"WHEN THE HEART BURNS BRIGHTEST"
Saints In The Night Part III
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PREVIOUSLY, Xanatos brought in linguist Wren Summers to oversee the orientation and education of Clan Caledon (formerly Clan Wvyern) into the 21st Century. Goliath assigned one of his personal lieutenants, Demetrius, as Wren's personal attache'. Through trial and erroar they learned about themselves and one another. Friendship evolved.
They visited the clan's blacksmith on the night of the Harvest Moon. An unusal weapon called the Annulus of Avalon fascinated Wren. The wondrous device possessed the ability of opening dimensional gateways. When Wren translated an incantation aloud, a gateway opened and drew her into it. Demetrius quickly grabbed her avoiding their separation.
The duo landed in a dimension quite different from theirs. In the land of Ainran, an evil warlock long besieged it with eternal darkness. Several clerics long predicted the coming of the Sojourner (Wren) and the Champion (Demetrius) to aid the Dragon Goddess (Skylaris) in cleansing the land of the Warlock and his accursed darkness.
Betrayed by one thought trustworthy, Wren and Demetrius, along with Kirn the Minotaur, race against time to meet with Sklyaris at her Sacred Altar.
Here we Go!
"WHEN THE HEART BURNS BRIGHTEST"
SAINTS IN THE NIGHT: PART III
The trio of the Minotaur, the Gargoyle and the Mutant made a thoroughly fascinating group as they left the great dining hall. Kirn discreetly toled several other Minotaur clerics to quicly gather wineskins, dry food rations and bedrolls for them. He led the group to the center courtyard at the hear of the temple fortress.
Three splendid creatures awaited their riders in the castle courtyard. Three magnficant creatures having talon, tail, claw and wing stood waiting with saddles and reins. One was the color of malachite with iridescent scales of dark, vibrant green. Wren's fatigued body trembled in their monstrous presence; whether from rapture of reverence she cared little.
"I'm not so hot with heights, Demetrius. I can't do this. I'm sorry." She took several steps backward and stumbled into him. She felt like a frightened child. "Go without me and I'll wait here."
"Little One, I have yet to drop any of my charges while in flight." The dragoness attempted soothing Wren with her calm, motherly voice. "You won't know you're flying until we've landed. I'll treat you with the greatest of care."
"No thanks!" Wren fought to keep the frightened sobs at bay. "I can't do this. This is just too much! Please, Demetrius! Don't make me ride her."
"Wren, do not fear." Demetrius instinctively wrapped her in his protective embrace. He longed to calm Wren's frightened heart. He closed his eyes and let his newfound 'Heartmagick' know her panic. He only knew that she was frightened of riding any creature. The 'whys' mattered little. The flood of images in her mind, the demi-creatures, the mythical beasts, the ambiance and the Magick all lent to her current panic attack. Her thoughts fractured and fell randomly about her.
"Wren," A tapered black talon gently lifted her chin to meet his amethyst gaze. "You told me this nightthat you never doubted me. You said that I am a Gargoyle of my word. Milady Wren, if you but put your heart in me thus, I shall ride with you. I will protect you with wing and claw, tail and talon. I shall keep you secure with strength and body, I promise you."
"Promise?" She asked trying to find the courage she so desparately needed.
"I will only relent when the castle crumbles to dust." He vowed. "Where you go, I go."
"Boy Scout." She scoffed lightly through her fear. She looked away. "I am such a coward."
'Nay, Milady." Demetrius gently compelled her to return his concerned gaze. He drew her chin so that their eyes met. "Courages sumrounts fear. Cowardice surrenders to it. Timid hearts find courage. Weak hearts run from it. Ride with me?"
His resounding baritone carried the gentleness of a summer breeze. His voice led her from her terrified reverie of the night's events. Wren looked at Demetrius and dared to further question him. "You won't let me fall?"
"Wren, you shall be as safe with me as though we were gliding."
'Ive never gone gliding with you." She retorted.
"Have faith in me, Wren. I beseech you." His strong voice barely concealed his plea.
"I always have." She shrugged and swallowed the large lump of fear sticking stubbornly in her throat. "Let's get on with it."
"My Wren; heart of an sparrow and spirit of an eagle." He responded solemnly. He nodded to the dragoness. "We are ready."
"Remember!" Wren sharply reminded him. "You promised."
"Aye, Milady, that I did." He mounted the knealing dragon. "Worry not, my friend."
Demetrius extended an ebon hand to Wren. She scrutinized the malachite dragoness. She returned her gaze to Demetrius who sat patiently waiting. The dragoness nodded in the direction of the saddle. Wren looked agine to the seren waiting eyes of the Gargoyle. With courage that she borrowed from his example, she ascended the green Dragon.
She felt Demetrius' strong and protective arms on both sides of her as he took the reins. She recognized the slithering sensation wrapping around her waist. She smiled. He managed once again to keep his word without premise.
"Let us ride!" Kirn shouted glad that the episode had been resolved. The third dragon follwed the others as they alighted from the high temple fortress into the dark violet and cerise skies of the Ainran night