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Fall, 1307
Another night, sitting by the fire with the dragon. With the flames casting a dull illumination, Logan sat cleaning his awlpike, while Meratezatgh idly played with some newly acquired auroch horns.
“You know what is strange?" The hunter made conversation, "It's only been a few weeks, but I don’t even remember why I first came to fight you specifically?”
The dragon snorted. “You ended up in Stanton and they told you about me. That’s how all my stories always come to pass. They also likely told you about my 'massive and valuable hoard'.” The last few words came out laced with mockery.
Logan laughed. “Oh right. They did mention something like that.”
The hunter suddenly snapped his fingers. “Also the Dragoneye. That’s it. A powerful gem with immense magic.”
Mera stopped toying around and fell silent.
Logan gave his friend an odd look. “So, what is the Dragoneye? I’ve heard many different things about it.”
“I guess I didn’t tell you that part of the story.” The dragon replied quietly.
“Nope. It’s worth a kingdom’s fortune though right?”
The dragon sighed. He abruptly got up and moved deeper into the cavern, before turning and beckoning Logan to follow him. Logan was already quite familiar with the dark chambers of Mera's cabin, but the hunter picked up a burning log from the fire before going after the reptile.
A few twists and turns, and suddenly the hunter realized that he was in a cul-du sac of a chamber that he had never been to before. Smooth marble drapery had created a sort of shelf that the dragon picked something up from, staring at it.
"So that-?"
"The Dragoneye."
"Really." In spite of himself, in spite of the obvious importance the dragon had of it, and the consequent danger associated with it, the hunter quickly went over to see. Logan was curious. A gem of a thousand facets, the stories had said. Blue as the deep blue sea, another had said. The gem that controlled the weather in the Piedmont. The gem that brought the Auxian Kings to Nalbin. The gem that destroyed the Other Men armies at Five Forks. A hundred legends, some contradicting others.
The Dragoneye was there in front of him. Merateaztgh held up a medallion, shining in the darkness. A large yellow chatoyant stone hung from the chain, gleaming in Logan’s torchlight. The stone reflected the shape and glow of Meratezatgh’s own eyes in the shadows.
Silence pervaded the room.
“It’s beautiful.” Logan finally uttered.
“It’s a cat’s eye; a common stone. Semiprecious, but not rare.” The dragon replied, adding: “The stories are false.”
“Really.”
“Yes.”
“Why do you have it then?”
“Because it is priceless in my eyes. It would be worthless, if not for the message and the memories that come with it.”
“This involves your time with the your adoptive family.” Logan immediately realized.
"Yes."
"So what's the story?"
***
It was the night before Mera left the Haights forever, as the dragon lay curled up in his large sleeping basket- now barely able to contain the growing reptile- beside the dying embers of the fireplace. The dragon was still nursing his recovering arrow wound, thoughtfully bandaged by servants now that Lady Jane wanted nothing more to do with him. The servants had also buried Talbot and Colle, disposed of the bandit remains, and cleaned up the manor, erasing the incident from all but memory. Still, it was that memory that the Mera had been thinking about this night, dozing off to the thought of whether or not he could have saved his hound companions.
The dragon awoke to the slow steady sound of footsteps. Then a sudden flash of light appeared, leading to the lighting of a candle. And there in the dull glow Lord Jonathan Haight came up from the dark of the night.
“My lord.” Draco scrambled to get up from his basket.
"Please, sit Draco." The old man stated. The dragon did as he was told.
Jonathan sat on the chair by the table. The lord was silent for several minutes, then took out his flask of wine and had a deep swig, before finally speaking.
"Draco, my boy.” The old man chuckled. “I still remember how little you were when I first came across you. Like an angry little lizard you were. Hurt, and scared, and angry then. When I purchased you and brought you away from that market, I never thought that you would have the opportunity to rescue my family as well. For that, I thank you, Draco."
The dragon was stunned into silence as Lord Jonathan took another swig.
"I have to thank you for saving our lives the other day. You are a true part of House Haight, and I am proud to have raised you."
Draco smiled. "Thank you my lord!"
"No, don't thank me. I realize now that though you are a part of this house, and am deserving of everything in this household, I did not actually provide that to you. I never saw what was actually in front of me. I saw you as a pet. I saw you as an amusement. I saw you as a curiosity." Lord Haight stared at the candlelight. "I was wrong."
"I was wrong." The lord continued. "You are an individual of considerable ability, and intellect and more importantly, you have a heart. You are not a hound like Talbot and Colle, raised from birth in this manor, but an intelligent-and deadly-creature from the Wilds. When those bandits came, you could have fled, I expected you to flee, but you fought. You fought for me. You fought for what you thought was right."
"You are my lord!" The young dragon exclaimed.
"That means little."
"You saved my life!"
"That I probably did. But I never asked you to risk it for me. You did that on your own." Lord Haight smiled. "You care. That is the greatest gift. In this world, that is something many humans don't even have."
The old man stood up. "I have come to my conclusion. You have shown me that you are a dragon, with all its power and danger. You have taught me that you are good. It is wrong for me to keep you here. You deserve to be with your own kind.”
"What?"
“You have repaid whatever debt you may have once owed me. You are free. Tomorrow I will ask the servants to pack whatever food supplies you would like. Go wherever the winds take you.”
Draco leaped up from the bed. “Thank you, my lord!”
“No need to call me that anymore.”
“Thank you my lor-Mr. Haight.”
"You're welcome. It may not be as big a boon I grant you as you may think. The world out there is cruel, and vicious, and there may be times that you regret leaving. But it is for the best. Before you leave however, I have something to give you."
The lord fished something out of his pocket, pulled it apart and lowered it over the candle so the little dragon could see. It was a golden medallion, with a large yellow chatoyant stone. The stone reflected Draco's eyes as the dragon stared at it in wonderment.
“What is it?”
“It’s a cat's eye.”
“Is it magical?”
“It has no magic, except its meaning.”
“Is it precious?”
“It is precious to me.” Jonathan placed the necklace over Draco's head. The dragon looked at the gem hanging from his neck, shining in the candlelight.
"This is a sign of my ties to you. Not a payment, not as a token of appreciation, not a symbol of your years in my house, but an emblem of my respect and my friendship. This world that you are joining may be cold, and it may cruel, but this will be your view back here-your little dragon eye to our hearth. When you are alone in the world, remember this and remember you have friends.”
***
“Memories from youth.” Meratezatgh closed his eyes as he clutched the medallion. Logan stared at the dragon and silently backed away as the dragon finished speaking to himself.
“Memories that I treasure greatly.”
Phillip Phillips- Home
Courtesy of
theroguez!
Original: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/35202260/
Another night, sitting by the fire with the dragon. With the flames casting a dull illumination, Logan sat cleaning his awlpike, while Meratezatgh idly played with some newly acquired auroch horns.
“You know what is strange?" The hunter made conversation, "It's only been a few weeks, but I don’t even remember why I first came to fight you specifically?”
The dragon snorted. “You ended up in Stanton and they told you about me. That’s how all my stories always come to pass. They also likely told you about my 'massive and valuable hoard'.” The last few words came out laced with mockery.
Logan laughed. “Oh right. They did mention something like that.”
The hunter suddenly snapped his fingers. “Also the Dragoneye. That’s it. A powerful gem with immense magic.”
Mera stopped toying around and fell silent.
Logan gave his friend an odd look. “So, what is the Dragoneye? I’ve heard many different things about it.”
“I guess I didn’t tell you that part of the story.” The dragon replied quietly.
“Nope. It’s worth a kingdom’s fortune though right?”
The dragon sighed. He abruptly got up and moved deeper into the cavern, before turning and beckoning Logan to follow him. Logan was already quite familiar with the dark chambers of Mera's cabin, but the hunter picked up a burning log from the fire before going after the reptile.
A few twists and turns, and suddenly the hunter realized that he was in a cul-du sac of a chamber that he had never been to before. Smooth marble drapery had created a sort of shelf that the dragon picked something up from, staring at it.
"So that-?"
"The Dragoneye."
"Really." In spite of himself, in spite of the obvious importance the dragon had of it, and the consequent danger associated with it, the hunter quickly went over to see. Logan was curious. A gem of a thousand facets, the stories had said. Blue as the deep blue sea, another had said. The gem that controlled the weather in the Piedmont. The gem that brought the Auxian Kings to Nalbin. The gem that destroyed the Other Men armies at Five Forks. A hundred legends, some contradicting others.
The Dragoneye was there in front of him. Merateaztgh held up a medallion, shining in the darkness. A large yellow chatoyant stone hung from the chain, gleaming in Logan’s torchlight. The stone reflected the shape and glow of Meratezatgh’s own eyes in the shadows.
Silence pervaded the room.
“It’s beautiful.” Logan finally uttered.
“It’s a cat’s eye; a common stone. Semiprecious, but not rare.” The dragon replied, adding: “The stories are false.”
“Really.”
“Yes.”
“Why do you have it then?”
“Because it is priceless in my eyes. It would be worthless, if not for the message and the memories that come with it.”
“This involves your time with the your adoptive family.” Logan immediately realized.
"Yes."
"So what's the story?"
***
It was the night before Mera left the Haights forever, as the dragon lay curled up in his large sleeping basket- now barely able to contain the growing reptile- beside the dying embers of the fireplace. The dragon was still nursing his recovering arrow wound, thoughtfully bandaged by servants now that Lady Jane wanted nothing more to do with him. The servants had also buried Talbot and Colle, disposed of the bandit remains, and cleaned up the manor, erasing the incident from all but memory. Still, it was that memory that the Mera had been thinking about this night, dozing off to the thought of whether or not he could have saved his hound companions.
The dragon awoke to the slow steady sound of footsteps. Then a sudden flash of light appeared, leading to the lighting of a candle. And there in the dull glow Lord Jonathan Haight came up from the dark of the night.
“My lord.” Draco scrambled to get up from his basket.
"Please, sit Draco." The old man stated. The dragon did as he was told.
Jonathan sat on the chair by the table. The lord was silent for several minutes, then took out his flask of wine and had a deep swig, before finally speaking.
"Draco, my boy.” The old man chuckled. “I still remember how little you were when I first came across you. Like an angry little lizard you were. Hurt, and scared, and angry then. When I purchased you and brought you away from that market, I never thought that you would have the opportunity to rescue my family as well. For that, I thank you, Draco."
The dragon was stunned into silence as Lord Jonathan took another swig.
"I have to thank you for saving our lives the other day. You are a true part of House Haight, and I am proud to have raised you."
Draco smiled. "Thank you my lord!"
"No, don't thank me. I realize now that though you are a part of this house, and am deserving of everything in this household, I did not actually provide that to you. I never saw what was actually in front of me. I saw you as a pet. I saw you as an amusement. I saw you as a curiosity." Lord Haight stared at the candlelight. "I was wrong."
"I was wrong." The lord continued. "You are an individual of considerable ability, and intellect and more importantly, you have a heart. You are not a hound like Talbot and Colle, raised from birth in this manor, but an intelligent-and deadly-creature from the Wilds. When those bandits came, you could have fled, I expected you to flee, but you fought. You fought for me. You fought for what you thought was right."
"You are my lord!" The young dragon exclaimed.
"That means little."
"You saved my life!"
"That I probably did. But I never asked you to risk it for me. You did that on your own." Lord Haight smiled. "You care. That is the greatest gift. In this world, that is something many humans don't even have."
The old man stood up. "I have come to my conclusion. You have shown me that you are a dragon, with all its power and danger. You have taught me that you are good. It is wrong for me to keep you here. You deserve to be with your own kind.”
"What?"
“You have repaid whatever debt you may have once owed me. You are free. Tomorrow I will ask the servants to pack whatever food supplies you would like. Go wherever the winds take you.”
Draco leaped up from the bed. “Thank you, my lord!”
“No need to call me that anymore.”
“Thank you my lor-Mr. Haight.”
"You're welcome. It may not be as big a boon I grant you as you may think. The world out there is cruel, and vicious, and there may be times that you regret leaving. But it is for the best. Before you leave however, I have something to give you."
The lord fished something out of his pocket, pulled it apart and lowered it over the candle so the little dragon could see. It was a golden medallion, with a large yellow chatoyant stone. The stone reflected Draco's eyes as the dragon stared at it in wonderment.
“What is it?”
“It’s a cat's eye.”
“Is it magical?”
“It has no magic, except its meaning.”
“Is it precious?”
“It is precious to me.” Jonathan placed the necklace over Draco's head. The dragon looked at the gem hanging from his neck, shining in the candlelight.
"This is a sign of my ties to you. Not a payment, not as a token of appreciation, not a symbol of your years in my house, but an emblem of my respect and my friendship. This world that you are joining may be cold, and it may cruel, but this will be your view back here-your little dragon eye to our hearth. When you are alone in the world, remember this and remember you have friends.”
***
“Memories from youth.” Meratezatgh closed his eyes as he clutched the medallion. Logan stared at the dragon and silently backed away as the dragon finished speaking to himself.
“Memories that I treasure greatly.”
Phillip Phillips- Home
Courtesy of
theroguez!Original: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/35202260/
Category Artwork (Digital) / Fantasy
Species Western Dragon
Size 1260 x 895px
File Size 413 kB
Listed in Folders
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