Chapter 6: Dragons

Eleven dragons landed on a field near Forsholden. Seven of them were just returning from the north.

“What happened, brother?” Mirdartomonis asked, an orange dragon with black veins on his scales.

“Gaal returned and burned many of our brothers,” Farum replied, “We must make an alliance with the ermirians to at least try to destroy him.”

“At least try?” Talafsilorush, a blue dragon with orange veins on his scales, decided to clarify.

“Brother, you haven’t seen him, he’s fire, he’s fierce, he is a powerful flame, and he is stronger than we are!” Chekwan put in, “Eldrak and Hakker Tomonis fell under the Gaal’s fire!”

“What?! My brothers?!” Mirdartomonis threw a stream of fire into the sky, uttering a very furious roar, and he took off.

The blue-yellow dragon also wanted to fly, but Farum stopped him.

“Armale, don’t, leave him in the sky, our grief is great, let him be alone.”

“Who else died?” the light grey dragon, Fernirtalarsialor, entered the conversation.

“Your brother, Jessavtalarsialor, is dead. Many others, too, some of the deaths we have not seen, and the brothers, having met the miralfaran’s enmity, flew in different directions. And we want to gather everyone to unite with the ermirians and stop Gaal!” Farum said.

“It will be very hard to negotiate with them,” Fayroardaldalor, a black dragon with red streaks on his scales, said, “We have incinerated their cities, as our mother wanted!”

“She’s not our mother!” Ulli, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly roared and sent a stream of fire into the sky. Mirdartomonis, flying nearby alone, looked at him disapprovingly.

“What?!” asked Duvarldalfiaks, a dark blue dragon with light brown scales. “She’s not an askaldenfirst?”

“No, brother, she is falsalvgudina,” Farum replied.

“Falsalvgudina?! Have we become so foolish in our sleep that we are now being deceived by false mothers?!” Fernir wondered.

“Brothers, now we must find the others, find our real mothers, and then negotiate with the ermirians before it’s too late! We cannot waste time on grief and the pain of loss. I don’t want our kind to disappear! I’ll not let this happen!” and Farum threw out a huge stream of fire, which made Mirdar fly toward them. “There are eleven of us, I suggest we divide into three groups. I will fly with Chekwan, Irkir and Ulli to the east, to where Gaal is.”

“Since Gaal is dangerous, maybe we shouldn’t take that risk?” Talafsilorush asked.

“Our wounded brothers could be there!” the voice of Farum thundered, “Don’t you want to save them, Talaf?”

“Of course I do, but not at the cost of our lives!” Talaf said and took off.

“Randairtaavagan, Fernirtalarsialor, take Talaf and fly to the southeast,” Farum ordered.

“It will be done, Farum,” Fernir said, and together with the grey dragon with dark blue veins on the scales, he took off and they flew toward Talaf.

“Duvarldalfiaks, Fayroardaldalor, Armalebirznaaks, you will take Mirdar and fly northeast. Let’s try to find our brothers, and then we’ll meet in the elven capital.”

“But the argiphones there, aren’t they?” Fayroar remarked.

“That’s the point, brother, we have to convince the elves to curb their birds, let them fight with Gaal. Better let the birds die, than us. I’ve already said that I cannot allow another brother to die!” Farum answered and took off, heading east, followed by three dragons, the rest flew where Farum told them to fly.