The Akir’Ischa Chronicles

Chronicle Pt. V

On a restless night, where storms raged fiercely among the peaks, it was the lightning that stirred her from slumber. Assured of her beloved hatchlings’ safety, she ventured out into the tempest. Standing at the cliff, the scene before her was nothing short of breathtaking. Dark clouds swirled amidst the moons’ pale glows, with forks of lightning illuminating the rugged mountainsides, casting sharp contours and deep shadows.
Taking in a deep breath, she closed her eyes, embracing the wild gusts of wind that caressed her wings. She stepped off the cliff’s edge, a move she had executed countless times before, allowing the storm to carry her aloft. Amidst the tumult of clouds, she danced, the lightning revealing her form against the backdrop of the brooding sky. Each movement was a graceful testament to her mastery of flight, her being seamlessly melding with the elemental force surrounding her.
 
Overlooking her domain, the peace after the storm had her in the same state.
She felt calm, but more alive than she had in a long time.
Her peace was rudely disturbed by her instinct.
The valley had gone too quiet.
 
She jumped from the rock face, breaking off a piece.
The loud scattering of rocks became her war drums.
She flew into the bright darkness…
And I awakened.
 
“There is a darkness in my mind,
a shape unknown for humankind.
And I try to explain,
but it is all in vain.
 
As I accept the darkness,
it changes into light.
Like a flame reawakened,
as a beacon in the night.
 
It attracts those who need it,
an empty soul lit.
Her strength amplified,
rising her above all with might.
 
One day she is here,
it is my life that I then fear.
But she gives it back,
putting me and everyone else on track.
 
She guides with knowledge,
her wisdom like a starry night.
The actions she does, justified,
yet she has to fight.
 
As dark as her scales,
a shadow is on her tail.
From the day of passing on,
it should have been gone.
 
Chained in an unwilling way,
cries of despair enrage her flame.
Aware of the task to do,
she points at the Gods to blame.”
 
She flew in a bright darkness, her eyes searching for the sanctuary she calls home. Once spotted she hastily set in the landing. The ground was her home, but the air felt heavy with foreboding. She smelled blood. Her thoughts raced, trying to recognize the scents that got obscured. It was silent and her fear grew larger. She rushed into her lair, only to be met with a sigh that shattered her soul.
The lifeless and mutilated bodies of her precious hatchlings, the last tangible connection with her Love, laid before her. Her roar was filled with tears and pierced through earth and sky. Trembling she approached her beloved offspring, now ripped away from her. Their scales shimmered with blood and soon her snout did as well as she tried to coax life back into them.
Long she stood there, consumed by grief, until a sound from outside broke her vigil stance. Whirling towards the entrance, she growled, a primal symphony of mourning and rage directed at the intruder who dared to defile her Home.
Before her stood a male – an outsider – his muzzle stained with blood. Her blood…
 
That male… his eyes didn’t show any regret, only hunger as he returned to devour what remained.
She refused to swallow his blood; he was unworthy.
The sound of his agony was sweet music to her ears as she tore his wings, his eyes wide with terror as she snapped his neck between her jaws.
She asserted her dominance and let the world know: He never stood a chance.

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