the trauma, but his eyesight would never return, the one thing about her power that she found herself hating. She fought the urge to drop to her knees and give the healing process a kick-start, knowing it would bring him round and prove more trouble than it was worth. Beren's voice cut in on her thoughts once more, stopping her in her tracks before she could move any further. "Stay here. I promise you're more help for the aftermath than the actual fighting. If any more come near, you can disarm them like you did him."
 
Rhone thought it was over for him at that instant, but he felt relieved when he saw Brynn fighting to save him. But suddenly hit the ground after a blonde warrior save him first. He slightly felt confused but relaxed as well. When he was helped up, Rhone was just about to thak him but he talked so fast he just stood there awkwardly. Through the torn field he spotted Burner after Burner arriving at the seen, from random warriors, to those sensative to battle. It soon dawned in his mind that he was close to finding the remaining few that remain in either hiding or locally lurking. Rhone ran up to Brynn and took his time to wrap his arms around her and hug her. "Thanks" he whispered before letting go.

He soon leaped back into the fray noticing how the rest of the attackers were running for the hills, but are executed swiftly by a metalic winged beast. The fray had come to a stop once the last of them was killed. After this Rhone had nothing but questions about who these people were and what they wanted. He walked over to the dead Dark Rider and tore off an emblem in the shape of a cursed symbol from his clothing. Though, from what his father informed him of before leaving he knew everything about it and what it does.

Rhone walked to the edge of the field where he spotted a woman next to a pegasus. He gestured his hands to call over the surrounding Burners. He knew that it was inevitable destiny to have met with them in this matter, a way to display their skills and power. Seconds after he placed down his hands Thrax landed beside him in a crouched position waiting for the others to come around. Ready to tell of on coming struggle.
 
Brynn was both relieved and disappointed when she wasn't the one to save Rhone. But he seemed to have noticed. As soon as he was dropped, he looked around then ran to her, embracing her in a hug. Brynn was so shocked at the moment that all she could do was stand there, her eyes as wide as dinner plates as she felt this strange feeling come over her. It was.... happiness? No. That wasn't it. It was different than happy. Almost like it, but not quite. There was something more.

But before she could figure it out, Rhone let go and the feeling faded as she shook her errant thoughts away. Her vision was becoming spotty and she was breathing harder than usual. She just passed it off as the after effects of adrenaline. But anybody could see she was in pain. Her back was on fire but by now, she had gotten used to the constant burn. Again, she wondered if the sword had been laced with something.

Out of the corner of her eye, she caught Rhone waving everyone over. Thrax was at his side in an instant, already alert and ready for anymore danger. Brynn looked around and caught sight of Scylla lingering on the edges of the field. As soon as Brynn caught her eyes, Scylla took flight and landed next to Thrax. Her head was held high and she asserted herself with just as much authority as Thrax. Scylla glanced over to him and studied the massive dragon. He was handsome; that was a definite. But there was something about him that gave off an air of mystery and adventure. Scylla couldn't quite figure him out.

Brynn walked over to Rhone, wincing every so often. She stood beside him and clasped her hands behind her back. She stuck out her chest and chin in a way that had been drilled into her for most of her life when she was living with her very militaristic father. Not that she really remembered him. Just some things that he had taught her about being a good leader. She looked over at Rhone.

"Are these all of the wandering Burners?" They seemed to have been alone and none of them seemed to know each other very well. She assumed these are the ones that hid out locally. She winced as she shifted her weight to the side and hoped Rhone wouldn't notice. She knew she had to get help but it could wait right? It wasn't all that bad. Not that she could see it. In fact, she didn't really want to see it. It probably wasn't all that pretty. Especially since she was feeling this much pain even though her pain tolerance was off the charts. She sighed and leaned against Thrax.
 
"Clarissa." Beren nudged her forward, moving with her towards the others. Clarissa followed him with a hand on his back. Standing among them, she gazed over the new faces, pausing with a frown on the blonde female. She was in pain, of that Clarissa was almost certain. She paused for a minute, assessing the girl based on what she could see. Something wrong with her back? She glanced at her pegasus, moving forward a few paces more at his nod.

"Excuse me..?" When she spoke up her voice was shaking. "If I could ask an impertinent question, might I have a look at your back?" She gazed into the warrior girl's face. Her eyes felt more strained than usual, a result of the random blast of power she'd used earlier. She rubbed at her eyes and blinked a few times, trying to make the image of the girl clearer.

"Not meaning to be rude or anything, but I'm a healer, and I believe you're in pain. I'd rather like to help you if I can."
 
{This shall be the crappiest post in all history of my crappy posts. 8D ENJOYYYYYYYYY.<3 }

5.2779 inches is the circumference of a golf ball. This was also the exaggerated exact measurement of how much Riza's eyes widened in size upon watching such a series of scenes unfold. All the violence, the battering, the brawling, the bashing of heads, causing skulls to burst and organs to fly, it was a tad much to take in so quickly. Not having breakfast that morning turned out to be a good decision on her part. Perfectly still in her current standing position, the petite doll of a girl clenched her fists, holding herself steady while her body felt lighter than usual. Gladly allowing lids to fall heavily over those disturbed gray eyes, her vision was blacked out to ignore, or try at least, the exact way the largest of the group was pounding through the attackers. Doing this had her feeling alone, at peace inside her body for the moment, even though she knew Wrenlord was crawling over to stay beside her, watching intently to make sure none of the viscious brutes would even think of coming an inch towards his Burner.

Isolated in her own self, Riza took in deep breaths, calming down as this just was too much to witness. Never had she been thrown into any situation with such unintended vigor. It, honestly, was very scary to the girl. She did not get intimidated often, and rare was it that something was to frighten her, especially not with Wren around, but something about this occuring just sent chills up her spine. She felt uneasy around this battle, something was wrong, strange and different. She did not know exactly what it was, or why she felt this way, but she did, and the sensation pricked at every little pore exhaling along her skin. Furrowing her little brows, a gathering of foliage beneath her began to twitch. Suddenly, blades of grass sprang up from the ground, growing larger and larger by the second. Twisting into knots, moving along each other as if organized like an army of worker ants, individual blades joined to create a sort of craddle, thoroughly knotted up enough to be sturdy for the weight of a body. This was not a weapon, or some kind of defense apparatus. This was created simply to hold the girl that was about to faint.

Keeping his attention on the figures running around, suddenly scared from such a roar that rippled through the air without much effort, the giant praying mantis analyzed the look that appeared in the man's eyes. He was grinning, though, it was a joyous look, a positive one. But, it was also bloodthirsty, and he did not favor it one bit.
"Let them go. It would be best to scare them out of their wits.. But, you do not need to be a killer of every single body present in your grasp, Burner."
Calmly, the elegant, chival-like voice sounded out to the muscular being, clicking at the end with the habit that insects naturally had. Looking downwards towards his Riza, he noticed how she had fell into the grass-like bed, raising up from the ground a bit she she had not too far to travel. Concerned for just a moment, Wrenlord noticed how the rest of the blades grew more together, laying like a blanket against her body. The worry in his eyes flashed away quickly, he knew she would be alright. For such a little body, he felt proud for how much she could handle, yet sometimes it just was too much. Moving to stand directly over her in the grass holder, just in case she was in any danger to come, his head was brought back up to stare at those before him once more, antennae twitching along in the air all the while.​
 
Dvorak cut and bashed his way through the group of men that had charged at him, his massive sword overpowering whatever puny weapons that they had. The blue giant's armour was thick enough to block anything that hit him - Not that they got within a one metre radius of him before being cleaved open by the blade. Furthermore, flanking the group of men were Daemona Currere, the great red dragon that was Dvorak's steed. The behemoth swung his barbed metallic tail once he landed, crushing and swiping away almost three quarters of a dozen men. Both of their bulks corned the last three men and he had his bloodied sword leaning against his shoulder.

Daemona used his giant maw to push the men closer to Dvorak, whilst Dvorak moved his bulk up closer, and the men scrambled to get out of the reach of the giant sword. They were in a dilemna now - Get cut open by the sword, or torn apart by the dragon? None of which was desirable.

Dvorak was snapped out of his bloodlust by the calm voice of the Mantis, and he felt his own heart rate and breathing slow down, his shoulders stopped heaving so much, and he put his blade tip first into the ground. If he were to scare these soldiers, he would scare them, and make them pass on a message too.

"Tell whoever sent you that Burners guard these lands. Burners better than your Burners. You survived this skirmish only by my mercy, and that of the Praying Mantis. Tell them that Dvorak Tryte defeatead you, singlehandedly cleaving through your whole group until only you two were the lucky ones that survived. Tell them that the name of my dragon is 'Demons run'. Why? Because demons run when a good man goes to war, and sometimes, I am the good man."

The words came out as a snarl, as a threat to the men, and he backed off. The men scrambled off, not even bothering to pick up their weapons and vanished into the clearing. Dvorak nodded to himself, then to Daemona before he sent a telepathic message for him to head in the direction of the others - There was a dark Burner there that he should help them take down.

Dvorak then turned to the praying mantis and her fainted burner, nodding his head. In his usual booming voice, he spoke across the field to them.

"Thank you for that. I was born out of war. That is my only excuse for the bloodlust. We can talk later. For now, I believe we have a dark Burner to take care of."

Dvorak thenb turned around, pulling his blade out of the ground again, dashing over to the clearing where they were confronting the dark Burner. Dvorak stoped himself right beside the girl with a cut on her back, leaning the sword against his shoulder again. Daemona Currere had flown and covered all of them in his shadow, hovering right on top of the clearing.
 
Rhone didn't know how to respond to what this girl had just said. He finally found Brynn a healer, but couldn't help but feel suspicous of her eyes. They were an interesting color to him. Eyes like hers were known to be a sign of beauty and tranquility. He stared deep into her eyes just to find out how to read her and what she can do. He sensed light energy from within her aswell as the pegasus. The winged horse looked as if he could hold his own in a battle and to Rhone, the girl seemed as if she was the shy type. "Hmmm?" he muttered as he leaned in to get a closer look at her. Rhone had learned all he needed from her facial expressions to notice that she was a bit different from what she seemed. At the same time, he'd forgotten that his vest had been torn off by his dead abversary.Revealling his mark on his chest.


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Thrax could see inside the girl already and know that she can manipulate the sun's energy to her use. He felt powers of light was a strong perk to both fighting and protection. The dragon noticed how he could hold the pegasus in one of talon covered feet. Thrax had been alive for years but had never seen a pegasus in full grown form. He had questions for the creature but turned his attention to the girl. As Rhone leaned in at the girl, Thrax moved the tip of his tail infront of him, "Calm yourself Rhone don't scare the poor girl." Thrax had spoken in words this time though, if there were other burners coming around then he figured that speaking through thoughts wasn't needed anymore. Thrax looked down at the girl and wanted to ask her a question hoping she didn't mind. "I'm sorry ma'am...But are you a bit blind?"​
 
Clarissa shrank back as Rhone leaned towards her, not scared exactly, but sensing he didn't entirely trust her. She was glad then when his beast mount spoke up, a voice that was rich and thick. Not as comfortingly warm as Vertrag's had been, but a voice of reason and understanding. It put her at ease slightly.

"I'm sorry ma'am... but are you a bit blind?"

Clarissa couldn't help but feel a little sad as she answered. "My sight is failing me, yes. Beren tells me I'll be blind in a few years, if I don't push the offensive powers too much. I'm at the stage I can still see colours, shapes and shadows, but if I want a good look at someone's face I actually need to feel out their features, or have them right up in my face." She smiled sadly at the boy. Beren trotted round her back; she leant against him as he nuzzled comfortingly into her shoulder.

Barely a minute had passed before she swallowed the sad look, cleared her throat and straightented up. "Enough of my issues, I can deal with not being able to see clearly. The woman there - I'm sorry, I don't know your name - is hurting and I don't think my bellyaching over fading eyesight will help her. There's no risk to the healing process, if that's what you're worried about. I don't need to see in order to heal." Her pale fingers glowed soft white, a calming, pure-looking light, as she demonstrated what she meant. She'd picked up a couple of scrapes on the way there; they melted into whiteness. When the glow faded, the skin was like new, untouched by blemishes.
 
Rhaego smiled to himself. Most of the Burners were safe, and those that were hurt were taken care of. But a part of his heart sunk to his stomach as he realized he didn't quite fit in. It was his first time around other humans for a very long time. Rhaego always knew he would never fit it, but never to this degree. But he was not one to dwell on what was. He smiled, flashing he pointed teeth and found a comfortable patch of grass near the group. Rhaego laughed loudly, his raspy voice making it sound like he was in pain, and flopped to the soft earth.

The dragon Burner stared at the clouds making shapes in the sky and let the sun's warmth soak into his tattooed skin. He took a deep breath and rolled over to observe the Burners. He found his eyes rest on the women and he blushed realizing how barbaric his thoughts were. But Rhaego could not help but be in awe of the other burners. They were so strong, and confident. They were the way he imagined knights and princesses. While the wild boy wanted to help Riza, Clarissa, and all the others, but he could not heal. Fire was meant to end lives, not save them. So, Rhaego was happy on the edge while the others paraded around.
 
It warmed Rhone's heart to see how she would put aside her defects to help someone else. He wanted to ask her a question of his own, but Brynn was in desperate need of a healer. How she healed widend his eyes and amazed him to the fullest. The light seemed like looking into a portal to the heavens, a light that gave hope to the sick, the wounded, and demoralized. Sharply, Rhone never trusted most on first sight, but she was someone who didn't look like she could cause trouble, let alone have the intentions to kill a man. He trusted her without a doubt in his mind, he was just glad to finally have help for Brynn. "Sorry if i gave you the wrong idea, my names Rhone" he said, reaching out his hand to greet her. He gave a small smile to make up for the possible wierd feeling he gave her earlier.


The field had soon come to a calm silence once the fighting had stopped and everyone was calm. As he looked around he finally noticed the huge set of armor standing next to him and Brynn. "And you must be the owner of the metalic beast i take it", walked from Rhone's mouth like a happy greeting. It filled Rhone with joy to see that the legend, the destined heroes where coming together. He hoped to find all of them at one time, that way it'd be easier to inform them of their destined quests as a team. Far off to the edge he spotted a giant mantis with a girl, the boy who saved him in the field, and was at home with his senses. But with every happy time there is always a darkness seeking within.​
 
It was quite amazing how the young woman without sight could perform such magic upon the wounds. Watching from a distance, Wrenlord could not tear his beady eyes away from the spectacle taking place before him. He was thoroughly impressed, never having witnessed such power from other Burners. Heck, he had never even seen another Burner yet, before this day. And now look at them, all coming together like chums in a bucket. It was turning out to be a lovely time in their lives. Yet, the air was thick with a dense fog looming about. A tattered soul was nearby, and it troubled the mantis, he could feel the aura tickling up his wings. Shuddering slightly, he rubbed one of his pinchers up against the top of his skull a few times, trying to rid himself of such a sensation. Gazing downwards to his Riza once more, he found the blanket of grass heaving up and down, following the motion accordingly to her breathing pattern. He wondered silently how much longer she would be out like this. Bending down lower, his face right next to the petite figure out cold, his focus fixiated on her neck. Closing his eyes, his feelers twitched in the air, sensing for her heartbeat. Finding the specific thumping sound he knew belonged to the girl, and only to her, after a moment of concentration, Wrenlord found that it was at a normal pace. This was a wonderful sign. Keeping down low, the giant insect hovering over the mortal body, the figure stayed completely still, waiting patiently for her to come back.​
 
Brynn watched as the woman approached Rhone and herself, asking to help Brynn. Brynn frowned. There was something off about this girl's appearance. She couldn't figure it out until Thrax spoke up, asking if she was blind. That's when she realized what had been off; the Burner's eyes had a cloud look to them, as though they were unfocused. Thrax seemed to be satisfied with the answer but Rhone was looking at the girl as if she was a murderer. Brynn frowned. She didn't want to ask this girl to heal her. Surely there must be some other person who needed to be healed more than she. It was probably only a scratch anyway and she was just overreacting. She could wait until they got to a town. She was feeling better as it was. It was probably just from the adrenaline that had rushed through her body but it still didn't hurt as bad so that must mean it was healing right?

She shook her head at the girl. "That really alright. I don't need it that bad. I'm just being a cry baby really. It's not even that bad. It just stings a little bit."

That was a lie; it was burning, not stinging. Still, it wasn't bad.

"There must be other people to use your power on. I'll just wait until we reach a town. Really. I'm fine. I couldn't ask you to heal me like that. It wouldn't be fair."

She tried to give the most sincere smile she could muster and looked up at Rhone. "It's not that bad right? Tell her. I can just wait till we get where ever we're going."

She looked at Scylla and saw that the dragon was wearing a look of disdain on her face. You know as well as I do that it hurts a lot more than you're letting on. That's the worst gash I've ever seen, little one. It can't possibly a regular sword that hurt you like that. Let the girl heal you.

Brynn shook her head stubbornly and spoke back to Scylla. I'm perfectly fine. It doesn't hurt. Honest. It just stings a little bit.

Scylla snorted and looked away from her master. If Brynn wasn't going to listen to her then she would have to get someone else to do something. Without Brynn knowing, she spoke inside of Thrax and Rhone's heads. You need to get Brynn to see how much she needs to be healed. I don't care what she says. Both of you can see what it looks like; it's not pretty. My guess is that the sword wasn't an ordinary sword. This Burner could be our only hope to save her. I can feel her life energy fading pretty quickly. The dragon looked down at Rhone with a pleading look in her eyes. He had to help Brynn.
 
Rhone's next move immediately became clear when Scylla spoke out to him. If Brynn continued to go on without treatment, then she was sure to perish sometime soon. But how were you going to convince someone that stubborn against help, to be honest it made him chuckle a little. She seemed to amaze him with her determination at every turn. Still as impressive as it is, he couldn't stand by at watch her slowly die right infront of him.


"Brynn", he muttered, "Just let her help you. I know most of the time somoeone like you wouldn't ask for help, but this is a life or death matter now and you're on the brink of death. Slowly yes, but progressively. Besides you have the qualities of a strong, lengendary woman that could redefine what it means to be strong. But if you die hear then you'll never have that chance. A chance to inspire and spread a name that all will know..And maybe in the future, find yourself a lover." Rhone faced towards Brynn and placed his hands on Brynn's shoulders, he glared into her eyes with a soul seeping stare. Rhone had noticed how she reacted from looking into his eyes and the beauty of her controlled him for brief moments.Rhone suddenly felt a deep emotion spread throughout his body. He placed his arms around her and whispered into her ear, "Please....don't strain yourself. Stay alive...for me."​
 
Brynn's eyes flashed for a second as he read her exactly. She wasn't the type to ask anybody for help no matter what. She never had anyone to ask anyway. And now here she was, relying on one person and trusting her with her life. It wasn't an easy thing to do for someone who had been so independent for so long. She was just about to open to object once again to this when Rhone looked into her eyes.

It was like someone had turned off all rational thinking. Her head went from shaking in refusal to nodding in consent. She couldn't say no to him. She would allow the Burner to heal her. Brynn's head swiveled to look at the girl. She swallowed her pride and stepped towards the girl and out of Rhone's arm. Every step towards the girl caused her back to let out a blast of fire through her nerves. She stopped in front of her and closed her eyes. Brynn took a deep breath and opened her mouth.

"Alright." She opened her eyes and locked them onto the girl's. "Heal me. But just the cut on my back. Nothing else. And just enough so that I'm not in danger of dying. No more that that. I can deal with pain but obviously I can't deal with it if I'm dead. Just heal it a little bit." She took another deep breath and waited for the girl.
 
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