Bogatyr
(#20133123)
night guard, Holly's mate
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Energy: 50/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Fire.
Male Nocturne
This dragon is hibernating.
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
5.11 m
Wingspan
4.72 m
Weight
733.63 kg
Genetics
Orange
Fern
Fern
Soil
Flair
Flair
Royal
Runes
Runes
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Nocturne
EXP: 222 / 245
STR
7
AGI
6
DEF
7
QCK
6
INT
6
VIT
6
MND
7
Lineage
Parents
- none
Offspring
- Chime
- Basil
- Wreath
- Eve
- Merry
- Tybalt
- Kerwyn
- Quinn
- Aureole
- Slitherstrike
- Isabel
- Rousse
- Eleveld
- Hawthorne
- Viperstrike
- Marcel
- Marietta
- Broadwing
- Axel
- Llewellyn
- Flopsy
- Cocoa
- Minty
- Oliver
- Arrow
- Jelanda
- Hammerhead
- Celes
- Pumpkinmuffins
- Pumpkinpie
- JudyHopps
- Nicky
- Yarp
- Whisper
- Cocoa
- Driftwood
- Garnet
- Lucy
- Maddy
- Umber
- Buggs
- Lala
- Simoeis
- Proventus
- Arelle
- Swifty
- Toast
- Toast
- Toast
- Toast
- Glitter
- Glitter
- Glitter
- Acel
- Sadeas
- Smaug
- Germ
- Germ
- Tropica
- Heini
- Tine
- Pride
- Grumblecorn
- Branth
- Honeydew
- Leaf
- Lemon
- Unnamed
- Unnamed
- Unnamed
- Mintwing
- Morning
- Unnamed
- Platinum
- Rune
- Dart
- Layter
- Etude
- Little
- Pretzel
- Astor
- Shbiprekoi
- Spessartite
- Stonefall
- Layes
- Rhianu
- Mocha
- Applecider
- Brittlestar
- Voipina
- Relin
Biography
{Quote is a w.i.p.}
~
Bogatyr, Part 1, Volume I
Discovered.
~
Continued from Marica Part 1
Gentle raindrops pattered down on the head of a dappled Spiral as her large brown eyes gazed across the Sea. Trove leaned on the stone railing as she stood on the balcony, remembering what Lumiere had told her about Dewlap and the others returning today, and also pondering how the Imperial knew. He’d left in such a hurry, giggling with immense insanity, she didn’t have the chance to ask him, making Trove wonder if the big blue dragon had finally lost his mind.
Her sight caught five shapes flying towards her and the castle. Squinting, Trove could also see them carrying something below them. As they drew closer, she could tell it was another dragon, though she didn’t spot Lumiere with them.
Where could he be? She’d seen the Imperial fly in the direction the others had come from, and she assumed he’d gone to bring them back, but Lumiere hadn’t returned with them.
Her thoughts were interrupted when she heard Bogatyr’s gruff shout announcing their arrival. When they landed and pounded on the huge back doors, Trove twisted around to head back inside.
Bogatyr, Part 1, Volume I
Discovered.
~
Continued from Marica Part 1
Gentle raindrops pattered down on the head of a dappled Spiral as her large brown eyes gazed across the Sea. Trove leaned on the stone railing as she stood on the balcony, remembering what Lumiere had told her about Dewlap and the others returning today, and also pondering how the Imperial knew. He’d left in such a hurry, giggling with immense insanity, she didn’t have the chance to ask him, making Trove wonder if the big blue dragon had finally lost his mind.
Her sight caught five shapes flying towards her and the castle. Squinting, Trove could also see them carrying something below them. As they drew closer, she could tell it was another dragon, though she didn’t spot Lumiere with them.
Where could he be? She’d seen the Imperial fly in the direction the others had come from, and she assumed he’d gone to bring them back, but Lumiere hadn’t returned with them.
Her thoughts were interrupted when she heard Bogatyr’s gruff shout announcing their arrival. When they landed and pounded on the huge back doors, Trove twisted around to head back inside.
...
“Excellent work, boys,” Mudflat congratulated them eagerly. “Let me get a better look at this beast.”
The glowing net that had held Pierce was now transformed into ropes that bound his arms, wings, and jaws. Bogatyr, Astraeus, and Aerico struggled to pull the Wildclaw under control as he tried to thrash. Ari walked in front of them, holding his yellow head high as Dewlap kept to the back, dipping his own pale head.
“Your Majesty,” Ari began, his voice raspy but prideful, “may we present you with the very soul sucker you’ve been seeking. It was difficult to track him, even with Dewlap’s help, but we’ve managed to bring him to you now.” The elderly Fae signalled to Bogatyr and the others, and the three dragons pulled Pierce forward.
The closer Pierce came to Mud, the more rigid the Wildclaw’s body became.
A deep chuckle rumbled in Mudflat’s throat. “Yes, you remember me, don’t you?”
A muffled scream tried to escape Pierce as the other dragons dragged him closer to the large brown Guardian. The feathers and spines on the Wildclaw’s head stood up straight as he tried again to fight, his orange eyes round with fear. He met nodrake’s gaze except when he tried to look behind him to Dewlap.
The white Nocturne only turned his head away after his pale eyes met Pierce’s bright ones. Dewlap silently mouthed I’m sorry.
Pierce suddenly felt a hard yank on his head and his gaze fell on Bogatyr’s side, and the orange Nocturne growled. Pierce nearly fell as he stumbled, feeling another jerk on his head.
“Now, now,” Mud said, “we don’t want him injured before the trial.”
Bogatyr was about to protest, but he instead kept pulling the Wildclaw forward. Pierce now stood directly before the big brown dragon, and Mud rested one claw under Pierce’s chin, lifting the dark dragon’s head. Pierce trembled at his touch, but kept his brilliant eyes averted from the Guardian’s blue ones.
“Not so eager to meet my eyes now, are you?” Mud asked. When Pierce closed his eyes, Mud frowned and raised the Wildclaw’s head higher. “Isn’t this peculiar? A soul-sucker that doesn’t want to meet our gazes,” he finished, laughing.
Dewlap tightened his paws into fists until they began to glow. The Nocturne then slumped his shoulders and unclenched his claws, the glow now gone as he half-opened his eyes.
“Ari,” Mud turned his attention to the Fae as he removed his paw, “alert my father and tell him the good news.”
“Of course, your Majesty,” Ari rasped as he raised his small head higher before flying away.
“Bogatyr, you and the others may lead this beast to the court room and wait for everydrake’s arrival.”
The orange Nocturne hesitated before responding. “Yes, your Highness.” Bogatyr jerked on the rope that held Pierce’s head again as he, Aerico, and Astraeus pulled him down the hall as Mudflat followed close behind them.
Dewlap hung back a few moments more, watching them drag Pierce away. He moved to follow them.
“So, you actually went and did it.”
A solemn voice behind him made Dewlap stop. He didn’t turn around to face the other dragon.
“What was I supposed to do?” the pale Nocturne quietly snapped.
Rockpools didn’t respond for a few moments. When he noticed Bogatyr and the others disappear into another room at the opposite end of the hall, he said, “Couldn’t you have freed him somehow?”
Dewlap’s eyes flashed and his tail writhed. “And have everydrake wonder what I’m doing? If they find out what I am as well, I’d only be abandoning you.”
Rocky opened his jaws to speak, but said nothing, closing them.
Dewlap slowly inhaled and released a shaky exhale. “If you catch up with them, you’ll see for yourself what dragons do to those like me.”
“Dewlap.”
An urgent voice caught the Nocturne’s attention. He lifted his head and felt his chest tighten, but he didn’t turn around as he heard soft footfalls coming closer.
The dappled head of Trove appeared in front of Dewlap’s, though neither dragon met the eyes of the other. When Dewlap lowered his head and closed his eyes, Trove lifted one purple paw and ran her thumb over the single tear that trickled down the Nocturne’s cheek.
The Spiral’s own brown eyes started to sting. “Oh Dewlap, please don’t.” Trove pressed herself against him and gripped Dewlap’s body in a tight hug as the Nocturne did the same, wrapping his black wings around her.
Dewlap’s voice shook as he whispered. “Trove...I saw...her.”
Trove stiffened under his wings and arms. “Marica?” she whispered back.
Rocky tilted his hooded head. “Who?”
Trove peered over Dewlap’s shoulder to look at the Mirror. “I’m sorry, Rocky, this isn’t something you should hear.”
Rockpools hesitated before finally striding past and away from the other two dragons.
As Dewlap gazed after the young Mirror, he waited until Rocky was far enough away before he spoke. His hoarse voice shook, and he said, “She’s changed, Trove.”
“How?” Trove asked quietly.
“In...everything, her...magic, and...she’s a monster.”
Trove remained silent as she half-closed her large eyes and raised her head to gently nuzzle Dewlap.
“And all this time,” Dewlap continued, “ever since I left, she’s been...” he trailed off, not wanting to finish.
“Dewlap,” Trove whispered, “what happened?”
Drawing in another shaking breath, Dewlap sighed before his voice croaked out, “She’s been collecting souls.”
Trove didn’t move or speak for several moments. He big brown eyes stung once more. “Oh Dewlap, I’m so sorry,” she said as she hugged him tighter. “There’s no way you could’ve known. Of whom?”
“No, Trove—”
“Please.”
Dewlap hesitated several times before hoarsely whispering, “Spirals.”
Trove slowly widened her large eyes until they were completely round as she backed away from Dewlap’s embrace. The dappled dragon only stared at Dewlap, his head dipped, his arms and wings had now fallen to his sides.
Dewlap began closing his eyes, then widened them at the plaintive tone in Trove’s voice.
“You shouldn’t’ve chosen me!” Trove wailed as tears spilled down her face. “It’s because of me that she—”
Dewlap suddenly darted to her side, holding her once again. “Trove, no,” the Nocturne’s voice cracked. “You listen to me, okay? It’s not your fault. It was my choice to leave with you because I love you. And...Marica only began showing interest in the soul after I told her what I had seen.”
“It’s not your fault, either,” Trove sniffed, “you only thought she could help you.”
Dewlap looked behind Trove as movement caught his attention. Other dragons were now filing into the room he’d seen Rocky and the other’s enter. When he finally saw Kelpbeard and Saline walk in last, Dewlap slowly stood straighter, lifting his pale head high.
“I still did something else terrible,” he told her.
Trove squeezed the tears from her eyes, hoping they’d be the last. “I heard. Is that Wildclaw the other soul searcher?”
Dewlap nodded solemnly. “And I need you to promise me something.”
Trove lifted her head to look up at him, her large eyes widened more.
“No matter what happens,” Dewlap continued, “don’t defend me.”
The sore eyes of the dappled Spiral stung again. “Oh Dewlap, no...” Trove buried her face into the Nocturne’s mantle and wailed, more tears soaked the burlap that draped Dewlap’s neck. “They won’t find out! They can't do that to you!”
Dewlap’s lower jaw trembled, but he stopped it by allowing a small smile to escape him. “Alright, I’m sorry. I can’t make you promise that.” He lifted one paw and a weak light glowed in his palm, and he gently dragged it from the top of Trove’s head down her neck to her back. The dappled Spiral soon ceased her cries and her body tensed before finally relaxing, and she stepped back from him, a blank expression on her face as she stared at nothing, one more tear trickled down her cheek.
Dewlap leaned forward and whispered into one of her ears, and Trove trudged towards the main staircase. The white and black Nocturne didn’t dare look behind him as he heard her quiet footsteps up the stairs. He shut his eyes tight as he felt a squeeze in his chest before opening them again, and strode to where everydrake else had gone, staring straight ahead as one final tear slid down his face before he rubbed it away.
“Excellent work, boys,” Mudflat congratulated them eagerly. “Let me get a better look at this beast.”
The glowing net that had held Pierce was now transformed into ropes that bound his arms, wings, and jaws. Bogatyr, Astraeus, and Aerico struggled to pull the Wildclaw under control as he tried to thrash. Ari walked in front of them, holding his yellow head high as Dewlap kept to the back, dipping his own pale head.
“Your Majesty,” Ari began, his voice raspy but prideful, “may we present you with the very soul sucker you’ve been seeking. It was difficult to track him, even with Dewlap’s help, but we’ve managed to bring him to you now.” The elderly Fae signalled to Bogatyr and the others, and the three dragons pulled Pierce forward.
The closer Pierce came to Mud, the more rigid the Wildclaw’s body became.
A deep chuckle rumbled in Mudflat’s throat. “Yes, you remember me, don’t you?”
A muffled scream tried to escape Pierce as the other dragons dragged him closer to the large brown Guardian. The feathers and spines on the Wildclaw’s head stood up straight as he tried again to fight, his orange eyes round with fear. He met nodrake’s gaze except when he tried to look behind him to Dewlap.
The white Nocturne only turned his head away after his pale eyes met Pierce’s bright ones. Dewlap silently mouthed I’m sorry.
Pierce suddenly felt a hard yank on his head and his gaze fell on Bogatyr’s side, and the orange Nocturne growled. Pierce nearly fell as he stumbled, feeling another jerk on his head.
“Now, now,” Mud said, “we don’t want him injured before the trial.”
Bogatyr was about to protest, but he instead kept pulling the Wildclaw forward. Pierce now stood directly before the big brown dragon, and Mud rested one claw under Pierce’s chin, lifting the dark dragon’s head. Pierce trembled at his touch, but kept his brilliant eyes averted from the Guardian’s blue ones.
“Not so eager to meet my eyes now, are you?” Mud asked. When Pierce closed his eyes, Mud frowned and raised the Wildclaw’s head higher. “Isn’t this peculiar? A soul-sucker that doesn’t want to meet our gazes,” he finished, laughing.
Dewlap tightened his paws into fists until they began to glow. The Nocturne then slumped his shoulders and unclenched his claws, the glow now gone as he half-opened his eyes.
“Ari,” Mud turned his attention to the Fae as he removed his paw, “alert my father and tell him the good news.”
“Of course, your Majesty,” Ari rasped as he raised his small head higher before flying away.
“Bogatyr, you and the others may lead this beast to the court room and wait for everydrake’s arrival.”
The orange Nocturne hesitated before responding. “Yes, your Highness.” Bogatyr jerked on the rope that held Pierce’s head again as he, Aerico, and Astraeus pulled him down the hall as Mudflat followed close behind them.
Dewlap hung back a few moments more, watching them drag Pierce away. He moved to follow them.
“So, you actually went and did it.”
A solemn voice behind him made Dewlap stop. He didn’t turn around to face the other dragon.
“What was I supposed to do?” the pale Nocturne quietly snapped.
Rockpools didn’t respond for a few moments. When he noticed Bogatyr and the others disappear into another room at the opposite end of the hall, he said, “Couldn’t you have freed him somehow?”
Dewlap’s eyes flashed and his tail writhed. “And have everydrake wonder what I’m doing? If they find out what I am as well, I’d only be abandoning you.”
Rocky opened his jaws to speak, but said nothing, closing them.
Dewlap slowly inhaled and released a shaky exhale. “If you catch up with them, you’ll see for yourself what dragons do to those like me.”
“Dewlap.”
An urgent voice caught the Nocturne’s attention. He lifted his head and felt his chest tighten, but he didn’t turn around as he heard soft footfalls coming closer.
The dappled head of Trove appeared in front of Dewlap’s, though neither dragon met the eyes of the other. When Dewlap lowered his head and closed his eyes, Trove lifted one purple paw and ran her thumb over the single tear that trickled down the Nocturne’s cheek.
The Spiral’s own brown eyes started to sting. “Oh Dewlap, please don’t.” Trove pressed herself against him and gripped Dewlap’s body in a tight hug as the Nocturne did the same, wrapping his black wings around her.
Dewlap’s voice shook as he whispered. “Trove...I saw...her.”
Trove stiffened under his wings and arms. “Marica?” she whispered back.
Rocky tilted his hooded head. “Who?”
Trove peered over Dewlap’s shoulder to look at the Mirror. “I’m sorry, Rocky, this isn’t something you should hear.”
Rockpools hesitated before finally striding past and away from the other two dragons.
As Dewlap gazed after the young Mirror, he waited until Rocky was far enough away before he spoke. His hoarse voice shook, and he said, “She’s changed, Trove.”
“How?” Trove asked quietly.
“In...everything, her...magic, and...she’s a monster.”
Trove remained silent as she half-closed her large eyes and raised her head to gently nuzzle Dewlap.
“And all this time,” Dewlap continued, “ever since I left, she’s been...” he trailed off, not wanting to finish.
“Dewlap,” Trove whispered, “what happened?”
Drawing in another shaking breath, Dewlap sighed before his voice croaked out, “She’s been collecting souls.”
Trove didn’t move or speak for several moments. He big brown eyes stung once more. “Oh Dewlap, I’m so sorry,” she said as she hugged him tighter. “There’s no way you could’ve known. Of whom?”
“No, Trove—”
“Please.”
Dewlap hesitated several times before hoarsely whispering, “Spirals.”
Trove slowly widened her large eyes until they were completely round as she backed away from Dewlap’s embrace. The dappled dragon only stared at Dewlap, his head dipped, his arms and wings had now fallen to his sides.
Dewlap began closing his eyes, then widened them at the plaintive tone in Trove’s voice.
“You shouldn’t’ve chosen me!” Trove wailed as tears spilled down her face. “It’s because of me that she—”
Dewlap suddenly darted to her side, holding her once again. “Trove, no,” the Nocturne’s voice cracked. “You listen to me, okay? It’s not your fault. It was my choice to leave with you because I love you. And...Marica only began showing interest in the soul after I told her what I had seen.”
“It’s not your fault, either,” Trove sniffed, “you only thought she could help you.”
Dewlap looked behind Trove as movement caught his attention. Other dragons were now filing into the room he’d seen Rocky and the other’s enter. When he finally saw Kelpbeard and Saline walk in last, Dewlap slowly stood straighter, lifting his pale head high.
“I still did something else terrible,” he told her.
Trove squeezed the tears from her eyes, hoping they’d be the last. “I heard. Is that Wildclaw the other soul searcher?”
Dewlap nodded solemnly. “And I need you to promise me something.”
Trove lifted her head to look up at him, her large eyes widened more.
“No matter what happens,” Dewlap continued, “don’t defend me.”
The sore eyes of the dappled Spiral stung again. “Oh Dewlap, no...” Trove buried her face into the Nocturne’s mantle and wailed, more tears soaked the burlap that draped Dewlap’s neck. “They won’t find out! They can't do that to you!”
Dewlap’s lower jaw trembled, but he stopped it by allowing a small smile to escape him. “Alright, I’m sorry. I can’t make you promise that.” He lifted one paw and a weak light glowed in his palm, and he gently dragged it from the top of Trove’s head down her neck to her back. The dappled Spiral soon ceased her cries and her body tensed before finally relaxing, and she stepped back from him, a blank expression on her face as she stared at nothing, one more tear trickled down her cheek.
Dewlap leaned forward and whispered into one of her ears, and Trove trudged towards the main staircase. The white and black Nocturne didn’t dare look behind him as he heard her quiet footsteps up the stairs. He shut his eyes tight as he felt a squeeze in his chest before opening them again, and strode to where everydrake else had gone, staring straight ahead as one final tear slid down his face before he rubbed it away.
...
It seemed as though every dragon in the entire clan had shown up for the trial. The largest of them took their seats at the back so the smallest could have the chance to see what was in front of them. Curious and fearful whispers were passed around the room from dragon to dragon as each pair of eyes had fallen on the chained and blindfolded figure before them.
Pierce’s entire body tensed and his lower jaw quivered as he remained silent. The spines and feathers on his head had flattened at the sound of Mudflat’s voice.
“Father, Mother,” the large brown Guardian said, dipping his head to Kelpbeard and Saline, who were seated behind the Wildclaw, “though you have said that no dragon other than Coral and myself should know about those like him,” he said, pointing one claw to Pierce, “this creature has threatened one of our own. He has seen into the mind of Vixen.”
Shocked gasps and frantic whispers escaped nearly every dragon as most eyes looked to the dark Tundra. The silvery eyes of Vixen began to close as her jaw trembled.
The spines and feathers on Pierce’s head slowly rose and his body slightly relaxed, the chains quietly clinked at the movement. “Vixen...yes, she—”
The dark Wildclaw was suddenly silenced when Mudflat tripped him.
Kelpbeard cleared his throat noisily. “So, Son, why don’t you call forth the dragons who found him?”
“Certainly,” Mud said. “Ari?” he called.
The elderly yellow Fae rose from his seat in the front, his banner flowing behind him as he strode up to meet Mudflat and the brightly dressed but chained Wildclaw. Some dragons had to lean forward to hear his rasp.
“The first time we’d all seen this dragon was the first night we’d arrived,” Ari explained. “We were all asleep until Bogatyr’s shout woke us, and there he was. The soul-sucker was just standing right outside the shield Dewlap had created, and we were soon on his tail. We almost had him, too, but an unfortunate misfire from Dewlap caused this dragon to escape.”
The white and black Nocturne didn’t move as he saw out of the corners of his eyes that the others were staring at him. He didn’t dare flinch when he heard every chair creak and groan behind him. Everydrake must’ve turned their attention to him, now.
Mud raised one brow. “The wizard? How could that have happened?”
Ari was about to respond, but the shrill voice of Aerico beat him to it.
“Does it matter? I still caught ‘im! Dewlap stalled ‘im for me so that I’d be the one to bring ‘im to you!”
“We all brought him in, you twisting twit,” Astraeus retorted.
Aerico grinned, exposing each fang. “Why don’t you ask Dewlap for yourself?”
“I think you’ve missed your hourly nap.”
“Pink-eye!” Aerico screamed as he lunged at the pied Skydancer.
Astraeus leaped from his seat and jumped forward as he tried to pull the writhing Spiral from his body. Aerico kept his fangs bared and only succeeded in biting down on the Skydancer’s armor.
Pierce only stood still, not knowing where to move as snarling sounded all around him. Saline and Alga watched in horror as some dragons seemed to be passing each other golden coins and grinning while others could only groan in exasperation. Coral remained silent and Kelpbeard’s voice rang the loudest as he roared in laughter.
The grey Guardian stopped when he finally noticed Saline’s harsh glare.
“Alright, dear,” he said, slumping his shoulders before standing up and bellowing, “That’s enough, you two!”
Aerico and Astraeus didn’t seem to hear him, however, as they still brawled, just missing the shocked Ari and still Pierce.
When Kelpbeard shrugged and looked to his mate helplessly, Dewlap lazily waved one paw before Saline had the chance to speak or move. A gust of air shot from the Nocturne’s paw and shoved the Spiral and Skydancer apart. Though that didn’t stop the two from shooting poisonous glares at each other.
Saline relaxed slightly. “Thank you, Dewlap.” She then directed her gaze to Aerico and Astraeus as Ari was already heading back to sit next to Bogatyr. “Boys, please return to your seats. Your chances to speak at this time are now over.”
Bogatyr stood from his chair as Aerico and Astraeus took theirs. “If I may, Highnesses, I wish to speak next.” The orange dragon untied the straps under his chin and removed the wolf mask from his head.
“Of course,” Saline nodded.
The cloaked Nocturne strode towards the chained Wildclaw and halted directly in front of the frozen dragon. Bogatyr opened his mouth to speak, but then stopped and quietly chuckled. He turned his head to look behind him.
“Dewlap, who would you say saw this soul-sucker first?”
Dewlap rolled his eyes before answering. “So now we’re already back to the rivalry that Aerico and Astraeus have over him?”
“I’m afraid that’s not what I mean.”
“Your Majesties, I really don’t see why we should start questioning each other.”
Kelpbeard cleared his throat. “Bogatyr, if you please.”
“I’ll try to make this brief, Sire,” Bogatyr said.
Saline and Kelpbeard exchanged curious glances before finally nodding to the orange dragon.
“Dewlap,” Bogatyr continued, “all I’m asking is for you to answer a simple question.”
“Very well.” Dewlap straightened his back as he sat up, keeping his green eyes half-closed as he replied. “If it makes you feel any better, Ari was right. You saw him first. Your shout woke everydrake else and that’s when we followed you after him.”
“Apologies, but you’re mistaken. I woke to see you looking at him through your shield.”
Dewlap chuckled and lightly smacked the side of his head. “I’m sorry, it must’ve been late that night, and the journey was exhausting. I may have forgotten that I woke first.”
Bogatyr was staring after the other dragon intensely now. “Then how come you didn’t wake the rest of us when you did see him?”
“It was dark, and I had trouble seeing what his colours and clothing looked like through my shield.”
“But you were much closer to him than I was, and I could tell who he was.”
“But wouldn’t that only prove that your eyesight is just better than my own? I'm not as young as I used to be, I hate to admit.”
Bogatyr suddenly became strangely calm as he still kept his eyes on Dewlap. He sighed.
“Okay. Maybe you’re right about that. However, there’s still something else that I couldn’t help but notice. Just before finally catching him, Dewlap had already caught up to him and did nothing.”
“So what exactly are you getting at, Bogatyr?” Mud wondered out loud after Dewlap had gone silent.
"Ari also told me that he and Rae were following a trail that Dewlap had cast to track the other dragon, though it was I who they had found.” Bogatyr never tore his blazing eyes from Dewlap as he began walking slowly towards the white Nocturne. “If I’m right, Dewlap may not be the dragon you think he is.”
Dewlap remained silent as Bogatyr strode closer. When the orange dragon stopped directly in front of him, Dewlap averted his eyes when Bogatyr lowered his head and leaned in close, nearly shoving his nose into Dewlap’s.
“Why won’t you meet my eyes?” Bogatyr hissed.
Dewlap didn't speak, only closing his eyes.
Bogatyr's expression hardened. “I knew it,” he spat. Bellowing, he said, “Your Majesties, I have not only succeeded in bringing you one soul-sucker...”
As Bogatyr trailed off, Dewlap felt a tight grip on the mantle that draped his neck as he was suddenly pulled from his seat and shoved to the front of the room.
“But two!” Bogatyr’s roar echoed around.
Dewlap’s heart thundered in his chest as dragons all around gasped or shrieked in disbelief. Out of the corners of his eyes, he could plainly see the shocked faces of April and Rocky, and he swore that Red was shooting him a glare.
“You helped him, didn’t you?” Bogatyr snarled. “You missed your shot on purpose...”
“I can explain...” Dewlap’s voice shook.
“Then explain why you never took the chance to capture him when he was right in front of you before Aerico did!”
Complete silence filled the room as all eyes were on Dewlap as he averted his own.
“Dewlap,” Saline’s voice broke that silence, though it was almost inaudible. “Is this true?”
The pale Nocturne slumped his shoulders as he slowly turned around the face the queen Mirror and Kelpbeard. His eyes didn’t meet theirs, but he clearly saw their hurt expressions. Beside Saline, Alga seemed to be chanting something, moving her mouth but making no sound as her own eyes were closed.
Dewlap opened his jaws to speak.
“You lied to us,” Saline interrupted him.
“No,” Dewlap croaked.
“We allowed you into our home after you helped our son...” Saline trailed off, a haunted look crossed her face and she closed her four blue eyes. When she opened them, her eyes widened and she shrieked.
“Rocky! Get away from him!”
Rockpools was now standing in front of Dewlap, spreading his brown wings and looking his mother dead in the eyes. “Wait, he’s not dangerous—”
“Seeing into another’s mind is a dangerous power, Son!” Kelpbeard interrupted him.
“He was only trying to help me!”
The great grey Guardian froze and stared at Rocky. “What’re you talking about?”
“I—he—it’s...” Rocky stammered. He turned his hooded head to look behind him. Dewlap had closed his eyes and turned his pale head away before sagging his body.
Coral suddenly rose from her seat and screeched in a hoarse voice. “Dewlap has seen into my own brother’s soul!” The golden she-drake then pointed a single accusing claw towards the Nocturne and screamed to Mudflat, “Seize him!”
Mud didn’t hesitate in moving towards Dewlap. As he lifted one paw to shove Rocky out of the way, he only stopped when a sudden blinding flash made him instead raise his paw to shield his eyes.
Every dragon in the room lowered their own paws from their eyes and had now turned their attention to the big blue Imperial that had appeared before them as his serpentine body was stretched out from one side of the room to the other.
“You know, Alga, I hate it when you call me away from something else important.” A wide smile crept across Lumiere’s face as he scanned the room before noticing Rocky and Dewlap standing directly in front of him. “So what did I miss?”
“Lumiere,” Kelpbeard began in a gruff and commanding tone, “bind this soul-sucker!”
The Imperial eyed the shaking Pierce before a small laugh escaped him. “I’m afraid he already is, Highness.”
“He means Dewlap, you big blue idiot!” Mud growled.
Lumiere paused and his grin vanished, his yellow eyes widened slightly. “Ohhh. I see. Wow, this just...blew me away,” his smile returned and a deep chuckle rumbled in his throat.
“Rocky, step aside,” Mud ordered.
“Hold up,” Lumiere said as he began to convulse into seizing fits, taking several sharp inhales.
“Fine, I’ll do it myself,” Mud snarled, raising his paw again to move Rocky.
An exploding sneeze suddenly erupted from the Imperial, and Lumiere blew down at Rocky and Dewlap, covering both stunned dragons in a slimy coating of greenish-yellow mucus.
Dewlap and Rocky both shuddered as they opened their eyes grudgingly, and froze when they noticed each other’s paws begin to disappear, followed by the rest of them until they were completely gone from sight.
A screech of fury escaped Coral and she turned her helmeted head to Lumiere. “You let them escape!”
“Oh please,” Lumiere waved one paw and a tissue appeared in his claws. After he blew his nose and poofed the rag out of existence, he sniffed before continuing. “It’s never a good idea to hold back a sneeze. They just happened to be in my way.”
Mudflat turned his head and noticed a set of rusted swords that hung decorated on the far wall. He gripped one handle and pulled the shrieking piece of metal out of its holding place and rushed back to Lumiere, pointing the sharp end straight at the Imperial’s chest.
“Cute,” Lumiere chuckled. “Just what do you plan to do with that?” he asked, his blue grin never wavering.
“Bring them back, now,” Mud snarled.
“Or what? You’ll...kill me?” The Imperial stretched his smile as he inched closer until the sword’s tip pressed into his yellow chest. He leaned his face in to Mud’s, yellow eyes boring into blue.
Mud’s grip tightened on the handle.
A laugh escaped Lumiere and sent shivers down the spines of every dragon in the room.
“Oh do it, your Majesty,” the blue Imperial dared as he pressed his chest further into the sword’s tip. “Do what nodrake else would even try without preparing for what happens after.”
Mud and Lumiere stood facing each other for a few more moments before a yellow shape suddenly threw herself between them, shoving the blade away and glaring hard at her brother.
“Enough,” Alga growled.
Mudflat glared back, seething, and he lowered the weapon. “So, this is how it is. I can’t believe my own sister would betray me,” he finished. He stormed off and called dragons together, barking orders and sending them out to search for the missing dragons as the brown dragon dragged Pierce away.
“It’s about time you came to your senses,” Lumiere said.
Alga turned her glare to him.
Lumiere only smiled back. “Shall we go after them, as well?”
Alga’s expression softened slightly. “Where did you send them?”
It seemed as though every dragon in the entire clan had shown up for the trial. The largest of them took their seats at the back so the smallest could have the chance to see what was in front of them. Curious and fearful whispers were passed around the room from dragon to dragon as each pair of eyes had fallen on the chained and blindfolded figure before them.
Pierce’s entire body tensed and his lower jaw quivered as he remained silent. The spines and feathers on his head had flattened at the sound of Mudflat’s voice.
“Father, Mother,” the large brown Guardian said, dipping his head to Kelpbeard and Saline, who were seated behind the Wildclaw, “though you have said that no dragon other than Coral and myself should know about those like him,” he said, pointing one claw to Pierce, “this creature has threatened one of our own. He has seen into the mind of Vixen.”
Shocked gasps and frantic whispers escaped nearly every dragon as most eyes looked to the dark Tundra. The silvery eyes of Vixen began to close as her jaw trembled.
The spines and feathers on Pierce’s head slowly rose and his body slightly relaxed, the chains quietly clinked at the movement. “Vixen...yes, she—”
The dark Wildclaw was suddenly silenced when Mudflat tripped him.
Kelpbeard cleared his throat noisily. “So, Son, why don’t you call forth the dragons who found him?”
“Certainly,” Mud said. “Ari?” he called.
The elderly yellow Fae rose from his seat in the front, his banner flowing behind him as he strode up to meet Mudflat and the brightly dressed but chained Wildclaw. Some dragons had to lean forward to hear his rasp.
“The first time we’d all seen this dragon was the first night we’d arrived,” Ari explained. “We were all asleep until Bogatyr’s shout woke us, and there he was. The soul-sucker was just standing right outside the shield Dewlap had created, and we were soon on his tail. We almost had him, too, but an unfortunate misfire from Dewlap caused this dragon to escape.”
The white and black Nocturne didn’t move as he saw out of the corners of his eyes that the others were staring at him. He didn’t dare flinch when he heard every chair creak and groan behind him. Everydrake must’ve turned their attention to him, now.
Mud raised one brow. “The wizard? How could that have happened?”
Ari was about to respond, but the shrill voice of Aerico beat him to it.
“Does it matter? I still caught ‘im! Dewlap stalled ‘im for me so that I’d be the one to bring ‘im to you!”
“We all brought him in, you twisting twit,” Astraeus retorted.
Aerico grinned, exposing each fang. “Why don’t you ask Dewlap for yourself?”
“I think you’ve missed your hourly nap.”
“Pink-eye!” Aerico screamed as he lunged at the pied Skydancer.
Astraeus leaped from his seat and jumped forward as he tried to pull the writhing Spiral from his body. Aerico kept his fangs bared and only succeeded in biting down on the Skydancer’s armor.
Pierce only stood still, not knowing where to move as snarling sounded all around him. Saline and Alga watched in horror as some dragons seemed to be passing each other golden coins and grinning while others could only groan in exasperation. Coral remained silent and Kelpbeard’s voice rang the loudest as he roared in laughter.
The grey Guardian stopped when he finally noticed Saline’s harsh glare.
“Alright, dear,” he said, slumping his shoulders before standing up and bellowing, “That’s enough, you two!”
Aerico and Astraeus didn’t seem to hear him, however, as they still brawled, just missing the shocked Ari and still Pierce.
When Kelpbeard shrugged and looked to his mate helplessly, Dewlap lazily waved one paw before Saline had the chance to speak or move. A gust of air shot from the Nocturne’s paw and shoved the Spiral and Skydancer apart. Though that didn’t stop the two from shooting poisonous glares at each other.
Saline relaxed slightly. “Thank you, Dewlap.” She then directed her gaze to Aerico and Astraeus as Ari was already heading back to sit next to Bogatyr. “Boys, please return to your seats. Your chances to speak at this time are now over.”
Bogatyr stood from his chair as Aerico and Astraeus took theirs. “If I may, Highnesses, I wish to speak next.” The orange dragon untied the straps under his chin and removed the wolf mask from his head.
“Of course,” Saline nodded.
The cloaked Nocturne strode towards the chained Wildclaw and halted directly in front of the frozen dragon. Bogatyr opened his mouth to speak, but then stopped and quietly chuckled. He turned his head to look behind him.
“Dewlap, who would you say saw this soul-sucker first?”
Dewlap rolled his eyes before answering. “So now we’re already back to the rivalry that Aerico and Astraeus have over him?”
“I’m afraid that’s not what I mean.”
“Your Majesties, I really don’t see why we should start questioning each other.”
Kelpbeard cleared his throat. “Bogatyr, if you please.”
“I’ll try to make this brief, Sire,” Bogatyr said.
Saline and Kelpbeard exchanged curious glances before finally nodding to the orange dragon.
“Dewlap,” Bogatyr continued, “all I’m asking is for you to answer a simple question.”
“Very well.” Dewlap straightened his back as he sat up, keeping his green eyes half-closed as he replied. “If it makes you feel any better, Ari was right. You saw him first. Your shout woke everydrake else and that’s when we followed you after him.”
“Apologies, but you’re mistaken. I woke to see you looking at him through your shield.”
Dewlap chuckled and lightly smacked the side of his head. “I’m sorry, it must’ve been late that night, and the journey was exhausting. I may have forgotten that I woke first.”
Bogatyr was staring after the other dragon intensely now. “Then how come you didn’t wake the rest of us when you did see him?”
“It was dark, and I had trouble seeing what his colours and clothing looked like through my shield.”
“But you were much closer to him than I was, and I could tell who he was.”
“But wouldn’t that only prove that your eyesight is just better than my own? I'm not as young as I used to be, I hate to admit.”
Bogatyr suddenly became strangely calm as he still kept his eyes on Dewlap. He sighed.
“Okay. Maybe you’re right about that. However, there’s still something else that I couldn’t help but notice. Just before finally catching him, Dewlap had already caught up to him and did nothing.”
“So what exactly are you getting at, Bogatyr?” Mud wondered out loud after Dewlap had gone silent.
"Ari also told me that he and Rae were following a trail that Dewlap had cast to track the other dragon, though it was I who they had found.” Bogatyr never tore his blazing eyes from Dewlap as he began walking slowly towards the white Nocturne. “If I’m right, Dewlap may not be the dragon you think he is.”
Dewlap remained silent as Bogatyr strode closer. When the orange dragon stopped directly in front of him, Dewlap averted his eyes when Bogatyr lowered his head and leaned in close, nearly shoving his nose into Dewlap’s.
“Why won’t you meet my eyes?” Bogatyr hissed.
Dewlap didn't speak, only closing his eyes.
Bogatyr's expression hardened. “I knew it,” he spat. Bellowing, he said, “Your Majesties, I have not only succeeded in bringing you one soul-sucker...”
As Bogatyr trailed off, Dewlap felt a tight grip on the mantle that draped his neck as he was suddenly pulled from his seat and shoved to the front of the room.
“But two!” Bogatyr’s roar echoed around.
Dewlap’s heart thundered in his chest as dragons all around gasped or shrieked in disbelief. Out of the corners of his eyes, he could plainly see the shocked faces of April and Rocky, and he swore that Red was shooting him a glare.
“You helped him, didn’t you?” Bogatyr snarled. “You missed your shot on purpose...”
“I can explain...” Dewlap’s voice shook.
“Then explain why you never took the chance to capture him when he was right in front of you before Aerico did!”
Complete silence filled the room as all eyes were on Dewlap as he averted his own.
“Dewlap,” Saline’s voice broke that silence, though it was almost inaudible. “Is this true?”
The pale Nocturne slumped his shoulders as he slowly turned around the face the queen Mirror and Kelpbeard. His eyes didn’t meet theirs, but he clearly saw their hurt expressions. Beside Saline, Alga seemed to be chanting something, moving her mouth but making no sound as her own eyes were closed.
Dewlap opened his jaws to speak.
“You lied to us,” Saline interrupted him.
“No,” Dewlap croaked.
“We allowed you into our home after you helped our son...” Saline trailed off, a haunted look crossed her face and she closed her four blue eyes. When she opened them, her eyes widened and she shrieked.
“Rocky! Get away from him!”
Rockpools was now standing in front of Dewlap, spreading his brown wings and looking his mother dead in the eyes. “Wait, he’s not dangerous—”
“Seeing into another’s mind is a dangerous power, Son!” Kelpbeard interrupted him.
“He was only trying to help me!”
The great grey Guardian froze and stared at Rocky. “What’re you talking about?”
“I—he—it’s...” Rocky stammered. He turned his hooded head to look behind him. Dewlap had closed his eyes and turned his pale head away before sagging his body.
Coral suddenly rose from her seat and screeched in a hoarse voice. “Dewlap has seen into my own brother’s soul!” The golden she-drake then pointed a single accusing claw towards the Nocturne and screamed to Mudflat, “Seize him!”
Mud didn’t hesitate in moving towards Dewlap. As he lifted one paw to shove Rocky out of the way, he only stopped when a sudden blinding flash made him instead raise his paw to shield his eyes.
Every dragon in the room lowered their own paws from their eyes and had now turned their attention to the big blue Imperial that had appeared before them as his serpentine body was stretched out from one side of the room to the other.
“You know, Alga, I hate it when you call me away from something else important.” A wide smile crept across Lumiere’s face as he scanned the room before noticing Rocky and Dewlap standing directly in front of him. “So what did I miss?”
“Lumiere,” Kelpbeard began in a gruff and commanding tone, “bind this soul-sucker!”
The Imperial eyed the shaking Pierce before a small laugh escaped him. “I’m afraid he already is, Highness.”
“He means Dewlap, you big blue idiot!” Mud growled.
Lumiere paused and his grin vanished, his yellow eyes widened slightly. “Ohhh. I see. Wow, this just...blew me away,” his smile returned and a deep chuckle rumbled in his throat.
“Rocky, step aside,” Mud ordered.
“Hold up,” Lumiere said as he began to convulse into seizing fits, taking several sharp inhales.
“Fine, I’ll do it myself,” Mud snarled, raising his paw again to move Rocky.
An exploding sneeze suddenly erupted from the Imperial, and Lumiere blew down at Rocky and Dewlap, covering both stunned dragons in a slimy coating of greenish-yellow mucus.
Dewlap and Rocky both shuddered as they opened their eyes grudgingly, and froze when they noticed each other’s paws begin to disappear, followed by the rest of them until they were completely gone from sight.
A screech of fury escaped Coral and she turned her helmeted head to Lumiere. “You let them escape!”
“Oh please,” Lumiere waved one paw and a tissue appeared in his claws. After he blew his nose and poofed the rag out of existence, he sniffed before continuing. “It’s never a good idea to hold back a sneeze. They just happened to be in my way.”
Mudflat turned his head and noticed a set of rusted swords that hung decorated on the far wall. He gripped one handle and pulled the shrieking piece of metal out of its holding place and rushed back to Lumiere, pointing the sharp end straight at the Imperial’s chest.
“Cute,” Lumiere chuckled. “Just what do you plan to do with that?” he asked, his blue grin never wavering.
“Bring them back, now,” Mud snarled.
“Or what? You’ll...kill me?” The Imperial stretched his smile as he inched closer until the sword’s tip pressed into his yellow chest. He leaned his face in to Mud’s, yellow eyes boring into blue.
Mud’s grip tightened on the handle.
A laugh escaped Lumiere and sent shivers down the spines of every dragon in the room.
“Oh do it, your Majesty,” the blue Imperial dared as he pressed his chest further into the sword’s tip. “Do what nodrake else would even try without preparing for what happens after.”
Mud and Lumiere stood facing each other for a few more moments before a yellow shape suddenly threw herself between them, shoving the blade away and glaring hard at her brother.
“Enough,” Alga growled.
Mudflat glared back, seething, and he lowered the weapon. “So, this is how it is. I can’t believe my own sister would betray me,” he finished. He stormed off and called dragons together, barking orders and sending them out to search for the missing dragons as the brown dragon dragged Pierce away.
“It’s about time you came to your senses,” Lumiere said.
Alga turned her glare to him.
Lumiere only smiled back. “Shall we go after them, as well?”
Alga’s expression softened slightly. “Where did you send them?”
Continued in Alga Part 2
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