Next you would find her mate, Aodh. A dragon with a true fire burning in his soul. But fire and water do not mix.
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His First Dive
When it came to guarding the borders of the Ashfall Waste, there was one team that had always been successful. From the encroaching ice of the Southern Icefield, to the raging winds of the Windswept Plateau, Aodh and his elite held back any who would encroach on the Lady Flamecaller's domain. They were skilled enough that their beloved Matron saw it fit to bestow upon them the greatest honor she could - to grant them all the shape of an Imperial.
Yet, with their new forms came a learning curve. Muscles were in different places, bones were different lengths. One by one, Aodh's team whittled down from lost battles and dragon-error. Until there was only him. Determined not to be usurped as the Flamecaller's strongest, he was so determined to single handed defend the boarder to their north - with the Sea of a Thousand Currents.
It was in the distance he saw an immense shape, comparable with his own. In his headstrong ways, he assumed that this encroaching dragon, whomever they may be, was intending to attack. So he took to the skies himself and made sure that it was
he who attacked first.
Aodh was blinded, and he was angry.
The fire burned in his chest, spewing out of his maw at the blue dragon as he collided with it. Yet for every bite, his teeth cracked. Every scratch, bouncing off scales as hard as stone. This dragon wore no armor, yet he could not do it damage! Their claws and legs locked mid air when he finally found a soft spot - the base of the neck. But in that bite, he felt his own blood sicken. It was a sudden lurch, legs stiffening, and scales itching. Even under his eyes, he could see the hard orange stone encrusting his body. In fear, his body sized and plunged from the sky. The other dragon stopped and stared as he fell farther, closer to the water that would snuff out his fire. After a moment's hesitation, the other dragon dove after him.
The cool, almost freezing temperatures of the water might have been soothing were it not for the suffocation that threatened to extinguish the life that so loyally served the Flamecaller. The deeper he the weaker the heat of the sun became, and the more tempting it was to close his eyes... to let the currents take him...
Do not die just yet, young one. You are needed.
Take this gift, use it well, and you shall be rewarded beyond your dreams.
Fish of all different kinds danced behind his eyes. Sharks and eels, tuna and wrasse. Fish of all kinds he had never seen living, only burnt to a crisp and ready to be feasted upon. Thinking of such things made his stomach turn. Then, from the dark, a small ghostly fish appeared in his mind. Small enough to fit in the palm of his claws. It danced around him, and suddenly another appeared. Then more. They kept appearing until it was all that he could see.
Aodh's throat and lungs burned as he coughed water out onto the sand. He had survived. The currents saved him, washing him ashore where he could dry, and the fire would be reborn. Except that his chest felt
cold.
"How do you feel?"
The lilt of a kind voice made his head raise and turn, only to find the dragon he had just quarreled with in the sky. She was sopping wet, yet it did not seem to bother her. With a snarl, eager to get away from this stranger, Aodh pushed to his feet and attempted to fly away, only to crash back to the beach. Angry and frustrated, he ignored the scolding calls of the other dragon and attempted again. And again. And again. Until the exhaustion set in and he could do nothing but lay prone in the sand.
All of the countless battles that lay behind him, all the scars that told of each combatant, every dent or breach in his armor be damned if he could not get off this beach to return to his Lady Flamecaller!
"He said this might happen..."
Aodh snapped his jaws back at the other dragon, about to demand an answer to his own frailty, when he noticed the small fish dancing before his eyes. The very same one he had seen in his dreams. It was not in the water. It was just... floating there in front of him. Was he going crazy?!
"My healing magics could not save your fire, so I prayed that the Almighty Tidelord might lend his assistance. It was even beyond even his abilities. You would have died, had we not done something."
Snaking his head to the side, Aodh stared at his reflection within a tidepool. He could have roared in anger and pain with what he saw. The strange orange gems still encrusted his scales, but that did not concern him any longer. What hurt him the most was that his once vibrant orange eyes now... were
blue.
"WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO ME?!"
The roar shook the earth beneath their feet, teeth bared and spit flying. The other dragon only wined the slightest bit, but did not back of. Even when she tried to help, Aodh would not listen to a word and took off flying towards the border. It was difficult at first, but with each flap of his wings, he grew stronger. Each mile closer, he became more powerful. His home was calling him back.
Until he crossed into the very terrain that called to him. The heat seared his skin, singed his wings, and even melted the crystalline growths on his scales until he could no longer remain in the skies. The charred cut and pierced his scales, and cracked the gems that covered his body. His very home.... the land he had protected for so long... it... betrayed him! The fire would not welcome him back. If he remained any longer, it would likely kill him.
Aodh barely noticed a stranger helped support him back across to the Sea. Its waters cooled his wounds, but nothing could quite ease the pain deep inside. When he looked up again, he saw that same dragon who resembled the very waters they wade in, her wing shading him from the harsh sun.
"If I might ask… what is your name?”
Her voice was sweet, now that he had a moment of pause in his own mind to listen. It brought him back to memories he had long since left behind.
"Aodh. My name is, was… Aodh.”
"I thought it might be you. It’s been a long time since we last spoke.”
A Guardian that he had not seen since she was a wee newborn hatchling emerged from the surf and greeted her mother with a nuzzle to the cheek. They spoke for a moment, their words lost as he fixated on the reality of the situation dawning on him, until they both turned and smiled at him. Memories from the past flooded him and suddenly the world didn’t seem so cold. Rising back to his feet, he followed her as she guided him deeper into the waters. Down... into the depths where he would soon make his home.