Living Night Part 1: She's Gone by RedPhantom ()
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“Help me!” Andy cried. He twisted to look at Pt’this. His side burned where he had been stabbed. He had torn it open again when he had lunged at Ann and Pt’this caught him. Pt’this examined Annlonna.
“Andy, I can’t, we can’t, there’s nothing left,” Pt’this said softly. “She’s gone.”
“No, she’s breathing,” Andy protested.
“She’s alive. But there’s no magic left. We can’t bring her out,” Pt’this explained.
“You aren’t even going to try?” Andy cried.
“There’s no magic left. She used it up, every last bit. Do you see any? If you see a spark, I’ll try, but without something, we can’t. We have to have something to build on.”
Andy looked at Ann. There was nothing. For the first time since his mage sight had started, Ann didn’t glow. He grasped her hand and search for some magic, any magic. There was nothing.
Pt’this let out a mourning cry that pierced Andy to the heart. He turned to look at the dragon. Pt’this had reverted to true form. He sent off a plume of fire straight into the air. Both the cry and the fire were echoed by each of the other dragons.
“You need to get inside,” Pt’this said urgently as he picked up Ann. “It’s not safe out here. Get on my back.”
Andy obeyed but was confused. The battle still raged on, but no one was near where they were. As they flew toward Dragon Castle, he understood. It looked like some of the young dragons had lost control and went mad-dragon. Correction, all of them had. It looked like Nimitinas had too. Breathing fire, they burned enemy trolls and the king’s soldiers alike. Andy figured chances were good Pt’this was on the verge of madness also.
Andy didn’t even wait for Pt’this to fully land before he slipped from the dragon’s back. He hurried to Ann as the dragon set her down. He had to get her inside. His legs wobbled. He’d lost too much blood. It didn’t matter. Only Ann mattered. Pt’this’s took off again, the last of his control spent. As Andy struggled to get Ann inside, the healers came along with Sapphire, her face was wet with tears. The healers helped both inside. They took them to opposite sides of the makeshift triage hall. Sapphire came with him while King Emeton went to talk with those working on his daughter.
“What’s going on?” Andy asked. “What’s he saying?”
“Andy…” Sapphire started but couldn’t finish.
A healer held a potion to his lips. “Drink,” he said. Andy did, assuming it was a healing potion. As he swallowed, he realized the taste was wrong, but it was too late. He succumbed to sleep.
When Andy awoke, he was in a different room. It looked like one of the rooms Darkham had used for healing before the army had arrived. It was quiet. The dragons must have calmed down. Sapphire sat with him, reading from Pt’this’s old journal. Andy had brought it, not realizing to whom it had belonged.
“How’s he doing?” He asked.
“Resting,” she said simply. “They all are. They wiped out most of the trolls, a few of our soldiers too, but not many. Remtani wanted to take some soldiers to go after the ones who escaped, but the king said no. He heard from the dragon who had been sent to warn the dwarves that the dwarf army had them running into the mountains. They had mobilized as soon as they received word of Lyra’s attack but couldn’t make it here in time.” Remtani was Ann’s older brother and heir to the throne. He was also in command of the army, answering only to his father.
“How is everyone else?” He asked, meaning their group of friends, not the whole army. Sapphire understood.
“All things considered, quite well. Darkham is exhausted from healing. Shunati isn’t much better. Fists will have a few new scars, but that’s about it. I think Vor will too, if Shunati lets him keep them.
“How about you?” She asked.
“No pain, physically at least.” His heart was breaking. Neither mentioned Ann. There was nothing Sapphire could tell him that he didn’t already know. He could still feel her through the bond they had. When dragons mated, they formed a connection or a bond in which they could feel each other, both emotionally and physically. No one understood why but, even though they hadn’t had sex, Ann was only half dragon, and Andy was fully human, they had bonded anyhow. It wasn’t a strong bond. He could feel her emotions, but usually, only the extreme physical sensations came through.
Sapphire understood this. She had bonded much the same way with Pt’this although their bond seemed to be stronger and had developed faster. She was human, but Pt’this’s was a full-blooded dragon.
“Can I see her?” He asked.
Sapphire shook her head. “Not yet. Shunati wants to check you over one more time before you get up and I believe some of the elves are making an attempt to wake Ann using forbidden magic. It’s a long shot though and might even kill her,” she explained. “I wasn’t supposed to tell you that. They don’t want you to get your hopes too high, it probably won’t work.”