Chapter 96: Smoke and Mirrors
Despite Windkeep Tower's efforts to locate Kipling's parents, it was as if the young fae had appeared from nowhere. Kipling didn't mind. With no memory of anything before his life in the clan, he could almost forget he wasn't windborn. The dragons of Windkeep Tower had raised him, and there wasn't a dragon or corner of the clan that he did not know, he had made sure of that.
The last day of Trickmurk Circus was in full swing. As the sun sang below the horizon, the clan gathered to celebrate the last night of celebrating the dawn of a new year. All the stops had been pulled out. Brambles grew wildly around the tower, climbing up it's walls and coating the usually bright structure in dark streaks. Mushrooms glowed in the dying light, growing brighter to match the incoming darkness. The outdoor marketplace was alive with bustling dragons, both local and visiting.
Kipling darted through the crowd, unable to decide where to go first. He had already emptied his pockets of most of his shimmering pinecones, and he wanted to save his last ten for something particularly special.
"Hey Kipling! Want to hear a story!" Merry called out to him. Kipling grinned widely as he caught sight of his friend, almost failing to stop in time to avoid flying into a nearby post. The other fae was surrounded by three hatchlings, eyes wide and begging for him to share one of his infamous tales.
"Some other time!" Kipling called back, doing a flip. "I've got to much to see!"
"Alright! You have fun then!" Merry waved, and turned to the hatchlings. Kipling carried on his journey.
As Kipling made his rounds, he was sure to stop by every booth, though while he enjoyed the company and conversation of the vendors, nothing tickled his fancy the way he wanted it to. He had almost given up and decided to spend it on some sweet treats for the hatchlings when something new caught his eye.
In the darkness lay a large figure, almost indistinguishable from the shadows save for a pair of glowing pick eyes. As Kipling crept closer to investivate he realized it was a massive imperial, decorated in a plethora of bones and flowers. As his eyes adjusted to the dark, he began to see a pale skeletal face with dark sockets around the eyes. His breath caught in his chest. Was it an emperor?
"Relax. I mean you no harm." The imperial said, her voice deep as the night that surrounded them.
Kipling let out a breath. Emperors couldn't talk, or at least he didn't think they did. The emperors in Merry's stories talked, but that was for dramatic effect, wasn't it? In his anxiety, he almost forgot his manners. What would Fenn and Elric say?
"What's your name?" He asked.
"Sullene. I've come to tell fortunes." The imperial grinned a toothy smile. "Ten pinecones for a reading. What do you say?"
"You don't look like a fortune teller." Kipling pointed out. "Where's your booth? And why 10 pinecones?"
"I don't normally sell fortunes, but I'm hungry, and there's no food in the caves on the cliffs." Sullene snapped, then her voice grew softer and she hung her head low. "Besides, I know that's what you have."
"I could just get you some food, if your starving." Kipling suggested. "You don't need to be all creepy about it." He paused. "What are you doing in the caves anywhere? Do you live there?"
"Enough of your questions." Sullene growled. "Don't you know what's at stake here?" She sighed. "No, you wouldn't. You're so young. You have not yet seen the cruelties of this world, and you cannot see what I see."
"I'll pay for the fortune." Kipling said quietly. Sullene confused him, but mostly he felt sorry for her. She seemed hungry, lonely and tired, and if he could give her relief, he should do what he could to help. Pulling out the last of his pinecones, he forked them over.
"Thank you. I can tell you have a kind heart and a brave soul. That is why I have chosen you for this message." Sullene said, getting to her feet and drawing herself up to her full, towering height. Kipling was unsure if he should move closer.
Sullene looked to the darkened sky at the stars above, a great pain shining in her pink eyes. Kipling did not know what she could see, but it clearly weighted heavily upon her.
"Danger is coming." Sullene whispered. "A danger this clan has never faced before. Nothing will be the same. But you, o chosen prince, you can bring your kingdom salvation."
"How? How can I stop this from happening?" Kipling asked, surprised.
"It will not be you alone, you will need help. Never forget, no dragon is more powerful or important of another. You are only chosen because you of all your clanmates have paid me enough mind to receive my message. But do not think that does not make you worthy of the task."
"Tell me how I help! What do I do?" Kipling begged.
"Alas I cannot tell you that. I cannot see your path, I cannot see your victory beyond the glimmer of hope that surrounds you. But my curse has never allowed me to see the positives, only the doom that is to come." Sullene sighed.
"Please, you must tell me more!" Kipling shouted, but it was too late. Sullene had already turned to go, head low to the ground and tail and wings dragging behind her as she disappeared towards the cliffs.
Aha! I did get it written!
One fun thing about writing Kipling is that because the clan raised him, I have more opportunities for fun cameos and interactions with my dragons that show what their day to day life is like, like the interaction with Merry!