"In the light of the moon,
On a desert home,
One heart beats strong
"In the light of the stars,
In a sandy place,
One heart still beats
"In the light of the dawn,
On this empty land,
One heart hopelessly beats
"In the light of the day,
In this desolot world,
One heart lie's still.
My eyes open, the poem still burning in my mind and an involtry tear rolling down my face.
"Tristeller, are you there?" I call into the night's darkness. The soft rumble of his voice signals his presants and i can just make out is white form.
"There is some thing calling for our help" Tristeller opens his wings and beckons me to clime on.
"Tristeller, your strength is fadeing and your age is growing, besides i need someone to watch over HemOtarn while i am gone - dont worry I will not be gone long, or alone"
With my dragon reluctantly behind me i head to my Vulpus - Bracken and Emral. I explained to them that their keen senses would help me find the caller and they glady came along.
Once we reached the cristel gate room i saw where i had to go - a cristel dull and cold lays slightly crooked to one side of the room "when cristel dulls and time hangs still, We chained to this world and bent to its will" I quote the passage from the Dracona - the Holy book of the Derraka dragons "This world is almost dead, and our time grows short I say as we pass through the cristel "The stars are already fadeing."
I look around at the land before me. Sand - an endless desert and not a life in sight, not even a breath of wind.
Bracken Howls to signal he has found some thing, I then follow them, trusting in their senses, and praying that we are not too late "In the light of the day,
In this desolot world,
One heart lie's still. the poem reminds me that we have till sun up, but the brightening sky reminds me of how short that time is.
As I followed my Vulpus when I see, what only can be called
a memory flash - I see meny animals liveing here, Then blood, pain, fear.
I shake my head and get back to my senses. Thrum, thrum , the ground pulsed beneath me, Thrum, thrum , Bracken and Emral stop and look from me too the ground, uneasy of the movement. Thrum, thrum . A heart beat - thats what it was, the dieing world must be serviveing on the life of the animal in trubble - iv seen it happen only a few times but it is possable.
The sun is nearly up, and so is our time. Our pace quickens to almost a run but the sand slows me down, Thrum, thrum We are getting nearer but the heart beat is getting fainter. Tears fall on the barron ground and my heart and lungs sear with pain from the effort, but we keep going, keep hopeing.
The Vulpus stop and smell the ground, but there is nothing around? thrum, thrum . I look around a Eventually find what i was looking for, a small hole and inside a chamber containing five
“cocoons", but i know that only the smallist of the five is alive, the others life had been sucked dry by this dieing world. It had probly gone for the strongist first that is why this small one had lasted.
I clime out clutching the cocoon to my chest willing it to live thrum, thrum
Another memory flash hits me -
A female running covering the entrence then leading her hunter away from the den, and to her death.
"She must have been protecting her young" I say quitely to my self, then opon remembering the last flash i realised thet the rest of its kind must not of know it was here and had left to a better place.
In the full light of the dawn we head back, myself sharing my life with the cocoon.
If the cocoon servives it will only be through luck, or maby fate. You decide.
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