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Wisdom of the Dragon Flight

Wisdom of the Flight

by Alador Guldalian

Many are the fledglings that leave the lair with grand ideas to see the world. Those that survive realize what they truly see and not just what they look upon!

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The Reborn

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The reborn tells of the return of Mal’loki, follow the writer for updates on releases.

The Mal’loki Reborn – Prequel

As the black soot strangled the earth, nothing and nobody stood in its way, fire had ravaged even the parts that fire could not travel, corpses lay upon corpses as the earth groaned under the dead bleaching into the soil; and oh how the moon cried as its light tried to shine through the vale of blackened clouds.

The whole earth had died and last remnants of life had retreated underground or into the deepest caves away from the carrion and surviving scavengers, taking with it the last bastion of hope…an egg and within the egg…a saviour of the living age…a dragon.

The keeperess nursed the egg between her soft warm hands; whilst inside the dragon grew, feeding on the liquid in the sack and the warmth of her hands and voice…a bond was being formed between the two and naught should rent them asunder. The jewel in her headpiece glowed softly providing light, a soft welcoming light into the gloom. Her staff resting against the corner of the cave but within arms’ reach while her horse, her white horse long since gone to the otherworld.

In the corner of the cave slept her draug, as white as snow in, naught that snow could be remembered, her familiar; as she protected the egg so the draug protected her.

She knew it would soon be time for the dragon to break free of the confines of its surroundings and breathe for the very first time. Beside the egg in the nest lay a stack of small rodents, mice mainly although the odd rat did creep into the equation and thrown as the land was still poisoned. Each mouse was fresh each day and then discarded upon the sound of the division bell that heralded a new day as the moon reached its zenith and the sun or rather what was left of the sun decline to its zenith on the far side of the world, and hopefully the birth of a new saviour.

But yesterday was not the day, neither is today, and probably not tomorrow, nor even the day after that as the moon was now on the wane and the new moon not due for a few days hence. The new moon signalled the arrival of newness, a new birth; the old guard, the blood guard having passed during the last twenty eight days and a new guard in preparation for the forthcoming.

Even in the confines of the sancturific cave she knew the old guard had gone into passing as the days became fresher and the sky albeit still black became a softer black, the middle summer was fast approaching and with it coincided the new moon over Amaranthian on the ancients’ holy day of Faradome, the summer solstice and the feasting day of St John the Baptist. Neither Pagan nor Christian was she; she was the last of her kind, last of the old ways where myth and magic lurked with swords and dragons, hidden from the light save for her face and hands she was a healer, a fallaner and a warrior, an ohtar, the Queen of her, of her people long forgotten and long since gone west and having found eternal sleep, one of the Nandaror.

Only the ghosts of her vast family surrounded her now as she nursed this egg, this most precious of all the Creator’s creations, this nameless saviour. This, this gold dragon, the mal’loki.

Chapter 1

Even at the dawn of time when the Creator made the world and everything upon, below and above it there were dragons…even when man persecuted dragons for what they were not for whom they were…there had always been dragons.

In a land of milk and honey there was no evil in the beginning, only good and that good begat good and that good begat more, until…history did not repeat itself and from that day the non-good spawned and was given a name and that name was evil this ‘ksh, that even the Tegilbor dare not speak…this saurikumba estanesse nisse.

The first tree of life, that bearer of the fruit of knowledge into which the first woman ate was now withering, knowledge poured from its very hoon into the kemen and the kemen was awash with agar. Deep carad agar from whence the first of the carad’loki where born. Born in the korma-ondol.

But this tale is not about the carad’loki but the mal’loki, the last dragon on this fair isle of Armanathian.

Chapter 2

The emerald stone in her headpiece began to glow dimly, the emerald in the white birch staff glowed in unision……one word entered her head……morchiant….

Although she was not scared, she had faced dark shapes before and come out on top…the great creator saw to that and normally this time it would be no different…but…she turned from the river and mounted her horse and with a valiant cry of “a roch” the dappled white stallion sped through the forest twisting and turning, a blur of grey and white light following the meandering course of the river….it’s source so many leagues into the hills in the distance…the wind in her dark brown hair, her flowing silver gown trailing in the wake created, flowing out behind the stallion’s tail, changing colours in the light….her anmegil trailing, hanging from the saddle across her left side, the staff ever present in her left hand…she knew…soon it would be time but for now her own safety and the safety of the precious bundle she was carrying, preservation even…was uppermost in her mind.

She had never run from a fight before but today was different, today was not a good day for one of such exquisite beauty to get the blood of her foes on her hands or even her dress, today was her day it was the meeting of the sun and the moon in the west…it was Yéni and Loa at the same time…a time of beauty and magic reborn…Narsillion…

 

© ordulf@outlook.com (writing as the Midnight Messenger) June 2015

Events & Dragons

Thank you for dropping in Dragonologists. You are all welcome in our world, where dragons are more than killing machines, and we all have our own personal favorite. *grins*

Farloft is my dragon friend.

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Recently he and I have been preparing for the 7th Annual NW Book Festival in Portland, Oregon at Pioneer Courthouse Square on July 25th. Perhaps that is the reason you are here…Perhaps you picked up a card for our Society of Enlightened Dragonologist at the festival and it prompted you to sit down at your computer, punch a few keys and brought you here. I hope so.

Dragons are wonderful creatures, but I don’t have to tell you that, do I?

 

 

Have fun clicking and poking around our website. I hope you find it interesting, enjoyable and even maybe choose to join in our endeavor to enlighten folks about dragons.

And, after you finish here, spread your wings and fly over to Farloft’s site http://farloftsrhetoric.blogspot.com/ for the free download of his first book in audio, fun contests and free reads. He would love to have you drop by. And don’t forget he takes over my account on the last Friday of the month to Tweet with all his friends @TheresaSnyder19.

Future Events I will be appearing at:

Another Read Through – Book Signing – Portland, Oregon, N. Mississippi, August 1, 2015, 11:00-2:00
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Skosh Japanese Festival – Dragon Table & Book Signing – Gresham, Oregon, Gresham Park, Corner of Powell & Main, August 1, 2015, 10:00-2:00
http://www.greshamsistercity.org/skosh/

Wisdom of the Dragon Flight

Wisdom of the Dragon Flight Leaders
as told by Alador Guldalian

The Dragon Flights were designed so there can be no overseeing Tyranny. We have watched the mortals of Vesta and believe that the worst kind of tyranny is the one promoted as for the good of its victims. Those that torment for another’s own good will torment them without end, for they do so with the validation of their own arrogance. Such Tyranny has been seen in the Black flight once before and did not end well for the mortals in its path.

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Keensight the Dragon Speaks to Alador

Wisdom of the Dragon Flight Leaders
as told by Alador Guldalian

“It is quite easy dear Sir, every dragon knows this. If you do not wish to be forgotten then you must do something worth remembering.”

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Dragon Wisdom – Day Four

Wisdom of the Dragon Flight Leaders
as shared by Alador Guldalian

The following words were spoken to by Keensight…

‘We should probably put you out of your misery before you become miserable,” Keensight said solemnly. “Why … you could become a danger to those around you. One should always get rid of a possible threat while the threat is only possible.”

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