From: Rainbow <cf@leightons.demon.co.uk>


Rainbow saw the dragons fighting high above her, Jay looked up at her
nudge.

:Erelan? Is that her name?: the Animiian male asked as they finished
packing and inventorying.

Jatoka glared at his friend as he fixed the last pack on his back.
:Don't see why I can't join in!:

"Because it's a private battle, and there's enough magic flying around
anyway!" the princess snorted as Jatoka sulked.

She heard Sand ask if she'd do the inventorying of skills, and stood up.
(That presence has gone...) Rainbow wondered silently, as she couldn't
feel her 'friend', the person she'd met at the Midnight Sun so long
ago... Raven. That was it, Raven was gone, and so was her horse.
(Strange.)

"What has been _happening_?" Rainbow squeaked startled as she saw the
chaos in camp. "Someone fill me in here!"

Dee'rina glanced around and daintily walked around, picking up stuff,
and helping people with their jobs.

(There's Aya...) Rainbow thought, (She looks like a princess!) Rainbow
racked her memory, trying, and failing, to work out what ruling families
were around here.

Walking up to the richly dressed lady she smiled equal to equal. "Lady
Aya?" she asked formally, cursing that she didn't know her true title.
"May I ask you which ruling family you are from? And may I assume your
son is the heir?"

From: Darvoso <darvoso@fortwayne.infi.net>

The forest seemed to still be dead, but he heard, if not felt the animals start
to come back to life in the deepining gloom. As he ranged ahead of the dragon,
but keeping her in sight as he trailed them back to camp, he wondered what he
was to do. (I need to get her back to camp soon. I don't think the Dragon
would take my... Oh bloody... I haven't a clue where that dragon is. It could
come back. I wonder... Perhaps a Mind Call to the Group. But I don't know any
of them well enough. Damn.) He continued scouting ahead, but soon, his
conscience made up his mind for him. (I can find the Sword later, Erelan...
needs help.)

Preparing himself, he Sent to Erelan, :Dragon. I Run to camp, follow my trail!:

Taking a deep breath, he let himself go. He felt the wind in his face, the feel
of the trees rushing by him as he flew through the woods as if he was the wind
beneath them, and making no more sound. He ran at his full speed, something
which would a horse would have a hard time keeping up with, until he came to
camp, stumbling on to them, heedless, hoping someone would recognize him, and
not feather him...

(Silly. You hope you don't become a pincushion. If you could care less...) a
cold calculating voice said, but he couldn't be less careless, for care takes
time... A valuable commodity that Erelan didn't have. As he scanned the camp,
he announced, in a voice as solid as he could get...

'Erelan is on the way, but she is hurt! She lives only by painkillers. If any
of you know medicine, go to her. She comes, but she may not make it here...
Please,' he practically begged, not caring really that he sounded distraught.
If it made them move faster...suddenly he realized he cared about what happened
to this dragon. (Maybe I can change...) He resumed. 'She follows my
backtrail, what I left of it....Please...someone...'

His voice trailed off, and he waited for someone, anyone to respond...

From: "Raven Darkblade" <abbykat@hotmail.com>

(Close. That was too close.) Solarin let out the breath he'd been
holding. Regardless of the Power the group possessed, he didn't have
faith in their ability to take on Nirathei. (Perhaps we could kill
him... but not before he did much damage. And I don't feel like dying
tonight.)

He wished he'd gotten a better idea of the direction the black dragon
had flown. Raven was out there alone... :Raven!:

She responded immediately. :What is it?:

:Nirathei flies tonight. Watch yourself.:

She cursed. :Hell. Is everyone all right on your end?:

:No one dead, yet. Erelan fought him, and wounded him. She's badly hurt,
but alive. He flew off; I'm not sure what direction.: He curled his arms
around himself, still lightheaded from his private ritual.

:Right. I'll be careful... but if he's out here, then he's not at the
Citadel. I may get lucky. I wish I'd left you some of the
spellspheres...:

He managed a grin at that. :Shayala, if I need them while I'm with this
group then we are all dead anyhow. Keep yourself alive.:

:Same to you.:

Solarin would have liked to lean against something, but there was
nothing for him to lean on. Instead he stood, feeling vaguely helpless.

From: "Angie" <heraldtg@mbox3.singnet.com.sg>

Shadowblade caught the plea just as she left the clearing.

'Erelan is on the way, but she is hurt! She lives only by painkillers. If any
of you know medicine, go to her. She comes, but she may not make it here...
Please, he paused She follows my backtrail, what I left of
it....Please...someone...


(Damn.) Hoping that the other would be able to hear her, she threw back, :I'm on
my way. I didn't think she would be able to move though...:

She ran through the brush and followed the track that his run had made in the
ground. (Gods, I hope I'm in time. The battle looked vicious.)

From: "Tim & Tiffanie" <tntgray@sprintmail.com>

Lady Aya replied, and Xenon stood, happy with his work and listened to her
words. The words of praise fell well, but the other words came forth... .

>She paused. "I also would like to mention that your assessment of Ruvan as
a Prince is ...close. You should be aware that you are the only one privy
to that information at this time." She leaned closer to him. "I would
rather the fewer who knew, the better." Returning to her original
distance, she continued, "I do have a
request of you. I probably should not ask because of how generous you
have already been. But there is a young man over there near the fire. He
seems to have some sort of evil presence in his mind. I spent the whole
evening working on Mind-Healing him. While what I have done should last
some time, unless the presence is removed, he will revert to the mess he
was before. I cannot remove the presence. I don't have a Power to do
that. When I was Healing him, I ran across an image of you. Considering
what you have already done for Dakorillan, Ruvan, and myself, I was hoping
that you would extend your kindness to helping him.">

And thus Lady Aya stood, regally awaiting Xenon's answer to her query,
wearyness showing even through her well schooled posture. Xenon replied to
her first request, as he momentarily considered her second.

"Ruvan's secret is safe with me, Lady Aya" Xenon said. "He is far too young
and far from his rightful place to be involved in the sort of tangled
skiens his rank would occasion out here. And further, I beg you, for his
sake and yours, to follow this group not into the lair of Savar... he .. is
... foul beyond belief."

Xenon slowed his last words for emphasis and as thoughts raged within him of
pain Savar had caused.. his pain, the pain of others.... and he could not
stand to see the same occur to this gentle woman and her innocent son. Then
he chose his answer to Lady Aya's second question from amongst the swirling
maelstrom within his mind and heart and spoke.

"Lady Aya, your gentleness and kindness in relation to this man is a tribute
to your breeding, your good heart and the diety who touches you. You could
not remove the presence from his mind, for it is foriegn to your nature and
not fit for you to sully your hands, mind and heart with such." Xenon
paused to carefully consider his next words, but the dam of his heart broke
forth before this gentle lady, for just a moment, and he spoke these words.

I can heal this man, yes, but I am loath to do so. You see, I am partially
at fault for his condition.." Xenon struggled to control the flow, and the
words he spoke were so so quiet, but the cleansing flow would not stop.
Something in the quiet strength and brave willingness of this tired noble
woman to enter the mind of one so possessed, all unaware of her peril
pierced his heart and he continued.

" Lady Aya, This man, in a fit of unrighteous anger, killed a servant of
mine whom I valued greatly." Xenon laughed quietly but bitterly and then
continued. "I was angry, for in doing so, he broke the hospitality he had
been enjoying in the home where I lived though it was not mine, and the
guard had not truely provoked him sore. He then went so far as to attack
me, and I struck him down. He was near death, and my Uncle, an evil man
who's house it was wished him for himself. I was angry, and at my uncle's
request, I used magic which, to me, is as natural as drawing breath and
summoned a demon to control this one for my uncle, sparing his life only
because I acceded to my uncle's wishes for him." Xenon paused, control
returning and Adamant walls returning to their rightful place though the
maelstrom still raged within.

"Lady Aya, in honour of your request, I will undo what I have done. The
ignorant wretch has likely suffered enough to assuage his ill before the
gods... and me as well, I guess, so I will remove the presence as soon as
his physical and mental self has rested enough to survive the process. I
sorrow for the pain this revelation must cause so gentle a soul, but please
take solace in the fact that your caring request for one so little deserving
of it will see him whole if he can be made so. I am at least as adept at
removing such presences as bringing them. Your wish in this thing, I now
accept as my command." Xenon bowed a graceful court bow and again faced
Aya.

"Now dear lady, if it is in you to still accept any advice or good word from
one who has done things which will no doubt trouble your soul, please accept
this. Go now to rest a bit, and feed your babe. I will seek out my man Dak
and inform him that care for you and Ruvan is in his hands and set him to
your watch by command as well as his heart's desire. As for me, I will do
as I have said if it is a thing possible. Xenon leaned over a bit, placing
but one hand gently on Lady Aya's shoulder to offer what comfort he could
and laid a gentle kiss upon the curls of the sleeping babe. He then stood,
swept a bow of leaving, and strode off to find Dak.

Dak had approached as Xenon and Aya were finishing speaking, but then had
begun to move away. Xenon strode quickly to intercept him as he crossed to
the fire, and spoke to him quietly and quickly.

"Dak, I've work for you... my friend. The Lady Aya and her sweet babe must
have protection as they are in straits so perilous. To leave this group is
folly if they leave alone... or even with you my non-woodswise friend. To
continue seems yet more folly, but I do not see a better path at present."
Xenon stopped and perepared to continue, feeling the strangely meant word
'friend' coming forth from his lips so easily, and he drew from one of his
pouches a sword and maine gauche of powerful enchantment and finest
craftsmanship bound together by their straps and the belt from which they
would depend. He proffered them to Dak as he spoke.

"Dak. I charge thee with the care of this good Lady and her child while she
and he in such peril lay and until such time as they shall see safer place
and time. This goodly blade is of strong enchantment. It will not break
and will leap to thy hand if called in but an instant. It's dweomer is such
as to penetrate the hardest hide of any demonspawn, and will pierce armour
easily as well.... for it is a White Blade of Karilanth and its smaller
mated Dag, from an ancient time when they of Karilanth were of, I must
suppose, far greater nobleness and goodness than they are in this time. It
will accept thee, and it is a great treasure, and you should never let it
go. I want you to have it as a token of my friendship for you and to keep
for the duration of your life, as well as for a protection for this Lady and
her babe. If you will but reach forth thy hand to accept this sword and
dag, you take both this charge and my friendship with you. Wilst thou take
this blade, Dakorillon my friend?" Xenon stared straitly into Dak's eyes,
steadily awaiting his reply.

(Luck and Love, he's going formal, that's dangerous), Dak thought as Xenon
began his speech. It was quickly proved that this thought was true as Xenon
spoke of protection of Ladies and Ancient magical swords. (Why me? I'm a no
name, no fortune street rat of low birth.) Dak brushed the hair from his
eyes as the last words rang deep into his soul and echoed for a moment
before registering.

The look in Xenon's eyes left no doubt as to the seriousness of the request,
and to the fact that it was not some game to toy with his conscience. He
reached his hand out, forgetting for a moment the crowds and the dangers
that threatened and pulled the dag from its sheathe, not taking the whole
bundle. He turned it in his hand for a moment and saw the whiteness of the
blade, like solid light, like the goodness of the finest knight's tale. (My
boy), he thought, (you are lost).

With a move, nearly too fast to follow he slashed it across his right wrist
and was amazed at how easily the blood welled and that there was no pain for
a moment, and then it came, blazingly bright and the red blood. He turned
his arm up and offered it to Xenon.

"With this blood, I offer my service, and my friendship. Brother to
brother, through life and death." Dak finished, as his vision began to swim
from the pain.

(Ye gods!) Xenon thought, as Dak's blood spilled upon the ground and his
words came forth. (He makes a blood ritual of recieving a Karilanthian
Blade!) Xenon laughed quietly at the deliciousness of it all, and then took
the blade from Dak's hand and cut his own right wrist, holding the sword
bundle under his arm and the dag with the left. He grasped Dak's hand,
wrist to wrist, blood to blood, and spoke.

"I accept thy Service and will treasure thy Friendship for all time and
beyond Dakorillon my brother. You've my oath as a Lord to Thy care and well
being, and my friendship as well." Xenon paused as a single tear left his
right eye and traced a path down his cheek. They were held in time, two men
offering blades of power and quiet words and slashing their wrists in the
midst of a camp in chaos. Xenon spoke even as he healed their wounds and
destroyed any trace of their blood or its essence from ground, air or
clothing. Few seemed to have noticed, if any. His words were:

"Now, Dak my brother and friend, wilst thou take the blade and the charges
or not?" Xenon said with a wry smile and a touch of dark humor. "Or wilst
thou again slash open the veins of thy life and drench the ground of this
place with it in order to escape a simple bodyguarding duty?" Xenon's words
were light but his eyes shown with a much deeper light.

Dak grinned, his rougish grin and replied, "Lord Xenon, first may I say that
your oaths about service beyond death, while eloquent, have a certain added
poignancy, when one considers your reputation. But, indeed, I have accepted
your friendship and I do accept the proffered charge, but have a simple
question, if I may?"

Xenon nodded his head once and listened, as Dak continued.

"What's the pay?"

Xenon could not help but laugh quietly at Dak's preposterousness and evil
humor. He replied:

"You get to live, Dak my friend. And when that is through, be it long or
short, you get to die. And when that is over, soon thereafter... you get to
live again... after a fashion. It is much the same deal that the uncaring
gods provide and I am pleased to offer it for a short time only.... heh heh
heh... a _bargain_ as it were. Now take this bloody sword and get to work."
Xenon smiled, a smile that could only touch the lips of a happy Adept
Necromancer/Demoner and held out the White Karilanthian Blades once more.

Dak took the Blades with a smile and a shake of his head, feeling the humor
coming from Xenon, belying the mock darkness of the words. He looked to the
sky for a moment and said to Luck and Love above, "Why is it that the Wages
of Good are never as satisfying or profitable as the Wages of Sin?" He
grinned at Xenon again and buckled on the sword and dag, feeling them a part
of him now, especially after having drank his blood. He turned on his heel
and headed off to find Aya and Ruvan, warmth in his heart, that he had not
felt in a very long time.

His attention was immediatly captured as Raven and Solarin came bursting
into camp and he sidled closer to hear....
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Xenon watched Dak go, the Maelstrom much diminished in his mind and heart,
the bond between them brightening yet further. In his deepest heart rang
the words of his mind, beneath every shield he and Kang had saying :You get
my friendship and my love my bright brother, and all that that entails...for
whatever it is worth:. Xenon strode to the edge of camp barely noticing
Raven and Solarin's approach.

::Xenon my own:: Kang's mind voice melded into Xenon's mind, ::i am so proud
of you my own and you are happy i see it but i must tell you that the one
raven goes to fight savar alone and the one solarin is sick at heart because
of it and the one nerethei comes and engages the one erelan soon::

Xenon stood for a moment, a statue for all his movement, and processes the
information Kang was showing him. Dimly he heard Sand address him about
making decisions for the camp with Solarin and Fallen Angel, but he did not
answer. He had no intentions of making any plans with either of them at
this time, and the Maelstrom began to build again. Nerethei came, and that
was greater danger than any in this camp but the troll and the soul feeder
could offer. He stood ordering his thoughts, an adamant armoured figure in
the midst of the camp, looking at all that occurred, and determining
probable outcomes. He watched the woman Raven ride like an idiot to her
death on a sheet of silver elf magic. He knew she had almost no chance of
defeating Savar alone in any case, and none in the Citadel. Her hubris over
someone under her protection would see her death, and likely Solarin's as
well. He was not afraid to tell her so, and in a moment of compassion for
the stupid elf, he sent his mind tendrils into her swift riding mind sending
only.

:: Raven, if you go at this time, alone, you are a fool. You have offered
protection and it has been broken by Savar. Your anger is just. Yet if you
go to face Savar alone in the Citadel you will die and no black blade will
save you. If your word and the protection you offered means aught to you,
you will calculate the best way to achieve your goal first and then enlist
the forces necessary to achieve your goal. Only a calm mind can do so. You
have not the power to defeat Savar in the Citadel now and likely not at any
time alone until those of greater power may place you in position to use thy
indomitable will and superior artistry with thy dark blade to remove his
dark stain from this world. I have more right to his death than you and
have lost more. But I see he needs to die. I, for one, will not raise him
again. Further, if you go, you nearly assure the death of Solarin as well.
I assume you were taught to think and then act by the teachers and
mercenaries you consorted with in the past. Though I have little love for
Solarin or any Elf of Karilanth, I do abhor the waste of a good fighter, as
well as the loss of honour you will bring yourself if you throw yourself at
the walls of the Citadel in anger, righteous or otherwise. I will help to
place you at Savar's neck if I can, and allow you the pleasure of his death,
as long as it is sure, and release to you my better claim...if you return
and assist. If you do not, I will likely find your corpse though not the
black blade as Savar treasures such. When I do, I will raise it as a zombie
and see that it has, in the end, at least some use against the evil my uncle
has wrought. Oh... and you might wish to know... Nerethei comes to call on
us. Good day.

Just then, Solarin's voice broke Xenon's silence and spoke a single word...

>"Nerethei!"

Xenon wanted to kill his old enemy and see his black blood course from him
as much as the next. Yet the blood he saw, through Kang's farseeing was the
little dragon Erelan's for the most part. He left the camp, striding
without word, look or comment into the woods, through the cleft in the
protecting stones, and wondered if the common enemy would cause those in the
camp to become unified, or scatter like rabbits. He sent Dak a warning of
the Dragon, and that he, Xenon would go to aid the little dragon Erelan and
that Dak should gather Lady Aya and the babe Ruvan and the black horse and
prepare to flee or ride with the others. Then Xenon walked alone into the
deepening gloom of the Kaladh.

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As the battle raged overhead, Xenon began a small spell, weaving time and
seeing, and finding into the pattern of it. It was not the easiest magic
for him, but he was an Adept in any case, and the magic went well. Kang
showed him that the battle went not well for the smaller blue dragon, and he
sent out the magic which would guide him to the nearest point at which he
might assist her if she lived, or where she fell if she did not. Much could
be done in the first few moments after death, as he well knew, and he
intended to succor the dragon, annoying though she might be, and a small
part of him gained respect for her as her desperate fight continued. He
followed the small energy of the spell through the Kaladh.


He saw the brave little dragon fall, and Nerethei winging off to lick his
wounds. A dark spot of blood fell on a leaf nearby as the black dragon
passed overhead, and Xenon, amazed at his good fortune, stopped but long
enough to place it in a warded bottle drawn from his sash, intended just for
the purposes of gathering blood and holding it fresh... and ready to use
against the owner. He smiled a dark smile of satisfaction and, placing the
bottle into his sash, carefully sealed, he continued on.

Soon, he came to a place where the stupid young elf boy sped before the
injured dragon off in the direction of camp. Then came Erelan, moving like
one already dead, and nearly so. Xenon, spoke, his tones soothing, gentling
the draconic consciousness into the dark slumber of sleep that so sought to
overtake her.

"Erelan, it is Xenon. You saw me heal Dak in the woods." He continued to
weave his tendrils of sleep gently around the dragon. She was far too
injured and gone into herself to resist. As she approached, he slowly
walked beside her out of reach of her wings or claws though the first were
bound to her sides, and the second could do little but put one paw before
the other. She crashed to the ground as he watched, and he sent words into
her mind as she swept into the blackness.

::Fear not, Erelan. I will heal you and give you aid. What evil one dark
mage has wrought, another will set to the good. And you will soon fly
strong again and with greater purpose... and then, and not long, you will
see the black blood froth from the neck of that insane evil black for the
last time as he falls to his demise. So, dragon Erelan, Fight with all you
have to return to see it::

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As the little dragon, though not so small at that except in comparison to
her own kind, collapsed to the ground and entered the dark, Xenon strode
quickly forward and finished bringing her into the healing sleep where she
would neither flail around or feel any pain. He knew that this effort would
take him a great deal of strength, but to heal a dragon was both of greater
difficulty and greater ease.

As he removed the foulness of the painkiller she was under, he felt her
relax and her breathing deepen a bit. He knew she would not last so and so
he first used some of his strongest healing magic upon her in general to
make her condition such that she would no further slip into the dark and
fall from sleep into oblivion. He saw her wounds heal somewhat as he felt
the energy flood from him and he carefully wove it into the strengthening of
her spirit's connection to her draconic flesh, and to the subtle knitting of
her deepest wounds. As he finished the first spell, he felt her become more
strong, and he knew that she fought within to help him. She was a battler,
though a scholar and her will to survive was very strong.

Next, from his pouch, he took many of his best and lesser potions of healing
and set them to the side. He then drew upon knowledge he had not used in
ages and the sweet scent of apples entered his mind as he used the knowledge
the Treemother had taught him so long ago to cause the trees above and
around to grasp the broken wings with their limbs and hold them in place so
he could administer the healing fluids in a manner to allow their correct
healing. He felt almost no energy leave him as this delicate maneuver was
accomplished, as though some goodness left in the deepest earth and soul of
the Kaladh still fought to aid the majestic Dragon suffering in its shade.

Xenon administered the draughts to the wings first, and then sealed them
quickly with more magic of healing from himself. Again he smiled with a
dark humor as he felt the healing, so akin and sister to his darker arts
flow with such ease. They healed well and were soon strong, almost as if
uninjured. They were a dragon's pride and symbol of their might. Erelan
might survive any other trauma once awake, if she knew her wings were
healed.

Xenon then began to dose the visible wounds upon her top parts quickly and
set them magically to bind and knit. He knew there were wounds beneath as
well, and so he soon moved to begin the next phase of this healing. He
thought he perhaps heard others in the woods about, but he knew Kang was
watching and would warn him of any danger. He raised his arms, the unneeded
gesture serving to assist him due to the sheer magnitude of the next
undertaking and applied all his concentration to it.

The branches holding Erelan's wings safe were joined by others and roots as
well, snaking beneath her body and then, carefully, gently, lifting her
massive form from the ground and turning her to her side. The forest giants
groaned with strain and their woody joints creaked as they sought to hold
aloft a creature not meant to be so except under the power of her own
majestic wings. He carefully, and without straining them, moved the
branches holding her wings to keep them strait out behind her, gentled in a
weaving of branches. Then, setting the trees to hold, and hoping that they
would, Xenon moved forward to address the wounds to Erelan's underside.

He, again, quickly administered the rest of his potions to her wounds, worst
first, somewhat awed, even he, by the damage caused by Nerethei's claws.
She should have been dead but for will and draconic endurance for damage he
was sure. He moved about her, then, using the magic to knit her wounds
further, aiding the potions to complete their work, and assisting with the
final knitting of scale and hide that would leave her armoured and whole
again. He knew he must look like a monkey in a tree or some such moving
about her, but he had no time to consider it much. Her wounds, now clean,
closed and far along in healing, he began to work on other aspects of the
damage done to her.

A blacks claws, especially a filthy insane monster like Nerethei, would soon
set to infection, and so Xenon expended more energy to remove such from
Erelan's system in its entirety. Had he more time, it would have been much
less strain to clean each wound and then finish it, but he knew time could
be a little found and hard to buy item when it willed. Soon the infection
was gone, and he knew she could now fly, fight and function with some pain.
But he also knew, now, a trace of where she had been. The painkiller in her
system had been made by a Mage, now dead, named Luine Tor. Savar kept much
of it on hand, and the tiniest drop could keep a live man fighting like a
zombie for hours. He guessed that her hatred and fear of mages came from an
association with that one, and he had heard that Tor was killed by a dragon.
So he gave her four final potions, pouring them into her mouth past the huge
sharp teeth, used blood fire to destroy any last vestiges of blood about
which were no longer within her and then carefully caused the trees to set
her downon her belly again, her wings folded to her sides.

Several large branches gave their all in that last effort but she settled to
the earth safely. Xenon entered her mind, using Kang's power for strength,
and hoping that, perhaps, Lady Aya and her diety, might do a better job of
this later. Deep in he moved, through ancient buried horror and self
loathing and anger and despair. Well he knew these things, as he had seen
them in many a soul before as well as in the souls of some things so foul
few if any others could survive their thoughts. Yet it was his skill and
power to do so, so he moved further into the morass within her and began to
bring order to the chaos there, keeping her now wakeful consciousness down
in the depths of rest, at least for the time.

He had little time, so he but began the process of ordering for her, giving
her a core of her own recent bravery and her caring for others to coalesce
around, and he was sure that cold clear purpose would bring her up from
there. He knew his healing had taken a quarter of an hour and that this
would be taking near half as much. He allowed Kang's innate goodness to
seep through him, and straining it for its alienness, he felt it call to the
core of good deep in Erelan. He felt her begin to respond, and her near
wishing for her own death began to evaporate under Kang's, and he supposed
his, concern. He knew he could keep her under no longer, and so he began to
recede from her mind, leaving no orders or bindings to betray her as the
last mage to enter here had. He felt the demon scars, and removed them
with ease, something he would soon do for Darro he supposed. Her ability to
be influenced by such would be very small now he knew. His uncle would
undoubtedly despise him for discarding so useful a tool as a controlled
dragon... but he no longer cared greatly for that evil one's disdain. He,
Xenon, would decide the truth and value of things for himself, and no debt
existed from him to Savar... or any other being.... except perhaps Dak.

As Xenon returned to the outside world, finding that Kang had covered him
entirely, he swiftly jumped back and away from the awakening dragon. He
moved quickly out of reach of her weapons and awesome strength, and hoped,
surprised at how much less the healing had cost him than he had supposed,
that he would not have to use the remaining strength he had to undo the work
he had just done.

And then, the sleeping dragon awoke.....

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