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shoveling
that he didn't really care.
He stripped off his
outerwear, lit all of the candles to brighten the place up and set
water over the fire for tea.
Only then did he sit down
at the table to examine the crystal more closely.
The structure was almost
random; different lengths of spikes poking out of the ovoid center to
different lengths. Strangely, the faint pulsing of the heart was more
noticeable in the brightly lit room than it had been outside.
Simon watched the pulses
distrustfully. Why would the thing still be beating when the dragon
was dead? It didn't make sense. Unless...
He sat back and considered
what Clara had told him.
The dragons had apparently
absorbed his magic, she said. But watching the steady pulses, he had
a feeling that they had done something else.
Simon believed that the
beasts had redirected the power, into themselves. He knew that the
magic that the gods, both Good and Evil, were streaming into the
Earth's atmosphere was like a river. It flowed steadily, being used
by creatures and some humans, but constantly being refilled.
He guessed that the heart
was still pulsing because it was still absorbing the power that was
meant for him, sent by the gods of Order.
Which means, he thought
excitedly, that if I can destroy this thing and the other one, the
magic will find me again.
He felt exhilarated at the
thought but hesitated as he continued to study the heart.
The thing had survived the
explosive death of its host. Which meant that it was anything but
fragile. So the question was; how do you destroy the heart of a
dragon?
He got up and made his
tea, thinking it through. A hammer and chisel maybe? He glanced at
the heart. Possibly. The thing looked like crystal, after all,
although he doubted that the substance was something as simple as
that.
He stood and leaned back
on the kitchen counter, sipping his tea. Now that he actually had one
of the things in his possession, he was reluctant to attempt its
destruction.
Why the hesitation?
He searched through his
feelings and realized that he didn't want to do half a job. While he
really wanted his magic back, destroying only one heart wouldn't do
it. He needed both gone before he would be whole again.
Once he had finished his
tea, his decision was made. He would wait until he had both of the
damned things in hand before he attempted their destruction. It
wasn't really logical, but the thought was more satisfying.
So he put on his thick
gloves, carefully picked up the pulsing ovoid and set it on the floor
against the wall.
“ Soon,” he
told it. “I'll take care of you soon, you leech.”
The rest of the evening he
spent trying to read by the fire. But the flashing heart, steadily
throbbing with red light, weighed on his mind and he couldn't
concentrate.
Finally, Simon tossed
aside his book, gave the heart a final glare and headed for bed.
Tomorrow couldn't come soon enough.
After a restless night,
Simon arose to find that the snow had stopped overnight and the
morning had dawned clear and bright. It was still bitterly cold but
at least he wouldn't get lost as he tramped across the countryside in
search of the other dragon's remains.
He ate a hurried
breakfast, dressed in warm clothing again and grabbed his shovel.
Then he banked the fire so that it would last for hours, glanced
briefly at the dragon heart in the corner, and headed out.
As he stood knee-deep in
the snow in front of the tower, he tried to remember exactly where
the dragons had been battling in the sky when the loser fell to its
death.
West, he was sure of that.
But how far? And was it more to the south or the north.
He ground his teeth in
exasperation. This might be impossible. The thought of waiting for
the spring thaw was almost painful, but digging holes randomly for
days or weeks would be a total waste of time.
I need more than luck for
this, he thought. I need a miracle.
With a lot of effort,
Simon managed to pry open the locking mechanisms on his front
that he didn't really care.
He stripped off his
outerwear, lit all of the candles to brighten the place up and set
water over the fire for tea.
Only then did he sit down
at the table to examine the crystal more closely.
The structure was almost
random; different lengths of spikes poking out of the ovoid center to
different lengths. Strangely, the faint pulsing of the heart was more
noticeable in the brightly lit room than it had been outside.
Simon watched the pulses
distrustfully. Why would the thing still be beating when the dragon
was dead? It didn't make sense. Unless...
He sat back and considered
what Clara had told him.
The dragons had apparently
absorbed his magic, she said. But watching the steady pulses, he had
a feeling that they had done something else.
Simon believed that the
beasts had redirected the power, into themselves. He knew that the
magic that the gods, both Good and Evil, were streaming into the
Earth's atmosphere was like a river. It flowed steadily, being used
by creatures and some humans, but constantly being refilled.
He guessed that the heart
was still pulsing because it was still absorbing the power that was
meant for him, sent by the gods of Order.
Which means, he thought
excitedly, that if I can destroy this thing and the other one, the
magic will find me again.
He felt exhilarated at the
thought but hesitated as he continued to study the heart.
The thing had survived the
explosive death of its host. Which meant that it was anything but
fragile. So the question was; how do you destroy the heart of a
dragon?
He got up and made his
tea, thinking it through. A hammer and chisel maybe? He glanced at
the heart. Possibly. The thing looked like crystal, after all,
although he doubted that the substance was something as simple as
that.
He stood and leaned back
on the kitchen counter, sipping his tea. Now that he actually had one
of the things in his possession, he was reluctant to attempt its
destruction.
Why the hesitation?
He searched through his
feelings and realized that he didn't want to do half a job. While he
really wanted his magic back, destroying only one heart wouldn't do
it. He needed both gone before he would be whole again.
Once he had finished his
tea, his decision was made. He would wait until he had both of the
damned things in hand before he attempted their destruction. It
wasn't really logical, but the thought was more satisfying.
So he put on his thick
gloves, carefully picked up the pulsing ovoid and set it on the floor
against the wall.
“ Soon,” he
told it. “I'll take care of you soon, you leech.”
The rest of the evening he
spent trying to read by the fire. But the flashing heart, steadily
throbbing with red light, weighed on his mind and he couldn't
concentrate.
Finally, Simon tossed
aside his book, gave the heart a final glare and headed for bed.
Tomorrow couldn't come soon enough.
After a restless night,
Simon arose to find that the snow had stopped overnight and the
morning had dawned clear and bright. It was still bitterly cold but
at least he wouldn't get lost as he tramped across the countryside in
search of the other dragon's remains.
He ate a hurried
breakfast, dressed in warm clothing again and grabbed his shovel.
Then he banked the fire so that it would last for hours, glanced
briefly at the dragon heart in the corner, and headed out.
As he stood knee-deep in
the snow in front of the tower, he tried to remember exactly where
the dragons had been battling in the sky when the loser fell to its
death.
West, he was sure of that.
But how far? And was it more to the south or the north.
He ground his teeth in
exasperation. This might be impossible. The thought of waiting for
the spring thaw was almost painful, but digging holes randomly for
days or weeks would be a total waste of time.
I need more than luck for
this, he thought. I need a miracle.
With a lot of effort,
Simon managed to pry open the locking mechanisms on his front
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