The Thunder Of Kiwea

The dragons of Kiwea are thinning out and she is the last onyx dragon in her Thunder. Jinda, her mate, is the Lord of dragons and red as blood. She wants to find more like her, but she's rather restricted with her duties. Is she really alone in the world, or just the only one for a while?


4. Ch. 3

I once again take my spot in the center of the room, my husband right beside me. "We have come to a decision. We will try to enable the shifts. However, we will need a test subject. I have volunteered." The room goes dead silent and I feel a pang of fear before I brush it aside like a pile of dead leaves. "My Lady, if it is what you wish, then we will do our best." The old sliver dragon says quietly. "It is." And, without so much as another word, the dragons around me begin humming. The energy in the air spikes as every dragon in the cave taps into his or her energy. Soon, however, they begin to chant ancient words that are meant for change and healing. Just as the first line of the incantation is complete, pain rips through my chest and down my hide to the ribs on my spine. I howl in pain and the incantations stop as my blood begins to pool on the floor. My whines and whimpers can be heard throughout the cave as my husband lies down to softly keen beside me. "I told you it was too risky, My Beloved." The incantations begin anew with only healing in mind as my flesh slowly begins to stitch itself back together. "I should have listened..." I whisper as I lay my chin on the floor and close my eyes in exhaustion, suddenly realizing that I'm as cold as the stone on which I lie. "She's not healing fast enough, My Lord. We will continue, but we cannot be sure that she will make it." Comes the voice of the silver dragon. "Thank you, Lynx." Jinda whispers. A few seconds later, I feel him lie down beside me and curl his tail partway around me. I open my eyes slightly and give him a halfhearted smile. My blood is all over the floor and I can feel that half of my chest is still open and leaking. Jinda's scales are slightly shinier than usual on account of the fresh blood that covers them. He nudges my shoulder-blade and gives a gentle push, causing me to roll with minimal resistance in my weakened state. "I love you." He whispers before bathing my chest in a jetstream of fire. I squeal in pain, but it's over the moment after it started. My breath comes in ragged fits, but I soon realize that I'm still healing, but no longer bleeding. He touches his nose to mine as he coos softly, attempting to calm me. I fall right into the plush embrace of his words as the last foot of the rent in my chest flows seamlessly together. "I love you, too." I whisper, just seeing the smile on his face before the darkness takes me.

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