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.


    Yourete, 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 ess one of the rare archives and it was only for like 5 minutes! The stingy hag, Plumined.


    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 tranted 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 ss. That left the practical aspect of the project in Strygs hands. Though, none of them really knew what their roles meant yet, due to ack 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 schr 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 apprenticepiled her masters notes and made this book.


    Sounds pretty urate. 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 doesnte naturally, like say, a baby drake being able to breathe fire.


    But cant dragons breathe fire too? Callum asked.


    Exactly, which would lend credence to dragons being natural magic users and magi. That or dragons are chromatic and elemental magi. Either way it means they have both chromatic and elemental mana, something that is unheard of within any species, Plum said.


    Is that even possible? Stryg asked.


    Plum shook her head, Normally, it shouldnt be. I have read of a few exceptions, hybrids born from a union of a chromatic and an elemental species. One in particr was about a drow-siren hybrid. She was a chromatic blue mage <em>and </em>a natural magic user, capable of using the enchanting voice of the sirens.


    Plum continued, But, chromatic-elemental hybrids are supposed to be incredibly rare. The rate of pregnancy is very low, and miscarriages are very high, which is saying something, since all hybrid pregnancies are quite rare. Even if that wasnt the case, dragons arent hybrids, theyre an entire species. Honestly, I dont know what to make of it.


    Its far more than what weve learned so far. I can use this. Maybe pose the essay as a theory of the magical nature of dragons? Kithina began jotting down her ideas.


    Kithinas right. Thank you Plum. We would never have gotten this far without you. We probably would have still been stuck with those fairy tale books we found, Callum smiled.


    Kithina groaned, Tell me about it. What would a powerful dragon ever want with some random princess as tribute? In fact, couldnt a dragon just burn down the castle and then take the princess?


    Kithina enjoyed fairy tales, but those just didnt make any sense.


    Ive been meaning to ask, what is a princess anyway? Stryg asked.


    Its a form of royalty. The daughter of a monarch, Callum exined.


    I dont understand anything of what you said, Stryg frowned.


    Hm, okay, Callum looked up in thought. I guess Ill have to start from the beginning. A monarchy is a system where a single person rules an entirend, that ruler is known as a monarch. Royalty are the family members of the monarch, or the monarch themselves. One kind of monarchy is called the feudal system, which some of the other Realms practice. The monarch in a feudal system is called a king and his daughter a princess.


    Ive never heard of a king before either, Stryg sighed.


    He was busy studying magic, but he really needed to make time to read more about the Realms culture and history.


    Thats because the Ebon Realm doesnt have any, Callum said. Were an oligarchy instead. Its when a group of people rule thend together. In this case, the city councils rule the great cities, who in turn rule most of thend within the Realm.


    Actually, we took the term of lords from the feudal system. Back before the Schism, the Ebon Realm was ruled by a small group of incredibly powerful magi. When they visited other Realms, they were oftentimes called lords, a title referring to the ruler of and. The name stuck and they came to be known as the ebon lords, rulers of the Ebon Realm. Though the term lord lost its meaning through the years, it still signifies a position of great power and influence within the Ebon Realm, Callum exined.


    So, like the warlords of the Dusk Valley? Stryg asked.


    Callum frowned, Yes, technically that is correct. They are men and women who have gatheredrge armies under them, hence the war part. But, there are other warlords who arent our enemies. We have several in Hollow Shade. And they also haverge groups of soldiers under theirmand. In fact, they tend to be incredibly skilled warriors themselves. My father is a warlord, one of the greatest.


    Yeah, but isnt he also a city lord, since he is on the city council? Which, I <em>think</em>, outsses the warlord title, Kithina voiced.


    Wait, you can be more than one kind of lord? Stryg asked.


    Yes, to both of you, Callum nodded. My father is a city lord, but I prefer his warlord title more. The city council positions tend to be passed down to the leaders of the great houses, generation after generation. My father was no different, but he earned his warlord title through battle.


    He seems like a powerful warrior, Stryg nodded in approval.


    He is. I wish to be a lord like him some day, Callum said. Though, not necessarily a war lord. There are a few different options, mage lord, warlord, merchant lord, city lord, and ebon lord. Of course, there are no more ebon lords. But, the rest of the titles can still be obtained, so long as I acquire the proper form of power. My father is a very powerful mage, but he never obtained the mage lord title. I hope to surpass him in this, perhaps.


    Thats a nice goal to strive for, Kithina smiled.


    Believe me, I have so much more I wish to aplish, Callum scratched his cheek.


    Im done applying the ointment, Callums maid said, pulling his shirt back down.


    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 schr gets to see a dragon up close, it kills him, Plum sighed.


    Well, there is one other firsthand ount, if our young residential schr 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, Plumughed.


    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,e 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.


    Sheughed, 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 ims. 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 vige. 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 be 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 vige 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.