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Islet

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the fairy

Energy: 50/50

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Measurements

Length

1.29 m

Wingspan

1.79 m

Weight

2.05 kg

Genetics

Azure
Fade

Black
Butterfly

Avocado
Ghost

Hatchday

May 26, 2016
(7 years)

Breed

Adult
Fae

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Nature
Common

Level 1 Fae

EXP: 0 / 245

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Biography

{Quote is a w.i.p.}

~
Islet, Part 1, Volume II
Escape.
~

Continued from Azoth Part 1

He had no memory of it, but Cog knew he’d turned again. The sticky foam that flecked his jaws and the light pounding in his head was proof enough.

When he came to, all he could see was complete darkness. Azoth must have left shortly after Cog had lost himself in his madness. His disease. His curse.

Sighing, his body shook before sagging and he leaned his frilled head back against the cold, stone wall to which he was chained.

He knew he was going to die. He’d brought this on himself. Cog had been so fascinated with the life that...she had created and surrounded herself in, and when she tried to share its wonders with him, Cog had stolen some of it for dissection.

As punishment for his ignorance and treachery, his Tundra body had been replaced with that of a Fae, then she had planted the fungus in his mind. A deadly disease contagious only to Fae.

Cog had begged her to take away this sickness, but she’d refused, claiming that there were no reversal spells or cures. Every night since she cast him away, he desperately tried to apologize for his mistakes, that he’d hurt her by destroying what she had wanted to share with him.

But she never answered, and he was about to accept his end, until Azoth found him again.

His half-brother promised him a way out of his madness, and Cog wanted nothing more than to be free of the disease that plagued his brain.

He was wrong.

Azoth worked for a dragon named Glaw, a dragon who, for the past year, had begun capturing other dragons and stealing their souls for their memories. But he’d make a deal with Cog: only if the little brown Fae agreed to surrender his soul and loyalty to Glaw, would Cog be cured of his disease.

Cog had refused, and remained locked and chained in the dungeon since.

He didn’t want to die here, alone in the dark and so far from his home and his love. But once he finally leaves his body, he prayed that Glaw would never get his claws on him.

One ear twitched. He heard something just to his left, but could see nothing in this inkyness. Subtle cracking and bits of rock falling on the stone floor below made him flinch. Soon he felt a set of thin vines with small leaves brush over his chest, and a sweet scent wafted over him as soft petals caressed his cheek, drying the tears that spilled.

“Islet?” he whispered hoarsely in sorrow and disbelief.

Upon his back, the hard stone wall melted away into a patch of moss, allowing him to pass through. Arid, desert air greeted him, and he was no longer bound in his chains.

From afar, he could make out the familiar canyon and he shuddered. Somewhere in there lay Glaw’s fortress, along with the countless souls trapped there.

He looked around desperately, but Islet herself was nowhere in sight. Only a single, purple flower lay on the desert floor by his feet. Scooping it up carefully, Cog held it to his heart and squeezed out tears from his dark eyes.

He didn’t have much time. Sooner or later, somedrake back there would notice his absence, and he didn't know when he would lose himself again.

Maybe Cog didn’t deserve the freedom he had now, but the other souls didn’t deserve to remain trapped there.

Flaring his brown wings for flight, Cog flew for help.

...

A pair of emerald-green eyes watched him leave, but she didn’t follow him, instead staring after him in longing.

Islet stood unmoving as the lightning flashed and thunder rumbled all around her. When she no longer saw the small form of Cog, she allowed a single tear to fall. And even though she was alone, she still found herself whispering.

“You’ll be free soon...my love.”

Continued in Hadley Part 2

~
Islet, Part 2, Volume II
Release.
~

Continued from Cog Part 2

As Cog's being was lifted from his body, he could only watch helplessly as Hadley cradled the lifeless form before the young Wildclaw sprang to his feet and sprinted back to the castle, desperately crying for help. Cog watched him go, and he felt Islet's silent voice ring beside him.

How do you feel? She wondered to him.

Cog spread his wings, now weightless. I feel... he started, before gazing back across the vast Sea, ...that I should see them again. The dragons that left to save the rest from Glaw. I have to know that they stay safe. He thought he felt Islet flinch, and he turned his eyes to meet hers. A flicker of fear had flashed across them.

If it is your last wish, I will take you there, Islet thought to him.

Cog could feel her paws trembling within his own, and he knew something wasn't right. Islet, is...he there?

Thimbleweed won't see us, she insisted.

No...if he senses you, he'll— Cog stopped, unable to finish the horrifying thought. You can't risk yourself for me.

Islet didn't answer, only giving him a sad smile, before the shores shimmered and they now found themselves back in the desert of the Shifting Expanse.

She guided Cog to watch in secret behind a small clump of cacti. Before them, they spied a Nocturne and two Spirals conversing with a huge, green Imperial with spotted wings and a waving mane.

Cog felt dread—not only his own—when he stared to Thimbleweed. He silently begged Islet to leave, to take him away. She only insisted that Cog's spirit would be at rest is he could stay and see the other dragons return safely.

They watched, still. Thimbleweed then vanished in the next flash of lightning that streaked the desert, leaving the Nocturne and Spirals alone to turn in for the night. By the next stormy morning, both Fae remained hidden as the others woke and left the safety of the dome of magic that Dewlap had conjured, and they ventured into the canyon.

Cog and Islet waited, still, uncertain how much time had passed. A surge of hope flared through Cog when he and Islet saw the two Spirals reappear in a bright, pale green flash, grasping a large and bulging velvet sack, but that hope was soon extinguished when they realized that Dewlap wasn't with them. Still they waited, and when Dewlap finally returned, with a golden Guardian she-drake at his side, a wave of relief washed over Cog's being, and he sighed.

Islet looked back to him. How do you feel? She asked again, much softer this time.

I feel... Cog started, his eyes meeting hers for the last time, ...free.

Islet's jaw trembled as she tried to smile, and her vision blurred, her green eyes threatening to spill tears as Cog gently pressed his forehead to hers. Both Fae closed their eyes, now oblivious to the other dragons a distance from them. Islet wanted nothing more than for this moment to last forever. Gradually, she felt Cog's spirit fade from her grasp, and when she opened her eyes, he had vanished.

Islet's chest tightened as her heart broke. Silence now surrounded her, and when she remembered the other dragons, she craned her neck to look back to them again, but they, too, had left. Finally, she allowed her tears to fall.

“You know, Islet...”

The deep, rumbling voice behind her made her freeze.

“...I always knew that spending time with mortal dragons was a bad influence on you. Must I keep telling you?” sighed Thimbleweed.

Slowly, Islet turned to face the Imperial that towered over her. “That mortal was more dragon than you will ever be,” she spat.

“Oh, sure,” Thimbleweed said, nodding once, “and he was also more than just a dragon, wasn't he? He was a liar and a thief, for the gods' sakes.”

“It takes a liar to know a liar, doesn't it?” she shot. “I could have taught him so much—”

“And look at what he's done to you,” the huge dragon cut in, noting her falling tears. “How could you have wanted to be with somedrake who made you so...emotional?”

Islet's fins fanned out as she shot him a fierce glare. “What's so wrong with that?” Before Thimbleweed could answer, she added, “And what you said about Cog being a liar and thief...how are you any different? That contract you had those dragons sign...it was all so you could take those souls that they came here to rescue from Glaw, and you didn't even tell them.”

“Ah, but I did show them the entire contract. Even if they didn't get to read the fine print before signing, it still counts when it's present before them.”

“You tried to cheat,” Islet accused him.

“I have my ways about going around things,” Thimbleweed said, shrugging. “Besides,” he added, his bright cyan eyes piercing hers in a funny way, “the wizard figured me out so I didn't get to collect a single soul...” he trailed off, pausing, and allowing a slow grin to stretch from ear to ear as he stared down to the beautiful blue Fae, “but that doesn't mean I'm leaving empty-pawed.”

Before Islet could respond or move, agony stabbed her wings and she screamed in pain when the thorns of a cactus released its hold.

“Oh, I know it hurts,” Thimbleweed's deep voice soothed. “But, from the souls that I have managed to contain, I have enough power to grant you a new pair of wings...if you agree to stay with me forever.”

Islet attempted to lift her dark wings, but they only hung limp and stiff at her sides, and she gasped heavily. “You're insane,” she whispered hoarsely, but just enough for him to hear her.

“No,” Thimblweed said, smiling bigger. “It takes a perfectly sane dragon to know what he's doing,” he added, leaning down and staring into her green eyes.

Frantic, desperate, Islet strained to raise her wings, screaming with the effort as she beat them as swift as she could, causing the desert dust to gather in massive clouds, surrounding both dragons.

Thimbleweed shut his eyes tight against the cloud of dirt that now tried to choke him. Releasing an explosive sneeze, some of the dust had cleared, and he roared in fury.

“ISLET! WHERE ARE YOU?!”

She could only run. She heard him crashing behind her, trampling over more cacti and sending rocks flying past her. She didn't stop. She couldn't stop. Islet ran blindly through what dust was left that clouded her vision, and hoping it did the same for Thimbleweed. She gasped and choked for air as she sprinted, darting past cacti, her heart thundering in panic whenever her hood caught on the spines.

Islet didn't know for how long she ran, nor did she care. She would not use any magic now, either, lest Thimbleweed find her. She could still hear his furious and desperate roaring, though it gradually grew quieter. Was she losing him now? She still didn't stop.

The dust cloud cleared ahead, and Islet glanced up for a moment to gaze to the sky. She must have been running for hours, for it was nearly night, and her breathing came in ragged gasping. Suddenly, her feet splashed in shallow water. She must have reached the edge of the Sea.

When she thought she hadn't heard him for some time, Islet stumbled, and allowed herself to collapse in a shallow pool of water. Struggling to control her breathing, her throat burned with the effort as she dragged herself to hide behind some rocks encrusted in barnacles.

“Oh, Islet...” Thimbleweed's soothing voice echoed around her.

Islet tried to swallow her panic as she began to catch her breath.

“...I'm sorry if I scared you...”

How much longer could this go on? Islet couldn't run from him forever, and she needed to heal her wings. But if she used her magic now, even hidden from his sight, it would surely attract the Imperial's senses.

“...but you're leaving me no choice...”

Sucking in deep, steady breaths, Islet didn't move.

“...and I promise I won't hurt you anymore...”

A single tear rolled down her cheek.

“...all you have to do is one simple task...” Thimbleweed's hiss sounded much closer, now.

Islet's heart thundered in her chest.

“...create more life and deliver that energy to me...”

She shut her eyes tight—

“AZOTH?!” roared Thimbleweed in shock and hatred.

—and slowly opened them again.

“I was going to say it was nice to see you again, Tumbleweed,” Islet recognized Azoth's husky voice greet the Imperial, “but you seem a tad frazzled. Has my collar been treating you well?”

Thimbleweed's face creased in a fierce scowl as he glared down to the portly brown dragon before him.

Azoth's face betrayed a feigned pout. “Oh, did it give you more burns after other dragons discovered your true motives?”

“I would have gotten away with more power if it hadn't been for you and that meddling wizard!” Thimbleweed's roar thundered over the storm. “And after what she did to your brother, we could have used her power for ourselves!” He paused, then spying Azoth's tattered wings and neck fins. “You could have had your revenge on her, too, for what she did to you.”

Azoth shrugged. “Couldn't really fly before, anyway.”

Thimbleweed then allowed a small grin to creep up. “If you help me capture her, we could be unstoppable. You could even have the power to bring Cog back.”

Azoth frowned. “Back? What do you mean?”

“I mean that your little brother is dead,” the Imperial's smile stretched. “She murdered him. Islet.”

“The fairy she-drake?” Azoth now sounded skeptical. “Last I heard she was never to be seen again.”

“Not so! She's cowering here somewhere, if we can find her—”

“And she already made it pretty clear to me that she belongs to nodrake,” Azoth then nodded back to his torn wings.

“Aren't you listening?” Thimbleweed snarled. “Don't you want some of that power for yourself? We'd have the ability to bring your dead brother back!”

“Just go,” Azoth growled low, stamping his staff once into the desert floor.

Thimbleweed suddenly winced as a powerful blaze burned into his neck. The iron band flared bright orange as it seared his scales. “AAGH! ALRIGHT!” When the burning ceased, he peered back down to Azoth. “You know, once I find a way out of this scrap metal, you are really going to wish you never crossed me,” the Imperial sneered.

Azoth only gave him a small grin. “We'll see about that.”

Thimbleweed then vanished in a brilliant flash, and the dust around had cleared. Azoth sighed, turning to leave.

A light splash made him pause, and he turned to look back. A small cloaked figure was crouched in the shallow water of the Sea near some rocks. When it lifted its head, Azoth leaned down for a closer look, narrowing his eyes as he did so.

“Islet?” he whispered disbelievingly.

Her limbs shook as she attempted to rise, but Islet only fell again, the water splashing around her. When Azoth stalked closer, Islet froze, her green eyes stretching round.

Azoth stopped, noting her fearful expression. “I'm not going to touch you.”

Islet narrowed her own eyes, frowning up at him. “You work for Glaw.”

“Ah, well, not anymore, as of today,” Azoth began awkwardly. “Since he left, everydrake back at his fortress decided it be a good idea to trash the place, so looks like I won't be in any hurry back there. Lucky for you, though, it seems, eh?”

“Glaw left?” Islet's hoarse voice whispered. “Where...oh no...”

“He went after those dragons that came to rescue the souls that were—that we stole.” When Azoth saw her eyes widen in fear again, he continued, “I wouldn't worry, the wizard is a strong one, he may be powerful enough to stop Glaw. If he has help.”

Islet released a shaky sigh. “We can only hope.”

Azoth said nothing for several moments as he studied her. Sighing, he added quietly, “Is it true? About Cog?”

Islet lifted her head weakly, meeting his gaze again. Another tear rolled down her face when she answered. “He's at peace, now,” she sniffled.

Azoth didn't reply. Heaving a sigh, he lowered his staff, holding the knobbed end towards Islet. When she didn't move or speak, Azoth said, “Grab on. I can take you away from here.”

“Why are you helping me?” Islet wondered.

Azoth gave her a small smile. “I haven't forgotten what you did to my wings, and I've learned my lesson about trying to catch you. And if I don't help you, Cog might come back himself and haunt me.”

Islet said nothing more. She hesitated, before giving in and grasping onto the staff. Once she managed a firm enough grip, Azoth lifted her up, gently placing her down onto his broad back. When he felt her settle between his shoulders, he set off at a steady pace into the night.

Continued in Azoth, Part 2

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