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flame.
"Fly
into darkness, Requiem!" she cried. "Break through! With me! Rally
with me!"
They
swooped, blowing out flames in a ring, to join her flight. Fidelity roared her
flames.
"Drive
your fire forward!" she shouted. "Join your flames and break through!"
She
blasted more fire. Their pillars joined with hers. The five fiery streams wove
together, forming a gushing river of heat and sound and light. Firedrakes fled
before it. The raging inferno carved open a path in the night. Ahead Fidelity
saw the shadows, the open landscape, a chance to live. She flew there. The
others flew with her.
They
shot across the walls and over the fields.
We
made it, Fidelity thought, tears in her eyes . . . and then the great beast
swooped.
Mercy
Deus had hovered above the battle, surveying it from the cold heights. Now the
paladin swooped upon her great firedrakes, and her flames rained down. Ten
other firedrakes flew with her, forming a wall of scales and fire.
"Slay
them all!" the paladin cried. "Slay the weredragons!"
The
firedrakes all blew fire, their jets weaving together in a gushing river, a
raging inferno greater than Vir Requis fire, brighter than the sun, a flame to
burn the world.
Fidelity
reared in the sky, blinded by the light, screaming in pain.
A
shadow flew forth.
"Fly,
lassie!" the shadow cried, charging into the light. "Lead them on.
Fly!"
"Julian!"
she shouted.
The
old silver dragon charged forth . . . into the woven jets of firedrake flames.
The
dragon screamed as he burned.
Plowing
onward, Julian beat his burning wings, laughed and screamed, and scattered the flames
back onto the firedrakes. The old dragon blasted forth his own fire, a great
fountain, and the firedrakes screamed and their riders burned.
"Father!"
Roen cried.
"Julian!"
Tears filled Fidelity's eyes. She couldn't even see the silver dragon anymore,
only a burning phoenix, a beast of flame, laughing, holding back the enemy.
"Fly!"
his voice echoed . . . and was gone.
Tears
in her eyes, Fidelity flew.
"Follow
me!" she shouted. "Domi, Cade! Fly! Roen!"
They
flew past the burning firedrakes and into the open night. They streamed across
the fields. When Fidelity looked over her shoulder, she saw the great blaze of
firedrakes . . . and she saw a small, burning man plummet through the sky like
a comet. Before Julian could hit the city rooftops, three firedrakes caught
him, bit deep, and tore him apart. Limbs scattered. Fidelity's eyes watered and
she looked away.
"Father!"
Roen cried, voice torn in agony.
Fidelity
forced herself to fly near the green dragon, to glare at him, to swipe him with
her tail. "Silence! Fly silently, Roen. No fire. No sound. Fly!"
Roen's
eyes were red and damp, but he obeyed. They all swallowed their flames. They
soared higher and glided on the wind. Behind them, the firedrakes pursued,
blasting out flame, seeking them in the night.
Five
dragons had fought over the city. Four flew into the darkness, burnt, grieving.
They had cried out, bled, killed for Requiem. As they flew in shadows, they
left a light of Requiem behind, forever gone.
ROEN
My father is
gone.
They
flew through the night, four dragons where five had once flown. They flew
through despair, bleeding, burnt, grieving. Roen could barely breathe, barely
keep his wings flapping. The pain of his wounds blazed across him, and the pain
inside him twisted his belly, clutched his heart, burned his throat and eyes.
The sky itself seemed to shatter.
My
father is gone.
If
not for the firedrakes that still scanned the sky, he would have roared in
agony. If not for Fidelity, whom he had to protect, he would have turned in the
sky, charged back toward the enemy, and blasted his fire, burning them and
dying, joining his father in the afterlife.
Father
. . . Oh stars, Father.
The
others flew beside him in the darkness: Fidelity, a slim blue dragon; Cade, a
young golden dragon, his scales cracked and burnt; and Domi, just as battered
and charred,
"Fly
into darkness, Requiem!" she cried. "Break through! With me! Rally
with me!"
They
swooped, blowing out flames in a ring, to join her flight. Fidelity roared her
flames.
"Drive
your fire forward!" she shouted. "Join your flames and break through!"
She
blasted more fire. Their pillars joined with hers. The five fiery streams wove
together, forming a gushing river of heat and sound and light. Firedrakes fled
before it. The raging inferno carved open a path in the night. Ahead Fidelity
saw the shadows, the open landscape, a chance to live. She flew there. The
others flew with her.
They
shot across the walls and over the fields.
We
made it, Fidelity thought, tears in her eyes . . . and then the great beast
swooped.
Mercy
Deus had hovered above the battle, surveying it from the cold heights. Now the
paladin swooped upon her great firedrakes, and her flames rained down. Ten
other firedrakes flew with her, forming a wall of scales and fire.
"Slay
them all!" the paladin cried. "Slay the weredragons!"
The
firedrakes all blew fire, their jets weaving together in a gushing river, a
raging inferno greater than Vir Requis fire, brighter than the sun, a flame to
burn the world.
Fidelity
reared in the sky, blinded by the light, screaming in pain.
A
shadow flew forth.
"Fly,
lassie!" the shadow cried, charging into the light. "Lead them on.
Fly!"
"Julian!"
she shouted.
The
old silver dragon charged forth . . . into the woven jets of firedrake flames.
The
dragon screamed as he burned.
Plowing
onward, Julian beat his burning wings, laughed and screamed, and scattered the flames
back onto the firedrakes. The old dragon blasted forth his own fire, a great
fountain, and the firedrakes screamed and their riders burned.
"Father!"
Roen cried.
"Julian!"
Tears filled Fidelity's eyes. She couldn't even see the silver dragon anymore,
only a burning phoenix, a beast of flame, laughing, holding back the enemy.
"Fly!"
his voice echoed . . . and was gone.
Tears
in her eyes, Fidelity flew.
"Follow
me!" she shouted. "Domi, Cade! Fly! Roen!"
They
flew past the burning firedrakes and into the open night. They streamed across
the fields. When Fidelity looked over her shoulder, she saw the great blaze of
firedrakes . . . and she saw a small, burning man plummet through the sky like
a comet. Before Julian could hit the city rooftops, three firedrakes caught
him, bit deep, and tore him apart. Limbs scattered. Fidelity's eyes watered and
she looked away.
"Father!"
Roen cried, voice torn in agony.
Fidelity
forced herself to fly near the green dragon, to glare at him, to swipe him with
her tail. "Silence! Fly silently, Roen. No fire. No sound. Fly!"
Roen's
eyes were red and damp, but he obeyed. They all swallowed their flames. They
soared higher and glided on the wind. Behind them, the firedrakes pursued,
blasting out flame, seeking them in the night.
Five
dragons had fought over the city. Four flew into the darkness, burnt, grieving.
They had cried out, bled, killed for Requiem. As they flew in shadows, they
left a light of Requiem behind, forever gone.
ROEN
My father is
gone.
They
flew through the night, four dragons where five had once flown. They flew
through despair, bleeding, burnt, grieving. Roen could barely breathe, barely
keep his wings flapping. The pain of his wounds blazed across him, and the pain
inside him twisted his belly, clutched his heart, burned his throat and eyes.
The sky itself seemed to shatter.
My
father is gone.
If
not for the firedrakes that still scanned the sky, he would have roared in
agony. If not for Fidelity, whom he had to protect, he would have turned in the
sky, charged back toward the enemy, and blasted his fire, burning them and
dying, joining his father in the afterlife.
Father
. . . Oh stars, Father.
The
others flew beside him in the darkness: Fidelity, a slim blue dragon; Cade, a
young golden dragon, his scales cracked and burnt; and Domi, just as battered
and charred,
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