Arlund

"Are you sure about this one?" Pegasus questions, being uncomfortable with the possibility of sudden blizzards. "Couldn't we have gone to a clan in the Frigid Floes or Snowsquall Tundra?" But before he was answered, a large shadow appears above as a stunning stone imperial comes down to greet them. The clan they mentioned did mention there'd be a guide to the burrow. "You.. are Arlund and Co, yes?" "Yes", Arlund replied, "And you are?" "Oswakal. I'll be guiding you to the clan." Thus the entourage was taken on a walk to a circle of withered evergreen trees with some strangely dark shadows, and as some of the shadows weaved away alongside a glimpse of a wildclaw, Arlund could see the hole into the clan in the center of the trees.
Oswakal led the group down the tunnel where a warmth was already welcoming them. Entering the Main Hall, Arlund could see a good number of guardians around the two thrones, on which yet another guardian sat alongside a small skydancer. The beauty of the hall was mystifying: Beautiful colors of yellow and pale blue reflecting and shining through the formations of solid pure ice on the walls, mainly illuminating the thrones, the cozy, blanket-lined pockets on the left wall, and of course the entourage themselves. Yes, there was an interesting consistent feeling of dread, but the strong presence of light magic and ice magic weaving together covered it.
The gentle but firm voice of the guardian on the throne would be enough to pull the grouping forward. She dismisses the group behind Arlund, and as Arlund goes to bow she stops him. "No need to bow, prince. We as a group of guardians shall gladly welcome you like family. I am Blackscale, and my charge is in protecting and uniting the clan as a whole." And she goes around, introducing the other guardians, including Turek, whose charge lies in helping everyone see in the darkness that would be the underground through control over light magic and manipulation of ice magic, Baroque, a formidable guard who supposedly takes charge in protecting the clan but really just cares for protecting his own victory and pride in battle, Darkfang, no one knows why it was present for this gathering of guardians, Ferrovax, who takes charge in protecting the clan engineer and helps with everything technology, Simoeis, who strives to help others in any way she can but is also looking for her charge, Vendetta, daughter of Blackscale who has taken after he in taking charge of healing and caring for others, and lastly Raymundo, also daughter of Blackscale who says her charge is in healing but she is certainly more investing in learning magic.

Anbar and Pegasus meanwhile have fun chatting to Azure, the skydancer on the other throne, Kopra has wander off to the healer's den to learn and chat with the other healers/caretakers, and the guards are off with the clan guards chatting up something about the clan arena. Jax stayed by Arlund the whole time, the constant feeling of dread the clan carries just setting him off. Arlund found he didn't like Baroque's brashness and self-centered goals, and remembers he doesn't like fighting. Turek was very invested in magic, though seemed stressed and tired by the end of their interactions, and the space around them was noticeably duller. Her studies of the combination of the elemental magics was interesting nonetheless. The two sisters didn't seem to intrigued in conversation, Vendetta didn't have much to say about being a healer and Raymundo kept going off-topic. Ferrovax went on long rants about technology, but the artist that is Arlund kept getting lost by her words. It's hard to understand half of the technology-related words she speaks. Darkfang just stared from several different eyes of multiple colors hidden by drooping slick moss and weeds. Blackscale dismissed them, and they responded in far too many voices before slinking off. Blackscale herself was happy to teach Arlund in the ways of leading a clan through talking to and learning about all of your citizens, and that there are many ways to learn about your citizens and their individuals skills, including through art. The mention of art greatly intrigued Arlund, and she noted that making art of others can teach you a dragon's traits, personality, and skills.

The clan gave the entourage great delicious meals, comfortable guest dens, and plenty of entertainment in the library and clan arena. Kopra learned new healing techniques and got a few new special herbs, and some of the braver dragons of the entourage got the terrifying fun of feeding Zudal in the bonfire. The group departs to the next clan happy, though some pockets were certainly lighter despite everything being free.

The first stop of Arlund and his entourage was at a large, overgrown skyisland. After flying to the Hoverview Vale, one of the skyislands stood out. It was covered in lush overgrowth, and Kopra was particularly interested in seeing what plants were growing there. Upon exploring the skyisland the group came across a large clearing in the forest. When they investigated further they noticed many training dummies and targets set up, and a family of guardians training. Since Arlund was seeking his charge he was excited at the opportunity to speak with other guardians. The Guardians introduced themselves as Luuk, Boon, and their 5 children. Luuk was training her 4 youngest hatchling, while Boon and the oldest son Akka where just trying to keep all the little ones contained. They then asked what Arlund and his entourage's business here was. Arlund answered that he was seeking out his charge. After hearing this Luuk offered to help by training him, for Luuk's charge was to help others train. "If your charge is to protect someone, or something, then you must be strong, and i can help you with that!" Luuk said. Arlund was thrilled at the thought so he informed Pegasus to fetch his finest armor.

Now that Arlund was properly equipped, he asked Luuk "what shall they do first"? "well we must head to the mire!" Luuk said "mire?!" Arlund recoiled "but what are all these training targets for then?!" Luuk laughed "the dummies are for hatchlings! us? we seek monsters!" Arlund was rather apprehensive but it was to late now...
Now that they have flown down to the mire, Arlund attempted to not touch any of the suspiciously colored water. "did we really need to come here?" Arlund asked "Yes." Luuk replied "oh and dont worry, the muddy water will be the least of your worries."

"what?"

Luuk then smirked, and tossed a rock in to the reeds. several angry growls and yelps could be heard as an entire pack of silt wolves crawled out from the foliage. "3 of them, that's not to bad" Luuk shrugged. Arlund and luuk came out of the battle mostly unharmed, but Arlund concluded that fighting was not for him...

While Arlund my not have had a great time, Kopra learned several new healing techniques from the clan's doctors, and shared some of her own. And Anbar was able to create some arrangements in good faith with this clan despite Arlunds rather disapproving attitude, and he was ready to leave as soon as he could...

"Are you sure you read that map correctly Anbar," growled Artorious. The menacing dark Mirror male glared at the Pearlcatcher that stood five tail lengths away with a piece of parchment clasped in his claws.

Anbar, frustration only evident in the rough flick of his wrists that made the parchment snap, murmured in response more to himself than any of the entourage. "The map led us right to this spot. There is nothing but Starwood trees and moss!"

Prince Arlund produced a soft hum. "Perhaps this letter was sent in jest? It was a Storm Seeker that stood guard over the letter after all."

Anbar turned to face his liege. "Normally I would agree with you Your Highness. But... I... It was strange. I felt compelled to look at the letter when that infernal bird squawked at us. And when I reached for it there were... voices."

Artorious huffed, "The work of a mischievous Fae, no doubt."

Anbar turned away from the group and slapped the parchment with the back of his right forepaw. "The map is so detailed! So deliberate. A mere prank wouldn't go this far!"

Kopra, the herbalist of the group who so happened to be a Fae, rattled her frills. "Maybe you need to look up?"

Confused eyes fell on the Herbalist Fae. She shook her tiny head and pointed a delicate paw up. "It is easy to forget how... vertical... the domain of the Arcanist truly is. Especially after our travels to the lands of the Icewarden and Lightkeeper respectively. Remember, the last time we were in these lands was quite a while ago."

All eyes were cast upward. In the span of a minute or so, islands of varying sizes soared in orbit high in the sky. It was almost as if gravity barely kept them in check. One island in particular seemed to be slowing down. Or perhaps it was merely an illusion of the eye due to its size. Prince Arlund flinched and jerked his head when a sudden whisper sounded in his ear.

"This way... Young Prince..."

Arlund hissed, "What way?"

Artorious asked, "Did you say something Your Highness?"

Anbar fixed Arlund in a stern gaze. "Did you hear that too, Your Majesty?"

Arlund frowned as he looked to his entourage. "I heard a male dragon's voice... he seems to be calling us."

Artorious sniffed derisively. "What kind of Clan is this Sanguinem Luna anyway? Where is the escort? Is this truly how we should expect them to treat us? With smoke and mirrors?"

Pegasus, who had been quiet through most of the exchange, spoke up. "I think this is a test of sorts."

Even more confused stares, even from the highly perceptive Anbar.

Pegasus coughed and his feathered wings shifted. "Well think about it Anbar," he said, "This is the most formal of invitations for the Prince's company so far. To what purpose would this endeavor serve? What might be the interest of a clan to invite a Prince? The nature of the invitation itself is unnerving in a way, discussing virtue prior to issuing the language of invite. The only clues we have are the writings of this Tacet'Mare, the author of the invitation letter."

Anbar and Prince Arlund were slowly nodding their heads. Anbar spoke up, "I think I understand Pegasus. And I see the logic. Indeed, why speak of virtue when a simple 'Come visit our clan' would suffice? The author... seemed to know of the nature of his Highness's travels. Perhaps a seer of some kind?"

Arlund frowned. "But what would this author be testing? Our ability to read a map?"

Pegasus rolled his shoulders.

Jax, the Banescale of the group, finally spoke up. "Instead of flapping your gums, why not just ask the fluffy Gaoler gawking at us?"

Startled, the group followed Jax's gaze to see the Gaoler male standing sentinel just on the edge of the Starwood trees. A magnificent crown of snowy white antlers adorned the Gaoler which added to the sense of quiet command he exuded in his aura. Stripes of crimson red marred the snowy hide and bled into the stunning red mane that framed the entourage's unwarranted observer. Stepping away from the Starwood trees, this Gaoler male moved with steady strides that belied a power that could tear a tree from its roots.

Arlund swallowed. It was the first time that he felt such an unnerving aura and he could see that it wasn't just himself that sensed it. Pegasus's feathers seemed to wilt and his eyes bulged wide. Even Anbar seemed at a loss for words.

Stomping up to meet the Gaoler half way, Artorious growled, "State your business Gaoler. You approach his Majesty Prince Arlund of Lucendi Tempestas!"

The Gaoler male's voice rumbled deep, reverberating through the cores of the ensembled. His accent, heavy as it was, commanded even Jax's attention. "Well met, Prince Arlund. I greet you on behalf of Tacet'Mare, The Eyes of the Matriarch. I am Audens'Cor Ladarius, Captain of the Day's Watch of Sanguinem Luna. You may call me Captain Ladarius if you wish."

Anbar seemed to shake himself out of whatever stayed his tongue. He stepped to the right side of Artorious and said, "Thank you for meeting us Captain Ladarius. Truthfully we did not know what to expect when we arrived here. I, and his Highness included, were under the impression that we would meet Tacet'Mare. Was it only yourself that was sent?"

Ladarius nodded slowly to the positive. "Indeed, I was sent to fetch you from the rendezvous point. As our island soars in high orbit around Focal Point, it would be difficult to guide you by mere parchment. The fanfare that your compatriots seemed to be expecting will be held upon your arrival at the Crystal Spire."

Captain Ladarius took a step backward. He asked, "If you would follow me?"

Prince Arlund nodded his affirmation. "Lead on."

As Prince Arlund moved to follow after Captain Ladarius, he couldn't help but notice that Artorious whispered toward Anbar. "Look at the scars on that one. I don't think those are Shadebeast caused."

Anbar hissed. "Caution, we don't want him to take offense to your muttering. Whatever the cause of his injuries, they seem to be relatively minor. He seems to be moving just fine."

With that, to the entourage's surprise, Captain Ladarius jumped high into the air. The athletic feat was impressive and even more so once the Gaoler's glowing violet eyes summoned a platform. Shimmering with violet light, Ladarius used the platform as a springboard and jumped even higher.

Kopra was the first to speak. Typical of Fae she spoke in monotone, "Quick, take wing before we lose sight of him. Now this is starting to feel more like a test."

Arlund was flying beside Jax. The Prince addressed his friend. "That makes sense. It is my understanding that Gaolers are more or less flightless without the aid of magic."

Jax responded with a nod to the positive. "And that is part of why Gaolers are so dangerous Highness. Their magic reserves are incredible."

Arlund mused. "I think I want to do some painting when we get settled in the Clan. Just this approach to this clan has been such a sight."

Jax hummed, "With your rank I'm sure our host will be able to accommodate."

Ladarius led the entourage to the large sky island that floated above. Passing by fearsome fangs of earth and crystal, the Gaoler finally cleared the rim and only ascended higher. When the entourage caught up they saw why. A vast land sprawled out beneath them, as if a giant claw took a piece from Sornieth's hide and threw it skyward.

Arlund found himself taking a pause. He couldn't help but stare at the giant inland sea that dominated the center of the island. At the center of everything was a crystal fang of the Crystalspine Reaches, carved into a magnificent citadel reminiscent of a rose bud on the verge of blooming. Titanic bolts of Arcane Magic, that he had initially mistaken for Lightning, arched through the sky above and connected the tallest peaks with the central palace. He hadn't noticed it, but they had passed through a magical barrier similar to the Astrolodome. The landscape was dynamic from the crystalline mountains to the north to the wind kissed Starwood trees of the mighty forest below.

Captain Ladarius called over the wind, "We are heading for the Crystal Spire, the castle in the sea!"

Excited, Arlund folded his wings and dove after Ladarius. Once he caught up to the Gaoler, the Prince asked, "What manner of Dragon is our host Tacet'Mare? His rank sounds important."

Captain Ladarius responded, "Tacet'Mare is a Water Imperial that is among the oldest that remains awake in our clan. He serves my Grandmother Magna'Mater; one of the Founders of Sanguinem Luna Clan. Even to this day he safeguards her sleeping body as well as the others of her and her husband's Court. I believe he issued the invitation to you on their behalf."

Arlund continued, "Will I see these sleeping elders? I'll be frank Captain, a chamber of slumbering elders sounds creepy. Why is it that they sleep?"

Captain Ladarius answered, "My Grandfather, Magna'Patrem, suffered a grievous injury a long time ago. In a show of solidarity, they all entered the healing hibernation and transferred leadership of the Clan to my Father."

Arlund perked up, "Ah, so I shall meet your father as well? So that makes you similar to me, yes? A Prince?"

Captain Ladarius shook his head to the negative. "Perhaps once but no longer. My cousin on my father's side overthrew my father and seized leadership of the Clan. You will be presented before Tenebris'Cor, Reigning Patriarch of Sanguinem Luna."

That almost gave pause to Arlund's wings. "Wait... A coup? How recent?"

Captain Ladarius answered, "About a hundred and fifty years ago, give a couple decades now."

Arlund resumed following after Ladarius but at a far slower pace. "Is the... um... animosity still prevalent?"

Captain Ladarius turned his head. He tried to soften his tone. "You and your entourage are guests of the court by Tacet'Mare's demand. Not a soul shall dare harm you."

Arlund frowned. "So that is a yes."

Captain Ladarius landed on an outcrop of crystal that served as the landing pad for the main entrance to the Crystal Spire. A menacing cavern mouth yawned with jagged crystalline teeth before the group. Ladarius took a few steps before turning his head to the gathered. "Wait here for me to announce your arrival. Come in when you hear the Prince's name."

There was a heavy silence prior to a booming voice echoing from inside the Crystal Spire. Surprisingly, it didn't sound like it was Ladarius himself that was speaking.

"Announcing the arrival of Prince Arlund of Lucendi Tempestas and his entourage!"

Prince Arlund with his standard bearer closely flanking him stepped into the gloom beyond the yawning crystal mouth. He entered a chamber of incredible size, filled to the brim with dragons that had made way for him. Prince Arlund could see Ladarius stalking to his left, subtly guiding him forward. The aura of sheer power within this chamber was crushing. Prince Arlund was doing everything in his power to maintain his decorum. Mage lights, small and yet bright, danced across the free space to light up the crystalline chamber. Upon looking forward, Prince Arlund spied a creature that he could only describe as darkness incarnate. The Skydancer pair did nothing to exude any warmth. The male, dressed in dark cloth and sporting a menacing bird's skull over his left shoulder, produced a low hiss.

"Welcome to Sanguinem Luna," he said, "Honored Guest. I am Patriarch Tenebris'Cor and to my left is my wife, Matriarch Tenebris'Terra."

Tenebris'Terra, while not as darkly garbed as her husband, was dressed in purples and royal finery. A soft scraping sound accompanied her tail shifting a particularly sharp looking tail bangle chain. She merely hummed as she seemed to assess Prince Arlund.

Anbar stole up to his Prince's side and gave him a soft nudge.

Prince Arlund spoke in his best Court voice, clear and crisp in tone, "I thank you for your hospitality Patriarch and yours as well Matriarch. Your realm is grand and I'm certain that I shall find incredible inspiration for my art."

"To call upon the familiar," rumbled a different and sonorous male voice, "In an unfamiliar place belies a hidden fear."

Prince Arlund whipped his head around so that he could identify the speaker. His eyes immediately found a parting in the crowd that held a titanic water Imperial. Dark cloth rustled as the great behemoth of an Imperial limped forward.

Ladarius's voice softly hissed in Prince Arlund's ear, "That is your host, Tacet'Mare."

Prince Arlund was impressed that Ladarius had snuck up on him so well.

A harsh snort erupted from Tenebris'Cor. "Right down to business as always, Old One."

Tenebris'Terra's voice echoed her husband at a sinister hiss, "Doesn't even seem keen on offering the whelp a room."

Tenebris'Cor hissed at his wife, "We actually have rooms?"

Tenebris'Terra sniffed, "Of course not. We'll have to bunk them down in the Training Hall."

Prince Arlund found it hard to take his eyes off of the approaching elder Imperial but he couldn't help casting a glance at the ruling pair. He was about to respond to them however Tacet'Mare spoke once again.

"Fear not," said the ancient water Imperial, "I would not have invited you here if there wasn't room to house you. And certainly not in the undignified manner that these two suggest. Pay them no heed, Tenebris'Terra's jests are... an acquired taste."

A billowing plume of steam erupted from under the dark mask that adorned Tenebris'Cor's face. "Ah, yes. That would make sense... Do with your guests as you will, Old One."

Prince Arlund couldn't help the shudder that ran down his spine. He quickly stepped after Tacet'Mare when the elder Imperial brushed by him. In a clamor of claws and scales, Prince Arlund's entourage was quick to follow. They were led down a gloomy tunnel that remained level with the grand hall they were just in. Mage lights floated at the odd interval and didn't caste very much light.

Anbar spoke up, "Elder Tacet'Mare, why is this hall so dim? You expect to host royalty here?"

Tacet'Mare paused at a junction in the tunnel, where another cave mouth yawned on his left. He turned to face his guests. "Would you expect me to host your liege in a toxic miasma?"

That stunned Anbar, his jaws worked but no sound came out.

Antorious spoke up, "And why would you imply that your clan's nest is dangerous?"

Prince Arlund turned his head to look upon his entourage. "It's not the nest per say, it's the denizens. The Patriarch and Matriarch were not impressed with us in the slightest. They were going to make us sleep on a training ground floor for Stormcatcher's sake."

Tacet'Mare nodded. "The Prince's perception is sharp. This chamber-"

He waved a massive gauntleted right forepaw to indicate the yawning cave mouth beside him.

"Was once mine. I have kept them clean and there is plenty of space for you all. And by the Great Mother's light, you shall not be harmed..."

Prince Arlund rattled his frills when he heard the Elder Imperial add a soft murmur.

"Until the test... but even then... I'm hopeful."

Tacet'Mare took a few steps away from the cavern mouth. He dipped his head slightly. "If you please, I will fetch some refreshments for you all. I will meet with his Highness after you have the opportunity to rest."

Prince Arlund dipped his head in acknowledgement. "Thank you, Elder Tacet'Mare."

After the entourage was settled, Artorious grumbled. "I don't see how he can expect you to rest. Our host is cryptic and this entire place... smells wrong."

Prince Arlund shook his head to the negative. "I'm going to have to respectfully disagree with you Artorious. This place is unfamiliar to us, our host a mystery, and it sets us all on edge. They are testing our ability to conduct ourselves with decorum. Everywhere I looked in that main chamber I saw such vibrancy and intelligence behind the eyes of those I beheld. Well, except for the Patriarch. That six eyed mask would make him hard to read during any attempt from me. Pegasus? What say you?"

Pegasus ruffled his feathers and shook his head. "Sorry Prince, you caught me while I dwelled in my thoughts. You are right in that we are being tested; I've sensed that much. The Patriarch and Matriarch were unreadable. Their auras were held in gray calm to ward off any Skydancer sensory. So at least whatever the court was discussing before our arrival held no negative impact toward us. Come to think about it, there was no sense of malice from any of the individuals gathered in that hall."

Anbar grumbled, "And yet none of us can shake this feeling... as if something looms overhead."

Pegasus nodded in affirmation. "Exactly friend. I think... I feel helpless. Like my connection to the Windsinger's power is diminished. When we entered this clan's territory, after passing through that magical membrane, my magic feels dulled."

Artorious thumped his tail. "Exactly! That's what is wrong! I feel no connection to the Lightweaver here."

The others expressed similar sensations of loss. Prince Arlund flexed his right forepaw and nodded his affirmation too. "Do you think it is the Arcanist's doing?"

None answered, unsure. Prince Arlund took a deep breath and exhaled heavily. "I wonder what kind of test our host has in store for me? I overheard him mutter about it briefly before his departure."

Anbar rumbled, "Our only clue is his letter. 'Only through courage and perseverance may we catch a glimpse of what virtue truly dwells within.' Haunting to say the least. My bet is it is a combat trial, much like the other clans we've visited."

"Perhaps instead of speculating about it," rumbled the sonorous voice of Tacet'Mare, "The Prince simply comes with me to see with his own two eyes?"

Artorious jumped up and bared his fangs. "Not without us! If it is to be a combat trial then we must be in attendance!"

Tacet'Mare's response washed firm over the gathered, "Your entire quest is to aid the Prince in his Search. Tell me, is the Search not a coming of age ceremony sacred to all Guardians? To enter adulthood? Every adult must come to terms with the lonely path of independence and self-reliance. Tell me, what is the difference between support and coddling?”

None of the Prince’s entourage dare challenge the Elder’s question but Artorious bristled in malcontent. Prince Arlund waved his forepaw toward his companions. “Perhaps at least promising my safety will set their minds at ease? Will my test be dangerous?”

Tacet’Mare answered, “That will depend solely upon you, Your Highness. I will be at your side every step of the way. You will be returned to your companions regardless of the outcome.”

Prince Arlund frowned. It was like pulling a Mirror’s fang. “Whole?”

Tacet’Mare rolled his shoulders and produced a low huff. “Whole. None the wiser if it goes poorly.”

Prince Arlund finally nodded in affirmation. That didn't sound so bad at all. "I am ready."

Tacet'Mare rumbled, "This way."

Prince Arlund was amazed that Tacet'Mare didn't lead deeper into the depths of the Crystal Spire. The young Guardian royal could hear distant dragon voices down below through a main tunnel that led off of the main hall. Instead they took a winding corridor that ascended higher. The corridor was just as dimly lit as the rest of the Crystal Spire.

Prince Arlund didn't care for the silence. He asked, "So where are you taking me?"

Tacet'Mare responded, "To Titan's Rest, where my friends slumber. There is a portal that will take us where we need to go."

Prince Arlund frowned, "And that is?"

Tacet'Mare answered, "To the depths of your soul."

Prince Arlund was about to ask further however he followed Tacet'Mare into a chamber that froze his legs in place. The crystal chamber wasn't as grand as the main hall down below however there was no mistaking the faces of dragons within the walls. Guardians, Mirrors, Imperials, and Skydancers were among the most of the species that Prince Arlund could see. He felt himself being pulled toward the center of the chamber.

Arcane magic crackled down two huge support pillars; the angry snaps of the bolts lent a sinister aura to the entire chamber when Prince Arlund found himself staring at the countenance of a black scaled Mirror caught mid roar in the left paw pillar. The right side pillar held a Skydancer with a violet gaze as faceted as the crystal that held him. It was the male Skydancer in the right side pillar that made Prince Arlund back away. Trembling, Prince Arlund spoke to Tacet'Mare.

"W-What is this place, Elder?"

Tacet'Mare rumbled, "Titan's Rest. Where the founders of the clan slumber, as well as some high esteemed guests."

A menacing masculine hiss echoed through the chamber. He lies!

Prince Arlund nearly jumped out of his scales. He looked to Tacet'Mare however the elder didn't seem to hear the hissing voice. The Prince asked, "Did you hear that?"

Tacet'Mare tilted his head. "Hm, maybe there is some promise to you. No, I didn't hear anything. Whatever you heard must have been for your ears alone. But be careful Majesty, every single individual slumbering in these walls will test you if given the chance."

The menacing masculine hiss echoed in Prince Arlund's ears. You're to be trapped here, Whelp. Just like me!

Prince Arlund looked around. His Lightning Flight heritage coming forward to try and find the source of the disembodied voice. He tried to keep his voice calm but a tremor still warbled through, "Elder... are the dragons sleeping in these crystals or are they... awake?"

Tacet'Mare hummed. "Some have lost interest in you and have returned to slumber. Fear not, I doubted they wished to participate to begin with. The others are eager for the test to begin."

Prince Arlund gawked at Tacet'Mare. "Wait, the test hasn't even begun?!"

Tacet'Mare tilted his head. "Of course not. You need to step through the portal before you to begin that."

Prince Arlund stared at the gap between the two central pillars. Both male dragons encased within the pillars, the roaring Mirror and the sagacious Skydancer respectively, both seemed to radiate powerful auras that told Prince Arlund to turn back and never return. However there was a shimmering surface that was held in suspension between the pillars. Prince Arlund was amazed that he didn't notice it before. It pulsed every time a bolt of Arcane magic ripped across the surface of the pillars.

The menacing masculine voice hissed in Prince Arlund's ears. You do not have the strength for what lies before you. Turn back, artist!

Prince Arlund stared in horror. As he heard the voice's hiss, he could see the violet eyes of the black scaled Mirror glowing a violent aura through the crystal. The Prince felt as if he could feel the snap of the menacing Mirror's jaws, just ready to strike. What kind of suspended animation was this?!

A different male voice whispered in the air. The sound was warm yet powerful. It was the sagacious Skydancer’s eyes that glowed violet this time. You, the artist that stands before this threshold, have traveled far but not near far enough. What makes you think you are ready to face what lies beyond the veil of space and time?

Prince Arlund worked his jaws but found no words. “I… I do not know. He invited me here.”

Without thinking, Prince Arlund waved his paw in Tacet’Mare’s direction.

The barking laugh of the menacing male voice raged through Arlund’s entire frame. So the Prince is lead by the nose to wherever others dictate? Bwah ha ha ha!

Prince Arlund bristled. “That’s not true! I could’ve said no!”

The warmer and calmer voice asked. So what told you to say yes? Blind curiosity?

Prince Arlund swallowed. “A leap of faith. That maybe I’d find some answer to the question that haunts my every step. Who am I?”

The sagacious Skydancer asked, But what even are you? How can you answer who without what?

Prince Arlund blinked. “But that is easy! I’m a Guardian.”

The menacing voice snorted.

The sagacious voice asked, And what is a Guardian?

Prince Arlund answered, "A Guardian is a dragon species that is destined to find a charge to protect. To be put simply, a protector. Any hatchling would know that."

The menacing voice rumbled with mirth. So what is it that you protect, Artist?

That stumped Prince Arlund and he felt tricked into a corner. "I... that is the entire reason I am here! To find what it is I am to protect!"

Tacet'Mare's voice washed over Prince Arlund like a wave. "Breathe, Your Majesty. Think."

Prince Arlund turned his head to look to Tacet'Mare. He was completely stunned by the realization that every step he took was a test. And all it took was the Elder's calm voice to draw him out of the murky depths of his thoughts. "So you did lie. Everything was a test."

Tacet'Mare tilted his head. "It is neither a truth nor a lie until you decide what the definition of test encompasses. Does life test you with experiences, Majesty?"

Prince Arlund found himself looking down at his paws. "I can not disagree with that question, Elder."

The sagacious Skydancer's voice hissed. So what did this experience test? What have you learned?

Prince Arlund lifted his head to look toward the two pillars and the two dragons within. They were so different and yet so alike, like brothers. "This experience tested my critical thinking and ability to reflect upon myself. I came to this place expecting something different than what I received. I... upon some thought... have an answer for your first question... Your Majesty."

The sagacious Skydancer's voice thrummed throughout the chamber. Which is?

Prince Arlund answered, "I am not ready. I do not know what truths lie beyond that shimmering threshold the pair of you guard. While there is the chance that I may learn if I do step inside, it is more likely that I will blindly miss those lessons even if I do have Elder Tacet'Mare here with me as Proctor."

The menacing Mirror's voice sighed with disappointment. How droll. Not a complete fool.

The sagacious Skydancer's voice said. With that, there is nothing further to discuss Young Prince. Your path will take you far before the questions you ask may find answers. Do not despair in the search, relish every opportunity to learn. Farewell.

After the dismissal, Tacet'Mare led Prince Arlund back to his friends. Along the way, Prince Arlund asked, "Was I right when I addressed the Skydancer that spoke? Was he the previous King?"

Tacet'Mare answered, "Yes. I was impressed by your ability to figure out his rank, despite how he lost his crown during the Coup. His name is Arcyng. The other is his eldest brother, and Tenebris'Cor's father, Noctis'Timore."

Arlund said, "Arcyng reminded me so much of my own father when he spoke. Elder, I know I failed this test but why is it that I don't feel so disappointed?"

Tacet'Mare spoke, "Simple really. It is a failure that will in the end make you a wiser dragon. Failure is a harsh but incredible teacher. But let me ask you this. Did you really fail? Are you never going to seek the answer to what lies beyond the veil of space and time? Never stop seeking answers?"

Prince Arlund shook his head. "No, I'm not going to stop seeking answers to my questions. There are just too many rattling in my head, haha!"

Tacet'Mare hummed. "There you have it. I'll return you to your entourage and let you continue your Search."

Prince Arlund couldn't keep the craggy Guardian smile at bay. "Thank you, Elder Tacet'Mare."

“It feels weird to be back under Lightweaver’s nation again.” Anbar said as the group landed. “Weird? Hopefully that is not synonimous with uncomfortable, friend?” the prince asked. Sure, he thought his search would take him (and companions) all over Sornieth, but he didn’t want to force anyone to go somewhere they didn’t want to. “No, not at all, your majesty. Not at all.”

“It certainly means that for me.” Artorious hissed, barely stepping out of the shadow of the tree he landed under. He didn’t have good memories of the afromentioned god, or her land. Kopra quietly cooed in his ear. “You are alright darling. I am with you, and we’ll be okay.”

“We shouldn’t be hostile…” Anbar started, and Kopra replied before Artorious bark out an insult or two at the diplomat. “Don’t start again, you two. We’re here for a reason, and we’re allowed to feel how we feel about it.” Still, she couldn’t help but be biased towards her mate, “You can go establish world peace if you want, Anbar. We are here to ensure that the prince stays safe and sound.

The prince, who had already had enough of their bickering, was with his other companions, the skydancer who was furiously fixing his clothes and the banescale that watched him with amusement in his eyes. “Seriously, Jax!” He complained, “I do believe that you can stick a better landing than that – one that does not involve getting dirt all over me.”

The banescale, in response, just flicked his tail, throwing up some more dust off the ground. “Sorry. It’s hard to land without arms, y’know.” He winked at Arlund to acknowledge his presence, asking him “So? Is this where you plan on staying for the night?” There was no clan in sight, which would certainly decrease the level of comfort of their stay. “I don’t mind, but I don’t think this one can sleep without a bed.”

“Excuse you?!” Pegasus replied, finally having cleaned himself off. “I can sleep without a bed!” Sure, he hadn’t before, but how hard could that be? “In fact, I will sleep right now!” The skydancer fussed, looking around for some cloth to lay on. Hearing Jax chuckle and seeing Arlund watch with slight amusement, he gave up and laid on the ground, trying not to think about all the dirt he was getting on his clothes.

“I didn’t think he’d do it.” Jax looked at Arlund. “Pegasus is a dragon of a who is used to a certain level of comfort, but his will proves to be stronger than his upbringing, time and time again.” Arlund replied, unsurprised by the skydancer’s decision. “I do not think this shall be our stop for the day though, as the Lightweaver’s blessing is still awake, so shall we be. Let us contiue to venture and find a more suitable place of rest.”

As if on cue, the two Ridgebacks who had landed early to secure the area returned, the younger one carrying a small dragon securely in her maw. The dragon didn’t seem very happy about the arrangement, evident by the way they were squirming around, and Dawnhawk eventually let them down.

The commotion brought the group closer, with Jax standing protectively between Arlund and the newly-freed dragon, Pegasus opening an eye from where he lay and Anbar rushing over towards the ridgebacks. Artorious and Kopra were out of sight – but Arlund was sure that they were close by. The mirror had a skill for blending in with the shadows, and he often took his lover in with him.

“Fengari, what is the situation?” Anbar asked, kind of horrified that the ridgeback ordered his subordinate to carry another dragon in her mouth. “We found this tundra spying on us!” he claimed, the scales on his back rising. “We have captured her and returned her to camp to be dispatched.”

“I was doing what now?” The tundra asked, trying to wriggle out of Dawnhawk’s arms. “I was just passing by!” seeing her efforts were in vain, she stopped struggling and turned to the group. “Please, you smell smart, tell them to let me go, I have places to be!”

“There seems to be a misunderstanding. – Dawnhawk, let our guest free please.” The ridgeback turned to Fengari, who gave her a hesitant nod, before letting go of the tundra. “I apologize for their… protectiveness.” Anbar decided was a good word, nodding at the ridgebacks to relax and go somewhere else. “We are travelling, and would like to ask you a few questions if you don’t mind.”

…

“I must apologize for my companions’ harsh reactions towards you, they are only concerned about my safety.” Arlund told Iris, who was finally freed from Anbar’s line of questioning. “Why are they so worried?” she asked. “You seem like a guy who’se perfectly capable of taking care of himself?”

“There are many unknowns in my search…” Arlund replied, “Many unprecedented dangers. Since starting my journeys across the land I’ve met many a muse, and some of them posed a real threat to myself and my companions, one even accused me of horrific crimes. So, when I decided to start my Search, my parents decided that would only be possible in the fellowship of our most trusted friends. Now, what is the purpose of your travels?”

“You talk funny. I’m just here to kick some shade-butts and find my sister.” Arlund gave a hearty chuckle at that. His manner of speech being unusual was something that the others told him quite often when he was outside of Tempestas, but usually people had more tact about the way they said it. “We are both in a Search, then!” he exclaimed. “That is plenty of reason to celebrate! Please, join our group for a feast and I shall honour this meeting of fate with a gift before we go in search of our own destinies.”

“Sure. I told your guy I’d take you guys to the nearest clan anyway.”

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The group approached a clearing past The Mirrorlight Promenade before Iris stopped them. “This is it.” She said. “The Radiant Sunshine Clan.” She seemed happy about having reached the clan, but her paws scratched the ground in impatience, itching for the next adventure.

“Will you not be accompanying us inside, dear friend?” Arlund asked the tundra. He’d taken a liking to the younger dragon, she was good company – not that his entourage weren’t – but she had more experience in adventuring and epic stories to tell that his group simply lacked.

“Nope.” Iris replied cheerfully. “I only said I’d get y’all to the clan. I’ve already spent two days with you, away from the road and now I just wanna get back to travelling. They’re nice though, I’m sure y’all will have a good time, I just don’t have any more time to waste.”

“Very well then.” Arlund said with a kind bow of his head. “If your travels ever take you to the realm of the Lord of Thunder and Lightning, please do spend some time at Lucendi Tempestas. I would be honoured to have you as a guest.”

“Sure. I dunno if I’ll ever go there – I probably should, the shade-suppressing crystal you talked about seems interesting – I’ll stop by if I get there. See y’all later!”

“Farewell, my free-spirited friend. May the gods bless your travels.”

The group approached the settlement with Anbar and Arlund in the front, followed closely by Dawnhawk, then Jax and Pegasus and finally Fengari, who had Kopra sitting on top of his head. The first dragon they saw was a massive guardian, who rivaled Arlund in size. “Greetings-“ Arlund started before he was interrupted by a less than welcoming voice snapping at their direction. “Who are you and what are you doing here?” Luminosa asked, eyes moving between Arlund and Anbar.

“We are in Search of my fate-“ Arlund started again, ever the kind gentleman. Unfortunately it seemed like the other dragon had no time for his pleasantries. “Your fate is not here, kiddo. Take your crew and leave.” She growled, clearly agitated. “We were told that there was a friendly clan that would let us stay over for a few days?” Anbar decided to try his luck with the lady – he was tired, and if anyone in the leadership of a clan of his homeland was willing to lend an ear to his ideals, he would be willing to try. “We are diplomats, and while we are searching for Prince Arlund’s charge, we are also looking for allies to do business with – we don’t mean any harm. We have diplomatic immunity, here, the seal is here.” He offered a scroll towards her, hoping it wouldn’t get ripped apart in their very first stop.

That seemed to do it for the guardian, who stretched her neck to take a look at the paper. It seemed legit, not that she would’ve been able to spot a fake one. Nonetheless, despite outnumbering her by quite a lot, they were yet to attack her directly, so she figured she might as well take them to the leaders and have them deal with the lot. “A’ight.” She said matter of factly, turning her back towards them, ready to lead them into the clan proper. She locked eyes with Anbar, “But your immunity is void…” her eyes briefly moved towards Arlund “…the moment one of yours…” before darting towards the tree where Artorius hid, watching the group intently, in a pose that was ready to strike the guardian down “…hurts one of mine.”

She led the group (now joined by Artorius as well) into the clan, where various dragons were going on about their day. Even though a lot of heads were turned towards them, no one really approached them until a small nocturne took a sharp dive right in front of Luminosa to greet them. “Hi,” she said, acknowledging the whole group, before asking Luminosa, “we got visitors?”

“Seems like it.” The guardian answered, speaking much more softly than moments before. “Can you get the guest den ready? They’re planning to stay for a few nights.” It was obvious that not being actively threatened by unseen dragons really eased her mind. “Sure,” Visia replied. “I’ll put Melody to it. Are you taking them to Laila’s den?” The guardian nodded in response, which prompted the nocturne to turn towards another dragon – who was drawing a painting of the scenery, and was yet to notice the group – and yell “HEY, VIPES!”

“DON’T CALL ME THAT!” Viper replied, annoyed by his cousin’s antics. He turned to see what she wanted – squinting softly at the group. There were a lot of dragons. “WHAT?” he asked, deciding that he’d ask Visia what was up with all those strangers later. “Can you go and fetch Laila & Androlos? Last I saw they were near the kitchen.” She replied. “WHAT?” he asked again, annoyed that his cousin had randomly decided to whisper. “GET LAILA AND ANDROLOS FROM THE KITCHEN. WE HAVE VISITORS.” Luminosa led the group towards a big den as the skydancer gave a begrudging “OKAY!” to them – clearly, he didn’t want to be interrupted, but he was willing and able to do as told.
“This is the leaders’ den.” Luminosa opened the door, ushering the group inside. “They’ll be the ones to listen to you lot and all. And I’ll be here to make sure you don’t try anything.” Her last sentence was said pretty much directly to Artorius, who was the last dragon to enter the den, and now had his wife back on his back. “As long as you don’t try anything…” he grumbled, earning himself an “Artorius! from Anbar, which seemed to be enough of a reation for Luminosa, who did not argue further. “We are guests here, can we please act like it?” Pegasus spoke up, receiving an appreciative look from Anbar.

Jax was the first to make himself comfortable on the pillows that were in the room, followed by Arlund, who admired the decorations on the walls from his position. A grey-and-green spiral seemed to occupy many paintings in the room, and he made a note of that to ask to the artist later. As the rest of the group settled, the leaders made their way into the den, greeting them with warm welcomes and some tea, brought and served by the clan’s cook.

Laila and Androlos were much more welcoming than Luminosa had been, and after a quick chat, the group were allowed to stay in the guest den for as long as they wanted to. They all stated their names and businesses in Lucendi Tempestas (Artorious going by The Prince’s Personal Guard), and Luminosa’s head perked up upon hearing that the two ridgebacks were the crew’s guards. As she led the group outside, she was already chatting the two up, inviting them to spar with her new recruits.

As Visia and Melody approached the group to take them to the guest den, Luminosa adressed the group, but mostly Arlund and Anbar “I apologize for my attitude earlier. You see, I saw a dragon ready to attack, and a group posing as not-harmful. I can understand wanting to be ready to strike at all times but… You can’t blame me for wanting to protect what is mine.” With that, she turned around and left the group alone with the sisters.

“So, this is the guest den, it’s one big room and you’ll all be staying here, like a sleepover!” The skydancer claimed excitedly. “We’ve already had dinner, but we’ll send something to y’all with someone in a bit. Tomorrow I can show y’all the kitchen so you can eat whenever you want - Keir also prepares food 3 times a day, and I recommend catching the mealtimes because her food is SO good.” Melody continued to chirp at Pegasus and Jax, as Visia stayed, in the back with the quieter members of the group. They approached the biggest den in the whole clan, which was big enough to host multiple imperials at once, and Visia opened the door unceremoniously, while Melody flipped on the lightswitch to reveal a bunch more of pillows, some covers, a couple tables, a small kitchen and a small, fluffy tundra who looked frozen solid, like a snapper on air.

“Oh, hi Py-“ the small dragon darted past the group and ran out the door before Visia could even greet her, leaving a very confused group of guests behind. “-rrha…”

“That was Pyrrha, she likes hanging out in here – but don’t worry, she won’t come in when you guys are here, as you saw, she doesn’t deal with strangers very well.” Melody explained to the group. “But she’s a real sweetheart if you can befriend her. She’s also our niece.” She added as the group walked inside, dropping their bags on the ground and choosing their beds. “If you guys don’t have any questions, we should probably go check on her.” She added, and upon hearing Anbar’s “No, thank you two, truly.” She left the group alone by closing the door to give them some privacy.

The first night passed without an issue, with Pegasus chastising the group for their manners, Jax mumbling something about pretty dragons, Artorius grumbling to Kopra about something, the two guards coming up with the best strategies to go against a guardian and Arlund and Anbar talking about politics. Dinner came, just as promised, and the group went to sleep with full bellies and a safe roof over their heads.


In the morning, Melody woke them up for breakfast, in which the group met the rest of the clan. Arlund learned that the artist’s name was Viper, and he was cousins with the sisters from before. Jax was chatting up an imperial, who seemed to be completely buying what he was selling. Artorius ate his meal in silence, allowing Kopra to do the talking with the skydancer that sat next to them, who stopped mid conversation to say “I better not find another clutch of eggs in the nesting grounds, [url=]Krese[/url]!” to the imperial. Luminosa walked into the dining area with a bunch of younger dragons following behind, already looking tired from her morning exercise.

After breakfast, Jax sneaked off with Krese while Kopra joined Leslie and her assistant Raphael in the infirmary. When Dawnhawk and Fengari decided to join Luminosa’s group and Anbar left to discuss politic relations with the leaders, Arlund’s group was reduced to a fraction of what it used to be. With the assassin and his retainer on his side, Arlund decided to talk to the artists of the clan.

The trio approached Viper, who had been looking at the different maps and drawing the point in which they intersect for the past hour or so. "MY PASSION IS MAP MAKING." the dragon said. "I JUST WANT THE WORLD TO BE EASILY EXPLORABLE." Arlund thought that it was a noble cause to dedicate yourself to something. Despite all the yelling, he enjoyed his time with Viper. Viper pointed them towards the next artist in the clan, Celine.

They found Celine in the kitchen, arguing with Keir as usual. Despite both of them having creating food as a passion, the sisters' stances on the matter couldn't be more different. Keir saw her cooking as just that; cooking, creating sustinence. Delicious sustinence, yes, but nothing more than that. Celine on the other hand, usually made deserts, and placed a lot of importance on the visual aspects of the food. She considered her presentation an art - and anyone who tasted her sweets would be inclined to agree.
By the time they left the kitchen, Pegasus was affectionately complaining about having to undo some of his shirt buttons.

The last three dragons on their list were easy to find, as the duo were making quite a commotion in their designated theatre area. Melody had just given the script for her newst play to her siblings, Honeybun and Hanicholas and the duo were excited to begin practicing - a little too excited perhaps, as they kept chasing each other around the stage as they recited their lines.

The rowdy duo continued to run around, ignoring the visitors, while Melody gave them a bright smile, welcoming them to the rehersal. Arlund and a very flustered Pegasus were quickly given a script of their own, with two roles Melody just created for them, while Artorius - "Sourtorius" according to Melody - walked out, mumbling something about not getting paid enough.

The rehersal lasted until dinner, where Arlund's entourage was once again reunited. It seemed like everyone had a great time - with the exception of Artorious maybe, whom Melody promptly kept away from the kids who kept looking at him and giggling "Sourtorius."

Anbar gave Arlund the rundown of his meeting with the leaders over dinner: They had agreed to ally with Lucendi Tempestas, to have trades and to house and help each clans' members should they ever get lost in their territory. He beamed with pride and a newfound determination: His first meeting during Arlund's quest was a success.

Arlund gave a speech at the end of dinner, thanking the clan for taking them in and giving them ample opportunity to connect with many dragons of different professions. He gave an open invite for anyone who wishes to visit Lucendi Tempestas, and he raised a glass; "To the future and the greatness that our union will surely bring."

The next morning, he and his crew were on the search again with refilled supplies and "good luck" wishes.