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It was pain, inconceivable, unthinkable, pain, of which my hide was branded with.  My wings melted and my blood boiled.  The skin burned off my bones and my muscles and tendons snapped as they dried.  Venus screamed a high pitch death rattle, and I watched her burned alive next to me before the last vestiges of my sight fled me.  My lungs seared as they were exposed and my bones were bleached white.

Agera awoke screaming and thrashing.  Venus moaned loudly close by as she stumbled around the edges of sleep, but she quickly nuzzled into Vienzo's warm belly plates, sighed deeply, and drifted further into her dreams.

Agera gasped for breath as sweat poured down her body.  Her eyes darted around the darkened barracks, over the slowly rising and falling bodies of her fellow dragons, looking for any enemies hiding in the corners.  A smaller, familiar shadow a couple beds over was also up, eyes alert.

"Nightmares, Agera?"

"Fuck me." Agera whispered back, rubbing a paw up and down her muzzle.  It was wet.  She had been crying in her sleep.  Again, "How do you cope, Six?  How do you even get enough sleep to function?"

"A lot of naps.  You alright?" she whispered back.

"I'm fucking tired, and I'm fucking stressed." she whispered.  She got up and walked to the latrine unit now running off an external water tank.  Outside, the rain pummeled the canvas of their tent.  Agera shivered.

"It was just a dream." she said, her voice shaky.

"Sure doesn't sound like it was 'just' a dream." Jiza said quietly.  Agera walked to the entrance and threw open the flap, standing there and listening to the rain fall.

"You want to go for a walk?" she asked, looking back into the tent.

"Fuck yes."

"How's your brother?"

"Freezer if I know.  For all I know he's dead.  But he wasn't a very good brother to begin with.  What about you?  Do you have any siblings?"

Agera snorted, "It's bad enough having one of me around.  You want more of me shouting at you and cussing at everything and bringing doom to everyone?"

Jiza laughed, a crystal clear sound, "Good point.  I might tear my horns off if I had to put up with a second hopelessly grumpy commander."

"Oye!  Watch it six.  Evening." Agera nodded to a guard as they walked past, shielding themselves from the storm with their wings perched over themselves.

"Does it always rain on this planet?" Agera asked.

"Always, to varying degrees.  Three weeks ago we had an absolute monsoon here, and all the tents started to flood." Jiza said as the rain intensified, "That was a fun day."

They continued to walk in companionable silence until Agera absentmindedly looked down an alleyway behind the chow tent.  She was almost startled to see a tail spade slink around the corner.  It belonged to Kiesah.

"Now what would you be doing up late at night, sneaking around?" Agera said out loud, turning slowly down the lane.

"Huh?" Jiza said peering around her flight leader to the next street over.  The golden dragoness turned down the lane and followed her surrogate mother.

"Agera!  What're you doing?!" Agera was definitely stalking Kiesah now.  She dropped her wing to her side and folded it in close to her body so it didn't knock anything over.  Dragons could be amazingly quiet when they wanted to be, despite their size.

Agera spotted Kiesah taking off as she left the northern edge of the camp, her glistening arctic blue scales throwing off motes of what little light there was.

"Where are you going so late at night?" Agera whispered to herself.  She looked back to Jiza, "Hope you know how to run as well as you can fly."

"Agera, I really think we should report this!" Jiza hissed at her.

"Two dragons are noticeable enough as it is.  We don't need a whole battalion trying to shadow her." Agera turned and darted off into the night across the hilly muddy terrain, kicking up bits of dirt.

They ran for the rest of the night, and all next day.  Kiesah quickly left them behind since she was flying.  But Agera had watched her glide silently and easily on those wide majestic wings.  With so little flapping, Agera figured that the Ice Guardian was spearing straight towards her destination.  And so they followed the direction she had gone.

It didn't take long for them to catch up.  And it wasn't like they could miss their destination.  The monolithic citadel rose from the grounds just like the mountains, looking as if its walls pierced the overcast skies.  Agera and Jiza approached with caution.

The palace looked upon closer inspection to be made of living stone.  The light that darted across it shimmied and shivered as if reflected from a deep pool, the spider-webbed veins glowing in the night.  The ramparts atop the foreboding walls were guarded by void draped in the golden fabrics of the Queens royal guard.

"Great.  Do you think Avila is here?" Agera scanned the walls as Jiza and she lay in the mud, keeping their heads low.  The walls were guarded, but the numbers were sparse.

"No.  This must be just a contingent.  Perhaps she will be doing an inspection soon." Agera said quietly.  The two of them slithered closer in the darkness, the rain masking their approach.

"Agera." Jiza pointed with a wing to the spot where the wall joined a mountain.  At the base was a portcullis with water flowing through it, a fresh water supply, "With my element and enough strength, we can get through that."

They cautiously neared the area.  Few guards were here.  They all thought no one could approach them here because of the mountains flanking the castle.  A flash of lightning lit the sky, and the pair froze.  When the landscape had dimmed, they continued their infiltration.

When they had finally reached the opening, Jiza quietly sprayed ice over the cast iron bars sunk into the rocks.  Agera waited for a flash of lightning, and when the thunder came a second later, she struck the bar with a single hard blow, using her element to accelerate her tail.  The grate fell with a clang, and Jiza and Agera froze, ready to flee had any sentinel heard the clamor.  None showed tail nor talon.

The portal had only one guard fortunately, and they managed to slip to the far side of the wall, where Agera froze.

Ten thousand voids, of all types, waited in utter silence, either sleeping or sharpening claw or spade.  They were organized into their battalions laying in perfect formation, and clad in full battle armor.

The pair dared not move.  If they left their shadowed hiding spot, they would most certainly be spotted.  They waited for what seemed to Agera to be at least two hours before some silent signal had them rise to their feet.  There was a commanding shout, and as one, the void threw up their wings in salute.  They waited another twenty minutes, when suddenly, the rain stopped and the front gate opened, and silhouetted by the blue gas giant was Avila and her shadow dragon consort.

The time dragoness looked far different than when she and Agera had fought.  She walked with a detonate limp, because of her amputated leg.  Half her jaw was exposed because of the lack of skin.  Her rib cage was gaunt where new skin had been grafted on and her wing was covered in a stitched canvas covering, allowing her to fly.  She had no scales on her right side.  Her right eye could barely open.

Each of them had taken their toll on the other, that was for sure.

"Ronaaaaaan!" Agera jumped at Avila's incredibly loud voice, "Step forwards!"

"Someone's in trouble." Jiza said in a whisper.  Agera gave her a look that said "shut up".  Ronan strided forwards confidently.  Avila was easily triple his size.  Somewhere deep down, Agera admired his courage to approach that banshee.

"I hear you've taken a captive." Avila said quieter this time as they met in the middle of the void presentation.  Ronan turned to walk next to her, slowing down to match her limp.

"I apologize for the violation of your laws, ma'am.  Lord Lucien has a personal connection with this female, and he would not listen to my objections." Ronan replied.

"He is as foolish as he is stubborn." she hissed, "This does not surprise me of him."

"With respect, your Majesty, this female IS special.  She has many ties, and even holds a guardianship." Avila stopped and looked at the smaller male sideways, out of her good eye.

"Which guardianship?"

"Ignus et Glacias." Ronan said smiling, "Lord Lucien is far more cunning than he lets on, ma'am."

"At last, the Arctic Storm.  We've been after her and her mate for years.  Since Moscow.  They are major political figures and leaders in this war.  How was she captured?"

"She walked in of her own volition." Ronan said, shrugging.

"This I must see." as Avila turned her back, Agera nodded to Jiza and beckoned with a claw.  Using Agera's element, they snuck through the courtyard as everyone’s back was turned, and in through a door.  They found themselves in a storeroom.

"Why would Kiesah just SURRENDER?!" Jiza said loudly.

"Six, shut the fuck up!" Agera hissed.  Jiza clamped her mouth shut, "We're still in enemy territory, so keep it down.  Whatever's happening, it's beyond your scope.  So we're going to need an exit strategy.  You go and find something, and for FUCKS SAKE, stay quiet.  If either of us is detected, then the game is up."

"Where are you going?" Jiza asked at the door.

"To find Kiesah, solve this massive clusterfuck, and get her the hell out of here." Agera cracked the heavy wooden door slightly, peeking out the crack.  She only saw a torch lit corridor beyond.  The both crept out and Agera grabbed Jiza's tail.

"You've got two hours.  If you're not back at this spot by then, I'll assume the worst." Jiza nodded at her solemnly, "And -"

Agera looked the other direction, then back at Jiza, "Be careful, Jiza."

Jiza stood gaping at her, but soon, Agera was gone, having slipped off into the shadows.

It wasn't long before Agera realized she was in a labyrinth.  The corridors were long branching and cumbersome and they ALL looked exactly the same.  Same grey stone, same torches, same cold.  But that didn't mean Agera wasn't impressed.  The structure was built out of the mountain with exquisite detail.  The walls may have been smooth and spartan, but they were flawless as well, with no ruts or divots, and met the floor at a perfect ninety degrees.  There was no dust or dirt anywhere.

She checked multiple rooms as she went.  Most were empty.  One was another storeroom like the one she and Jiza had hidden in.  One was set up like a kitchen.  The last had several sleeping void, to which she closed the door very, very quietly.

Finally, she came to the main hall, with walls so high they disappeared into shadow.  A long low polished table made of an odd looking stone was laid out with ornate dishes of animals she didn't recognize.  Several void, all of whom were draped in purple fabric were there.  At the end sat Avila, on a raised cushioned dais.  Her consort stood behind her.  On her left hand side was an odd looking dragon.  He was by far and away the largest dragon Agera had ever seen, and would have towered over Pyrrus had he been there.  He also looked to be the strongest dragon Agera had ever seen, corded muscles rippling as he took a deep whooshing breath.  Despite this though, he seemed to be made of pure crystalline onyx.  His skin was as a starry night, inking black with beautiful sparkles all over.  Agera had seen handsome dragons, but she had never seen quite so beautiful a dragon as this one.

And then Agera spotted Kiesah next to him.  This time she was bound, although not tightly.  Her wings were wrapped and pinned to her sides, but aside from that she was free to do as she pleased.  The bindings didn't look uncomfortable; they just limited her ability to fly.

On her right was Ronan, who looked to be enjoying the void actors at the end of the table, who were playing out a comedy.  He was the only one enjoying it though.  The black giant looked to be trying to usher Kiesah closer to him, with the female resisting.  And Avila looked downright bored.  At least the half of her Agera could read looked bored.  After another fifteen minutes she stood.

"Enough!  This play-writing is dull.  It makes my scales drop.  Lord Julian!  I assume you have entertainment as well?" Ronan went to speak, but the giant cut him off.

"If course your majesty.  I anticipated your disappointment and set up my own show, although this one is far more real and enjoyable." Julian said.  Kiesah took the opportunity of his distraction and edged away.  Agera didn't think the black dragon looked dangerous, but she trusted Kiesah's judgment.  Whoever this male was, he was someone to be feared.  The drake motioned with a wing, and eight male void proceeded through a door on the left side of the room while the actors, cowed, absconded to the right.  In the center of the new ensemble was a ninth dragon, a tiny female who literally had wet wings.  She had only sprouted them in the last forty-eight hours.  She had a strange coloring, with the traditional void grey, but with multi-color stripes down her sides and wings.

As soon as she entered the hall, cat calls and jeers started.  At first, Agera thought the void surrounding her were a guard for her wellbeing, but after watching how likely they were walking around her, they were more likely there to prevent escape.

"With all due respect your majesty, I do not approve of this at all.  It is vile and vulgar and repulsive to me and I detest it.  I would much prefer we banish these people, instead of humiliate them." Ronan said quietly.

"Hush Ronan.  She'll make a fine example.  Besides, everyone loves a hybrid tragedy." Avila said quietly.

A hybrid?  What dragon would mate with a void?  Agera wondered to herself.  She had an excellent view of the room from the darkened second floor balcony.  The female was dressed up with a mask and body paint, and she reminded Agera of the butterflies back from earth.  She was far better decorated than even some dragons at formal parties.

The hybrids guard left, and a new male entered from the opposite side of the room, also a hybrid.  He also had a mask and body paint, and was also young, though not so much as the female.  What came next was something Agera was not prepared for.

It was a play, a tragedy, a tale of a young void, conscripted, gone to war, and the female that chased after him.

The problem was the acts were incredibly vivid.  In the first act, where the young male took part in his first battle, four void died, and the male was wounded down his side.  In the third act, when the female finally caught up to him, running through a war zone and going behind enemy lines, they had sex, in full view of the dinner table.

To say that Agera didn't enjoy the entire show from beginning to end would be a lie.  Words didn't do it justice.  The fact of not acting but doing made the play all the more enjoyable, lifelike, and emotional, all the way to the final act, where, amid the war torn battlefield, the male and the female, both about to die to nuclear armaments, fell upon their opposites tail spade, sharpened to a razor point.

There was applause and cheering and jeering.  Agera didn't know whether to be impressed or repulsed.  She decided on the later.

Fortunately, she didn't have to see any more.

"I hope you enjoyed that your highness.  Now if you'll excuse me, I and my mate shall retire." Avila gave him a half nod, and the massive dragon stood and ushered Kiesah out of the main hall via the largest door.  Agera followed silently, listening to them speak.

"I'm not your mate, Julian.  That time has flown." Kiesah said coldly.  The giant smiled at her.

"Oh come on Kisa, I know somewhere in that cold exterior you still find me appealing." he rumbled.

"I didn't say I didn't find you appealing.  What I said is I don't love you.  That's your problem, you can't tell the difference." she said growling, "I'm tired.  I'm going to bed."

"You don't want to slip into my chambers for an hour or so?" Julian said, gesturing to the end of the hallway at an over large doorway.  Kiesah growled and took a step backwards.

"Julian, the only reason I'm here, the only reason I haven't slit your throat yet is because you have an assassin at our camp and you threatened Enzo.  So don't think that if you intend to rape me, that I'll go quietly." she took another step back and Agera thought she might be planning to run.  Julian's smile widened.

"I thought you might say that..." that was all Kiesah needed, and she turned and bolted, running as fast as her legs could carry her.  Instead of chasing after her, Julian sank into the floor, the rock enveloping him, and Agera suddenly realized this was HIS complex.  He had carved it right out of rock, and he was PART of it.  The massive dragon sprang from the floor in front of the diminutive female as if springing out of water.  The stone flowed smoothly and reformed into a solid flat surface beneath him.  Kiesah skidded to a stop but couldn't react fast enough.  Her legs slid out from beneath her as she collided with the ancient, and he pinned her on her back.  She went to protect herself from him with her tail, but he pinned that as well.  His dragon hood was already emerging from its sheath.  It was likely as long as Agera was.

"Julian, please don't do this." Kiesah said quietly.  Agera had seen enough.  If Kiesah was begging, then it was time to act.  She kept to the shadows she was hiding in as she crept closer, and then leaped silently towards the ancient male.

So focused was she on her quarry that she failed to notice the silver blur that was rushing down a side passage.  She collided with the larger mass at high speed in a bone jarring impact, and grappled with the foe, trying to gain the upper hand.  There was a roar, a massive snarl, and then Agera was atop the interloper.

It was Ronan.

"Fucking hell!  Ronan, you have the worst possible timing!" Kiesah groaned, rolling Julian's body off of her.  She dislodged her tail spade from his chest with a squelch, and then looked down on him with disgust and disdain on her face.

"Good fucking riddance." she said quietly, whipping her blade clean on his skin.  Agera still had her claws at Ronan's throat.

"I have bad timing?!  You got in my jump!  Are you gonna kill me or not?!" Ronan growled up at her.  Behind his curled lips and bared fangs though, she could see he was terrified.  She had a sudden vivid image of crouching in a hat shop, hiding from a hundred thousand enemies, tired, beaten, and broken.

"No, I'm not.  But I am taking you with Me." she said quietly.

"So I can be tortured into betraying my kind?" he growled at her.

"No, so you can be asked to help mine." Agera growled back, "Now, MOVE.  Or I really will slay you."

She nipped at his tail and he snarled, leaping forwards.

"Is that really necessary?!" he barked at her.

"No, but I enjoy it." Agera said grinning.

Ronan traveled between Kiesah and Agera.  Twice while making their way down the dark halls they were nearly discovered.  All throughout, Ronan kept his mouth shut, which surprised Agera.  She could not understand why he was cooperating so well.  He even once warned them of impending doom.

Finally, an armored quartet of void walked by, and Ronan gave off a low growl.  Agera clamped her claws around his jaw, but it was far too late.

Surprisingly, the alarm was not immediately raised.

"Lord Ronan!  It is my honor, sir!" and the male gave a bow, as did the other three, their gray armor plates gleaming in the torchlight, "Who be your escorts?"

"They are Lady Kiesah and Lady Agera, formally of earth, now of no-place." Ronan growled back.  Agera had never been called a lady before.  She sort of understood how Kiesah felt now.  She didn't see herself as very lady-like.  They bowed again though anyways.  Agera was baffled.  She had never been treated this way by void before.

"They are my troops." Ronan said to Agera's confused face, "And loyal only to me.  I only take true warriors from my villages, and I actually pay them, unlike Lord Julian.  My men are the finest warriors in the dark lands, equipped with armor, and trained to perfection." Agera was forced to agree.  She had never seen armored void before, nor void that look so presentable.  Their armor was spotless as was their scale.  When they moved they were silent, and yet Agera could tell these were some of the strongest troops she had ever encountered.

"Sir.  An alarm has been raised.  Lord Julian was found dead just outside his quarters.  We have orders to bring Lady Kiesah to the main hall." the soldier said.  Agera took a half step forwards, trying to bar the way.

"Peace, m'lady." Ronan said, placing a paw on her wing shoulder, "The anger is not necessary.  Soldier, you are to report you never found us.  Return to the main hall and tell all you see that this way is clear.  After the alarm has been lifted, alert as many troops of mine as possible to prepare for a fast march to the badlands.  You will lead them.  You are to deliver a notice to queen Avila that one of our scouts found a small group of one hundred defectors to the south.  Take the contingent, fly south for half a day, then proceed to the badlands."

"Understood, sir, and congratulations on your bonding." he said, half turning.

"Thanks, but I'm still trying to figure out if my bonding is a good thing or not." Ronan said with a wry smile.

The trio arrived at the storehouse with only a few minutes to spare.  Ronan peeked outside into the snow first.

"Damn.  Agera, you need to see this." he said quietly. Agera peered around his wing and swept her vision through the cracked door.  A large assembly of void was there, including Avila, and several Shadow dragons.

"Lord Julian's personal guard." Ronan whispered.  And then Agera spotted Jiza at the center of the vast ring.

"Fuck!" Agera whispered loudly.  She went to step forwards, but Ronan stopped her, "Get out of my way, void."

"No." Ronan said evenly, a hard look in his eye.  Agera grabbed him around the neck, but Kiesah cracked her tail across her snout.

"Don't be a petulant child, Agera.  You can't save Jiza, both you and she would be dead before you got to her.  She knew what she was getting into." Kiesah said.

"She was following orders!  My orders!" Agera retorted.

"She filed for the transfer herself." Kiesah said.  Agera growled and paced back and forth.  She stopped several times at the door then went back to pacing.  Finally, they heard Avila speak.

"AGERA!" her voice was loud.  Louder than it should have been, "I know you're here!  Show yourself, or this lovely young thing will have her blood on your hands!"

Agera hopped from foot to foot, watching the event, "Fuck.  Damnit!"

"Let's see if we can't draw her out captain.  Have your way." Jiza started breathing even harder.  Her bindings had already chaffed through her scale, and the cloth tied around her muzzle was red from the abuse.  The captain, all together too much enjoying the show, nodded.  Agera forced herself to watch as they took turns mounting her.

Suddenly, the ground shook violently.  Clouds of smoke and fire plumed from within the fortress as the explosion caused a further collapse.  Agera could almost see Jiza grin a sadistic smile from beneath one of the larger males.  The shockwave tore him right off her.

"Way to go Girl!" Agera said under her breath.

"Captain!  That blast came from the lower storehouses!  Get down there!  We may still be able to catch these assassins." Avila said.  She turned to Jiza, who appeared to be quivering from the repeated violations, but even still, she stood, letting blood and snow run off her, and proudly puffed her chest out in front of Avila.

Avila stretched out a paw, and twisted.  Jiza instantly grew, larger and larger.  In twenty seconds she was larger than Kiesah.  In forty she was larger than Avila.  By the time a minute had passed by she would have rivaled Julian in size.  After three minutes had passed, she fell to the ground, shaking violently, and then lay still, eyes closed.  Avila continued to age her and her scales fell out, her skin rotted off and her flesh decomposed, leaving only the bones.  Eventually, even they turned to dust.

And so passed Jiza Ra, Omega 6.

The trio waited there a long time, until everyone was out of the courtyard.  They crept out and along the far cliff edge until they reached the wall.  Agera however stopped and turned towards where Jiza had been slain.  Several glistening white scales, and Jiza's medical pouch, lay in the snow. She darted out and scooped up as many scales as she could carry in one paw, and grabbed Jiza's pouch, flinging it around her neck, and ran back to the other two.  They slipped silently out of the camp, and flew south.
Between Two Worlds, Ch 14: The Nightmare
So this chapter was re-written something like ten million times.  That and my new job, thats why it's been so long for me to upload this.  The book is really getting somewhere, isnt it?  I'm rocketing through these chapters.

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The next thing Agera knew was pain.  Inconceivable, unthinkable, unbelievable pain.  Her muscles shivered uncontrollably, and her consciousness withdrew into a protective shell, trying to stave off the torture and insanity all at once.  Foam gathered around her mouth, and her scales dropped from her body.  Screaming could be heard through the darkness all around, moaning, people crying out for friends or loved ones.  Several draken were working on her rapidly, shouting for tools.  Agera spotted Kiesah, who also looked to be suffering her own trauma, burnt and vomiting.

It wasn't long after that she blacked out.

The next time she awoke, she was in a haze of confusion, the pain was still present.  Her muscles jerked and spasmed uncontrollably in reaction to her torture, and she screamed at an unearthly pitch in protest.  Her mind wasn't working properly, the pain blocked out all else.

It happened again some time later...

And again while a bright light was present overhead...

The cycle continued for time unknown until, finally, blissfully, she awoke, and the pain was gone.  Venus was there, sleeping next to her on the floor, which was a good thing.  The lights were dim.  Agera was hooked up to a multitude of support machinery.  She was wired to a heart-rate monitor, various diodes attached to her body measuring her blood-flow at different points.  An IV carried nutritious fluids to her, while a makeshift bedpan caught waste leaving her.  A mask, modified for dragons, pumped clean air into her single working lung.  She took a deep breath, and her mind blissfully cleared.  Her head, wing, and entire side were bandaged.  Dropped scales, a dull golden-yellow color were in a bucket.

She couldn't move at all.  Only her eyes roamed around the long, low tent.  Screaming was everywhere.

And so this was what hell was truly like.  Agera had been in hospitals before, had seen injured dragons, but she had never truly been one.  She felt weak and broken, as if she had been beaten to within' an inch of her life.  And she was scared.  Unbelievably scared.

She also had to piss badly.  The IV was constantly pumping her full of fluids.  Nutritious, yes, but it chilled her, and made her need to void her bowels something awful.  She hated doing it, it was so embarrassing to be humbled this way, but she had no other choice than to void herself into the bucket below her bed.

The sound of her vacating herself woke Venus, who spotted Agera's eyes open and watching.

"Agera!" she turned to the room, "Jiza!  She's awake!"

Jiza was suddenly at her side and checking vitals and the status of fluids and machines.

"Agera, can you hear me?  Blink if you hear my voice." Agera gave a slow deliberate blink, signaling her affirmation.

"You suffered third degree radiation burns to seventy percent of your body.  Also, with the amount of electro-magnetic radiation you were exposed to, you're going through high levels of radiation sickness. Your scales are falling out, and many of your vital organs have shut down as your heart focuses on keeping you going.  Be grateful it's still strong.  Right now I am unsure if you're going to make it." Jiza turned to face her, "Normally, I lie to patients and tell them they're going to be OK, but I know you wouldn't want me to bullshit to you.  You've got a tough mentality, and I know you don't give up, but some things just can't be overcome with force of will.  I'd suggest you make peace with the Ancient."

Agera's eye rolled to Venus, wide with fear.  At last she had found an enemy she was powerless to resist.  She couldn't fight this, she could only wait and hope.  Venus kneeled down next to her, and placed a paw on the side of her face, rubbing gently.  It hurt, but Agera wanted it to stay.  She much preferred if someone was with her as she died.

"You did more than I ever thought you could, Geri." Venus said quietly, tears rolling down her cheeks, "You overcame yourself, fought Avila, and saved over ten thousand lives, including those of both Kiesah and Pyrrus, and mine and my mate's.  If you can do that, then I know you can do this."

And the image of her home, of her friends and family popped into her head, glorious flights over the rolling waves, raves on the boardwalk, and sharing a pint with her best friends, and she remembered why she was alive, why she wanted to fight.  Even the image of her biological parents kept her going, something that she rarely thought about.

And she realized she still had work to do.

Agera stayed conscious for the next five days, knowing that if she succumbed to her exhaustion, she would never wake again.  She would like to have said that she couldn't remember any of that week, but it was impossible to escape those terrifying memories.  They would haunt her dreams for the rest of her life, and she knew it.  All she knew was to keep her eyes open, and keep her mind working.

All throughout the week, Venus stayed with her.  Soldiers, both draconic and human came by to thank her and encourage her.  And every time they did, she added them to her mental image, till she had an army of faces all cheering her on.  Janus and Vienzo joined her best friend halfway through the week.  Later, the rest of Omega, including those who had been brought into the fold in Berlin, visited her bedside, sharing stories with her.

"Agera?" it was Jiza.  She had been temporarily drafted back into the medical corps, something she seemed grateful for.  It helped keep her mind off the hell they had just been through.

"Ma'am, my respect to you.  You are one tough bitch. Kiesah gave you a ten percent chance of survival when you got here.  I gave you even worse.  But unbelievably, your kidneys turned back on two hours ago.  Your colon is struggling still, and your left lung is out of commission for now as well.  But your muscles are starting to come back online, which is a very positive sign.  I'm confident in saying I think you're going to make it.  Keep on recovering like this, and I daresay you'll fly again."

"Ugh this stuff is disgusting." Agera complained as Venus passed her the MRE.

"Oh stop complaining.  It's not like you have to run double patrol shifts." Venus growled, rolling her eyes. Agera chuckled at her.

"So what's it like running your own squadron?" she asked, bemused at her friend’s situation.

"A damn nightmare.  Forget the complaining, nobody wants to follow my orders." Jiza passed by behind Venus.

"Hey, Jiza!  Any news on when I can start eating some meat again?" Agera asked jokingly.

"Not for a while.  Don't pester me." she said, distracted.

"Hey, Jiza.  Any idea on when Agera can come back and lead her squadron again?" Venus asked.

"Not for a while!  Now I'm busy, so stop pestering me!" she said, looking up now at them from two beds over.

"Hey Jiza, when can we -" Jiza brought a paw up and cast several shots of ice over Janus's mouth, sealing it shut.  Venus and Agera laughed out loud as he tried desperately to get the foreign object dislodged.

"Ow, it hurts to laugh!" Agera cried, clutching her side as she chuckled.

"It be healthy for you though, daughter-friend." Agera looked over to the entrance to the medical tent to find a very cramped looking Pyrrus.

"Uncle!" Agera shouted in joy, "Good to see you well and healthy!  Hopefully your artillery made it?  How's Kiesah?"

Pyrrus gave a grimace, "As ornery as ever.  It's a good thing I love her so much, for she be a thorn in my side.  Why did you request an audience, daughter-friend?"

"Venus, can you and the others give us some privacy?" Agera asked quietly.  Venus motioned to the others with a wing, and they filed out of the small tent.  Agera turned back to the Guardian, "I want to know more about my parents."

Pyrrus considered her for a long moment, "That be a vast topic, daughter.  Why do you wish to know it now of all times?"

"I want to know what they were like.  I nearly died, Uncle.  I want to know that what I'm doing is what I SHOULD be doing." she replied quietly.

"You were never concerned before now.  I can assure you, Agera, that while battle is not noble, killing is not noble, and pain is not noble, protecting the innocent is." he growled uneasily.

"You need not worry about me leaving, Pyrrus.  I joined of my own free will.  I'll see this through to the end.  But I think I deserve the right to know what my parents would have wanted for me." she said, suddenly smiling.  It threw Pyrrus off guard.  Agera rarely smiled.  He returned the smile himself.

"Changed you have, Agera.  Perhaps a new appreciation for life is what you have gained?" he said, nodding.

"You could say that." Agera whispered to herself, brushing a few fins behind her horn.  Pyrrus lay down in front of her, settling into a more comfortable position.

"Your father, Spire, was far older than I, when he died.  But he didn't look it.  He was a golden dragon, as both your parents were.  His scales gleamed with a brilliant white-gold, his horns as polished ivory.  His body was perfection, something almost all dragons strive for.  He was small for an ancient, smaller than even Kiesah.  But it's said that because of their elements, golden dragons age differently than others.  Unlike me, who is only seven hundred years old, your father was around three thousand years old when I met him.

As good of a warrior as your father was, he was an even better politician.  He was the reason I got my guardianship.  He had always opposed wars and violence.  He was one of the few who thought humans our equals, something that proved to be true.  He knew a good honest soul when he saw one.  He was dedicated and hard working to a fault.  And he was a stickler for rules.  Even if he didn't agree with a law or a rule, he would still follow it until it was revoked."

Pyrrus paused here, "And he was an excellent friend. Loyal until death.

Your mother, Cindi, loved nature.  She could work wonders terraforming a location.  The terraforming of Ganymede was her idea, and you see what a paradise that turned out to be.  She loved to laugh and to make others laugh, and this made her one of the best practical jokers ever.  She was outgoing and fun loving.  And you should have seen her fly!  She was such a dancer in the sky.  She could curve her back in a half circle as easy as you or I could spread our wings.  Her wings would always glisten with beauty whenever she..."

Pyrrus seemed to stop himself here, realizing where he was going with his thread of speech, "Forgive me daughter.  Just a young drakes fantasies."

Agera grinned at him, "You sly old dog.  Did you have a relationship with her?"

Pyrrus grinned sheepishly, "I did, long before I met Kiesah.  I was a bit of a renegade a couple hundred years ago, and several females loved that.  We broke it off before anything happened.  She was far more important than I was, and was constantly making flights around the world.  We both knew our relationship wouldn't work."

"So do I have any half siblings I don't know about then?" Agera asked teasingly.  Pyrrus snorted in surprise, small jets of flame flying from his nostrils.


"Relax, Uncle, I jest." she said in Drashish.  He smiled at her.

"Agera, we just might make a dragon of you yet." he said, ruffling her fins playfully as she growled at him.

"Oh damn, Agera." Janus said quietly as the female pulled the gauze off from around her head.

"Oh it's not that bad doofus, stop scaring her." Venus said with a fake smile.

"I want a mirror." Agera said quietly.  She pulled the bandaging from around her paw and flexed the scarred, shriveled appendage.  Venus handed her a small hand mirror from one of the humans.

"Shit, I look like a ghoul." Agera said.  The skin on one side of her head was vacant of mature scale; little pebbles pocked her hide where new armor was growing in.  Her face sagged sideways.  Fortunately everything seemed to be functioning just fine.  Jiza stood to the side, shaking her head.

"Two weeks.  I never thought anyone would recover from third degree radiation burns like that Agera.  By all accounts you should be dead.  Your recovery is nothing short of amazing."

"Glad I'm such a fucking miracle.  Can I get back to work, Jiza?" Agera said, rubbing her rough skin.

"Don't over extend yourself, Agera.  Take it easy for the first week." Jiza said quietly, "But yes, you are cleared for duty."

"FINALLY!  Two, with me, I need to see our barracks.  Three, see about armor from the quartermaster.  Four, keep your mouth fucking shut.  Six, upon relief of your medical duties, you are to report back to Omega ASAP.  Let's get to work, Omega!  We've been out of business for too long."

Agera swept aside the flap to one of the seven tents set aside for medical purposes, and was presented with a site few others had seen before.  Despite the amount of creatures she had saved, their camp was small.  Squadrons were sharing tents, taking eight hour shifts.  Three squadrons were bunked in each tent, and two were always there, with one squad sleeping, and the other relaxing or out doing various activities.  Omega was currently sharing their barracks with Delta and Beta squadrons, their tent set in a block with the twenty-four others.  Nine hundred dragons were living in just those twenty-five tents.

Beyond those were a single mess tent, the armory tent and a command tent.  After that was nothing but open dirty landscape as far as the eye could see.  Agera had been outside a couple times before, and had been nearly dumbfounded by the planet they found themselves on.

Well, technically they were on a close orbiting moon, as the massive blue gas giant that filled a third of the sky attested to.  Several other moons orbited in a tight path, accompanying their super-massive neighbor through the cosmos.  The land was a mess pockmarked with gaping crevices and sharp spires.  Crystals laced the area casting a red glow over everything.  It constantly rained, causing glowing lichen to grow on every surface facing towards the gas giant.

There was no sun.  The planet they orbited was drifting through space, the surface using the bioluminescence of the crystals and lichen to provide livable light, and the highly active, yet stabile, volcanic core to provide heat.

The last problem was the massive void presence.  The scientists that had escaped what was now being called the scourge were estimating a population of around fifteen billion.  Command was almost sure that this was the home of the void.

The Dark Lands.

There were legends about this place, both human and drakian in origin.  The humans thought this land was Hell, quite literally.  A place with boiling lakes of fire and pain.  Typically human in drama.  The drakian legends were far darker.  This land was supposed to be a place of curses and foul creatures.  A place belonging to cannibalistic bloodthirsty savages.  A place where there existed creatures bent on ripping you in half from snout to tail spade as slowly as they could.  Where your spine would be turned into a chew bone.

As far as Agera could tell though, the dark lands were mired in legend and myth.  It just seemed a slightly gloomy planet to her.  She kind of liked it.

So far the army they had in location had not spotted any enemies.  It seemed the moon they were on was actually larger than the earth.  Venus stepped up next to her friend on the slight rise they were on, overlooking their camp lit with fires throughout the night.

"Everyone is waiting for you back in the barracks." she said quietly.  The two walked through the camp.  Electricity wasn't available, so they used campfires augmented with red glow in the dark labels to see.  Presently the pair arrived at Omega's barracks.  Agera swept aside the flap as she entered, her hearing assaulted by all the sounds of a restless squadron attempting to rest.

Everyone stopped in their tracks as they saw Agera enter.  The remainder of Theta and Epsilon squad was there as well.  Theta Six stood up, approached her and bowed low, wings sweeping wide in humility.  Dragons very rarely bowed to any other, because of pride and exposing the back of your neck, so when they did, it truly meant something.  It meant they trusted you more than any other.

"Your warriors are ready for battle, ma'am, what are your orders?" the wind dragoness asked in drashish.  Agera glanced nervously at Guin who watched warily from behind.  Agera stood up taller, striding forwards, and placed a paw on the young females shoulder.

"Rise and face me, Italia." the dragonelle stood, "Why did you bow?"

"You saved our lives without any thought to your own." she said simply, ruffling her wings.

"Before the siege, I saw you, Delta battalion as my family.  I never wanted to lose any of you.

I did what I would do for my family.  I'd do anything.  It was once said my squadron, and my battalion, would follow me into the pits of hell.  It's more than just that. I'd dive into the pits of hell with a roar on my lips for any one of you.

As you were, Omega.  We're not out of this yet.  Get some rest.  I'm going to the GM tomorrow to see if I can get an assignment."

"You look like hell Krigsman." the GM said casually as Agera stood before him.

"Thank-you, sir." she said quietly.

"I assume you're here for a reason?  Make it quick."

"Sir, Omega squadron is requesting orders, sir.  We've had nothing to do since we got here, and our wings are itching for some action." she said, glancing at him.  He sighed quietly.

"Under normal circumstances, you wouldn't even be in the military anymore Agera.  Unfortunately, we have to take some extreme measures." he said, rubbing his temples, "Your request is authorized, against my better judgment.  I have a scouting mission for you and two hand picked Omega members.  A three day run out and back, to the far north.  We have small teams like this going out all over the place, something like sixteen missions.  You'll be leaving at the same time as them, 0230 two days from now, when that gas giant is presumed to set.  Be ready to fly by unknown stars.  If you encounter void, you WILL NOT ENGAGE.  This is a scouting run and you are not healthy enough for open combat.  Fly as far as you can and watch as much as possible for the first thirty-six hours, then return.  Understood?"

"Yes, sir!"

"Before you leave, you need to see Pyrrus about your armor.  Also Kiesah has requested your presence."

"Why?" Agera asked, cocking her head sideways.

"She wouldn't say.  She's been very reclusive and quiet lately.  Very odd behavior for her.  I know she was as injured as you were at the scourge, but she recovered quicker, something that is baffling us.  Let me know if it's anything serious..."

Janus was the one to knock on the tent pole the next morning, "Hey Kiesah, do you want to build a sno -"

Agera punched him, "You asshole.  Kiesah, it's us, can we come in?"

Agera almost didn't hear the response, it was so quiet.  Kiesah growled an affirmative.  The tent had barely any light, just a single lantern next to the entrance, but it was stiflingly hot, it took ones breath away how hot it was.

"Kiesah?" there was movement in the corner.  Agera could just barely see the Frost Guardian's outline in the gloom.


"Do not approach me.  My mind is not normal right now, and I may attack." Agera was truly baffled by this.

"Kiesah, it's just us four." Agera said, "What's the matter with you?  You can trust us."

"It matters not.  I trust only one other dragon right now, and for one reason only." there was another knock on the entrance.

"It's just me love, no need to attack on sight like last time." Pyrrus hunched himself into the tent.  He spotted them and saw his eyes flash dangerously.

"Is it custom now for strangers to just barge in without invite?" he growled.

"Uncle!" Agera said sternly, "What's gotten into you two?!"

"Peace, Pyrrus.  I invited them." Kiesah said quietly, "Please keep your voices down."

It was so unlike Kiesah to be this quiet and gentle.  Agera was wondering what had happened to her.

"Mother, what's wrong?  What's happened?" Venus asked, stepping forwards cautiously and laying down. Kiesah looked over at Pyrrus who shrugged.

"She deserves to know.  They all do now.  It's pretty evident that he'll live." Pyrrus reached up and turned up the lantern slightly, enough to see detail, and Agera gasped.  So did Venus.  There lying against Kiesah's belly was a tiny deep dark blood red hatchling, still fresh from the egg.  Shell fragments lay clustered around them, and bits of membrane still wetted his skin.  He was sleeping soundly.

"By the Ancient!" Vienzo said quietly, "How?"

Pyrrus grinned like a fool as he lay down behind his mate, licking her cheek with affection, "Take your guess.  A miracle perhaps?  He only just hatched something like twelve hours ago.  Kiesah laid his egg three months ago, but we said nothing.  No need to get everyone’s hopes up when it might never hatch."

"How did he survive the scourge?" Janus asked quietly.

"The shell.  A dragon’s egg isn't hard, but it is hardy.  It could easily have survived much worse radiation.  I still can't believe we could have an egg." Kiesah said quietly, laying her head down next to her son.

"What's his name?" Venus asked in a whisper, head between her paws.

"Nero, after Pyrrus' grandfather."

“I can’t believe it.  Why tell us now?” Vienzo said as they walked a fair distance behind Pyrrus, following the massive dragon in his wake as he parted the crowd.  They needed their armor after repairs, and Pyrrus was head forge master now with the death of Fiam.

“I suspect that they’re worried now that the egg has hatched, about their own deaths.  That last one was a close one.” Agera said quietly.

“And yet we all made it.  Maybe we are invincible.” Janus said.  Agera grabbed his horn sharply.

“Get that thought out of your head, four.  If you had taken a hard enough hit, you would be dead.  Your scales melted off.  You start thinking that, you die.” She growled, “The problem I have is who they are going to name caretaker in case of their deaths?”

“And how was Kiesah even able to conceive in the first place?  I thought she was barren.” Vienzo said rubbing the back of his head.

“She was.  An – incident – in her youth rendered her sterile.  I suspect with all those ‘Last nights’ a lot of something-something was happening, and, well, you through enough shit at a wall and some will eventually stick.  Are you alright Venus, you’re being awfully quiet.” Agera said.

“I’m fine.  I’m ok.” She said, startled.

“You don’t look fine, dear.” Vienzo said quietly.  She rubbed up against her mate, purring, but her scales were still a bit pale.

“I’m just suddenly worried.  I suddenly find myself a big sister with a little brother, and I’m in a war zone…”

They were quiet as they thought on that.  All the way through their provisioning for the scouting mission the next day, nobody said anything, not even Pyrrus.  As they walked back out into the sunlight wearing their armor, Agera turned to them.

“Our family is growing.” She said quietly.  Nobody tried correcting her; they all learned long ago that family was more than just those who shared the same blood as you, “We need to end this war.  For their sakes.”
Between Two Worlds, Ch 13: The Dark Lands
Terribly sorry about that readers, I had about two months of sudden work.  Only just now found some time to post this, and dont get me started on the limited time I have to write.

Kiesah had a kid!  Thats gonna be one messed up hatchling.
So today was the first day of a new E3.  We got a lot of stuff.  Bethesda already announced a new fallout, but there are other smaler things too.  They announced a new Elder Scrolls game that isnt the one we want, a collectable trading card game (BOOOOOOOOOOO!)  They also announced a Dishonored 2 (W00T!).  We also got news of a new Mass Effect from EA, which is AWESOME.…

And the MAKO is back!

Were also getting KH III, which at least one person I know is spazzing out.  New tomb raider, new a bunch of things...

But thats not what we were waiting for.  We were all waiting for this:

Yeah, I know...

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The square around the Brandenburg gate was silent.

"Agera Krigsman, at last." Avila's voice was sharp and commanding, like a honed sword.  She was definitely the biggest dragon Agera had ever seen, perhaps as big and half again as Pyrrus, some thirty feet above the ground, she was almost as big as the heavies.  But unlike the heavies, she carried herself with fluid grace, not lumbering weight.  Her many horns were elegantly curved back, and she had a double set of spikes running from her collarbone all the way to the tip of her tail.  She wore a full set of combat armor, a custom set that gleamed white.

"I've heard so much about you, dear Agera.  Your friend told me as much as she could find out about you." Avila said haughtily, looking down her nose at the young dragons.

"Damnit." Agera said under her breath...

Aurora stepped forwards and crossed the empty space between them.  Agera stepped on her tail as she passed by.

"You really, really don't have to do this, Aurora." Agera said quietly.  Aurora looked as if she might cry.  She was a really good spy if she could hold those emotions in.

"No, trust me Agera, I do.  I wish I didn't have to, but I do." she crossed the remainder of the space, and turned around to face them, sadness in her eyes, "Where's my brother, Avila?"

The dark dragoness smiled at her minion, "All in good time, Aurora." she turned to Omega squad.

"Dear Agera, did you really think you were fighting me?  You never were truly playing this game." Avila said as Agera leaned from one foot to another, trying to decide whether to attack or retreat, "I know everything about you, all your friends, and everyone else.  I know what you will do, and what you won't do."

Venus gave Agera a knowing look, and she nodded back at her, "Well, I think if you know everything about me, I think it's only fair if everyone else does too."

The leader stepped forwards and approached the middle of the no man’s land between them.

"Uh, Agera?  We should go." Janus said quietly.  Venus stood on his foot.

"You should listen to your friend, Agera.  I would hate to think what would happen if you tried to face me." Avila said, sharper this time.

"Enough.  It's time I stopped hiding, time I faced my heritage and my past and my training." all eyes were on her as Agera's skin began to glow white hot.  It seemed like fire was consuming her.  Her scales were shedding color rapidly, and something that looked like paper flew off, burning into the night.  Sparks flew, and when she stopped glowing, she stood gleaming in a bright, white-gold, her horns and fins turned to ivory and parchment.  The light around her seemed to warp with power, and her eyes glowed a pure bleached white.

"Um, Agera, changing your color won't help you any." Janus said quietly over the radio.  Venus clipped him over the head.

"She didn't change color, retard!" Venus hissed at him, "Agera just shed her color changing tattoo!  Those are her natural colors.  She's a time dragon."

"How long have you known?" Vienzo asked quietly.

"Ever since Siberia.  Kiesah decided I should go with Agera and Kali on an unauthorized mission to see what was outside of Berlin's walls.  Agera lost control of her element in a raid on a void base and killed everyone except for those in her immediate vicinity.  Five thousand souls vanished in a time lock, and she swore never to use her powers again."

"So what do you call this?" Guin asked.  Venus shook her head.

"Using her powers again." Avila stared down her opponent with malice.  She motioned with a paw, and her guard spread out to the sides.  Omega prowled around the street, trying to find better approaches.  The tanks adjusted aim...

"Get them." Avila said quietly.

The response was instantaneous.  The group moved as a giant wave, using the heavies as battering rams. The tanks got one shot off, and all missed their targets.  Two got their barrels bent in the first move.  One had the turret pulled off, and the other, this seventy ton armored vehicle was flipped by the second heavy.  Three of Omega took to the sky, whilst the others stood their ground.  The newlymated stood back to back, making swipes at any that got close to the others beloved.  Venus and Vienzo backed into a corner with Janus and Jiza, and they held off even more attacks, led by Aurora, and the Shadow-knight.  Ronan went to dive into the fray, but was blocked by the whirlwind that was Agera and Avila.  Time and space warped around them as they moved.  Ronan watched as the females moved far faster than any hominid could react, darting meters around the area and taking to the sky then the ground then the sky again all in a few short seconds.

Avila was by far the faster of the two, and it was all Agera could do to hold her off.  Two slashes with claws and one with tail got through her guard and injured her.  Once across the chest, one at the eye, and another ripped open her wing membrane.

She found however that she was far better in the sky. Avila had issues focusing her power while flying, and Agera had the edge in speed.  Unfortunately, it's harder to land a good hit in the air, and all Agera did was make a lot of wind as she missed.

Suddenly, a third set of wings dived out of the blur of colors around them.  Grand Lord Liam Quickclaw racked a set of claws across Avila's back and flanks, and she roared in pain, slowing for an inkling of a second.  When she sped back up, she whirled on the smaller male and decapitated him in one deft motion, far faster than any move before.

They landed back at regular time speeds.  Agera panted hard, and one of her legs collapsed beneath her.  She wasn't used to using her powers so much.  Avila seemed unaffected by her injuries.  She ran a paw over the cuts, and came away with a minimum of blood.  Deciding the wound was not life threatening, she turned back to Agera, who was struggling to rise despite her fatigue.

"It's taxing, isn't it young one?" she said, circling.  Agera collapsed again, but struggled despite her pain and the clouds fogging her mind.  Avila raised her paw, claws extended, to try and strike a mortal blow, when an explosion ripped through the ground four feet from the large dragoness.  A group of humans not far away held a laser target designator focused on Avila, and at that moment, a fighter-bomber passed overhead, engines roaring.  Avila rose roaring with pain.  Half her face and side was seared away.  Her teeth and gum lines were exposed, and her rib cage was cauterized.  Her wing was nothing but a limp skeleton.  Her left front foreleg was cut off at the elbow joint, leaving her three pawed.  And yet still she lived.  The Shadow-knight rushed to her side and lifted her gently.  A portal formed suddenly in the gate as her honor guard closed in around them.  Several more tanks had appeared and were putting fire down range as the heavies placed their bodies between them and Avila.  They died specifically to protect her, and the assaults held off anyone who stuck their head over the bodies.

Agera spotted Avila between the mass of limbs and fallen soldiers.  Despite the noise, Agera heard her speak.

"This is a day of tears for all." she said painfully.  She raised a paw, her good paw, to the sky, and muttered something, and then was swallowed up by her own portal.

As soon as it closed, the remaining Voidwings committed suicide as enemies closed in all around them.  Agera looked around for Ronan, but he was nowhere to be found.  Soldiers rushed to Agera, and helped lift her to her feet.  Two stayed on either side to keep her upright.  The sun was just rising on the horizon to the west.

"Is that it?" Venus asked, suddenly at her side, "They're all gone?  We won?"

Janus ran up, whipping sweat from his muzzle, "It's freakin' hot right now."

"It is over!  We won!" one of the soldiers shouted running off and shouting.  Cheering rose up from the main reinforcements.  As the sun continued to rise, people started to gather.

"Something's wrong." Agera said quietly, "Avila wouldn't give up this easily.  She would have had a backup plan."

Steam rose from the wet pavement, as suddenly, the GM stepped forwards from the crowd.  He stepped into the sunlight, and shielded his face, as he looked west.  He turned to them, meaning for a quick speech.

"Oh shit!" Agera said suddenly, very loudly, "Oh shit, she didn't."

"I thought it was getting dark a few hours ago." Vienzo said, "I guess I wasn't keeping track of time.  Good to see the sun rise on a new day."

"IN THE WEST?!?!" the GM had just opened his mouth to say a speech when Agera shouted out across the crowd.  The sun was suddenly very large in the horizon.

"What did she do?" Venus asked.  Humans were suddenly adjusting clothing to cover themselves, despite the heat.  Agera's scales started to itch as the skin beneath them burned on contact with the solar rays.  The sun continued to grow on the horizon.  Creatures were finding shelter as the heat cooked the earth.

"She made the sun HOTTER?!?!" Venus shouted over the rising clamor, "How can she do that?"

"She's a time dragon.  Focus your powers on the right object and you can do anything!  She must have sped the aging of the sun up by millions of years!  It's going to engulf earth eventually if it keeps going." Agera shouted.

"Well can't you stop it?!?!" Vienzo shouted back.  People were running around screaming now.  Agera bit down on Venus's tail, and her friend screamed out in pain, but Agera would rather die than be separated from her friends right now.  Venus watched Agera desperately as the time dragoness concentrated.

Agera fought viciously as the power from Avila progressed.  But as she fought, she realized exactly how powerful the darkness within her foe actually was.  Avila was a force of nature, not just another dragon.  She could not be stopped.  Agera may as well have tried to stop a tank main gun round with her paw.  At long last, as steam was rising up from the lakes, she smacked her paw down and a new much larger portal formed in the square.  Everyone stopped and looked up at it.

"Get everything and everyone into it as fast as possible." Agera said over the quiet open radio channel to as many radios as there were in her range, "Personnel, stay off the main roads, let the vehicles through.  Don't trample your fellow soldiers.  Those of you who cannot make it, I pray for your souls and that you die well.  I will hold the portal open as long as I can."

No one knew exactly how long the portal would be open, or who was opening it.  They had no idea where it went.  All they knew was it was likely better than the hellish place earth was about to become.  Fighters flew through overhead, while tanks traveled en-mass.  Jiza was casting an ice cover to try and ward off the heat for people.  Several other ice dragons were helping.  Kiesah suddenly appeared and added her formidable power to the mix.  But the Ice was melting faster than they were casting it.  Agera was exhausted.  Her vision drifted in and out.  But she was determined to keep this portal open so long as she had life in her body.

The Russia and America veered towards the portal, then stopped and suddenly flared engines, gaining speed as they rocketed out of the atmosphere and towards the colonies around Jupiter and Saturn.  Several smaller ships also entered atmosphere, something they were never designed to do.  The lighter ships worked well, and were able to keep pace with their descent.  Anything cruiser sized or larger ran away from the pilots and crashed into the countryside, sending shocks of wind through the cities buildings.

Refugees started slowing once the lakes started bubbling.  Humans collapsed on the ground, foaming at the mouth, and their hair caught fire.  Dragons screamed as their wings disintegrated and the blood boiled in their veins, the scales on their bodies melting off.  The ground quaked as the techtonic plates of earths crust destabilized.  The sun was taking up a quarter of the sky.  Clouds dissipated, and the Ionosphere was blasted away as solar flares hit the planet, scattering the familiar blue canvas of the sky.  Buildings crumbled as the quakes intensified, and all around was horrible screaming as the humans and dragons alike were melted and burnt alive by insane levels of radiation.  At this point, Kiesah, who hadn’t left Agera's side, grabbed her and moved towards the portal, holding a melting ice shield above her and Agera.  They reached the passageway, and Agera saw nothing but blackness.

She didn't know whether she was alive or dead...
So today was the first day of a new E3.  We got a lot of stuff.  Bethesda already announced a new fallout, but there are other smaler things too.  They announced a new Elder Scrolls game that isnt the one we want, a collectable trading card game (BOOOOOOOOOOO!)  They also announced a Dishonored 2 (W00T!).  We also got news of a new Mass Effect from EA, which is AWESOME.…

And the MAKO is back!

Were also getting KH III, which at least one person I know is spazzing out.  New tomb raider, new a bunch of things...

But thats not what we were waiting for.  We were all waiting for this:

Yeah, I know...

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Searching for the epilogue to your fanfiction LOS birth of a hero: the chosen. Came across it a few years back but didn't get round to finish reading it. You happen to have it still somewhere by chance? can't find it in your gallery and on fanfiction :(
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