Chapter 41: Book of Dragons

Chapter 41: Book of Dragons

Chapter 41:

Stryg and Plum arrived at the library and headed towards their usual study spot, a table situated in a corner of the 2nd floor. Kithina was already there, several papers sprawled around her. Callum was sitting backwards, a leg on each side of the chair, his chest resting on the back rest. His maid had pulled up his shirt and was applying ointment to his back.

Youre late, Kithina said without looking up from her notes.

Plums fault, Stryg said.

Not cool, Plum pouted. Callum what happened to you?

Oh, hey guys, not much. Just lost a sparring match is all. I already got treatment from the white magi in the infirmary. This is just my maid being overly cautious, Callum winced as his maid began bandaging him up.

Stryg attacked him while he was downed. The cheater, Kithina said.

You did what!? Plum looked at Stryg in surprise.

No one said I couldnt. In a real fight youre supposed to attack them while they are downed and at their most vulnerable, Stryg crossed his arms.

That was a spar not a fight, Kithina muttered.

Did you bring the book? Callum asked, hoping to change the topic.

It wasnt easy to get. I had to do a bunch of chores for the head librarian before she gave me a chance to access one of the rare archives and it was only for like 5 minutes! The stingy hag, Plum complained.

But you have it then? Kithina asked eagerly.

Yup, right here, Plum pulled out an old leather-bound book from her satchel. I cant actually lend it to you guys since it's from the rare archives. Only reason I was able to take it out is because Im a librarians assistant. But, I already translated most of it, so I can pretty much sum up the important bits.

Thats a start. Kithina held an ink pen at the ready.

Kithinas father was a scribe, and she had learned a lot from him. She had the best penmanship of the group and was unanimously voted to write the essay portion of the project.

Kithina had nominated Callum to be the speaker for the project, thanks to his charismatic nature. Stryg had agreed, since he didnt want to talk in front of the whole class. That left the practical aspect of the project in Strygs hands. Though, none of them really knew what their roles meant yet, due to a lack of knowledge of dragons.

Plum cleared her throat, So, the book is about the son of an ebon lord over four centuries ago. He was a scholar with a rare penchant for adventure. He dedicated most of his life to the pursuit of the study of dragons. He got far, or rather too close. They say a dragon killed him in one of his outings. His apprentice compiled her masters notes and made this book.

Sounds pretty accurate. Dragons kill people, whats new? Kithina said.

A lot actually, Plum began. You guys know how everyone at this table is a different species, but we are all still chromatic species.

Its why were chromatic magi and not elemental magi, yes? Stryg confirmed.

Exactly. Well, it turns out so are dragons. In fact, if the book is to be believed, they are the first of the chromatic species, Plum said.

So, there exist chromatic mage dragons then? Callum asked.

Plum raised her index finger. See, thats when things start getting weird. Most members of chromatic species cant innately absorb mana. But, all dragons can, which would technically make them all mageborn. And this is where it gets even weirder; unlike elemental mana, all forms of chromatic mana require a spell in order to be used. It requires practice to use chromatic magic, it doesnt come naturally, like say, a baby drake being able to breathe fire.

But cant dragons breathe fire too? Callum asked.

Thank you, Callum replied.

Plum, is there anything else you can tell us about the dragons? Kithina asked.

There was some mention of a dragons scales being fireproof, but not much more than that. Most of the other notes in the book are just ramblings. But, I can try to see what I can find. Figures, the one time a scholar gets to see a dragon up close, it kills him, Plum sighed.

Well, there is one other firsthand account, if our young residential scholar is to be believed, Callum looked over at Stryg.

The goblin had avoided the dragon sighting topic ever since he mentioned it. Whenever Callum had brought it up, Stryg had refused to speak, even so far as getting angry. Eventually, Callum had left it alone, but his curiosity couldnt help it, and this seemed like a good time to segue into the conversation.

Stryg hasnt seen a dragon before, Plum laughed.

Stryg stayed silent.

Plum did a double take, Wait, you havent right, Stryg? Why are you looking away from me? Oi! Look at me!

...It was a long time ago, Stryg muttered. I dont wanna talk about it.

Oh, come on. You cant just say youve seen a dragon and not tell us, Plum poked Strygs cheek.

He snapped at her, Plum pulled her finger away before he could bite it.

She laughed, Come on, please?

...You owe me, Stryg grumbled.

Deal, Plum grinned.

Callum had made the right decision, bringing up the topic with Plum around. She was the only one Stryg seemed to really open up to. Callum was genuinely curious about Stryg's dragon claims. Normally, hed simply dismiss a dragon sighting, but Stryg had lived deep in Vulture Woods, it was possible.

Its not a great story, Stryg mumbled.

But, Plums eyes were wide with wonder, eager to hear Strygs very next words. Even Kithina had put her pen down to listen.

Stryg sighed, Where to begin?

~~~

Stryg was ten years old, yet he was much smaller than the other goblin children in the village. He had trouble keeping up with them in simple exercises, let alone training.

One day, he decided to ask the hunters for help. If anyone knew how to become strong it was them. Of course, they were busy and didnt have time to train a weak child. He insisted that simply watching them during their training exercises would be enough. They refused and left for a hunt.

But, Stryg was tenacious, if a bit foolish. That morning when the hunters left, he sneaked out of the village and followed them from afar. Unfortunately, his tracking skills were horrible and he lost the group after only a few minutes. In fact, he lost his way back home too. He was irrevocably lost in the most dangerous forest in all the Ebon Realm.

Stryg began to panic, afraid of the creatures that lurked behind every tree. The growls of animals called out all around him. A twig snapped from behind. He dashed off into the distance, with all the speed his little feet could carry him. He pushed through the small bushes nearby, scraping his skin. Howls echoed between the woods. His foot caught a tree root. He fell to the floor and tumbled down a steep hill. All he could hear, taste, smell, and feel was pain as his body was battered with rocks.

When Stryg finally came to, he was at the foot of the hill, in front of a pond. His body ached all over, his arms and legs were covered in bloody scrapes. He tried wobbling to his feet. A sharp pain pierced his foot. He crashed to the floor in another wave of agony. He had sprained his ankle and couldnt move. He was bleeding, lost, and alone. He was going to die here. His eyes filled with tears at his dismal ending. The goblin child wailed in anguish, his cries reverberating through the canopy.

The still pond shuddered and the waters parted as a cluster of amethyst scales emerged from below. Strygs cries turned into high pitch screams at the sight of the draconic face.